This story like the last is extremely EXPLICIT! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! It's a pairing I randomly thought of so I wrote it down and it wasn't too bad... to me at least... i don't lie thinking about what I write...
France and Wales have been friends for a while now, they met after trying to talk to England and they both got kicked out. France isn't too proud to admit he's formed a rather large crush on his rival's brother, what he doesn't know is that Dylan feels the same way. As they walk into the empty conference room at the world meeting hall and find no one Francis asks, "Did we cancel, I don't remember canceling?"
Dylan tells him, "No, look there's a box on the table maybe it'll explain." the ginger walks over to the box, looking at the outside, he doesn't see a latch and goes to open it, "DYLAN!" screams the country of love, as his is sucked into the box, he runs over and touches it being sucked in as was his friend.
When France comes to he finds himself seated on the lap of his friend, he tries to jump away and give the man space but as luck would have it the inside of the box is too small for anything but that. He looks to his friend blushing, "Sorry, I wanted to help and I just made it worse, now if we could just figure out a way to get out of here." As soon as he says that on the wall in front of them (Francis' back is now on Dylan's chest) starts glowing. As the words disappear rules are set out, Dylan reads them,
'The rules are simple the goal more challenging, to escape you must confess something you would like to deny, if you fail to do so, be trapped here until you confess or fade. For some motivation rule one you must complete 7 minutes in heaven, with actual kissing, good luck.'
Francis turns his head to see that his friends face is the colour of his copper hair. He hopes this won't ruin everything, he turns around on the others lap, facing him once again. Dylan clears his throat voice calm and calculated so unlike his normal partying self that can keep up with the BTT, "I suppose, unless you wanna be stuck in here with me until we figure out what to confess or fade, that we should play the game."
France nods leaning forward, gently, tentatively kissing his friend and very crush. After he feels the other kissing back, he deepens it a bit, bending his head down and Wales' back, hands gently tugging on the others, oh so sensitive hair, earning a purr from the Welsh male. Francis almost ready to deepen the kiss more, is surprised to find his friend already there, licking his bottom lip. The blond quickly give him access, groaning at the discovery his friend has quite a skilled tongue. He internally frowns about his jealousy over this, afterall he too has had his fair share of exploits, including with this one's brother, he might add.
He vows (though not too seriously if this doesn't work out) that he won't sleep around anymore. He loves this man very much, so much so he's sure the other can feel it in his kiss. He pulls back from Wales lips making the ginger whine, he hides his laugh pulling the ginger's head back, exposing his neck (everyone has a sensitive neck it's a scientific fact, Francis loves to exploit), he first nips gently at the others Adam's apple, making him moan, then gently starts sucking beside it, stopping for a moment to lick over it then continuing to suck, harder this time.
When France hears Dylan whine about not being able to do anything to him, the blond gives him free range of his body, what surprises him is when Dylan immediately finds that little curl in his hair just like so many others, but is always hidden in his hair except for when he wears it in a ponytail. He mewls, embarrassingly, the other uses it to keep his head back now ravishing the frenchman's neck in the same way his was only moments before.
After it getting to be too much Dylan stops, Francis not realizing anything was wrong goes to continue and gets cut off. He worries aloud, "Dylan, I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" the Welshman looks at him sadly, "No I'm just afraid this meant more to me than it did you, I understand if you don't wanna hang out again." Francis is totally confused, "What do you mean, I was the one crossing the line, I used to go out with your brother and fell for you pour l'amour de Dieu." [a/n: pour l'amour de Dieu means: for god's sake]
Dylan's eyes widen asking, "Wait, you like me?" Francis rolls his eyes, "Of course I do, you're hot, ginger, can keep up with me and my friends, you're more kind than your brothers. How could I not, je t'aime." Wales pulls him into a passionate kiss, when releasing him with their foreheads pressed together tells the blond, "Rwyf wrth fy modd chi hefyd." and Francis (who'd been taking lessons to understand his friend, understood).
As the walls came down on the box, the kissed and left, not knowing the box had certain rules for each couple and also now had surveillance.
As Japan and Hungary collapse against each other with nosebleeds they know that though they never really expected this ship, it's hot as hell. And good for those two.