~AN~ Another chapter! Wahoo! I have no life...but that's ok, because that means I have time to update! Here is the France chapter...oh my gosh...XD

Summary- The other nations have noticed America has started wearing these weird, colored bracelets. What do they mean? The nations are determined to find out.

~Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia.

Color of fourth broken bracelet- Glittery Purple

Meaning- willing to French kiss

Slight pairing alert: America/France or Alfred/Francis

Warnings: Maybe slight OOC-ness...? Beware of French kissing under the Eiffel Tower! Reference to the Eiffel Tower as France's d**k.

Last minute note: I hope I got France as in character as possible. This incident takes place 3 weeks after the beach one.

"Did you really have to add the antenna on top just because it lost its title as 'Tallest Man-Made Structure in the World' to the Chrysler Building?", America questioned as he looked up at the Eiffel Tower. France averted his eyes to Alfred with a smirk on his face.

"Of course, Amérique. How else would my dick have gotten longer, thus making me all the more desirable?" The Frenchman grabbed the American's butt for extra emphasis. Alfred jumped away, glaring at Francis. France laughed his weird 'Honhonhon' laugh and started inching his way closer to the other nation. Alfred kept backing away until his back hit something metal. He looked up, finding out he had hit one of the legs of the tower.

"You seem to have nowhere to go, Amérique. But, do not worry, I don't bite. Hard." Alfred shivered unpleasantly, though he laughed loudly to cover up his disgust.

"The hero can get out of any situation, no matter how impossible it may seem!" The American laughed loudly again, but the volume kind of faded away when he thought of something. This might be a situation where he might not be able to get out of without giving Francis what he wanted. France rolled his eyes at America's loud laughing, then frowned slightly when it died away.

"What are you going to do to me, France?" Now the Frenchman knew why the younger blonde had stopped laughing. He was nervous. How cute!

"Oh, don't worry, Amérique. You can trust me, mon ami." The older blonde moved his hands to America's wrists, pulling them up so they were trapped above the younger blonde's head. Alfred knew he could not trust Francis. He gasped when the other moved his wrists above his head. America struggled to get free but France must have known this would happen, because the Frenchman just tightened his grip on the American's wrists. Francis also moved his body so he was pressed against the other with practically no space in between them.

"I guess I really don't have anywhere go.", America mumbled.

"I like this glittery purple bracelet, Amérique. Can I see it?"

"No." Alfred tried to remove his hands out of the other blonde's grasp once more, but to no avail. The Frenchman slowly and quietly slipped his right index finger under the sparkly bracelet, without the other noticing. SNAP! America froze. No, that didn't just happen! No! No! No! It was just my imagination!, Alfred thought frantically. Both nations watched as the glittery purple bracelet dropped to the ground. Francis looked at America with an indifferent, 'I'm not sorry I just broke that', look. Alfred did not want to kiss Francis, but he promised himself he would fufill the requirements of all the bracelets. No matter how unpleasant the situation. America quickly pressed his lips to the other man's. Of course France responded almost immediately. Oh my god, this is hella nasty! But, why does it feel so good?, the younger blonde screamed in his mind as the kiss continued. Alfred had come come to the part of the kiss he did not want to do. Francis had started to unbutton the other's shirt. At the same time said other man quickly thrust his tongue into the Frenchman's mouth. The older blonde hummed in appreciation at the other's 'willingness'. America rubbed his tongue against the other's, trying not to gag with disgust-or groan with pleasure- he could not tell. When Alfred felt one of France's hands moving to a place it had no place being, he pushed him away. Francis stumbled backward from being pushed and landed on his butt about a foot away from the other blonde.

"4 down, 12 to go.", America grumbled as he wiped France's salivia off his mouth and rebuttoned his shirt. Alfred stomped away from Francis, ignoring the small crowd of tourists that had gathered around them, and had witnessed his humiliation under the Eiffel Tower.

~AN~ FINALLY! THIS ONE IS DONE! Holy jeebus, I feel so dirty! I hope France and America were in character and I'm made it pervy enough for the possible America/France fans who might read this! XD