ANY USER, FLUFF/POSSIBLE ANGST

Lafayette was your friend for a long time. You have known each other ever since you met at France. You both traveled to America, and grew together. After the war, you and him spent a ton of time together. He would take you out, go on vacations, etc. You also exchanged gifts with each other, and he loved every single one. Every time he invited you over, your gifts were always around the house somewhere.

There was one problem that you couldn't tell him. You have had a crush on him for years. You thought he was the perfect man for you. He was kind, handsome, strong, and funny. But h only saw you as a friend. Any advances on the oblivious Frenchman would either get you friend-zoned, or he wouldn't get the clue.

You were having a picnic, eating happily with your beloved frenchie. You guys made jokes back and forth, and you couldn't help but swoon over his stupid smile. He looked at you as you dazed, confused.

"Are you alright, Mon Ami? You seem a little distracted." He gently passed you a strawberry. "And why are you looking at me like that?" He smiles again.