Chapter 2 Note: i do not own these characters i just love to play with them. WARNING WARNING! HOT MAN X MAN CURSING DRUNKEN BAD FRIENDS TRIO! NERVOUS LOVE! A LITTLE FLUFFY! Now that that's out of the way. So this is chapter two. Sorry it takes me soo long. So i hope you enjoy. REviews would make my world go round. excuse my french.
"Will you, mon ami? I am a genius of love after all." France smiled.
"No," England sighed.
The routine was a little ridiculous.
"Of course someone of your fashion sense would never recognize a lover like me. Petite lapin." France laughed.
"Look who the bloody hell is fucking talking! You wear a cape to battle." England glared.
"It's a cloak you fool," France spat back.
"Even so such a thing is frivolous for war."
France flirted with England, England would turn him down, and then they would fight. Then repeat.
"We are not in war mon petite lapin," France purred, "so let's have some fun."
"NO! I will not go anywhere with you!" England stomped away.
France pouted. He hated the way things ended the same every time. Such a waste. Now he would have to hang out with his drunken friends.
"Bonjour," he called sadly.
"Did you miss my AWESOMENESS France!" Prussio slurred.
"Hola! What is wrong my friend." Spain smiled. Spain was obviously neither drunk nor buzzed, so he spare some time to give his attention to france.
"The usual," France took some whine from his Spanish friend.
"England?" Prussia laughed then slumped next to France, "He isn't awesome enough for you."
"Shut up Prussia," France spat.
"What now amigo?" Spain nudged Prussia off his couch.
"He just keeps saying no."
"Do you ask him sincerely, mijo?"
"What do you mean, i am France of course,"
"Yes, king of the flirty, not to sincerity. So say something with real pasion in it."
"Fine, but he will say no!" France pouted.
"Angleterr!" France called happily.
"What do you want, toad," England crossed his arms.
"Want to go on a date," France smirk, "With the ever so handsome me."
"No!," England yelled.
"Why not?" France whined.
"Because you are a no good bloody wine drinking bastard, who eats snails and god knows what else," England glared.
"Well, your queen looks like a man!" Frances sneered.
"That's it," England fumed and began to walk away.
France grabbed the angry man's arm, "Wait."
England glare at the mad until he saw the sincere expression on that gorgeous face, "What France."
"I'm sorry, i shouldn't of said that. But," France couldn't breathe.
"But what?" England frowned.
"I really want to go on a date with you," France smiled.
England sighed, "Fine."
"Great! I'll pick you up at eight un don't wear your uniform." France smiled.
"Fine,"
##8 o clock##
England sat in his living room and tugged at his dark faded jeans. Utterly ridiculous. He though as he tugged at the collar of his white button up shirt, making sure to leave the first two buttons undone. All of this was worrying was definitely not good for his blood pressure. It was exactly eight and France wasn't here. Maybe he was just playing a game.
*DING DONG*
With a groan, England got up and answered the door. He was welcomed by a bouquet of red and white roses. Stepping back a little, he inspected the man holding the roses. France stood tall in tan boot and matching, tight tan pants. A jean jacket hug open and loose around his frame, while a blua tang top hugged his muscular body.
"Too much?" The beautiful, golden haired man spoke.
"Maybe," England took the flowers, "Your a few minutes late."
"Sorry, the flowers took a bit of time." France smiled, "Now come, i have everything planned out."
"Oh really," England scoffed as he closed his door.
"Yes, really. Now come on, we are off to eat." France smiled and took England's hand.
The two walked down a quiet street in silence. France was smiling happily to himself while England was a bit more nervous. Trying not to show his emotions, England counted backwards from twenty.
And when that was done, "Where are we going anyway."
France pointed at a restaurant, "How do you say...um... Fish and chips."
"Really?" they walked into the restaurant, "I didn't think a frog like you would want to eat that."
"You'll be surprised at what i want to... eat," France purred.
"Ha right," England blushed.
"Righ' this way!" A pale woman with black hair smiled at them.
The two were seated at a small table and given two menus.
"Wha' would yous like?" The woman smiled at France, practically ignoring England.
"We will have two cokes un two orders of fish and chips. Oh! un please make sure his has a lemon in it," France smiled at England.
"S'ok, be righ' back," the woman smiled.
"So, how do you like it here?" France smirked.
"It's nice," England said shyly.
"Good," France placed his hand on top of England's, "I want you to enjoy tonight. All of it."
"Ah, yeah ok." England blushed.
Were they really going to do... it. England's mind swirled as the waitress brought there food.
"S'anything else i can get yous?" The waitress grinned at France.
"One chocolate cake, two forks." France smiled.
"Oh," she frowned, "Soon as possible."
"I don't think she likes me," England whispered as he nipped at his chip.
"That those not matter, because i like you. She's just jealous of your beauty." France sipped his drink.
England gave a snort, "Yeah right."
"You do not believe me?" France inclined his head.
"She's pale, dark hair, and petite. I'm an angry English man with bushy eye brows and shaggy hair." Once England hear himself speak, he began to stuff his mouth with fish.
"Oh Arthur," England jumped at his real name, "You are so beautiful. Your eyes are bright green and lively. Your hair is soft as it comes around your face, which has the loveliest skin i've ever laid eyes on."
England blushed, "Thank you, Francis."
The rest of the meal was quiet. Arthur didn't know what to say, those kind words had gotten to him. The two gave an occasional glace at each other, but nothing more. Until the dessert came.
"Gots two fork and one cake," the waitress said, "Anyting else."
"No sank you," France smiled, "Though a check would be nice."
"K," the waitress walked away once again.
Francis dipped his fork into the cake then held it up to Arthur's face. Blushing, Arthur leaned in and took a bite of the cake then lick his lips provocatively. Francis' mouth came ajar, giving Arthur the chance to slip a cake covered fork in his mouth. The shocked Frenchman swallowed the sweet treat.
"Yummy?" Arthur questioned.
Francis leaned across the table and lick a small smudge of chocolate off of Arthur's lips, "Not as yummy as you."
"Want to go?" Arthur huffed.
"Yes," Francis left enough money for the check.
It takes a lot of endurance for both men to make it back to Arthur's house. That cake was either my best idea or my worst idea. Francis thought as he followed Arthur to his bedroom. Once inside the comfortable room, Francis leaned down and claim the delectable pink lips. The chaste kiss turned passionate when Arthur slipped his tongue into Francis' warm mouth. The two tasted of chocolate of course, how ever each had their own flavor added.
Arthur tasted of chocolate and tea, were as Francis tasted of chocolate and wine. Delicious.
Francis broke the kiss and lightly push Arthur onto the king sized bed. Straddling the huffing man, Francis began to removed the brit's clothing.
"Are you sure about this," he said in between kisses.
"Absolutely," Green eyes smiled.
With that, Francis slid a hand on top of Arthur's crotch and gave it a light squeeze. The brit emitted a soft moan as his pant and boxers were ripped off. Leaning up, he began to take off Franc's jacket and tang top. Soon the two were in the mist of a naked, hot, passionate kiss. They grinding into one another in a desperate rhythm.
"Arthur," Francis said as he flip them, "Open your legs."
Arthur was now straddling his Frenchman with a bright red face. Applying a good amount of lube on his fingers, Francis made his was for Arthur's entrance. Slowly, he slid the first finger in and out of the puckered hole. Arthur threw his head back in bliss as a second and third finger was quickly added. Francis was rocking his fingers fast and furious looking for that magical bundle of nerves. The lovely brit slouched down with a squeak as hit prostate was assulted.
"Fr-francis," Arthur cried.
"Yes," Francis kept assaulting the sweet little spot.
"Ppl-l-lease," Arthur moaned.
"If you want it take it," Francis removed his fingers.
Not giving much though at all, Arthur positioned himself over Francis' weeping member. Slowly, he lowed himself on the swollen cock, not stopping until he had all of it inside him. Moaning delectably, Arthur leaned forward and kissed Francis. Taking that as a hint, Francis grabbed the brit's hips and thrusted upwards. Letting out a deep moan, Arthur began thrusting his hips as fast as he could. Mesmerized, Francis watched his beautiful lover bounce on his cock. With a devilish smile he began to pump the neglected member infront of his.
"Francis!" Arthur nearly came at the stimulation.
"Y-you won't last long, mon cheri," Francis moaned.
Flipping them over, Francis began to ram into Arthur's prostate with every thrust.
"Ahghh, s-so close," Arthus screamed.
"Come for me Arthur," Francis breathe.
The brit came hard on to his and Francis' chest. The velvety warmth of his cavity came crushing down on Francis' member and caused the French men to cum. Coming back to earth, Francis slid out of Arthur and pulled a blanket over them.
"I love you," Francis whispered.
"I love you too," Arthur hoped Francis didn't hear him
Arthur woke to find his lover's arms around him.
"Francis! Get up, we have things we need to do," Arthur struggled to get up.
"Later," Francis yawned.
"If you don't get up right this instance we will never fuck again," Arthur yelled.
"Mon cheri what are our plans," Francis got up with a smile.
"That's what a thought," Arthur smiled
Note: Um... yeah... so Review.? God i am so happy i finished this . i've been soo busy lately.
Arthur: Bloody fucking toad! We are probably going to be late for a world conference.
Francis: Yes, but you loved my... touch.
Arthur: Why did you do this!
Me: Because it's entertaining.
