[Name] was walking home after a long night of partying with her friends, and no she wasn't drunk she was sober. She had a few glasses of wine but that wasn't the point, she was walking home from Alfreds party he threw. But just as she was about to call a cab she saw a distant figure who was stumbling around and almost falling onto the road.
"Awh zey left moi again....oh *hic* how am I going to get home zis time?", the figure mumbled leaning against the pole
"Francy pants is that you?", [Name] went over to check on the figure, thinking it was one of her friends
"ohh~ [Name] is zat you oh how nice~ honhonhon", he hugged her around the waste and snuggled into her
"Y-yeah its me...you're drunk aren't you?", she asked blushing slightly
"Oui~ but zats *hic* okay right?", he asked snuggling into your side
"....a-al-alright come on you can home with me", She said pulling Francis up and pulling him along
"merci mon amour", he whispered in her ear and stubbled
"Alright, now come on", you chuckled pushing him away slightly
Everyone knew Francis as this big pervert but you knew he was just being himself, which you admired very much about him. After all he was your best friend, along with the Spaniard and Prusssian.
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"Francy pants...no this way", [Name] laughed pulling him to the couch
"Ahh but I wanted to sleep with youuu~", he chuckled stumbling over to you
"Non Francy Pants you have to sleep by yourself~"
"Awwh but I'll get lonely can't we sleep just a *hic* little together
".......hmmm I dunno"
"Fine but just until you pass out", she said flopping on the couch
Francis smirked and layed beside you snuggling into your chest feeling your warm skin, making you blush madly but wrap your arms around him. It wasn't to bad for you but you knew it was wrong for him to be so close like that.
"Francy pants c-come on go to sleep", You scoffed trying to get him to get back
"But I can't mon amour sleeping so close to you, I still want you hear you voice", he smiled whispering
Your blush just continued to grow as he whispered those words to you. Trying to figure out a way to get him to go to sleep, you started humming a bit. Francis relaxed to your words, they were calm and beautiful, he loved your singing, heck he loved you. And it wasn't like those other "loves", this time he ment it. He wanted to call you his. But he soon drifted off to sleep from your singing, and you were still awake.
"He's so cute when he sleeps", you giggled quietly moving some of his blonde hair out of his face and kissed his head softly.
"hmm......[Name]", he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, he was having a dream about you.
"Francis....are you....dreaming of me?", you mumbled trying to keep a deeper blush from spreading across your face even more.
He had moved you around and was now holding you in his arms to where you couldn't get up, so now you were sitting there unable to move. Little did you know he had woke up when you mumbled those words, because well lets face it. It was a rather loud mumble. He leaned down next to you and kissed you on the lips, you were shocked because well he was awake and he was kissing you.
"Je t'aime, mon cher", he said between kisses
"I....love....you....to", you barely got out between your kisses
It was a good thing when he woke up the next morning, being drunk didn't make him forget what he had done and said last night. How could he forget the one he loved.