PLEASE READ: This is a story of an OC who represents Australia. I know Australia exists in Hetalia, but this OC was made before I knew of the canon Australia. Please try to treat Charlotte/Australia as a separate character all together!

*WARNING* Contains LEMON!

As the gracious sun raised high in the succulent blue sky, the trickles of pure golden sunlight sprinkled down onto the peaceful land of England shimmering delicately the wonderful river that ran across the garden of a familiar grand castle. Inside lived the wondrous British gentleman, holding a subtle gathering of countries to enjoy their nonviolent times across the world. Almost every country had attended, bringing a lot of different gifts and stories from around the globe to each other. Everything seemed extremely serene with the exception of a few... loud countries who paroled with a barking voice, but still brought light-hearted amusement to the fellow nations.

The lofty doors of the living space slammed open, revealing a gorgeous new face to the pack. She stood tall and proud, striding self-assured into the excessively hefty room.

"G'day mates! I'm Australia, but ya can call me Aussie!" She winked confidently, pointing her thumb towards herself. Aussie had introduced herself positively with a grin that could easily conflict Italy's.

"Hey, dude! It's me, America the HERO!" America beamed, striding over with just as much confidence and mimicking Australia's hand gesture.

"Alright, Hero! It's been some time!" They high-fived, loudly booming their voices over everyone else's more subtle conversations. With a lot in common, the American and Australian got along with great natter, reminiscing as well as discussing. They had been great friends for some time, but hadn't had much time to meet up again since the Second World War.

"Dude, you should TOTALLY come skateboarding sometime! I bet you'll ROCK!"

"Ridgy-didge, ta! Ya should join me surfing as well! Bet you'll be a beauty!" They bellowed loudly, enjoying one-another's company interestingly, until the brunette and blonde were interrupted with another presence making his way next to the hamburger loving fellow.

"Hello, m'lady, it's been a while, hasn't it?" A striking blonde man smiled casually, and more quietly. Next to each other, it seemed as if the men were completely opposite in comparison; one suited up in a brilliant suit with the most elegant posture, whilst the other sloppily but cheerfully keeping his hands in a dark jacket without a care of how he looked towards others. England seemed much more of a gentleman, who probably could treat a lady to what she pleased, but America seemed more like the time to give a girl a fun time anywhere they were.

"G'day, England! Yeah, it's been some time; good ta see ya again!" She held one hand lazily on her hip while grabbing the rim of her baggy cork hat with the other. Much like America, she didn't really care for the poise of a formal greeting, or a lady-like gesture. She was confident and very cheerful, not as much for dignity.

"So, what business brings you over here, love?" England started up a friendly small talk conversation. America had already excused himself and caused a commotional parade before England could do much. The Aussie girl laughed whole-heartedly, flicking her bouncy fallow locks over her shoulder with a gleeful smirk.

"No business, mate, I was just in the neighbourhood when I ran into-"

"Mon cherié~!" A singing voice rang through their ears before the new woman was tackled from behind.

"-France."

"What are you doing talking to zis English swine? Would you not razher be with me instead, ma belle?" France's tender hands dropped down to the curves of the brown eyed sheila, admiring her slender figure that was complimented incredibly by her plain white singlet and brown baggy shorts. His nose dived into her sleek neck, taking in an amazing scent of the ocean through her long flowing curls while humming in delight.

"Oui, Francis, but ya know I do want to get to know who else there is." She brushed off the taller man's velvety hands and smiled back at England, receiving a disappointed glare.

"Sorry, 'bout that, matey. I'm only 'ere to make sure everything's ripper. The bloody mongrel still thinks Francis is bit of'a clown ya see."

"Well, at least your 'bloody mongrel' – whatever that is – knows what they're thinking." England mocked slyly, smirking behind his hand.

"Hey! Zat was a little uncalled for, you British crétin."

"What did you call me, frog-face?" The Brit's composure was completely knocked down as his fists bawled up and his dazzling green eyes glared immensely over to the French. Bantering words and threats were quickly exchanged between the Europeans without any thought of the poor female standing between both. Being in between both men, Aussie felt a little compelled to stop them before a full blown argument started over her shoulder.

"Alright, lads, that's enough." She put her hands onto the chest of Francis, turning her back quickly onto England but smiling over her shoulder, "Cya this avo, England, good meetin' ya again." She waved him off, earning a 'huh' from the tea lover as she used her strength to push the Frenchman across the room completely caught off-guard.

"Ohonhonhon~ wishing for some alone time wiz me, no?" The blonde beauty grinned cheekily, amused by the girl's actions.

"In your dreams, bloody idiot." She countered, giving a slight wicked seep through her tone. At a far enough distance, she sighed and stopped pushing, rolling her shoulder greatly, "Ya know, ya weigh a tonne!"

"Zat's not very nice. Anyway, a demoiselle such as you shouldn't be working herself so hard."

"Then stop getting yourself into stupid arguments." She sighed defeated. She was so used to France's ways, but it didn't matter, she always ended up worn out after babysitting him so much. However, in the end, she very much enjoyed being with France. Sure, he was a pervert, and sure, he always ran when in danger, but he was still a great guy and certainly could make her laugh. There was nothing that could really break their friendship, and certainly not by another country. They both knew that. She stopped her action and looked around curiously at the strange faces around her. Some she recognised, but some were completely new to her. In her search for some new people who looked like a good person to introduce, her bright brown eyes landed on one of her favourite places with a humble crowd enjoying themselves greatly; a bar.

Quickly, she escaped Francis's gaze and slid over to a stool beside a hefty looking soldier. He wasn't too bad looking. Actually, she had realised that if not almost, then all of the men here were pretty high on the attractive metre.

"A long neck for me, mate!"

The bartender turned to her, slightly astonished at the woman, but rather more confused at what she was asking. Catching on, she giggled and changed it to something he could understand better, "A beer, please."

"A beer for me too." The strong blonde beside her called after, sending a slight curious look in her direction. With a smirk, the willowy woman grabbed the handle of icy drink at the same time as the mysterious man. Without as much as a breath she downed the drink refreshingly.

"Another round!" Both countries called. They stared at each other as they got served again. And again, they both drank it down, slamming the empty pint onto the counter in satisfaction.

"I see you can handle a beer." The thick accent rolled off the tongue of the blue eyed chap. He had a daring smirk on his face which seemed to challenge her.

"Ya hitting on me?" She smirked mischievously sending the innocent man into a shocked expression. She chuckled and slapped his back hard, "Just getting under the house, mate. Think ya can find a better drinker than me? I say good luck to ya."

"Hm." He composed himself again, calling for another round, "I have yet to be beaten." Hinting a challenge, the Aussie sneered in delight, reaching for her third.

"Well, there's a first for everything. But first, at least le' me know who I'm up against."

"I am Germany. Still vink you can beat me?"

"Germany, huh? Oh yeah, I remember ya. I've heard 'bout you're drinking, mate. Hope ya can handle it against me, though." She half closed her glistering eyes in contentment, taking off her voluminous cork hat and dropping it on the counter, letting her messy waves escape. Germany glared approvingly, accepting the challenge she opposed. Fastly, they brought their beers to their lips, signalling the start of their drinking competition.

"Bloody hell… they weren't joking 'bout you Germans..." Australia slurred, whacking her head on the bar.

"Hm, I can z-till carry on." Germany smirked, slurring himself. Aussie picked up her heavy head and glared at him.

"S-so can I! I'm from down under, I can do anything-"She fell backwards off her chair, slamming harshly onto the floor with reddened cheeks. She could barely keep her eyes open, let alone have another of the bitter yet glorious drink. Her body felt slightly tingly, but she couldn't move from her fallen, drunken state, "You win this round, Germany, but mark mi words, mate, I'll beat ya next time!" She swore from the floor, getting a victorious smile from the larger masculine drinker.

"Magnifique... Now I 'ave to take care of a drunk?" A sudden lofty figure stared down above her head, crossing his arms disapprovingly.

"Francis... Were 'ave ya been?" She smiled trying to stand again, but failing miserably.

"Looking for you!" He snapped, "We 'ave to go now."

"But... but I don't wanna!" She whined, unwilling to leave without defeating Germany. Without warning, she fell once again, this time without a single word; just a quiet 'thud' as she fell into France's arms.

"Come now, Jarlotte, we-"France stopped mid-sentence as a heavy and consistent lullaby of breathing came from the fallen woman. He sighed heavily, picking her feet up and carrying her in his muscular arms, "You're not exactly light as a feazer yourself." He whispered icily to the sleeping woman. Still, he couldn't help but stare over her frame. She was a very beautiful woman, one who he deeply admired in both body and soul. If she wasn't so smart against his actions, he probably would have bedded her a few times by now. It was too bad. He would think of many ways of seducing her, but none worked, and even he wasn't low enough to have his way with her while unconscious when drunk.

"Well, we shall be going, England." He concluded to the host, ready to make his leave. He had already made his way around the party, getting rejected left right and centre in most cases, and found himself being quite worn out, but now he had to deal with her too.

"Oh my, is she alright?" England wondered concerned.

"Oui, she just decided to drink wiz Germany."

"Oh. Well, alright. Good night." The Frenchman nodded his farewell and headed out the door, into his car. Carefully placing the pass out female into the passenger seat, he strapped her in and took her back home.

Every now and then, France would check over her, peering at every small detail of his allied nation. Her fallow hair flowing delicately over her smooth skinned, tanned face, her tender hands resting comfortably on her trim, exposed thighs as the shorts rid up ever so nicely to show them off to him, and the way her singlet strap dropped lazily over her arm, showing just slightly the creamy tan line of where her bikini would have been if she was wearing one. Instead, her bra strap fell in place of it, all of its red lace uncovered as it patterned over the bare white of it. Damn she looked so sexy at the moment, but still France kept himself from doing anything he'd regret.

Still he wished for nothing more than to caress that silky skin of hers, take in that outstanding scent of her hair as he removed the hem of her top in order to kiss and lick her silky stomach... No, he couldn't be thinking such things right now. She was one of the very few countries that had stayed by his side through thick and thin, with a strong bond secured by a treaty. He couldn't just through it all away by giving in to his fantasies. But, he couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like without her clothes on. It wasn't too hard to imagine it; his experience and her choice in bikinis had always helped in that department, it was just the difference of imagining and actually experiencing that he wanted to witness. Her body close to his own, what sort of perverse noises she would make as he conquered her territory. What her luxurious mounds would feel like under his touch, how she would react to his touches, what expressions she'd perfectly perform for him, the taste of her lips on his.

He was madly in love with her.

He felt different towards Charlotte than he did towards the other men and woman he bedded. He ached for her, but not for sex. He ached to make love to her. There was indeed a different between the two, and he was fully aware of it. But the chances of her liking him back was very slim. They were as different as black and white, but it didn't mean a thing to him.

Finally, he reached the port of the boat that would take his car back to France. Unloading Charlotte from the seat, he carried her onto the same boat. He could barely keep his eyes from averting to her sleeping form every two seconds to make sure she was alright, not to mention to gape at her. How her sublime skin looked under the romantic moonlight made him wish her eyes were open just so he could see just how wonderful they would gleam with the stars reflecting in them like she was the dream of a perfect woman.

However, something seemed different about her as she slept. France couldn't put his figure on it, so instead shrugged it off as tiredness and stepped into a bedroom of the vessel. He hated that the bedrooms of other boats were so bland, so he had this particular cruiser decorated to his desire, which consisted of fabulous Victorian attire that sparkled gracefully. No one from inside this room could guess it was a boat. He placed the sound asleep sheila onto the queen sized bed, pulling the silken sheets over her delicately. Finally, France decided that he would spend the night with her, making sure that she was cared for until she was once again sober. So, sparing no argument in his mind, he slid around to the other side of the bed and draped his clothes off, down to his boxers, before climbing in with her. He couldn't help himself but to stroke her arm as it rested over her breasts. Her back was to him, letting himself tuck his body against her, until they moulded perfectly with his elongated arms stretched around to huddle her waist. With a smile grazing his soft lips as the scent he longed for entered his nostrils, he fell silently asleep.

The Aussie stirred her aching mind awake, forcing her eyes to open painfully and adjust to her surroundings. She didn't recognise the area at first, but calmed down as she remembered that it was the boat that she had ridden to get to England in the first place. It was Francis's boat, and her deluxe room that he had allowed her to linger in while they travelled. It only took a few hours to get from England to France, so being in the boat meant that Francis had taken her from England's to here...

What was she doing before she passed out? Let's see... She met America and England again... quarrelled with France slightly... then...Oh. The drinking contest with Germany. Damn, she drank way too much. But, at least she could remember seeing France above her head before everything went blank. Ah, Francis, you were much more of a gentleman than your reputation let them believe.

Wait a minute... That arm didn't belong to her! It's pale yet sleek skin felt magnificent to trace along, baring not much muscle but a phenomenal gangly and extensive limb that wrapped heavenly around her waist. She didn't need to panic, or to turn around to see who it belonged to. His lanky body pressed firmly against her back like a perfectly fitted puzzle piece, making her feel so safe and relaxed. She knew him well enough that he wouldn't have done anything as much as grope her while unconscious, but she didn't mind. France was different and she wanted his attention more than anything in the world. As much as she didn't want to admit it to others, she was deeply infatuated by the flirtatious French. She wanted to know how good of a lover he really was, if what they all say was true. She had her fair share of experience before, but none came close to making her feel anything near to enough pleasure. She needed something else... Something that would turn her head upside down and make her scream.

Her thoughts ran wild of everything she would do to him, getting her slightly hot and bothered as his scent glided to her, adding even more to her erotic fantasies. His body relaxed into her own, bringing the physical side of it all; what his body strength could do to her. Would he be able to give her everything she needed? She deprived herself hesitantly of the imagination that could have lead things too far. There was no way she could care for herself while the man she was fantasising over was right next to her, gripping her tightly, lovingly.

Suddenly, the same tight, loving grip removed itself away from her slim waist, leaving her exposed stomach to shiver at the cold night air that travelled through the atmosphere. She couldn't see much as her back was towards the elegant blonde, but by judging the reallocate in the bed, he had pushed himself up onto his hands, sitting up carefully so he didn't wake the 'sleeping' woman.

"Francis?" She called over to him quietly, just in case she was just imagining things.

"You are awake, Jarlotte?" He replied jadedly.

"Yeah. Ta' for bringing me back." She shifted her own body in order to look over to him, sitting up herself. At the sight, her blush hit its peak. He was sitting, lounging over with nothing but boxers on, showing his amazing abs under the delicate moonlight from a single circular window. His hair was messy from the sleep, but still framing his face stunningly, hiding away his weary sky orbs from the gawping Aussie.

"Pas de problème." He shifted again, this time leaning back onto his hands, giving an even better view of his well toned chest muscles. She wordlessly gasped as his hair swiftly glided back, revealing an astonishing distinction of his facial features in the faint lighting, and his eyes gleaming darkly like two sapphire gems of an expensive ring. She checked out his upper body some more, enjoying herself to the point where she had not realised the Frenchman staring at her with a devilish grin. Quickly, she diverted her embarrassed eyes to the bed, her reddened cheeks plastered on.

"You like what you zee, no?" She jumped back slightly but kept her mouth shut. He chuckled roguishly and leant over sideways so he laid on his hip and an arm.

"I like what I zee too." The single sentence flicked an odd switch in the brunette's mind, letting her blush fade away.

"Vain git." She pouted. France was taken back slightly in confusion but then left chuckling ever so slightly.

"I was not talking about moi." He leant further into her space, bringing his other arm towards her beautiful face, cupping her cheek so gently, like a rose that would wilt if handled harshly. He wanted to embrace her, kiss her so badly, but he had to resist for now. Taking thinks slow was defiantly something he wasn't used to unless he was in the act, or at least planning it, but he wanted to make sure she was fine with his advances first.

She didn't speak. Actually, it was more of that she couldn't speak. He was unbelievably sexy, she knew that, but seeing him like this in the flesh was breath-taking. She had seen him topless many times before when they went to the beach together but that was trivial compared to his pose right now. The way the light pleasurably touched his skin gave him a blue tint from the seas reflection, one that was impossible to compare to the glisten of his gem eyes.

"What are you zinking, Jarlotte? It is not like you to be so speechless, mon cherié." The cupped hand stroked through her glossy hair absent-mindedly, twirling a couple of locks between his even fingertips. He could feel just how silky her elongated strands were and it made him crave to bring it up closer, letting him have an even better grasp of its loveliness. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to control himself around her; just how much longer could he wait?

"I... I... Um..." She stuttered. That was really uncharacteristic of her; she was Australia goddamn it! She was the confident, care-free nation of the south, not some stuttering, blushing mess!

The Frenchman laughed again; she was so cute. It was a new side of her that he had never gotten far enough to see. Things were at least moving; maybe it wouldn't be too long after all. Daringly, he brought one of her strands to his nose, silently smelling its dazzling salty scent as he gave a very alluring smile with his eyes half shut. The hand he leant on had its weight budged in order to move closer to the frozen female and caress her other cheek, removing any fallow strands that dived into her amazing face. Her frame was the main thing he could see in the darkness, but he could still see how her hair was messed from sleeping, so sexily, as well as the redness of her smooth cheeks and the astonishing sparkle her enthralling brown orbs gave out just for him to witness. There was even a slight light that hit the wetness of her plump lips that made them look so attractive. How was he able to resist her for so long?

"Ma belle fleur..." He brought his head closer to hers, only stopping when their noses touched ever so ghostly, "Je ferais n'importe quoi pour vous embrasser." He whispered seductively, holding both of her wondrous cheeks. She still couldn't say anything; she could only switch her tender eyes from both of his. They only moved slight enough to make them twinkle gorgeously for the seductive country. He adored her.

Without any sign of resistance, France stared a while longer into her eyes, before exchanging them to her lips. Without a word, he closed his great sky eyes and the gap of their wanting orifice. She couldn't believe what was happening; in her wildest dreams was the only time something like this happened.

Just as the brush of his lips occurred onto hers, she snapped. Her hands pelted up into France's golden waves of hair and gripped tightly, pulling him in shock. He was only going to peck her without any funny business then leave, but here she was, yanking on his head to keep him in place. Was he wrong about her? Her lips wrapped nicely around his own, pressing down securely as she continued to add further pressure with each removed kiss, continuing the next one. France's eyes were wide open as he felt her body alter, making him fall back onto the bed. He certainly wasn't complaining as she lost control, he was just surprised that she would go so far. Her blush had disappeared from her radiant face and, looking up at her, he noticed that she was trying to hold herself back but failing miserably. It didn't matter though; she had done it now.

He brought his arms up around her lower back as her torso rested on his body extraordinarily, giving her a sign that he wanted to continue; that she didn't need to hold back. Having the woman take control was a little different for him; he was used to being on top so this was a new occurrence. Her legs bent to his sides, leaving her hips to hover over the wanting man. He didn't know just how far she would take things, so kept himself controlled. Although, it was showing to be a rather complicated task. Australia licked at his lips, feeling somewhat dejected when he teasingly kept them shut. However, he was no anvil. She had men do this to her a lot, and there were a few sure ways that would change their minds. Her lips parted from the unwilling country and instead she smirked in a mischievous way that made the wine lover feel slightly uneasy.

Already he felt as if she was going to be an experience of a lifetime. She darted down to the corner of his lips, and then started leaving butterfly kisses along his jaw, towards his ear, and nibbling at the shell gently. When she realised that it wasn't working how she wanted, she changed her plan and instead licked down his shell, pass his earlobe and down his neck, using only her tongue to feel where his sensitive spot was. As she ran over it, she heard him hiss in arousal, giving her the unintentional signal to bite right at that spot. She bit down hard, sucking it with strength that hurt faintly, but adding the extra pain just brought a lot more pleasure.

"Ah, Jarlotte..." He hissed under her actions. Suddenly, her mouth made contact with his again, darting her pink muscle to fight with his before he could shut his mouth again. He was stunned, but let her explore his mouth to her heart's content. All she could taste was that sweet luxurious French wine that he enjoyed as much as he did having sex.

As she explored, France felt that he needed to take a little control too. Pushing his knee up, he took over her hovering body as he used the joint to rub against her. To his pleasure and own stimulation, she moaned into the kiss darkly, causing himself to start losing control of his own actions. She parted from the kiss and sat up onto his knee, moaning and grinding herself in pure ecstasy. France certainly could feel his growing excitement as she humped him, but was taken by surprise as she stood up, removing herself from the bed.

"Is... Somezing wrong, ma belle?" He asked feeling let down and worried he had done something to upset her.

"Nothing's wrong..." She replied, searching through some of Francis's clothing. Finally, she found what she was looking for and turned back to face him. She sparkled with mischief as she pulled at the object in her hands, "I just wanna try somethin' a little different."

She climbed over so her legs rested to the sides of France's chest, making it almost impossible for him to get up. He didn't really see what object she grasped in the dark room, but became aware when she grabbed his hands tightly against the bed post, strapping them securely in place. He gasped slightly at the fact that he couldn't move his arms at all, but found himself even more turned on than usual. Once she was happy at the sight, she straddled the air, moving her hips from just above him so he could witness it all as she pulled at her singlet strap sexually. He could only pant as the same hand massaged her breasts outside the top, then travelled along her curves and grab the hem. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled the top up: revealing her slender waist, how those lavish curves stared perfectly at him; then revealing the red laced white bra from underneath, one he never thought he'd ever witness. What daring underwear she wore...

Still she continued putting on a show, but she could feel a burning sensation building up in her own sexual desire. She was badly tempted to sit on him, but she forced herself to tease both him and herself instead. His eyes darted over her breasts hungrily; it was obvious that he wanted to touch them waywardly. Thanks to the bondage, it was impossible for him to do so. She loved it when she made them wait to get what they wanted.

Her hands travelled down onto his bare chest, massaging around and licking in every place she desired. He breathed in heavily through his teeth, sucking in the cold night air to try and cool his heated body. Still she licked and licked all over his chest until she felt it was the right moment to bite down and suck, giving him many love bites. It made him groan in both pain and pleasure as she worked herself down from his upper body, tending and teasing all his needs. As she travelled down, taking her sweet time to reach his belly button, she continued her present action of hitting every arousing nerve in his lanky stomach, even the turn on spot he had just on his abdomen. God it felt so good, but he ached to touch her too; his mouth tingled just to use his own skills around her heated flower. As she traced her tongue along his boxer shorts, she teased with the elastic just long enough to make him buck into her stomach, before removing them down his lengthy legs and throwing them onto the ground.

She didn't continue; she just stared at the hunky male bound onto the bed, sweating and aching from plea and completely hardened by her actions. She took pleasure knowing she could do something like this to him. She could feel a knot tighten in her lower area as a slimy substance escaped onto her panties; damn was she turned on. Standing above him, she removed her shorts, leaving her in nothing but her laced underwear. The sudden cold to her butt made her shiver, but it didn't stop her from dangling her head over his pleading blue eyes, smirking happily as he tried to lift his head close enough to reach her. Feeling playful, Australia moved her hands over his head and swooped her breasts low over his eyes, letting herself sit on his collarbone and undo the lace that held them together tightly at the front.

He could easily tell just how turned on she was by the wetness of her panties resting on his chest. He could even feel the heat emitted from them as she played with her bra. Once off, her mounds were bare, hardened buds by the cold. He had never felt so wanting in his life. France was used to touching, feeling and desiring what he pleased, doing what he wanted to the people he bedded, not the other way around. Somehow, he still enjoyed the teasing; it would have brought an even better high when he could finally touch her.

"What do you want to do to me, France?" She whispered seductively, giggling slightly at his attempt to suck on the nipple that hovered just too far from his mouth. She lowered further, but only letting him lick at her cleavage and bury his head between them. His legs moved uncomfortably as his member twitched horribly.

"I just want you..." He answered, vaguely taken back by just how needy he sounded. Being brought down to this level was more than undignified, but at this moment in time he couldn't care less. She sat back up and turned towards his standing member, finally deciding that he had waited long enough.

On her hands and knees, she crawled backwards, tingling his body with her hair until she hovered over her desire. Her mouth was watering just by how much she wanted to take him all, and now her wish could finally be fulfilled.

She lowered her head and kissed around the base, licking just like she had done earlier, adding sexual groans from the Frenchman. He needed her badly, but still she took her sweet time. At long last, she grasped the member in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the eye and playing with the foreskin humorously. A louder moan was heard from France as he bucked into her fist, but resulted to her using the other hand to hold him down.

"Uh-ah, patience..." She purred, licking her lips sensationally. Patience she said... Patient was what he had been for so long, and he was losing his limit of control. After what felt like an eternity, she licked at his balls, taking them in as the hand around him began leisurely pumping, picking up speed as her mouth explored around. It felt amazing as her tongue rolled along the tip. Finally, Francis's wishes were satisfied, creating a loud cry from him as her mouth wrapped around his cock. With obvious experience, her tongue caressed around him from inside her oral cavity as the hand gingerly cupped his balls, applying pressure on the turn on spot behind them. Wow, she was magnifique... With ease her throat relaxed enough to take him fully in. This was even higher than ecstasy; he was being sucked by a goddess. The hand that locked his hips began massaging over his chest and body, once again finding his most aroused spots. She bobbed herself in rhythm, humming and doing everything she could think of to keep adding as much bliss as she could. She felt him pulsing in her mouth, telling her that it was time to stop.

"Ah, J-Jarlotte!" He called her, "Why did you stop?" He was extremely disappointed at the fact that he was so close to the edge but still safely on the ground.

"I can't let you go soft yet." She smirked, climbing back up to his tied hands. They were slightly red at the amount of movement that caused him to cut off some blood, but at least they wouldn't be for long. She slid the belt from his wrists, letting them drop numbly. After he adjusted his limbs, he began smirking devishly.

"Ohonhonhon, it's my turn, no?" Aussie didn't have a chance to reply. His tight grip slammed into her back as his body pushed her down, finally putting himself on top. His messy locks stuck against his sweaty brow, only making him look even hotter than before. His arms rested at the sides of her head, letting his lips travel down to kiss her passionately. There was no way he could control himself for as long as she did.

His own tongue rammed into her mouth strongly, causing her to gasp in pleasure and beg for more and more, but, to her dismay, he pulled back up quickly. His hands were finally normal again, which meant he could do as he pleased after all this time. With both hands, he touched down her bare chest tenderly, only skimming along the skin with his fingers as he drew circles around her ample breasts. They felt even softer than he had imagined, even more alluring than he had ever experienced. Harshly, he gripped them both, tweaking the nipples roughly with his thumbs as she moaned loudly. With a clouded mind he pushed his chin down into her neck, nibbling and licking just like she did, all around. However, he didn't focus just on her sensitive spot, but avoided it in order for some revenge. She tried directing him, but he just refused to completely.

"Ahh... Francis..." She growled. He was even better than she thought he'd be. His tongue flicked and drew on her with such talent that it was beginning to drive her insane. He pushed down lower, taking one of her rosy buds into his gifted chops and did what only sex idols could possibly do. She wanted him to take her clit with that tongue... What he could do with it was the most enthralling provocation she had ever experienced.

"Francis!" She cried even more, pleading for him to do everything to her. He smirked satisfyingly; for such a denominating woman, she had an unbelievably sensitive body. He removed his drooling muscle and flicked the nipple again with his thumb, playing like a child with a toy as he gave the same treatment to the other boob. She moaned stridently, arching her back in want, but still he took his time. He could understand exactly why she enjoyed having her partner squirm so defencelessly under her; it was a powerful and addictive thing.

After a while, he changed his plan, kissing down her slim stomach to her underwear and removing them eagerly so he could at last see the naked body of the girl from his wildest dreams. If he knew she'd be this good at sex, he would have told her his feelings years ago! There she was, bare, aroused, beautiful. Even more than he could ever have thought. She was like an Eve to his own pure garden of love, and he couldn't take much more of waiting. His lips kissed gently on her clit, letting her scream at the sudden touch after what could have been over an hour of waiting. The pink muscle of his talented mouth curled around the sensitive bundle of nerves, licking and sometimes nipping with enough pressure to make her pant and moan. In a pure high, his tongue forced its entry into her forbidden pathway.

"Francis!" She screamed with delight, making him find her most receptive spot and press as hard as he could against it from inside. She screamed as she became close; the knot getting tighter and tighter until... until...!

France removed his tongue and smirked to the confused face of the poor girl.

"Revange." He chuckled.

"Bastard." She whined. He sat up, positioning himself before her, ready to finally get what he wanted.

"Are you ready, mon fleur?"

"No!" She suddenly shouted, surprising the French. She pushed him away and climbed onto his lap, using her own hand to position herself on top of him. He grabbed her waist, understanding what she wanted, and slammed her down onto him, earning a gratifying moan from her. She moved her hips fastly on the lap of the astounding man as he pumped ferociously into her, gripping her hips so tightly that he began to cut into her pure skin. The screaming sheila couldn't keep up with his amazing speed; he was an untamed stallion that rode how he pleased, and she was the rider trying to maintain rhythm with him, but failing. But, that speed roughly penetrated her to the point of reaching cloud nine. She grabbed his locks with one hand and his back with the other, scratching him deeply with every pump that rammed into her. There was no way she could muffle her squeals, and absolutely no way she could have ever pictured just how much pleasure she was going to get from this man.

The knot in her stomach began to tighten again, this time so tightly that she could barely keep her senses. If it wasn't enough, she could even feel the pulsing of his member as her walls wrapped increasingly around it. They were both reaching their limits.

"Ah, Ah, Ah! Francis!" She yelled as she toppled over the cliff. Never had a man made her cum so hard before. A few more rough pumps to ride out the orgasm led France to reach his own.

"Jarlotte!" He called pulling her tightly into his body as he let his seed fill her up.

She felt him turn soft from inside, but neither made a move to remove themselves; it felt perfect and completely right to hold each other like this.

A few minutes after catching their breath, she climbed off of the saucy country and lay back down, leaving her body open to the world to cool.

"Incroyable..." She panted, licking her dried lips.

"Oui..." He agreed, lying next to her.

"I didn't think such a romantic man as yourself would be so rough." Australia admitted sheepishly, giggling.

"I never zought you'd be into bondage." They laughed and turned to each other, wrapping their arms around their bodies.

Australia felt as if she couldn't move for a long time; her tiredness was taking over as she relaxed into France's arms. She smiled to herself and dropped her eyes in pure happiness. Sure her hips hurt like hell, but she didn't care; she was just glad that she finally had enough confidence to show France just how she felt. Quickly, her breathing calmed and she fell back to sleep.

France stared up to the ceiling of the four poster bed, thinking of everything that had just happened. He had finally done what he had been trying to do for so long, but the one thing he wanted to say kept replaying in his mine.

"Je vous aime, Jarlotte." He slipped out. With a slight blush, he turned to her, realising that she had already fallen asleep again in his arms. Slightly disappointed that she didn't hear him, he mastered a gentle smile and kissed her forehead.

"I guess you'll find out anozer time."

Chapter 1 of My French Love Addiction complete! Hi, I'm xlilslayerx, welcome to my story! I know, the chapter's long but that's how it's going to be throughout. The lemon isn't really good because I'm just starting, but I'm trying and hopefully I'll improve. :) Read and review please and let me know what you think~! :3

-xlilslayerx-