I'm so nervous. What do I say? I look into his eyes. He really is handsome.
"Well... yes, I really like you... um..." I say. I can barely make out the words come out right. France leans in and places his hand on my shoulder. I close my eyes and feel his lips against mine. He takes his time and starts moving them in a sensual rhythm. My knees go weak. It's such a new feeling, and it feels incredible. It's beginning to get pretty hot in here. I break away for air and pant. He picks me up and carries me onto my bed. He climbs on top of me and starts kissing me again. His tongue brushes against my lips and soon enters my mouth. I make a long low noise, and my muscles get tight. My face heats up. His hands feel my torso and I melt under him.
"Canadien..." he says huskily.
"Mmm?" I respond.
"Prussia... is at the door."
I gasp and push him away.
"Prussia?! I can explain! Uhhh..."
Prussia smirks.
"It's nice to see you two getting along." he says. I blush and can't make myself say anything.
France turns to look at me with an embarrassed look on his face.
"I get it. You don;t really like me, don't you ma petite." France appears downcast.
"I'm just some womanizer that you can use and throw away." Tears start to form on the corners of his eyes.
"I really did like you, Canadien." he says, getting up and running out the door.
"Wait.. Papa!" I yell, but it's too late.
Prussia sits down next to me.
"Did you really like him?"