When Oliver woke up, it was in a room all too familiar. Panicking, because he hadn't left, he tried to get out of bed when a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist and holding him back. He froze, but then relaxed, realizing he wasn't at Louis's house but at-
"Huh...? O-Oliver!?" Oliver looked behind him to see a shocked France. He smiled at him shyly, wiggling his fingers in 'hello'.
"B-Bonjour..."
"No, wait... what happened? Did I..? Oh my god..." France was freaking out. He had never wanted to sleep with the boy, he had just thought he was cute! Dammit!
"A-Are you angry at me?" Oliver asked quietly. France snapped his head around to look at him.
"N-No! Of course not I just..." He sighed, then let out a nervous laugh. "England's going to castrate me, isn't he?"
Oliver laughed at that.