Hetalia High!!

[Alfred F. Jones]

France hummed softly. "Oh, don't lie like that~ I think you were wanting me to do something like that, weren't you? I think you're the pervert in this situation; look, you're even blushing," he taunted, all too eager to tease the Brit. He looked back to Im Sun, a light smile playing on his lips as he saw the kiss. "Do you think he was wanting that kiss all along, too? I think he was going after that, as well," he prompted jokingly.

[-Forever&Always-]

She laughed, "France, stop it, you're going to make him explode. He looks redder than Spain's tomatoes as is!~" she chimed, chuckling.

[Arthur Κirkland]

England froze for a moment, having not expected the kiss, though couldn't say he hadn't appreciated it for one reason; North Korea didn't think any less of him even after France had flustered him so badly. "A-ah, thanks..." He said, though managed to form a glare to send at Francis. "What's that supposed to mean, exactly? Don't compare my thoughts to yours!" He said, green eyes narrowed. What was he indicating? That he actually wanted France's hands on him? As if. But he hadn't had long to dwell on that before NK's next comment made the blush all the more notible to him. Damn it... Stop blushing!

[Alfred F. Jones]

"Explode?~ There's an idea! Let's see if he'll explode," France said, simply having too much fun to stop at this point. He shrugged his shoulders at England's words, smiling cheekily at him. "Your thoughts?~ Hm... What are your thoughts, Angleterre? Other than the typical, 'I think you're a frog'," he prompted, patting Arthur's cheek to annoy him. "Are you thinking that I'm getting closer to figuring out your thoughts than you're comfortable with?~" he purred.

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea laughed. "France, you sure love to tease England." she said laughing.

[Arthur Κirkland]

England's eyebrow twitched in annoyance at both France's words, his overall smugness, and the pat on the cheek. And it wasn't as if Francis would take anything he said seriously with his face burning hot as it was. "Why should I admit anything on my mind to you? You certainly don't deserve my trust, frog." He replied, trying to calm his tone down, though it was obvious the attempt was failing him. "N-no, absolutely not! You're absolutely full of yourself, aren't you?!" He snapped, fists balling at his sides.

[Alfred F. Jones]

France glanced over at North Korea, then returned his gaze to England. He paused before looking back over at the girl; he knew when too much teasing really was too much. It looked as if the Brit was prepared to box his ears. "Oui, I do love to tease him," he affirmed, then looked to England. "Oh, calm down... I was just joking; you don't have to take everything I say so seriously," he joked, though he did wiggle his brows a little at the Brit, just because he couldn't simply stop teasing him, but he'd stop the verbal assault.

[Arthur Κirkland]

England listened to France talk, all the more annoyed. Why did he enjoy teasing him? It seemed as if he'd always done it, even when they were children. He knew by now he should've been used to it; it shouldn't have bothered him so much, yet it did. "I've had a bad enough day as it is without you butting in and being an arse." He mumbled, looking at the floor in an attempt to cool his face down a bit. He decided to just ignore the other's eyebrow wiggling for the time-being; well, mostly. It still got to him-- it always did.

[Alfred F. Jones]

France raised a brow at England. "Oh..? A bad day? What happened?" he asked him, his hands slipping into his pockets as he watched the Briton's face with mere curiosity. He supposed that now would be a good time to have a civilized conversation with the Brit before he got upset or something. "You haven't got bullies- other than myself- have you?" he inquired. Technically, he didn't count himself as a bully to England; they both poked fun at each other, and even if France did it a little more, it wasn't his fault that the Englishman didn't decide to make more jokes at Francis more often. It was probably because England was such a stick in the mud and took everything much too seriously.

[Arthur Κirkland]

England shook his head, raising it once he was more confident in the temperature of his face. "No, nothing lile that, thank god..." He replied without hesitence, truly thankful there were no other nations such as France in his life, other than maybe America. He enjoyed picking on him as well, though usually not as flirtatiously. "Well, I can't say my day was all that horrid until I found out who my new roommate is; Russia." He relayed with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear if he starts wanting me to 'become one' with him, I'm getting reassigned a dorm." It wasn't that he hated Russia... Okay, perhaps he had a strong dislike for the Russian. But, the main point was, as long as Ivan behaved, he'd make it work somehow.