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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 20, 2012 22:22:05 GMT -5
Her face was still so red feeling like she was going to die from the embaressment. When she was flustered she'd often blab and at times say a little to much than what needed to be said over whatever she was getting all in a tizzy over. And of course she had to blab that little 'secret' to the biggest romantic of them all.
Listening to his advice quietly she allowed it to sink in. She couldn't believe she was admitting it but he was actually making sense here. When they were young she always thought half of what he said was nonscence so this was very refreshing. She was impressed. It seemed as though he had matured more than she originally thought!
Then he had to suggest that maybe she was a lesbian.
Without saying a word she rummaged quietly through her bag then found what she was looking for; a small notepad. She turned to him then smacked him on the forehead with it. She then nonchanantly placed it back in her bag face still red but her face was replaced with an annoyed look.
"Kreten..." She muttered, the word for 'idiot' in her country.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 21, 2012 15:11:42 GMT -5
Based on how Juliana reacted, Francis guessed she was perfectly straight. He couldn't help but laugh as he rubbed at his forehead, wondering if he would receive any more bruises just by hanging around the girl. She certainly hadn't given up her impulsive reflexes, that was for sure. Still, at least he was able to joke around with her like this. Maybe she didn't find it funny, but he honestly thought her reactions were highly amusing.
"Je suis désolé," he apologized, struggling to hide his smile. "I was simply wondering. Ah, but since you're not, perhaps we can set up some sort of blind date for you, hmm?" He nodded proudly, putting a finger to his chin as he thought it over. "Certainly, it won't be too difficult to find a man who will date you. There's bound to be at least one perfect boyfriend for you somewhere on campus. And, if not, we can travel elsewhere and look."
Realizing he was making the plans for her future love life, he quickly glanced at her.
"That is, if you want a boyfriend. Or would you like to focus on your studies, first?"
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 21, 2012 15:25:33 GMT -5
Her eyes turned on him with a dangerous glare she was not one who liked to be mocked but couldn't help but allow her look to soften. It was Francis after all, He couldn't help how he was he was just...Francis.
"I'm glad you find my embaressment amusing!" She flounched her hair right off her shoulder placing her head high as she walked forward stealing a small smile to him to show she was teasing.
Juliana was tempted to laugh at his offer. Allow him to set up a blind date for her? Now that sounded like the biggest joke ever...
"Francis I have no intentions of letting you run my love life. And besides..."
She tossed him a teasing look the corner of her mouth curling into a mischeivious smirk.
"I already have my eyes set on someone."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 21, 2012 17:27:30 GMT -5
"Oh?" Francis raised an eyebrow at her, trying not to show just how interested he was. Things like this excited him far more than it should. Maybe it was because he considered himself an expert in all things love, but he seriously did have a thing for romance and whatnot. And the fact that little Juliana (because she would always be little to him) had a crush was amazingly sweet.
"Is it Arthur?" he joked, poking her side as he walked alongside her. "If it's Arthur, I'm just going to laugh. I don't think he's the dating sort. He'll probably be alone for the rest of his life."
He said all this in a teasing manner, but now the curiosity was starting to get to him. He honestly did want to know this man that Juliana had her eyes set on. Granted, she probably wouldn't tell him, but surely there must be some way of getting it out of her.
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 21, 2012 17:56:02 GMT -5
Out of no where she tossed him a playful punch to the arm. It served a double purpose; for poking her and for saying such a thing about Arthur! When she was still friends with Arthur she loved him dearly and was annoyed when people said such things behind his back. That included Francis as well.
"Don't say such things! You might not know this Francis...but you're not the only heart throb in the world!"
Juliana then proceeded to push his shoulder playfully her look saying that she was teasing and at the same time wasn't.
Seeing how curiosity was starting to get to him she decided that she wanted to have fun with it by leading him on, making him sweat until he started begging her to tell him. The little Czech could really be evil sometimes.
"And no, its not Arthur. But you do know him..."
She said in in her sing song voice enjoying this to no end.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 21, 2012 19:07:23 GMT -5
"Arthur Kirkland? A heart throb?" Francis scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. There was no way Arthur would ever be a heart throb. Unless he somehow matured greatly and lost the cynical, rude attitude of his, there was no possible way Arthur could get anyone to fall in love with him. It was silly to even think such a thing.
Still, now that he knew it was someone he was acquainted with, Francis grew even more curious. "I don't believe we have any more mutual friends," he commented, stroking his chin, hands brushing over the scruff. It could have been one of the men he met from his dorm, but there was no way Czech could know about his meeting them.
"Unless it's me, I honestly have no idea," he finally admitted, grinning over at her. "Won't you tell me, s'il vous plaît?" And if she wouldn't, it was time to turn on the charm.
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 21, 2012 19:25:19 GMT -5
She giggled at Francis' scoffing, as children he would get jealous if someone were to compliment Arthur over something. She guessed that maybe it was because he was older than Arthur and had a need to feel superior to him. It seemed as though it was the same.
"I never said that he was a friend." She said thinking over how this particular person would often push him aside and call him a pervert whenever he was near. "And I never said that he was here...for all you know I've been keeping my eye on him for years!"
This was the truth. She met this person when she was a child yet had nothing to do with him. When she was a teen they crossed paths again and she was love struck her heart desiring him greatly from a afar.
Juliana rolled her eyes when he suggested it was him. Though he was teasing (she hoped) she couldn't help but sigh as his massive ego.
"As if it would be you! You are so not my type!"
The French pulled at her heart strings as her face turned slightly pink. Why? Why was it that when he spoke his native tongue that she would melt? Well it wasn't going to work! Nope! It was not!
"Don't try to play that game with me Francis Bonnefoy! Even if you speak French in your sexiest voice I will never tell you!"
Famous last words.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 21, 2012 20:31:20 GMT -5
Francis rolled his eyes, still rather amused by the entire situation. If he knew, it would be wonderful to somehow get Juliana to date this man she had her eyes on. "Oui, oui, not a friend," he agreed, nodding his head. Or, rather, maybe not a friend. He honestly had no clue, due to the fact he just now met up with Juliana after six years. She probably hung out with a different crowd these days.
He pouted when she said he wasn't her type. "I'm everyone's type, mademoiselle," he corrected, taking one of her hands. "But, if you love someone else, you shouldn't be hung up on dating me." As he spoke, he smiled, thinking through the possibilities of how to get her to spill the beans. She seemed to have a think for his sexy French accent (and his ego just rose because she said he had a sexy voice, albeit in a roundabout way), so he might as well go for that.
"S'il vous plaît, dites-moi, ma belle dame," he whispered huskily, staring deep into her eyes. Yes. Yes, it was certainly time to turn on his French charm. "Do tell me."
[translation: please tell me, beautiful lady.]
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 21, 2012 21:00:19 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes to the sky. Everyone's type? She shook her head. She was now left to contiplate how she dealt with this attitude for five years? Well it was probably the fact that he was a very sweet and generous person at heart...or maybe because his cooking was so good.
Her eyes slowly fell to his hand that took hers. Oh no, she saw what he was doing! She listened to his voice as his eyes met with hers. The blush on the Czech's face was priceless. Having actually studying French she knew exactly what he was saying which only intensified the red in her cheeks.
Why? Why did she have to tell him he had a sexy voice and full his fire!?
She shook her head pulling her hand out of his and crossing her arms as she looked away.
"NO! I won't do it! You'll laugh at me if I do!"
She bit her bottom lip...she was almost tempted to tell him now but forced herself to keep silent she was not going to lose to him! Juliana however knew that this was all bravado; she was going to spill it if he kept up what he was doing.
[size=1]((It looks fine to me hun! Don't worry over it!))[/size]
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 22, 2012 10:21:02 GMT -5
Noticing that he was actually wearing her down (and congratulating himself on that fact- it seemed she still fell for his accent and native language, every single time), he smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it comfortingly, leaning down closer to her ear. Better access to let her hear his magnificently persuading voice, he supposed.
"S'il vous plaît?" he asked again, bringing his lower lip out ever so slightly in the smallest of pouts. He doubted she'd be looking at his face (as she seemed to be trying to avoid eye contact with him), but he knew the expression would be quite vocal as well as physical. He knew how to project, how to tone, how to make any woman fall for him and his charming manners.
Juliana was no different.
"I promise I won't laugh," he whispered. "And I'll keep it to myself. I won't tell another soul."
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 22, 2012 11:39:22 GMT -5
Juliana bit her lip her left eye beginning to twitch as she tried to resist his charm yet she knew that was useless. Charming women to do as he wished was one of his greatest talents, one that he did with almost never failing. Even as a teen he all he had to do was whisper some French seductively into a ladies ear and they were all his. And though Juliana hated to admit it she was just like any other woman.
She stole a look over her shoulder and saw that he was pouting. Pouting! She covered her eyes at once not wanting to see it. It was almost too cute to resist no…it was too cute to resist! She gave a small sound that was supposed to serve as a whimper. She was breaking; she who was a Slav, arguable the toughest of Europeans was breaking to a Frenchmen!
He wouldn’t laugh? The thoughts of it lingered in her mind. Would Francis laugh at her crush…it would consider a little bit awkward considering the relationship between the two. But if she was to win his heart she figured that maybe it was better to just let it out now. But what if he did laugh? That would make her feel like the biggest fool in the world to be laughed at by the likes of Francis.
The decisions were playing tug-of-war with her mind. Tell or not tell…tell or not tell…tell or not tell…It was finally to the point that she threw her hands up on her ears covering them so that she would not hear the traitorous words that left her lips.
“Its your kid brother Lovino!”
She froze then all of her face turned the shade of scarlet red. She had never told anyone about that crush and now she had just told it to the older brother of said crush!
‘God in heaven please kill me now…’
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 22, 2012 20:12:36 GMT -5
Francis blinked when she finally spilled the beans. Out of all the names he had been expecting, it certainly wasn't Lovino. He even dismissed the whole 'kid brother' part (for he had never exactly considered either Lovino or Feliciano to be his brothers, despite calling them such back when he knew them) in exchange for complete shock at the fact that she seriously saw something in that grumpy Italian.
If he hadn't promised not to laugh, he would have laughed.
"Well," he started, backing off from her and rubbing at his neck. "He's not exactly my brother." He smiled at that, though it was probably a rather lame attempt at a smile. Once he overcame his shock, he knew he would be happy for her. If, that is, Lovino liked her back.
He thought over it for a second, then added, "Why Lovino? I'm not laughing, don't worry. I really am curious. He doesn't seem like the sort a girl like you would enjoy dating."
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 22, 2012 20:35:51 GMT -5
So they weren't close enough to be considered brothers anymore well that came as a shock to Juliana but not as much shock when he didn't laugh. Being as paranoid as she was she expected him to go back on the promise and laugh anyway not to spite her just as a reflex.
When he asked her why she couldn't help but let a rather dreamy smile come over her face.
"It was about two years ago when I was visiting my stepfather in Germany for a while. I just so happened to bump into him while I was shopping and I just couldn't help but notice how incrediblly handsome he was now that he had matured!
Then after having a small conversation with him my stepbrother Ludwig came and started to yell at me that I was getting all of the wrong ingredients and was shopping in the wrong store apparently. And you know how Ludwig could get when he got hung up on something."
She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. Her step brother was a rather mean man when mad over something and she had always, always been terrified of him because you just never knew what he's do in one of his rages.
"But then out of no where Lovino stepped up and defended me and even called Ludwig a, I quote; 'A potato loving bastard'.
She stiffled a giggle. That was probably the funniest thing she heard at that point in time.
"I am terrifed of my stepbrother...he is so big, opposing and rather scary if you catch him in a bad mood. Yet the Italian stood up against him like he was some wimp that couldn't beat him into a pulp. That was probably the first time in years that anyone...and I mean anyone had ever stood up for me. So I guess I was lovestruck after that!"
Juliana looked up and smiled at Francis the look her eyes showing that the feelings that she felt were truely geniune.
"We still keep in contact...I often send him letters asking him how his country is and sometimes I...bring him baskets of my home grown tomatos."
Her blush returned. She didn't really give them to Lovino. She would get so shy that she would either leave them on his doorstep or just shove them into his arms and run away without saying a word. She really was a coward.
((this relationship is true historically...Post WWII the Czechs were being pushed around by their German neighbors who would often brutalize them for thinking they were 'higher' than they are. After a while the Southern Italians told the Germans that they should just back off of their ally. Today Czechs still hold great respect for the Southern Italians for their loyalty and their ability to 'get the job done'.))
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Oct 24, 2012 10:08:53 GMT -5
[[Well that's interesting! ^^ I don't know, like, anything about Czech history. X'D]]
Francis listened, more than interested in what Juliana had to say. Quite honestly, he thought she was rather silly for falling head mover heels for Lovino. He was just a grumpy, rude Italian. Adorable, yes, but quite rude. Still, the fact that she was getting so dreamy-eyed over him made Francis smile softly. Young love was something that many people might experience, but something that was so difficult to understand. Francis himself actually envied the girl. Despite being a self-proclaimed heartthrob, despite having a tendency to date many people, he had actually never before fell in love.
Juliana seemed to be in love.
However, though he was very keen on helping Juliana with her relationships, he knew he couldn't just take things for granted, and neither could she. For all he knew, it wasn't love she was feeling- it could just be the need to be protected. After all, she stated her feelings came after someone actually stood up for her. If what she said was true, that no one had done such a thing before, she could just look up to him.
It might not be love.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds before saying, "Er, Juliana? Are you quite certain that it's love you're feeling?" He didn't want to dash her hopes and dreams, but even he had to look at the situation realistically. "Some people...some people claim what they feel is love when it's really just idolization. Since he did stick up for you, could it be that you just...want to love him?"
He patted her shoulder gently. "I'm not trying to be mean, mon cher. I just want to make sure you won't get hurt."
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Post by Juliana Schneider on Oct 24, 2012 13:28:18 GMT -5
A rather sheepish look came over Juliana's face. “It's weird to hear that coming from you Francis!” But yes she understood what he meant when he said what he said. Perhaps she had used the wrong choice of words in explaining herself. She herself didn’t really know if it was love or just infatuation or as Francis had said idolization. She guessed that it drove her so insane not knowing that she wanted to call it something in order to ease herself.
“No, no its alright Francis!” She flashed him her cutest smile like she would when they children. “I shouldn’t of used that word so loosely! I actually don’t know how I feel! I suppose that it is as you say…it’s just…well it’s hard for me to pinpoint feelings like that.” She scratched the back of her head while trying to explain it.
“I’ve haven’t had much experience with the opposite sex to be honest. Not only because I was nervous but if I did Cousin Ivan would lock me in a closet for talking to men or my big brother, Gabriel would attempt to strangle them if they even looked at me wrong.” A large deep frown came over her face thinking over how overprotective her male and female family was all because she was the youngest of them all. It really was a pain in the ass to be the youngest.
“But yes,” She was quick to change the subject; talking about her family was not one of her favorite topics. “I understand where you are coming from…I suppose that even now I’m still a child at heart!” She grinned looking off into space it was nice to talk about these things to someone other than her kitten, Hevìzda.
"I remember my heart being broken before…but it was just little crushes when I was little! First I always said I’d marry my oldest brother, Feliks…then I one time said the same for Ivan…I even said it one time for Gabriel!” She paused her voice hinting that their was more yet she couldn’t seem to remember if this was accurate or not. After a moment she grinned showing that she remembered.
“Then I said for both you and Arthur!”
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