A/N FINALLY. FUDGING FINALLY. I'm so sorry! So so so sorry! Don't hate me QAQ This is super late and do you know what's funny? Soething called life happened. You know how life can be a bitch and stuff~ So yeah, hope you understand, forgive me and I promise the epilogue will go faster to update Q_Q Anyway~ Sorry for real OOCnezz and stuff... This is so silly! Anyway, ENJOY THE LAST CHAPTER!

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Last chapter (15)

"Where are we going?" Matthew asked, panting slightly as they walked up a hill, through the forest. It was in the middle of the night, and he was being dragged by Francis somewhere. He didn't mind, he thought it was rather romantic, just a little bit irritating that he didn't know where they went.

"It's called patience, cher" Francis looked over his shoulder at his lover. "You'll see."

Matthew huffed and looked up. The trees reached up to the sky, almost touching the dark blue roof, reaching up to the stars, longing for their touch. He looks past the tree tops, his gaze travelling across the sky in the look for stars. But he can't see them. Not one, the clouds are in the way.

"We're here" Francis, who has come close, whispers in his ears, pulling the Canadians gaze away from the skies, back to the earth.

Matthew looks at Francis. The French smiles, the blond hair shining in the faint moon light and his eyes glittering. Matthew reaches out a hand to touch his lover's cheek, Francis catching it and bring it to his mouth, kissing each of his knuckles. "Bienvenue sur le commencement du ciel" he mumbles and smiles against Matthew's hand.

It's not until now the younger blond takes a look around to see where they are. They're on a hill, the grass covered in flowers except a spot in the exact centre where a blanket is placed. The sky is starting to clear up, and the stars shine through. It's an amazing view, in the horizon he can see the lights from a city, and surrounding them are tree tops, reaching up but not really tall enough. Matthew know he's seen this hill from his house, and several times tried to climb the hill, but always getting to tired, or someone (always Alfred) calls him. It's the first time he's up there, and he's glad it's with Francis.

"Wow" he breathed as he took it all in. "It's beautiful!"

Francis' smile got wider and he pulls Matthew towards the blanket. He suddenly sits down, and pulls the younger with him. Matthew, not prepared for the sudden motion, let's out a yelp and falls over his boyfriend. He quickly sits up between Francis' legs, blushing out of embarrassment.

"F-Francis!"

"Oui?" the French smiles gently and makes the irritated feelings inside Matthew die right on the spot. He looks down and nuzzles closer to the French, burying his face in Francis' shirt. Francis wraps his arms around his boyfriend, pulling him ever so close and smelling his strawberry scented hair. "What is it Matthew?"

"Nothing" Matthew mumbles and turns around, his back against Francis chest, looking up on the stars. "It's beautiful here."

"Mais, pas aussi beau que vous" Fraqncis murmus, making Matthew blush.

"Shut up…"

Xxx(OwO)xxX

Two hours later they cuddled close again, each having a glass of wine in their hands. Matthew was smiling, gazing up to the sky, leaning on Francis shoulder and feeling the French's fingers between his. He loved it. It was perfect, the crescent moon shining down on then and the stars twinkling. He could almost fall asleep if it wasn't for Francis who gently nudged him, motioning for him to stand up.

Surprised, Matthew stood up and watched as Francis did the same. The French smiled reassuringly and squeezed the Canadian's hand.

"Mathieu, I've got something to ask you" Francis spoke calmly, smiling softly. Matthew could feel his heart speed up and beat against his ribs mercilessly. He blushes behind his glasses as he saw Francis getting down on one knee, still holding his hand.

"Mathieu… A l'aube Je t'aime, pendant la journée, Je t'aime, dans la nuit Je t'aime et le soir, je vous aime mille fois. Souhaitez-vous m'épouser?"

Matthew could feel his eyes water, his heart beating faster than ever as he looks at the French who's still smiling lovingly at him. "Oui… Oui, oui, oui, Francis. Oui, je t'aime!"

He fell to the ground and threw his arms around Francis, hugging him close and letting happy tears fall down his face. Francis reached out and wiped them off his face, gently bringing Matthew face back so he could kiss him.

"Je ne voudrais pas faire autre chose que de passer le reste de ma vie avec vous..." Matthew whispers as they pulls away, smiling at his fiancé.

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"F…Francis… Francis, s…stop, Francis!" Matthew groans and turns his face away from Francis.

"Hm?" Francis looks at Matthew. "You want me to stop?"

Matthew nods his head, his whole body is shaking. "Pl… please, Francis" he says and sighs heavily. "It… it…"

"Feels good? No?" Francis completes the sentence and leans closer to Matthew. "Don't worry; soon, I'll make you feel very good…"

Matthew looks at him, terrified. His breaths are fast and heavy; his body is shaking and twitching. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't. Instead he opens wide his eyes, he pants, and he shakes uncontrollably.

"Francis… Please! I'm… go… gonna cu… cum! AH!"

The white liquid squirt up in the air and some of it lands on Francis's clothes and face. He takes some of it on his fingers, and licks it up. He grin a satisfied grin, and sighs.

"Mathieu's semen…" he grins.

Matthew looks at him from the bed, while he tries to catch his breath. He pants heavily and looks dazed.

"F… Francis…" he says.

Matthew's clothes lies in a pile on the floor, waiting for Francis's to join them. But Francis drags on the time, and just continues to look at Matthew. It's not the first time for any of them (of course not, nation of love, remember?); it's just that they haven't done it in a really long time. Everything with their work and their bosses nagging about stuff and the fact that they don't live together haven't given them that much time to spend like this, just the two of them.

Francis grins again and leans over Matthew. "Now then…" he says and his hand goes down. "What about down here…"

Matthew gasps when Francis plugs his fingers in. "Please…" he groans. "Not there…"

Francis ignores Matthew, and continues to do as he pleases. He starts to play with Matthew's nipples and he groans louder. He twists himself like he's trying to get away from Francis, but the French is stronger so it fails. Matthew seems to give up; he sighs loudly and draws his whole body. He opens his eyes a little and looks at his fiancé.

"Now then" Francis says so close to Matthew's face that he feels Francis' breath stroke his cheek. "Should I put it in?"

Matthew opens his eyes wide, and frenetic shakes his head. Francis kindly ignores him and proceeds. Matthew jerks and open his mouth wide, like he's about to scream. But he keeps it inside and instead, the tears build up. He desperately tries to hold them in, but for no use.

"Mathieu…" Francis says, and leans closer again.

He smoothly kisses Matthew right on the mouth. Matthew is shocked, but quickly responds. Francis presses his tongue into Matthew's mouth at the same time he thrusts deeper into him. Matthew jerks and tries to scream, but Francis' tongue prevent him from doing that. Francis slowly releases Matthew's mouth and a trail of drool connects their lips.

"F… Francis" Matthew pants.

"How does it feel?" Francis asks. "Do you feel good?"

Matthew nods and places his hands behind Francis' neck. "Please… It feels… good."

His embrace gets tighter and he leans his head at Francis's shoulder. "I want… more…"

Francis jerks a little and looks at Matthew. "You want… more?"

Matthew nods, too embarrassed to look directly at Francis. "Yes…" he says and loosens his grip a little. "Do me more, Francis…"

Francis awakens from his shock and presses Matthew down to the bed again. He pushes down Matthew and smirks. "If you want more, I'll give you more." He starts to thrust violently and Matthew gasps. "Francis! If you go that fast, I'll…" Francis shuts Matthew up by sticking two fingers in his mouth. Matthew is visibly shocked, but soon enough he forgets to be shocked and moans around Francis' fingers.

They keep going for awhile, until Matthew jerks once again. "F… Francis… I… I'm gonna cum…"

"Yeah…" Francis says resolute. "Me too…"

"Francis… Let's cum together..?"

Francis nods a little and thrusts once more, hard and fast. Matthew shouts out, and once again the white liquid rises to the roof. Francis just gasps and Matthew feels the liquid spread inside him.

They both fall down to the bed, exhausted. Francis takes Matthew in his arms, and closes his eyes.

"Mathieu…" he whispers before he falls to sleep. "Je t'aime…"

Matthew smiles at him, and kisses his forehead. "Je t'aime aussi, Francis…"

~THE END~

A l'aube Je t'aime, pendant la journée, Je t'aime, dans la nuit Je t'aime et le soir, je vous aime mille fois. Souhaitez-vous m'épouser? – At dawn I love you, during the day I love you, on the evening I love you and in the night I love you a thousand times. Will you marry me?

Je ne voudrais pas faire autre chose que de passer le reste de ma vie avec vous – There's nothing I'd rather do than spend the rest of my life with you

Yes, an epilogue is promised (^w^) Hope that made up for extreme lateness QwQ Smut is bad, I KNOW but anyway~ Thanks for all of you who has followed thos story, even though I'm not the best of updater and so, I'm really thankful for all of you and hope you'll enjoy my other stories as well! The greatest of thank you's and so on! You're AMAZING and I love you all! THANK YOU!