"Why the bloody hell would I want to go to France's house for a party?" Britain barked at America who had presented him with an invitation.
"I don't want to go either! But Matthew wants to go, and there is no way I can leave him alone with that frog! I have to keep him safe, I'm the hero!" America laughed loudly before pouncing on the older nation, who was laying naked under the blankets of his bed. "Please? For my little brother!"
"Fine fine! Only to keep you safe from that insufferable git, you're arse is mine." Britain pulled him down in a fierce kiss. "But, you owe me."
"Yeah I do!" America kissed him back and pulled back the blankets.
Canada knocked on the door of France's house. Already he could smell delicious food cooking and he stomach spoke it's anticipation. His company was too busy to notice as they flirted relentlessly behind him.
The door opened to show a beautiful blonde man holding a platter of delicious looking food and Canada smiled brightly as their blue eyes met. "Bonjour!" France sang, throwing his free arm around Canada's shoulder. "Bienvenue! Don't be strangers!" He pulled the smaller male inside the house, leaving the door open for Britain and America to follow.
Some of the other nations were there; the rest of the allies, even Italy was there with Germany, along with Prussia and and more but Canada made no notice.
"How can you deny the awesome me a date?" A drunken Prussia slurred to Italy, who just poked at the Gilbird.
"What the hell is with you German bastards and Italy!" Romano yelled at Prussia, though he sent a poisonous glare at Germany who roundly ignored it. Spain tried not to laugh at the Italian, pulling him away.
"Hé! Stop yelling! Zat is no way to behave!" France glared at them before turning his attention back to the boy in his hold. "I apologize, zey are such brutes! I don't even know why I invited zem! Perhaps next time it will just be you." He simmered, his face merely centimeters from the smaller male's.
Canada blushed at the statement, wondering what he meant but his thoughts were interrupted. "Are you hungry, ma chére?"
"Francis! Back off!" America laughed, shoving his arm off of his brother's shoulders.
"But he's so cute! Just look at zat face! I'd rather have him for dinner." France purred, moving towards the uncomfortably red nation once again.
"Francis! Stop that! You're not getting this one!" America hugged his brother close while Britain left his friend's side to find alcohol.
"Alfred! I'll be good to him! Très bonne! Please?" France whined. The other merely brushed him off and dragged the younger away.
It didn't take long until the blonde man reappeared, carrying food and 2 glasses of wine. He managed to pull Canada away from Britain and his lover as their lips were locked tight as they kissed each other hungrily. "No sex on my couch!" France managed to add, unnoticed as he snuck away with the younger nation. "Not for you anyway." He snickered under his breath.
"This is a wonderful party." Canada said quietly, a smile on his adorable face. France laughed, wine still in one hand and pulled him into a more private room. It was small with a couch and very fancy, just like the rest of his house.
"Matthew! Please, stop with zese formalities! Let's get a little more, personal." France purred and pulled the other to the couch by his hand. He sat as close the the smaller male as permitted without scaring him and handed him a glass of wine.
Canada accepted it as not to be rude, and locked their blue eyes once again. An obvious spark spread between them and they both smiled. "I am certainly glad you showed up, Matthew." France purred before taking a drink from his glass. "It's ok to relax." He laughed, softly grabbing the others hand that was holding the alcohol and moved it slowly towards his mouth, encouraging him to drink.
Matthew himself couldn't help but laugh and took a drink, for the other nation at least so as not to offend, and found himself slightly attracted to the sweet yet, fierce drink. "Thank you." He relaxed a little, feeling somewhat more comfortable.
"You know what? I don't understand how people mistake you for zat bastard America. You're so much cuter!" His words made Canada blush slightly and he diverted his attention to his glass.
"You know, you're the only one who doesn't mistake us. Cuba usually gets it right but still, when he doesn't..." He trailed off, nervously laughing.
"Well I zink zey're all idiots, I could tell you apart even if you had ze same out fits on and were standing side. By. Side." He tapped Canada's nose with each of his last three syllables, leaning in closer to the smaller blonde.
He brushed his lips softly over Matthews and allowed him to press their lips together.
Canada clumsily kissed him back, somewhat shocked at what was happening. France pulled back and took another drink, laughing slightly.
Something crashed in the room on the other side of the door where they had left the party. "Where the hell are Matthew and Francis!" America screamed.
"Alfred! Get your bloody arse back here and finish what you started!" Britain yelled after him.
France slipped to the door and locked it, smiling sweetly. "Just to be safe."