School Trip - France x Reader x England

France x Reader x England - Receptionist
You picked up the phone. "Hell this is Hetalia Academy, how can I help you today?" Putting on a friendly voice, you balanced the phone of your shoulder and held it with your cheek, as you emailed one of the schools teachers about a meeting they where scheduled for. The caller began to complain that one of the teachers at the school had given their son a detention for no good reason. "Please hold on sir, I'll put you through to the head." And so you did, before putting the phone back in its holder and continuing with your work.
You were the receptionist of Hetalia Academy, and while the job wasn't fun, in fact it was rather stressful, you enjoyed being able to chat with fellow colleagues at least. Not to mention it payed well.
"Ciao, bella!" You looked away from your monitor to see Mr. Vargas, an art teacher, holding a briefcase. He wore a navy suit, with no tie, with a dress shirt beneath it, the top button undone. A dandelion was tucked into his pocket, as usual, in a formal but casual way.
"Ciao, Mr. Vargas." You replied, returning your gaze to the monitor.
"Do you-a think you could email Mr. Bielschmidt for me and ask him to help me with some paperwork?"
You sighed. Mr. Vargas, talented as he was when it came to art, was clueless when it came to his paperwork. He often had other members of staff assist him, more commonly Mr. Honda, or Mr. Bielschmidt.
"I'm presuming you mean Ludwig and not Gilbert?"
"Si! Why-a do we need to use second names anyway? It's-a so confusing!" Mr. Vargas said, but his smile did not falter. He was such a light hearted man, always happy about something.
"It's just the way things work, Mr. Vargas. Besides, you call all the ladies 'bella' anyway." You explained.
"Because they're all-a pretty bellas!"
"Oui, especially you, ma cherie." You hadn't noticed Mr. Bonnefoy appear beside Mr.Vargas at your desk, because you'd been distracted with your work. You tore your gaze from the computer to see the flirtatious Frenchman. He was staring at you with those deep blue pools that made most girls faint in awe. Most girls. You were an exception, never taking any of his compliments as more than a pick up line, or something he'd say to any other girl.
Rolling your eyes at him, you raised a quizzical eyebrow. "And how can I help you, Mr. Bonnefoy?"
"I was 'oping you could print off about thirty copies of zhis?" He pushed forward a piece of paper, with french written all over it. Probably for his classes, he was a french teacher after all.
"Anything else?" You asked, picking up the paper as Mr. Vargas slipped away, skipping down the hall.
"Non, unless..." Mr. Bonnefoy cupped your cheek with his hand, giving you his award winning smile. He leaned in close, and his breath tickled your face. "You could give me a kiss?" He whispered seductively in your ear.
"Drop dead!" You pushed him away, with a bright red face, and headed to the printer. Once the copies were done, you handed them to him.
"Merci. Au revoir, ____!" He waved his hand, and winked at you before striding off.
"Au revoir, monsieur douchebag..." You muttered under your breath, returning to your work.

You took your lunch out of your handbag, and headed to the staff room.
You spotted Mr. Kirkland, and decided to sit beside him. "Mind if I sit here, Mr. Kirkland?" You asked politely, pointing to the seat.
"Of course not, love." he said, lifting his gaze from the tea he was sipping as you sat down.
"How have classes been?" You started some conversation with the English teacher.
"Well, my top sets are doing just fine, but some of the kids in the lower sets have no motivation what-so-ever. It's like they don't realize how important the English GCSE is..." He complained.
"Maybe you could motivate them in another way? How about you tell them if they get a certain grade or above, you'll take them on a trip?" You suggested.
"That's bloody brilliant!"
Smiling, you nodded. "I can help organize it, if you like Mr. Kirkland?"
"Thanks, love, that would be great." He paused. "But please, there aren't any students around, so call me Arthur."
"Alright, Arthur. In that case, you may call me ____." You met his green eyes as the two of you discussed plans for the trip, right up until the bell went. You stood up from your seat, "Well, I better get to work. The afternoon ship is always the most busy." You explained.
"Right, I better go too. I need to decided where the trip should be. Should I come to a conclusion, I'll come and talk to you." Arthur straightened his tie, before taking his leave, and you returned to your office.

It was the end of the school day. All of the students were long gone, as well as some of the teachers. You however had stayed behind to finish some paperwork. You were in the middle of signing some forms when you saw Mr. Bonnefoy approaching from the corner of your eye.
"Ah, it must be so boring stuck 'ere doing zhat paperwork." He exclaimed dramatically, leaning on your desk.
Growling under your breath, you nodded. "It's very boring, but I get payed for it so I don;t mind." You tried to tolerate him.
"You know if you ever need someone to entertain you, I'm your man." He smirked.
You flushed bright red, and you were about to retort when someone shouted.
"Get away from her you bloody frog!" Arthur marched towards Mr. Bonnefoy, and hit him on the back of the head. You gave him a grateful glance.
"Thanks, Arthur."
Mr. Bonnefoy rubbed the back of his head where he was hit, and pouted at you. "Why do you call 'im by 'is first name?" He whined.
"Because were friends." You said, causing Arthur to snigger at the Frenchman.
"In zhat case, you must call me Francis!" He insisted, blue eyes pleading.
"F-fine..." You groaned, turning your attention to Arthur. "Did you need anything?"
"Actually, yes! I decided the best place to go for the trip would be an amusement park."
"An amusement park?"
"Yes, kids love amusement parks, the only thing is my class has twenty nine people, so I'd need three members of staff for legal matters. I was hoping you;d come with me?"
You smiled. "I'd love to."
"Great, now we just need a third person." Arthur began to think to himself, and you considered Mr. Jones, or maybe Mr. Williams, until a certain laugh interrupted your thoughts.
"Ohonhonhon~, I am a third person, non?"
Both you and Arthur exchanged a look before staring back at Francis. "He is a third person." You debated, reluctantly siding with the Frenchman.
"I suppose..." Arthur sighed. "Fine, you can come."
"Tres bien!" Francis cheered happily, looking pleased. "Now, when are we going?"

It was the day of the trip. You were counting students as they piled into the bus.
'27, 28, 29...'
"Yep, we have all twenty nine!" You confirmed to Arthur, who was making sure everyone had their seat belts on.
"Good, now wheres that french wan-" Arthur began, but stopped himself when he reminded himself there were students around. "Ehem... Where's Francis?" He asked, looking about himself.
"I haven't seen him, shall I search?"
"Non. Not to worry, mademoiselle." Francis suddenly appeared at the door.
"I wasn't worried." You blankly stated as he handed you a red rose, causing all the students to whistle and cheer.
"For you, ma cherie." He grinned, and for the first time you were falling for his looks, just a tiny bit... But you weren't as naive as the other gals.
"Thanks, but I don't like roses." You brushed him off, and went to take a seat when you realized there were no seats left.
Groaning in annoyance, you grabbed onto a handle and Arthur gave the driver the okay to go.
"How long is the journey?" You asked Arthur, who along with Francis, was also standing.
Arthur tsked. "Really _____, I thought it was the students job to ask that."
You raised an eyebrow at him, and he got the message. "It's about half an hour."
Francis flirted with you throughout the journey, even making you blush a few times, and Arthur grumbled like a grumpy old man. When the bus came to a halt at the amusement park, you couldn't have been more happy.
"Alright everyone, meet back here at exactly half three, it's-" Arthur paused to check his watch "-quarter to ten now, that gives you roughly five hours. Go around in groups of three at the minimum. If you need any of us-" He gestured to himself, you and Francis, "-We'll be at the cafe you can see on the map."
"Now go and 'ave fun!" Francis concluded, and as all of the students scampered off to different rides and attractions, the three of you went to the cafe.
Arthur ordered tea and a scone, Francis ordered a croissant and coffee, and you got (snack) and (drink).
"So, did the plan work?" You asked Arthur, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass out of habit.
"Pardon?" He raised a bushy eyebrow quizzically.
"Did your students grades improve?"
"Oui, I was wondering zhe same thing, mon ami." Francis added.
"Yes, actually they improved drastically. Thank you ___. If it weren't for you, they would have failed their exams."
You blushed at the compliment. "You're being modest!"
"I'm really not, love. If you ever need help, remember I owe you one."
You just nodded taking a dainty bite of your (snack).
"Arzhur, are you sure we can't go on any of zhe rides?" Francis complained, staring longingly at the Ferris wheel, muttering "It lookz like zhe perfect place for romance..."
"I'm sorry Francis but no we can't so stop asking me." Arthur said, looking frustrated.
"They do look fun..." You agreed, eyeing a roller coaster from the cafe window.
"Perhaps you and I could come back here someday, ___?" Arthur blushed at his request, and so did you.
"L-Like a date?" You whispered timidly, and Arthur nodded. Neither of you noticed Francis jaw tick in irritation.
"Oui! All three of us could come here on a date!" He grinned happily, with a cunning chuckle, before you could give Arthur an answer. "Zhen we can get a 'otel and 'ave a threesome!"
"F-Francis!" You gasped, going bright red at the pervy thoughts now entering your mind.
"YOU AREN'T INVITED BLOODY WANKER!"
"Arzhur, don't be shy about losing your virginity in a threesome." Francis teased, and it was Arthur's turn to blush, mainly in anger.
"Boys!" You silenced them, "I think it would be a great idea to come back here the three of us. As for the threesome..."