Still in Theatre and slacking on my Senior projects cause i really want to get caught up on this.

Now by the next time there was a world meeting, Arthur and Francis were holding hands under the table. Sure they didn't go further than their frequent make out sections, but that wasn't even often. Being the times that they actually saw each other were brief because of how busy they were. Though tonight was a different night. Francis leaned towards Arthur. "We need to talk cher~"

Arthur kept his eyes glued to Germany as he explained things around the world that needed to be fixed. "Francis, I told you, we aren't going to bed...here"

"It should be moi saying zat...!" He felt offended. "Considering last time was your fault!." Arthur ripped his hand away.

"I thought we agreed to put that behind us!" he got a little louder.

Francis shushed him cautiously. "Keep it down...I wasn't talking about zat!" Then he sighed. "et oui...Je sais..." He reached for his hand again. Arthur looked at him now as Francis gently rubbed the knuckles of Arthur's hand softly with the pad of his thumb. "Je t'aime...I can wait...Je suis desole..."

"Damn it frog...has your drive gone up or something? It's only been a month! "

Francis harshly nudged Arthur's leg. "Non- I was just curious-"

"Don't worry..! I...I am serious about what i'm doing...and you're right...I shouldn't be this distant...I suppose I was having mixed feelings about America...and that's why I-"

"France! England! Iz zere somezing jou vant to say? Zen go ahead und say it ja?" Germany interrupted. Alfred held keen eyes on Francis. He wasn't an idiot. He knew what was happening.

Francis tensed. "A

h...Non..." Then Arthur stood up an waked to the front. "I think if we focus on the economics of globalizing factors included in the free market economy of the general world..." He continued his statement only hitting the targets of many in the room. Way for Arthur to save them from that Embarrassment. Ivan kept looking to Alfred though. So he didn't really have a say. 'If only last year he didn't do that with Alfred, I could have had him for myself' Was all he thought.

The meeting had ended and Arthur was packing up his stuff. Francis flung his bag over his shoulder and held it there whilst waiting for Arthur. He looked round and then slinked a hand around Arthur's waist. "Mon cher~" He sang. Arthur looked up at him. "Hm?"

When Arthur turned to face him, Francis looked around again and then seeing as the room was clear, he gently pecked Arthur's lips. Arthur was about to retort when his words caught into his throat again. "Francis..."

The Frenchman put a finger in front of his mouth, and then Arthur smirked and kissed the Frenchman softly. Curse this odd feeling of not exactly being in public. The two exchanged a few more short kisses, and Francis set his bag down. Francis licked the Brit's lower lip softly, as if asking for entry. Artur complied as Francis explored his mouth, causing Arthur to moan softly, and shut his eyes. He knew that feeling pooling inside him all too well. Their bodies began to grow hot and Arthur forced Francis back with a gentle shove. The break was rather sloppy, saliva connecting them still but briefly as thy panted to catch their breaths. Their faces were both equally red. "Bloody Hell...You are aroused aren't you."

Francis laughed softly and quickly began to recover. "I'm not zee only one~" He let his eyes gesture down to Arthur's crotch briefly. Arthur hissed. "Shuttup!"

"Come, to zee room." Francisquickly assisted Arhur in gathering his things as they both quickly existed the building.

Arthur and Francis both pushed through the front door, having their session continue right outside the door whilst Francis wrestled with the keys. Arthur was grabbing onto Francis tightly so they would not fall and same for the other. Arthur closed the door with his foot, then the two tumbled like drunks into the bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, Arthur lay on top of Francis and their kisses became less ravenous. They were slow and long lasting, sweet ones. They parted briefly to get a look at each other's faces. Francis gently stroked Arthur's cheek with his index finger, and Arthur gently combed through the frenchman's with his fingers. Truth be told, they were both a bit nervous for this. Arthur adverted his eyes. "We uh...don't have any lube..."

Francis laughed stereotypically. "'oo said we don't?~"

Arthur's eyes widened as Francis easily reached in a nearby bedside drawer. "You planned this didn't you?!"

the Frenchman sighed dramatically, flipping Arthur over, as he seized the chance. "Of course non, i just always come prepared~." he purred huskily. Arthur was in too much shock and still processing the information to notice that they had changed roles. Francis slowly unzipped his own trousers and began to palm himself. Arthur snapped back to reality. "Hey! Get off of me Frog!"

"Excuse moi? Non, you 'ad the upper 'and for zee last 'alf of or last flings. C'est my turn cher~" He began to remove the other's belt. Arthur fought to keep it on, but had his hands constantly batted away.

"What does it matter?!" Arthur whined as his hands began to loose the battle.

"You just complained about zee roles but now you defend yourself? 'ow gentlemanly~." He teased and got the trousers and belt off, throwing them aside. Arthur merely growled and tried to hide the irritation at the attention that wasn't given to his own aching body. Though Francis quickly took over and began to stroke both of their members together once he had freed them.

"Shut up bearded-basterd! W-Why do you really want to anyway!?" Arthur fumbled with trying to struggle to hold in a moan.

"Parce que-" He leaned forward and whispered in Arthur's ear. "-I miss 'earing you scream mon name~."

That was enough to send Arthur over the edge in seconds. Francis laughed lightly. "Not so tough under mon finger tips, are you monsieur punk~!."

Arthur growled and hit him when Francis jerked him off, "Ah! F-frog!" This caused him to miss.

"Ah, Ah, Ah...Mon petit lapin~" He opened the brit's shirt and began to nip at the pale skin, dipping his free fingers into the jar of lube which he had opened at some point. Arthur grunted every once and a while but briefly, then he felt the two wet fingers at his entrance once his boxers were removed, and Francis' bottoms completely gone, to on the floor with Arthur's. Arthur gasped and clung to Francis, pressing his body into the sheets whilst still Arching his back upward.

"Shhh...Don't worry~ I'm skilled." He taunted and wriggled the digits.

"I-I bloody know that Frog!-U-uhg!" Francis gently probed the entrance, interrupting Arthur, gently starting to push in after letting Arthur adjust for a moment. Arthur began to grow louder, Francis silenced him with a kiss until the finger was all the way inside him, he curled it gently, causing Arthur to moan loudly into Francis' mouth, and Arthur was trembling slightly.

Francis waited to break the kiss once Arthur had fully adjusted. "You don't want zee rest of zee nations to 'ear you~."

Arthur grimaced and held his tongue as Francis gently pushed a second into him. Arthur let out a small sound and then began to have a longer more drawn out noise as the finger went fully inside to join the other. Little tears began to weld up in the corners of his eyes. Francis kissed them away gently and gently curled them, earning a small squeak from Arthur. Francis cured under his breath as his member twitched slightly. He slowly began to spread the two fingers and scissor the English nation.

Arthur breathed out, and semi-audibly said, Francis' name, causing Francis to stretch him again, earning a louder cry. Though not loud enough to be heard among neighboring walls. Francis moaned softly in response to his own member, and that Arthur had brushed it with his leg, Francis rolled his hips once and then began to position the third and final finger at Arthur's entrance.

Arthur's leg moved up again to rub at Francis whilst moaning wantonly, causing the Frenchman to once again roll his hips. He bent down to lick and nip at one of Arthur's nubs while sliding the last finger in all the way in a single motion, causing Arthur to scream with both pain and pleasure, almost kneeing Francis, in the process. Francis smirked, knowing he had regained complete control and then curled all three fingers. Arthur whined softly and then Francis waited until Arthur adjusted enough for him to spread all three fingers.

Francis smirked and began to thrust all three fingers inside of Arthur, closing them together and thrusting into his prostate. Arthur moaned and squirmed, growling at Francis who began to suck, bite, and lick at Arthur's nubs. "Tell me quand you are close~". Francis teased and continued to abuse the spot, rubbing it with his fingers. Arthur whined loudly and admitted that he was, "about to cum!". Francis smirked and then covered the slit of Arthur's member with his thumb, his own twitching with want. Francis let out a shuddery breath and slicked up his member with the rest of the lube that remained when he removed his fingers form Arthur's entrance. With a moan he readjusted himself and pulled the blanket over their bodies before positioning himself at Arthur's entrance. He could feel himself starting to leak quickly. "Ready?~" He questioned. Arthur nodded in response, and then slowly pushed the head into the brit's puckered hole. Arthur felt his mouth fall open in a silent moan that eventually sounded much later than he had wanted.

Francis groaned at the heat that surrounded his length and panted heavily, resting his head upon the English nation's chest. "Tell moi...quand I can move..." Arthur gulped and nodded.

"Y-You can ...m-move!" He sounded much more needy than usual and Francis smirked at that, then rolled his hips once in compliance. Then once he had felt that Arthur had adjusted, he knew that neither of them could wait much longer and thrusted the rest of his length in, in once, swift movement. Arthur moaned loudly, Francis did as well. "S-So tight." He panted.

Arthur scoffed. "N-No! Y-You're just too damned big!-uhg!"

Francis chuckled and began to thrust shallowly, smirking. "Merci pour zat compliment cher~." He kissed the, now irritated, brit's forehead.

After a while of continuous movement, Arthur would exclaim for, 'deeper' and 'faster'. When Francis felt his sensations beginning to pool inside himself, he began to stroke Arthur and change angles.

Arthur maned loudly. "There!~" he whimpered and Francis raised a brow, pressing into the spot. "There~?" He confirmed.

"Y-y-yes!" Arthur yelled and Francis began to heavily pound into that spot, Arthur was unable to hold himself. At this point he had begun clawing at the Frenchman's hand. "F-Francis-L-Let me go!" He growled and whined.

"Ah, Ah, Ah~...Say mon nom~" Francis commanded huskily again. Arthur cursed at him and Francis merely began to stroke the other. Sending Arthur into ecstasy, he screamed his 'lover's name. Satisfied, Francis released his thumb pad from the Island's slit, allowing Arthur to have a prostate orgasm, whilst Francis stroked him to completion to milk him out. This caused Arthur to tighten around Francis, forcing him into climax right against the Briton's prostate, forcing out another moan from Arthur.

Francis rolled his hips gently to finish himself off and ride out the orgasm, before pulling out of him and flopping on the bed beside Arthur. Both of them were panting and Arthur snuggled into Francis. "Je t'aime..." mumbled Arthur.

"I love you too." Francis smiled and kissed the Brit's head. And thus the two were glad it had lapsed into night-time and that they could fall asleep with the surrounding air of unforgettable bliss.

So Yeah! Long arse chapter. I kinda wanted Francis to bottom first but I have a different idea for that situation. I also got irritated that I have typed this scene twice now. So...Since I wanted to move this along and not d my Senior project I might not update until next Wednesday. :) Thank you for all the readers that have stayed along thus far...!