I really don't have any direction for this story. I really don't...so feel free to request some situations. If I like it, I'll use it for the next chapter.
It was the last day for the World Meeting hosted by Germany and with the two nations who decided not to arrive, again decided to discuss the issue.
"Since that didn't work, any more suggestions?" he asked, his one hand in attempt to keep his glasses up. It made him feel smarter just wearing them. Of course glasses don't always make someone smart. (*cough*America*cough*)
"How about some Franada then?" Spain suggested, a smirk upon his face. "I'm sure that'll freak America out at the least,
"I agree with Spain!" Japan quickly responded, a sweat drop on his face.
"Stop agreeing with everyone Japan." Switzerland shot back at him, a glare piercing at him. "You're your own country. You don't have to keep agreeing with everyone else."
"I don't have military power though." he replied and decided then to shut up. Switzerland simply frowned at him and looked back at Germany.
"Franada sounds good then." Germany said. "What stories should we reccomend them?"
"I have-" Hungary was about to shout but was interrupted.
"The story Check, Mate!" Lichtenstein interrupted, a blush on her face.
"You read yaoi?" she asked, surprised that she actually read fan fiction stories. Especially yaoi ones. Lichtenstein nodded and looked away from her older brother who was currently in-between shock and killing someone. Japan quickly read the atmosphere and began to run away from the meeting room, followed by a pissed off Switzerland.
"Well then Lichtenstein, send America and Britain the link then." Germany coughed into his hand and straightened his paperwork. "Wow, we're actually done. We did everything on our agenda."
"Can I go home then?" Turkey groaned, snapping all his paperwork into his briefcase.
"I suppose we actually can." Germany stopped for a second. "I can't believe I just said that."
"We never knew this day would come." Austria pointed out. "With all your yelling and screaming."
"Me? Yelling? I'm just trying to do a favour and shut you hooligans up!"
"Kesesese ~ I'm awesome." Prussia randomly stated, clearly not understanding the atmosphere. The two quickly turned their heads toward the Prussian and back at each other before pulling out a gun and a..
"Is that a piano Austria?"
"So what? Jealous that I'm this strong?" Austria swung the giant piano at him and two began to fight. The others simply shrugged their shoulders and begin to hurry out of the room. Finally, after they were tired and out of energy, decided to call it for another day and left themselves.
The only one left standing was Canada.
"I never got to speak about this." Canada whispered to Kumajiro. "Guess I was forgotten again."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Ca-never mind."
He groaned slightly and clutched his paperwork to his chest. "Why Franada.."
"I received another text. But this time it's from Lichtenstein." England raised his eyebrows as he stared at his cellphone. This time, it was a Franada fan fiction story. Whatever the bloody hell was Franada..
"Oy! America, search up the story-" he squinted his emerald eyes. "-Check, Mate. I can already tell this is another lemon."
America nodded and quickly typed in the story. Finally, he found it and quickly clicked on the title.
Throughout the passion, Francis steadily inched them toward the bedroom. Too wrapped up in feeling, Matthew didn't realize the change in scenery until the back of his legs bumped into the bed corner. Breaking for air, both heavily panting, Matthew leaned forward to latch his lips on an unguarded ear. Lavishing the tender flesh with his tongue and nipping gently, he retracted. Purple eyes burned with lust as he gazed at Francis. "Baise moi."
A tidal wave broke over the Frenchman's body upon hearing that comment from the usually shy man before him. It took only a breath for both bodies to be draped on the bed, undergarments tossed unceremoniously on the floor.
Exploration began, but the expedition was short. Neither man wanted to prolong their desire for much longer. Francis spread luxurious kisses from forehead to navel, stopping only to entice pink nipples to firmness. Traveling lower, his tongue flicked the tip of a very hard Canadian, earning an impressive moan. Both leaking erections twitched at the sound, and neither could stand much more teasing.
America simply stared shocked at the screen, as the image played in his head all too well. England wasn't all that surprised as the American though. He knew France, it was sad but he could imagine this happening. Poor..wait, who?
"Did Francis and Matthew.." America stuttered, pointing accusingly at the screen, his face pale and his lips chapped. England nodded and he didn't expect that right afterwards for the American to faint right on the wooden floor. Sighing, he lifted him up by his arms and onto his bed. Probably was quite a shock he thought to himself.
"Alfred.." England brushed his fingers through America's surprisingly silky brunette hair. He wouldn't let him hear him say his human name. It was unusual for nations to call each other their human names unless it was related to public business. He leaned and deciding he was not going to wake up anytime soon, kissed him lightly on his forehead and hurried out, a blush on his face. I only kissed him as a brother..nothing more he reassured himself. Nonetheless, his heart kept beating. And always the same answer was..
Yes, correct. To fucking drink.
England woke up and the first thing he expected was to wake up in his bed. Which in fact he indeed did wake up in. The only thing he wasn't really "expecting" was the brunette to be clutching to his waist, snuggling close to his neck. His warm breath tickled the back of his throat and his strong muscular hands-wait England, stop with this rubbish! Why must you be so descriptive?
"What happened last night to me?" he asked out loud as if God would suddenly appear and give him the answer. He remembered drinking and-that explains it all. Bloody hell..
"You were drunk." God appeared before him, his beard looking a bit scraggly. A yawn escaped his lips as he blankly stared at England.
"Thanks God but I figured that out already."
"You brought me here for nothing. Thanks alot." God pouted and rolled his eyes. "Can I at least have some coffee?"
"Sure." he agreed and pointed toward his kitchen. God nodded and quickly walked out of his room. Now that he thought about it, that might have just been a hobo. He rather wished it was a hobo.
"Iggy..who was that?" America yawned and rubbed his eye with one of his hand, the other still clutched around the Brit's waist. "Is that another hobo?"
"It's just God for god sake. Can you let me go please?" he struggled a little within his grasp.
"Why? You're nice and soft and cuddly~" a small innocent smile appeared on the American's face.
"I'm not a teddy bear you wanker!"
"Well you might as well be one. You know, maybe I should get China and Japan on that idea! We would make good money..together..I'll call it Eyebear. Get it..eyebrow..eyebear.." another yawn escaped his lips and he fell asleep again. England groaned and decided he might as well not try. He let his eyelids slowly droop and soon enough, his breathing calmed evenly and he was asleep.
"That was so gay." God commented as he munched on his tuna, chicken, peanut butter, and jelly sandwich. "I did not expect that."
"America?" Canada knocked lightly on the door with a hockey stick in his hand. He thought it would be good time the two brothers hanged out again.
"Who is it?"
"It's Canada!"
"Who?"
"Matthew! You know, Matthew Williams? Your brother?" Canada shrugged and opened the door, letting himself in. He took a good look around and America walked out with a laundry basket in hand, the colour of his face draining each second.
"Want to hang out today? Play some hockey?" he lifted his hockey stick to show him.
"Sh-shouldn't you be with France woo hoo-ing." America couldn't help think of the fan fiction story whenever he looked at him. I mean, his own mother/brother/father and brother having sex? Damn, it was just too wrong.
"Woo hoo-ing?" he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hockey stick, a look of worry on his face.
"U-umm..it's nothing Mattie. I can't. Sorry dude. Laundry and later today, Sunday football." he laughed to reassure the Canadian. "Maybe next week if I'm not busy annoying Britain or anything."
"O-okay then. Au Revoir then." he hurried out of the house and questionably stared at the front door. America couldn't have really read that Franada story..could he? It was the only conclusion he could come to. Did these stories really affect them that badly? Suddenly, a thought appeared above his head and a smirk replaced his confused face. Time for Plan Canadian..
Random Hobo is random. Well like I said in the author's note above, please request some situations. Recommendation of fan fiction stories for America and England , USUK moments, celebrity pop stars, anything! I think as I wrote this (I just wrote whatever popped in my head at the moment) have found some sort of direction but still, I would like to add some ideas from the readers in.
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