Name: That's what you get

Pairing: Japan x France

Requested by: Guest "Dark"

Word count: 564(Story only)

Kiss: French Kiss

That's what you get

"Mon ami, I can't believe how chaste you are. It's not something bad per se, but it just caught my attention. I have never seen you wear something a little more revealing, nor do you seem to have any lustful desires. Do you even know how to kiss? Do you want big brother France to teach you?"

The words still rung in his ears as he was sitting at his table, working on some documents. It had been three weeks since France had said that to him, in a strangely honest mood. It didn't hurt him, that wasn't the point. No, Japan was thinking of a way to prove the other wrong. It may appear like he did not care for love, lust and sex appeal. But still waters run deep.

During the next meeting, Japan stayed as polite and professional as he had always been. He did not pay heed to France, who had been shooting him glances all day. When they were finally set free, the Frenchman made a beeline for the Asian and wrapped an arm around him.

"So, Japan, have you thought about my offer?", he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Yes, France-san, I have. I would like it very much if you could perhaps go through the trouble of trying to teach me. I hope I am not too much of a bother", Japan responded, bowing slightly. His plan seemed to work so far.

"Of course not, mon ami. Shall we head to the bar? Or would you prefer to do it in one of the breakrooms here?"

They decided to head to one of the breakrooms, wanting to make sure that no one found them. It would be the gossip of the century if they were found out. As soon as the door closed behind them and the lock was turned around, Japan felt France's hands on his body. He shuddered, leaning into the touch.

"Are you sure you want me to teach you?", the blond whispered into his ear and the Asian nodded. He was quickly spun around and the soft press onto his lips caught him by surprise and he couldn't respond properly at first. Only when he felt France's tongue brush against his own lips, did he move.

Swiftly, he took over, moving his lips against France's, nipping at them and running his hands down the Frenchman's sides. He tangled his fingers in the blond locks, gently tugging at them so that his angle would become better. France seemed to catch on and played along, but was soon left a panting mess under Japan's cunning hands that seemed to touch him in the right places.

The European gladly opened his mouth for the other, letting the wet tongue slip inside, allowing it to start a delicious dance around his own. When the ebony haired finally pulled back, France was hungry for more.

"France-san, please do not judge a book by its cover. The reason I do not show my sexual interest to the outside world, is simply because I consider it something private, something not suited for other people's eyes. Also, I would kindly propose to you to not toy with me. Because this is what you get." At the last sentence, he winked and smiled seductively, before leaving the room, abandoning the hot and bothered French nation. This time, Japan had won.

I am terribly sorry it took me so long to write these, but hey, I did write them at last!

For all of you who wanted to know, I passed my driving test ^^ I'm also slightly less bothered by writers block and lack of motivation, so perhaps I will write a little more the next few days.

As always thank you so much for your support and views/requests. We managed to get nearly 12.000 views as I am writing this. That is insane!

Forever grateful,

~Hana