I decided to post the new chapter now. Tomorrow morning I'm going to the beach with my boyfriend and his parents. I have a strong feeling they're gonna try and leave me stranded there so I can't be with him. So here's the new chapter! Third one may or may not come...

Enjoy and I'll try to think of an escape plan.

"No!" England said with that firm volume of finality in his voice. "You are not to see that bloody wanker!" I had just returned from France's office and told England he had invited me out.

"England! I want to go! I haven't seen France in forever!" I said quietly, trying not to sound angry at him. I wanted to see France. Really badly.

"No, Canada!" England snapped. "He's a bloody pedo! You'll stay home for your own safety!"

"Don't say such things about France!" I yelled. I covered my mouth with my hands shocked I'd raised me voice at England. England seemed equally shocked and just stared at me. I lowered my hands and looked down at our feet. "He's sweet and nice. I want to go to dinner with him."

England stayed silent. He didn't say anything more about it from then on. He just sat and continued with his paperwork. I didn't know if that was a yes or a no. I didn't know if he wanted me to leave. He just ignored me. Treating me like I was invisible. I left the room silently, feeling the silence manifest into an unseen mass of heavy air. I swallowed and shut the door quietly. I knew what I was gonna do.

I stood before the door to the large mansion. I waited quietly and soon the door opened and there stood France, wearing a suit that fitted him perfectly. He kissed my cheeks again and hugged me tight. "I'm so glad you could come." He whispered smiling. His hand grabbed mine again, making my heart race and he led me into the parlor and sat me down beside him on the love seat couch.

"Wine?" He offered smiling, pouring the dark red clear liquid into two glasses. I nodded taking one and took a sip. It warmed me considerably and I felt myself relax. He smiled. "How did England react to my invitation?" He asked, looking bemused at the very idea.

"He told me I wasn't allowed to come." I said quietly, wanting to see how he reacted to my rebellion. "He acted like you asked me on a date or something."

France smiled mischievously. "Is it not a date?" I felt my face heat up and fumbled with me glass. This was a date? My heart pounded and I looked up at him amazed. He laughed wholeheartedly and smiled. "A joke. I'm joking."

I breathed easier and laughed with him. He really had me. He just ruffled my hair and took my hand. "Dinner's ready."

I took another bite of my crème brulée. It was delicious as had been everything else. France smiled and reached over ruffling my hair. "I remembered it was your favorite." He said smiling. I nodded and took another bite smiling at France. He was so affectionate and warm. I loved being with him.

"It's so good. Thank you." I smiled graciously. France chuckled and poured me more wine. It was my third glass and I had to admit, it was starting to become very influential. I think I was getting drunk. France had poured himself a fourth glass, but seemed perfectly fine. I was a little tipsy and I had relaxed considerably.

"Eat as much as you want, love." He said smiling at me still.

I finished eating and took my glass letting France directing me into his study. We sat together on the couch and talked. He told me how much he'd missed me after England took me. I told him how much I missed him. He hugged me. His arm stayed wrapped around my shoulders. A fourth glass of wine for me and a fifth and sixth for him.

My head found his shoulder, and he rested his cheek against my hair. England was never affectionate like this with me. Only France. I smiled and hugged him, the wine taking over more and more making my confidence rise. "Oh, my sweet Canada." He whispered sweetly kissing my hair. It felt good. The kiss, his arms around me. Him calling me 'my'.

He nuzzled his neck, feeling confidence. It was probably the wine, but I didn't care. He k my forehead. He liked holding me. I liked him holding me.

Then he kissed me. Not on the forehead. Not on the cheek. His lips were to mine. His tongue in my mouth. Mine in his. I tasted the wine. I didn't pull away. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I liked it.

What happened next was the best night of my life.

My head pounded. It felt like it was splitting in half. A hangover? How much wine did I actually drink? I sat up and looked around the study, rubbing my head. I felt firm arms around my waist. My bare waist. I was naked!

I looked around and saw France laying beside me, his arms wrapped around me. He was naked too. I swallowed and felt something sticky on my lower stomach. My hands slammed over my mouth as realization struck. France and I did it?

He stirred, my heart fluttered, my stomach doing flips. "Mm, Matthew?" He sat up and kissed me. Wholly on the lips. I panicked. I grabbed my clothes and quickly dressed. "Matthew? What is it? What's wrong?"

I stood up. "I-I-." I swallowed. I was shaking. Had we really done it?

France hugged him. He was naked still. I trembled in his arms, scared. I'd never done anything like that before. Not even with a girl. It went from my first kiss to losing my virginity in five minutes. Maybe I should have listened to England. "Matthew. Ssh, what is it?"

"Y-You- we?" I felt my eyes burn. I hadn't been ready. France took advantage of me while I was drunk. I thought he would never hurt me. Why would he do this to me? "Y-you took advantage of me."

"No!" He looked at me, his eyes stunned, expression worried. "No, oh Matthew I'm sorry. I thought you wanted it too." He asked me to stay where I was and quickly dressed and hugged me tightly. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I thought you wanted it. Please don't hate me, Matthew."

I wiped my eyes and sniffled. "I was a virgin."

"I'm sorry, Matthew."

I blinked and looked up at him. "Y-You're calling me Matthew." No one had ever used my name before. Not even England or America.

"Do you not want me too?" He asked quietly. "I just thought it'd be okay. Something only I call you." He smiled gently and stroked my cheek gently. I sniffled, but I started calming down.

"N-No, you can call me Matthew." I whispered, sounding stupid. I slid my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back tightly. "What does this make us."

"Lovers?"

I froze. Lovers… With France? I never thought of something like this. Never thought I would ever have a lover. Especially not as France's lover. But it would mean that me and France could be together again. "U-Um, sure. Okay."

Chapter 2- End

Here it is! Wish me luck... I hope to survive!