Heart: Hey this is like probably the first actual story type thing I've ever actually put on a website… . so like yeah. Please don't hate me if it's just wrong ok…

I do not own Hetalia , I only own OC's that my show up and the names of random people. Enjoy the story! Human names used!~~~

WARNING: this is and AU universe! WHERE THEY ARE STILL NATIONS BUT DO NOT HAVE TO DO ALL THAT CRAPPY WORK AND SHIZ! America and Canada are not alive yet! There is FrUK, Mpreg, sexual contact, and hints of other pair such as, GerIta , SuFin, Spain/Romano, Austria and Hungary, DENMARK/NORWAY, and many more!~ THERE IS NOT SMUT IN EVERY CHAPTER! So if that's what you're looking for then hit the back botton. ^-^ you have been warned!

Once again, I don't own Hetalia. P.S: English food is good! So Arthur cooks well in this! ~

Chapter One:

What?

Francis quietly sat on the porch swing sipping some raspberry wine. He and his lover, Arthur, had gotten married. Life was currently wonderful, his lover may have hated being called 'wife', but Arthur had been the one who had worn the dress. He had chosen to wear it too, and had looked absolutely cunning! Francis sighed in happiness at the thought of his wonderful 'wife' in the dress. Where was he anyway? Oh, he was currently cooking, and would be done any time now. Francis finished off his drink and stood, he kindly caressed the porch walls that he had been forced to put in after his love had fallen off the porch.

The house was three stories not counting the basement, and was made out of lovely soft, white and grey bricks. The windows where outlined with brilliant black stones. The foundation and porches foundation were as well. The part he currently had his hand one was a light grey color. Perfectly complete with, then long path leading down to the ocean, dark roof, and of course the lovely white porch swing. The best part about it though was that he had made it with his own hands, and had given it to his femme , who had loved it. Other than falling off the porch and down the hill… He had fixed that right away when he was greeted by an angry England.

As he looked out at the glorious ocean in the bright of the day, he just so happened to look down at the garden. Arthur was so picky about keeping it with no weeds, so it was beautiful. There were many different colored roses and lilies. He even had a cherry blossom tree at the end, which was Japans wedding gift to him. Kiku had said it was the tree of love in his country. Francis didn't know this until it had already grown. He sighed as the little fairies flew around the stunning flowers. Francis knew Arthur had been able to see them, but when he had begun to it was shocking. He left it alone after three days or so of Arthur explaining it to him. Now every time he saw them they would great him with little giggles.

"Hum, Francis. Dinner is ready. I made Beef Carpaccio, and for dessert there is some Galette des rois that's currently cooking in the oven…" said Arthur, while had looked at the floor as if was the most interesting thing ever. He was moving his foot a little too. The Frenchmen smile at his little ange, he knew exactly why he was being bashful. He laughed. "S-shut up! I just wanted to-to try something new!" he protested, Francis simply laughed harder as he fumed. When Arthur looked about to yell he leaned down and kissed him deeply. The brit had squeaked which only made Francis smirk. He let it last a bit longer before he lightly nibbled Arthur's bottom lip. The younger man's jaw slightly opened, and Francis automatically added tongue. The brit had never really been active. Throughout the years of being together they had never had sex. It was really only pecks, or hugging, and every once in a while what they were currently doing. Francis had pushed it on him once, but then Arthur had cried, and begged him to stop. Francis apologized many times, and promised not to try again until he was ready.

Francis pulled back and smiled at his femme lovingly. His lips were wet and parted, his fuzzy eyebrows were knitted together, and a vibrant red blush all the way up to his ears. "Idiot, lets j-just go eat…" he mumbled, and blushed deeper at the smirk on Francis's face.

Dinner had been wonderful in there Betty Crocker cream yellow kitchen. Dessert was splendid and Arthur was eating the last piece. Francis smiled and took the plate and fork from the Englishmen, who had growled in protest. He scooped up a piece and held in front of the Englishmen's mouth, who glared contently at him.

"I don't need you to fee" – But he was interrupted in midsentence by the delicious cake entering his mouth. He sighed in defeat, which only made his lover smile as he continued to feed him.

When the cake was done Francis was drinking another small glass of wine while sitting on the couch in silence as the fireplace flickered. The living room was very nice. The floor was made of a dark wood, and the fireplace was made with very auburn and red bricks. The furniture was a beautiful red and styled in Victorian. The coffee table was made of a light colored wood, and the walls were smooth oak. There was a view into the night as well. It was so nice.

The thing that would make this wonderful day perfect though, was if his little brit was cuddling with him. He had gone to bed already though, so that wouldn't happen. Francis sighed when he finished his glass and washed it out. He walked up the stairs to the second floor that consisted of a large office, master bathroom, and master bedroom. He turned the corner of the hall and entered the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks. On the bed was Arthur. His lover was naked other than one of Francis's white dress shirts. He was very red, and was looking at him with striking green eyes. He was shivering though.

Francis smiled and went over to the bed. He sat down beside the brit who at the moment acting a bit timid. "What are you doing l' amour?" asked Francis, who was rubbing Arthurs back.

Arthur was silent for a moment, his blush spreading quickly. "I-I, I mean, I wanted to try… and," his shook and looked at Francis with a look that told him, he couldn't say it. Francis smiled and kissed his lover deeply. He knew what he wanted, and Francis knew how to give it to him. He had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

He was going to be gentle though, because he knew Arthur was a virgin. It would hurt him, but in the long run if they went all the way; it would be worth it. Long, gentle, and passionate was how it was going to be. Francis deepened the kiss, and added tongue after a while of hot kissing. He let his hands wander over the soft untouched flesh beneath him. The body under him withered and twitched. The shirt was getting in the way though, and Francis wanted to rip it off. He resisted though, not wanting to scare Arthur away. Plus, that would be going too fast, he needed to take it slow.

He let his fingers lightly glide over the perky sensitive nipples of his femme with care. His lover gasped when he rolled one between his fingers along with the other. Francis could tell Arthurs heart was racing. He broke the kiss and ignored his lovers whimper. He leaned down and slowly began to undue the buttons of the shirt with his teeth. He just knew the fairies were somehow behind this, he would have to thank them tomorrow. Francis placed a knee between his angel's legs and lightly rubbed the naked skin with it.

Arthur shivered. It was really all he could do. Sure he had masturbated before but he didn't know how to react in this situation. He whimpered as his already semi-hard dick began to harden as Francis began to rub it, with his knee? Arthur scrunched his eyes shut as the Frenchmen looked down at him once finished with the shirt. He knew very well that he was blushing past his ears and down his neck. This was so embarrassing! Maybe he shouldn't have done this!

"L' amour, open your eyes." Whispered Francis, Arthur obeyed hesitantly, but he did open his eyes for his lover. He looked at him and the man smiled, he returned it willingly. Francis leaned down and deeply kissed Arthur, immediately adding tongue. Arthur moaned quietly into the kiss as Francis kissed him. Francis stopped the kiss again and began kissing along his jaw. He blew cold air onto his ear, which caused Arthurs breath to increase even more. He licked his ear, and nuzzled his cheek with his nose. He reached down and grasped Arthur's dick, and squeezed it.

Arthur gasped andarched his back slightly at the new touch. Oh, god it was so different than when he had touched himself. He writhed beneath Francis as the man began to lightly stroke his cock. Arthur arched even more, as the speed increased. Francis's other hand disappeared, and then he heard a popping noise. Oh god, was he ready for this? Was it going to hurt? Everyone always said it did the first time. Arthur tensed as his breath rapidly increased and became panic. Damn, why did he start this! It was his entire fault!

"Calmez-ange. Je ne vais pasvous blesser." Francis breathed, as he said words of comfort. "C'est ok. Ne sois pas sitendue."

Arthur nodded, and then felt a slick finger enter his ass. He tried to stay calm, and was doing his best, but it hurt! He breathed roughly, calming himself more as the finger slowly went in and out. It would curl, and twist. Francis came down and kissed him roughly, yet in a gentle way. Arthur eventually got used to the finger, and found himself moving against it. When he did this Francis added another one, which made him stop. It hurt in a similar way but more. Arthur felt tears appear and he scrunched his eyes shut again. Francis rubbed his member more and kissed him deeper to distract him from the pain. It thankfully helped and once again he got used to the fingers that were curling, and twisting, and making scissor like motions.

By the forth finger Arthur was crying and refusing any kiss Francis tried to give him. He wasn't refusing anything else he just didn't want to be kissed. Francis didn't move his hand, and laid his head on the Englishmen's chest, listening to his heart race. When Arthur finally calmed down, Francis stroked his roughly, and bit his nipples. His began a thrusting motion with his hands. Arthur arched and gasped as a finger hit his prostate. He moaned, and whined in pleasure a lust glazed his eyes.

"F-Francis, I-I think, I f-feel like, I'm… go-going to c-cum!" Arthur had said between moans and the little inhales of air. Francis moved up and looked down at Arthur. He smiled, and then felt his lover tense. "FRANCIS!" Arthur called as he spilled his fluids. Francis removed his hands from his lovers body. He undid his tight pants and sighed in relief when he freed his member.

Francis looked down at his lover. He was panting, heaving for air even though he had plenty. Francis kissed him, and then turned him over. He pulled up his ass and licked up his back, making Arthur shutter. "Sexy." He whispered into the younger man's ear. "Beautiful." He said seductively. He reached around and once again began to caress Arthur's delicate organ. His love grunted and shifted on his elbows. Francis then positioned his large dick in front of Arthur's hole. He slowly began to penetrate his little angel, while saying words like 'Lolita' and 'gorgeous'. Arthur was arching which was only making Francis go further in. His breath was once again hitched and rough. He whimpered and groaned.

Francis let go of his cock and grabbed Arthur's hips. He slid out completely, and then slammed back into the heat of the hole. Arthur called out and moaned. The night went on in a similar manner such as this. The Frenchmen was determined to make Arthurs first sexual experience the best, so it went on. They did many rounds, in many different positions. Each time Francis emptied his load into the younger nation. They may have lived away from civilization, but that night at the edge of town you could hear very faint screams of pleasure from someone who had lost their virginity.

The next morning Arthur woke up alone in his bed. His younger twin sisters were coming today. He had to get the guest rooms ready for them! SHIT! Arthur quickly sat up gasped and laid back down. Damn bastard, that stupid Francis. Where was he! Damn it. He looked at the clock, 8:23 a.m. THEY WOULD BE HERE ANY SECOND! Oh, damn, damn, damn, DAMN IT! Just then, Francis entered the room with a plate of pancakes.

"Brought your breakfast, your sisters are here. I already got the rooms ready don't fret." Francis said smiling as he handed Arthur pain medication, which Arthur immediately swallowed. "I hope pancakes and warm milk do, it's what your sisters wanted." Sighed Francis as he handed Arthur the tray of food.

"It's fine, thanks." Arthur said as he took a sip of warm milk. Francis smiled.

"Well when you're ready, your sisters want to see you." Then Francis left the room. Arthur sighed in content as the pain began to ease away, and then he began to eat.

You could say Francis was utterly calm around the two girls, but on the inside he was weak to the first ones glare, and the second ones disapproval. They were downright scary! Who wouldn't be afraid of them! Arthur's sisters were beautiful, but had that hint of deadly to them. Like Belarus but worse, and not the brother obsession. More like, oh god I hate you feel. Damn, he felt his skin burning under their watchful eyes.

"What is taking brother so long?" Northern Ireland said unhappily.

"Yeah, we want to see him." Agreed Southern Ireland.

Francis looked at the girls, trying to think of something to say. They continued the glare at him with dark striking green eyes. Right now their faces didn't match there outfits at all, which made them look interesting or exotic. North had light orange like hair, and freckles were everywhere on her. She wore a plaid green, red, and black skirt, and a green sweater vest with a long sleeved white dress shirt underneath. She had black dress shoes on and white knee socks as well. South had dark red hair, and like her sister freckles were everywhere. She had torn grass stained jeans on, and a plaid sweater vest of blue white and green. She had a black t-shirt under it, and she wore red sneakers. God they had this lively accent too! But they were scary as hell.

"He had a rough night, he'll be right down." Francis said with a smile. He didn't want to be killed.

"Oh, he finally let you… you know… right?" asked South, North's face exploded with color.

"DON'T ASK THOSE KIND OF PERSONAL QUESTIONS!" hissed North, making South jump.

"Now, now, I'm not going to talk about it. That's also Arthur's choice. So if you want to know about what we did just ask him, but it would make my day if I could explain the wonderful story!" swooned Francis.

The two girls giggled a little, Francis just smiled at them. "I see you're all having fun." Came a voice from the stairwell. The girls brightened up immediately, and squealed words like 'Brother!' or 'I haven't seen you in like forever!' and even 'How have you been. They hugged and cuddled their brother like he was a cute rabbit. Arthur laughed and hugged them back. I had been a long time since they had seen each other. What, 200 year maybe? God, no wonder they had begged to visit.

Arthur was beaming as he listened to his sisters tell stories of recent travels they had. "Conner wanted to come visit too, but he couldn't." said North.

"That's ok Neala, I'll call later and talk with him." Arthur sighed as he remembered his older brother.

"He got a new phone and number so like I'll give it to you." North said with joy.

"Nola I think you hang around Poland to much, you putting 'like' in all you sentences." North said to her sister.

"Shut up Neala, he's awesome." She said back.

"Now you sound like Prussia."

Nola glared at Neala, and Neala glared right back. Arthur sweat dropped, and then laughed a little. "W-what about Berwyn, how is he?" asked Arthur, thinking about his youngest sibling. The two girls frowned, and had saddened looks.

"He is really sick right now. He had wanted to come but decided not to because he wasn't feeling well." The girls said in unison. They looked at there brother, he didn't look happy either.

"Oh." Arthur mumbled, not really enjoying the sudden change in the room. "Um, how a-about I go make some tea!"

"No, no I'll go make some. Be right back you all just chat for a bit." Said Francis as he make his 'wife' sit back down. He left the room ignoring the protesting Britain.

Heart: SO! I hope its good I mean… maybe not long but I still hope its good…

I do not own Hetalia, France, United Kingdom, exetra.

I do own all OC's I have made though.

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Thanks for Reading! ~

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