France and Iggy make a Porno~ Chapter 1

"Oh, Fuck! Ivan! right there!" the Canadian screamed, snapping his head back as the Russian thrusted into him harder. Ivan nodded and moved in on the spot, letting Matthew see stars each time he thrusted inside.

Ivan continued, speeding up, and moving harder and faster with each thrust...

"Oh god! Ivan, im about to- UGGG!" Matthew shouted, feeling himself fall over the edge and come all over the large Russian's waist. Ivan kept going, feeling the liquid heat on his waist, till he too came inside the smaller Canadian, over filling his crack, and finally pulling out.

Little did the couple know, amidst their heat, that a small crowd had gathered due to the noise they were making. Everyone was at a Mansion in London, due to England not wanting to spend money booking a hotel for the meeting. So, of course, every night, people could hear exactly what was happening... Usually, it was either coming from Francis's room, or, if you were closer to the west side of the house, Sweden and Finland were at it. But... this time... what most people at first thought was Tino and Berwald getting to it early, was in fact something else... after all, they were sure Tino never shouted the words 'Ivan', or, Berwald shout 'Matvey'.

It started with America, recognizing Canada's voice. Upon breaking the door down, which, due to the noise they were making, the couple didn't hear, The American was frozen in place, just watching in horror as his brother got Fucked. England followed behind, France not too far behind him. England just watched in confusion... was Ivan fucking the air or something? Behind the main three, many other nations, thankfully excluding Belarus and Ukraine, had gathered...

Unlike the other Nations own disgust or fear, or confusion about the scene, France was watching with... interest. He never knew Russia knew so much about how to please someone... he always thought the guy was much too cold... And Matthew~ how perfect he looked, writhing below Ivan, moaning in ecstasy. If only he could record this! hell! people would buy this stuff!

...

The Frenchman felt a rather, perverted smile, and an aura similar to Russia's own 'kolKolKol' develop around him... he had an idea~

Finally, the American had seen too much, what with England's own disgusted remarks and Frances... SOUND EFFECTS! it was like France was watching a sport on his couch and shouting out things like 'TOUCHDOWN!' or 'SCORE!'. Freaking pervert! this was probably Frances national sport... Al would laugh at his inner joke if it wasn't his own BROTHER that was getting Fucked out of his mind.

"THAT'S IT! BREAK IT UP! LET GO OF MY BROTHER YOU COMMIE-" Alfred was cut off by two hands. Each was seeping of an angry purple aura. One, belonged to, no surprise, Francis, angry that he was interrupting his show, and, the other belonged to that Yaoi whore, Elizabeta. Lets just say, if looks could kill, these two would have him sleeping with the fishes this second. Too late... despite their efforts, the couple had stopped and starred in horror and embarrassment at the crowd.

Ivan and Matthew were drenched in sweat, heaving heavily. their hair clung to their red faces... it was so beautiful in the others eyes. Of course, they were not looking at each other, they were looking, Matthew in horror and Ivan in a sleepy confusion, at the crowd of bystanders. Didn't these people know about privacy!

Finally, Ivan spoke, pushing Matthew's red, crying face under the blankets to hide him. "Vhat are you doing here!" he said sternly, venom lacing his words. He did NOT like being interrupted, just as much as he did not like making his partner feel bad... well, he just didn't want Matthew to feel bad... That statement really didn't apply to certain past partners of his.

Alfred would have spoke out more curses and angry comments, if, he did not have a hand from a Hungarian Female still latched over his pie hole, and eyes starring daggers at him from her face. Hungary, wanting blood, dragged Alfred off, and, not wanting to be in the same situation, the crowd dispersed, not really knowing what they saw. Was he just fucking air? poor lonely guy... wait, was there a person there? oh god! were their ghosts here! they had to leave now! The crowd began moving faster, not knowing what they feared most anymore... the Russian, now out for everyone's blood, or the possibility of horny ghosts running around this mansion.

This just left France, smiling dreamily at the couple. Finally noticing the rest of them leave, France grabbed out a pen and paper, writing down in perfect cursive an address to his home in Paris. "Come here, no questions, this date~" He said hastily, shoving the paper at Matthew under the covers, fearing the Russian would rip it up if he gave it to him.

The Frenchman ran like hell, knowing that by breaking the silence and safety of Matthew's blanket sanctuary, The Russian would probably put him at the top of his kill list. Russia turned to Matthew, Frances out of sight, and gave him a very sincere, apologetic look.

"Im sorry da... i cant help but feel like this is my fault..." he said, moving his big arms to Matty and pulling him into a hug. Canada sighed a bit, tears still at the edge of his eyes. "Its ok... its not your fault... " He said, letting his body fall perfectly into place with the Russian's. He wanted to drift off... after all, the activities they just enjoyed were tiring... but, he knew this was not the time to go to sleep... after whatever Elizabeta was planning for Alfred was finished, no doubt he would be back and out for Ivan's blood. "We should get out of here... the meeting is over, so, i think we can just catch a flight home..." Matthew said, feeling Ivan cradle him gently. The Canadian's thoughts went back to the note... of course he recognized his Papa's address, but, why would he want them? The date was a couple days from now... no harm in trying to go... He hadn't seen him in a while... hell, he hadn't even told papa, mama, or Alfred about him and Ivan.

Ivan gently set Matthew down and moved off the bed with him, packing their things hastily. This was so unfair! He wanted to have Matthew all to himself... he didn't want others to share the perfect images he could see... to share the wonderful moments he shared with Matthew... they would all get their heads bashed in till they forgot! all of them! he wanted blood! he wanted memory loss! He could feel his 'KolkolKol' growing larger and larger as he imagined each of them... Matthew yelped a bit, seeing how angry Ivan was getting, and hurried along, trying to get out of there as soon as possible, for their and the other peoples sake.