Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

I Don't Bite (France)

Dedicated to megKirkland42 the first person beside smy siblings to request! Thank you :)

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She enters the hallway, holding her books close and eyes wide with its usual brightness and awareness. Today her (h/l) (h/c) is swept to the side out of its usual braid or neat bun, a headband to match the uniform. And despite the schools strict uniform [Name] always breaks it in some way; today its her shoes. Instead of the mandated shoe rule, she wears black knee high boots.

Francis smiles softly as he watches the girl walk up the hall. "I could be in love...." he says. Where he stands, beside his best friends locker and beside her first class, she will be sure to notice him.

"Oh, Francis," his tanned friend Antonio sighs, laing a hand on his shoulder. "Fallen for her so quickly?" Francis glances at the other boy but says nothing; [Name] is about to pass him. When she nears him, Francis waves a bit shyly at her and calls out to her.

"Francis? Oh, good morning guys," she says. As usual, her kindness extends even to the notorious Bad Touch Trio. She brushes a stray strand from her face and smiles to them, waiting.

Gilbert elbows the French boy, bringing him back to earth. "I just wanted to say-"

"Nothing you bloody frog. Come on, [Name]." Arthur, extreme hater of the BTT and- much to Francis's dismay- [Name's]... big..... brother spits; taking his baby sister by her shoulders, he steers he imtonhe classroom leaving the boy staring after him.

The Brit had never liked the trio, claiming things that they never did nor would ever do, especially when it comes to sweethearts like his younger sister. Sure, they are disturbing and loud in class; they may prank a teacher; and have dated a few girls- but not the number people like to put on them. Two or three, that's it! But they guess people like Arthur or even those who were jealous of them spread rumors just so the boys can lose face.

It hurts, yeah. It does. But as long as the trio can put smiles on peoples faces and make them laugh, its worth it. Despite how much it hurts to be made fun of like that, even feared in some ways.

"Come, mis amis. Class will start soon," Francis slams his locker close, startling a few nearby student.

~Time Skip to LUUUUUUUUNCH~

"I think its a good plan."

"What!?"

"If you want-"

"I will not resort to such dirty tricks! And you guys KNOW that!!"

Gilbert shrugs. "Look, Fran. I love you, and for that I am telling you Arthur will not let you date her. So its your best option."

"I WILL NOT -" Francis clears his throat and lowers his voice. "Suck up to that black sheep for heavens' sake! I refuse!" Unknowingly to his best friends, the proposed idea upsets Francis more than they know; he would much rather gain a date from [Name] by being himself. He would even wait until the agrivating older brother graduates- which is just a year away.

"Fran-"

"I said no, Gilbert. And I mean that," he hisses. Then, fed up with his friends-like-brothers, Francis gathers his lunch and schoolbag, exiting the cafeteria in fury.

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Stomping through the halls with no idea of where to go, the French boy just wanders around the school building. He had threw his things into his locker before wandering around, not wanting to carry it's weight. So now, one hand is stuffed deeply into his pockets, and the other holds his jacket over a shoulder just in case he decides to step out into the crisp wind.

Both Gil and Toni know how much he dislikes that jerk Brit Arthur! And then to suggest that he basically suck up to the other boy! The idea furiates him so-!

Francis spins and punches the wall. His nerves run with shock and pain. He cradles it to his chest, sliding down the wall and bringing his knees up. He hangs his head, soft blond hair hanging over his knees as he lays his head on them. Why can't he just ignore it? If it were anyone else, Francis wouldn't be so concerned; but when [Name] is brought up, he goes crazy.

A pair of shoes echo down the hall. Francis ignores it, turning his head slightly in the opposite direction. Then they stop in front of him. "That look like it hurt... Why'd you do it?"

He sighs in irritation. "Oui. Now leave me alone." Please go. I need to be alone.

"No! Even if you purposely hit the wall, I will not leave you by yourself, idiot."

"[N...Name]?" Francis breathes her name. He raises his head and his mouth falls open in surprise. Where she sqauts now in front of him, he can't help but think of her as an angel. The opposite wall is just high windows, the afternoon light outlining her in a bright light; a worried expression masking the real fear and eyes ever bright.

"Ah..." she sighs. Then to his surprise, she rises and offers a hand down to him. "Let me care for your hand, Francis," she smiles kindly.

He wants to take her hand, reach up and hold her soft hand, let her heal him. He knows she means no harm. He knows. But for some reason he shoves that voice down and rises without her hand. Bitterness replaces what he wants to feel for her, contorting him into a mean person. "I don't need help, merci. I can handle myself." He turns his back to her and begins walking down the hall.

"Adieu, [Name]." His voice, hallow and blank echos through the hall and girls ears terribly.

And in a sudden mix of anger and hurt the girl grabs the others arm (uninjured one) and spins him around to face her. Something in her eyes stops the boy from struggling when he begins to say something nasty to her. Her eyes shine.

"Whatever is wrong, Francis, don't take it out on me," she sniffs. "If you're upset just say so and I'll leave you alone. I just wanted to help." A weak smile wavers on her face.

Francis, stunned, takes a moment to gather himself. He curses in French feeling like an idiot and bully.

Carefully, he wraps then smaller girl into his arms. He rests his chin lightly on her head and stares far down the hall as she cries softly into his chest.

There's a Part 2!