(A/N: Second story in the Britain drabbles! YAY~ Okay so this pairing is Britain/… (wait for it)… FRANCE! This is a twist on France's marriage proposal. Yaoi fangirls should approve because I do. It gets smexy here~ Just the way I like it~ I am taking requests for pairings you want done so let me know via pm, but they have to involve Britain for this set of stories (If you want one that has people other than Britain then I'll start something new~) and sorry but I'm not quoting everything they said. I'm trying, but I can't -_- Oh well. Keep chillin' mah peeps~)

Britain walked down the hall to the briefing room at the W World Academy. France said he had a question for him, but he was almost positive that they would start arguing about something. There wasn't a single time they've talked without entering a fist-fight.

He walked up to the door and knocked, listening to the soft murmurs from inside. France opened the door and turned to the side. "Please… come in." Britain's eyebrows drew together in concern when he heard how weak France's voice sounded.

He sat down, and France sat across for him, watching as France twiddled his fingers. "Britain, I would like…" His voice grew softer. "For you to marry me."

Britain didn't understand the feelings that came over him when France uttered those last words. He was disgusted, but at the same time attracted to his offer. He didn't know why he wanted to accept it, and he didn't know why he wanted to decline it.

France, on the other hand, felt almost the same way. He didn't want to ask, as he was forced to in order to survive, but he wanted to as well, and make Britain his lover. With his smooth skin and sleek hair that looked like it was as soft as a kitten. He wanted to touch it and run his fingers through it.

"Th-That's very funny, France, but I don't believe it's April Fool's day." He laughed nervously, voice choppy with the same nervousness. France looked even sadder than he was when Britain first saw him. "Oh so you can't even afford a calendar?!" Britain laughed a bit more, realizing that France was now a poor man.

"N-No… h-here. This is… for you." France put a slip of paper before Britain. "I-It's a calendar."

Britain gasped in shock when he saw what it really was. "THAT'S A MARRIAGE REGISTRATION FORM!"

"N-No… it's not… it-it's a calendar." France stood and grabbed Britain, forcing his hand to write his name across the top.

Britain started to panic, and he pushed at France to get him off, but France pinned him to the table, still moving his hand in the letters B, R, I… Britain struggled until a soft moan escaped his lips, and France stopped moving so much. He stood up straight, still pinning Britain down, and realized he was rubbing his junk against Britain's soft ass. He didn't realize he had started getting hard as well, and he noticed he wasn't the only one getting that way. Britain still lay splayed across the table, panting like crazy. France leaned forward again, seizing Britain's neck with his tongue and lips, covering him with open-mouth kisses. This was the first time they ever did something and didn't argue about it.

France flipped Britain over onto his back, both of them huffing loudly. Britain laid back, arching forward as France undid the buttons to his shirt, then his own shirt, and then ran a hand through his hair. France ran a hand through Britain's hair as well, pulling their mouths together in a kiss. He slid his hand down Britain's pants and rubbed him gingerly, feeling Britain gasp against his lips. The Brit moved his legs around France's waist, wrapping his arms around France's neck. He wasn't used to being the uke but there's a first time for everything. And it seemed as though France had more experience at being the seme than Britain had anyway.

Before long, their clothes had been completely discarded, and Britain had been propped against the couch in the room, legs upon France's shoulders. France had been leaving kisses and bite marks all over his body, and Britain's soft moans and pants filled the room. He licked all up and down his length, sucking him gently, and just making him feel better than good. He stood up and pushed himself inside of Britain, gaining a gasp and a few whimpers. Britain felt his face get hot and flushed, and covered his face with his hands trying to hide it. France started off slowly, but pumped in and out of him faster and faster, causing Britain to scream and moan out of pleasure He grabbed Britain's length and pumped him at the same time.

"M-Move your hands." France huffed loudly. "L-Let me see you face."

Britain moved his hands and closed his eyes, panting heavily as he felt himself and France come. France and Britain both sat there in almost total silence, the only thing to be heard was their panting. He pulled France down to his chest and ran a jeweled hand through the thick blonde hair. France smiled, pulling out of him slowly, and licked a wet warm trail up Britain's chest lazily, enjoying the feeling of Britain's hand through his hair.

Britain sighed contently. "Yes."

France looked up in confusion. "Yes what?"

"Yes I will marry you."

France looked a little confused still, but that turned into a smile as he laid back down in Britain's arms, feeling his chest rise and fall rhythmically.

"So when's the wedding bros? Or should I say man and wife?!" They jolted up upon hearing quick light laughter outside of the door.

Britain growled. "Damnit America get lost!" Britain was about to chase after him when he realized he was still naked. That was the last thing he needed; America along with anyone else who was out there to see his ass.

"One day America. One day…" He already plotted it out; He'd get rid of him with a little black magic.

As for France… He didn't know how the others would take it.