Author's note: Hehehe. To your horror, I chose to continue the fill... Decided to go for Francis for Alfred's first little… uhm… sex-capade |D
I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it 3

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So that was it.

Toris had warned the poor boy. Yet all he could do was watch from the sidelines and see if the American was actually bright enough to take his advice.

So far, that was a big N-O.

Alfred seemed to adore the acknowledgment he was receiving from the other nations.

The night before the United Nations meeting, Alfred had gotten six phone calls asking about a dinner date. Six. Fucking. Phone calls.

But the imbecile was such an attention whore. He had actually seemed giddy the rest of the evening.

The only thing Toris was sure of was that this UN assembly was going to be an utter disaster.

xxxxx

"And that concludes today's meeting. Does anybody have any questions?" Alfred asked, a goofy smile gripping his young face.

"Uhm… like… what's wrong with the G8 peoples? They're all… like… totally tense," Felix commented, folding his arms. "If something happened, I think the rest of us, like, have a right to know."

"Nothing happened!" Toris snapped at his old friend, getting to his feet so fast that his chair fell backwards and landed on the tile with a loud clatter. "Nothing happened!" He repeated, a little less confidently, as if trying to convince himself.

"I wouldn't say nothing happened, Toris…" The corners of Ivan's mouth curled up into a devious smile. "There was… how should I put that? A skirmish for the attention of a certain American? Yes. That's it." He giggled. "A little tussle that I plan on concluding with an invitation. Alfred. Will you come with me to Moscow tonight? We shall visit only the most exclusive attractions. What do you say?"

"Wow Ivan! That's… unusually thoughtful of you." Alfred muttered, scratching his head. "I don't know though… I've got a lot to do tonight. Jenny needs some work done and what not… But what the heck! Sure!"

"I'm honored that you've chosen me." Ivan purred.

"Not yet, he hasn't. Not yet. Alfred- I'll take you to Jubilee Gardens. I'll let you ride the London Eye." Arthur piped up, staring at Alfred with a greedy glint in his eye.

"Hell yes! I've always wanted to ride that thing! It's fucking huge!" Alfred chirped, beaming. "Sorry Ivan. Maybe some other time? Unless… somebody has something better to offer!"

Toris rolled his eyes. Oh great. Alfred picks now to discover how auctions work.

And now the other nations were going to keep offering more and more. That is, until they had nothing left to give.

Everyone was silent, until Francis stood up. "L'Amérique? Would you like to accompany me to my place this evening? I will have my personal chef fix you the finest stack of hamburgers you've ever tasted."

"Holy flying fuck Francis! Of course I will! Who wouldn't want professionally cooked burgers?" Alfred cried, throwing a fist in the air with triumph. "My company is sold to Mr. Bonnefoy for one hamburger-filled evening! Fuck yeah!" sang the American.

Toris slapped a hand over his face.

He had a feeling poor Alfred was leaving Francis's house with something he'd never be ableto get back.

xxxxx

"So. What are we doing tonight?" Alfred asked cheerfully, swaying back and forth in the front seat of Francis's Smart car.

""We're going back to my house, first of all." Francis started, turning to smile at the American. "And, well, once we get to my place... il faut voir..." He cooed, reaching out to take one of Alfred's rough hands in his own, trying to be gentle. However, his aim was nothing of the sort.

"And I get my burgers, right?" Alfred asked.

Francis sighed. The boy has a one track mind, all right. "Of course you do." He said.

"Sweet. Who-oa! Is that your house?" Alfred asked, pointing out the window as the pulled up to the ornate mansion.

"Mhm. And I hope it is to your liking." Francis whispered in Alfred's ear, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder.

"Francis… what are you doing?" The American asked curiously as Francis began sucking on the exposed crook of his neck.

"This?" He whispered, nibbling on the sensitive patch of skin. "This, L'Amérique, is called foreplay." Francis spoke against Alfred's neck, muffling his voice. However, the lust in his tone was still audible. His voice sent shivers up and down the boy's spine.

Francis's lips trailed lower, stopping at his collarbone to gently trace his tongue across the protruding bones.

Alfred's eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned back in his seat.

It felt so good… He'd never experienced anything like it.

He suddenly felt his pants grow uncomfortably tight, and he couldn't stifle a moan.

"Francis… What's wrong with me? I feel funny… and it hurts…" He whined, breathing deeply.

"You're aroused, my dear Alfred. Do you want me to make it go away?" Francis purred in reply. When he received a nod, he moved to recline the passenger seat, climbing over to hover above Alfred. Agonizingly slow, he unfastened Alfred's belt, pulling his pants and boxers down below his knees.

"Now just lay back and enjoy the ride, okay?" He cooed, his mouth enveloping the boy's throbbing member. Alfred twitched, a moan escaping from deep within his throat. Francis ran his tongue up and down the shaft before sucking ever so gently on the sensitive tip.

The way Francis's hair tickled his inner thigh… The way his teeth grazed across the hard flesh…

God. It was all too much.

"F- Francis…" Alfred stuttered, lifting his hands to twine his fingers in the thick blonde locks.

"Mmm…?" Francis responded, the vibrations from his throat making Alfred writhe and gasp. His hips bucked instinctively, searching desperately to thrust deeper into the warmth.

Placing a hand on the boy's hip to prevent a stray jounce from making him gag, Francis lapped at the pre cum that was leaking from the slit.

And then there was white.

In a state of pure ecstasy, Alfred cried out loudly as he spilled himself into Francis's mouth. He panted heavily, propping himself up on his elbows as Francis released his cock with small 'pop.'

"How was that, L'Amérique?" Francis asked leaning back against the glove compartment.

"Mind blowing…" Alfred whispered, still dizzy from his first orgasm.

"C'est bon…" Francis replied sweetly.

Needless to say, Alfred did not get his hamburgers that evening.

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Mawahaha.

That was uber fun.

Who do y'all think should be next? D