France had a nasty habit. It was gross and got in the way with most likely everything. With always being horny as a 'habit' according to people, this one topped. It was keeping eyes. He guessed it didn't really start out as a habit. It started out as a onetime thing, because he laid Russia and liked his eye color. That's how the whole mess started.
England, Arthur Kirkland.
France looked down at the sleeping Brit, brushing hair out of the way. The British man's face was calm and relaxed, unlike his usual facial expression. France leaned down and kissed the man's forehead, sitting up fast right after. He looked down at the leather straps he set up, smiling lightly.
His smile was a dazed smile, more of a 'please forgive me for this' smile. France picked up a small needle, pressing it in around one of the man's eyes. Once he had the first one done so it would numb he picked up an identical needle, sticking it in near the other eye. He watched as the other man squirmed, before relaxing into oblivion again.
Slipping on some thin plastic gloves, he pried one of the man's eyes open, looking at the vivid acidic green color. He slipped his fingers under the eye, popping it out in what one would call a 'one two three' motion. He put the eye into a cleanser solution so it would brighten, watching as the Brit stirred again.
The needles he used wouldn't wake him up, so it was okay to continue on with the removal. He pried the second eye open, doing the same motional counting before putting the second eye in the cleansing solution. France had decided a bit before he started this procedure, that he liked the eye color of the people he fucked, and wanted to keep them.
England's eyes were exceptionally beautiful, but Russia's came in a close tie. Not that he was done or anything. France smiled, putting fake but working eyes into England's now empty sockets and cleaning them up so they sparkled. It was all in the process. After that he took the restrictions off, going back to sleep.
America, Alfred F. Jones.
France would admit it; he had trouble roping the magnificent blue eyed boy in. The light purple and green eyed men were a lot easier to woo. But once he roped him in, he was extremely pleased with the results. The American was strong, so he got two shots near both eyes to completely numb him out.
France started to remove the first sparkling blue eye, smiling when it popped out. The American groaned and moved a bit, making France freeze. He quietly dropped the eye into the cleaning solution he used. America's one good eye opened up as America woke up, widening at France.
"I'm sorry, Amerique." France gave the boy a soft look, holding his head in place as he plucked the other eye out. The American couldn't feel it, but started shaking once he couldn't see. "F-F-France…w-wha-?" France pitied the poor boy, dropping the second eye into the solution.
"Amerique, vous devez comprendre. C'est pour cvotre, et mon, propre bien. Il ne fait pas mal, juste piquer un peu après l'engourdissement s'enfuit. D'ici la, ce sera le matn de toute facon." America got quiet for a bit, almost if contemplating what to say to France.
"C-Comment v-vais-je etre c-capable de voir, a-alors?" France thought how to respond to that, just letting the American sit in silence. He picked up the glass eyes, having to slightly force the empty sockets open. "Comme ca. Ne cous inquietez pas, cous pouvez toujours porter des lunettes avec cela."
Once he had the glass eyes in he hit America's head against the headboard, making sure the child was knocked out. "I'm sorry, Amerique." France felt sort of bad doing it while he was up, but it was utterly worth it. He left America strapped down, cuddling up to the nation and going back to sleep.
France, Francis Bonnefoy.
This was the end. He had collected everyone's eyes but his own. Now it was almost a hobby, fuck and then collect. An ongoing cycle, cleanse and replace. And finally, he ran out of nations. He didn't want to go to people, that would physically hurt nations if he started that. So he stayed, preparing to take his own eyes out.
He knew he wouldn't be able to use the numbing needles. He would have to be able to tell what he was doing. So, carefully he stuck his fingers under his eye, groaning in pain and somehow pleasure. He popped the first eye out, feeling the warm and sticky blood seep down his face.
Quickly he placed it in the cleaning solution, popping the glass eye in so he could take the other out. It hurt like hell by then, reminding him of what he was doing. It practically took all of his will power not to just stop and scream and cry. To break down, realize he did wrong and would have that on his shoulders.
But he pressed through, quickly pulling the second eye out. He worked faster with the second eye, the dull thud of pain not helping him at all. Once he had both glass eyes in, he blinked, making sure they would stay in place. He smiled when they did, looking down at his light blue eyes sitting in the solution.
Once he looked at all the small jars of eyes in his closet, he realized, it was definitely worth it. His smile grew on his face, each pair of eyes having a label with the name and a bit of solution in them. It (the eyes, the room) was beautiful, looking at everything. Anyone else would think it was creepy, but to him, everything was gorgeous.
Well! Theres your new chapter! I did the FACE Family! And next, I think I'm going to do Prussia. He seems fun to screw up! XD I'll probably have a few more one-shots out too.
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