You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh, you wound me! You will not accept this simple rose? How cruel of you."
"Cut it out, Francis..." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Seriously, this man was just way too dramatic for his own good. He really needed an award for it or something.
"How can I 'cut it out' when my darling refuses to accept my love?" he asked, closing his eyes and turning away from you, still being dramatic.
"That is fine, ma cher! I know when I am not wanted," Francis sighed and with a sad huff, he walked away from you. He stopped at the door, turned to glance at you again with a pout. You raised an eyebrow and at the motion, the French nation turned away dramatically and stalked away, saying something about his heart had been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, completely irreparable. You shook your head with an amused smile and gathered up your paperwork and decided that these people were just too much to handle.
How you managed to cope with them on a daily basis was beyond you.
Of course, that wasn't the last time you would hear from Francis. Ignoring the fact that you saw him most of the time for the meetings, he seemed to being hanging around you during his free time too. Now don't misunderstand, the guy was lovely, he really was. Sure he was perverted and sometimes too dramatic for his own good but he was actually a nice guy. You did admit to yourself that you liked abusing England with him, just because it was fun and their fights amused you to no end.
Francis' advances continued, even though you had rejected him a million times before. You couldn't help but wonder if he was actually interested or if he just wanted someone to fuck for the night, then drop you completely. Of course, you did think that Francis was attractive but you knew that he knew he was too.
The advances started again when the two of you were taking a walk in the park. At first it was nothing more than smile or a wink, but then he attempted to wrap an arm around your waist, or hold your hand. He would tell you that you looked beautiful in the early evening sun and what confused you the most was that he looked serious and sincere- like he actually meant it.
"Okay Francis, what the hell is your problem?" You asked and stopped in your tracks after he had attempted to hold your hand for the third time. The French nation stopped next to you and sighed, running a hand through his soft blond hair. He looked at you and paused for a moment, as though he was trying to find the right words.
"Cherie, I have tried and tried and you still don't understand," he began and chuckled a little. "I like you a lot."
You frowned, "Sure, and I bet once you've gotten what you want you'll just dump me like everyone else."
"Ah, I can see what you would think that," Francis said and smiled, "And I don't blame you, ma cherie, I really don't. I... have not helped myself in this situation, have I?"
"Not really, no..."
"[Name]," Francis stepped forward and took your hand in his own. Still untrusting, you attempted to pull your hand away but he held on tight, refusing to let you leave. "[Name], believe me..."
"I want to..." You blushed a little, knowing that this may have just proved to him that you did in fact like him back. You looked away and Francis tugged on your hand, pulling you a little closer.
"[Name]... I have tried so hard... just give me a chance..."
You paused and considered it. It was true that you liked him too... it was just, this was Francis and many of your friends had told you stories and you knew they were true. But... what did it matter what they told you? You wanted to believe him, you really did. So why not?
"I don't want to get hurt..." You said and glanced up to meet his gaze. Francis nodded, understanding why you would feel this way and he replied, "I will not hurt you, that I promise."
"Then... maybe... maybe we could try... I guess. Take it slow?"
"Oui... for you, I will do just that..." Francis nodded and pulled you a little closer again and placed a small kiss on your head. You smiled.
Maybe everything would work out after all. You would just have to trust him.