AN: Just a little something I had knocking around.

France yawned as he boredly flicked his pencil to Prussia who flicked it back. He looked up at England who was talking about the meeting at hand. She looked worried though as she kept fidgeting and pulling her shirt down and pushing her glasses up. Prussia yawned and smiled "Yo can we leave? I'm bored!"

America nodded "Yeah come on let us leave! I have a date with Prussia to play Call of Duty!"

England pouted and looked at them angrily "Are you not listening to a single word I've been saying?!"

"Yeah yeah yeah. We don't care sugar tits." Prussia stood up and grabbed America's wrist "Come on man!"

America laughed cheerfully "Coming Denmark?"

"Yes of course!" he stood up speedily almost knocking out Norway "Woot let's go!" he laughed happily and ran after the happy go lucky American and Prussian.

France smiled as everyone started to leave "I-I haven't finished…" England sighed and sat down "What's the point no one ever bloody listens to me anyway."

France smiled "I listen to you Angleterre~"

England snorted "No you're just a pest." She sighed "I'm so tense!"

France sat on the table in front of her "How about I give you a massage mon amie?"

England looked at him curiously "Really?"

"Oui I don't mind."

"…fine…" England smiled a little "B-but only because I'm tired not because I want you to!"

"Oui I know Miss cold-heart." He smiled. "Let me carry you~" he picked her up making her gasp.

"G-get off!" she pressed her hand to his face and pushed trying to get him to let her go.

"Non you are tired and breaking my neck."

"Good!" England frowned she struggled a little but France held onto her tighter.

"Wh-where are we going?" She asked puzzled.

"Well seeing as how this is your house~ then I might as well put you on your bed. That way you won't run off." He smirked.

"What?! I can still kick you out!" she yelped.

France nodded "Ah oui you could but will you." He grinned and carried her to her bedroom.

"N-no!" England struggled a little but she couldn't be free from the French man's grasp.

He gently placed her on the bed "Lie on your stomach mon chéri."

England sighed and did so, she closed her eyes and flinched as France walked over to the bottom of the bed "Hm…this is going to be hard…take off your skirt you cannot be comfortable."

"Well..i'm not..." she mumbled. Standing up she wriggled off her skirt her cheeks flushed as she saw France's eyes follow the stockings and garter belt "Sh-shut up! They fall down so I need this to keep them up!"

"I never said a word." He grinned.

England pulled off her shirt "There that will annoy me too." Her underwear and bra were very cute. They were pink with little white dots on in a 50's type fashion. Her cheeks went redder as he smirked eyeing them up, they were decorated with a white lace ruff around the breasts and around the top of the underwear and around her legs. "Wh-what?!"

"They don't really go with the stockings do they? Maybe white stockings and a pale pink Garter oui?" he grinned.

England covered her face in embarrassment "Sh-shut up!" She laid on her tummy on the bed "You idiot."

France laughed and slid off her shoes "There~ now just hold on Angleterre." He gently picked up one of her feet "I will take care of your whole body."

"Pervert." She mumbled.

France smiled stroking her foot gently. England sighed shakily and closed her eyes as France gently rubbed his thumbs in the ball of her foot and the arch. "That feels good." She murmured softly.

France nodded "I'm glad." He gently massaged her heel as he watched her relax under his expert fingers. He then moved onto the second foot and massaged the same placed, her soft sighs were now becoming light moans. He smiled softly at her noises "Mon chéri you sound delectable."

"Sh-shut up." England snapped, her cheeks flushed deeply "Just carry on with what you were doing." France smiled and gently rubbed her ankles then her calves he could feel the tension there but it seemed to melt away under his fingers.

England opened her legs a little shyly almost willing him to go on to her thighs, smiling he slid his hands up her thighs and gently massaged them "Is that good?"

"Y-yeah." She moaned.

France leaned down and lightly kissed her backside making her blush "You are such a beautiful woman Angleterre, you may not have large breasts but you are a petit woman so you're perfect the way you are."

England rolled over onto her back and sat up, she gave him a puzzled look "What? What's with this sudden change of attitude?"

France laughed lightly "You cannot tell me you have never once sensed how I feel about you."

"H-honestly? No. I just thought you either hated me or were just trying to get into my pants." She answered.

France laughed "Non…well oui I do want to get into these pretty little things of yours, but I mainly want you."

England looked down shyly "L-like love?"

"You're so insecure." France gently cupped her face "Oui. Je t'aime."

England's breath caught in her throat as she saw the sincerity in his eyes "F-France." She whispered.

"You're so beautiful, I have always been enchanted by you." He murmured.

"Take me." She whispered cupping his face "I am yours."

France pressed his lips to hers but she responded roughly, France remembered that the younger nation was tough she was a former "(and very sexy may he add) pirate. She was used to rough, she lived for adventure and hard man handlings. France kissed her back just as roughly, his hands grabbed her breasts and a small moan slid from between their lips, he took that as an opportunity to force his tongue inside her mouth making her almost melt at the sheer brutality and dominance of his tongue with hers. It sent chills down her body that stopped between her legs.

France could feel himself getting harder with every passing moan, the noises the small female were releasing were just so pleasing to the ears. He pulled out of the kiss slowly "So mon chéri ready to see why I am called the country of love?"

"I-idiot." England muttered.

France laughed lightly and swiftly unhooked her bra with expertise. "Done."

England laid back, she shyly balled her hands into fists and held them up in front of her chest to hide her breasts from the Frenchman's eyes. "Non I wish to see them." He said softly.

"T-take off your clothes first, it's only fair." She answered.

France obeyed and swiftly undressed "Now?" he asked.

"I swear your clothes are made of Velcro." She muttered.

France laughed and climbed on the bed "You are just too cute." He hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them down slowly. England's cheeks heated up again and she looked away from him, slowly France easer her underwear off "There~ what a beautiful sight." He murmured.

England glanced at him "S-stop staring."

France smiled softly "I can't help myself." He threw the underwear and reached out to stroke her thighs. "You have such sexy legs."

"You think so?" England opened her legs slowly "Wh-what about between them?"

"Oui I can't wait to sample that." He pressed his fingers against her sex "It's soft like velvet." He purred.

England blushed heavily as he stared at the small tuft of golden blonde hair circling her sex. "S-stop it!" she yelped.

"Stop what?" France purred.

"Staring." She tried to roll away from him but he grabbed her hips and kept her on her back.

"Stay."

"N-no!" England whined.

"Shush." France lowered his head and licked her neck "Please move your arms." He held her wrists gently.

"No…" she mumbled.

France smiled and grabbed her wrists to pull her arms apart, he pinned them above her head "Angleterre don't make me beg."

England swallowed "I-It's not my fault! You know I'm shy!"

"Shy I think not." France laughed.

England pouted "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No one can have your 'past' and be shy." France smirked.

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"F-France…"

"O-Oui?" he panted.

"Thank you." England smiled softly.

"It was my pleasure." He murmured.

~the end~