Gakuen Hetalia! ~Romance Edition~

Title: Gakuen Hetalia! ~Love Edition~
Author: TheLadyGrey + Frau's Bug
Rating: M
Anime: Hetalia! Axis Powers
Genre: Romance/Humour/Drama/AU
Summary: Its the summer of their youth. Two girls will find themselves. In the heat of their growth two boys will become two men. A tale of romance, humor, tragedy and...sex?! Gakuen Hetalia! Romance Edition.

Chapter X: Passion

Francis devoured Matelines mouth greedily, glancing up at the clock and inwardly cursing. Only two minutes left? Merde. But it was the only time he'd been able to secure in private with Mateline. He had her pressed against the wall near his classroom door. Alfred was only staying on maternity leave with Alice for another few days and then he'd be back after a month's leave, and he'd enjoyed that month nearly to the fullest extent. Nearly.

Mateline was just as eager as her boyfriend, who seemed to have made up for the lost time they had never really had the choice in loosing. She tangled her hands in his hair, moaning a little into the man's kisses. 'F-Francis~' she whispered sighing, lips swollen and red from the kisses her boyfriend had unexpectedly stolen yet again.

He caressed her tongue with his own, letting his own heady moan fill her mouth. He kneaded the back of her neck sensually, his eyes slipping closed. At least for the next minute or so he had her all to himself, and he'd enjoy it.

One of Mateline's hands slipped down his chest skimming the top of his stomach, shivering in delight as the older man continued using her pliable mouth to his own pleasure, amethyst eyes glazed over with need. This was so good, and she was so happy Francis had taken advantage of the time they had for kissing like this, which caused her soft supple body to heat up under the more experienced mans touch.

Francis fuzzily registered a pair of footsteps beyond his door and parted from her lips with a loud, wet noise and gave her a wide birth, shuffling through a few papers on his test. As the door to the room opened and a couple of giggling girls made their way inside. "Here's your test, Mademoiselle Williams. Excellent work." He gave her a subtle wink. "I have a tutoring session to commence. I will see you final hour."

Mateline discreetly licked her wet swollen lips, before pulling away from Francis' desk smiling sweetly. 'Ok Monsieur Bonnefoy, good luck~' she told him, twirling around and making her way out of the room to go to her final period, eyes dreamily looking ahead and cheeks flushed.

Ludwig watched her walk down the hall, excusing himself from Kiku, quickly stepping forward and touching her arm before she ran into an open locker. "Careful," he tutted.

'Oh! I'm sorry Ludwig' answered Mateline, smiling sweetly at the German boy. 'My head wasn't on at that moment' she told him honestly, composing herself. 'How are you and Feliciana?' she asked, giggling as she spotted Gilbert and Feliciana trading pictures of Ludwig, pictures that Kiku had obviously taken and sold to them.

Ludwig sighed deeply, surveying the scene as well. "... As it's always been," he said warily. Kiku had the decency to avoid his gaze. "And... you?" He felt more than a little awkward inquiring about a student-teacher relationship.

'I'm fine. My studies are going well, I'm a little surprised, I thought for sure I wasn't on a good level in Math and physics' she answered him playing with the end of her french-braid, which Francis had done this morning, once again tying her uniform ribbon into a fancy bow. 'Feliciana hasn't nagged you at all about affections?' she asked him, giggling.

"She has carried on with them as usual," he told her, pushing the reading glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "But she has kept up with her studies as well." His voice was tinged with pride.

'That's good, I'm glad she's taken to going to studies with you. She never liked reading with me, not that I was adamant about it either, she needed a stricter figure. Besides, now she had someone she want's to impress and prove herself to' answered Mateline, pushing up her own glasses. She heard a click of a camera, and turned to look at Kiku, smiling a little. 'We must look so moe for Honda-kun to take pictures of us' she told Ludwig with a happy smile.

Ludwig blanched. "Please don't say any more about moe Mateline. I need someone with a clear head around on a daily basis." He straightened completely, looking away abashedly. "I'm leaving."

'Alright, I'm sorry if I upset you' she said softly, blushing. 'Honestly, Ludwig's reactions are just so cute, I know why Feliciana would like you so much and why Kiku is always taking pictures of you. I even understand why you're brother is so smitten with you' answered Mateline.

Ludwig gave her a look of pure, white-faced terror and made a hasty retreat. Kiku wasn't able to stop himself from tsking at his loss.

'Aww, I'm sorry Honda-kun' answered Mateline, pushing her glasses up. 'He's very...c-cute' she whispered, like it was a dirty secret and blushed. Feliciana heard her and squealed dragging Gilbert along to join Mateline talking about the various pictures they had of the German boy, making Mateline feel like a stalker by the time she left with a handful of photos.

Kiku felt like he'd done excellent business for the day. He stowed the camera away in his secret place and walked down the hall with a subtle skip in his step.

Mateline of course looked through her collection of photos, giggling. 'Oh, those three. Now I like collecting pictures of him too~' she said going to the next photo. All of Ludwig who looked very cute indeed no matter what he was doing.


Francis hadn't stopped pacing since he'd settled himself over on his plush sofa. He brought his thumbnail up to his lips, eyes darting around his room. He would have begun perspiring if it wouldn't have ruined his glamor.

Mateline came out of the man's shower, patting her still damp blond hair, wearing a cute little thin pink dress that Francis had gotten her. She had been embarrassed at first, stammering out that the dress was too short and too thin, but then conceded, slipping on thin pink matching slippers. They were just having a little romantic meal on the man's balcony in his French-styled two story house. Francis was obviously from a well-bred family, from the many pictures she had seen hanging on his hallways.

The dress wasn't a clingy dress, though it was made from chemise material. Two trails of frills, one going across from her left shoulder and reached the side under her left arm, while a frilled edge sat on her left sleeve. A little ribbon at the bottom of the dress where it reached under her little butt laid and gave the dress a cute little hem that was perfectly girlie. She liked how the man spoiled her. She spotted a picture of his mother, a beautiful thin and almost unreal woman that made her blush. She reached the living room, flushing as she spotted Francis sitting on his sofa, looking suave and only the light of the many candles he had lit illuminating his features. Rose petals scattered all over the place. 'F-Francis'

He looked up, smiling wanly. "You look lovely, cher," he murmured distractedly, his eyes meeting hers, but seeming faraway.

Mateline noticed and made her way slowly towards his side, sitting down after brushing a few rose petals away from the couch, taking one and pressing it to Francis' lips, kissing him through the petal and pulling back. 'What's wrong? Is...Is it the dress? Or...my hair?' she asked softly, laying a small hand on Francis' own large one.

Having grown up with a moderate amount of good breeding, he knew that all situations must be handled with great delicacy. This put him at a disadvantage, as he had no clue as to what to do in a situation in which there was no prim and proper way to go about it. "Neither," he answered, kissing her fingertips. How to tell her he had been spared the sight of unseemly feminine products in his wastebin for far too long?

'Then...what is it?' she asked looking worried. She tilted his face towards hers, violet eyes confused and a little scared. 'I-I know I've been sick recently in the mornings, and perhaps my strange craving for your French cuisine has gotten me a little moody, but...if that bothers you, I can stop.' she stammered out looking scared. Was Francis going to break up with her?

He saw the unease in her eyes and smiled in apology, devoting his entire attention to his lover. "Non, don't be silly. How could I dislike it when you yearn for my cooking and let me look after you, mon ange?" He smoothed her hair down. "I'm just... worried."

She let out a little relieved sigh, smiling at the man and leaning against him, a hand playfully crawling up his chest. 'Don't scare me like that Francis~' she whispered before looking at him seriously. 'What's gotten you worried?' she tilted her head, looking at Francis with gentle eyes.

"You," he answered plainly, covering her hand with his own and squeezing it. "Cher, you've had this stomach bug for... quite a while."

'Ah, Y-yeah..' she rubbed her stomach and looked at him with a smile. 'I know, it's strange. But, I mean, it's not too serious. I'm still doing good in my studies, even if I feel a little fatigued in class'

Francis shook his head slightly. "I'm not overly concerned about your studies. You always do so well. It's more disconcerting that you've experienced all these changes at once."

'Eh...' she flushed a little and looked down at her lap. 'You noticed I haven't gotten it yet' she whispered embarrassed. She had deemed it taboo to even talk about her menstruation to her lover. It wasn't a subject she liked, no matter how natural. She would always try to avoid the man when she got her monthly visitor, but whenever the aches became too much, she would slink to his side for a gentle encouragement and delicious massage.

He nodded, his hand sliding to the small of her back and rubbing it gently. "Oui. It concerns me because this is not your only odd symptom as of late."

Biting her lower lip, Mateline felt her eyes tear up. 'I-I....Francis' she placed her hands on her belly, which was softening slowly to make room for the small life that would be soon growing into a baby. 'I'm pregnant' she whispered, clutching at the material of her dress with shaky hands. She looked up at him with nervous anxiety, sniffling and trying to hold her tears, shaking with the effort, even though a few rolled down her cheeks anyways.

He gathered her in his arms quickly, whispering soothing words in her ear. "Hush," he murmured, "stop those tears, cherié. You know I can't stand to see you cry."

'B-But...I thought you would...break up with me' whispered Mateline softly, sniffling still, hands tangling into his shirt and laying her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which was actually beating a little quicker than normal. 'Francis, I'm pregnant, I just took a test.' she whispered. She recalled shaking a little at the result of the little stick, and buried her head against Francis pectorals. 'Please...don't break up with me...or ask me to get rid of the baby'

Francis thought his heart would stop. He pulled her back a little, his face taut with a stern expression. "Pardonnez-moi," he said huffily, "but I didn't know I came across as such a person who would hurt someone so dearly beloved or kill his own child."

'I-I' Mateline smiled, sniffling and the tears rolling faster. I'm sorry, you don't, I'm afraid is all' she whispers rubbing at her soaked eyes. 'B-But Francis, you'r so calm' she told him, kissing his chin.

He laughed a little manically. "Calm? I assure you, I am frantic inside. Luckily I've passed on my genes," he said, casually placing a hand over her abdomen, "because my life is now on the line. Your brother will have my neck for this."

'No he won't!' Mateline placed a hand over his, kissing the man softly. 'I won't let big brother find out' slowly she ran her free hand through his silky locks of hair, releasing them from their loose tail. 'I only have him for Bioligy, and it's going to be late-December when I start to show, so I'll be out of school by then' She promised him softly, looking worriedly at the man.

He shook his head, cradling her face and kissing her lips softly. "I cannot tell you how much worse that would make my punishment," he murmured, kissing her again.

'W-Well, I won't let big brother get mad at you' she told him, accepting his kisses willingly. 'I was more than eager to have relations with you when we started, I'm still willing to commit to those same acts without a thought. He can't say anything because I made the first move' she told Francis stubbornly.

Francis chuckled. "My, you are a fierce one," he smiled, monopolizing her lower lip with his own. A wet sucking sound penetrated the otherwise quiet room and he kneaded the back of her sensitive neck. "I adore you."

Mateline gave a breezy giggle and tangled her hands into the man's hair, kissing back and pulling away with a wet noise. 'So, now that we' she giggled laying on the sofa, pulling Francis on top of herself to enjoy the pleasant pressure of the Frenchman's weight on her. 'have settled this matter, at least for now, we can forgo 'L'capote Anglaise' and thoroughly enjoy each other, and our growing newborn' she whispered kissing the man passionately.

He answered her with his hands and tongue, certainly up to such a delightful proposition. He made quick work of her gown, sliding his hand up her pale, plush thigh and massaging her hip bone with his thumb.

Mateline seemed to, with merely a flick of her wrist, unbutton Francis' silk shirt open, reaching inside the shirt to slip it off one shoulder, kissing the man with as much vigour as he. She slowly slipped her leg up and down Francis' own, pulling back panting, cheeks rosy and looking up at the man with amethyst eyes that seemed to tell him 'Come hither' biting at her thumbnail with a lazy smile, only present whenever they were about to being their love making.

He smirked right back, nibbling her soft earlobe. "No panties?" he asked, his voice rich with seduction and desire. "What kind of example are you setting for the child?" His free hand slid over her small, pert breast, squeezing and kneading with a gentle pressure that she always seemed to like.

'Ah~' she arched a little, flushing down to her shoulders, looking at him through glazed eyes. 'I'm teaching them how to get a French man hot under the collar' she whispered, voice thick with love and arousal, licking her lips and allowing a hand to crawl its way to the front of his trousers, rubbing at the front, giving him a smirk. 'Commando sir~?' she asked giggling.

"Well, you know," he practically purred, rocking gently into her hand, "I wanted us to match. It's something cute couples are supposed to do, non?" The Frenchman rolled her nipple and suckled her throat.

Mateline giggled but soon the sound turned into a moan at the gentle suction on her throat, her palm rolling Francis' hardness. 'Mmm...I-I suppose so~ You are knowledgeable about what's fashionable~' she teased him, baring her throat at the man.

Francis took advantage of the lovely expanse and groaned softly, removing her hand and rocking his hardness against her sex. "You make me blush with your flattery," he said hotly against her throat.

'Ahn~' Mateline moaned feeling Francis' manhood against her moistening organ, biting her lower lip and shivering as his hot breath tickled her throat. 'F-Francis' she whispered licking her lips.

His long fingers only moved slightly from her hip over to her heat, slipping a finger easily between her folds. His cock throbbed, and he speculated that it was perhaps jealous of his lucky finger.

She gasped a little, wriggling and clenching around the man's finger eagerly, looking up at him through glazed and pretty eyes, whimpering.

Francis slicked his finger around her most sensitive spot agonizingly slow. "What's wrong, cher? You look a little flustered." He curled his finger into her briefly. "Is there something I can do for you?"

'Nnn~' she whined and arched more, pouting at him. 'I don't want a finger~' she whispered shakily, clenching around the digit again.

He slipped another in. "Another then? Or..." He smirked, sliding them in and out slowly. "You want the full French experience at length?"

She laughed and moaned licking her lips and sitting up. 'I'd like to taste that fine French experience first, just in case it isn't enough' she whispered, teasing a finger down Francis' abdomen, undoing his fly with a giggle, watching the throbbing organ slip out. 'Mmm~'

"By all means," he rumbled, nibbling on her shoulder. "But I think you'll find that you'll be quite satisfied with what I have to offer."

Mateline stood up, her dress slipping down her nude body which looked adorably flushed from the head to her shoulders. She stood in front of Francis, kneeling and lowering the man's trousers a little. 'What a fine cuisine you're offering' she cooed, trailing a finger up and down the man's hard throbbing length.

He inhaled sharply, his calf muscles tightening as he tried to control himself. "It's a special dish, reserved for only the most adorable Canadians," he said with all the constraint he could muster, smoothing her hair.

'Oooh, I feel special~' She whispered, leaning forward and giving it the crown a little kiss, before taking the mushroom head of his manhood into her lips, licking at it and giving a little suck.

He groaned and lifted his hips only slightly, sliding his fingers in her hair. The action sent little tremors up his rock-hard cock and filled him with heat.

Mateline suckled a little, pulling it out and kissing the head again, licking the slit before kissing the underside of Francis' cock and looking up at him with a tiny smirk, licking the veins.

" Merde, " he hissed, the thick appendage twitching and throbbing with lust. "Naughty kitten." Francis eyed her with the deepest of passion. "I won't last long if you look at me like that for much longer."

'Mmmk~' she whispered fluttering her lashes at the man. 'Does Monsieur Bonnefoy want my mouth~?' she asked playfully, her hands reaching to rolls Francis' sacs with a giggle.

And with that he was off the couch and on top of her, pinning her to the floor and kissing her soundly. More than her delectable, hot mouth he wanted to be encased by something even hotter. Francis hiked up that little pink slip and spread her legs wide.

Mateline squealed and let a muffled out moan, panting as she felt the man spreading her legs. 'Oh Francis' she whispered shaking a little. 'More'.

"With pleasure," he ground out, sliding into her with one clean, quick stroke. Francis shivered and groaned, devouring her lips in a kiss.

'Mmm' she cried out accepting the man's organ into her body with ease, wrapping her arms around the man's shoulders and kissing back sloppily, resting her legs again Francis' waist.

He began a slow, rhythmic pace, filling her over and over to suit both of their hungers. He pressed his finger past her lips as well, rubbing that moist, heated nub in slow, small circles to match his thrusting pace.

At that Mateline bit his lower lip, clenching around the man when he managed to touch a sweet spot within her, moaning and trembling with the man's movements. 'I-I love you' whispered Mateline letting out a high pitched keen. 'So close.'

His finger twirled faster and faster, his pace picking up as well. He sucked on her lower lip, partaking in the luscious swollen flesh.

'Ah...ah...' her breath hitched with each thrust and swirl and after a few more delicious strokes she clenches around the man, squealing and crying out as she is rocked with orgasms, hands tangling into Francis' hair and her legs wrapping tightly around the man's waist.

The erotic cries and sudden, hot tightening around his length left only time enough for a few more thrusts before he released deep inside of her, panting and shaking afterword.

Mateline groaned feeling the man's seed coat her inside and shivered as he slipped out of her. 'F-Francis' she whispered, arms still wrapped around the man's shoulders, and kissing his neck. 'I...love you' she panted out, body slicked with perspiration. She ran her hand through his hair, still panting a little.

He nuzzled the girl's sweat-slick neck and panted hotly. "J'taime, Mateline," he answered, kissing her collar bone, her throat. His cleaner hand slid over her stomach as he kissed her chin. "And I love whoever is inside of you. Don't forget that."

'Mmm~ Our baby will be so gorgeous~' she giggled softly, placing her hand on Francis' own hand, stroking it with the tips of her fingers. 'Francis, I'm so happy, and I'm a little scared' she admitted to him. 'Not of my brother. Because you know what, it's my body, and your dick, I like it, and my body does too' she told him bluntly.

He muffled his surprised choke in the crook of her neck. "A-all right." He looked up, his cheeks a bit red. He cupped hers and matched her gaze. "Why are you afraid, mon cher?"

'Because, I love you so much~ I'm scared the baby will take all your love away~' she answered giggling and kissing his brow. 'I'm actually scared about how I should eat now' she told him softly, still petting his head.

"How you should eat?" he repeated quizzically. Then he grabbed her finger, kissing each and every fingertip. "With your mouth, of course." He pressed a kiss to her palm. "All rich, delicious French cuisine until you think you cannot stand another bite." Another kiss was granted to her knuckles. "I will satisfy you in all ways, Mademoiselle."

'Oh Francis' Mateline gave him a soft kiss, umping as she heard the man's cellphone ring. 'Oh~! Someone's calling you?' she pouted at him.

He smiled apologetically before sitting up and digging through the pockets of his dicarded jeans. "Hello, Bonnefoy speaking," he said cheerfully upon answering.

'FRANCIS WHERE THE FUCK IS MATELINE?!' growled out Alfred into his phone, huffing. 'I've been calling her for the past half hour!! Is her phone dead?'

Francis made a pout to mirror Mateline's. "I'm hurt and oh so very jealous. Won't you talk to me instead?" Subtly, he pressed the speakerphone option so that Mateline would have the pleasure of hearing Alfred's calm, gentle voice.

'.....Fuck you Francis, why are you always making me do this?!' ground out Alfred pouting. 'Look, so I kissed you ONCE! So whaaaaaat?!' cried out Alfred frustrated. Mateline quirked a brow at Francis. 'And ok, so when we got smashed we made out...and maybe ground a little, but look, you don't have to bring it up!' 'Ok Alfred, I know you're making that up. My phone has been on the fritz, what did you need?' asked Mateline smiling. 'MATTIE! Baby girl...uh...what's a good gift for Iggy, one that doesn't say I want sex?'

Francis handed the phone to his lover and rested his chin on her shoulder, quirkingna brow. "You don't want to have sex?"

'No Francis, Iggy's still aching in the wrong places. We tried, we wound up in the hospital again' answered Alfred with a sigh. 'I really want to make it up to her' he answered to the other. Mateline turned her head to quietly kiss to her boyfriend, sitting on his naked lap with a silent giggle, wriggling her bottom a little. 'Well, flowers, chocolate, and a little stuffed Rabbit should begin the process' answered Mateline softly.

Francis slid an arm around her waist to keep her still, kissing her bruised neck casually. "You might take her shopping," Francis suggested. "With an inferiority complex like Alice's, she might be feeling self-conscious and unattractive. Perhaps hold her hand more often, and help her diligently around the house. Massage her. Hold her." He smirked, knowing that though Alice would probably squawk and squabble the whole time, she's be dying of happiness on the inside.

'Ooooh~ Francis has the right idea' giggled out Mateline, liking the kiss that was being placed on her neck, her hand reaching to tangle into Francis' hair and giving him a deep kiss.

'Be attentive to her and make sure not to act like you usually do' she warned her brother, knowing how the other was.

Mateline gave a little sigh, enjoying the warmth that Francis gave off. 'Did that help Alfred?' she asked softly, turning her head to bump noses with the French man with a giggle. 'Yeah, you guys are awfully happy sounding, I bet you made out didn't you?!!?' Mateline could see her brother's tears already and giggled. 'No we didn't 'make out' Alfred' she said. Not really lying.

Francis kissed that adorable little nose. "Your terms are so crude, Alfred," he said chastisingly. "I prefer to think of it as... making love to her mouth." Francis gave a little wink.

'What?!!' Mateline giggled and let her hand tangled in his hair trail to his chin, stroking the handsome and soft stubble on the skin. 'Big brother, you have to go attend to big sister. I'll talk to you later' she said before hanging up, ignoring her brother's screams, turning in Francis' lap and kissing him.

He returned her kisses wholeheartedly, snacking on that delicious mouth like an addict. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do to your brother," he said in between kisses, threading his fingers through her hair. "Remember, he must be happy and without complaint when you tell him that you are with child."  

'Mmm, I'll tell him that when it's too late, that way,  he won't have an excuse to kill you, after all' she giggled teasing his lips with her tongue, hands trailing to her abdomen. 'The baby will have gotten to know daddy and it just won't do to make the baby angry or sad because daddy isn't around~'

He grimaced. "What a comforting statement," he mumbled, massaging her scalp. "Pére will be both angry and sad if he is annihilated right before his child's birth."

'That's why, so please don't worry' answered Mateline, smiling at him sweetly, snuggling against him. 'So, are we going to sit out here naked? Or may we take a bath?' she asked standing up, her hands shyly covering her front with an embarrassed aura.

He laughed brightly, patting her calves before hauling himself up. "Don't try to seem demure now, cher. I know the things that naughty mind is capable of." He took her hand, striding confident and nude toward the bathroom.

'Unlike you, after sex I am not so confident or proud' she told him, rolling her eyes and smiling fondly as she followed him. 'I hope this doesn't become a habit. I'll surely forget to wear my clothes one day, and then what will we do?' she asked giggling.

Francis pulled her into the bathroom, closing the door casually behind him and starting up the hot shower. "We will have to dress you, of course. No one else should gaze upon your beauty but my eyes alone."

'So jealous~' she teased him, pressing up and kissing the man slipping into the shower with a giggle.

He followed her in, allowing her to monopolize the spray as he scrubbed down every inch of her with hyacinth soap.

Mateline made a pleased sound, grabbing a small bottle of what looked to be like very expensive shampoo scented of roses, and placed a small amount on her hand, reaching up to wash and lather at Francis' luxurious hair gently and lovingly.

He bent his head lower to give her better access, rubbing the purple floral soap onto her soft neck. "You should have more confidence after sex," he said with a smile. "You're so beautiful."

Mateline gave a shy giggle and kissed him softly as they both washed off the soap and sex from their bodies, turning off the shower herself, and reaching for a white towel to shyly dry Francis' hair. 'You are so very sweet and tender'

Francis hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, lighting a tiny kiss upon her lips, darting his tongue out to lick them subtly. "You are quite sweet and tender yourself, cherié."

Giggling, the young woman draped the towel on Francis' head, wrapping her arms around his shoulder with a blush and kissing him back with a tinier kiss, pressing her stomach against his, although the height difference made it so that the top of her belly pressed against his lower belly.

Francis slid his hands along the curves of her side, his kisses soft and loving. "How are you feeling?"

'A little hungry actually' she whispered softly, smiling at him dreamily. 'I-I want...some of your food. I'm honestly in the mood for anything. But I want crepes for dessert' she told him fidgeting shyly.

He took the towel on his head and wrapped it around his waist, grabbing another for her. He settled it over her shoulders and kissed her nose. "Dry off and dress. I will make you a feast."

'Oh Francis, You don't really have to' stammered out the Canadian female, feeling her cheeks turn a pretty red as she started drying off her hair and then padding down her damp skin.

"But I want to most terribly," he said, striding from the steamy room in naught but a towel. He promptly dressed in his room and traipsed into the kitchen, turning on the stovetop and a skillet of olive oil, preparing something rich and creamy.

Mateline walked into Francis' room taking one of his white cotton-button-up shirt and slipping it on, grabbing a pair of his boxers and padding into the kitchen, a towel still wrapped around her neck to keep the damp hair off. 'Thank you'

When the white substance began bubblig, he slipped a plain white apron around his neck and tied up his hair, stirring the substance with a wooden spoon. "My pleasure. Just make yourself comfortable, cherié."

'Ok' Mateline sat on an ornately crafted kitchen chair, watching Francis cook. She always enjoyed watching him cook, heck, she liked watching him do everything. Clean, cook, write, paint, kiss, make love, masterba---.

She blushed heavily at that last one and covered her giggle. She'd only caught him once and that was what led to the baby in her current stomach.

Francis hummed a tune from his native country, turning the golden omlette over, brilliant white creamy cheese oozing out of the side.

Tilting her head, the girl studied her boyfriend curiously, trying to picture the little life in her stomach and what it would look like. Would the baby get his/her mothers hair? What about the man's eyes? She giggled.

Hopefully, if it was a girl, she wouldn't get her mother's hesitation, nor her fathers veracious sex appetite.

Francis artfully slipped the omlette onto a plate and slid it before her, quirking a brow. "What's so funny?"

'Our baby~' answered Mateline rubbing her belly. 'What he would look like, act like? If  she would be like you or me? What gender'

Francis placed his hand over hers and smiled serenely. “Either way, it will be the most beautiful child on earth, oui?" He kissed her cheek. "I hope they will take your traits."

'I hope they will take on yours too' she answered honestly, her hand stroking the back of Francis' own and looking at the omelet with a hungry look. 'This looks so delicious~' she answered, reaching with her free hand to take a piece of the omelet and nibbling it.