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This was a one-shot I wrote about the April Fools Day episode of Hetalia: Beautiful World (Episode 11). This part was focused on France, using his and everyone else's human name.

I've never been a morning person so being shaken awake was not an ideal way to start my day.

"(Y/N)... Wake up..." Even in my sleepy state, I recognized my best friend, Elizabeta, trying to wake me up. She, like most of our friends, is the personification of a country. Hungary, in her case.

"Mmm... Go away, Elizabeta..." I groaned, rolling onto my side, my back facing her.

"You got a package. I think you're going to want to open it as soon as possible," she continued. Finally, I cracked my eyes open and looked at her.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I asked. She was wearing a full playboy bunny outfit with fishnet tights, white bunny ears, and a fluffy tail.

"That's why you need to wake up. Come downstairs. I'll make breakfast," and with that, she left. I stretched and finally got up. Walking downstairs, I could smell Elizabeta cooking eggs.

"Smells good. So what's this about a package?" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and sitting down at the table.

"Eat first. Then I'll tell you," she said moving the eggs from pan to plate and placing it in front of me. Reluctantly, I began eating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elizabeta fiddling with her costume, trying to make it cover more than it did.

"So," I began, swallowing the last bit of eggs, "will you tell me now?"

"Yes. Someone sent packages to all of us this morning. Here's your's," she walked into the kitchen and came back holding a medium sized box with "To (Y/N)" written across the side. I narrowed my eyes skeptically at it, then opened it.

At the very top of the box was a letter. I picked up the letter and began reading it out loud.

"Dear (Y/N), Happy April Fools Day! This year, I wanted to try something new. Enclosed in this box is a costume. You must wear the costume (and ONLY the costume) to the park today. If you refuse, the picture attached to this letter will be posted on every social media site possible. I look forward to seeing you!" I grabbed the picture the letter talked about. Oh no... It was a picture taken at America's birthday party. One thing led to another, a bunch of people got drunk, and someone brought out a stripper pole. I got dared to dance on it so I did. The picture was of me, hanging upside down on the pole, hanging on by my thighs, with the biggest, goofiest grime on my face.

"So, what's this costume I have to wear?" I sighed. I had to go along with this stupid prank because that night was a night I'd like to forget. I peered inside the box and pulled out the costume piece by piece.

A mini pleated skirt.

A tight, white collar shirt that exposed my stomach.

Thigh high white socks.

A pair of navy blue, high heeled, Mary Janes.

At face value, I couldn't tell what the costume was supposed to be. I looked at Elizabeta.

"Any ideas?" I asked holding up the skirt and shoes. She shook her head and I let out a sigh, "Alright. I'll go put this on and then we'll go to the park."

It didn't take long to put the costume on because there was less fabric than the hoodie I'd much rather be wearing. I finally figured out what the costume was supposed to be.

A schoolgirl uniform.

The top three buttons of the shirt that were meant to keep the uniform modest had been removed to prevent from covering up. I just so happen to be "gifted" with a larger-than-average chest.

The skirt grazed the tops of my thighs and threatened to flash anyone and everyone. I'm going to hurt whoever sent out these packages. I walked back into the kitchen where Elizabeta still was.

"This is humiliating..." I murmured. I kept fiddling with the hem of my skirt, trying to make it longer.

"Well, I want my picture back and you're coming with me. There's no way I'm going alone," she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the door and towards the park.

***

"Can't we just hide and pretend this never happened?"

"No, (Y/N), we can't. We're going to get our picture's back and go home."

"But what if he is behind this?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was."

"I can't have him see me like this!"

"(Y/N), we all know that Francis has a thing for school uniforms. We won't stick around long, I promise."

I groaned at this fact. Francis made it no secret that he loves school uniforms, which only made me hate this stupid outfit even more. I will end whoever took those pictures.

"If he's behind this," Elizabeta continued like she was reading my mind, "I'll help you beat the crap out of them."

"That gave me hope. I stood up straight and walked with feigned confidence. Not long after, I saw a group of people in the center of the park. As we grew closer, I could see that it was Alfred and Arthur. Alfred was wearing bear ears and a waist apron, while Arthur was wearing a very short nurse's outfit.

"Hey guys," I said, getting their attention.

"Hey, (Y/N), Elizabeta! Looking good!" Alfred commented, which condoned Arthur smacking him upside the head, "Ow... I deserved that."

"Yeah, you did. Do you guys have any ideas of who set this up?" I asked.

"Francis," Arthur stated without hesitation. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine and my face start to heat up slightly.

"Oui?" I turned around and standing directly behind me was Francis wearing... Can you even say he was wearing anything? He had on cat ears and a tail that matched his hair and a single rose to make him "decent". My face flushed bright red.

"There you are, you twat! Hand over our pictures!"

"I do not 'ave them, mon ami."

"I don't believe you for a second!" Arthur argued. I had regained my composure just as I saw Arthur whip out the wand he never leaves without. I knew nothing good was going to come from Arthur using his magic so I snatched the wand from his hand.

"Hey! Hand it over!"

"Nope," I said, holding it out of his reach, "Everyone knows nothing good happens when you use this while you're angry. I'll give it back when we get our pictures back."

"She's right, dude," Alfred said. Arthur, seeing that he had been outnumbered, calmed down.

"Ok, have you seen anyone else?" I asked.

"Yao and Ivan are around here somewhere," Alfred noted, "Probably hiding somewhere."

"I saw Gil and 'is brother earlier," added Francis.

"Ok, so that's," I began counting off the number of people on my fingers, "9 people we've found so far," I sighed and began to think. Who else could be here?

Before I knew it, I felt Francis grab me around the waist, hoist me over his shoulder, and take off running.

"Francis! What're you doing?!"

"Je suis desole, mon amour. It'll be over soon." Wait, what? What'll be over soon?

After a short but quick run, Francis began slowing down.

"I got her, mon ami," I was gently set down, facing Francis. After being carried through the park by the guy I like while we are both wearing revealing and embarrassing outfits, my face was bright red. I spun around to see who he was talking to and saw Antonio standing there wearing bunny ears and a waist apron.

"Toni? What the hell is going on?" I asked, a little breathlessly.

"It's April fools day, amiga!"

"Yeah, I know that. What I meant was why was I brought here?"

"Oh, we need you as a sort of ransom," Toni answered.

"What? Why me?" I asked.

"Because you took Arthur's wand. He'll come running to get it back and probably bring everyone else as well," said Francis, a little too close for my current liking. I looked in my hand at the wand I still had. Definitely a weird item for him to be protective of. His hand wrapped around my waist and held me close to him. I was confused as to why until I heard footsteps approaching. Francis lead me over to Toni so I was standing between them.

"There you are! I knew you were included in this, frog!" Said an angry Arthur. Along with him was Yao, Ivan, Alfred, Elizabeta, and Gil. No Ludwig, though. Understandable.

"Ah, but to get your photos back," said Toni, producing the photos from his apron pocket, "I want to take a picture to remember the day!"

Nobody wanted another picture taken of them, but we all accepted that it was the only way to get out pictures back and go home. Right before the camera went off, Toni threw all of the pictures in the air like confetti. Everyone began yelling and scrambling to grab their photo. Like I promised, I gave Arthur back his wand once he got his picture and he left. In a matter of 30 seconds, everyone was gone and there were no more pictures on the ground.

"Uh, Toni? Where's my picture?" I asked, worried I would like the answer.

"Right here," I turned to see Francis with my picture in his hand. No! I tried to grab it from his hand but he held it out of my grasp. I tried reaching it by putting my hand on his shoulder and standing on my tippy toes. Of course, being who he is, Francis wrapped his free arm around my waist to keep me from moving away.

"Uh, Francis?"

"Oui, mon amour?"

"Can I have my picture back?"

"Will you give me a kiss first?"

Wait, what? I mustered up my courage and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"You missed~," you cheeky little-

Before I could finish my thought, he leaned in a gave me a tender and slow kiss. It took me by surprise at first, but I began to wrap around his neck and his hand that was holding the picture wrapped around my waist. We broke away from the kiss and he pressed his forehead to mine.

"Je t'aime, (Y/N)."

"Je t'aime aussi, Francis."

This was the second chapter of a fanfic I wrote for a friend. For now, this is the last chapter of this story I'm posting to Deviant Art.

The lunch started off well. A few fans came over for autographs and pictures but it was normal. An older generation who didn't listen to today's music seemed to fill Nando's today. I had some Chicken Thigh Skewers. Michael had 12 peri-peri wings. Calum had chicken thighs. Luke and Ashton shared a Wing Platter.

We all talked about the concert, family, interest, and the like. They would ask me questions and I would reciprocate with questions of my own. Not to sound like a stalker but, whenever they answered a question, I had to stop myself from saying "I know".

We all finished lunch and were about to leave when a girl I didn't recognize came over and started talking to Michael. I leaned over to Ashton.

"Who's that?" I whispered. I had been off social media for a while so I didn't know any drama or relationships that sprung up.

"That's Crystal, Michael's new girlfriend. I wouldn't worry about making friends with her. She's not the nicest," he whispered back. What does that mean?

"Hey Crystal," Michael said, "This is Amy. She's the new production assistant for the concert next month. Amy, this is Crystal, my girlfriend."

I stuck my hand out to shake hers, "It's nice to meet you, Crystal!" She just stared at my hand.

"Likewise."

I pulled my hand back. I think I was starting to understand.

"Hey, Crystal. Do you want to hang out with us? We were going to walk through town and-"

"Sorry, Mikey. I have to meet with my agent for an upcoming gig. Maybe some other time. See ya," She leaned down, kissed his cheek, and strutted through the front door.

"I don't like her," Ashton murmured. Michael didn't seem to hear or didn't care enough to respond.

"You guys want to get going? I think there's a carnival in town this week!" Claim suggested. I've always wanted to go to the carnival; ever since I was little but my parents couldn't take me.

"Sure! Let's get going!"

***

"Oh, come on! You're too good at this!"

I had once again beat everyone at yet another game. I've never played these games. They just came naturally to me.

"Alright, alright. How about we go get some food?" I said, laughing.

"But we just had lunch. I don't see how you can eat so much," Ashton said. I had always been able to eat a lot. Anything I ate was too good to let go to waste. I shrugged my shoulders and we walked to a nearby concession stand. No one else was hungry but I got some cotton candy. I handed the cashier the money and we were on our way.

After a few more rounds of games, it was starting to get dark.

"Hey, you guys want to go on the ferries wheel before heading home?" Luke asked.

"Have you been watch cheesy teen romance movies again, Luke?" Michael asked back.

"N-no," we all laughed but headed towards the ferries wheel anyway.

The line to the Ferris wheel was ungodly long. We ended up teasing each other about different "guilty pleasures". Nothing dirty, as we were technically in a children's park. But the kind of stuff like Luke's interest in sappy romances. Turns out, Ashton has a stuffed turtle named Indie; Calum's animal underwear; Michael never leaves his stuffed lion at home; it always comes on tour. Cute.

As the night wore on and we moved forward in the line, I heard a few voices calling my name. When I turned around to see the sources, my eyes lit up and I nearly screamed.

"Oh my gosh! Hi! I haven't seen you guys in so long!" I pulled the two into a big group hug. When we let go, I saw confused faces on the group's faces. I quickly explained.

"Sorry, guys. This is Trinity and Maddie, two of my best friends since elementary school." I introduced.

"It's nice to meet you two," Michael said, shaking Trinity's hand, then Maddie's, "I'm Michael." The rest of the boys followed suit, but I could tell Calum and Ashton were a little nervous when introducing themselves to Trinity and Maddie respectively. After all the introductions were done, I turned back to the girls.

"Hey, you guys want to come on the Ferris wheel with us? We're almost to the front," I offered.

"Sure!" Trinity said, and they joined us in line. Though we were close to the front, it still took a while for us to get to our carts. Meanwhile, everyone started getting aquatinted.

I had met Trinity and Maddie back when we all went to elementary school together. Trinity left after a few years but we all remained friends. We had done so much together over these past years; I wouldn't trade them for the world.

We all made it to the front and were able to be seated in the same cart. (It's one of the big ones, like in Seattle.) I was sat between Michael and Luke on one side and Trinity and Maddie sat together in between Calum and Ashton. The view was breathtaking. At our height, we were able to see over trees and buildings, all the way out to the coastline. It was glorious.

As the night wore on, I could tell the girls were getting more and more tired. A few minutes later, Maddie was leaning on Ashton's shoulder and Trinity was wrapped under Calum's arm. I smiled, knowing that, if anything happened between them, they would be in good hands.

Seeing Trinity and Maddie drifting off, I yawned, leaned back, and stared off into the horizon. I felt an arm move around my shoulders and a head rest on mine. A few colored locks of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes told me it was Michael. I smiled at the gesture.

Yeah. Everything is ok.

This is chapter one to a fanfic I wrote for a friend. Enjoy!

"Hello?! Earth to Amy!" A pair of fingers came snapping in front of me so violently, I nearly dropped my Kahlua. I was zoning out, seeming to stare off into nothing. But I wasn't staring off into nothing. I was staring at a certain blonde, 21-year-old. I snapped back to reality and faced my supervisor.

"Amy, come on! The boys don't know what's happening at next month's concert! Get them those itineraries," she handed me a small stack of packets. The exact same packets I had just printed out less than an hour ago. But, none the less, they needed them, and the crew thought they only needed one production assistant for this whole tour.

I made my way over to the guys and struggled to keep my composure. I'd been a fan of their's since 2011. Now, I was working as a production assistant with them. Talk about a dream come true.

"Here you guys go," I handed them the packets and struggled to not freak out.

"Thanks!" Luke said, "You're the new production assistant, right?" 

"Y-yeah. My name's Amy," I struggled with what to do next. Should I shake his hand? Would that make him uncomfortable? Should I just leave? But isn't that rude? I ended up being even more awkward by silently standing there. Come on, Amy, just excuse yourself and go back to work, "Well, I should get back to work," I began to walk away when Ashton started talking.

"Hang on. We should hang out sometime. We know everyone in the crew already, but you seem fun," Was I hearing what I thought I was? The Ashton Irwin was inviting me, the newbie production assistant, to hang out with him and the rest of the band. I almost screamed my head off at the idea, but they probably would have issued a restraining order against me if I did.

"S-Sure! When would want to meet up?" He looked back at the other members and Michael spoke up.

"How about after the rehearsal? We can grab some lunch and see where the afternoon goes." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Sounds great! I'll see you then," I walked back to my supervisor, trying not scream and jump around. My supervisor seemed suspicious of why I was so happy, but she didn't ask about it. I wasn't even rehearsing anything but I wanted this practice to be over.

***

To explain how tired I felt, I was asked to arrive at 5 am. Rehearsal has lasted till 1 pm. That's 8 hours with coffee, food, and constantly running errands. But no amount of coffee, food, or energy could match my excitement for this afternoon. I was going out to eat with my four idols (since I was 15). But first, I had to find them.

It didn't take very long. The guys were being constantly surrounded and approached by producers, directors, makeup artists, and fashion specialists. Wow, I didn't know THAT much went into preparing for a concert. I walked over to them, though it took a while to get their attention through the crowds of managers surrounding them. They were finally able to break away and they walked over to me. 

"Amy! Sorry about that back there. They're all pretty stressed about the concert next month," Michael apologized. I didn't care, though. I was just happy to hang out with them.

"It's no problem. I'm sure you guys are pretty stressed too. So, where do you want to go eat?"

"How about Nando's? There's one just down the street," Calum suggested. I loved Nando's! It's such a good restaurant.

"Sounds great! Let's go," I almost ran off, I was so excited. Once we got outside, we could see Nando's from the doorway.

"I'll race one of you there," I challenged.

"You're on," Michael said. The stair leading to the front door had a railing around it, so while Michael bolted down the stairs, I hopped over the railing, landed on my feet, and took off, giving me a few feet head start.

I must say, Michael is a fast runner. So I had to really speed up to be able to win. We barreled down the sidewalk Leaving Luke, Calum, and Ashton walking. We dodged through people, dogs, trash cans, lamp posts, flower beds, and fire hydrants just to make it to the restaurant.

500 feet.

My lungs burned. My legs hurt. My breaths were shallow. But I wasn't slowing down.

200 feet.

Michael was starting to catch up. I could hear his footsteps getting louder and louder.

100 Feet.

He matched my distance. We sprinted side by side, trying desperately to outrun each other.

50 feet.

I pulled ahead. I gathered the last remaining energy I had and pooled it into the last 50 feet.

0 Feet.

I did it! I made it! I slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant about 5 seconds before Michael did. We walked towards each other. 

"I won! Yeah!" I was tried. I was out of breath. Everything hurt. I hadn't eaten anything yet today and I haven't had any coffee. I felt myself falling forward, only to be caught by my opponent.

"Wow. Don't go passing out on me there. The others are coming. Let's get you something to eat," Michael said, holding me so I wouldn't hit the pavement. I couldn't help myself; my face started to burn and I stood on my own just as the others walked up.

"You two done with your race?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah. I won!" I announced gleefully.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, miss. I'm-gonna-pass-out. Let's go get lunch," And we all walked into the eatery together.

[ ] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[ ] You own a designer purse
[ ] You own perfume that cost over $60
[X] You had/have fake nails
[ ] You have more hair products and body products than you can use
[ ] Your pet is a Chihuahua/Pomeranian/Yorkshire Terrier/Siamese/Shih Tzu/Mini anything
[ ] You have clothes/shoes/accessories for your pet
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp
[ ] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper
[X] A pink comforter, carpeting, walls or sheets (Regretably)
Total: 1

Do you:

[ ] Spend more time at the mall than you do at homework
[ ] Have/had a hair color that is not natural
[ ] Have "blonde moments"
[ ] Buy stuff because it's awesome and then never wear/use it
[x]  Dance around in your room when nobody else is home.
[ ] Have a name for your car
[ ] Know what celebrity is dating who and who broke up this week
[ ] Refuse to go out in public without makeup
[ ] Prefer to be called "princess"
Total: 1

Do you love:

[ ] Makeup
[ ] Glitter
[ ] The color Pink
[ ] Jewelry
[ ] Mirrors
[ ] Chick flicks
[ ] Shoes
[ ] Rainbows
[X] Unicorns
[X] Disney Movies
[ ] Flowers
[ ] Stuffed Animals
[ ] Purses

Total: 2

Do you shop at:

[ ] Coach
[ ] Forever 21
[X] Victoria's Secret (Solely because no where else has my bra size -_-)
[ ] Guess
[ ] Claire's
[ ] Express
[ ] Delia's
[ ] Hollister
[ ] American Eagle
[ ] Abercrombie Fitch
[ ] Aeropostale
Total: 1

Do you say:

[ ] Whatever
[ ] Oh my gosh/goodness
[ ] Hun
[ ] Fugly
[ ] That's hot
[ ] Dunzo
[ ] Darling
[ ] Bff
[ ] Cutie
[ ] Hottie
[ ] Skank
[ ] Totally
[ ] For Sure
Total: 0

Do you read:

[ ] Cosmopolitan
[ ] Glamour
[ ] Marie Claire
[ ] Elle Girl
[ ] Teen Vogue
[ ] People
[ ] Us Weekly
[ ] Star
[ ] Self
[ ] PerezHilton.com
[ ] Dlisted.com
[ ] Seventeen
[ ] people.com
[ ] usmagazine.com
[ ] popsugar.com
[ ] Pink Is The New Blog.com
Total: 0

Do you love these: (I've never seen any of these)

[ ] Legally Blonde
[ ] Elizabethtown
[ ] Mean Girls
[ ] Now & Then
[ ] The Notebook
[ ] A Walk to Remember
[ ] Sweet Home Alabama
[ ] Where the Heart is
[ ] Just my luck
[ ] John Tucker Must Die
[ ] Center stage
[ ] Bring it On
[ ] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
[ ] Mona Lisa Smile
[ ] My Girl
[ ] Wedding Date
[ ] 10 Things I Hate About You
Total: 0

Do you really enjoy: (Still never seen these)

[ ] America's Next Top Model
[ ] Project Runway
[ ] Desperate Housewives
[ ] The Simple Life
[ ] 8th & Ocean
[ ] Sex & the City
[ ] Grey's Anatomy
[ ] The O.C.
[ ] The City
[ ] Nip/Tuck
[ ] Gilmore Girls
[ ] Degrassi
Total: 0

Grand Total: 5

Take your total and multiply it by 2. Then repost this as "I am __ % girly" With the number you got as the percent of course.

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