FrancexReader: Party Pooper

You drew random faces and circles in the fogged out mirror of the car you were sitting in. Your friend Francis had convinced you to accompany him to a party in a part of town you didn't know of. Just thinking of how he convinced you to come made you angry with yourself. It seemed so right at the moment.

But doesn't everything seem right when you're practically inhaling French chocolate? You sighed and glanced over to the bubble Frenchman driving. He tapped a beat on the steering wheel and looked at you with a grin.

"What is it, ma chérie?" That French accent of his made you want to drop everything and pounce on him. You pouted and leaned your head on the window.

"I don't think it was the right idea to bring me, Francis." You gripped your seatbelt and looked at the traffic.

"I think it was the best idea I thought of all night." Francis said matter-of-factly. You gave him a look that quickly shut him up.

"Your parties aren't the type of parties I'm used to attending, Francis." You glared at him and groaned as you tried to mentally prepare for what was to come. You knew that Francis wouldn't let any of his Bad Touch Trio friends molest you like the last time you went to a party with him, but it's not like he was going to be at your side the entire night. That would just be selfish.

"What does that mean, ________?" You rolled your eyes at his question. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

But you decided to be nice and elaborate for him anyways.

"You know your world famous grope fests." You smiled at him innocently as he pouted.

"It is not like that. Gilbert promised to not touch you without permission!" Francis smiled seductively and you secretly wished to know what he was hiding.

"What about Antonio?"

"He'll be off with Lovino, trust me." You wrinkled your nose in fake disgust before breaking out in laughter.

"Poor Lovino, he's the one that's going to get raped tonight." Francis chuckled and got a perverted glint in his eyes.

"Please tell me you're not imagining it." The Frenchman patted your head and flashed you an innocent grin.

"Non, ma chérie. It is you with the perverted mind, oui?" You blushed and turned away from his gaze.

"Shut up, Frenchie."

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"Hey, _______! Over here!" You turned around to see Alfred waving his arms happily. You hesitated before walking over to him with a smile. Francis had wandered away from you when you arrived at the party to hang out with Gilbert and Antonio, so you were left to walk around without knowing anyone.

"Hi, Al. I didn't know that you were going to be here." You sat next to him on a couch and saw Matthew sitting on his right. The Canadian waved and you smiled in return.
"I was going to go to a band thing but it got cancelled." Alfred shrugged indifferently and you giggled.

"I'm bored. I really don't even know why Francis told me to come." You sighed and leaned back against the soft cushions. Alfred sent a glance to Matthew before he started to laugh obnoxiously.

"You really don't know? You're so dense!" The American snickered when you sent a glare his way.

"What are you talking about, Al?" Alfred opened his mouth but Matthew threw his hand over his brother's mouth before he could speak.

"N-Nothing, _______. He's just being stupid." Matthew said and flicked Alfred's cheek.

"What the hell is with you two…" You murmured with a sigh. That got you absolutely nowhere. You stood up and decided to go find Francis yourself. You weren't having any fun and didn't want to waste any more of your time. You spotted Antonio talking to Gilbert and Lovino near the center of the room and pushed past a few people to reach them.

"Hey, do you know where Francis is?" Gilbert grinned at Antonio and laughed.

"Sorry, fraulein, someone just dragged him away. They're probably sucking face or something." Your face grew red in both anger and embarrassment. Lovino sniffed and sent you an annoyed glance.

Antonio patted your shoulder,"Why don't hang out with us, amiga? You never talk to us anymore!" The Spanish boy pouted and both you and Lovino rolled your eyes.

"It's not her fault you're an annoying bastard!" Lovino crossed his arms in frustration but Antonio refused to stop smiling.

"I would hang out with you two if you didn't grope me." You retorted, crossing your arms. Gilbert laughed loudly and took a sip of his beer.

Gilbert frowned as if reliving the memory,"One time, fraulein. Francis already scolded me for that."

"Whatever. I'm going to go find him and tell him I'm going home." The three looked at you questioningly but didn't say anything as you walked away.

"She's a handful, that one." Gilbert leaned against Antonio who nodded silently in agreement.

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You navigated yourself through the room, occasionally asking people if they knew where Francis went with his so called 'girl'. You felt your blood boil at the thought of him with another girl. Why did he invite you to a party with him if he was going to go off and be with another girl?

Finally you found him in the corner. A pretty brunette was pushing him against the wall and kissing him. You found the scene to be quite aggravating and stood there with your arms crossed as you waited for them to finally separate. When they did, Francis saw you from the corner of his eye and pushed the other girl away.

"Ah, belle, what is it?" He sent a side glance to the brunette who glared at you. You sent her an equally terrifying glare before smirking at the Frenchman.

"I'm going home. Next time don't invite me, Francis. Have fun with…whoever that one is." You turned around and started to walk out, trying to erase that horrifying image out of your mind. You could admit to yourself that you were jealous, but if anyone asked you about it you would deny it.

"_______, wait for me!" You had opened the door to start the walk home when you heard Francis call you. You turned around and frowned.

"You shouldn't leave her waiting. She might not want to do it with you if you chase another girl." Francis laughed at your comment and grabbed your hand. You blushed and looked outside to avoid his stare.

"I had no intention to sleep with the fille. If you're going home I'm going with you." Francis grabbed your chin and gently turned your head to face him. Your blush intensified and you slowly nodded.

"Fine, but don't you dare call me a party pooper."

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"Francis, you're…kinda still holding my hand." Francis grinned beside you and squeezed your hand.

"I don't want ma belle ________ to fall over."
"D-Don't say things like that, Francis." You muttered, staring at the ground. After a few moments of silence you looked up and smiled at the sight of children playing in a playground.

"How cute are those kids? I can't wait until-" You were cut off by your foot bumping in to the uneven sidewalk. You let out a yelp and prepared to hit the ground when a strong arm pulled you up.

"F-Francis?" The blonde's face was close to yours, almost to the point where your noses would touch. Your heartbeat increased as he turned away from you and continued to hold your hand.

"I told you that I didn't want you to fall. Aren't you glad I caught you?" Francis faced you again with a smile and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, thank you…" You momentarily forgot that you were mad at him and leaned in to absorb his warmth. Francis looked at you and bit his lip.

"Francis."

"Yes, ma belle?"

"I…have something to confess." You figured that now was a good moment to tell him how you honestly felt. It tore you apart to be constantly by his side without him knowing. Francis was one of your best friends and you absolutely did not want to lose him. But you couldn't go on without telling him.

"I'm all ears." You went silent for a few moments and led him to a bench not too far from the playground where you had slipped. As you sat down with him you felt your heart pound heavily against your chest. Francis looked at you expectantly and you felt your breath hitch.

"I-I…" You coughed awkwardly before continuing," I've really…loved you for a long time, Francis. I know you don't feel the same way, but hear me out. I don't want this to change our relationship. I just need you to know this." The last sentence was reduced down to a whisper and you stared at your lap. You were afraid of his reaction but you felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"Ah, ma fleur, you're very dense." You looked up to see Francis staring at you with a sickly sweet smile. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your blush grow darker.

"W-What?" Francis barely allowed you to utter that word before he pressed his lips against yours in a calm and gentle kiss.

After the initial shock that he was kissing you wore out you began to kiss him back. You leaned in to his touch and rested yours hands on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on to his lap. When you pulled away he grinned and nuzzled his face in to your neck.

"Je t'aime, _______." You pulled him closer to you and smiled in to his golden locks.

"I'm so happy." Francis grinned up at you with love flashing in his eyes. You stayed silent and smiled back.

"I'm glad I followed you after you decided to be a party pooper." You glared at the Frenchman as he laughed. Well, you weren't complaining. You were glad you felt the need to be a party pooper as well.