You pulled at your (h/c) hair with your brush, desperately trying to untangle the multiple knots.

After a while of failing, you let out a frustrated sigh and chucked the (f/c) brush at the wall.

Reaching for the phone, you slumped on your bed. 'I don't really have a choice...' you thought as the person on the other side answered.

"Bonjour? (Y/n)? Calling zhe beautiful me? Zhis must be a very special occasion~" purred the French man.

Sighing inwardly, you replied, "Francis, my hair is an utter mess and-"

"OH NON!!!! 'AVING 'AIR PROBLEMS?! I SHALL BE RIGHT OVER!!!" And with that he hung up.

"..." you sat there in shock and annoyance.

'Oh shit. He'll be over soon,' you thought to yourself and ran to where your older brother, Arthur, was.

"Uhh, Artie?" You nervously fiddled with your fingers, knowing that Arthur hated Francis' guts to death.

Arthur looked up from his book, "yeah- err, what's up with your hai-"

Holding up a hand to make him quiet, you continued talking. "My hair is being a meany and Francis is coming over to help me..."

Your brother suddenly stood up. "What?! No way am I letting that frog to be alone with you!" He shouted as the front door swung open.

"(Y/N)!!! I CAME ASAP!!!" Francis let out a girlish screech as he saw your hair.

Dramatically, he fell to his knees and put a hand on his forehead in a damsel-in-distress way. "It's... it's w-worse zhan I zhought..."

"Ehh... right. Just please help me." You facepalmed at his over-dramatic attitude.

Arthur suddenly got really close to Francis. "Touch my sister in any inappropriate way and you die." He hissed.

You smirked. "And how will that be? Forcing him to eat one of your scones?"

"I don't see what's so bad about them!" Arthur whined as Francis grabbed your wrist and dragged you to your room.

Closing the door, he made you sit down in front of your mirror.

"Umm, Francis? Are you sure you can, uhh, fix... whatever... this... is?" You asked nervously, pointing to your messed-up hair.

Pulling out a brush that seemed to come out of nowhere, Francis smiled. "I can fix anyzhing!"

"Gee, thanks, Fix-It-Felix..." you muttered. "Just fix my hair."

"Right~!" Francis winked and held up a pair of scissors with his other hand.

You blinked multiple times. "Where the hell are you getting this stuff from?! A portal or something?!"

"Just shut up and let me do the Magic~"

Huffing, you pouted and crossed your arms. "Well, then... rude."

-LATER-

"OW!!! WHAT THE HELL?!" You screamed. "GET IT OUT!!! GET IT OUT!!!"

"I-I'm trying...!!" Was Francis' frantic reply.

"OWIE!!!"

"J-just stop moving and-"

"FRANCIS, GET IT THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!!"

"I-I can't!! It's s-stuck or somezhing!!"

"I WANT IT OUT!!!"

"It's caught in a h-huge knot!!"

"FRANCIS!!!"

"I'M TRYING ZHE BEST I CAN, (Y/N)!!!"

Suddenly the door burst open, revealing a very pissed-off looking Iggy. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO NOT RAPE MY SISTER!!"

"Owie..." you shoved Francis away and rubbed your head.

"What? The brush got tangled up in (Y/n)'s hair," Francis explained, pointing to the random pink brush sticking out of your hair.

"Well it sounded pretty wrong to me..." Arthur muttered.

"Ohhh..." you and Francis realized what you two were screaming at each other and blushed madly.

"Y-you... PERVERT!" You smacked your brother on his arm.

Arthur sweatdropped and scratched the back of his head. "Ehh..."

-Extended Ending-

"Wow, Francis," you pet your soft hair, "you're a miracle worker!"

"Why merci, (Y/n)," Francis leaned down to your ear. "I wouldn't mind hearing you screaming my name again..." he whispered.

"E-EH?!"

"Back off, you git!!"

"Wha- I-I was, uh... just k-kidding?!"

Pow! Smack! Whack!

"WHERE DID YOU GET ZHAT PAN FROM?!"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU BLOODY PERVERT!!"

"N-non!! Wait!! AIIEEE!!!"

WHOMP!!

"...that's... gonna leave a mark..."

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Haha. The ending sucked, I know.

Anyways, hope I managed to make you laugh!