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 VII: Touching


Fritz smiled a little sadly. "I don't know if I'm waiting for someone knew or if I'm content where I stand. It's been so long since she died, I..." He chuckled, subdued. "Perhaps I'm too old to really consider any new options."

Gilbert looked at the man in shock and shook his head. 'No! No way, I-I mean, you're pretty old, but not unattractive-- not that I find you attractive...o-or unattractive, it's just...girls dig guys like you...I-I think' Gilbert smacked his face blushing and looking away.

Fritz regarded him curiously, a bit of humor in his eyes. "Guys like me?" he asked, stepping closer in a teasing manner. "What kind of guy am I, Gilbert?"

Gilbert took a step back, blushing and looking everywhere but at Fritz, tugging at his neck collar and gulping a little. 'U-Uh, that...uh...the smart grown man....you know, like in those fairytales? The Gentleman that whisks away the poor girl from the streets and gives her everything?' stammered out Gilbert, recalling Daddy Long legs, which had been his favorite when he used to read it to Ludwig, who preferred Sleeping Beauty instead.

Fritz would have chuckled had he not felt a small sympathy toward the poor boy who was looking in all directions except his."It's been quite some time since I've whisked anyone away," he said with a little sigh.

Gilbert swallowed again, wiping at his mouth, trying to calm himself and peek at Fritz, looking down at his shoes and mumbling something about 'You whisk a lot of people, you just don't know it' and standing up straight, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets lazily.

'She's really lucky....your wife. For you to be waiting and faithful to her, in spirit....she's really dear there. huh?' asked Gilbert, pointing at Frederick's heart, a slight blush on his face, and a distant look in his eyes.

Fritz absorbed his serious tone and a slow blush began to warm his cheeks. "Well, yes. I never was fond of forming relationships with people I didn't care for deeply. The same goes for my late wife, my precious students, my friends, and you."

Gilbert looked at Fritz, his own blush growing hotter as well. 'W-What exactly am I? T-To you...I mean, aren't I student? A...friend?....?' Gilbert wanted to ask the words, more? but they stayed sealed behind his lips as he continued looking at the older man, feeling his heart speed up.

'Uhm...What?' asked Gilbert, feeling happy, but at the same time, shot down. Of course, he's both to the man. Damn him, Gilbert felt a little watery eyed but held back the need to let a single tear fall, feeling confused at the question Fritz asked him. 'And me what?'

"What am I to you, of course," he said easily, wondering if perhaps he was missing something crucial in the dime library light.

'Oh...' Gilbert looked like he was thinking. He didn't want to plain out spill his heart out to the man who was obviously was showing inviting him to open rejection, so he merely shrugged and scratched his cheek looking down at his shoes. 'Special'

Fritz blinked. "Special?" he repeated quizzically, craning his head lower to meet the taller boy's eyes.

'You know, like...a-a friend, mentor thing!' stammered out Gilbert taking a few steps back away from a too close Fritz. 'I mean, you...you listen and don't tease. You understand too...it's nice I guess' answered Gilbert scratching at his silver mane.

Fritz felt very warm at the words, nodding. "Thank you, Gilbert. I'm very happy that I'm special to you." He touched Gilbert's shoulder briefly before turning back to the shelf. "I'm glad you feel that way. You know I'm here for anything you need."

Gilbert grit his teeth, looking down at the ground as his tears slipped down in frustration, giving up and crouching, holding his knees and hiding his head in them.

Fritz took notice and hurriedly fell to his knees, placing his hands on Gilbert's shoulders, eyes brimming with concern. "Gilbert, what's wrong? Is it your foot?"

'Yeah....it hurts a little now' muttered Gilbert, continuing to let the tears soak into his dark pants, not looking up at Fritz, not wanting to show his tears to the older man and merely continuing to hold his knees.

Fritz placed an age-worn hand on Gilbert's cheek, tilting his face upward. He searched deep into those glorious red eyes, thumbs smearing a bit of moisture from his tears. "Gilbert."

Gilbert sniffed and grinned at the man, looking away. 'I should...uh...go to the nurses office, my foot really hurts' he answered, standing up shakily.

Fritz caught his wrist, watching the other from below. "Help me up," he said softly, his hand slipping into Gilbert's.

Gilbert felt a little confused, but helped up the older man with ease. 'You aren't that old...' he said, sniffing again and wiping at his wet red eyes angrily. 'Anyways...my foot' he mumbled dejectedly.

The older man stuck Gilbert's book under one arm and his in the other, briskly walking out of the aisle. "Come along then, I'll escort you to the infirmary."

'Ah!' Gilbert stumbled after the man, eyes wide. 'It's fine! I-I can go by myself y'know? You wanted to check out some books too, I mean...' Gilbert blushed looking at their joined hands. That felt nice, but...why did that sexy old man have to do this? And being forceful only made Gilbert burn hotter than the sun for him.

Fritz smiled at Mr. Germania, the head librarian who swiftly checked out his books and moved them along with a stony stare, and handed Gilbert his book the moment they'd left the library. "If your foot hurts so badly that you shed tears, there's no excuse to stick around a library," he tutted. "And I won't leave you when it was my fault in the first place that you were hurt."

'No it wasn't...I dropped the book' mumbled Gilbert, looking over his shoulder, eyes widening as he saw Mr.Rome, Germania's husband, kissing his wife with vigorous armour.

"It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't taken it out in the first place," the professor insisted, opening the infirmary door. The carpentry teacher, Mr. Oxenstierna, looked up at them from the edge of one of the beds. "H'llo," he greeted, and Fritz answered him properly, turning to Tino. "He's hurt his foot rather badly."

'I heard a story about you gu---Auch!' cried out Gilbert, as he hit his foot on some toy on the ground and tripped. 'Auch, Auch, Auch!' he groaned lifting himself up and checking on his once again hurt foot.

Fritz handed off the books to Berwald and caught Gilbert around the waist, slinging the boy's arm around his shoulders and walking him to a bed. "Don't move around so much," he chastised gently.

'How was I s'sposed to know there was a toy there!?' complained Gilbert, wincing as he was sat on the bed. 'Whose toy is that anyway?' he asked looking at Tino with narrowed red eyes. 'Did you guys finally land a baby? Didn't use a french letter this time right?'

Berwald cleared his throat and looked away, too embarrassed to say anything, peeking glances at his "wife". Fritz tutted him for saying such a thing to two superiors.

'Hey...It's not my fault if they didn't use an Inglish Outerwear and 'sides, it isn't a surprise! I'd just like to be warned so I don't hurt myself anymore!' complained Gilbert, sticking out his lower lip unknowingly.

Fritz sighed, ruffling Gilbert's silver hair and looking at his watch. "My class begins in three minutes. I leave him to you, sir," he said to the school nurse, and turned to Gilbert once more before leaving. "Behave. I know you can," he told the boy softly, smiling and leaning in to give his forehead an affectionate kiss.

He left the large red hardback documentary with Gilbert and made his way to his classroom.

Gilbert looked glassy eyed as Fritz walked away, reaching to touch his forehead and sighing. Before promptly letting out a pained groan and more tears slipping down. He turned on his side, back towards Berwald and Tino, curling up and hugging his book, closing his eyes.

Francis waited until lunch to muster up enough courage to present his dilemma to Alfred. He figured it to be the most opportune time, as they had half an hour or so without prying ears (but people close enough to hear him scream if need be) and Alfred would be in a good food mood. He held his breath, knocking on the American's classroom door to garner his attention.

Alfred looked up from his desk, messily piling his paper and eager to get the hell out of the empty classroom to grab a bite to eat.

'Oh...it's you' he said giving Francis his childish grin. 'What's up? Wanna  do this over lunch? Iggy officially banned me from seeing her at all today cause I sprained her back' he said laughing and messing up his already messy blonde hair.

Francis decided that that would probably be best and nodded. "Oui, let us eat and speak. I have an important matter to discuss." He tried and failed not to think about that last comment.

'Awesome' Alfred grabbed his bag, hefting the heavy looking thing with ease and grinning at Francis, throwing his arm around the other mans shoulder and leading him out of the classroom.

'I'd better be quick and buy my food, huh? Seems like you got a lot of stuff on your mind' answered Alfred as the two handsome blonds walked down the hallway, many girls looking at both longingly. Once they reached the cafeteria, Alfred was quick to buy himself a dozen burgers, walking up to Francis.

'Wanna do this in the gardens? Not a lot of students there' he said smiling.

Francis eyed the burgers warily before agreeing. He walked with Alfred to Gakuen Hetalia's beautiful garden and stood before Alfred, far too nervous to sit.

Alfred was quick to devour one burger, unwrapping the second and looking up at Francis, notinc his nervous demeanor and giving him an encouraging grin. 'Come on then. Spit it out Francis, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?' he asked playfully.

The thought wasn't very encouraging and Francis couldn't even bring himself to laugh nervously. "Alfred, it's about Mateline."

 'What about them?' asked the American in between mouthfuls of food, already on his fifth burger. His blue eyes looked a little worried as he swallowed and looked at Francis.

'Is something wrong? Is Mattie ok? Is it about the dances? Sorry if she stepped on your feet. Iggy had taught to waltz and that didn't end to well and well, I mean, she's my little sister so of course, you know. I' m a hero and all, but not the most graceful dancer I'll admit' answered Alfred looking twice as nervous. Something about Francis seemed...well...off.

He shook his head. "No, she is an excellent dancer, your sister. I wanted to tell you, though, that I have... developed feelings for her." He suppressed a wince, hoping beyond hope that Alfred wouldn't attack first and ask questions later.

Alfred nodded, biting into his burger. 'Oh, ok. You know, I thought it was something bad. Like--' Alfred froze mid-bite, eyes wide before promptly chocking. 'You' he hacked trying to stop his coughing. 'My sister!' he hacked again hitting his chest.

Once he was through choking he stood up, glaring at Francis. 'You have 'developed' feelings for her? What, over a few dance lessons?! Only three?!' he asked angrily hands balling up into fists. He'd heard of Francis' reputation and was ready to attack the older Frenchman if worse comes to worse.

Francis held his ground, a voice niggling in the back of his mind warning him that to do so would probably be a very bad idea. "The feeling have accumulated over a much larger period of time, but I became aware of her own feelings during the lessons, yes."


'Hers?! Mattie has never once told me she's liked you!' cried out Alfred muscles tensed, looking like a coiled snake. He snarled angrily, glaring at Francis. 'You..you fucking...stay away from Mattie!' he cried out reeling his fist back to go and punch Francis.

'Wait!' cried out a soft feminine voice, holding back Alfred's hand, eyes wide.

Francis, who had clenched his jaw in preparation, blinked. "Feliciana? What are you...?"

'I saw you two together...a-and decided to follow' she stammered out, looking at both with her normally cheery face, now set in a scared look. 'A-Alfredo, please...Francis is telling the truth' she said, looking at the blond removed his glasses and rub his eyes with a frustrated groan.

'Francis says he's felt like....that about Mattie for a long time....'

Feliciana looked towards Francis to clarify to Alfred what was going on and such.

He cleared his throat, nodding subtly. "I suppressed, ignored and even denied my feelings for so long because..." He glanced at Feliciana, eyes solemn. "I did not want anyone to suffer again because of my actions."

Feliciana bit her lower lip, flinching as Alfred finally punched Francis, glaring down at the man for a moment, before letting his shoulders slump. 'I knew it...Mattie always looked so god, damned, happy with you...I just pretended I didn't know....was happy when you were with Seychelles....what happened with her anyways? Did you...officially end it?'

Francis gingerly brought a hand to his jaw, which he knew would have a lovely purple bruise to accompany the pain come morning. "... Oui," he answered quietly. "Before coming to you."

Alfred hissed looking away, and Feliciana looked down at her shoes, praying the other wasn't to going to attack Francis again, looking up when she heard Alfred sigh.

'Get up.' he murmured reaching a hand out for Francis to grab, hefting him up and glaring at him weakly. 'You...t-take...be careful with Mattie....because I swear to god, I'll kill you. No sex. Not until she's graduated and if you guys are getting married' he said looking at the ground.

'Oh, Alfredo!' cried out Feliciana, hugging Alfred from behind happily.

Francis watched him, perplexed and somewhat exhilarated. "Mon ami, I have yet to even discuss the possibility with her. You need not worry; I shan't soil your sister." He kissed the man on both cheeks, smiling at Feliciana.

Feliciana looked up at him, for a moment, a longing in her eyes, but it went away as quickly as it was seen, replaced by childish, and earnest joy. Alfred nodded, grimacing and giving the man a kiss on each cheek as well, as a sign that he was fine with what was transpiring.

'Iggy knew...huh?' he looked over at Feliciana, who buried her head into his back shyly and nodded, making the man groan. 'Daaaaamn....whatever....hey....where's Mattie anyways Feliciana?' he asked tiredly.

'Making out with Gilbert' she answered with a smile, before letting out a coquettish 'Oh!'

Alfred looked like a ghost.

Francis paled as well. " Pardonnez-moi? " he asked lowly, placing a suddenly very cold hand upon Feliciana's shoulder.

Feliciana bit her lower lip, smacking her forehead. 'Dummy! Of course...that why I was looking for you originally, Gilbert and Matea were talking...and suddenly she bursts into tears and he comforts her and one thing lead to another, I spotted them, and when I saw that their kissing was getting very heated, I came to look....oh my!' she blushed realizing something. 'They-They may be a little further now!' she said hopping from one leg to another nervously.

Francis clenched his aching jaw, allowing a frown to mar his handsome face. He had always been so sure that his best friend was head over heels for that history professor he went on about like a love-stuck teenage girl. Now this? He wanted to do something, anything, but it wasn't his right. He had no real claim to her. What could he do?

The American looked speechlessly at the girl, trying to get the words out, tears filling up his eyes. What the hell did he do wrong?! Did Iggy really curse him!?!?

'I think I heard them say that...they were going to lick each-others wounds? That's how Gilbo put it when Matea asked if they were a pair of sluts' answered Feliciana twitching. 'I-I'm going to stop them!' she cried out frustrated but then tripped. 'Oooow! No I'm not! One of you two do it! Francis!' she looked at him pleading as she rubbed her sprained ankle.

He swallowed, glancing from Alfred to Feliciana and back. "Where are they?" he asked thickly, ready to run.

'The-The chemistry lab~' she said, squealing as Alfred lifted her up to take her to the nurses office. 'Please hurry~!'

Francis made perhaps the most graceful mad dash in the history of the universe, striding toward the chemistry lab on spry, agile feet. Once at the door, his breathing was erratic from adrenaline and he shoved the door open. "My my, enfantes; what have I told you about public displays of affection?"

'F-Francis!' cried out Gilbert, who was just unzipping his pants, shirt off and tie hanging loosely from his neck where several still wet love-bites were on, beneath him on a desk was an equally frozen Mateline, cheeks flushed, hair mused, and her shirt open, showing pink bras that were pushed up to show her breasts and her skirt pushed up to show her matching panties, one shoe on and the other off. Gilbert cursed picking his jacket up and throwing it over Mateline, who shakily wrapped it around herself eyes still wide.

Francis turned hard eyes on the two of them. "For shame," he said, a glint of cold fire sparking in his eyes. "You should have done better not to be caught."

"Monsieur Bonnefoy," came a calmer tone from behind him, opening the nearly closed doorway, "I saw you rushing here in a hurry. Is everything all--" Professor Fritz's tongue froze in his mouth at the sight before him, eyes wide. "Gilbert..?"

Gilbert shook spotting his crush, turning to look down, eyes still wide and Mateline felt herself sit up, gently cupping the boys face and tilting it up, giving him a shaky smile.

'Gilbert...didn't start anything.....I did...I did everything' she said, looking over at Francis, as if daring him to try and taunt them anymore. They were already humiliated enough, why put more salt on their already infected wounds. She looked at Fritz with pleading eyes.

'Gilbert's a man, he-he wouldn't be able to resist, regardless. We aren't even spoken for professor, and we didn't think we'd be caught, we assumed everyone was at lunch or in class' she stated, her voice ringing clearly, even though inside she was just as shaken as Gilbert.

Fritz looked lost and turned to Francis, hand clenching the doorknob. ".. I... I'll leave you to it, Monsieur," he said quietly, and closed the door as fast as he could to retreat. He didn't know why, but the sight had unsettled him immensely. Francis looked at the door, and then at Gilbert, jaw tight. "You do not need to be spoken for, Mr. Weilschmidt," he said, his tone authoritative and firm in a way he never used it.

'Sh--' Mateline daintily placed her hand on Gilbert's mouth, silencing him, slipping his coat off, fixing her bra, and buttoning up her shirt and tucking it under her skirt, standing and fixing her skirt, slipping on her lost shoe, picking up Gilbert shirt and placing it on him, fixing him up as well, patting his cheek. 'I...will talk with Professor Fritz...' she said softly, and Gilbert nodded, though he looked down shaking more.

Brushing past Francis and flipping her blond hair at him. 'Enough' she hissed softly, 'Be angry at me, not at Gilbert' and with that she went to find the older professor, leaving Gilbert with Francis. 'So...what you angry? Because she came to me?' asked Gilbert, looking up at Francis tiredly. 'Cause you know what....it's fucking unfair to wait for someone who obviously; or at least seems to, not have an interest in you' mumbled Gilbert, walking up to Francis, before looking down. 'Go ahead....I can tell you want to punch the fuck out of me...'

Mateline spotted Fritz and walked up behind him, shyly tapping his shoulder. 'Sir, please, listen' she begged him with a shaky voice. Her lips still kiss swollen. 'What happened in there....please let me talk to you.'

Francis regarded him detachedly. "I don't hit children, " he answered, his recently-abused jaw throbbing. "Do not refute me; only a child would allow himself to be seen in such a compromising position by the one he loves. Only a child would think he'd find solace in the arms of someone who was not that beloved person. Did you think it would take the pain and frustration away?" he nearly hissed, planting his palms on the desk to control himself. "Because it won't and it never will. There is only one." It was something he had learned the hard way, he himself just having realized if recently. "And you would have hurt Mateline in the process, you selfish boy." Another lesson he'd been taught. Painfully.

Fritz forced himself to meet her eyes. "There is nothing to explain. You have no reason to come to me looking so apologetic, Ms. Williams." The sight of those swollen lips sent a painful jolt through his heart and he had to look away.

'Please listen' she begged him, looking at him, willing the man to look at her and hiccuping as she felt slight tears fall down her eyes. 'Gilbert wasn't kissing me in there. Just like I wasn't kissing Gilbert in there. We were kissing different people.' she told him honestly, rubbing at her damp eyes. 'He...he and I....we were using each other. I know he was thinking of..,and please, forgive me for telling you. He was thinking of you' she said clasping her hands to her chest shaking a little.

Gilbert looked angrily at the other clenching his own fists. 'Like you're one to talk you fucker. At least Mateline and I KNEW we didn't like each other, and we weren't seriously kissing or fucking each other either. Wanna know whose name she was moaning!? Yours' he jabbed his finger into Francis' chest angrily. 'Your name, your face, your fucking touch' he growled out.

Francis grabbed his wrist, exerting a force that could make one remember his past, his massive strength and influence before Jeanne, before the calm. "It was not my touch if they were not my hands doing the touching," he said, his accent accumulating in thickness as his calm was chipped away. "Grow up, Gilbert, and learn to assert yourself where it counts the most."

Fritz shook his head vehemently. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, dear. I... in any case, I have a class to teach very soon, so I hope you'll excuse me..."

'What about you?! If you want to touch her that badly, you should have done it when you were both happy and when she was obviously trying to prove she was a woman worthy of you' he spat out, yanking his own wrist back and bristling, ready for a fight.

'Sir Fritz, please! Look at me!' she commanded eyes red. She sniffled more. 'He likes you so much. I know it was cruel of us to do those things, but please, don't hold it against Gilbert!'

"Gilbert," Francis began, and slowly his tense form loosened, his fierce expression softening just slightly. "Do you hear yourself? Have you not experienced that same thing with your dearest Monsieur Fritz?" He held his hands palm-up in surrender. "I understand your frustration and anger. I understand your hurt. But don't you think that perhaps right now, someone else you care for deeply is hurting much more?"

Fritz turned, his voice quiet but insistent. "I could never blame him," he said, looking at her slowly. "Please don't fret, dear. And excuse me." He walked briskly to his classroom, distracting himself to the best of his ability with the papers on his desk.

Gilbert slumped and laid his head on Francis' chest shaking a little. 'Ain't that the same thing for you? Mateline's hurting for you too....I'm sorry Francis...I didn't mean to go that far, we were only kissing. I just....wanted Fritz so fucking bad and....'

'Sir Fritz, please. I know you're hurt, stop pretending you aren't. I saw how you looked when you saw Gilber and me. I know that look. I've felt it too' she told the man softly, closing his classroom door to give them privacy. 'I know the pain of liking someone and seeing them with someone else. I'm sorry, I did such a miserable thing to you' she told him softly.

Francis wrapped his arms around his friend, the smile on his face one of empathy. "Then perhaps you should make things right with him. He is an excellent home for all of your desire." The gentleman in question regarded Mateline guardedly. "Your apology is accepted. I do not know what else to say to you."

'Francis, come on' answered Gilbert, tugging on the man's shirt childishly, like when they had first met. 'Let's go look for them. You have to talk to Mattie anyways' he told the older man, looking at him. 'I'm sorry. I was wrong' he told the other. Meanwhile, Mateline sighed and laid a hand shyly on the man's shoulder, looking up at him. 'His kiss...was meant for you.' she told the older man, leaning forward to give him a small kiss. 'I stole them, and I'm sorry' she told the man looking down.

Francis nodded, smiling a little. He followed Gilbert to Fritz's room in time to see the elder through the door's window face Mateline, his features tense and cheeks scarlet. "Please, don't say anymore," he told her quietly. "I... don't know how to think about this."

'Gilbert likes you a lot' she told him, spotting Francis and Gilbert, smiling at the older man and looking down, pulling her hand away. 'But I'm not the one who should be telling you' she nodded to Gilbert, who shakily entered the room, looking at Fritz wide-eyed. 'H-Hey..old...I mean...Fritz' stammered out the albino boy, watching weakly as Mateline walked out of the room.

Francis watched the scene from behind the door and through the window; now that his adrenaline levels were down, he wasn't sure how to face Mateline. He kept his eyes glued inside as Fritz opened his mouth to greet the other, his voice coming out strained and weak. "S-sorry, I'm a little busy at the moment, Gilbert. Papers to grade and... and grades to log and.."

'....I don't care about that. You have to hear me out Frederick Fritz' stammered out Gilbert, looking determined. 'I like you. More than a teacher. More than a friend. I really like you. As in I want to kiss you, undress you and then kiss you all over. I want to touch you like you touched your late-wife. I want to love you like that!' cried out the Albino, panting and shaking as he looked down. ' I really...'

Mateline bit her lower lip, arms clasped to her chest, and holding her breathe. 'Oh please, give Gilbert that chance' she begged softly.

Fritz watched him with wide, stunned eyes, his lips parted in surprise. To hear this from a young lady who'd been kissing him just moments before was one thing. But to hear it from Gilbert himself was more than he could process. "Gilbert, you... when? W-why?"

Gilbert looked up at him and smiled shakily, and though it looked more like a smirk, it was about as close to smile as the poor nervous boy was going to get. 'For a while now. Ok? That's why....at the library, I had been asking you...all those things'

"Oh," Fritz replied quietly, looking down at his trembling hands. "That, ah... makes it clearer." He cleared his throat, pink from his nose to his ears. "I'm... I'm not a terribly young, spry thing anymore, Gilbert," he confessed quietly.

Gilbert perked up, and reached a hand out to clasp one of Fritz, tugging it towards himself and giving the man's knuckles a kiss. 'I love you. I don't need you to be a young, spry thing. Which by the way, what does 'spry' mean? Is it something old people use to describe themselves?' he asked smiling at the older man.

Fritz steadied himself with a hand on Gilbert's shoulder. "It's, um... i-it's..." His mind was fuzzy and blank and he watched Gilbert, his fingers twitching at the kiss. Tingles ran up his arm. "Virile," he blurted, "energetic."

Gilbert smiled up at him, kissing every knuckle again and pulling the older man closer. 'You won't have to worry about being...virile, whatever that is. Energetic? I have more than enough energy for the both of us...if you want an 'us' that is.' mumbled Gilbert, hugging Fritz close.

Fritz allowed himself to bury his face in the crook of Gilbert's smooth, pale neck, clenching the material of Gilbert's shirt in his fists. "What are you saying?" he murmured. "When have I ever been capable of denying you?"

Gilbert gripped Fritz tightly, tilting the man's head and giving him a deep kiss, pulling away and panting a little. 'You...don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you' he mumbled smiling. Mateline relaxed, sighing happily and turning away from the intimate scene, feeling relieved. 'Oh..I'm so happy for them' she whispered to herself, turning to look at Francis in the eye. 'So...we still have to talk, don't we?' she asked sighing. 'I'm sorry you saw me in that position. Especially with someone who was your friend. It was unprofessional of me and him to be doing  such things, forgive me Monsieur Bonnefoy' she said softly, bowing to the man.

He swept the empty hall with his eyes and leaned over, sliding his hand behind her neck and pressing his lips against hers in one fluid motion.

"We need not speak if you don't want to," he said against her lips.

'Ah, Monsieur Bonnefoy!' squealed Mateline blushing, and trying to pull away, eyes wide and feeling embarrassed. 'W-Why would you do such a thing?!' she asked confused, hands reaching to push weakly at the man's chest.