[Axis Powers Hetalia, France/Seychelles: A Little Piece of You (4/?): Dedication]
This oneshot is the fourth in a multi-part collection called " A Little Piece of You" focusing on couples and an item of clothing shared between the two.
Title: A Little Piece of You (4/?): Dedication
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: France/Seychelles
Word Count: 1,695
Summary: [Gakuen AU] She opened her door with a start, noticing not only a very tall girl in front of her but blonde, not brown hair. And, now that she looked closer, there was something a bit off about how the uniform fit this girl’s body…
She just knew it had to be somewhere! But it wasn’t in her closet, or the bathroom, or under her bed or anywhere else she looked.
Seychelles huffed, her bangs fluttering against her forehead as she did so.
“Where is it?”
She considered reporting it stolen or lost, but Seychelles could just imagine England’s haughty face if she did so. Asking her, “Are you quite certain you haven’t misplaced it?”
With another huff, she flopped back onto her bed. “Eyebrow bastard won’t be an ounce of help. I’m just doomed…”
Staring at the ceiling, she sighed, her thoughts already running through all the bad things that were to come of this. Great, if I can’t find my uniform, I’ll have to wear my sundress to class and I’ll get strange looks. Rolling on her side, she picked up her pillow and clutched it over her head. I wish I was back home eating oysters. Stupid missing uniform. Stupid Student Council President. Stupid…
A knock sounded on her door at that and she sat up, blinking owlishly at her bedside clock. It was late- which meant it had to be Hungary, since boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ wing this late at night. With a tiny wisp of a hope that her friend had found the missing uniform and had come to return it, Seychelles padded over to the door.
“Just a second!” She called out as the knock sounded again.
She opened her door with a start, noticing not only a very tall girl in front of her but blonde, not brown hair. And, now that she looked closer, there was something a bit off about how the uniform fit this girl’s body…
“Bonsoir, ma chérie.”
“Fra--”
Her yell was silenced as the ‘girl’s’ hand pressed over her lips. “Un moment, s'il vous plait.”
The whispered French she took as a sign that this was to be between only them and she nodded, letting the door close. As the latch clasped with a ‘click’ she turned to the visitor.
“France?”
“Oui?” He smiled through maroon lipstick and fluttered his mascaraed eyelashes, a glimmer of lavender eyeshadow catching Seychelles’s eye. And she was quite certain, he’d even curled his hair a bit.
But all that was pushed aside by one singular thought. With narrowed eyebrows and hands on her hips, she queried.
“France, is that my uniform?”
He gave a little twirl, letting the skirt fly up unashamedly. “I do believe it makes my thighs look fat, don’t you think?”
Once he came to a standstill again, she glared him down. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for my uniform? I thought I’d have to wear my sundress and get made fun of! Oh look, it’s the Tuna Girl in her Tuna-blue dress; I could hear the taunts already!”
With a huff, she stalked back over to her bed and crossed her arms.
France’s smile softened. “Ah, so I see you are a bit worried about fitting in. I thought that might be the case, so I had a friend borrow this from you so I could come and visit. I know, I might not be the person you want to see most; but I do care about you and wanted to make sure you were doing all right.”
He slid out of the too-tight skirt and tugged off the too-tight sweater, folding them both and handing them over to Seychelles.
“I’ll just borrow your lovely sundress to leave, please don’t fret about tomorrow anymore, ma chérie. It breaks my heart to think of someone so beautiful in distress.”
She wanted to be mad at him, at all the undue stress and concerns he’d raised, but seeing him standing there literally baring most everything before her in complete honesty disarmed her completely.
“Your boxers are stupid,” she mumbled, giving them a quick glance before diverting her eyes elsewhere in her room.
France looked down at his silk boxers adorned with red roses and shrugged. “Ah, but they are the flower of love and passion, what is more appropriate for moi, no?”
“Just because they are appropriate for you doesn’t mean I want to see them,” she retorted.
“Well, I am certain I cannot be as striking as you are in your lovely nightgown, Seychelles. Like a beautiful siren, luring me in with your grace and…” he faltered, “scowl.”
She had pulled up her pillow into her lap and was now glaring at him over it. She’d been so preoccupied worrying about her uniform that she’d forgotten completely that she was in her thin-silk white nightgown. It figures that France would find his way into her room at a time like this. And now that she thought about it, maybe that was what he was intending all along…
“You should probably leave.”
France’s smile faded, his eyes glancing over to the bedside clock before he shrugged. “Can’t.”
Seychelles’s glare intensified, as did her doubts about his reasons for being here. “Excuse me? If you can sneak in, then you can certainly sneak out.”
“As Student Council Vice President, I would know the curfew hours. While boys and girls are not allowed in each others dorms at any time unsupervised, no one is allowed outside their dorm after nine at night. Even if I leave here in disguise, I am afraid, that I would still be in trouble…”
Unable to believe it, Seychelles whipped her head around to look at the clock that mockingly read out 9:01 P.M.
“So, can I stay with you tonight?”
She stood, with all intents and purposes on smacking France and shoving him out the door in nothing but his boxers. It would serve him right, plotting to get into her bed like this. But before she could reach him, he spoke.
“The last thing you need is rumors starting about me sneaking out of your dorm at this hour, right? I would hate for people to think of you as ill as they oft think of me.”
With her eyes narrowed, she eyed him. “Where would you sleep?”
France gave her a smile. “Wherever you would permit me to. The floor perhaps? Or the closet?”
Thinking back to her times with France when she was younger, Seychelles remembered how he would cuddle her close as they dozed off to sleep together. She blushed, shaking that thought from her head.
But somehow, at this moment, it felt…right.
“You can clean that makeup off your face in the bathroom. Just be quiet so you don’t wake up Hungary who shares it with me. Then, well…” She crawled under her sheets and curled up on one edge of her bed, “I think there’s room.”
France smiled. “Ah, just like when you were younger perhaps?”
Seychelles buried her face in her pillow and yelled back a muffled, “Just don’t try anything!”
After cleaning his face off, France returned to the room looking more like himself and less like a drag queen. He slid into bed, politely staying a safe distance away. But with a coy smile and a beckoning of his arms, Seychelles found she couldn’t resist that familiar gesture.
Pressing her face against his bare chest, she sighed. “Is it bad that I want to go home just because I don’t feel like I fit in?”
France chuckled. “Non, it is normal to feel homesick. Even I feel the pangs of it sometimes.”
“You?”
“But of course. I shall take care of you, you know. Make you feel…at home, oui?” His hands wandered at that, skimming down her backside until he felt her hand smacking against his face. He toppled backwards out of the bed and Seychelles clambered after him.
“France, I’m so sorry! I apologize for hitting you, but you shouldn’t be putting your hands there!”
“No, it is my fault as well. I forget that some people need warnings before they are touched by my amour.”
With a smile, she extended her hand down and helped him back up. “Above the waist and off my chest, s'il vous plait.”
“Oui oui.”
Warily, Seychelles took his hands and put them both snuggly around her, to where his hands rested gently across her back. “Don’t move them lower.”
He tugged her closer instead, brushing his nose against hers before he leaned in and stole a kiss.
“F-France…” She murmured, a blush staining her cheeks.
“Do not ever hesitate to find me if you are feeling ill at ease here, Seychelles. It was at my suggestion you attended this school, so if you are feeling lonely or homesick, please come find me and I will do my best to ease your pains.”
She nodded, her bangs sliding into her eyes as she dipped her head. He could be quite the gentleman sometimes… And although she would never admit it to him, he was indeed one of the people dearest to her and just having him around did make her feel more at home.
Impulsively, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, his stubble tickling her chin just like it always did when he would kiss her forehead when she was younger. She was pleased to see his eyes wide in shock as she pulled back and muttered a hasty “Good night!” before she switched off her lamp and buried her face against his chest.
In the dark, she felt him pull her closer, but as she’d requested- his hands did not stray any lower.
“Bonne nuit, ma chérie.”
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Hungary had watched the doorway the night before, wondering when France would sneak back out after she ‘borrowed’ the uniform for him. But as the hour grew later and later, she had a gut feeling that he had somehow convinced Seychelles to spend the night.
And so, she wasn’t that surprised to peek out her door early the next morning to see a strange blonde-haired girl in a too-small blue sundress quietly sneaking off the girl’s side of the dormitory area and back towards the boy’s dorms.
With a smile, Hungary sighed and pressed a hand over her heart. “Donning drag just to see her, now that is dedication.”
Title: A Little Piece of You (4/?): Dedication
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: France/Seychelles
Word Count: 1,695
Summary: [Gakuen AU] She opened her door with a start, noticing not only a very tall girl in front of her but blonde, not brown hair. And, now that she looked closer, there was something a bit off about how the uniform fit this girl’s body…
She just knew it had to be somewhere! But it wasn’t in her closet, or the bathroom, or under her bed or anywhere else she looked.
Seychelles huffed, her bangs fluttering against her forehead as she did so.
“Where is it?”
She considered reporting it stolen or lost, but Seychelles could just imagine England’s haughty face if she did so. Asking her, “Are you quite certain you haven’t misplaced it?”
With another huff, she flopped back onto her bed. “Eyebrow bastard won’t be an ounce of help. I’m just doomed…”
Staring at the ceiling, she sighed, her thoughts already running through all the bad things that were to come of this. Great, if I can’t find my uniform, I’ll have to wear my sundress to class and I’ll get strange looks. Rolling on her side, she picked up her pillow and clutched it over her head. I wish I was back home eating oysters. Stupid missing uniform. Stupid Student Council President. Stupid…
A knock sounded on her door at that and she sat up, blinking owlishly at her bedside clock. It was late- which meant it had to be Hungary, since boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ wing this late at night. With a tiny wisp of a hope that her friend had found the missing uniform and had come to return it, Seychelles padded over to the door.
“Just a second!” She called out as the knock sounded again.
She opened her door with a start, noticing not only a very tall girl in front of her but blonde, not brown hair. And, now that she looked closer, there was something a bit off about how the uniform fit this girl’s body…
“Bonsoir, ma chérie.”
“Fra--”
Her yell was silenced as the ‘girl’s’ hand pressed over her lips. “Un moment, s'il vous plait.”
The whispered French she took as a sign that this was to be between only them and she nodded, letting the door close. As the latch clasped with a ‘click’ she turned to the visitor.
“France?”
“Oui?” He smiled through maroon lipstick and fluttered his mascaraed eyelashes, a glimmer of lavender eyeshadow catching Seychelles’s eye. And she was quite certain, he’d even curled his hair a bit.
But all that was pushed aside by one singular thought. With narrowed eyebrows and hands on her hips, she queried.
“France, is that my uniform?”
He gave a little twirl, letting the skirt fly up unashamedly. “I do believe it makes my thighs look fat, don’t you think?”
Once he came to a standstill again, she glared him down. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for my uniform? I thought I’d have to wear my sundress and get made fun of! Oh look, it’s the Tuna Girl in her Tuna-blue dress; I could hear the taunts already!”
With a huff, she stalked back over to her bed and crossed her arms.
France’s smile softened. “Ah, so I see you are a bit worried about fitting in. I thought that might be the case, so I had a friend borrow this from you so I could come and visit. I know, I might not be the person you want to see most; but I do care about you and wanted to make sure you were doing all right.”
He slid out of the too-tight skirt and tugged off the too-tight sweater, folding them both and handing them over to Seychelles.
“I’ll just borrow your lovely sundress to leave, please don’t fret about tomorrow anymore, ma chérie. It breaks my heart to think of someone so beautiful in distress.”
She wanted to be mad at him, at all the undue stress and concerns he’d raised, but seeing him standing there literally baring most everything before her in complete honesty disarmed her completely.
“Your boxers are stupid,” she mumbled, giving them a quick glance before diverting her eyes elsewhere in her room.
France looked down at his silk boxers adorned with red roses and shrugged. “Ah, but they are the flower of love and passion, what is more appropriate for moi, no?”
“Just because they are appropriate for you doesn’t mean I want to see them,” she retorted.
“Well, I am certain I cannot be as striking as you are in your lovely nightgown, Seychelles. Like a beautiful siren, luring me in with your grace and…” he faltered, “scowl.”
She had pulled up her pillow into her lap and was now glaring at him over it. She’d been so preoccupied worrying about her uniform that she’d forgotten completely that she was in her thin-silk white nightgown. It figures that France would find his way into her room at a time like this. And now that she thought about it, maybe that was what he was intending all along…
“You should probably leave.”
France’s smile faded, his eyes glancing over to the bedside clock before he shrugged. “Can’t.”
Seychelles’s glare intensified, as did her doubts about his reasons for being here. “Excuse me? If you can sneak in, then you can certainly sneak out.”
“As Student Council Vice President, I would know the curfew hours. While boys and girls are not allowed in each others dorms at any time unsupervised, no one is allowed outside their dorm after nine at night. Even if I leave here in disguise, I am afraid, that I would still be in trouble…”
Unable to believe it, Seychelles whipped her head around to look at the clock that mockingly read out 9:01 P.M.
“So, can I stay with you tonight?”
She stood, with all intents and purposes on smacking France and shoving him out the door in nothing but his boxers. It would serve him right, plotting to get into her bed like this. But before she could reach him, he spoke.
“The last thing you need is rumors starting about me sneaking out of your dorm at this hour, right? I would hate for people to think of you as ill as they oft think of me.”
With her eyes narrowed, she eyed him. “Where would you sleep?”
France gave her a smile. “Wherever you would permit me to. The floor perhaps? Or the closet?”
Thinking back to her times with France when she was younger, Seychelles remembered how he would cuddle her close as they dozed off to sleep together. She blushed, shaking that thought from her head.
But somehow, at this moment, it felt…right.
“You can clean that makeup off your face in the bathroom. Just be quiet so you don’t wake up Hungary who shares it with me. Then, well…” She crawled under her sheets and curled up on one edge of her bed, “I think there’s room.”
France smiled. “Ah, just like when you were younger perhaps?”
Seychelles buried her face in her pillow and yelled back a muffled, “Just don’t try anything!”
After cleaning his face off, France returned to the room looking more like himself and less like a drag queen. He slid into bed, politely staying a safe distance away. But with a coy smile and a beckoning of his arms, Seychelles found she couldn’t resist that familiar gesture.
Pressing her face against his bare chest, she sighed. “Is it bad that I want to go home just because I don’t feel like I fit in?”
France chuckled. “Non, it is normal to feel homesick. Even I feel the pangs of it sometimes.”
“You?”
“But of course. I shall take care of you, you know. Make you feel…at home, oui?” His hands wandered at that, skimming down her backside until he felt her hand smacking against his face. He toppled backwards out of the bed and Seychelles clambered after him.
“France, I’m so sorry! I apologize for hitting you, but you shouldn’t be putting your hands there!”
“No, it is my fault as well. I forget that some people need warnings before they are touched by my amour.”
With a smile, she extended her hand down and helped him back up. “Above the waist and off my chest, s'il vous plait.”
“Oui oui.”
Warily, Seychelles took his hands and put them both snuggly around her, to where his hands rested gently across her back. “Don’t move them lower.”
He tugged her closer instead, brushing his nose against hers before he leaned in and stole a kiss.
“F-France…” She murmured, a blush staining her cheeks.
“Do not ever hesitate to find me if you are feeling ill at ease here, Seychelles. It was at my suggestion you attended this school, so if you are feeling lonely or homesick, please come find me and I will do my best to ease your pains.”
She nodded, her bangs sliding into her eyes as she dipped her head. He could be quite the gentleman sometimes… And although she would never admit it to him, he was indeed one of the people dearest to her and just having him around did make her feel more at home.
Impulsively, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, his stubble tickling her chin just like it always did when he would kiss her forehead when she was younger. She was pleased to see his eyes wide in shock as she pulled back and muttered a hasty “Good night!” before she switched off her lamp and buried her face against his chest.
In the dark, she felt him pull her closer, but as she’d requested- his hands did not stray any lower.
“Bonne nuit, ma chérie.”
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Hungary had watched the doorway the night before, wondering when France would sneak back out after she ‘borrowed’ the uniform for him. But as the hour grew later and later, she had a gut feeling that he had somehow convinced Seychelles to spend the night.
And so, she wasn’t that surprised to peek out her door early the next morning to see a strange blonde-haired girl in a too-small blue sundress quietly sneaking off the girl’s side of the dormitory area and back towards the boy’s dorms.
With a smile, Hungary sighed and pressed a hand over her heart. “Donning drag just to see her, now that is dedication.”