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 VIII: Romancing

"I wanted to," he said matter--of-factly, as if surprised she would ask such a thing. "I heard something interesting from Gilbert about your earlier actions."

'I-It doesn't matter! Y-You have a girlfriend, an-and you never even noticed me while I was trying' cried out Mateline softly, face flushed in shame, tears leaking down her cheeks. 'I always tried so hard for you to look my way, dressed nice, studied hard...I would...I would try so hard!' she sniffled. 'Never once....you always played around. Why would that change?' she asked, more to herself than the other.

Francis cradled her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the drops of hurt away. "I can't be certain, but I think you are to blame," he murmured, eyes soft. "I'm not taken, cher."

He chuckled. "Or rather, I'm quite taken. I'm just not currently spoken for."

Mateline looked up at Francis, sniffling and looking at the man nervously, biting her lower lip. 'M-Monsieur Bonnefoy...' she stammered out softly, seeming a little lost.

"Mateline--" he began, but then the bell to signal the end of lunch rang and he frowned. Releasing the girl from his hold, he kissed her forehead. "You and I have an appointment at the heart of the maze tonight," he said, stepping back to a respectable distance. "I expect to see you there promptly on time." He glanced through the door's window and opened it. "Gilbert, heads up. Monsieur Fritz's students are visible down the hall."

Gilbert jumped away from Fritz's very delectable lips, clearing his throat and kissing the man softly again before waving the man good bye. Gilbert approached Francis, looking at him and then at a confused, if not embarrassed Mateline, giving the man a crooked smile. 'Let's go Mattie' he told the girl, grabbing her hand. Nodding, Mateline looked over her shoulder at Francis, looking nervous and at the same time, slightly hopeful , before following Gilbert.

Alfred jogged up to the man just in time, on his way to his own class. 'Hey, how far did you catch them?' he asked panting, dying about his sister.

Francis watched them go with a bit of a smile. "Feliciana was exaggerating," he said. "They were only talking, mon ami. All is well. Shall we go teach our bright and shining stars then?"

Alfred let out a whimpering sigh of joy, hugging Francis. 'Yeah, let's go, and by the way....I'll kill you if you touch Mattie anywhere inappropriate' he warned Francis grinning.

Francis laughed airily, never promising a thing.

Mateline felt nervous, walking down the school's maze, pulling a fuzzy pink sweater close. Feliciana had insisted in dressing her nicely. A cute pink thin summer dress, and a matching summer hat, with three tiny little flowers on the side. She wore a pair of straw sandals, deftly walking into the heart of the Garden's maze, looking around, situating herself on the very same bench she had told Francis such cruel things. Sighing, she played with her pigtailed hair, biting her lower lip nervously.

Francis peeked around the hedge and made a disappointed face. "No matter how I rush, I am always late compared to you," he sighed, strolling into the clearing. His hair was tied back with a blue ribbon, a few thin strands caressing his face in the gentle breeze. He wore his lavender dress shirt as casually as one would pajamas, his dark jeans tight against his long legs. "I do not understand how you are so punctual after being raised by that brother of yours."

'It's because Alfred is my brother, that I learned to be punctual' answered Mateline, standing as she spotted him, looking at the man, the wind making her hair sway as well as her dress. She looked at the man, and clasped her hands in front of herself, looking anxious. 'Monsieur Bonnefoy...' she stammered, looking around before settling her eyes on the man again.

He cocked his head slightly to the left, smiling invitingly. "Oui, Mademoiselle?" She looked so cute like that. Perhaps the only color that would be more beautiful on her than pink was violet, something to bring out her lovely eyes.

'Why did you call me here?' she asked softly, sighing softly, blinking her eyes slightly and rubbing at them. 'Oh..my allergies are acting up' she whispered, slipping off her contacts and instead replacing them with glasses that matched Alfred's own stylish ones.

Francis stepped closer, extending his hand toward her. "It's our dance lesson, my dear. Would you not have come regardless?"

'I would have' she answered, gracefully accepting his hand, placing the other on his shoulder, assuming her position, looking at the man. 'The dance is soon' she said, closing her eyes. 'I hope I can dance well by then'

"I will make sure of it," he murmured confidently in her ear, counting off the beats to engage the dance. Once they were well into

Mateline shivered a little and laid her head on his left shoulder, twirling around with him, with an ease that not many could acquire in just a few lessons, spinning out of his grasp for a moment and bowing to no one in particular, coming back into his grasp.

"Mateline," he said, breaking the silence and spinning her once more, "I have a proposition for you." The Frenchman pulled her ever closer, his chest flush against hers before she could regain her balance after being spun so quickly.

'Ah!' gasped Mateline, being pressed so close to the older man, looking up at him with curious amethyst eyes, hands shakily reaching tow wrap around his neck as they twirled around, still pressed intimately close.

He leaned closer to her ear, murmuring, 'Soyez mon amoureux," in the softest voice he knew, kissing the tender skin beneath that ear and breathing her in. She smelled genuinely sweet, like she'd bathed in maple syrup and washed it out of her hair with honeysuckle shampoo.

Mateline quivered in his grasp, giving a tiny moan at the tiny kiss, face flushing along with her neck at the words. She felt her body warm up and got a little dizzy from the very masculine cologne and natural scent of Francis. 'J'aimerais bien être' she whispered without thinking, clinging to the man.

"Je voudrais que vous soyez," he chuckled, his movements slowing. He slipped an arm around her waist and steadied her. "Quelle est votre réponse?"

'What?' she asked confused for a moment, looking up at the man, wide eyed straightening up in his grasp. 'Que avez-vous dit juste?'

He stilled his feet, bringing the dance to a close. Francis took her hands from his shoulders and held them in his own, expression sobering. "Serez-vous mon amoureux?" he asked.

'O-Oui...Je veux ... d'être ton amant ....' she stammered out, face red, looking at Francis wide eyed, before biting her lower lip nervously. She threw caution to the wind after a moment, and kissed the French man, fingers snaking between Francis' own.

Francis dedicated himself to the action immediately, always happy to meet the lips of someone dear. His thumbs stroked the back of her knuckles slowly and he allowed his head to tilt marginally, taking her in at an angle that would not hinder her glasses.

Pulling away Mateline flushed and averted her gaze instead to their tangled hands, heart racing and feeling the wind pick up a little. 'B-But...what about...?' she stopped her sentence, looking nervously around. 'What if...you don't like me...that way that is' asked Mateline, feeling a little dazed. The man of her dreams since the start of high-school was asking to her to be his lover. She didn't want this to just be a cruel joke, or a dream

"I don't think that will prove true," he said, smiling a little. "I don't believe I would feel right about this if there was any doubt in my mind that I want you." He touched her hot cheek, leaning over to kiss it.

She tilted her face to catch his lips instead, blushing prettily as she reached a hand to shakily trace one side of his face, opening lovely Amethyst eyes to look at Francis' own beautiful blue eyes. Eyes which she'd often caught herself admiring during her first year. She always got caught by Francis, and that alone had often made the Canadian blush with shame. Admiring a teacher was wrong, but now there she was, kissing her teacher.

He laid his hand over hers, a rather calm smile on his lips as he moved them against hers in the rather romantic light of the moon amongst a maze of rosebushes.

Mateline pulled away, looking at the man shyly. 'I...I still have those cookies you gave me. I wanted to tell you...I'm sorry..Monsieur Bonnefoy' she whispered softly, looking up at him. 'I-I felt terrible after what I had said and I' she continued to babble shivering a little from her nerves.

He trailed his lips along her jaw, chuckling a little. "What a terrible thing to do, accept a man's cookies and not eat them," he teasingly chastised.

She shivered, one hand tangling into Francis' soft wavy locks, allowing his lips to trail over her, feeling as he left pleasant tingles on the skin, giggling as the stubble on his chin brushed against her skin, it being as soft as his hair. 'Ah~ I'm sorry Monsieur Bonnefoy' she breathed out, flushing down to her shoulders.

He took her soft earlobe between his teeth for a moment, relishing in the heat radiating from her body. "You'll just have to eat them later," he answered.

'Mm~ I-I promise' she whispered, breath hitching as she shivered more, her other hand trailing down Francis' back still around his shoulder .

Francis kissed her cheek as he straightened up, and her lips shortly thereafter. "I promised your brother I'd be a gentleman, so I'd better stop while I'm ahead," he said with a laugh.

'Y-You told big brother?' she asked fixing herself, cheeks still pink. Then she noticed the bruise on his chin and smiled, reaching to gently touch the bruise, kissing it. 'I'm sorry Monsieur Bonnefoy' she said softly.

"You keep apologizing," he noted, touching her hand, "but it is all for love, oui?" He caught her lips in a brief but slow kiss. "He gave his blessing."

'He did? Big Brother must like you' she said, her fading blush returning, giving him a shy peck. 'Mmm...oh, it's midnight; she noticed, looking at the schools clock-tower. 'I guess, I should be going back in?' she asked softly, looking at Francis, awaiting for another kiss, hoping the man would initiate it.

He chuckled and pressed his lips against hers, inn acquiescence. "I believe so," he answered, kissing her again and again. "Shall I walk you back, or is that too risky?"

'I-I don't mind' she said, taking his hand in hers, smiling dreamily. 'F-Francis~' she stammered out his name shyly. 'Thank you...for giving me a chance' she told him softly.

He shook his head, the golden strands catching the moonlight. "Non, cher, thank you for accepting an old man's request." He slipped his fingers between hers and led her from the center of the maze.

Mateline giggled a little and followed him. 'You aren't old at all Francis' she told him, shaking her head. 'We're not that far in age' she said hugging Francis' arm close to her breasts.

He squeezed her fingers, rounding a dark leafy corner. "I was three years into gradeschool when you were born," he said, his eyebrows lifting. "Or perhaps as long as it is within a decade, it is 'not so far in age'? You children today..." he sighed, smiling.

'Oh hush. You're young enough not to be old' she told him giggling and and shivering  as they entered the dark school building silently.

He stopped by his classroom momentarily to grab a folder of tests to grade, closing and locking the door behind him as he left. "I'll walk you to your dorm," he said, wondering if the younger woman was as tired as he.

Mateline nodded, slipping her glasses off for a moment to rub at her eyes. 'Mmmhmm. Thank you' she told the man softly, her sandals barely making any noise as they padded their way towards the girls dorms.

Francis held her hand all the way to her room and kissed her chastely outside her door. "Goodnight, Mateline," he said quietly so as not to disturb the floor's other patrons.

Mateline nodded, looking at him dreamily, leaning in to give the man another kiss. 'Goodnight Francis, I hope you have sweet dreams' she told the man gently, smiling another kind of smile in the darkness, slowly closing her dorm door and locking it, sighing and walking towards her room, slipping out of her dress and crawling under her covers, for once sleeping like Feliciana, in her underwear.