"France, please put me down. I don't have to be carried everywhere you know..." England sighs, then getting gently put down on the ground as he requested.
"Well, this is our new home! Shall we go in?" France rhetorically asks, pulling out the key and unlocking it.

"Oh, I noticed that none of your brothers were at the wedding England... Any reason why?" France asks out of the blue, trying to get some conversation going.
"Well, it WAS held in Italy for whatever reason, I guess they thought passing through France was too much of a hassle." England sighs, then hearing the phone in the kitchen ring. "Wait we already have a combine phone number?" He asks himself before rushing to answer it. "France and England residence, who is this?" He asks.

"Brother! Bro! How are you? You doing good? Sorry we couldn't make it- HEY STOP PUSHING IN HE ISN'T EVEN REPLYING! PUT HIM ON SPEAKER ANYWAY! Fine! Just calm yourselves... So how is our little brother?"

England's face looks unamused. France looks confused. "Uh, who is it Mon chéri?" France asks reluctantly.

"How the hell did you gits even get this number? We only got married yesterday." England asks, already annoyed.
"Good question! Boys, how DID we get this number anyhow? What do you mean you don't know? You were the one that dialled it! I just punched in random numbers! So you just guessed? Pretty much! Hey should we ask for his address since he doesn't reside in the palace anymore."
England is fuming, and France notices this. "Ah! England... How about I speak to them?" He offers. England takes the offer and hands the phone over to France immediately. "Hello Gentlemen... Uh, you are all male right?"
"Oh! Is this France? Of course it's France who else talks with that accent? Doesn't Italy? No he doesn't... Oh, anyway... We're England's brothers! Yeah! Hey! We should talk one at a time... Let's not confuse him..." The call goes silent for a little bit.

"I'm Scotland. I'm one of the two that has their countries connected to England, I reside on his head. Heh." Scotland introduces himself.
"And I'm Wales! I'm connected to him too, but I'm to his west." Wales greets.
"Northern Ireland here! Things are a little tricky with me... I still see myself as a brother to England but Ireland himself doesn't... Even though I'm connected to him. Ehhh..." Northern Ireland laughs at himself.
"Nice to... Quote-unquote meet you fellows... I'll be sure to visit you men sometime in the future, yes? And maybe you three would get along nicely with my brothers... Just don't let them drink at your weddings, if you ever have them." France replies.
"Oh, how's England doing?" Wales asks.

France looks around the Kitchen, England has wandered off.
"He's perfectly fine by my standards... But he's going to be more than fine soon." France replies, with a smirk on his face.
"What do you even mean by that? Fine to great perhaps? Oh no, look what you did! You ruined it! Now he will be confused on which of us is talking again! I just wanna talk to England! You had that chance and you blew it Wales! It's your fault too!" France then hangs up, knowing they will probably bicker for a while longer.

"Mon chéri, where are you?" France asks. He gets no reply.
"Well, some luggage still needs to be brought in... Doesn't it?" He asks himself. "I know, I'll wait for him in the bedroom..." He quietly laughs to himself, then walking off.


"Urgh! Where did France go?" England asks himself. "It's almost time for dinner and-" Leaping from the closet comes France, grabbing onto England. England jumps in his skin but quickly realises it's France once he feels his ass being pinched.
"We are going to do it... Right now."
"Wait what?!"

France is quick to pin England down on the bed, then he rolls England over so they're face to face. England begins blushing.
"Ah, you're so cute when you blush..." France comments, then giving England a quick kiss on the lips before pulling England's shirt off and then his own. "You're starting to heat up already..." France laughs a little as he gently grabs onto England's nipples, then pinching them a little.

"Oh god France..." England tried to resist but despite his best efforts he was quickly caught under France's command.
"That's a good boy... You want to get straight to the point don't you?" France chuckles, pulling off his pants to reveal he's already hard.
England's face lights up and stares at France's Eiffel Tower. "My gosh... I've never seen you..." England can't bring himself to finish the sentence, quickly becoming hard himself.
"That was easy, wasn't it?" France comments, then rolling England onto his stomach and pulling him up a little. "Don't get too tense now, just enjoy it."

France grabs England's Big Ben and starts stroking it, then entering England. England flinches in response but seems to be enjoying the handy too much. "Admit it, you're enjoying this."

England holds his words for as long as he can, but he admits to it eventually. "Yes..." He says, followed by a moan.

After 10 minutes you'd think they'd be finished...

"We're not done yet England... " France says, despite England having blown his load already. England looks exhausted. "Now what?" He asks, just wanting to rest at this point.
"Don't worry, soon..." France quickly kisses England then starts running a finger up England's stomach. This causes England to tense up as he feels a sudden sensation, since his sensitive points are being gently touched.

Once France has his finger up to England's neck, he flicks his finger off and lets out a relived yell as he unleashes, still in England, but quickly pulling out and landing on top of England, then kissing him all over his neck. "Wasn't that fun?" France laughs, not sounding out of breath.
"You sure know how to do it well..." England compliments. "But now I'm too tired to bother with dinner." England sighs, then yawning.
"Don't worry, I'll make breakfast tomorrow morning..." France says, kissing England one more time before pulling the sheets over them.
"And I was hoping I wouldn't have to wash the sheets so soon..." England sighs, closing his eyes to rest.