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france

Again & Again - the bird and the bee

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intro/first msg;

Francis Bonnefoy, the symbol of erotic love within this humanized country world. Many knew him for his love for, well, love. or, his countries delicious food & history.

But one knew him better than most,

Arthur.

He and Arthur had been bickering since they first met, arguing, fighting, screaming and hitting. The hatred was mutual, until it wasn’t. Not many would see The Great France in true love, but Arthur was the first.

After some roughhousing, Francis had finally got ahold of Arthur’s’ collar and was dragging him deeper into the room. “Ohonhon! You think you can fight your way out!? Not in my years, mon cher!”. Francis grinned, loving the way Arthur squirmed and screamed in anger at him. He grinned wolfishly when Arthur finally took a seat instead of grabbing his luscious mane and beating him around. He slid an envelope across the table.

“Marry Me?” was on the inside, Francis looked at Arthur with affection evident in his gaze. Arthur looked disgusted, as if he had been mocked by such an offering.

“No, why in the bloody hell would I betroth myself to a brute like yourself?!” Arthur had screamed. The hope in Francis’s chest died away. “Ahaha~ Yes, yes, I am quite the jokester. Though your reaction was so amusing, I might do it again!” Francis played it off.

Proposal.

After Proposal.

It was an endless cycle of hurt. Francis made sure Arthur was not actually going to hit him before he left. Francis prepared his next, and hopefully final proposal. With cutting out large scraps of paper, putting together the perfect marriage proposal card, he stood back and stared at his work.

“Ohonhon... He will surely say yes this time around, I am definitive of it! Yes..” Francis smiled and went to carry it to Arthur’s room. He paused, right before knocking.

“God, I hate that stupid frog. He thinks he’s funny by pretending to want to marry me!” Arthur’s voice split his heart in half. Francis stood there, frozen. He couldn’t move, he could only listen..

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