This is my first fanfic about Hetalia. I'm gonna admit it: I've never seen Hetalia. I just hear stories of my friend Phyripo and now we both are a bit… ehm… obsessed and writing M-rated stories about it. This one is about France and Prussia. I don't know why exactly why this couple.

Well actually I do… but I doubt it's a good thing to explain to you guys. Anyway, this is something short we once came up with. When we were laughing on our way back home…

Anyway, Enjoy!

Once upon a time there was a house, not even that far away, in a country called France. It was a lovely house, and the biggest of whole the country. It belonged to the most important person in that country: Francis Bonnefoy. He had a very, very good friend from abroad, from Germany. His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt. Like I said, they were very good friends. Gilbert visited Francis very often. And Francis visited Gilbert very often. They did a lot of things together they considered great fun.

That once upon a time I was talking about, was the first time they'd done something new. So in that beautiful lovely house of Francis in France, Gilbert visited his friend. He went up to a big room with a giant four-poster and found his friend Francis, lying on his tummy, sleeping.

Gilbert looked on his watch. Noon. And that Frenchman was still sleeping! How did he do that…?

Gilbert shrugged. He ran to the bed and jumped on his friend. Who woke.

'Aaaah! Merde! Putain! Qui est là?' Francis looked around him and saw his friend smirking at him.

'Ah, Prusse!'

'Morning France! Awesome me has woken you up!'

Prussia stood up and removed the covers of his friend. 'Ah ha haha! Beautiful underwear France!'

'Mon dieu, Prusse, why are you here so early, mon ami?'

'Early? Gott, France, it's noon!'

'Really? Hmm.' France stood up and stretched. 'Time for breakfast.'

So the friends went down, France still in his underwear. While France was smearing jam on a croissant, he looked at his friend.

'Ah, Prusse, why are you here?'

'Because Awesome me knows something to do!'

'Ah… Really?'

Prussia walked over to him and whispered something in France's ears. His eyes widened, but not with fear, but with pure excitement.

'Ah, oui oui! It's a very good idea! Onhonhonhon~' He put his croissant down and cried out: 'Magnifique!'

'Kesesesese~. Awesome!'

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Then they went up and had sex.

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

Ok. So it is some different from how Phyripo and I had made up first, more descriptions I mean, but nevertheless (OMG love that word!) it's finally written down. Though I don't know if that's a good or bad thing…

Whatever.

Some translations:

Merde! Putain! Qui est là? Shit! Damn! Who's there? (for Merde and Putain are more translations but I doubt it will stand in it. Just take it from me, they are curses, way more bad than you can read here…)

Gott: God.

Mon dieu: My god. Or Oh My God. I think it can stand for both.

So, whaddaya think of it? Reviews are always welcome!