by ~FantasyFanatic-M on deviantarts
te never were big on the whole 'love' concept. Your parents, loving as they were towards you, went through a nasty divorce that started on the giorno of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; te thought she was on boy number 13, at least if your numbers were correct. At least so far this guy seemed decent enough.
It wasn't that te didn't think Amore really existed, oh no. There were surely picture-perfect marriages out there. After all, your grandparents had been the very personification of such things; they were highschool sweethearts and married after graduation, having heaven knows how many happy, love-filled years together without that Amore fading… te just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior anno of highschool, and te had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, te had never dated, nor had te ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, o TV shows te particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, te certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and te never planned to. It was lunch on yet another tedious school day, and you'd really been hoping to have a quiet time to eat and read. However, fate seemed to have other ideas.
"Ma chère ______, te look lovely as ever~"
te groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. te didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly te had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave te alone. Naturally, that meant the other two of his 'BTT' group, whatever that stood for, tagged along as well.
"Kesesese, happy to see the awesome me, _______?" Gilbert questioned, taking the chair to your right. Antonio took the sede, sedile successivo to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will te leave me alone?" The albino boy blinked, seemingly surprised, before he let out that trademark laugh of his once again,
"You know that's not going to happen, ______!"
"What are te reading, chica?" Antonio questioned, and Francis grabbed the book from your
hand, closing it (and effectively losing your place) to look at the cover.
"Fable'aven? Another fantasy book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose più romantic novels…" te couldn't help but let out a disbelieving snort at such a notion, and Gilbert looked at you,
"What was that?"
"Sorry… That's just… amusing. I hate romance novels."
"Qué? Why?"
"Oh please, they're the biggest pieces of mushy, sappy crap I've ever read. Like I'd be interested in something so unrealistic," te stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at te like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? te do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he detto that, te paused. Dang. te hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. te really couldn't lie at this point, and te shook your head slightly.
"Well, not exactly… I just don't find it realistic with me."
"Surely you've-"
"No. I have not dated, kissed anyone, felt romantically attached to someone who wasn't a family member, o whatever domanda te plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" te snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered da Francis taking hold of your hand, and pulling lightly so you'd face him. He flashed a dazzling smile, procuring a rose from goodness knows where,
"Now, zat simply won't do!" He winked suggestively, "Let me teach te ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
te sighed heavily, and looked down at your hand, still tight in his grasp. "You're not going to let me go until I say yes, I'm guessing?"
"Oui."
"…Fine." At this point the girls at some of the nearby lunch tables were shooting te death glares. Did te mention how much they hated te for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving te another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call te after school zen, oui?" The campana, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave te with the rose he'd been holding. te looked at it, then rolled your eyes, making sure to toss it in the trashcan on your way out of the cafeteria. Well wasn't this just wonderful.
--
A few hours later, te were in the biblioteca doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer successivo to you. He didn't say anything at first, just logged on and avoided looking at you. Finally he managed to work up the nerve to question, "What was that bloody display during lunch about?"
te paused. Arthur had been Friends with te since te first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and te shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that te couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." te looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as te knew them; te figured he'd react badly to it.
"You didn't…"
"I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, he had a death grip on my hand."
"Bloody wanker, I can't believe him! te do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he detto that, te looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, te returned your attention back to the screen of your computer, thinking that over as Arthur went to get a book. This was going to SUCK. After a moment, an idea came to mind, and when he sat down once more, te gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because te hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and te frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and te immediately flopped onto the divano on arrival of your home, "Only two più days…" Yes, te were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the successivo weekend. What could te say, any time to sleep in was time te liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and te waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before te hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when te detto you'd call after school te weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got home though?"
"Non, te are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole data thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick te up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," te grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. te had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty minuti too much time..." te didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and te went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are te doing here, I thought te were staying after with Ludwig for track…" te stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and te facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard te were going on a data with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help te get ready!"
"Wait, Feli, I don't think that's a good ide-" Too late. The enthusiasm had taken over him, and he darted inside, managing to snag your hand and yank te along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make te look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping te down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do te even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" te questioned, and he looked back at you.
"Feliks taught me! Plus, if I know how to do this stuff, I get to be around pretty girls all the time when I graduate!" te chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So te think you're going to go into the makeup business so te can be around pretty girls? Don't te think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do te have any dresses, _____? I never see te in dresses, just those fancy shirts sometimes and t-shirts…"
"Yes, I have a couple dresses. I just don't like wearing them that much."
"Then te should surprise him da wearing one! This one!" He yanked out a dress and held it out in front of him. Admittedly, he'd made a pretty darn good choice. It was purple, a silky, but thicker, fabric, and… più low-cut than te felt comfortable wearing. That was why it had never been removed from the closet before now, to be honest.
"Oh… Feli, it's pretty and all, but I really don't like the… erm.." te gestured to the collare of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress te have isn't as pretty, and don't te want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave te sure did. te sighed, relenting,
"Fine; but just this once."
"Vee~ yay! Go get changed then, _____!"
--
You'd never spent this much time getting ready for anything. EVER. The four hours were almost gone, and Feliciano was only JUST putting on the 'finishing touches'. Although it amused te to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, te managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed detto pretty girls were with his work, to how excited he was to get to flirt with the pretty girls and be flirted back at because of that. Finally, though, he stepped back.
"Ho finito!" he exclaimed cheerfully, and te glanced into the mirror. te had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, te thought te were pretty, but never had te thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how te saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise te to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about te going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging te slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, te felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a data before. After taking a preparatory breath, te hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at te for a moment, until te felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." te didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which te responded with a blush. He led te over to his car, and off the two of te went.
--
te had to admit, te were impressed with how this data went. Sure, it was just a movie, but he took special care to make sure it was something you'd enjoy watching. He was affectionate, like taking your hand, draping his arm over your shoulder (although te had to admit te shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving te that look… As if he had eyes only for te when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought te liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" te detto to him, standing on your porch. He grinned, and again procured a rose from nowhere, offering it to you.
"It was my pleasure, _____..." He winked at you, "Don't throw zis one away, s'il vous plait."
Now, te thought that was it, and te nodded as te took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun te around to face him and pushed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, and your face immediately turned a dark shade of red. He didn't stay in that position long, knowing te were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving te a cocky smile.
"Your first baciare is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before te could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew te a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly te raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, te could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
te never were big on the whole 'love' concept. Your parents, loving as they were towards you, went through a nasty divorce that started on the giorno of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; te thought she was on boy number 13, at least if your numbers were correct. At least so far this guy seemed decent enough.
It wasn't that te didn't think Amore really existed, oh no. There were surely picture-perfect marriages out there. After all, your grandparents had been the very personification of such things; they were highschool sweethearts and married after graduation, having heaven knows how many happy, love-filled years together without that Amore fading… te just didn't see where that would happen to you.
It was your senior anno of highschool, and te had never experienced that apparantly amazing 'first kiss'. Well… to be honest, te had never dated, nor had te ever held any feelings towards a real (real in this case meaning they weren't from manga, anime, movies, o TV shows te particularly loved) boy. Was that pathetic? Well, te certainly didn't think so.
You'd never told anyone about that, and te never planned to. It was lunch on yet another tedious school day, and you'd really been hoping to have a quiet time to eat and read. However, fate seemed to have other ideas.
"Ma chère ______, te look lovely as ever~"
te groaned quietly, turning slightly to look at Francis as he steadily made his way over to you, Gilbert and Antonio a short ways behind. te didn't know how exactly it had happened, but apparantly te had done something to attract the attention of the blonde haired, blue eyed, admittedly quite handsome youth, and he refused to leave te alone. Naturally, that meant the other two of his 'BTT' group, whatever that stood for, tagged along as well.
"Kesesese, happy to see the awesome me, _______?" Gilbert questioned, taking the chair to your right. Antonio took the sede, sedile successivo to him, and Francis naturally sat at your right.
"No. Will te leave me alone?" The albino boy blinked, seemingly surprised, before he let out that trademark laugh of his once again,
"You know that's not going to happen, ______!"
"What are te reading, chica?" Antonio questioned, and Francis grabbed the book from your
hand, closing it (and effectively losing your place) to look at the cover.
"Fable'aven? Another fantasy book, _____? I would 'ave thought a pretty girl like you'd read zose più romantic novels…" te couldn't help but let out a disbelieving snort at such a notion, and Gilbert looked at you,
"What was that?"
"Sorry… That's just… amusing. I hate romance novels."
"Qué? Why?"
"Oh please, they're the biggest pieces of mushy, sappy crap I've ever read. Like I'd be interested in something so unrealistic," te stated simply, reaching for your book. Francis held it out of reach, looking at te like you'd just let loose a storm of curses.
"What is zis? te do not find l'amour realistic?"
When he detto that, te paused. Dang. te hadn't actually meant to say it like that… especially not in front of the biggest romanticist in the school. te really couldn't lie at this point, and te shook your head slightly.
"Well, not exactly… I just don't find it realistic with me."
"Surely you've-"
"No. I have not dated, kissed anyone, felt romantically attached to someone who wasn't a family member, o whatever domanda te plan on asking on it. Now seriously, give me back my book!" te snatched it from him and stood up, planning on leaving. However, your exit was hindered da Francis taking hold of your hand, and pulling lightly so you'd face him. He flashed a dazzling smile, procuring a rose from goodness knows where,
"Now, zat simply won't do!" He winked suggestively, "Let me teach te ze ways of l'amour, _____. I'm sure I could change your opinion on ze idea…"
te sighed heavily, and looked down at your hand, still tight in his grasp. "You're not going to let me go until I say yes, I'm guessing?"
"Oui."
"…Fine." At this point the girls at some of the nearby lunch tables were shooting te death glares. Did te mention how much they hated te for somehow befriending one of the hottest guys in school? Nevertheless, Francis certainly didn't seem to notice them, giving te another smile as he released your hand,
"Magnifique! I'll call te after school zen, oui?" The campana, bell rang, and he hurried off with Antonio and Gilbert, making sure to leave te with the rose he'd been holding. te looked at it, then rolled your eyes, making sure to toss it in the trashcan on your way out of the cafeteria. Well wasn't this just wonderful.
--
A few hours later, te were in the biblioteca doing research during your free period. Much to your surprise, Arthur came to sit at the computer successivo to you. He didn't say anything at first, just logged on and avoided looking at you. Finally he managed to work up the nerve to question, "What was that bloody display during lunch about?"
te paused. Arthur had been Friends with te since te first moved here. Sure, he was a curser, and got mad pretty easily, but he was a good guy and te shared a lot of interests, namely that obsession with anything related to fantasy.
…Which, of course, meant that te couldn't lie to him either. Damn your honesty streak. "Francis basically asked me out." te looked up at the ceiling when he stiffened at that. Arthur and Francis had harbored a poorly hidden rivalry for as long as te knew them; te figured he'd react badly to it.
"You didn't…"
"I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, he had a death grip on my hand."
"Bloody wanker, I can't believe him! te do realize he's the biggest womanizer in the school, right?" When he detto that, te looked back at him with confusion.
"…I hadn't heard that one…"
"Well, he is."
"Great…" Slowly, te returned your attention back to the screen of your computer, thinking that over as Arthur went to get a book. This was going to SUCK. After a moment, an idea came to mind, and when he sat down once more, te gave him a suspicious look, "You're not just saying that because te hate him, right?"
"What? No! I just don't want that frog hurting you!" The sound of loud shushing followed his loud response, and te frowned a little, as did he. "Just watch out, _____," he added, whispering this time.
--
The end of school had finally come, and te immediately flopped onto the divano on arrival of your home, "Only two più days…" Yes, te were one of the innumerable people who counted off the days until the successivo weekend. What could te say, any time to sleep in was time te liked.
The sound of the phone ringing broke through your thoughts, and te waited until the caller ID stated, 'Bonnefoy, Francis', before te hauled yourself out of your comfortable position to answer it.
"Well, when te detto you'd call after school te weren't kidding. Did it have to be JUST as I got home though?"
"Non, te are correct, it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to."
"Alright… So, about this whole data thing-"
"Right, ze date! I'll pick te up at 8. I must go and prepare, au revoir!"
"Wait, what are we even doi-" Dial tone.
"I'm already not liking this," te grumbled, setting the phone back on its reciever. te had 4 hours to get ready, apparantly. "That's three hours and fifty minuti too much time..." te didn't take long to get ready, clearly. A knock on the door, and te went to answer it.
"Feliciano? What are te doing here, I thought te were staying after with Ludwig for track…" te stared at the little Italian before you, who beamed,
"I skipped," he admitted, and te facepalmed.
"Feli…"
"But that's because I wanted to help you!"
"…What?"
"I heard te were going on a data with big brother Francis, and I wanted to help te get ready!"
"Wait, Feli, I don't think that's a good ide-" Too late. The enthusiasm had taken over him, and he darted inside, managing to snag your hand and yank te along, up to your room.
"Vee~ I'll make te look so pretty, ______!" he exclaimed, plopping te down on your chair and grabbing stuff.
"What do te even know about makeup and stuff, Feli?" te questioned, and he looked back at you.
"Feliks taught me! Plus, if I know how to do this stuff, I get to be around pretty girls all the time when I graduate!" te chuckled a little at that.
"I see. So te think you're going to go into the makeup business so te can be around pretty girls? Don't te think that's putting your priorities in the wrong place?"
"…No… Ooh! Let me see what's in your closet! Do te have any dresses, _____? I never see te in dresses, just those fancy shirts sometimes and t-shirts…"
"Yes, I have a couple dresses. I just don't like wearing them that much."
"Then te should surprise him da wearing one! This one!" He yanked out a dress and held it out in front of him. Admittedly, he'd made a pretty darn good choice. It was purple, a silky, but thicker, fabric, and… più low-cut than te felt comfortable wearing. That was why it had never been removed from the closet before now, to be honest.
"Oh… Feli, it's pretty and all, but I really don't like the… erm.." te gestured to the collare of your t-shirt, and he nodded a little in understanding.
"Si, I understand. But the other dress te have isn't as pretty, and don't te want to make big brother Francis surprised?" Although his argument hadn't convinced you, the puppy-dog look he gave te sure did. te sighed, relenting,
"Fine; but just this once."
"Vee~ yay! Go get changed then, _____!"
--
You'd never spent this much time getting ready for anything. EVER. The four hours were almost gone, and Feliciano was only JUST putting on the 'finishing touches'. Although it amused te to no end that Feliciano, of all people, was doing your makeup, te managed to keep still, even as his conversation went from pasta, to pretty girls, to how impressed detto pretty girls were with his work, to how excited he was to get to flirt with the pretty girls and be flirted back at because of that. Finally, though, he stepped back.
"Ho finito!" he exclaimed cheerfully, and te glanced into the mirror. te had to do a double take.
"Is that me?!" Sure, te thought te were pretty, but never had te thought to rank yourself on the 'drop dead gorgeous' scale. From how te saw it, Feliciano had managed to raise te to that status. "Okay, I take back everything I've been thinking about te going into makeup. Keep doing it." Feliciano laughed,
"Grazie, ______!" The doorbell rang, and he smiled, nudging te slightly, "Big brother Francis is here now!" All of a sudden, te felt nervous. Weird… you'd never felt this way before. Then again, you'd never been on a data before. After taking a preparatory breath, te hurried down the stairs and answered the door.
"______?" Francis's jaw dropped, and he just stared at te for a moment, until te felt uncomfortable and waved a hand in front of his face. "Tu es superbe!"
"Er.." te didn't speak french, but that sounded like a good thing.
"You look beautiful, ____." He took your hand and kissed it, to which te responded with a blush. He led te over to his car, and off the two of te went.
--
te had to admit, te were impressed with how this data went. Sure, it was just a movie, but he took special care to make sure it was something you'd enjoy watching. He was affectionate, like taking your hand, draping his arm over your shoulder (although te had to admit te shoved his arm off at the idea he might have something inappropriate in mind with the position of his hand), giving te that look… As if he had eyes only for te when he wasn't facing the screen. It was so unfamiliar to you, and it brought heat to your cheeks.
…You thought te liked it.
"Thanks for the date, Francis…" te detto to him, standing on your porch. He grinned, and again procured a rose from nowhere, offering it to you.
"It was my pleasure, _____..." He winked at you, "Don't throw zis one away, s'il vous plait."
Now, te thought that was it, and te nodded as te took the rose, turning to go inside. He, however, had other ideas. Taking hold of your arm, he spun te around to face him and pushed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, and your face immediately turned a dark shade of red. He didn't stay in that position long, knowing te were ready to harm him, and pulled back, giving te a cocky smile.
"Your first baciare is mine, ma chère~" He gave a light laugh and darted back to his car before te could react, just watching him dumbfounded as he paused, blew te a kiss, and sped off. The rose dropped from your hand, and slowly te raised a hand to your lips. Goodness, te could still feel his lingering there.
"I think I have to change my mind on this whole 'love' thing…"
