A sugar sweet smile of content finding its way to your lips, you snuck a glance at the wavy haired blond lying next to you. Ah, yes, this was the life; just you and your best friend, Francis, watching the clouds rool by in one of the damn prettiest fields you'd ever seen. What could be better than that?
And, much to your surprise, France was actually on his best behavior today. He hadn't tried to grop you once, nor had he made any of his sexual referance jokes that usually had you rolling on the ground, trying to hide the deep red blush covering your face.
Not that you didn't like his jokes, but every once in a while, it was nice to just enjoy his company, since you did have a bit of a crush on the Frenchman. Ok, so crush was a bit of an understatement; all it took was his smile and your knees would turn to jello. He probably only saw you as a friend, though, much to your disappointment.
"Sure is nice out." You murmered.
He laughed, a delightful sound that was music to your ears. "Yes, it is."
"You've been on your best behavior, too. I haven't heard you crack one sexual joke all day."
He grinned at this. "There are other ways to make a person laugh, you know."
You flashed the Frenchman a smirk. "How so?"
"Like.......This!" The Frenchman lunged playfully, landing on top of you, and began to tickle your ribcage.
"F-France! S-Stop, I can't take it!" You yelled, choking for breath as laughter escaped your lips.
The Frenchman abrutly stopped, his smirk growing. "Why stop when there's so much that needs to be done?" And before you could process what he was doing, his lips were attached to yours. You certainly weren't expecting this, but you didn't mind. You kissed back, running your fingers through the Frenchman's wavy blond locks.
He slowly pulled away, his bright, passionate blue eyes meeting yours. You couldn't help but smile. "Sorry, Francis. I'm going to count that as a sexual joke."
"Ah, but I can be much funnier than that, ma chere." He whispered, raising his eyebrows suggestivly. "Care to see?"