(Arthers nute. Hetalia don't belong ta me, so don attack or flame me in reviews, okay? Okay. I hope you enjoy this story because FruMania is my favorite pairing and they don't have a lot of stories about it at allllllllllllllllll! I Love ya all, byeea)

France was beard again. He was stuck in Pari with none none to do. He sipped whine, sighing helplessly.

"Everyone one iz buzy zoday….vhat could I zo?"

He asked imself befre he got a thought bubbre. "Ah, I can go zo zhe bar~!" He shouted, getting up form his couch to get dressed real sexy.

(Timeskip because I'm too lazy.)

The bar was lit! Music was booming and booty's were shaking on the dance floor. France had already began to feel toxicated, but he asked the bartender, who had gigantic breasts, for another red whine. "O-Okay~" She had said, moving out back to fetch the half buzzed France another whine; the sound of her massive knockers echoing across the bar. As France laid his head on the table, he felt someone slip into the sit next to him, causing him to turn his head to see who was. As he did, he came in sight with the most beautiful creature on Earrth. His eyes were a glistening cherry red, his hair was a soft stareberry bond…his face was struced like demons. That beautiful creature turned his head, giving France a toothy, white smile.

"Hallo~" He greeted, a martini in his perfect little hand.

France couldn't help but stare...the man looked so….so fuckable.

"B-Bonjour.." France managed yo get out, cearing throat. That beautiful red eyed creature giggled, putting drink down.

"I'm Romania…and you are~?"

France couldn't believe his hearing drums; that beautiful creature was a nation? "I'm France….the country of love, honhonhonh~" He had a rose appear in his hand, handing it to the now blushing southeastern nation. "F-France?" He questioned, taking the beautiful rose that was the color of his beautiful eyes. "Oui…that's me~." France proudly claimed. "W-Wow…another nation." Romanie breathed, still blushing as red as his eyes. France couldn't help but reach out and take Rome's hand, his hand small and soft like a child's. Romania glanced at hands befre ganking at the country of love, his cheeks redder. "Do you want to come home tonight~?" France questioned. Romania nodded, speechless. France had piced up his beauty, running out the bar.

(Timeskip becaue I'm too lazy.)

Their clothes wer off and pats sounded off the walls as France marked Romania wherever he could mark his beautiful, bale skin. "O-Oh goodness~" Romania whispered, flushed deeply red as the rose that France gave him at the bar club thingy. France thrusted straight into Rina's butt, causing Romania to moan. "Ah~!" The red-eyed nation gripped rose printed sheets, the bed cracking like rice krispie cereal. France came in him, feeling him like one of his crepes.

They had panted, moaning s France removed gimself out of dat gorgeous ass. "Goodnight, amor~" France whispered, kissing forehead of Romania. Romania smiled, taking his hand and falling asleep. "Goodnight~"