Dernièrne Danse || modern! FrUK one-shot

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: FrUK/France x England/Francis Bonnefoy x Arthur Kirkland

Plot: After a night with his French lover, Arthur has a new playlist of songs to share with his students….


Morning. Ugh, why did he wake up earlier than the alarm rang? He lost a little bit of his precious sleep which he needed to make it through a tiring school day.

Arthur was a teacher. He taught English in a private high-school in London. Every morning he would get up early and walk his way to the school.

That morning though he woke up to the face of a sleeping Frenchman. He screamed causing him to wake up. “NAPOLEON LOST IN WATERLOO-” He shouted, God knows what he was dreaming. Arthur was about to laugh at that when he noticed he was not wearing a shirt. “WHAT ARE YOU WEARING!?”

“How about you?”

He looked at himself. He was naked…“nothing…”

“We are wearing the same.” Francis responded annoyingly when his phone rang.

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit.Je danse avec le vent, la pluie.Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel, et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse.

Was the song echoing from it and Francis after rolling his eyes at Arthur picked it up. “Oui? D'acord.” Two words were enough for the call. “It was my boss… I got to go”

“I’ll text you. Sorry for overreacting”

“Don’t you everytime?”


Arthur felt sorry. Everytime he woke up besides Francis he would freak out and scream and push him away from him. He forgot they were a couple. He sighed softly. He was so deeply lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realized that his students had arrived.

Of course his students wouldn’t complain. It was a chance for them not to have a lesson.

Arthur close his mind and all that came to his mind were thoughts of Francis and his many attempts to bring a smile to his face even if that meant making a fool of himself.

As the pictures of Francis came into his mind he couldn’t control the song that came out of his lips… The song that from now on will always remind him of his beloved…

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit.Je danse avec le vent, la pluie.Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel, et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse.

His students stared in shock not able to believe in their ears. Did their teacher, Arthur Kirkland, the man who hated everything French with all his heart and would scold students who ate croissants in class… just sang a French song?

As he opened his eyes he realized what he had just done and panicked. ‘Keep calm, Arthur’ he thought to himself as he cleared his throat and went on to his lesson without talking about that, as if it never happened.

On his break he grabbed his phone and googled “English lyrics dernière danse”

Person A: Oh man, I forgot my earbuds for this 4 hour trip. It’s a shame no one is willing to share their music.

Person B, sighing and holding out an earbud: Here.

Person A, cackling and immediately taking the opportunity to lay on B’s shoulder: My savior

(in the back)

Person C: A has earbuds. I can see them sticking out of their bag.

Person A: I love you

Person B: I love you too


Person A: We’ve literally been married for 3 years

Person B: You were at the wedding, remember?

Person C: You totally like each other. You should go out

Person B: You made the DJ play Anaconda for the first dance

Person C: *doing finger guns and walking away backwards* I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone ;)

Me: *reading gay porn fanfic in public space*

Person across: *stares*

Me, thinking: do they know what I am doing? No, it’s impossible.

Person: *keeps staring*

Me: *feeling guilty, close the fanfic and go see cute animals pics*