A/N: Hello again guys! So this is my first ever Hetalia fic and I obviously don't like their human names therefore I'm not using them. xD So this chapter doesn't have a lot of interesting ness in it but I swear I'm full of plenty of ideas and I encourage suggestions! This was originally written for my friend and her girlfriend, for when they cosplay France and England. And I shall be the child, Canada aka MAPLE BOY! Oh, I don't own Hetalia, though I wish I did. So yeah, happy New Years guys! Oh, the cover photo is not mine and is made by my friend Natasha, or L'Angleterre, or England. Thank you!3

England, after getting off of his flight to Paris, stumbles over to the door to his friend France's house. It was New Years eve and he hadn't seen France in.. well, it's been months, and they figured that England taking a trip there would benefit them both. He tightened the straps on his backpack, took a deep breath, and readied himself to face his eccentric best friend. Knocking on his door a couple times, he cleared his throat and fiddled with his hair while he waited.

The door opened, and a head of blonde hair was visible. Tugging the door open completely, France comes into view. "Oh, England, it's been so long!", says France, as he pulls his friend into a tight hug.

England hugs him back and pulls back to look at his blonde friend, "Oh how I've missed you", he says.

France steps back into his house and gestures for England to follow him. "You can leave your things wherever you want for now, we can get everything sorted out later, okay?", France says, his back to him still while he walks into his kitchen for a bottle of rich red wine and two wine glasses. "Come, follow me mon ami."

England follows France into his living room and sits down on the couch beside France. France pours them each a glass of wine, handing one to his friend as he takes a sip of the liquid. England takes a sniff of it and then shrugs and takes a tentative sip. Alcohol is alcohol, right?

"So, how has your life been?", England asks and takes a couple more gulps of his wine. France refills his glass and then leans back, sighing, and glances up at the ceiling.

"Well, quite.. lonely, I would say. Such a shame, this beautiful body must go to waste", he scoffs and sighs again.

England chuckles and shakes his head, glancing into his wine glass. Well, his friend hadn't changed at all. "You really are kind of self centered.. you know that?", he finishes another glass of wine so France refills it again.

"Ah, yes, well.. You don't think I'm beautiful?", France says in disbelief.

"Well.. I mean.. Yeah I guess I would say you are..", England says and coughs uncomfortably, tipping his wine glass, bottoms up.

France is desperately trying to keep up with refilling England's wine glass. He smiles to himself and puts his hand out "Give me your glass for a second, I'm going to go get another bottle of wine I'll.. refill it while I'm there", France takes both glasses in one hand and the half empty bottle of wine in the other. England is starting to question his friends motives.. but he shrugs it off. France will be France.

France walks casually into his kitchen and, opening one of his drawers, grabs a pack of aphrodisaic pills. He pops one out of the container and crushes it with the back of a spoon, as discretely as he can while coughing noisily to cover up the noise. He scoops up the, now, powder and throws it into England's wine glass and pours more wine into each of their glasses, stirring England's well. Making sure he knew which one was which, he walked back into the living room and sat back down, handing England his glass back.

"Oh, thank you", England says, and takes another sip.

"It is good, non?", France says and smirks, sipping his wine slowly.

England smiles and nods. He's starting to feel a little tipsy and not so in charge of his actions, so he mentally decides this will be his last glass.

Upon finishing his drink, England leans forward to place his glass onto the table, thanking France for the wine.

"Oh non, do not thank me. It is my pleasure to be able to see you again after so long", he says, and casually places his hand on England's thigh. He starts to stroke his outer thigh slowly with his thumb, looking into his friends eyes. France leans forward without breaking eye contact to place his glass down. His hand is slowly stroking England's thigh, and this is not going unoticed with England. The attention, is going straight to his crotch. He crosses one leg over the other in an effort to cover up his.. problem.

France moves his hand nonchalantly closer to his friends crotch, moving his thumb in circles. He glances at England's face, which is tilted back and he is biting his lower lip.

France debates with himself in his head then jerks his hand back from England, to grab his hand. "Come, I must show you something", he says.

England reluctantly agrees and follows his friend to a door that he never noticed before. It wasn't hidden or anything, and he wondered why he had never seen it before. He folllows his friend down the stairs until France abrubtly turned around and stopped him. "Wait, wait here while I get some things first, sil vois plait", France says and glances away, a faint blush on his cheeks.

England agrees because, honestly, this couldn't get any weirder. What was up with his friend tonight?

France hurries over to the Wall of his Fucked Up Mind. He pulls out of the various containers: lube, a decent sized vibrator, a small black leather whip, a blindfold, a collar and matching leash, as well as a pair of hand cuffs. He takes with him the blindfold and leaves the rest of it sitting on the giant red bed beside the Wall. Hurrying back to England, he holds the blindfold behind his back and motions for England to turn around. England obeys, throwing his hands up in defeat. France reaches up to fasten it around his eyes. Okay.. this could not get any weirder.

"England, welcome to my.. erm.. for lack of a better term, dungeon, of sorts..", France makes a very dramatic gesture but then realizes England can't see him. (Tool).

"Uhm.. France.. this kind of came out of no where. What the Hell is going on?", England says. He doesn't mean to sound mean, but this was all just so sudden.

"Ah ah ah, boys who disrespect their superiors get punished", France tsked.

"Superiors! Come on France quit it!", England says.

France proceeds quietly to the bed and picks up the hand cuffs he left there. He slowly makes his way around England and pulls his arms behind his back, cuffing his wrists behind him, rendering them useless. England tugs on them quite hard, but the cold metal only pushes into his skin, with no luck of getting out.

"Do not try and resist, mon ami, you will only make it harder on yourself", France says and reaches down to palm his cock through his red pants, looking at the beautiful sight before him.

"France.. I have no idea what's going on.. But if you don't let me out this instint, I will fucking kill you.", England says, only half joking.

"Now now, is that any way to talk to me?", France sighs and goes to move everything else off of the bed.

"France I swear..", England says, and tugs once more at the hand cuffs in defeat.

"Okay, that's it. Come here right now, sil vois plait et merci", France says, and sits on the edge of the bed patting his lap. He waits a bit in silence before reaching forward to grab England's forearm and tugging him over his lap.

England could feel France's hard cock pushed against his stomach, and he squirmed a little bit, but couldn't deny the fact that he himself was getting hard. Was it just him or was he being very sensitive tonight?

France pulled England's pants down and off, throwing them onto the floor and tugged his boxers down to show his ass. France bit into his lip at the sight and raised back his hand, bringing his hand down once, hard and quick. England squeezes his eyes shut and arches his back slightly from the sting. France spanks him again, harder and quicker, but twice in succession. England whines slightly and squirms uncomfortably.

"Well, it's obvious you won't be able to keep still.. It's a shame", France says and reaches down to pick up the collar and leash he had left there. He fastens the black leather collar around England's neck quickly and clips the leash onto it, wrapping it around his hand several times to keep him still. "Now, are you going to listen to me or non?", France asked, spanking England's ass two more times.

England is squirming uncomfortably in France's lap, putting friction on France's cock, but France is loving the friction. England can feel his hard cock pushing against his stomach, harder than before, as well as his own cock hardening.

France tugs up on the leash quickly and leans down to whisper in his ear "oui ou non?"

England, with a sensitive sore ass and an undeniable hard on, tentatively nods his head.

"Happy New Year, England.."

A/N: So.. Yeah.. That's my story. SO FAR. I think. It depends. Do you guys think I should continue this? Obviously I had plans for this to go farther but.. Let me know! Review please! And you're welcome Sir Francey Pants and Captain Eyebrows.

-Love, Nikki aka MAPLE BOY.