Ah, here we go. A good 'No preamble, just sex' story. Franada are so unloved.

Disclaimer of disclaimerness. HETALIA IS NOT MINE. NOR DO I WISH IT TO BE.

Canada moaned as the Frenchman kneaded the bulge in the former's pants. France pulled the zipper down with his teeth, releasing the twitching member.

"You seem excited, mon cher." France purred. A pearly drop of pre-cum dribbled from the slit. The Frenchman's expertly skilled tongue lapped up the salty liquid, teasing the heated flesh to produce more.

"Francis... s-stop teasing..." the Canadian said, breathing heavily. France grinned devilishly. With a sudden movement, Canada's member was engulfed in the heat of the elder's mouth. An unrestrained, gutteral moan rose from his throat. Canada screwed his eyes shut as France suckled lightly on the leaking length.

"Francis... stop... please." the Canadian whimpered. France relinquished his treat with a wet 'pop!' and glanced questioningly into half-lidded violet eyes.

"Are you sure, mon cher? I'll be gentle, but it'll still hurt quite a bit..." the concerned French nation asked, not wanting to hurt his precious Mathieu. He nodded vigourously. Mathieu heard the click of a cap and felt wet, cool fingers meet his entrance. The first finger slipped in, leaving a slight burn in it's wake. Another finger followed suit and a more severe burn made itself known. These fingers were gentle, tentative. They made a scissoring movement, causing a violent shudder to run through the smaller man's slender frame.

Canada chewed on his bruised lip as the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure. A steady stream of moans and murmurs poured from his throat. France pulled his fingers from the heat of Mathieu's body. The click of a lid echoed throughout the room again.

"You ready?" Francis asked. Canada nodded and tried to relax. The elder began pressing into Mathieu, pausing at intervals to let him adjust. Loud gasps punctuating the air. Spasms ran through Canada's length. Once fully sheathed, France paused until his lover told him to move.

"So... tight." was the only half coherent thought going through the elder's mind. He pulled the boy into a gentle kiss as he continued to set a steady pace. With a well aimed thrust, Francis hit the bundle of nerves that would make the Canadian see stars. Canada broke the kiss and wailed in pure bliss.

France's hands wandered up and down the young nation's body, teasing here, rubbing there, but avoiding the weeping memeber begging for attention.

"H-haaa~! Faster! S'il vous plaƮt!" Canada cried. Francis complied and finally started stoking the neglected length, which cried pearly tears of joy at the attention. After a few more well aimed thrusts, a violent shudder ran through the boy's frame. Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes as he bucked his hips into France's hand, releasing his milky seed.

France continued pumping in and out, the heat in his gut flaring to its boiling point. He let out a gutteral moan and filled Canada with his spunk. Both sighed, completely worn out. Francis collapsed next to his small, Canadian lover and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

"Je t'aime, Mathieu."

"Je t'aime aussi, Francis."