Hetalia one-shots

BTT But It's A Band AU

 This chapter focused on fruk, prucan will be the next chapter. Enjoy-

<Francis POV>

I was combing my blond-silky hair before I was rudely interrupted with a sound pounding at the door. Being the decent person I was, I walked over to open it to reveal my worst enemy, Arthur Kirkland.

His usually messy hair was messier than usual, and he had a scared expression on his face; he was panting heavily and red-faced. It looked as if he had just run a marathon.

"You know, mon Amie, it's quite rude to pound on someone's door." I bluntly stated, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, yes, you can lecture me on my antics later; just let me in already. I'm being chased," he snarled.

"Oh, and who seems to be following you?" I asked.

"The fangirls, now would you please let me in. As much as I despise being so much as a matter in your mere direction, I'd rather be with you than face my fans. Heavens know what they'd do me."

I smirked, "Oh, I don't know if I should feel honored; or watch how they tear you to shreds. Either way, why should I help you?" I asked as I looked at my polished nails.

Arthur looked taken back, "Look, I know we can't stand so much as breathing the same air, but I beg of you for just this once to let me inside. I'll do anything; just let me inside already."

I perked up, "Anything?"

"Gah, yes, anything. Now let me in you yank."

"Deal," I said before pulling him inside, in time too, for a crowd of Artur's fans had just turned into the hallway.

I saw as his panicked expression began to falter and change to a quickly composed posture. His heavy breathing subsided, and he leaned against the wall.

"Now about the offer you provided me, I believe now would be the time to set the terms, don't you think?" I taunted.

"I feel I've made a mistake of some sort," Arthur predicted.

"Don't worry mon amie," I reassured, "Let's just say, you owe me a favor."

"Is that supposed to make me feel any better?" He scoffed.

"Not at all." I smirked, "Now, you stay still like the rat you are until your simp army goes away while I try to make myself gorgeous."

"Whatever frog, no amount of beauty products will make you look like a prince," Arthur sneered.

"Says the brit who hasn't used a hairbrush in their life; now stay silent while I do my magic." I jeered.

"Fine, it's not like I wanted to talk to you anyways."

"The feeling is mutual," I replied as I walked away further into my room."

I sat inside my room; Arthur and I have never been on good terms. From the moment we meet as children, we've despised each other. I despised him to no end; he dresses like a punk one moment to a gentleman the next. He always acts like he's better than everyone; he's also a shit cook. For heaven's sake, he once almost burnt my house down, trying to make himself some tea.

I took out my phone, I had to share my frustration with someone, or I would burst.

BTT CHAT

WokeUpLookingBetterThanU(Francis): Help! I'm stuck in my room with Aurthur because his simp army was after him; I do not want to be stuck with the rat. :(

WokeUpMoreAwesomeThanU(Gilbert): F

WokeUpThiccerThanU(Antonio): Oof