Hello again!

In a review, someone (MiraMizu15 actually) said that it was funny that a Frenchie (me, in this case) would be friendly with English people because usually Frenchies have a dislike for them.

Well, I must admit that I know a lot of French people who have a dislike for them, indeed. I've even heard once someone (yet a person that I think highly of) saying terrible things about them (no way, I won't say anything. Anyway, badmouthing and accusing, whatever is it right or wrong, it's just stupid and useless. It brings neither truth nor happiness). But most of the time, fortunately, it is not so bad. Generally, it is just like a kind of hazing, teasing, not mean at all. Anyway, they do the same towards us, don't they? :D Of course they do.

In my case, it is a bit peculiar. I have a particular history with them (and maybe you can feel this through my fic, I didn't invent a lot.) but yes, I don't tell about this to everybody. I know there would be always people calling me slut and shit. But when looking back to the past I have no regrets being a slut if I am so. (Now people here will REALLY start to freak out about me XD) Anyway, I already knew that my reputation was screwed since I put a foot out of France (since I'm 20 months actually because moved to the US for two years and half. I think I was predestined to Hetalia. Born French with French family, lived my young childhood in America among people of different nationalities (until I turned 4), got perverted in England (no specific questions please, even if you come with credit cards or checks I'll tell NOTHING xD), let's not mention the Belgian man I love lol). I love my life. I feel like I have friends everywhere^^

Mahé, December 3rd, 1896

I just can't believe what happened last night.

Arthur and me, we did…

Well, now this is sure, I hate him. And I swear that when he comes back I will take revenge.

I don't know what was with me.

Last evening, when he was about to go to his room, I blocked his way, my back against his door.

He frowned, his eyes refusing to look at me, and tried to open the door in spite of my presence. Then he looked at me, but not in my eyes. Then, I noticed that my bodice from my dress had gone askew, giving him an unrestricted view of my bust. I know he didn't refrain from enjoying it.

"Victoria, why…

His confused look, his breath blowing on my face, he was so close to me. I couldn't resist, and he couldn't finish his question because I quickly pressed my lips right on his mouth for a short kiss and gave him a smile as he gave me a shocked face, his eyebrows both raised and his mouth forming a "o" shape. It was so cute that I laughed and grabbed his shoulders for other kisses on his sweet lips.

Soft, soft lips, with a salted taste and a touch of sugar. He tried to move them back several times but I caught them back again and again.

- Vi… Victoria… no… please… stop this… he whispered with a voice silenced by my kisses.

I didn't want to hear those words. I kissed him deeper, sucking and biting slightly.

And then it was like if I couldn't control my hands starting to unbutton his shirt. I felt him breathing harder, and gasping against my lips when I started running my hands on his smooth white torso.

His hands grabbed my wrists, removing them from his skin, and he broke the kiss.

- No, Victoria, y-you must understand.

His eyes dove into mines so deeply that they hit my heart. I suddenly noticed how much beautiful they were.

- I just can't do it.

Those words seemed so unreal while his fingers were tangling with mines by themselves as if they were out of his control. I knew what he was thinking about perfectly.

I found a way between his arms to press my body tight against him, my head lying on his bare chest. His skin was warm and pleasing. I could have kept on standing like that for years.

- I am not a kid. Don't you see how much I have grown up? I asked raising my eyes towards him.

He sighed and played with my hair.

- I do, but you-

- Last time was good. And I want more.

He blushed heavily and I couldn't help but giving him a smile before planting kisses on his torso, squeezing my arms around his waist.

- I am not a little girl. And I know you're not a gentleman. I raised my eyes again to watch his grin appearing slowly on his face. You teach me how to behave but do you really care?

He laughed briefly.

- This is an interesting point of view. He said before starting to play with the laces of my dress. But do you really want this?

- Why are you asking? I moved my face closer. No more words. Just let this happen… I whispered and closed my eyes.

I didn't wait a lot before his lips went exploring mines. First slightly and softly, like butterflies' wings, then he went deeper, stronger, the hot and wet softness of his tongue running on my lips and tangling with mine. How many times had I ever dreamt of this moment?

He continued unlacing my dress until it dropped to my feet, leaving me in my light under dress only and feeling suddenly embarrassed under his gaze because he could make out all my curves.

That made me hesitating for a second until his arms lifted me off the ground and carried me straight to my room, next to my bed.

He quickly got rid of my under dress and the fire that showed up into his eyes made me feel quite ill at ease and vulnerable in my complete nakedness. Fortunately he erased my worries with another kiss placed on my lips.

He finished undressing himself and went back hugging me, caressing me, his head rubbing against my neck.

He moved back his head to watch me for a short moment, and he realized that my hair was still attached.

With his nimble fingers he undid the ribbons one by one and my hair ends fell down to my waist.

He examined the red ribbons for a while and put them on the table.

Without any more self-restraint, he pushed me onto the bed and covered my mouth, neck and breasts with sweet touches and sloppy kisses.

I felt like if I was in heaven, and sometimes I struggled and giggled because his fingers or his tongue were tickling me. That made him laugh and groan.

He went down rubbing my inner thighs aahh-why is he so good at it?

Then he held onto the mattress for support on top of me and looked at me in such a way that I almost freaked out. I stopped laughing and start thinking of what we were about to do. But it was too late.

He smiled and pinched unexpectedly my belly that made me almost jump from the bed and burst out laughing until he suddenly pushed his hardened flesh all the way between my legs.

The pain was terrible. Awful.

Each time he was moving in and out in repeated hard thrusts with his hips, it was like my underbelly was ripping from the inside. And it hurt me so much that I clenched my teeth so hard that I still don't know how they didn't break, dug harshly my nails in his back and cried.

Then he finished his work, pulled his manhood back and moved his head towards me. An expression of concern appeared on his face and he wiped my tears, whispering apologies.

I glared at him in reply and turned my back to him.

He pressed his body tight against my back and enlaced me, planting a quick kiss on my shoulder before I eventually fell asleep. Even if I am furious, I think I was actually glad for this last thing.

I am waiting firmly for him tonight. I won't and I'll never let him abuse me once again! He'd better behave himself.

Well, actually this chapter was not really exciting, sorry if that sucks. But the next one might be epic lol. You will have du Grand Arthur, I don't know how to say it in proper English but that means roughly that you will have some of 100% pure Arthur with no added milk or sugar xD Can't wait to start writing that mass murder…

Oh by the way, in 1896 its use was somehow sporadic but nowadays there is one thing on Earth called condom that has been invented by the English (unlike what they are actually saying, I've checked^^). All this to remind you that you must protect yourselves. (Wow it looks like I am working for the government's health department lol). And as well, binge-drinking (Angleterre I'm watching you xD), smoking (cigarettes or other), war, suicide, hatred, stress, accidents, murders are not good. You should prefer love, sex, siesta, good food, pasta, Hetalia, apple juice, kisses, hugs, trees, flowers, friends, fanfictions, whatever. :p

Thank you again for reading and reviewing ;)