"Now, ya sure there's nothin' else ya need before I leave?" It was already way passed the point of her flight time, but Charlotte kept being pulled back for various reasons by the wine lover. Finally, he shook his head in disappointment and let her board the helicopter.

"Call me when you get 'ome!" France fretted quickly. Aussie was left laughing at his protective nature, but only waved from the window. They didn't want it to be a teary goodbye, or even an unhappy one, so both of the countries smiled with a cute laugh, mouthing their goodbyes as she was swept up from the outstanding French land and into the midday atmosphere above the world.

As soon as she was out of reach, France dropped his waving hand and sighed deeply; he knew he should have confessed on their date. What regret! However, if what America had told him was true, then the last thing he wanted to do was make the evening awkward for both of them. It was the perfect night – there was no need to ruin it. Maybe a confession wasn't something he needed to do for him to be with her. After all, he was France; the flirtatious pervert. Surely he didn't want to settle down with one single woman just yet, right? He huffed again; of course he did. As much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to get... older... which meant that his wondering days couldn't last forever. He didn't want to end up old and alone; he wanted someone for him, to embrace and love how much he pleased. After a lot of consideration, he realised his feelings for Australia were true and very strong, and that she was also the right girl for him. Strong, smart, sexy, alluring, erotic, he could go on for a long while. There was nothing she didn't possess that he wanted; ignoring her terrible sense in fashion, but whether or not she felt the same was an entirety in itself. She showed so many different signs that it was proven to be extremely difficult to understand just exactly what her feelings were.

He set back home and waited for the very important phone call; but it was so long to travel from France to Australia by helicopter, how long would it be until she actually could call? This was the most obnoxious part of parting with Charlotte for the simple fact that he couldn't stop his worry about her like a mother sending her child to their first day at school.

Alright, things were gonna change around here! For starters, there was no way in hell Australia could last more than a few days without company like she had been distressing for the past few decades. The only company she got was New Zealand, who had now made it apparent that she didn't like her big sister much. Now Charlotte realised what France meant when he said about England, America and... Who was the third one? Anyway, what he meant when he said that they never treated him like a big brother anymore, even though he raised all three of them. It was so sad. Oh well, she was sure she'd come around soon enough.

With the helicopter lowering easily onto the flattened grassy area of the vast Australian jungle, Aussie lent out of the door, holding her cork hat tightly to her head and smiled eagerly at her countries beautiful lush green towering around her gorgeously. Although she was sick of being an island on her own, there was no way she'd ever get sick of the beauty her country was, and the thrills of everyday venturing too! No matter where you went when in her home, there was danger lurking around every corner, just the way she liked it. How boring would life be without a few danger-zone risks? The copter landed perfectly, making its own crop circle in the deep bright blades of the ground before it slowed down carefully until it reached its halt.

"'Ome, sweet 'ome!" She smirked, waving the pilot off after grabbing everything she packed. This was her very upmost favourite part when returning to her abode; the stroll through the jungle beforehand. Because she lived on the edge of both a jungle and a beach, there was nowhere for a helicopter to land than a few miles away. It didn't bother her though; a 5 mile stroll was a very relaxing beginning of the day. Sometimes, she'd even take detours just so she could get that little bit extra of extraordinary and exotic landscape to enter her soul. Of course, Charlotte knew the entire field like the anatomy of a kangaroo, but it would never be the same trip twice when she gazed upon the outstanding and mesmerising natural scene each time. That was something she would have to sort out though; if she wanted to invite countries over, she would need some sort of guide to take them through. Maybe she'd put up signs or make some maps... Well, at least she could get home before she threatened about losing people who wasn't even there. She began striding her way across the rural path, dodging each hazardous step and animal which threatened to knock her down.

At long last, Charlotte kicked off her sandals and braced her landing onto her colourless sofa. Her villa was a cosy size with only five rooms, but had an amazing view both out on her patio, and on her bedroom balcony. With the jungle at her balcony and the sea at her patio, there was nothing more the athletic female could ever wish for. However, it was getting so lonely now that New Zealand no longer loved her big sister; she was becoming so cold towards her. It was becoming increasingly hard to take good enough care of her and keep her from making rash, terrible decisions.

Quickly, the sound of an opening window rushed Charlotte into a defensive stance off the settee.

"Alright, 'ho's dumb eno'f to break inta mi 'ouse?" She seeped angrily through her teeth, stepping slowly towards the hallway where the obnoxious bang came from.

"Da, such a hot country! It will be a nice holiday place when I take over..." A familiar frightful voice dreamily sighed. Oh no, Australia knew that voice a mile away; why the hell was he here? There he was, leaning casually out of a large window leading straight towards the beautiful white private beach outside before wiping at his brow and taking off his scarf and coat unused to the exasperating heat. She dropped her hands irritated and grinded her teeth, tapping the shoulder of the taller country.

"Russia, as much of a pleasure it is to see you, what are you doing here?" Ivan turned around with his usual innocent grin.

"Oh, hello, Charlotte. I was just looking for New Zealand, have you seen her?" He nonchalantly enquired, passing his loose clothing over to the tanned feline.

"No, I 'aven't been 'ere. Why would she be 'ere anyway? Better yet, what business do ya 'ave with mi li'l sister?" She glared immensely at the Russian; damn did he have a way to annoy her. Although she didn't have any sort of business with the sunflower lover, she wouldn't ever dare defy his needs or provoke him; only the odd death glare was all she could master against him. It was beginning to bother the brown haired woman though – he and New Zealand were always seeing each other now days...

"Okay. I'm sure she'll turn up soon so I'll stick around for a while. You don't mind, da?" It may have been her imagination, but Charlotte could have sworn he was threatening her somehow. Without another word the Russian headed into the living room, making himself quite comfortable in her favourite seat on her snug settee. She didn't have a choice but to accept his company. A minute ago, she was longing for the countries to visit her more often, but the mysterious snow man wasn't exactly the first person who jumped in her mind when she thought about who would be the most ecstatic being here. Sighing in defeat, she hung up the thick coat and strangely worn out scarf and joined him on the other side of the setting area in order to keep a close eye on him.

"Something's botherin' me, Russia." She began to converse. It's not like she felt hatred to the white haired nation, but she certainly could think of a few others words rather than 'like', "'Ow did ya get 'ere in the first place? The rocks around the beach leading to the Tasman Sea would 'ave made it difficult by boat; there are no roads or pathways leading 'ere and an 'elicopter can't drop anywhere close, so 'ow the 'ell did ya get ta mi 'ouse?" A few silent seconds passed as the Russian contemplated her question, but very quickly he brought back his strong, provoking grin.

"New Zealand brought me here. Then she disappeared."

"... New... That little brat!" The Aussie mumbled the last part harshly, "That brings me ta mi earlier question; what the 'ell do ya want wit' mi sis anyway?"

"He's just visiting, Australia." Shocked at the sudden new voice, Australia swiftly turned to see her bratty little sister standing behind her... in a towel.

"Ember! Put some clothes on will ya? We do 'ave a guest!" The black haired girl tusked at her big sister, only tightening her grip on the top of the towel and mumbling something inaudible to the older woman.

"I've been looking for you, Ember. Where have you been?" The third member perked up, closing his gleaming eyes into a satisfyingly pleased grin.

"In the shower, didn't I tell you?"

"You 'ave a shower at yours! Why are ya 'ere?" This was beginning to confuse the simple sibling to an extent she didn't want to reach.

"My hot water stopped working. Can you go now? I want to speak with Ivan in private." Her piercing purple eyes drained the soul of the poor older sister, almost making her forget her place.

"This is my 'ouse! If ya want ta talk to 'im in private, go 'ome!" She scowled horribly. The Kiwi was only her sister when it suited her and this ticked her off!

"And get dressed for fuck sake!"

"It's okay; we can talk while you get dressed." Speaking up only raised the anger boiling through the bronzed gals veins. She spun around and faced the, now standing, country.

"Not. In. Hell. Ya'll 'ave to chain me up before I let that 'appen!"

In just a few minutes the brown eyed sheila was screaming at the top of her lungs, tied tightly to the bedpost with a leering Russian above her head on one side, and a shorter intimidating Kiwi on the other.

"This suits you, Australia, I wonder if big brother France has tried this yet." She sneered at his name, watching the reddening face of her care taker with a hinting humour. Charlotte could only curse, but her unfortunate mind was wondering about the situation a little too much. There she was, helplessly tied to her bed in a revealing pair of shorts and a tight singlet with a demanding, dominating, daring man closely leaning over her body with an enjoyable smirk, carefully and audaciously climbing over her figure, running his hands through her silky hair and over her smooth cheeks. Damn, she wanted something dirty to happen, but she knew nothing would. Although, it was a little too strange considering her little sister was there too, even though they weren't blood related, she did raise her.

"W-W-Why would you even say that?" She stuttered considerably. It was only when she was defenceless she stuttered so much. Suddenly, a buzz could the attention of all three nations, turning their gaze over to the single white mobile on the side table. Being immobilized, New Zealand was left scowling as she was compelled to answer it annoyed.

"Yes? No, it's New Zealand. Oh, Big brother France, we were just talking about you." Oh no. France must have been wondering why she hadn't called; why did she have to answer to France? This wasn't going to end well...

"I'm afraid not. Why? Well, she's tied to the bed at the moment. How? Russia did it. Yeah, he's here, why?" She turned her head back to face her company, watching as Russia twirled a few strands of her fallow hair through his icy fingers with a wanting simper, "He's playing with her." The phone was brought from her ear in one swift moment, only to allow France's endless French cursing chant through the phone in a blazing chorus. The black haired witch only let the tiniest smirk reach her rouge lips as she pressed the phone back against her ear.

"Oh, I think you should talk to her, she'd give you the details." With the last part purred through the technological item, it was pressed against her sister's ear harshly, giving her the opportunity to try and explain and calm the French man down.

"Hey, Francis, it really isn't at all what it sounds like, mate." She began.

"Oh, zen what is it like, Jarlotte? Did you miss me zat much already zat you needed Russia to take care of you? Why is 'e zere anyway?" He spited a little hurt. Of course, France knew that she wasn't actually doing anything with Russia; he learned of New Zealand's antics years ago but he just like to hear how pathetically Australia tried unwinding the situation. She was always too simple minded, making it easy for her to be locked into innuendos without realising it.

"He was waiting for New Zealand, and then she came out the shower almost starker's so I told 'er ta get dressed, then Russia wanted ta go with 'er but then I said that I'd 'ave ta be tied down before I allow that - that's 'ow I ended up 'ere!" France had to remove the phone from his ear before laughing; trust her to say something so sexual when trying to threaten someone! All his anger was forgotten, along with the hurt. She was a complete idiot. Even worse, she was there, tied to a bed in nothing but what he saw her dressed in before she left, flustered and sexy, and he wasn't even with her to take care of it. The idea of the roles switching from their first night together turned his head to so many different fantasies... He could even here her flustered panting down the phone from where she was struggling.

"So what is Russia doing to you?" He tried to keep a straight voice, but it began breaking at the end. Of all the people, it had to be Russia with her.

"He's playing with mi 'air and pinned mi legs down..." She quickly realised that the ending should have been left out. The only way someone could do both on her tall frame was only if they were straddling her... which he was. Thankfully, the sexual desire of their position did not seem to affect Russia the least, leaving her body to work for itself. At least, if it did, he concealed it extremely well. However, if he didn't do anything about his body weight and heat lurking over her beseeching hips, it soon may have led to undesired consequences, "... Help me; Ember's being so mean to me!"

"It sounds like it." Russia was on her? That was something the blonde narcissist didn't like one bit. Jealousy was beginning to form darkly through his soul, but he began to also feel helpless; how could he do anything? Russia was a huge country and there was no way France was going to become his enemy, and also Australia was way too far away to just come running to the rescue.

Watching the scene before her, Ember began to tire of her sister's pleading, and so decided to break Russia's looming frame from on top of her.

"Russia, I still need to talk to you and get dressed." She signed, pulling the heavy nation off of Charlotte.

"Da." Before he could be taken fully off, however, he leaned over into the ear of the paralysed woman, breathing just enough so only she and France could hear him. Without paying attention to the second female, he licked the shell of the singlet wearer's ear with a smirk as a slight moan reached her aching throat, trying all she could to keep France from hearing it, "We should continue another time, Charlotte..." The blush on her cheeks was enough for even France to feel. The seduction in his voice was one that was painfully intimidating, yet unimaginably alluring. If it wasn't for either her sister, or the fact she was on the phone to the very person she had slept with the night before, she would have gotten at least something out of this situation. Finally, he crawled off of her and untied her hurting wrists, noticing every part of her sexy frame as he done so, including the dark circles that raided across her neck hungrily. With a final grin, they both exited the dazed female's room and left her alone to speak with France. Even as she brought the phone back to her ear, neither of them could say a word. After a few awkward moments, France finally decided to break it.

"...Are... you alright?" He questioned worriedly.

"He picked me up and tied me down so easily... It's scary... knowing that you're near someone who could take you down in a blink of an eye."

"Oui, but are you alright, mon cherié?"

"Yeah, I'll live... hopefully." Not much could be said anymore. There was a fiery pain of jealousy in France, but Australia couldn't help but think of what could have happened if New Zealand didn't stop him. Did she realise things were getting strange and stop him? No... She didn't care what happened to her big sister anymore; she had been influenced by so many other countries that it was becoming apparent that she didn't matter anymore.

"Jarlotte..." France breathed sensationally. Quickly, she snapped out of her daze and focused on her call; the way he breathed her name always sent such amazing chills down her spine. Damn she wished, she longed, for him to be breathing her name beside her on her bed; she wanted him just by a tone of voice. Addiction was so strong and so amazing when it came to the French lover.

"Should I come over to your 'ome, ma belle?" There was something by the way he said that pure sentence that made the shaky female fall backwards on the bed again. The bloody Russian; his weight was solemnly on her hips – he probably did that on purpose, and the way he played with her hair was just how France would have. But breathing on her neck fiercely with that frosty bite and licking coldly on her shell... she needed something. Even worse, France's sexual emotions were thawing through his voice greatly, making him purr without realising it and bringing every one of her memories and senses back to their time together.

"Please, Francis... I need you here with me..." She sounded so pleading. What could she do when sounding like this? She couldn't help it the slightest, but her voice showed the sky eyed lover just what he had let go of all too soon. Why didn't he just go on the helicopter with her?

"I'll leave immédiatement."

It would take France at least twenty five hours to get to her's since that's how long it took the absentminded sheila, so with time to kill Charlotte tried her best to take her tender mind off of the sexual tension that was beginning to build up in her. She had only been away from her gorgeous lover for just over a day yet she was like this! Still, with another days wait, perhaps she'd try taming herself and wait patiently until France was there before doing anything to help calm her sexual needs. How she was going to last was a wonder though...

That night, Charlotte felt the speeding beat of her heart too strongly. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't do anything; she was badly in need for company. Masturbation didn't seem to cut it for her anymore, now that she had felt those lustful tips of France: his long, slender tongue gliding, gluing his saliva over her naked chest... his lengthy, skilful fingers pumping and playing around her heating flower sharply... his hard, throbbing member teasing her viciously as it stands tall and thick, begging for her gasping mouth to coat it in the warm blanket of her own pink muscle... 'Oh, Francis' she'd call, stretching her legs open for him to take her however he wanted. Sure, she was dominating, but her power just didn't seem to effect properly when the blonde wine lover plagued her mind with his talents. She stretched her hands above her head in hope to keep her promise and refuse to touch herself at all. This way, she could go crazy with the Frenchman. She wondered highly if she could last though. Whispering mewls escaped her wet lips unintentionally as her eyes closed desperately. She had been like this for so long now after her dreams turned their back on her and gave her the pleasurable experience she craved, but as soon as she woke she realised that those sorts of experiences are never fulfilled in only dreams. Hell, she wanted France now! How much more was he going to make her wait? Of course, she knew it wasn't his fault, but she was just impatient of him.

Much to her surprise, a single streak of light casted over the flushed gal, making her uncomfortable movement halt completely, almost oblivious that she wasn't asleep. Her eyes weren't facing the door, but the light grew small again, indicating the large wood work was being closed. She felt relief wash over her only for a brief second, then she realised...

The figure climbed onto the bed with her.

Fearful, Charlotte found herself unable to move an inch. A few painfully quiet seconds passed, but the dark intruder fastly ascended on top of her aching body with a devilish smirk. She screamed but the frame on her only chuckled at her terrible attempts. No one could hear her; she lived isolated and alone.

"I'm glad I found this place, Charlotte," He jeered, "You're such a hot little country." His mouth leered closer to the frozen female as he locked her hands where they were placed, "I'm jealous..." Charlotte didn't need the light to know that mysterious voice. What was he doing? She knew that he couldn't be trusted but was he really capable of-!

"Russia, get off of me!" She worked and slithered her body as much as she could to get his hefty weight off, but no anvil. The icy eyes of the man shone brilliantly in the dark night, but it wasn't the gem eyes that she wanted there on top of her. Of all the time he could have came here, it had to be when she was defenceless and horny. Damn her female emotions giving her a high sex drive.

"Why would I do that? Didn't I say we'd continue later? Ember was being a bother, so I needed to wait until she was gone before," Removing one of his freezing hands from her gripped fists he brushed her hair aside using his fingers with slender pressure, "I came back for you. Become one with Mother Russia, da?" Slower and slower his face lowered closer to her own. She tried diverting her head to the side but he used his free hand to grab her chin and turn her back.

"Not in a million years!" She sneered darkly. Russia didn't seem at all surprised or hurt at her answer; all he did was grin.

"Then I'll make us become one instead." The Aussie gasped audibly, still fighting back, as the strong frame of the Russian leaned forward to her hands, kissing the fingers before tying them once again to her bed with his own scarf. No matter how much the scared woman struggled, she just couldn't remove the vice grip around her. What made matters even worse was that this was turning her on to no ends. If he didn't fulfil her needs, she was sure she was going to go crazy. Smirking at his work, the snow haired prowler started leaving butterfly kisses along her lengthy arms and licking them upwards again until the entirety of her upper limbs were sticky with his frozen saliva. When he reached down to her shoulders, he didn't bother with kissing her, he only wanted to get what he wanted, and that was what he was going to do. Ignoring her needs, his hands travelled to the light sheet that covered her sleek body and pulled it down, revealing her astonishing body to his prying eyes. She only slept in panties. Of all the stupid things she could have done, she could have at least bought some bed clothes or wore a bra. Now because of her stupidity, Ivan was staring at her uncovered breasts with an evil glint emitting from his hellish eyes. After he had mesmerised her strapping upper body, Ivan decided it was time he made her bow to him. Taking one of her flaccid buds into his mouth he twirled it around his tongue harshly whilst the other hand squeezed her second breast. She didn't like his touch; it was selfish. Whining and squirming, she did everything she could to stop him from continuing like this, or at least be kinder to her.

Wait, she didn't want this at all! Why was she thinking about being raped by him? No, Ivan was defiantly the wrong person to be sucking her nipples. She only wanted France. The strength the Russian used to play with her was too much for her. Sure, she liked it rough, but physical violence was completely different. She knew that if she said or done just one thing wrong, she would be hit. That may have been a turn on for one person, but that defiantly wasn't for her. She was yearning for the wondrous touch of a sky eyed beauty, not this monstrous beast.

"S-Stop this, please!" She begged. Although her nipples had hardened to his consistent lapping, she wasn't at all moaning in pleasure, or moaning at all in fact. This annoyed him terribly. Why was she trying so hard to win a fight she had clearly lost? He tried a different tactic and bit down on her, earning only a painful yelp. Strange... Her sister loved it when he was this rough with her, didn't she like it like this? How unfortunate. Perhaps it wasn't time for them to become one after all. Without a word he unhooked his gawping cavity off of her bouncing breasts and unlocked her wrists from the bed. Confused, Charlotte was only expecting the worst, but nothing came after that. All he did was climb back off of her hefty hips and walk out the room. 'She'd come to me' Ivan thought darkly, 'She'll be mine soon.'

...What just happened? Did he change his mind? She heard the loud thud of the front door and relaxed again. Great, he left her in the middle of it, meaning her wetness was still taunting her unbearably. Still, she made her promise and was going to stick by it no matter how long it took. At least when it does finally leave her, it would be because of a tender loving guy rather than rough rugged hands. Ignoring her body's pleas, she pulled the cover back over her lean frame and twisted onto her side, trying all she could to relax enough to at least sleep.

Landing down onto the unfamiliar territory, France was feeling slightly nervous for the brown haired sheila to show. Why, he didn't understand himself, but as the graceful beams of the afternoon sun shadowed over the trees until it broke through, he followed their leading path to expose the running beautiful figure of the same woman he was worried for. She was unharmed by the looks of it – that was good. If that bastard Russia tried anything even remotely harmful to her, he'd be sorry.

"Francis!" She called blissfully. Sprinting over to his taller figure, her arms flung tightly around his shoulders in a loving embrace, making the Frenchman blush ever so slightly at her sudden personality switch. He brought his arms up to her waist as the helicopter escaped from the surrounding pure trees the two countries stood inside. The wanting woman nuzzled her nose into the crook of the older nation's neck not letting him let her go. She need him to embrace her, she wanted him right there and then. Holding herself back took such a toll on her, and now that the man of her deepest fantasies was standing there, his body leaning so close to her, making their chests rub together hungrily. No matter how hard she tried, there was no escaping her heating want anymore. She dropped her hands an inch from his shoulders to his forearms, but then slowly kept moving them down and around his trim figure impatiently until they halt and rested eagerly on the Frenchman's firm butt. France could smell her steamy arousing aura a mile away; she was like a dog in heat. This didn't seem to appeal to him at all. He tried prying her off but only succeeded into getting her chest off of his. Still, their hips were locked together and she took this to her advantage by grinding herself against him with a blurry mind.

"Francis, I need you right here, right now." She growled, barely giving him a chance to stand his ground against her. Any other person, he'd probably jump at the opportunity, but Charlotte was a different matter. Fastly, her hands perversely pushed through his shirt, rubbing his abs keenly in desire and pressing her lips around his neck explicitly. However, no reaction to each one of her actions surprised her downheartedly; could she not turn him on like this? She had done it so easily the times before, what was different to now?

"Francis, what's wrong?" Calming herself down to understand her partner's problems, she waited patiently for him to speak.

"Do you... did you only want me 'ere for sex? Is zat all you see me as; a booty call?" This shocked her incredibly. The hurt in his voice was enough for even her dense mind to understand. Now that she thought about it, that was all she thought about getting from him, yet they had been friends for years and had so much fun doing so many other things. Why did she suddenly see him as a fuck-buddy?

"I see you as my best friend. But, ever since you showed me just exactly what you were capable of, I've only wanted you. I've only desired to have you. You drive me crazy..." She lowered her voice succulently and leaned in to kiss him, but still he rejected her, dropping his arms off of her waist and stepping back. This felt like such a kick in the face to her. Rejected... by France. The perverted loving loser who tried sleeping with basically everyone... and he rejected her.

"Sexual tension drives you crazy." He sighed slightly upset at his own words. He really did love her, but sex was something he didn't want to give her; it was love he wanted to give her, "I am not zee country of passion, Jarlotte, zat is Spain. I am zee country of l'amour. Until you understand zat, I won't give you what you want." He was dead serious and the astonishment in her face was slightly laughable. Not give her sex? That was torture! No other man would be able to replace him and she really needed him now!

"But- but- but-!" She tried, her eyes swirling in confusion. She hadn't been in love before, how the hell was she meant to know there was a difference? What was the difference? With anime tears dripping from her eyes, France smirked. Who said he could never play hard to get? All he wanted her to say was something along the lines of 'make love to me', then he'd fulfil her desire full heartedly.

"Come on zen; let's go to your 'ome." He begun making his journey towards the house he had over the years become accustom to, grabbing the hand of the owner as he passed her. Although, no matter how many times he had come here, he only knew half the way there, so pulling the confused Australian behind him could only go so far before he had to bring her wondering mind back to reality. France was hurt that he had to say all those things, and instantly regretted the fact that he was in her country, meaning that he wasn't going to get barely any sex either... perhaps he didn't really think this through... but he didn't want to become just another one of the men she slept with before; he valued her life more than his own.

"I'm sorry." A quiet voice spoke up, startling him into turning around, "I didn't mean for you to think that I no longer value you as a person. To be honest, I don't know what the difference is between making love and having sex." Francis couldn't help his guilt shooting up. She was so cute! No matter what happened, she always knew exactly what he was thinking. If only she'd say the words though.

"It is okay, mon cherié; you would never zink so low of me, oui?" With a dazzling smile Australia felt her heart beat kindly, knowing that no matter what they'd always be best friends. If this became a one night stand between them, then she'd get over it eventually; it's not like France was only sensational at sex, he was good at many different things. He'll just take her mind off of it... somehow.

As they walked through the sliding back door of her villa, Charlotte's hand was let go of by Francis. His own hand was brought up to his face to let out a mighty yawn for the brown haired sheila to witness.

"If you want to sleep for a bit, you can use my bedroom. The spare is a little messy. You've had a long journey, so maybe it would be best for you to rest a while."

"Oui, merci." He replied with his mother tongue. He was really tired to begin with, but that journey to her house just took a huge amount of energy that he didn't have in the first place; he didn't even have the energy to speak English anymore.

"I'm going to be in the shower – if you need anything then just come in." Half hoping France would take this opportunity for a few innuendos; she waited patiently but only received a slight nod as he headed towards her bedroom.

"Bonne nuit, mon amour." Left cold and alone, Charlotte finally decided to give up on her pursuit on Francis and decided to take the cold shower she needed.

Her hands twisted round to the cool temperature she needed for the taps and stripped down lazily, noting any changes that may of happened to her body. Great... She had a very dark, very visible bite mark circulating her erected pale nipple where Russia had decided to be rough with her. He really didn't know how to treat a woman. She sighed and climbed in the running waterfall. What made him do that anyway? Did he like her, or was he just feeling aroused? Who knows...? But, whatever it was, he was gone now so she no longer needed to worry. Yet, she couldn't escape the feeling of his leering eyes. She was glad that France hadn't asked anything about it, but it was easy to see that it was badly hurting him. Of course, this was only because Australia was basically his benefitting friend; she was sure he wouldn't like to share her with another country now. Charlotte couldn't care less if he slept with hundreds of other countries (with the exception of New Zealand and her other siblings) but for a strange reason, he did care. How odd.

Once again, the terrifying sound of a loud crash broke away all of the Aussie's feelings, making her sprint through the bathroom door without a second thought. Soaking with adrenaline pumping through her veins, she quickly headed into the direction of the peculiar noise, finding that it had come from her bedroom.

"France, are ya alright, mate?" She fretted with fear. If he was hurt, she wouldn't know what she'd do. Her hand collided with the door handle and she yanked it open, but the sight before her was defiantly one she did not expect.

The noise came from her lamp smashing against the floor as the blonde beauty had an intruder pinned down onto the bed. What was the strange part, however, was who the intruder was. When was he going to leave her alone?

"What the 'ell? Russia, why are ya 'ere, again?" This was too far now. Once again, he tried creeping up on her while she was defenceless on the bed, but ended up creeping on France. Well, it didn't look like Francis was having too much of a problem with the situation.

"I was hoping you had changed your mind on my offer and wanted to persuade you a little more." He answered, not once taking his eyes off the sky eyes from above him. Charlotte sighed. He was meant to be with New Zealand, yet it started to seem like he was using her to get to Australia. Perhaps she was over thinking it, but it was becoming annoying.

"Francis, ya can let go of 'im now." Reluctantly, he climbed off the familiar ally, receiving an overpowering smirk while doing so. It didn't take long for Russia to notice the naked female before him, but as he eyed her approvingly and steadily walked towards her frozen direction, France found himself fastly stepping over to her side, placing a protective arm across her faultless chest. The gaze Charlotte received from the large nation was one than made her shiver in fear, resulting to her stationary figure unwillingly. She needed to cover herself up, but the trepidation building up in her tightening throat was one that stopped her from any sort of reaction. Ivan's smirk only continued with a perverse gleam. As soon as he was in a gratifying distance, his icy hand caressed her cheek solemnly. However, the scowling Frenchman pulled her body away from his allied country and closer to his own fearing body. This was the first time he had stood up to Russia so well; but it was for a good enough cause.

"Leave, Russia. She 'as not changed 'er mind and will not in zee near future." France scowled covering up the speechless woman with his own body. There were no more words that were said between the rivalling males; only actions which proved the point of their unspoken words with greater might. Russia was enjoying the little display before him. The grin did not waver the least as he turned for the door, but his eyes quickly exchanged Francis's glare for a more appealing area uncovered on the silent girl. Before he could be stopped, Russia's jaws clamped darkly onto the Aussie's neck, earning a painful scream and successfully snapping her back into the world.

France had enough.

Suddenly, Charlotte was forced out of the way as France's anger flared. No verbal bantering came from the infuriated wine lover, but physical as his hand balled into the strongest fist he could provide and throwing it instantly into Russia's cheek. Quickly the vodka drinker was thrown onto the floor with just that one punch. He was completely caught by surprise; no one had dared to hit him in an extremely long time and the person to raise his fist happened to be the surrendering elder of the nations. For someone who barely fought, he had a lot of strength behind his attack. Russia brought his freezing hand to his newly formed bruise, nevertheless still smiling as he recomposed his posture off the ground.

"I'd be careful if I were you, France," He malevolencely contemplated, "Some countries begin wars this way." France turned his gaze back to the stunned woman shaking on the bed for a brief second before twisting head on to Russia.

"If anyone tries to 'arm Charlotte, I will protect 'er. Even from you, Russia. Now get out." He was stern and uncharacteristically brave. Charlotte hadn't seen this side of him since his napoleon years and it was making her heart beat rapidly like she was witnessing the bravery of a prince charming in a fairy tale. She felt so weird and sickly, but it was such a welcoming feeling that she just didn't want to let it go. What was this strange emotion? She couldn't take her chocolate orbs off of the handsome man's back; she couldn't even feel the heat emitting from her darkening cheeks as a blush rose up. There was a gratification she had for France that she couldn't place properly; whatever it was, she was just pleased he had agreed to join her today. Finally she understood that she didn't need him for sex, she needed him there just to make her happy.

Russia left with one last glance over to Australia, letting France's guard drop back down into a relaxing state.

"Si gênant!" Turning around back Charlotte, France couldn't help but stare over her defenceless state. It was only a handful of countries that could make her shake like this. He strided over to her and helped her back to her feet, eyeing over her fresh bleeding wound, "You really can be troublesome, Jarlotte." There wasn't much more he could say; her arms dropped from her parts and were thrown over his shoulders in a tight thankful grip. She wasn't crying, but she shook unimaginably at the fear that pulsed through her veins. He kept her close into his body. There were times he needed to be mature and protective and now was certainly one of those times.

After a little while, he loosened her grasp around his shoulders and stared down to the dripping blood on her. Gently, he worked his own jaw over the area and lapped it up.

"Francis... Wh-What are ya doing?" She seeped, trying to surpass her need to moan. After all the events, the feelings that wrecked her body had faded, yet still that sickly heartbeat plagued her chest quite painfully. He didn't answer her. Once the area had been cleaned, he took his tongue from the wound and soothingly replaced it with his lips, kissing it sweetly better. Still he kept his forehead buried into her hair as he rested down onto her shoulder, silently enjoying their small moment as his own adrenaline calmed down.

"I'm so tired, Jarlotte, but I won't be able to sleep like zis..." He admitted sadly. Softly his head was patted and embraced into his resting pillow of her body.

"Why don't we both rest?" With a muffled yes from France, Charlotte pulled their bodies up and over towards her silken sheets. They entered the comforting protection of her sleek covers and just laid together, hands wrapped around each other with their head so close. This was the comfort Charlotte wish she had every day. No matter how many men she slept with, France's embrace could not be replaced. She watched him closely as his eyes dropped down into a cosy siesta. Quickly, a foreign urge entered the sheila, making her stretch her neck towards the taller man without her noticing, and kiss his forehead with the same kindness he was giving her in this sweet moment. All she wanted to do was to express her odd, unnamed emotion and explore it further; only, she just wanted it to be France at her side as she done so.

Chapter 3 :3 Admittedly, I only have up to chapter six written up, so I'll have less updates after that, unfortunately. But I'm leaving about a week or so in between in order to think of further chapters too. I know Russia has been placed as quite the bastard, but he's basically the bad guy of the story, so he has to be. Don't get me wrong though, I true do love Russia. He's one of my favourite characters actually, I just thought he'd fit the role more than anyone else.

Abby-Flourite: I REMEMBER YOU~! *7* I haven't seen you since The Fire of 1000 Cherry Blossoms! It's great to see you again~ And also, thank you so much! You'll find out soon just what she means~ X3

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