He's come undone
I based this story on a picture I saw on the internet. It was of France kissing America behind England's back.
cocococo
England was talking to America when he heard someone call his name and turned to the person. While England was distracted, France made his move. He slipped in front of America, surprising him with a tongue kiss. America, caught in the moment of surprise, had his mouth open and France took advantage. America blushed and moaned, drawing England attention. England was furious. He pulled France off his boyfriend.
"What the hell, Frog! America is mine!"
"Is he? Look at him. He experienced a real kiss, not one of your weak pecks."
Horrified England turned to America who was in a turned-on state. He was blushing with a glazed look on his face. His shaking fingers were on his lips, as if he never felt anything so wonderful. England felt his heart break. After all they went through. The up and down nature of their relationship, from discovering America, to their break up during the Revolution, to their joining during the World Wars. All undone by one kiss? France was laughing his head off.
"Hon hon hon, I've won. What a perfect success. I won the heart of this beautiful young man and crushed England at the same time. Hon hon hon."
Finally America came to. He gazed at France with wonder.
"France! I'm so amazed. What a wonderful thing you shared with me."
He then turned to his boyfriend and England braced for the finishing blow. England never loved anyone like he loved America. England felt his heart crumble. He couldn't bear to look into those beautiful, earnest eyes. He turned his head.
"England! Why didn't you tell me…Why didn't you tell me how good French food tastes!"
England's head whipped around.
"What?!"
"Whatever France just ate, tasted so good. Sweetie, can you make it for me? Please."
The truth of what America was actually thinking washed over France and England. England laughed in relief and hugged his boyfriend. France was frozen in shock.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking about you the whole time, but he tasted so good. I did learn a new technique. Want to practice it?" America said excitedly. England could only nod. America held his boyfriend head still and bent down with a loving look on his face. England had the same look on his own face. America began to kiss him and added the twirling tongue, which made England moan.
"Come on Sweetie let's go to my place. I just changed the sheets this morning." Suggested America.
"Yes, My Love." Answered England.
With their arms wrapped around the other's waist, they walked off together, leaving France behind.
"What the hell happened?" Pondered France.
"He only liked my food and thought about sharing my techniques with his boyfriend. Like hell I'm going to teach him my cooking techniques too. You're banned from my restaurants also!"
France stalked off in the opposite direction of the lovey-dovey couple.
cocococo
I'm not suggesting that US and UK don't know how to tongue kiss, just that France is the master of it, obviously.
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