Chubby! Seven Minutes in Heaven

France~


"Hey! Stop pushing me! I never agreed to this!" You objected loudly, being pushed forward by a happy Alfred. Along the while he didn't say a word, pushing you to the center of attention.
You internally freaked out; everyone's eyes focused on you. Subconsciously you covered your pudgy stomach. You never liked being watched by people, always felt like they were judging you.
Something was pushed against your head snapped you out of your mental freak out. Turning around you found yourself glaring at a green cloth bag. Completely confused you looked towards the enthusiastic blond.
"Go on, pick an item! Ahaha!"
Turning your gaze back to the bag you realized what your fate was....Seven Minutes in Heaven.....*shudder* Deciding you had no choice in the matter, you set your hand in the bag.
There seemed to be tens of thousands of things stuffed in the bag. Every shape and size, every texture possibly imagined.
While feeling around something in particular caught your...sense of touch?
It was a thin solid straight..straw? It felt like something that's for sure. So in final curiosity, you pull it out.
...
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A thornless...red rose.... Where's a rape whistle when you need one?
Once the group of surrounding people saw your picked item you were sent multiple looks of pity. You weren't dreading it for the reason they thought though.
You were so lost in your own worries you didn't even notice you were walked into the closet and now standing in a pitch black room, with a Frenchman somewhere in the room with you.
'Rape!'
Internally hyperventilating you slowly backed up, searching for a nice safety corner. Panic set in 10 fold when you felt a hard chest push against your back.
"Ohoho~ Bonjour ma chere~"
"O-Oh! Francis! S-sorry, I didn't know you were behind me."
He gently set his hands on your bare arms, slowly turning you around.
"No need to apologize belle~"
His voice seemed to have an odd tone to its usually flirtatiousness, it almost sounded ...caring?
Looking straight at him your heart fluttered. Even in the darkness you could see him perfectly right down to the stubble on his chin.
Feeling his warm callused hands traveling up your arms to your shoulders, pulling you closer, you snapped out of your trance.
'You will NOT be one of his random girls that falls under his charm (Name)'
you quickly pulled away, backing up against the opposite wall, leaving him confused. He quickly covered it, putting a smile on his face and started walking towards you.
"Something wrong?"
'He's just using you like he does all the other girls'  a voice whispered in your head  'He's teasing you! Thinking you're an easy target!'  
Those thoughts brought the prickly sting of tears to your eyes.
Shaking your head you cleared your mind.
"J-Just leave me alone. There are plenty of other girls at the party willing to sleep with you so save your breath."
He seemed puzzled-stopping mid stride.
"Ma chere, why do you think I flirt with you?"
The question seemed odd. Isn't it an obvious question?
"..T-to tease me..?"
It came out more of a question. You were so confused.
Slowly he pulled you closer, hand on your squishy waist. Left in shock your eyes were locked on his and his on yours. The intoxication of his personal scent sent your mind into spirals, paralyzing all thoughts as your faces grew nearer.
"This, this is why I flirt with you mon amour."
He whispered before he set his lips on yours. Moving softly and sweet the kiss was mind numbing, how perfectly your lips fit together. Raw emotion seemed to be coming out of his actions, desperation, passion, and what seems to be...love?
The fantasy-like bliss shattered like glass once he pulled away. Thoughts started rushing in your mind, one sticking out more than the others.
Francis just kissed you.
You stared dumbfounded at his smiling face.
"B-but But B-"
"Is it really that hard to believe?" he seemed to be honestly confused.
Is he serious?
"Yes! Of course it is! Y-your Francis, girls follow you’re every move! And I'm just a fat girl that go-"
"Don't even finish that." He looked scarily serious.
Eyes locked on each other he raised his hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

"You are not just some girl. You're (Name), the girl who stole my heart."