For FreaksAreBeautiful who requested this through my forum. And when you think about it, Freaks really are Beautiful. Thanks for letting me know about your name change. It helped a lot~! ^ .^
And yes there was song inspiration to this slightly. Love the way You Lie by Rihanna and M&M because I think it fits with the France, England and Joan of Arc story.
Rated M for Yaoi smut, Mpreg, vulgar language and one heck of a birth scene. Human names used and Mathew/ Canada comes out of his quite persona so deal with it people! I'm not running a resort here~!
Other couples to appear: Canada/Mathew + France/Francis, America/Alfred + England/Arthur, Prussia/Gilbert + Russia/Ivan, Spain/Antonio + Romano/Lovino.
Other characters to be appearing are all above +Seychelles.
Please do enjoy and get off of my case! I'm Russian! I've the right to beat you with my trusty pipe!
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Mathew ran his finger over the smooth, crisp white pages of the novel. His eyes scanning each and every ink printed word, soaking in each description and the entire plotline into his ever curious mind.
If not so immersed in the novel, then Mathew may have noticed the dulled footsteps approaching him from behind, traipsing across the plush cream carpet. But he was too enraptured in the story, and two warm hands resting lightly on his shoulders tore him away from the book, startling the young Canadian.
"It is alright Mathieu~ It is just moi~" Mathew smiled and closed the book, memorizing the page number for later as the hands moved down over his chest, crossing over each other so hat he was being embraced from behind. It was only Francis. "What are you reading Mon aime~?" The Frenchman whispered into his ear. Mathew breathed out a chuckle and held onto the arms that enwrapped him.
"I'm reading Joan of Arc. I read the one written by the English, and she appeared to be so harsh and unkind and slightly if not completely mad." Mathew felt Francis' arms loosen around him lightly as he was lost to memories. "And now I am reading the French one, your one, and it depicts her as a hero who only wanted to spare her Duphon and her kingdom from a tireless war with the English."
The Canadian tilted his head slightly to look up at his French lover, who smiled sadly back at him.
"I watched her burn…" He said simply before regaining his complete happy smile full of bounce and love. "Anyway, times have changed mon aime. She rests peacefully above looking down on us and your dinner is getting cold."
"Oh! You didn't have to cook dinner for us Francis. It was my turn tonight."
Francis shrugged and smiled.
"So can I not cook for mon aime if impulse quickly takes me? Must I wait my turn?"
"N-No… I mean you can… I-It's just that you didn't have to…"
Mathew felt his face burn as Francis laughed and helped him up onto his feet.
"Do not worry for it Mathieu. Just come with me and enjoy the meal." Francis smiled and led the boy to the dining room by his hand softly, as if that hand were a most priceless treasure, an artifact of great importance that his whole being depended on.
The meal was nothing much. A simple summer salad with a perfectly sliced and marinated chicken breast on the side, artfully arranged with the care Francis reserved for only his love.
And of course, with Francis' talent for cooking, the meal tasted much better than a simple dish ever could, with a thousand if not more different flavors hitting Mathew's taste buds. And surprisingly, for anyone who has not eaten French cuisine, the small portion of food was quite filling, leaving the plate empty, but Mathew content and happy.
"Thank you Francis~" He smiled as they both took their plates to the kitchen to rinse and place in the dishwasher. "Dinner was absolutely wonderful."
'But of course Mon aime. Though I believe you doubt your own culinary skills. Even so, I prefer you being able to cook and doubting yourself rather than cooking things that defy all laws of nature and cuisine whilst thinking that your food is among the best." The Frenchman shuddered dramatically and smiled.
"Did Arthur try to feed you more scones yesterday…?" Francis nodded.
"Though of late I have had the beginnings of a suspicion that he can cook yet only makes black food of death and ungodliness for moi…"
"Hm, why do you believe that…?"
"Well, Amerique has survived living with him as a child and now as his lover. /and even Gilbert and Ivan have survived more than a few meals at his house."
Mathew chuckled and hugged Francis loosely, holding his hands when he pulled apart and swaying their laced fingers to and fro.
"You're so silly. My brother has a stomach than can digest any substance. I mean, he even let's Tony cook alien food for him. And Gilbert and Ivan are always drinking beer and vodka. Their taste buds are constantly lined with alcohol which eliminates any evil or unholy substance or taste that they consume. To you it may only taste like scones of death because you are a nation of fine cuisine."
Francis smiled as the Belissimo dishwasher was closed with a faint click.
"A nation of fine cuisine…? But of course I am. For you are the only partner I have ever been truly happy with Mathieu. Moi amour vous~"(1)
"Don't say that Francis…" Because of the amount of partners Francis had had, the words, 'I love you', scared Mathew the most. He was scared of them because he was unsure if Francis really DID love him. If he gave into those words, would Francis see him as easy and leave him as soon as he got bored?
But Mathew was terrified that he truly meant what he said as well.
Since the first time Mathew had agreed to go out with Francis, very little persuasion needed as he already liked him very much, the Frenchman had been spending less and less time with anyone but his closest friends, Gilbert and Antonio. But would condoling to the whispers and promises of love, if true, take him from them as well. It would be like he was caging the free spirit of a wild bluebird, which Mathew loved to watch dash around his garden.
"I love you~" Francis said, slipping into English. The elder blonde smiled and held onto Mathew, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Please… don't say it…" The Canadian held onto the Frenchman's upper arms. Francis smiled and kissed the boy lightly.
"Well if I'm not allowed to say it… allow me to express it Mon aime~" Before Mathew could say or do anything; Francis leaned forward and parted his lips with his own.
He slid his tongue forward and lightly ran it along the boy's lower lip, brushing along the few small nerves he knew of and the Canadian was melting like butter on a warm summer's day.
Mathew closed his eyes and curled his tongue around the Frenchman's in just the right way that would set the more experienced of the two off.
The Canadian smiled to himself. Alfred and Arthur had had their eyes on Francis from the beginning. Both ready to beat him to a miserable pulp, as they had when the two had gotten together, if he ever hurt the hockey loving boy.
And they'd probably do the same if they saw the movements in the kitchen.
Francis was a traditional lover, as in, he preferred to make love, no matter the situation, in a closed off bedroom on a comfortable bed.
So he slowly walked them to their bedroom, dropping items of clothes on the way, Mathew's glasses landing safely on his hoodie.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, Francis closed the door and lay Mathew down in the centre of the bed, crawling over him lightly, a little gold cross on a chain hung from his neck.
No need to worry for clothes, as all lay in the kitchen and hallway outside the door.
Francis smiled softly, running his blue eyes, darkened with passion, up and down the boy's body. His expression softened when he caught Mathew's eyes with his own and he leaned forward, kissing deep into the hollow of his neck where later an obvious hickey would appear.
Mathew moaned and arched his neck, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he let the sensation fill his mind.
It was wonderful. He loved having Francis' body pressed close to his. The closeness… the warmth… It ignited a passionate fire within him and he laced his arms around the Frenchman's neck and pulled him away from his neck to kiss him on the lips. Almost instantly he felt the Frenchman's tongue slide into his mouth and curl around his own tongue.
All too soon he felt Francis pull away. Mathew went to complain but then the faint smell of cherries filled the room and he closed his mouth, waiting patiently as Francis covered his fingers generously in the lube.
Francis had always been a generous lover. In and out of the bedroom. Always making sure Mathew was comfortable. Or always making sure he got what he want or needed first. At least it meant that the kitchen pantry was well stocked with the ingredients to make pancakes year round.
With a sharp intake of breath, Mathew was pulled out of his thoughts by a cold slick finger pushing into him. He bit down on his lip as a second pushed past the ring of muscle. And the a third joined the fray and settled snuggly inside the boy as Francis gained his grounds.
The Canadian felt like he was reaching the brink of insanity as the fingers began to wiggle around and move back and forth, opening and closing to spread him wider in a scissoring motion. He felt his walls tighten around those digits, trapping them within him.
Francis smiled and kept up with his ministrations, moving his fingers as far as they would go under a darkened face and low moan let him know that he had found the spot that would send Mathew to his brink.
Mathew was sure he was going crazy now as he bucked his hips against the intrusion.
Francis leaned down, planting kisses along his collar bone followed by biting and licking up the boy's arched neck. He came to his lips and locked them in a kiss.
Mathew moaned and reached down with a trembling hand to push the Frenchman's fingers away. He didn't want just simply fingers in him. The older blonde hummed in amusement as he withdrew his fingers
"So impatient Mathieu." The older nation's voice seemed to sing in his ear and he released a shuddering breath before nodding and admitting himself.
"… I-I want you… I n-need you…" His face and body flushed heatedly, yet he was covered in telltale goose bumps. Francis smiled as he noticed this and leaned forward to whisper in the boy's ear.
"Do you need me to make you warmer Mon aime~?" He chuckled lowly with a lustful glint in his eye as Mathew arched his body up, pressing his smaller pelvis to his own larger one with another sweet moan. "…par consequent, j'ouvre regler vous sur feu~" (2) Francis smiled as the smaller blonde blushed darker than even sweet Lovino was capable of.
He moved to start sucking and biting the soft skin of Mathew's neck, his hands running down his body, lingering with playful fingers over the boy's chest, making him gasp and cry out as played with his nipples lightly yet teasingly.
Another low chuckle rolled off his tongue as he ran said muscle along Mathew's main artery as he moved his hands down fluidly to the Canadian's hips.
Thinking twice before he continued, he sat up, causing the smaller of the two to whine and he once again took hold of the tube of lube, pouring a fair amount into his hand and spreading it over his member evenly. As soon as he had, he set the tube aside and came back over the younger; going over all the deep red marks of love he had left across the soft once unblemished skin.
Once again he ran his hands down the sides of his lover, resting at his hips and pulling them up onto his knees to give elevation. He positioned his member, pressing the head against Mathew's entrance and moved forward.
Tears gathered at the corner of Mathew's eyes and he gasped, airily breathing out an unintelligible strand of words, alternating between French and English and he took in the other inch by inch until he had him to the hilt. Adjusting himself, he wrapped his legs around Francis, holding him there and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Looking for someway to occupy himself as he acquired to the feeling of having something in him, he leaned up and licked up the Frenchman's jaw, running his tongue over the stubble to his ear where he began to nibble the earlobe, breathing hot shaky breaths over Francis' neck.
Said man shuddered in pleasure. He loved how his Mathew wasn't one for waiting for the other. He gave as much as he took.
With a smile still set on his face, Francis pulled back, slipping out until only the head of his erection remained in the boy. And then he pushed back in, feeling the walls of muscle tighten around him as Mathew's arms trembled around his neck.
He was so innocent. The first time he had taken the boy to his room he almost couldn't bring himself to taint one so innocent.
But by then they were both painfully hard and Mathew threatened to drag his ass back to the bed and rape him if he left him there.
That was one of the other things he loved about Mathew. He wasn't afraid of anything. And sometimes he could be really kinky if he asked nicely.
But tonight wasn't a game or a fetish satisfaction. He had to prove his love to him. And so this night was about being the most gentle and caring lover the boy could ever hope for. So a soon as he pushed in the third time, setting a rhythm, he located Mathew's prostate as he had with his fingers and hit the sensitive bundle of nerves dead on, earning cries and delicious moans from the younger.
As he moved, careful to run his hands over the sensitive parts of his lovers body, the little gold cross that hung from his neck from a fine chain of gold moved almost musically, catching whatever small light the room held in a poetic way, the reflection of light dancing on his and Mathew's skin in little golden pin points.
The tiny depiction of a golden Christ nailed to the cross was the only witness to the love shared.
Mathew eyed the necklace, amongst his moans and cries and pleas to be touched in certain ways, as he slid along the crisp sheets that he had only replaced that morning. Without thinking, he leaned up and caught the swaying cross in his mouth, running his tongue over the tiny Christ, turning it over between his lips, twisting the chain.
Francis groaned as he watched the boy, playing so crudely with an ornament of the man that had died for humanities sins. SHE had given it to him. It was precious and to see his love toying with it in such a way filled him with an odd feeling. It wasn't bad but…
He closed his eyes and brought his hand around to the Canadian's neglected arousal and grasped it, making the boy cry out and lose the cross, the little ornament swaying back and forth once again.
"O-Oh… Oh God… Francis…" That was all the boy could say before the Frenchman began pumping him in time with his thrusts.
The older blonde moved his head back down, grazing his teeth along Mathew's neck, the little cross resting in the hollow of the boy's neck with the pooling chain.
"Are you still cold…?" Francis whispered low with hot labored breath pouring out over his skin.
"O-Oui…"
"I can't hear you mon aime…"
"Oui! Oh Dieu! Oh God! Oui!" Mathew pushed his hips up into the other's hands, wanting more.
Francis smiled and quickened his pace and raised his head, moving his lips along the boy's cheek, across his temple and over his forehead to that one loose strand of particularly defined hair. Without a moments thought or hesitation, he took the hair in his mouth and moved his tongue over it, playing with it in much the same way that his cross had been played with.
There was nothing else for it. Upon the contact his hair had been given, Mathew screamed, with white spots invading his already blurred vision as he came all over their stomachs.
Francis continued pumping him as he curled and writhed underneath him and no more than three thrusts and he too cried out, arching his back as if he were proclaiming his love for Mathew to the heavens. His seed spilling forth into the boy, warming his insides.
He rode out that pleasure before relaxing and pulling out gently and releasing Mathew. He watched almost curiously as his cum ran back out, as if he had filled the boy to the brim.
With a soft chuckle, he crawled over and lay down beside the Canadian.
"Are you still cold…?" He asked again, propping his head up on his elbow.
"… Non…" Mathew smiled and simply turned his head to face the older blonde. "J'see chaud" (3)
Francis smiled and eyed the semen on the Canadian's stomach thoughtfully before reaching forwards and coating his finger in it and licking it off the digits, still smiling.
"Ainsi beacoup de aimer tes crepes…" (4)
"But you never have anything but my pancakes for breakfast, Oui?"
Francis thought for a moment before smiling and running his tongue over the boy's stomach, swallowing what he gathered in his mouth.
"Oui… But there is one thing I could want more of…" He smiled as he looked down at the boy with a playful smile.
"Imbecile…"
The Frenchman chuckled before wrapping his arms around his former protégé, kissing his hair lightly.
"Moi amour vous~" Francis smiled. He smiled because he got no rejection of the three words. Because Mathew was already curled up against his chest, fast asleep.
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(1) I love you
(2) Therefore, I shall set you on fire
(3) I am warm
(4) So much like your pancakes
Imbecile ~ idiot
Oui ~ yes
Non ~ no
Mathieu ~ Mathew
Dieu ~ God
I apologize if this is horribly wrong. Because to get this I had to sit there with a tiny little English to French dictionary and do all the translations manually, so stop complaining people with computer translators and internet that works.
Yup! I would have used the internet for all my translation needs. But my internet is out of order and is back on when this gets posted. Whoo~!
Plus it will be MY internet and my parents will only be allowed to use it when I say so. :D
Also, I've had a really bad head cold recently which sucketh beyond my likings. I can't hear anything, my vision sucks, my throat decided to swell up and make it hard to say anything that doesn't sound Swedish and it hurts to chew! Guess who's on a liquid diet! .
This is the second story I've posted, if you like USUK then please do go and have a whiff.
This and the USUK ones were both requested out of a SUCCESFUL YAOI BREEDING MANUAL I posted a couple of months ago. And if you are reading this and were the person who requested advice for mating Russia with Lithuania then I'll have you know that it is coming up shortly. I already have the info, it's just I have been working on these two stories and my internets have been really slow.
Oh, and BTW for that, I'm changing the rating so it's, like seen when you start to browse for APH fictions rather than when you look for M without a character selection. I only had three people review on that ;;n;;
Oh, and anyone who knows me or has been reading my other fan fiction, Falling, then you should know that the chapters will get long and detailed… So uh… yeah… It's not just a fucking smut one-shot! Yeaha~
No… this chapter is only the start of our couple's problems. And only I and FreaksAreBeautiful know! So there! XP
OH don't worry… I may be a blood thirsty angst filled vodka addicted teen with no straight line of blood and one heck of a death stare(takes after Sweden in that way)… but I still love you all…
Now please, this is the first time I have ever considered writing for this couple and I have no idea how well liked it is, so could you please, please, please review and not leave me hanging thinking that no one likes my stuffs… and also… how do you see the hits for your stories…? Because I want to know how much my stuffs get read and just how many people have failed to review so I can still send my thanks to them even if I don't know their name… " 3 "
Thankyou~
… orooooor… whatever my name is… Geez… Why do I have to like Shrek3 so much…?