HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FROM XRAWRXREPTARX

And to celebrate, I shall give another FanFic. And...This one speaks the international language of love~

CAN YOU GUESS WHAT IT IS?

Yup. It's french.

Frenchie and America are gonna get it on today!

PAIRING: FRUS

SETTING: Paris.. The city of love~

UHH (Under Heat Holding): Yes, there is... Very.

(By the way, Under Heat Holding is my way of saying HandJob)

~~~~AND NOW FOR THE WORLD PREMIERE OF JE T'AIME~~~~~~~~

"Wow dude, I had no idea french food could taste so good-mf" America said happily as he stuffed his face with a plate of french pastries.

"oh hon hon, mon ami, your city is my city, no?" France replied, staring deeply at the blonde, focusing more on his eyes and body. "y'know, I might even consider these almost better than burgers" America yammered on about the dish. "that is just a pesant dish, mon ami" France replied, still eyeing the other nation's chest. "well, peasants sure do know how to cook in your country, I'll tell you that!" America added, chocolate smeared on his lips. France clearly paid attention to this. A blush creeped up on the parisian as he zoned out into his sex part of his imagination. But France was dragged back to reality when he heard America trying to talk to him. "bro! you're zoning out!" America shouted. France then shook his head. "yes, Mon ami?" France said, resting his head on his hand. "I was asking you if I could stay at your condo... I don't have any more money to pay for my hotel room so... Could you help me out?" America asked. "Sure, we can go right now. Or are we still waiting on seconds?" France teased, looking to the busy street. A gust of wind blew through the balcony, making his hair flow a little. France got up and offered his hand. "Let me help you out of your chair" France said. America's eyes met his own. It was clear to France that America was doing that "I-can-do-shit-by-myself" look. "ok, ok, I'll let you get up on your own. It's just french hospitality" France explained. The blonde nation got up and took France's hand, blushing. "you ok, Mon ami? Do you have a fever?" France asked, staring into America's eyes. For some time now, America has had growing feelings for the frenchman. He didn't know why, though. It just sorta came out of nowhere when France accidentally bumped into him in the hallway at the conference building. They started talking and became good friends, but why was it so confusing? America was teleported from his mind when he saw France ushering him into a taxi. "after you, Mon ami~" France sang. His voice was low and sweet. Like the buzz of a bee. America felt his face grow hot. France also took notice of this and looked away nervously. He shut the door after he got in and the taxi drove off.

~~~WHAT..CAN'T ONE MAKE A FANFIC WITHOUT BEING JUDGED?~~~

France stood at the hotel door as he watched America jam his laptop into a rolling suitcase. Which clearly seemed to be overcrowded with the nation's personal belongings. "D-don't worry... I almost.. got.. it.." America bitched, practically smashing his laptop into the bag. "Don't worry mon cher. I shall carry it for you" France offered. "oh.. that's nice, France but.. I got this.. GOD DAMNIT!" America screamed. "Ok.. Help me~" America moaned a little. France blushed, but shook it off as he walked over to the other nation, crossing his arms and sitting on the bed. France picked up the laptop and held it in his arms like a clipboard. "Shall we go to my abode, Moisseur?" France asked, his husky voice made America shiver a little. "Yeah. Where's the taxi?" America asked, looking into France's eyes again. "The taxi is out front. We just need to walk there." France confessed. He saw America fluster. "y-you're kidding, right? I tried shoving my laptop in my bag for 40 fucking m-..Mf" America was shut up when france connected their lips. They soon gained distance. America wished they didn't, but didn't tell France about that. "now, come with me to the veichle." France escorted. "...'Kay" America giggled, taking his rolling thing out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ONE TAXI LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, here we are. My humble abode. You may stay as long as you please." France said, pulling America out of the car. It was clear to the french nation that America was still thinking about that kiss they shared in the hotel room. So France decided to pull the bags out of the trunk while the other nation was in a daze. France didn't notice that America's eyes were fixated on him. "Such a gentleman" America snickered not even paying attention to the stuff going on outside of his blonde head. It was getting dark when France finally got the blonde out of his mind world. "Come on! Your chariot awaits." France said, pointing to the horse drawn carriage. America blushed a deep rose at this guesture. "c-carriage?" "oui. It's obvious that you have feelings for me." France teased. "No... I-it's... uhh.." America short circuted for a minute as he was trying to come up with an alibi. "It is... Because I'm sick" he lied, doing a hack for emphasis. "aw, I thought we could go on this stroll through paris together. Just you and me?" France teased on. America immediately flew into the carriage. France followed him. Then France signaled the carriage driver to steer the horses around.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RIDE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"The eiffel tower looks amazing from here." America said, staring up at the lighted structure. "ah, so she is. The pride of paris" France boasted. America knew that France was saying that his monuments were better than the ones back in the states but right now America didn't care. France placed a light hand on his shoulder and turned him around. France then re-connected their lips. America melted into the kiss and moved his arms around France's neck, trying to keep balance. France placed 2 firm hands on both sides of the nation's torso. "nnh.." America moaned. France moved his hands away and put them back next to his own sides and moved away. America whimpered when France retreated. "France... why did you stop?" America asked, staring deep into the frenchman's eyes. France didn't come up with anything to say. For the first time in his whole life, he had nothing to say to get him out of this situation. "Je t'aime, America" France confessed. America raised a brow at this "What?" America asked. "Je t'aime means "I love you" in french" France explained. A huge blush socked America in the face. (so much blushing) "I-i... love you too?" America whispered, looking away.

~~~~~ONE REST OF THE CARRIAGE (And a 5 minute lesson on teaching America how to pronounce the words "Je t'aime") LATER~~~~~~~~~~~

The ride ended back at France's house. The pair both walked out of the carriage and into the house without a word. America walked over to the fridge and placed the box of leftover food inside while France went upstairs to go take some clothes out of America's luggage. The blonde nation trekked upstairs behind him. He saw a sliding door with a beautiful view of the eiffel tower, so America walked up to the door and opened it. He leaned over the balcony "so beautiful..." America whispered, not knowing France was behind him. The frenchman pulled him into a gentle embrace. "Oui, and so are you, mon amour" France whispered into America's ear. America blushed at this, his eyes becoming half lidded when France kissed the back of his ear. France moved his face towards America's and kissed his cheek, moving to his lips in the process. America sighed as France moved his lips down his neck, nipping his collarbone. France then put his hands on America's waist, lifting his shirt up. France dragged his fingers across America's nipples, pinching them. America's breath hitched when France grinded his manhood on his butt. America moaned a little at this feeling. France shifted a hand to the front of the blonde's pants. He gently tugged the zipper down, reaching into the boxers and pulled out America's member, half hard. France stroked it slowly, savoring every moan America made. "Je t'aime" France whispered, using his free hand to guide America's face into his view. "F-france..." America moaned, getting harder with every stroke France gave to his member. France then touched the tip, feeling precum seep out as soon as he set a finger on it. America moaned as France removed his jeans and unbuckled his belt, letting both fabrics drop to the balcony floor. He turned America around and connected their lips. France then did the same with his clothes until they were both completely naked. "Don't we need lube?" "oui, I have some right here." France said, pulling a watermelon flavored lube tube out of his pants. He opened it and spread some along his fingers, some getting inbetween the space of the two fingers. "i'll be gentle. Just tell me when you wish to stop, mon amour." France said, turning America around so his butt faced France's manhood. France then pushed the fingers inside. America immediately clenched around them and cried out. France had no choice but to take them out. "are you ok, mon amour?" France asked, concerned he hurt the nation. "I-it hurts.." America moaned. "But you can try again." He added, blushing a shade of blood red. France retried and pushed his fingers again at the tight ring of muscle. He managed to get the digits inside. "a-a-ahh... France~" America cried, feeling fire inside of his virgin hole. After a minute he nodded and France started moving his fingers, the pain easing away with each thrust. France swirled his fingers inside. America moaned loudly at this feeling, triggering to France his prostate must have been hit when he started swirling the lube covered digits. When France thought he was ready, he took his fingers out and (Once more) rotated America to see his face. He lifted the other nation's leg onto his waist. France then put some more lube on his member. France slowly pushed in, feeling America's walls clamp shut on him. "Ahhn..So big- ah.." America moaned. France blushed when he heard the blonde utter those words. France leaned to America's ear and whispered in it once more. "Je t'aime. Tell me when you're ready, mon amour." France whispered. His voice was low and husky and somehow soothed America into relaxing for the frenchman. France then whispered again. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle" he said, kissing America to show him that he kept his word. He then started thrusting slowly to start a rhythm. America moaned as soon as France rocked his hips. The french nation moved his hands onto America's waist, pulling him closer. A breeze blew through the screen of the platform. "France... y-you're so gentle-ah." America moaned, experiencing ecstacy while France thrusted gently, making the teen nation get wetter with each thrust. France lifted another tan leg onto his waist and started thrusting faster. "Je t'aime, America" France whispered, gaining speed. "Ahn... I love... you, France.. and dick." America cried. France blushed and continued thrusting. He leaned over to America's mouth and placed his lips gently on his lover's, hearing and feeling America's body react to him in such ways France has never experienced with anyone he had sex with. This was way different than with England, let alone the fact he handcuffed him to the bed. And forced him to have sex. England never said "I love you" or any affectionate shit the other times they had sex, either. America ripped his lips away from France's to moan rather loudly about how France's member made contact with his sweet spot. America pleaded at France to go faster. So France complied and did as told, thrusting even faster into America. Soon France felt his member grow hotter as he felt America's walls clench around his member, signaling to France that America came. France witnessed as the teen screamed his name as his member spilt out his semen. Ameirca's body trembled, then slumped against France for support. France then came into the blonde. Earning another scream from America. When France was done, his member fell out of the younger nation. They both toppled over onto the hardwood beneath them, America half asleep. "J-je t'aime" America whispered, his eyes closing the whole way. France kissed his head. "Je t'aime aussi, ma petite Amérique. " France whispered back, shutting his eyes as well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Not really. Valentine's was 3 days ago... BUT TO GET INTO THE FEBRUARY SPIRIT, I WROTE THIS. This literary piece takes place in the most romantic city in the world. PARIS~

ain't it gorgeous?

Was it good, bad, hot, romantic (I tried making it as hot and romantic as possible while still keeping dirty stuff in it)

I REGRET NOTHING~

Happy (LATE) Valentine's day!

~Reptar~

(BEFORE I FORGET

TRANSLATIONS: Mon ami - my friend

Mon amour - my love

Je t'aime - i love you

Je t'aime aussi, ma petite Amérique - i love you, my little America

Mon cher - my dear

moisseur - mr.

THAT'S PRETTY MUCH IT FOR TRANSLATIONS)

Until next time~

*~RuRu~*