DPMP: Yay, chapter six!
Canada: W-why are you leaving?
DPMP: I'm going to Sea World! PEACE!
Prussia: W-wait! At least finish the chap-
-SLAM-
Prussia: -ter. Dammit!
-Twelve hours later-
DPMP: I'm back!
Everyone: *snore*
DPMP: …
I do not own Hetalia. I don't even have a job. But a girl can fantasize.
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This chapter will be rated M for a lemon. LEMON, people! I'm not THAT innocent, sheesh. So if you don't like, you may turn around now.
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The first thing Matthew did was stare. Feliciano giggled at the boy's reaction.
"You live here? Maple!" Mattie breathed. "This could fit in a whole country!"
Ludwig chuckled.
"Yes, well, my grandfather has a lot of money. This is the most expensive thing we own, believe it or not."
"What? No expensive 2-million dollar car?" Matthew asked.
"No. My grandfather likes for everything to be simple," Ludwig said. "This house was considered a waste of money in his eyes. There are still rooms left unused… We do have a library, though. That's where Feli and I study. Feel free to place your backpack in there, as well as Gilbert's textbooks."
"Thanks," Matthew set the books down on the table and his backpack next to a chair.
"Now," Matthew said. "Where is Gilbert's room?"
They walked across the hall to a closet door. Matthew raised an eyebrow before knocking.
"Go away!" a grumpy voice from behind yelled.
"Gilbert, let me in," Matthew pleaded.
From what they could hear, it sounded like the albino was tumbling over things –not surprising, his room is a pig sty- to get to the door. The door opened to show scarlet eyes and unkempt, dirty white hair. Gilbert's mouth was pulled back into a frown.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Matthew hesitated before taking a step closer, so that Gilbert had no choice but to let him in. The door closed behind him, leaving Ludwig and Feliciano in the hallway.
"Let's go," Feliciano pulled his boyfriend away. "I'm sure Matteo can work this out himself."
Inside the room, Gilbert watched as Matthew inspected his wall decorations before turning to him.
"I was worried when you didn't show," Matthew told him, smiling sadly. "I didn't know if you were sick or anything, so I asked your brother. He told me you locked yourself up here."
"It shouldn't concern you where I am," Gilbert snorted, motioning for Matthew to sit on the bed.
They both sat down and Gilbert flopped onto his back.
"But it did, Gilbert. I know you don't like me and you feel you're responsible every time I mess things up, but I can't find it in my heart to not care about you."
The albino scoffed and covered his eyes with an arm.
"'I don't like you'? What kind of shitty assumption is that? You could just say I'm the devil's spawn," Gilbert frowned as if he tasted something bad after mentioning the phrase. Matthew turned his torso to face him.
"Why would I say that, Gilbert? You obviously are not! You're a kind, awkward person underneath!"
"'Awkward'?" Gilbert laughed. He removed his arm from his face.
"You don't have many friends, I could tell that much from how you disappear routinely at lunch. You didn't seem very excited about having someone sit next to you when we were assigned seats in Chemistry, either," Matthew pointed out. "When we do talk it seems like I'm doing more of the talking, unless we're yelling at each other. In that case, you win."
"Hey, I'm sorry-"
"I forgave you, stop apologizing," Matthew interrupted. "I also know you'd rather be here alone than have me in here. I originally planned on dropping off your homework and checking on you."
"I see. So you're still going to date that guy Francis?" Gilbert's tone was sour.
"Of course, I am," Matthew said, looking at him. "He's the first person outside of my family to tell me he loved me, and I haven't heard anything from my family since my mother died seven years ago."
"And he satisfies every one of your needs, right?" Gilbert guffawed. Matthew stood up immediately.
"What do you mean?" Matthew asked.
"You sure he isn't just with you to get in your pants?" Gilbert asked, sitting up.
"I… no! Why would you say that?" Matthew gasped. He tried not to let his eyes tear up. Not again.
"He has flirted with many girls before… You're too cute not to take to bed," Gilbert stated, standing up and tucking Matthew's hair behind his ear. "I'll admit that much. I'm surprised he hasn't had you already, taking you to his place and ravishing you-"
For the second time ever, Matthew slapped him. Gilbert stood in shock as Matthew lowered his head.
"Your homework is in the library. Goodbye, Gilbert. Sorry we can't be friends," Matthew said in a hushed deadpan. And then he was gone, speed-walking down the hall to pick up his backpack and shoes.
"Matthew, what happened?" Ludwig asked as Matthew stalked past him downstairs.
"Nothing," Matthew spat.
Once outside, Matthew pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
"Hello?" his father's voice answered.
"Dad… It's Mattie. I need you to pick me up."
"Mattie? Since when did you have a cell phone?"
"I got my phone a week before school. I was kinda hoping to have friends by now. I guess I was completely wrong," Matthew laughed with no humor.
"Where are you son? I'm on the road now; I can easily get off the freeway to pick you up."
"I'm on Axis Street, off of Brooke Avenue," Matthew answered. "I'll be waiting down the street, then."
"Okay, son, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Hey, dad? Where are we going?" Alfred's voice asked before the phone clicked, signaling the end of the call.
Matthew sighed and started to walk.
If only he had turned to look back at the house. If only he had seen the albino in the window watching him, regret plain in his eyes.
~.~.~
"Are you sure?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Yes, father, I'm fine," Matthew said. "Francis said it was for studying, but I think he just doesn't want to be left alone while his parents are out of town for a week."
For the most part this was true. Francis' parents were in the fashion business and were almost always out of town. This is where the lie comes in. Francis was fine with being alone; Matthew was the one who wanted to be with him. He had plans for the whole week.
So now Matthew was in Francis' car, two bags full of clothing and other items, driving to the empty Bonnefoy house. Francis was holding his leg while driving, unaware.
As soon as they were in the house and the door was locked, Matthew pounced. He threw his arms around Francis and kissed him hard. Francis, startled, dropped the bags, before reciprocating and kissing back.
The kiss was needy, hot. Matthew was inexperienced, but to Francis it seemed like he was a professional. They broke away finally, gasping.
"Dieu, was that why you wanted to sleep over so badly?" Francis asked, a grin on his face. Matthew nodded quickly, his throat dry.
"Francis… I need you…" he whispered. He mumbled something else, too. Francis frowned, not really understanding.
"What was that?" he asked.
"'To prove him right'," Matthew repeated. Before Francis could ask again he pulled him into another heated kiss. "Please, Francis… I need you…"
"You need me to what?" Francis asked.
"I want to have sex with you, Francis," Matthew whispered.
DPMP: Aaaaand that's as far as you'll go if you don't want your eyes to be raped by my horrible lemon in the next few paragraphs.
Prussia: OMGWTFBBQ? MATTIE!
Canada: I-I don't think I want to read any more…
DPMP: Okay, you two… -drags away- Enjoy my first lemon, you perverted yaoi fans… :3
"Please..." Matthew moaned, kissing Francis again.
"Of course," Francis whispered into the kiss, pulling Matthew along the hallway until they made it to a room. Matthew hardly thought to look around as Francis immediately tossed him on the bed and hovered over him, kissing his throat.
"F... Fr... Aaah~!" Matthew gasped as Francis found a particularly sensitive spot on his throat and started to suckle on it, biting gently. While he was doing this, his hand started to move for the smaller boy's belt.
"Mathieu... Mathieu..." Francis crooned into Matthew's neck, kissing the new mark on his throat. This boy will have a tough time hiding that.
"I love you," Matthew whispered. Francis paused before smirking.
"Je t'aime," he whispered. Matthew gasped as his shirt was suddenly ripped open and Francis attacked his chest. His hand was now rubbing a bulge in the boy's jeans.
"Fr-Francis! Please... Don't tease me..." Mathew pleaded. Francis broke away and kissed him on the lips, undoing Matthew's jeans and pulling them down. Matthew ground his now-bare erection to Francis' clothed one, causing the two to groan. He reached down and pulled at Francis' belt. Francis pushed his hands away and undid it himself, getting his clothes off in no time. Matthew moaned at Francis' member. How was it going to fit-?
"Mathieu, I need you to suck," Francis said, holding three fingers to the boy's lips. Matthew timidly opened his mouth and did as he was told, making sure to get them nice and wet.
"Merde," Francis cursed, biting back a moan. This boy was so good! "That is enough."
Slowly, he pressed one finger into Matthew's entrance. Matthew whimpered, clenching at the intrusion.
"Mathieu... relax mon cher or it will hurt," Francis murmured to him. Matthew clenched his eyes closed and nodded, trying to relax. It was a slow process, but soon Francis' whole finger was in. Francis almost came at the tightness around one finger. He tried not to imagine his length-
"M-move, please," Matthew mumbled, blushing red. Francis smirked.
He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, starting a pace. A slow pace, but a pace all the same. Soon Matthew was writing and bucking into the finger, which signaled for Francis to add another.
Matthew winced at the addition but continued to thrust with them. Suddenly, he felt something hot at his own member and looked down.
Francis, while still thrusting his fingers inside Matthew, had started to lick him, swirling his tongue at the base and nuzzling the head. Matthew threw back his head and moaned.
"Dieu," he moaned. Suddenly, Francis clamped his lips around the head and sucked, at the same time hitting a certain spot inside Matthew. Both stimulations caused Matthew to scream with pleasure.
'When was the third finger added?' Matthew barely thought as pleasure overrode his mind. Suddenly, he screamed.
"A-AAH!" he opened his eyes and looked at Francis, who was starting to enter him. "N-no, stop, please... It hurts..."
"I'm sorry... I can't stop..." Francis moaned, pulling the other's legs over his shoulders and starting to thrust.
"T's prv m rt," Matthew mumbled, gasping sharply and moaning. He continued to chant this to himself until he came and Francis came inside of him.
"To... prove..." Matthew whispered, exhausted. He fell asleep with tears in his eyes.
DPMP: Okay, guys, it's over!
France: That wasn't so bad... If only it were Angleterre and not Canada... I'm sorry, mon cher...
Canada: I will need to shower for days...
Prussia: Can I shower with you?
America: HELL NO! EVERYONE STAY AWAY FROM MATTIE!