by ~TheStrangerInTheFog on deviantarts
"Come on… almost….there…" آپ muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. آپ finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, آپ looked up at the impressive X-mas درخت festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
آپ stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when آپ felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" آپ heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" آپ said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around آپ protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" آپ mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but آپ were able to look past all that and see someone who cared. Plus, he didn't look too bad either.
Reluctantly, he let go of you, only to quickly cover your (e/c) eyes with his hands. "Come on, Francis! I seriously need to finish, then we can do something together, ok?" آپ said, tucking a loose strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. "…Fine. But I will pick what we do, honhonhon~" he released your face, laughing his trademark laugh. "As long as it does not involve removing any items of clothing." آپ added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
آپ giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the سٹار, ستارہ on the درخت was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the سٹار, ستارہ and I'll be done!" آپ grinned excitedly. "Merveilleux! Now, remind me again as to why I could not help?" he replied, only a slight hint of hurt in his voice. "Every سال آپ help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and آپ end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats آپ senseless, remember?" آپ sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
آپ shook your head, sighed, and once مزید returned to the task at hand. آپ looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" آپ whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way آپ would be able to reach the سب, سب سے اوپر of the tree, even with the ladder.
آپ sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" آپ mumbled, embarrassed, as a slight blush dusted your features. He looked surprised for a moment, until his gaze softened as he sauntered over to where آپ were standing. He stopped in front of you, so آپ were facing his back, and bent over. آپ gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, آپ could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He کہا softly. آپ loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and آپ laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, آپ were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" آپ cheered proudly as آپ settled the سٹار, ستارہ in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, آپ pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until آپ started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" آپ gasped as آپ slipped off of your crush's shoulders. آپ felt strong hands grab your calves as the back of your head hit something firm but soft. 'Oh… my… gosh… my head is hitting his butt!' آپ thought, panicking as آپ could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, آپ decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" آپ murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set آپ down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as آپ held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, آپ could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I love you, _____..." he whispered before pulling آپ into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all آپ could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon آپ began to melt into it and kissed back with just as much fervor.
However, your special moment was ruined when a certain Brit stumbled upon the scene. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Arthur screeched, horrified. He quickly ran out of the room blushing, and muttering who-knows-what under his breath.
آپ looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I love آپ too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" آپ said, flirtatiously batting your eyelashes.
He pulled back into a passionate kiss, never once letting go of your delicate frame.
'Hm. I guess X-mas came early for me~' آپ smiled, thinking to yourself.
"Come on… almost….there…" آپ muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. آپ finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, آپ looked up at the impressive X-mas درخت festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
آپ stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when آپ felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" آپ heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" آپ said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around آپ protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" آپ mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but آپ were able to look past all that and see someone who cared. Plus, he didn't look too bad either.
Reluctantly, he let go of you, only to quickly cover your (e/c) eyes with his hands. "Come on, Francis! I seriously need to finish, then we can do something together, ok?" آپ said, tucking a loose strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. "…Fine. But I will pick what we do, honhonhon~" he released your face, laughing his trademark laugh. "As long as it does not involve removing any items of clothing." آپ added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
آپ giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the سٹار, ستارہ on the درخت was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the سٹار, ستارہ and I'll be done!" آپ grinned excitedly. "Merveilleux! Now, remind me again as to why I could not help?" he replied, only a slight hint of hurt in his voice. "Every سال آپ help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and آپ end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats آپ senseless, remember?" آپ sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
آپ shook your head, sighed, and once مزید returned to the task at hand. آپ looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" آپ whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way آپ would be able to reach the سب, سب سے اوپر of the tree, even with the ladder.
آپ sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" آپ mumbled, embarrassed, as a slight blush dusted your features. He looked surprised for a moment, until his gaze softened as he sauntered over to where آپ were standing. He stopped in front of you, so آپ were facing his back, and bent over. آپ gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, آپ could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He کہا softly. آپ loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and آپ laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, آپ were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" آپ cheered proudly as آپ settled the سٹار, ستارہ in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, آپ pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until آپ started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" آپ gasped as آپ slipped off of your crush's shoulders. آپ felt strong hands grab your calves as the back of your head hit something firm but soft. 'Oh… my… gosh… my head is hitting his butt!' آپ thought, panicking as آپ could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, آپ decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" آپ murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set آپ down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as آپ held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, آپ could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I love you, _____..." he whispered before pulling آپ into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all آپ could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon آپ began to melt into it and kissed back with just as much fervor.
However, your special moment was ruined when a certain Brit stumbled upon the scene. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Arthur screeched, horrified. He quickly ran out of the room blushing, and muttering who-knows-what under his breath.
آپ looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I love آپ too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" آپ said, flirtatiously batting your eyelashes.
He pulled back into a passionate kiss, never once letting go of your delicate frame.
'Hm. I guess X-mas came early for me~' آپ smiled, thinking to yourself.
