Hetalia One-Shots!

England x France College AU

It was a normal day for the Brit.

It was England, so of course it was raining. The rain made him want to get to his dorm ASAP despite the fact that he hated his roommate.

Francis Bonnefoy. Art major and minoring in Culinary Arts. As you probably guessed, he's French. He came to England to study for some unknown reason.

Arthur had actually known the French man before college, they were what you might call lifetime rivals.

Anyway, Arthur reached his dorm and entered without waiting to see if Francis was already there. But of course he was.

Francis had long wavy gold hair, flawless pale skin, a bit of a stubble and lilac eyes. Arthur thought he was annoyingly handsome... wait no. Arthur never thought that.

Francis gave him a dashing smile. "Bonjour, mon amour, welcome home."

Arthur scowled, setting down his drenched school bag.

Francis sighed. "You know what amour means, non?"

Arthur shook his head. "Probably something stupid. I'm going to dry my hair."

He walked off.

Arthur really didn't know how Francis felt.

Francis made dinner that night. Every night actually, Arthur was a global health hazard in the kitchen.

Arthur sat down, devouring his food very un-gentlemanly.

Francis frowned. "Lots of homework again?"

Arthur nodded.

"How is your book coming along?"

Arthur froze. "I'm a bit stuck at the moment, but it's fine."

"Do you need help?"

Arthur was shocked that he asked. "E-em, no, I'm fine, old chap."

Francis grabbed his hand. "You know I'd do anything for you, non?"

A strong blush made it's way onto Arthur's pale face. "W-w-what?"

Francis pulled him close. "I would because I love you, mon amour."

Arthur's face was on fire, before promptly passing out.

(Time-skip to the morning)

Arthur opened his eyes. He looked around, cursing under his breath.

"It was just a bloody dream." He murmured grumpily.

He got up and made himself look presentable, walking past Francis, who was asleep on the couch.

Arthur's first class started in thirty minutes, so he left the dorm.

He was so disappointed, why though? Did he really want Francis to love him like that?

No, there was no reason to want that! Unless- NO, Arthur don't think about such things, just go to class.

(Time-skip to Artie's return to the dorm!)

Arthur got back from his last class, he noticed that the sun was setting, it really was beautiful.

He quietly entered the dorm to see Francis sitting on the couch, painting on a large canvas in front of him.

He smiled at Artie, making the Brit blush profusely.

"Salut, amor!" Francis said happily, returning to his painting.

"Francis, you know I can't speak French."

"Exactly." Fran chuckled.

Arthur didn't understand, so he changed the subject. 

"Um... so what are you painting?"

Francis gazed at the painting fondly.

"Mon amour." He responded, his cheeks dusted with blush.

"... What?"

Francis turned around the canvas, revealing a very realistic painting of a blond man with pale skin, giant eyebrows and brilliant green eyes.

"Mon amour, it means my love."

Arthur stood there, unable to process the words.

"Mon, amour, I meant what I said last night. I love you with all my heart. Please let me make you happy."

Tears poured from those green eyes Francis so adored.

"Francis... I-I love you too."