Summary: Canada just wants to make his father happy. France just wants to be a good papa and make his son feel better. Franada. Human names are used. Rated 'M' for a reason.

Papa Know's Best

Matthew rolled over in bed and pretended to be asleep. If his papa thought he was sleeping, maybe he'd leave him alone.

"Mathieu," Francis whispered.

He loosened his necktie and let it hang around his neck loosely. Matthew tried to stay as quiet as ever. He even tried to slow down his breathing a bit so that it wouldn't sound so harsh and rushed.

"Papa had a hard day at the world meeting today. It was so long and hard. Very, very hard."

Matthew felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him. He stopped all breathing, hoping that his papa would go away. Next, he felt a trail of wet kisses along his neck that made his shiver all over. He tried hard not to buck his hips against his papa. He tried to keep all of his sounds at the back of his throat. It was a difficult job.

"P-père...do you," Matthew whimpered slightly "want me to make it go away?"

"Oui," was the simple answer Francis gave him before lying on his back.

Matthew crawled over to his papa and straddled his waist. He looked up at Francis who gave him a simple nod. Matthew's small hand cupped the bulge in his slacks and rubbed it roughly. His papa let out a sigh and bit his lip. Matthew knew that he was doing a good job.

He unzipped his papa's pants and pulled them down to his thighs.

"Go on mon cher fils," Francis purred. "Put it inside of you."

Matthew nodded and lifted up his nightgown, holding the front end in his teeth. He positioned himself over his papa's penis and took it all in. He didn't care how badly it hurt, he just wanted to make his papa feel good.

"You know, I could have made it go in easier, mon cher," Francis hummed. "But you were a bad boy today."

"Je suis désolé, père," Matthew whispered, letting the nightgown fall around his lap.

Tears came to his eyes, but he tried to hold them back. He needed to make his papa feel good. Matthew rocked his hips forward and back to get used to the feeling before he made his move.

Francis moaned loudly. No matter how many times they've done it, Matthew still managed to be this tight inside.

"Mmmm...oh! Désolé, papa. Désolé,"

He moved just like his papa taught him. Up. Down. Forward. Back. Up. Down. Forward. Back.

"Ah!"

Francis thrust into the boy roughly. He grabbed Matthew's hips tightly and rocked his hips up and back, following the quickening rhythm.

"Oh! Matthieu! Oui! Yes! Go down harder on Papa! Oui, just like that!"

"Aaaah! Papa!"

Matthew's movements were frantic now. He wanted to make his papa feel good. He wanted his papa to feel as good as he was feeling now.

"Papa, how d-d-does it f-feel inside me?"

"Y-You're so warm, mon cher. And tight too. I would never let anyone have you mon fils."

Matthew huffed out a strangled apology as his papa came inside him.

"Paaapaaaaa~!" he cried and stopped all his movements so that he could release.

It felt so good to see his papa happy. He only wanted to be a good boy for papa, and now he made his papa proud.

"Did you like it père?"

"Oui Matthieu."

Matthew pulled himself off of his papa's lap and snuggled beside him. Francis ran his fingers through his son's hair and smiled.

"Je t'aime papa," he whispered.

"Je t'aime, Matthieu."

Matthew smiled when he felt a warm blanket settle over his body. He couldn't stop smiling. Francis chuckled, wrapping an arm around his little Canadian. No one could take that away from him. He loved his son very much and he didn't plan on letting anyone get in the way of that.

A/N: My first FraCan fanfiction. I was hoping France didn't turn out to be much of the 'bad guy' in the story, but, hey, whatever the outcome I'm still hoping it manages to be a good story.

Please review and maybe I'll upload another chapter (maybe).

With love, for now,

~Maxx