Babble: This is for my beloved friend who's birthday was on the 22nd of last month! (I'm a terrible and rather lazy friend okay) (for privacy reasons I will call her Dish Soap)

To Dish Soap From Teddy: Happy Birthday~ Hope you like this because I was pushed so far out of my comfort zone it's not even funny. And sorry for the shortness.

Warnings: Crack pairing, Uke! Russia, epicly short,oh and gay sex


Francis smirked at the Russian leaning on him. The usually terrifying nation was apparently a very clingy drunk and France couldn't help but think that Russia's pouting face was cute as hell.

"Where are we going, da?"
Russia asked nuzzling his face into France's neck.

"Calm down, We'll be there in a second..." Francis said trying to keep the mischievous tone out of his voice. He failed completely. Russia was fortunately too far gone to care.


Russia woke on an unfamiliar bed confused and still a little sleepy. His limbs felt heavy and his eyes had difficulty focusing on the objects around him. After a few minutes he realized a grinning France was standing next to the bed. Once the perverted nation realized that the larger one was awake he climped on the bed a straddled the silver haired one.

"France? What are you doing? Where are you touching?""

France ignored the larger, furiously working on trying to unclothe the usually violent nation . Russia continued his quiet protests until France removed the sileverette's boxers, grabbing at his member. Francis smirked and bent down depositing a kiss on Ivan's cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good."

France fished some lube out of his jeans (What kind of nation of love would he be without it?) before taking them off, keeping his shirt on.

He covered three fingers with the slippery stuff, shoving two in immediately.

Ivan groaned at the uncomfortable feeling while trying to push out the fingers. Francis kissed him roughly before biting his neck to distract him. Just as he finished a dark hickey he slipped in the third finger making some scissoring motions and began prodding around. The blonde poked a spot that was a little bit softer than the rest and almost immediately the larger nation arched off the bed. Francis caught a glimpse of Ivan's eyes and was happy to see only submission and lust, none of the earlier nervousness.

With a smirk France pulled his fingers out of Russia, savoring the small whimper the man below him made before lubing up his cock and pushing the head of it into the others entrance.

Russia moaned in pleasure, but before he could say anything Francis was pushing roughly into him, not even giving the large man a chance to adjust before pounding him into the mattress. Ivan moaned as the pleasure increased and screamed as the blonde began hitting his prostate dead on with every harsh thrust.

It wasn't long until the less experienced man came, all of his seed spilling on his stomach. France pulled out before flipping Ivan onto his hands and knees pounding into him from behind. Russia moaned as he felt France go even deeper into him. And when he felt France's cum squirt on his abused prostate he came a second time before collapsing onto the now filthy bed.
Francis kissed the back of Ivan's neck before whispering, "I should get you drunk more often."


-Head desk- That was so embarresing to write. You better love me Ms. Dish Soap. Happy Birthday sweetie~ May I be better about not procrastinating by Christmas.