That took at least more ten minutes and Arthur searched and searched through the whole living room in every single places, even the ones more absurd, but there was always a certain voice with an annoying heavy accent mocking him and quite frankly England was starting to get tired.
- That does it frog, you haven't hid my clothes on the living room and I'm tired of this, game over! – and without waiting for an answer he dashed to the room in search for something else to wear.
Arthur opened the wardrobe fuming and muttering threats to France, when he got dressed in something decent he would feel the wrath of the British on his own skin!
- What the fuck?! – Arthur could not believe his eyes, the wardrobe was completely empty, there was nothing in there, no shirts, no trousers, no coats not even blankets!
England spun to confront Francis but he didn't even needed to move for the french was already at the door nodding his head disapprovingly.
- Mon cher you broke the rules, I said that you could only search on the living room.
- I don't bloody care about your rules I just want to take this thing off!
- Such a bad player you are… Luckily for you I'll forgive this little slip and I'll give you a clue.
Arthur looked at Francis suspiciously, why would he give him a clue?
Francis smiled and pointed to the bed with his head trying to keep his face as normal as he could, while Arthur approached slowly to the bed, lowering to check under it and that was all Francis needed.

England got up frustrated, there was nothing there and he was ready to tell France a thing or two but he wasn't at the door like he was a couple of seconds ago. Suddenly he felt a pair of lips kissing his neck passionately and hands holding him tight against a body.
- W-What the bloody hell you think you're doing? – he stuttered trying (very weakly) to squirm his way out of France's grasp.
- I didn't said that I would give the clue for free mon amour – he purred lowly licking his neck and ear, listening to those wonderful little moans that only England would do.
- Of course you wouldn't… - he sharply breathed through his teeth struggling to do any noise, he wouldn't surrender that easily!
- Why are you so stubborn mon cher, I know that you like it~
- S-So this was your plan all along… I knew it…
- You knew yet you didn't do anything to stop it, therefore I can only conclude that you wanted this as badly as I.
He blushed hard but he didn't dared to correct the french. It was true that he was cold and proud, he'd rather die than to show weakness but whether he liked it or not his weak point was obvious to everyone since he was little and he was right there, as cocky as ever trying to make him scream for him.
He could protest, he could fight, he could shout and kick and punch, he could even lie to himself like he did for so many centuries, but now there was no point in denying, he loved him, he loved the french so much that it could take all his breath away, he knew all the flaws of Francis but he also knew his strong points and although his brain protested he would have to admit that he had so much more attributes than flaws. No one's perfect not even the country of love, and Arthur loved him exactly like he was.
- Mon cher you look so drawn into your thoughts, you're not even squirming, have you finally decided to give up-
- Shut the fuck up will you? – he said raspy, catching Francis by surprise with a kiss that certainly pleased France because the state of shock was quickly snapped and the kiss was returned with eagerly fervor.
They both fell on the bed without saying a word, only slight moans from each other's mouths, kissing heatedly without a slight break.

Only when England made a sound of gasping for air, France stopped a bit but always with his lips slightly brushing Arthur's.

He kissed the line of the brit's jaw, moving to his neck, while he spend some time kissing and licking and slightly biting, leaving marks to tell the world how England belonged to him and no one else.

- Je t'aime mon amour… - he softly whispered while he bit Arthur's sensitive skin again, listening to his moan once again – Je t'aime toujours…

England shivered, he always did every time that Francis spoke to him on that way, claiming that he loved him and making him feel on heaven but at the same time burning like he was on the very depths of hell. Only the french to drive him crazy, only he to make him feel so helpless on his arms and actually enjoy it. On that stage, he could finally be honest, he loved how Francis made him feel, how he drive him to the brink of lust, when he could shout all he wanted and hear Francis shout with him. He missed it, now he could see that, how long it was since he and Francis had done this? And then he understood it, he understood why France was being even more passionate (not that he wasn't, it was France after all, England was ready to testify that with that man it was all ardent and mind blowing, but he wouldn't tell that to Francis, he would get so blown up with pride he would never shut up) and eager than the usual. He missed him, he could feel it through all his movements while the french was too busy unlacing his dress and attack fervently one of his nipples.

- Ahhhnn! – moaned Arthur loudly this time. He could feel France smiling while he was tormenting his person with his tongue. He felt guilty deep down, for not paying attention to France for a while and blushing he felt that he should do something to make it up to him and with an impulse, England did what he never had done before to Francis. He pinned him down and took the lead.

Francis blinked his eyes breathless, while he gazed upon England's face all red and with a bit of doubts about what he should do next, but also with a spark of determination on his emerald eyes.

- My my mon amour… What is this, a change? – he kissed England again, drawing him closer to him on his embrace. Arthur moved to put himself in a more comfortable position and by accident his knee pressed slightly against Francis' cock.

- Nnngh…

Wait what was that? Did Arthur truly heard well? He moaned? For that? He smiled mischievously, things looked promising.

England bit France's lower lip while making a bit more pressure with his knee and watched him moan again.

- Ahhh… Mon cher…

- Yes? Is something wrong?

- Non… It isn't- Ahhhh!

- Sorry come again? I couldn't hear you over all the noise you're making… - he smiled even wider, as he figured out that he liked a lot to see Francis completely lost for him. Pressing a bit harder he watched Francis gasp and bit his lips.

- You are a teaser Arthur… - France stated as he slid his hand under England's dress, stroking him harshly.

- N-Nnnnnghh! N-No… S-Stop it… - Arthur stuttered losing his strength on his legs due to France ministrations. No he couldn't lose control right there, he had to stay strong.

England managed to get some inner strength to resist Francis' touch and pulled the french arms up above his head.

- You are going to stay still, it's my turn. Consider it an… Apologize.

- Mon cher Angleterre you are always so strong headed I'm afraid I can't compete with you.~ - Francis smiled provocatively.

Oh so he still had the strength to mock him? That would be quickly fixed.

Arthur started to take off his shirt, he could feel his breath slow and calm like nothing could affect him, but England knew, or so he hoped, that he was eager for him. Reaching his trousers, he looked at the bulge that was forming. Already that hard? That was quick, but he still had to hold a bit longer before the end. England felt his heart pounding, he never had done this before so he wasn't sure what he should do, but he remembered how Francis reacted to the pressure so maybe… He placed a hand on the bulge and squeezed it a bit just to try and Francis immediately answered with a sharp breath and eyes shut close tight.

England smiled again while he repeated the process again and again without breaking the pace and delightfully watch Francis losing his control.

- A-Arthur… Ahhhn! S-S'il te plaît… Take… Nnnnghh… Take them off…

Arthur understood that he meant the trousers, certainly that they were taunting Francis too much than he could bear, but no… Not yet, time to show him that no one would mess with the British Empire. He dragged his mouth close to the bulge and he heard Francis holding his breath while he felt those blue eyes nailed on him, waiting. And then Arthur bit the tip and heard the shouts filling the room.

- Ahhhhhhh! Arthur! J-Je ne peux pas… Please… I can't…

England finally complied and took his trousers off and looked at his work.

- I must say Francis, I'm surprised you haven't moved a bit…

- U-Unlike you mon cher… I don't break the rules~

Ohhh still teasing him? That burned Arthur inside, he would have Francis moan and scream for him, that he swore to himself and he didn't like to lose.

Taking off his underwear, Arthur didn't even waited for Francis to articulate anything and licked teasingly the tip that was oozing.

- Mon amour… Don't be so mean… Ahh…

It felt strange, but not terrible and Arthur dared to slither a bit further his tongue around the frenchman's cock which earned him a few curses in French. So Francis liked that huh? He wanted him to play dirty, England would play dirty.

Swallowing it all slowly, which made Francis throw his head back lost in the moment, he started to suck and bite gently at first but as he started to speed up he started to go hard on him, using his hands also, he wanted Francis to scream.

- Ahhhh mon cher! Merde… N-Ne arrêtez pas... Oh please Arthur… Je t'aime… J-Just keep going! –he shouted loudly letting out a satisfied groan, his hips moving forward involuntarily. His underside shivered a little with pleasure and Arthur couldn't help feeling a little burst of pride for pleasing him.
It didn't took much until Francis shouted in blissful agony finally coming, making Arthur to cough a bit in surprise. Breathless, England gasped for air without daring to look to Francis. He backed off, getting out of the bed, with his cheeks burning and he tried to stutter anything but the words wouldn't come out.
Suddenly a very familiar laugh made him blush even harder, while a soft whisper was purred on his ear before he could even do anything.
- And where do you think you're going mon cher?
- Nowhere. – he muttered trying to sound confident – Where are my clothes? You said that you would tell me.
- Non non I told you that I would give you a clue~
- Well, what's the clue?
Francis smiled, while he pulled Arthur to bed again, having the brit looking at him completely confused.
- What the bloody hell you think you're doing?
- Mon amour I'll only tell you the clue after I'm done with you – and he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses through Arthur's chest, which made him shiver and cover his mouth so he wouldn't made any sound.
Francis gently took off Arthur's hand off of his mouth, kissing him sweetly.
- Arthur you really are a cheater…
- You never said anything about making sounds…
- It's only fair mon cher, it's time for my revenge~
He teased him for a couple of minutes, fingering him softly causing Arthur to squirm and try to keep the minimum noise but France managed always to hit that certain spot that almost driven him to the edge but quickly stopped and Arthur was getting more and more frustrated.
- Can you just… Ahh… Get to the point?...
- I don't think that you are on position to make demands mon amour… After all you were very mean to me…
- Like… You complained…
- So you are complaining? – he asked taking off the fingers, hearing a clear whimper of disapproval.
- … No…
Francis smiled and kissed Arthur tenderly while getting inside him, making the british a mess of moans, holding to the frenchman for his dear life, gasping for air, as he felt his whole body melting in heat, wanting to shout out loud.

And when the rhythm started to speed up he couldn't take it anymore and neither did Francis and they both came loudly.
England stood still, breathless with a blond head with golden locks resting upon his neck feeling his soft, warm breath tickling a bit.
France was completely happy now , he couldn't ask for more, being close to Arthur was the best thing that could happen to him and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
- I hope that you're not forgetting what you promised. – Arthur's voice broke the silence on the room. Francis blinked and he looked up to meet a pair of determined green eyes.
- Quoi?
- The clue Francis, don't play dumb.
The Frenchman chuckled, that was his England after all, no matter what he would never take his eyes off the objective and he would never forget the means to get there, and he would insist on the clue until he would find his clothes.
He got up, being followed by Arthur's eyes and got dressed with all the calm of the world, knowing that the brit was getting more and more impatient.
- Are you going to answer me or not?
Francis kissed him smiling and resting his left hand on Arthur's face he said sweetly:
- The clue is… The clothes are not on the room mon amour. – and Francis dashed far from England that exploded and tried to punch him infuriately.
- When I catch you, you fucking pervert your entire race is dead! – Arthur would never understand how someone could annoy him so much like France but deep down he didn't need to know the answer, because despite everything he liked it and that was the base of their relationship, they could fight and annoy each other but in the end that was what make them so perfect together, but for now there was a frog to catch and to teach a lesson and Arthur wrapped himself on a sheet the fast he could and went hunting for that bloody idiot.

(This was clearly one of the hardest things I ever had to write really. So here it is, the wondrous smut that took me at least what, two weeks or more to come up with and to be honest I'm not that happy with it but for a first time writing I think it's not that bad? Not a masterpiece but not terrible I guess… I don't know, this is the chapter where I really, really need some reviews please, I want to know where I should get better so if you could do this favor to me I appreciate. Apart from that I hope that you liked it and the next chapter will be the last one and probably the shorter but we'll see. Also I'm going on vacations so it will take a while for me to post the ending to this story since I don't have internet there so I apologize for the delay. Thank you for reading!)