Unfamiliar Feelings - A Hetalia FrUK Fanfiction

Christmas party gone wrong

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I wake up to the sound of a rumbling stomach. How long had I been asleep for? I check the clock on my bedside table, 4:00 pm. Shoot! I'm late for the world countries Christmas party! Although I'm only going because Russia would threaten me if I didn't, he might think that I'm not coming and he might have a sniper assassin outside my window! I quickly rush around, flinging clothes all around looking for my sleeveless Christmas sweater. I pull it out of a long forgotten heap finally, and slip it over my head. I pull on my shoes and run out the door.

The drive takes a little while because no doubt people are going to or coming back from their Christmas holiday. Honking and beeping surround me as a headache starts to arrive. Bloody hell can't they move any faster?

After what seems like hours of waiting in the traffic jam, I manage to arrive only two hours late. They've only just started to eat, so it's not too bad that I arrive when I do. "Oh hey, Britain dude! You're late, that's okay though, we already did the secret santa. So here's your present, you remembered right dude?" America asks. "Oh ummm... No I didn't." I say, inwardly cursing myself. "Oh, well you can give your person their gift later when you have it." He says, then starts turning around to walk off. "Oh, America! Who was my person again?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, feeling like a fool for not having remembered. "Hmm, oh, it was Russia I think dude. Good luck!" He calls out before turning around and walking off to talk to China.
"Blast!" I mutter under my breath, "What the hell am I supposed to get him?!" Before I can think any more on the subject, I feel a presence by my side, standing closer than I would've liked. I look up, ready to let all hell loose on anyone who thought they could invade my personal space so freely. But then, I am taken aback by the ocean blue eyes, staring directly into mine. My eyes wide, my mouth agape with incredulity. "Mon ami, why don't you open your present instead of just holding it, looking as though you are contemplating whether or not it is a flower, or a bomb." He says beside me. I just stare at him for a while longer, being drawn in by his deep blue eyes.

I finally force myself to snap out of it, and look anywhere but those captivating eyes of his. "Oh right" is all I can slip past my lips. I sit down on the closest chair and place the neatly wrapped parcel on my lap, looking at it curiously before ripping at the colourfully designed paper. I look at the present now resting firmly in my hands, it seems to be a state of the art princess Diana tea set, but it can't be, because they were sold out years ago. I look at it again, and unbelievably, it appears to be exactly what I thought was impossible. It was a state of the art princess Diana tea set! I couldn't believe it, I blinked a few times before looking back up and turning my head slowly towards Francis and looking at him. "Do you know who got me this?" I ask, genuinely curious.

He has this knowing smile, creeping onto his lips, looking as though it was wanting to tell a deep dark secret, threatening to let it slip out. Then he finally cracks, his pink lips turn into a wide toothy grin. "It was me Angleterre! I got you that gift!" He says, throwing his arms up into the air. I just look stunned at him for a while before replying. "But... How did you... I don't understand... These were sold out, well, years ago! How.... How did you even get them?" His wide smile never falters as I continue looking at him incredulously. "Ahhh that is for me to know, and you to never know." He says with a smirk plastered from ear to ear. I look between him and my present, still not quite believing these impossible events.

I finally give up on trying to understand the situation, and put the boxed set beside my sweater on the seat next to mine. "Thank you, Francis." I tell him before settling back into my chair. "I must say, I had doubts about if you were going to show or not Angleterre." Francis says. "Well, I had my doubts too if I was going to show, but then, well, here we are." I reply.

We just sit in slightly uncomfortable silence until I hear Alfred yell something like: "Woooo dudes! It's party time!" The lights dim, and music starts blaring through the multiple stereos scattered around the place. The first song is of course Jingle bells, and everyone starts singing along loudly and slightly out of tune to the well known lyrics. Apart from me of course. I mean, I didn't really even want to come in the first place, so no way are they forcing me to sing along as well!

But of course, at least one person would always try to make me join in, but why did it have to be HIM to try to persuade me?! He nudges me in the ribs with his elbow, catching me by surprise, causing a distressed noise to escape my lips. "Oh come on Angleterre, sing along! It's Christmas!" He says, nudging me again, continuing to sing along to the words while looking at me expectantly.

I try as hard as I can to not look into his eyes, but they're so enticing, it's impossible not to be drawn in by the enchantment of those deep blue eyes of his. I tear myself away from his gaze, and walk as fast as my wobbly legs will carry me, to the closest door, which just so happens to be the kitchen.