a/n: thank you NorwegianSpiritNinja, The Fujoshi and Threnna for your lovely reviews! for this chapter, you are strongly advised to listen to katy perry's 'peacock' while reading ^^
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock," France winks at Canada, who suddenly finds himself bound to his seat.
"France!" Canada interrupts, trying to break free of his binds. They feel weird and are made of plastic and when he realises that they are from the correction tape cartridge that France was fiddling with before America and Russia's performance. He supposes that France must have tied him up (he wonders why he did not notice it happening) when they were singing and... Good Lord.
"Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock," France eyes Canada hungrily.
"America!" Canada turns to his brother, who is still busy making out with Russia.
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock," France saunters towards Canada, whose eyes are wide in horror.
Everyone else is holding their breath, they know what is coming (no pun intended again) and this time it's England who says it - "So we've gone from making jokes about penis size to singing about the actual thing" - and the rest of the nations burst out laughing wildly.
"Word on the street, you got somethin' to show me-me," France looks down at Canada's crotch, licking his lips. "Magical, colourful, Mr. Mystery-y," he reaches for it and Canada pushes hard in his swivel chair until he hits the wall.
"I'm intrigued, for a peek, heard it's fascinating," France puts his hands on Canada's shoulders.
"Come on baby see, whatchu hidin' underneath," he winks.
"Who the hell did you hear it from?" Canada squeaks, but he doesn't get a reply.
"Words are mislead, such a tease," France admonishes as his hands travel lower and Canada's cheeks turn beetroot red. "Wanna see the show-ow," his hands travel past Canada's abdomen, stopping just before his crotch.
"In 3D, a movie, heard it's beautiful-ul," France moves backwards, much to Canada's relief. "Be the judge," he looks at the rest of the nations.
"And my boys gonna take a bow-ow."
Japan is the first to join in, taking his place beside France as some sort of back up dancer. "Come on baby let me see, whatchu hiding underneath," he whispers, much to France's approval.
"I want the jaw droppin', eye poppin', head turnin', body shockin'," France declares, swaying his hips, doing a couple of crotch grabbing movements a la Michael Jackson.
Italy gets up and joins France and Japan.
"Oh oh, ay ay oh, oh oh, ay ay oh," Japan and Italy copy France's actions.
"I want my heart throbbin', ground shakin', show stoppin', amazin'," France rocks his hips forward and Canada gulps because admittedly, the man is rather hot...
"Oh oh, ay ay oh, oh oh, ay ay oh," Japan and Italy echo.
Germany decides that his palm desperately needs to get a divorce from his face before they celebrate their golden anniversary.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" France looks pointedly at Canada. "Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bi-atch," he shakes his head disapprovingly.
"I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off," France walks forward, sashaying his hips. "Come on baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath."
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" Japan and Italy join in, following France. "What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off," they throw looks looks that make his spine tingle.
"Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful," France smirks as he starts to strip off his blazer. "Come on baby let me see, whatchu hidin' underneath," he throws it aside.
By now, America and Russia have stopped making out.
England wonders if the nations will have to hold a funeral for yet another stalk of rose when it is being used to cover France's nether regions.
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock," France unbuttons his shirt and Canada really wants to squeeze his eyes shut to stop looking but France... Oh France... He's certain his glasses is fogging up due to how hot he's getting.
"Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock," Japan and Italy provide backing vocals and suddenly, America feels the urge to join in.
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock," France's eyes land on Canada's crotch again and Canada gulps nervously, hoping that it isn't rising beneath his pants.
"Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock," France's blue eyes are set aglow with lust and Canada has to admit, yes, the man is so damn fucking hot. "I wanna see your..."
"Skip the talk, heard it all, time to walk the walk," France waves his hand about, as if he is fanning himself.
"But I haven't said anything!" Canada protests, but no one is really listening to him any more.
"Brake me off, if you bad, show me who's the boss," France's voice suddenly turns into a dark, unbearably sexy whisper.
"Need some goose, if you lose, come on take a shot," France teases and by now, America has joined his 'bevy' of backup dancers, dragging Russia along with him.
"Come on baby let me see, whatchu hidin' underneath," Japan, Italy, America and Russia chant in unison.
"I want the jaw droppin', eye poppin', head turnin', body shockin'," France sings, doing a body wave.
"Oh oh, ay ay oh, oh oh, ay ay oh," Japan, Italy, America and Russia follow suit.
Germany and England's jaw hits the ground.
"I want my heart throbbin', ground shakin', show stoppin', amazin'," France does it again, smirking.
"Oh oh, ay ay oh, oh oh, ay ay oh," and so does Japan, Italy, America and Russia.
England decides that it is time for him to join in.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" France pushes his chest out and back, bopping. "Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bi-atch," he adds.
"I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off, come on baby let me see, whatchu hiding underneath."
Russia, America, Japan, Italy and England do their best to bop and move from left to right, keeping in time.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" France raises an eyebrow suggestively as he walks towards Canada once again. "What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off," his grin grows wide and Canada winces.
"Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful," France is now way too close for Canada's comfort.
"Come on baby let me see, whatchu hidin' underneath," the other nations move their legs quickly in a couple of knee rolls.
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock," France pushes Canada's legs apart. "Your peacock, cock," his hands caress Canada's thighs.
"Your peacock, cock, cock," by now, Germany has joined in as well, feeling awkward about being the only one left on the 'sidelines'. "Your peacock, cock," France traces intricate patterns all over Canada's inner thigh, causing his hips to buck forward.
"Oh my God no exaggeration," France strokes Canada through his trousers. "Boy all this time was worth the waiting," he cups the Canadian's erection, increasing the speed of his stroking.
"I just shared a tear," France straddles Canada. "I am so unprepared," he lowers himself onto Canada's lap.
The rest of the nations continue dancing, hips rocking forward and back.
England does his best to suppress his laughter - France? Unprepared? - as he does his best to keep in time.
Canada feels as if he's the one who shed plenty of tears.
"You've got the finest architecture," France leans forward hips grinding slowly. "End of the rainbow lookin' treasure," he licks his lips.
"Such a sight to see," France's breath is hot on Canada's earlobe as he grinds his hips against his. "And it's all for me," his breath hitches as Canada's hips jerk upwards involuntarily.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" France asks as his hands roam about Canada's chest. "Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bi-atch," he finds a hardened nub on the Canadian's chest and teases it through the flimsy material of his shirt.
"I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off," France scrapes a fingernail against it. A moan escapes Canada's lips, despite his best efforts to not enjoy the... Lap dance France was giving him and he feels his cheeks heat up so badly that one could probably fry an egg on it. "Come on baby let me see, whatchu hiding underneath," he grinds harder and Canada moans again, much to his embarrassment.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?" France asks again as Canada decides that he cannot hold his moans back any longer. "What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off," France sinks his nails into Canada's shoulders.
"Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful," France's voice is now a breathy whisper - the friction feels so damn good - he wonders if he can hold out any longer. "Come on baby let me see..."
"I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock," the rest of the nations roll their hips forward, looking as if they are humping the air.
"I wanna see your," France's hips grind faster and all that Canada tries to say come out as an incoherent mess.
"Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock," the other nations continue dancing. "I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock!"
"I wanna see your," France literally moans the words. "Come on baby let me see, whatchu hidin' underneath," he finishes the song and with another thrust, the both of them go over the edge, panting heavily.
Canada decides that he is never going to turn up at another G8 meeting ever again, if he can help it.
"Ve~" Italy claps and slowly, so do the other nations, getting out of their roles as France's backup dancers. "It's my turn to sing now," he grins and the other nations stare blankly at him.
"Here we go again," America's eyes twinkle.
a/n: italy singing lena meyer-landrut's (she's the german winner of eurovision 2010) 'satellite' is next! don't go away, we'll be right back!