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WARNING!: Slight scotlandxoc, FrancexScotland, there is smut. There is a stupid city int his story, bad grammar/spelling, USUK, PruCan, Uk Bro's, 2p characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.

"If you please, dance more and more
Kalinka? Malinka?
Just play the chord
What should I do about such feelings?
Can't you tell me? Just a little?"

Chapter Seven: Let's Loose The Clothing

Alistair grumbled unhappily as he stood in the back room watching his siblings be measured on this podium thing by this MAN. He was not amused by this at all. Seamus was bawling by the time Francis was done. Alfred was holding a slightly shaken Arthur. Jana and Dylan sat together on a couch. Jana held Seamus close as he got off the stand and soothingly rubbed his back.

The Frenchman, who simply made his blood boil, looked at him expectantly. Alistair slowly went over, looking over at his siblings, "You guys can go get ice cream or something. Here…" he pulled his wallet out and gave the money to Jana who nodded and smiled. Seamus calmed down thankfully, starting to talk a little bit as they walked out. Alistair turned back around to look at the Frenchman, his eyes narrowing as he went and stood on the podium.

The Frenchman watching him closely and took his shirt once it as off. Alistair growled when a hand was placed on his back. Francis slowly massaged his muscles and Alistair couldn't help but relax. Slowly the black wings came out, he shivered when the Frenchman began to measure him. His soft calloused hands across that area on his back just really screwed him up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath feeling his anxiety rise through the roof. He growled again when the hand went a little to close to the base of the limb.

Alistair turned around sharply with a raised fist with the full intent of beating the shit out of him. Of course this man had to be fast though, tight roots wrapped around his arms and legs. Alistair thrashed and growled angrily, trying to use his own ability to break free; his muscles wouldn't tighten up though. Alistair glared furiously at him baring his teeth angrily, but staring into his blue eyes made him freeze. His muscles seemed to melt and Francis stared back in surprise.

Alistair was freaked out; it was like he couldn't look away. His body trembled as the Frenchman stared at him curiously before patting his head. Alistair shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the man, no longer frightened by him. Francis went around and began to once again massage the muscles gently. Alistair took a deep breath.

"Honestly, I won't hurt you. You're just like your siblings," Francis said. Alistair glared at the wall but suddenly jerked when the Frenchman began caressing the thin skin around the base of his wing, "Ah, right where I assumed it'd be. These things really are a weak spot too."

"Please do not touch that area," Alistair said, cursing himself when he noted his trembling voice. He could feel the man smirk, it made him have goose bumps.

"We cher," the man said. Alistair grimaced at being call 'dear', but said nothing. He was just overly annoyed right now. Francis came back around and looked him in the eyes again. Alistair glanced, just GLANCED, before he began pulling his legs together. "I believe we are done," then Alistair was placed down and released from the binds.

He simply chuckled as Alistair sank to the floor. Alistair blushed wildly, god he was acting so out of character; time to get your shits back together. He glared at the Frenchman who turned around and wrote things down. Alistair growled, standing up slowly and going up behind him. He looked at the paper he was writing on. Francis ripped off a piece and handed it to him.

"Your number?" Alistair said, he felt drunk.

"Yeah, you have some interesting eyes. I'd like to see them, and you again-"

Alistair slammed the note on the table and tackled the Frenchman in a wild rage. Kissing him; just getting angrier by the second, despite the attempts to calm himself. Francis quickly answered back b wrapping vines around Alistair. The scot glowered at him, but the Frenchmen only laughed. Alistair jerked at the vines but nothing seemed to work to get loose. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight on him, damn who knew he liked being tied up. He certainly didn't know.

Francis disappeared behind him and traced his hand down Alistair's back. The scot growled as he massaged him, the touch was to masterful; like he'd been working with his hands all of his life. Alistair let out a deep groan when the Frenchman's hand traced over the bulge in his pants. He then felt his body sinking further to the ground, and he trembled. He would never admit that though. Alistair rocked his hips forward against the hand, only to snap his head around and glare when the Frenchman removed his hand. His eyes were dark and burning in a way that meant he'd willing kill him. Francis laughed.

"You are quite eager…" Francis whispered darkly, making Alistair's skin twitch. He felt Francis pull his pants down, and Alistair sighed in relief feeling less restricted by the jeans. Francis laughed then leaned down and placed kisses on the sensitive skin on Alistair's back.

He jumped and shook as the soft warmth touched his back. Alistair groaned and sunk much further onto the ground. His wings trembled as long worked fingers combed through them. He whimpered and hid his face in his arms. This was embarrassing.

Alistair's head flung up when he felt a something wet enter him. He clenched up, suddenly very unsure of this situation. Francis shushed him, massaging his back. He flushed deeper, if that was possible. Francis kissed his back and hummed happily. Chuckling at the soft mewls that came out of Alistair right now. It was a sharp contrast to the angry growls he'd worked with at first. It excited the Frenchman though, because every time he found a good spot the scot would growl and jerk unhappily.

"So sweet," Francis clicked, thrusting his fingers back into the scot. Alistair's head flung up and he gave a guttural growl, but it was more of a groan. Francis smiled, pulling his fingers out and wiping them off.

"Wha…t?" Alistair questioned, looking back at the other man angrily for stopping his menstruations. He'd been so close too.

"Don't worry cher!" he said happily unbuttoning how own pants. Alistair flung his head away from him, growling.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed pulling weakly at the vines. He stiffened suddenly as he felt Francis slide into him. He winces and basically slammed his head on the floor, it was a bit too fast. "Slow the fuck down yeh wanka!" Francis didn't answer him back but did allow him to adjust. Alistair glared behind, hesitantly pushing backwards onto him when he felt he was ok. Francis smiled and rolled his hips.

Alistair groaned, hearing a banging on the door, he ignored it. He supposed Francis did too, because the thrusting didn't stop at all. This was kind of annoying because it did the exact opposite, he sped up the pace. Alistair KNEW he was a whimpering mess right now, and KNEW he was being completely ridiculous. He'd be sure to make Francis keep this quiet. He hardly knew the man, but already knew if he tried hard enough he'd keep his mouth shut. He stared behind him at the man hesitantly. He gulped seeing he'd taken the glasses he'd had on off. The color, Alistair groaned loudly and tried to catch his breath.

"W-wait!" he cried out suddenly. Francis stopped and looked at him, confused. "Turn me over… please…" Francis nodded and let the vines retreat to allow Alistair to turn around. He took deep breaths of air and held Francis' face. Francis smiled and petted the scots forehead before continuing his movements. "I-I'm gonna…" Francis nodded and chuckled when the scot came between them. Francis fallowed soon after. Though the banging on the door was now more apparent to them…

"Nooooooooo," Seamus whined as Jana and Dylan struggled to get him inside of the shop. He'd been excited to come back at first, now Arthur didn't understand why he wouldn't get in. Alfred sighed, getting frustrated with the teen before going over and picking him up as if it was nothing and flopping him down onto a couch. The teen began to fidget wildly, hugging a pillow close to his chest.

Arthur sighed and walked over to the back room door and tried to open it. He furrowed and yanked on the door. When that did nothing he banged on the door, when he got no answer he went back over to Seamus, who suddenly stood up and went outside. He didn't run away but he stood there. Dylan went out and checked on him, then when he had been answered came back in to bang on the door. Jana eventually joined him and Arthur went over too. Alfred was watching Seamus carefully.

"What'd he say?" Jana asked.

"They are doing the nasty." Dylan said, smirking. Jana scoffed and Arthur wrinkled his nose up.

"That's disgusting." He said.

"No it's typical. We should have expected this Arthur! It's a Frenchman and this is Alistair!" Jana said. "Remember the time me and Alistair went to boarding school in France? Oh goodness he started so many fights only to end up shagging them later on." Again Arthur shook his head wildly.

"Ew, I did not need to know my brother was a tramp ok."

"Oh please you already knew he liked having a full bed."

"Yeah Arthur," Dylan retorted shaking his head.

"Noelle really beats the shit out of him though if he plans to go out and find a hooker." Jana said smiling happily.

"She really hate it when we do things that bring us down to a lower level." Dylan sighed, "Like she stopped me from looking at porn…"

"EW DYLAN!" Jana squealed and cringed.

Arthur and his siblings stepped back from the door when a yelling from inside could be heard. When it finally opened Alistair came out with a rather nice looking jacket with buttons going down the back. He wore black skinny jeans and boots along with a white button up shirt. The jacket was a dark blue with grey fur. He smiled cheekily at his siblings before quickly going and sitting down. Dylan looked into the room to find it spotless, he looked at his siblings and they sighed. Francis exited the room with many bags of clothing. He placed a bag beside Alistair, who looked away from him instantly. Francis smirked but didn't do anything.

"Here you all go. I altered some of the clothing I already had in storage that were your sizes. They should be more comfortable for you." Francis said handing bags to their respective individual. "The outfit on the top is for right now. The changing rooms are over there." The four other siblings disappeared around the corner.

Alfred walked over to Francis, a frown on his face. Francis frowned, looking at the American curiously. Alfred sighed and shook his head, he looked quite troubled. Francis reminded himself that he hadn't been that loud, which meant something was really on his mind. Alfred was always talkative and happy, so it was odd to see a frown on his face. It didn't suit his face at all.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

"I don't know…" Alfred said with a sigh. "Look when Arthur comes out tell him I went home. I need to take a walk."

Something was here, in the city. It made Alfred's skin crawl and he hated it. His alarms weren't signaling it, meaning it wasn't causing any harm at this point in time. He hated this because he could FEEL something in the city. It was like a parasite was making its home under his skin, it bothered him. He felt like his home was being infested with some kind of scum who were gleefully dancing around the citizens.

Alfred suddenly stopped, feeling the air turn cold. He looked up and infront of him was his brother, only this wasn't his brother. The man was standing a few feet away with a red coat on, his eyes hard and strong; nothing like Matts. Alfred raised a brow at him, and the stranger began to walk over. He glanced around silently before looking at Alfred once more.

"My name, or what I was called is Mikey… You are… a sibling of my counterpart. Matthew Williams."

"How… do you know his name?" Alfred asked, narrowing his eye.

"Well if you think about it… I am him…" Mikey said, staring blankly at him. Alfred sighed and nodded a bit.

"True… What do you want?"

"I want to go with you… to meet myself. The others like me are assholes and they disturb me. I'd rather not be eaten by them either. They seem to have a taste for blood even though they have never tried it. I don't wish to be like that."

"You sound like you don't talk much." Alfred said crossing his arms.

"I don't." Mikey said simply, "So do you agree?"

"Well I certainly cannot just take you to where we live… not until you prove yourself to be a good guy… From what I've heard…" Mikey was silent for a moment. He looked across the road as if trying to find something but there was nothing at the moment. He looked deep in thought.

"Your brother likes to not stand out much. Me being his opposite I like to be the black sheep of the group I was born into. There for, rather than being evil I want to be good."

Alfred stared at his brother's counterpart and let out a very deep sigh. He nodded and walked past the tall man, waving his hand for him to fallow.

"Loud and clear, 524
Freud? Keloid?
Just hit the key
Everything, all's to be laughed at
Hurry, and dance no longer!"

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