THIS ONE IS A DEDICATION TO MY SCANDINAVIAN FRIEND WHOSE NAME I CAN NEVER MENTION… You are the Norway to my Denmark, the Italy to my Germany, the Veniciano to my Romano, the China to my Russia (and vice versa), the Britain to my France, the Prussia and America to my Canada… Wow, I think I just named about every Yaoi pairing in Hetalia that describes us… Oh well… I think I'm gonna do a series of these with different couples. FIRST UP IS FRUK!
Everything – The Fantasies
(I recommend playing that Micheal Buble song by the same name while reading. It's very good, not to mention it's that song that helped me write this)
France had been having a series of strange dreams about Britain… Although they'd been friends for as long as they could both remember, this wasn't the first time he'd had strange dreams about the Brit, the first time being around his pre-teen years. However France was an adult who knew how his body worked (and used it accordingly) and the dreams seemed to get worse each night…
Last night's dream was the worst…
Britain had been wearing guanthlet-like chains and was restrained to the bed frame. He was wearing a black blindfold and gagged with cloth. France was on top of Britain, touching him in ways he never thought of touching him before, listening to his restrained screams of denial. The whole thing seemed to be something out of one of Germany's pornos. In his dreams, France was doing it with Britain but it seemed to be the kind of "doing it" that was illegeal…
France managed to wake up before the dream got any worse, but usually woke up soaking wet with sweat. He was sick of having to change the bed sheets every morning. This morning he got up, trying not to stick to the sheets. He went straight to the shower, washing his sorrows and insomnia away with the hot water.
"This is too much for me to take anymore." France decided to invite Britain over. He decided to be as brave as possible and try facing the situation as best as possible. However, unbeknownst to this usually perverted and non-hormonal Frenchman, the Brit loved him dearly… What kind of misconnections will occur now?
-Later that Day-
"Thanks for having me over France." Britain unloaded a bag of groceries in the kitchen. "I brought some beers!"
"Oui, merci." France tried to act as normal as possible. "I prepared some desserts too."
"Thanks ol'chap." Britain said. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you invite me over?"
"I just felt a little lonely and thought we could both use a night off." France took out the best wine he had. "Care for a drink?"
-A Few Encouraging Drinks and A Hand Full of Romantic Comedies Later…-
"Hey you bloody frenchy, we're all out of booze!" Britain shouted. "Are you even listening?!"
"Oui… That's too bad… But I felt like going to sleep anyway." France said. "I know I'm going to have a hangover in the morning…"
"Good point." Britain said, attempting to turn off the DVD player (his attempts failed miserably).
"Hey Britain… Do you think… Would it be awkward to sleep with another friend in the same bed?"
"I don't mind…" Britain clung to the Frenchman, still drunk. "Come on you frog, show me the way."
"I never thought he'd become so clingy when drunk…" France piggy-backed the Brit to his bed room. They crash-landed onto the bed where they fell asleep… Together… AWW… That is until France woke up to a certain Brit's whimpering at 3 o'clock in the morning.
"Hey France… Wake up you idiot…"
France did so, wiping the tears off Britain's face. "What's the matter Mon Ami?"
"You idiot… I tried so hard…"
-A flash back sequence before they both got drunk-
Britain ate the desserts France prepared, complimenting his cooking. When he helped wash the dishes, he accidently dropped a plate and cut himself. France had rushed over after hearing the crash. "Are you allright?"
"I'm sorry… I guess I don't know where my minds gone." Britain said. "I'll have to pay you back."
"It's just one plate. There's no need to worry."
"No, it's my fault." Britain just realized he was bleeding, France hurrying and examining the wound. Simple cuts from shards of porceline and china, nothing big. He licked the blood away, much to the Brit's dismay. "WHAT IN BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU FROG?!" He asked.
"I thought it'd help you feel better…"
Britain knew France was right, it did make him feel better, it made him feel loved by France. When he was embraced by the Frenchman, it made him feel warm inside. So Britain tried to create as many almost unrealistic scenerios around France's house to make ol'Frog Face pay attention to him and realize his feelings toward him. Such "scenerios" included:
"Hey France, how do you work this DVD player?!" He asked while sticking his butt out slightly and trying to open the DVD player with the disk for "The Proposal" in hand.
Let's not forget the old…
"Did you just mop the floor?" Britain had tripped on the floor, his shirt somewhat unbuttoned so the Frenchman could notice his physice. It didn't work, France just helping him up.
Then there's the old trick…
"I guess I have butter-fingers, don't I?" Britain dropped the bowl of popcorn all over the floor, picking up the kernals one by one. Back arched, butt in the air…
Now here Britain was, crying at 3 a.m. because none of his tricks worked… They almost always seemed to work in romantic comedies… He and France were in the same bed, the Frenchman comforting him. Even though he didn't purposely plan this (he was drunk off his rocker at the time) this was probably the best scenario thus far.
"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD I'VE BEEN TRYING YOU LOUSY IDIOT! I THINK THAT'S TOTAL BULLOCKS!"
"I don't understand…" France said, stoking the former's cheek.
"I can't take it anymore… Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me."
Yup. Britain said it… France couldn't bear to look him in the eye, but he couldn't exactly spit out the L-word (no, not lesbians) so easily. "Britain… I'm sorry, did I hear you right?"
"You heard me. Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me."
"I don't think I can do that…"
"Stupid… So if you can't do it… THEN LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME YOU HATE ME!" The tears came for the Brit next, flooding from his eyes were tears (luckily not Alice in Wonderland size where you flood the whole room, but normal sized tears).
"I can't do that either. I don't hate you, not in the slightest!" France shouted.
"So prove it… Prove it you bloody git."
France, not knowing what else to do and instincts taking over: His heart beating fast, his skin tingling for an unknown reason, his face feeling hot. Not even knowing why he did it himself, he found his lips on the Brit's… Awkward, heartwarming and awesome all at the same time. However, he forgot to breathe during the event…
Britain had to separate them, pushing France's face away gently, watching as the Frenchman took in much-needed deep breaths. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything… Just know that I don't hate you…"
Oh France… I don't blame ya… I forgot to breathe also… This was (for the most part, with the dirty parts being just a yaoi fangirl's dirty mashinations) based on an actual exchange my Scandinavian friend and I had… The rest is just fiction… But over all, has the same kind of vibe my friend and I have… Friends with chemistry (which is different from Friends with Benefits… In our case we're mainly friends but could probably date and have a romance if we wanted to…)
Oh yeah… I'm too young to drink real booze and I mostly get high off of coke and pepsi… (My uncle says it psychosymatic) But I'm usually the one that gets drunk off my rocker, not my friend… He's usually the one trying to keep me sober… Now you see why I'm the France to his Britain?