AHHHH please don't kill me! It took me forever to get this up for you all! I will try to be faster with my updates but I had a bit of writers block on this chapter so I hope it came out ok and not to choppy seeing as I picked it up and put it down and picked it up again like fifty time! Aaany way please read review and I will do my best to get a new chapter up soon if you all like it!

Conquer France

Alfred still had no idea what event it was that he had forgotten about but 'lord in heaven he was sure never going to forget it again' He though watching Arthur clean up his stomach as Matthew placed, at first, chaste kisses against the nap of his neck though they were slowly becoming less sweet and more hungry.

The blond felt like he was floating on thin air. Almost as if he was halfway in a dream. Arthurs moan cut through his haze though and brought him back to reality. He blinked his eyes rapidly not realizing he had even shut them as he looked down at Arthur.

The British man had his back arched, ass high, as France had forced two chocolate covered fingers into the smaller man and was giving him little time to do anything else but moan.

Alfred heard Matthew make a soft sound behind him. Almost like a whimper. Then he felt his twin's body go tense as France got ready to sheath himself in the Englishmen. The Canadian didn't want his lover fucking Arthur, Alfred realized just he himself felt a pang of jealousy watching HIS lover be prepared. Alfred opened his mouth to voice his discomfort when suddenly Arthur snarled pushing upright and flipping Francis onto his back. "That, you French Bastard, is not for you."

Francis laughed at that holding his hands up in mock defeat. "It was a rumor going round that you truly do only let your American lover have you now. I guess I can safely say that is true, non?" Alfred couldn't help but smile a little at the comment and the fact that Matthew relaxed against him again.

"Mock me again and you will find yourself promptly thrown out on your naked ass." Arthur replied. "And wipe that damn smile off your face prat it has nothing to do with you." He hissed over his shoulder at Alfred, though he was blushing like mad.

"Aww Iggy. I knew you loved me." Alfred teased smiling wider looking at the other man over the top of his glasses that had slid down his nose.

"You-" Arthur started before Francis bucked his hips rubbing their erections together effectively shutting the smaller nation up.

"All you do is argue, and deny, and fight mon cher." The Frenchmen purred turning Arthur's face to look back at him. "Sometimes you must just let it go and allow him to know you love him."

"S-says the naked man below me." Arthur shot back making France laugh again before leaning up and kissing him chastely. "It's not the situation that matters. It's the message you're trying to get across that is important." Another kiss placed just behind Britons ear, France's words were soft, spoken as if the two of them were real lovers. "He knows you love him even though you do not ever say it."

"Belt up frog." Arthur hisses pushing him down flat on the floor blushing even redder. "You're here for my entertainment not for some lesson in love."

"One in the same I think mon petit cochon." (Literal translation my little pig. But is meant to mean more along the lines of little naughty pervert so I am told.)

Arthur rolled his eyes and forced two fingers unceremoniously into the lewd Frenchmen making him groan, though it didn't keep him from smiling.

Strangely enough Alfred found himself comfortable with Arthur taking the lead instead of France. He rolled around snuggling in close again and kissing under his twins chin and down his neck. "You ok?" he asked softly as he listened to Francis make exaggerated pleasured noises, as he was prone to do just to tease Arthur. "I'm fine…I…like this better." Matthew whispered back wrapping arms around Alfred's waist holding him close to hide his blush though the American could feel the warmth radiating off the other blond. "Don't be embarrassed. I like it better too." Alfred said back kissing a collarbone. "It's like…they can be theirs that way, but they are still ours the other way."

Matthew laughed a little. "That hardly makes any sense."

"It makes perfect sense!" Alfred protested pulling back so he could see eye to eye with the bilingual man. "Like ok…I am the only one who gets to make love to Arthur just as you're the only one Francis gets to make love to right." He said and Matthew nodded slowly. "Well with that rule in effect the only way they can be together is if Arthur fucks Francis. It's the only way we all keep our positions see!" He said pleased with his logic.

"You are insane." Matthew teased. "How can you be arguing logic about having foursome sex?"America opened his mouth to answer but duel moans drew his attention back to the older nations.

Arthur was fully sheathed inside Frances and the flamboyant man had his head thrown back body arched and shuttering with need. "A-arthur! Move! je vous en prie!" (I beg of you!)

England was panting a little but had a smile on his face that Alfred hadn't seen since he was just a colony. Dangerous. Daring. Antoni would probably cry if he saw it. It sent a shiver down America's spine and he made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded something like a whimper though he would never admit it. His lover looked down right hot.

"Why should I frog?" Arthur asked his voice almost a growl as he squeezed Francis dick in his hand. "You do nothing but tease me and cause me trouble. Why should I do anything you ask?"

"Ahhh. Mon dieu Arthur! I have not teased you that badly." The Frenchman whined bucking his hips trying to get Arthur to move.

"Canada, dear. Come here." Arthur called over his shoulder. The golden haired man hesitated unsure if he should help the Englishmen tease his lover or not. Sharp green eyes met purple and Matthew shivered in anticipation gripping tighter to Alfred as he normal would do to Kumajiro. "Don't keep me waiting boy. You can bring along your southern half if it will get you moving faster child." Matthew flushed at that releasing Alfred and crawling towards Arthur, his twin following not wanting to be left out. Arthur looked down at the two of them and Alfred again had the feeling of being a colony. Those beautiful green eyes took in Alfred and Matthews forms, blatantly judging them. The brit tisked displeased. "You boys are a mess."

"Sorry Arthur." They chorused out of old habit. Alfred smiled mischievously though and slid up close to his northern counterpart, licking a long line up the side of his face, his hands sliding down suggestively low on the Canadians hips making Matthew gasp and Francis moan at the sight.

"Want me to clean up before we help you play Arthur?" Baby blues met green and Alfred smiled at the hungry look he was getting.

"It would please me." Arthur finally managed to say. "Both of you get to work."

Alfred grinned and promptly set to work running his tongue over Matthew's smooth shoulder. The Canadian arched his back and mewled as Alfred made quick work of his spine before turning him around and lapping at his chest sucking on a nipple. That spark of pleasure seemed to jolt the golden haired man out of his stupor and he pulled Alfred away from him and attached his neck, cleaning away chocolate and leaving love bites.

The two nations licked and bite at each other until most of the chocolate was gone and they were so wrapped up in one another they almost forgot about Arthur and Francis again until the Frenchman made a whining noise.

Arthur had the taller man's hands pinned to keep him from rubbing at his erection as Arthur thrust shallowly to tease him. "If you are done with each other please feel free to join me."

"Yes Arthur." They said in unison a little breathless and hands still roaming across one another's bodies before the abandoned each other in favor of the pinned down Frenchman. Alfred went straight for his taunt stomach, making Arthur release the Frenchman so he could have more room. He ran his tongue over Frances body with long licks enjoying the way the muscle's twitched under him.

Matthew on the other hand kissed his lover on the lips. "Je suis désolée papa." (I'm sorry daddy.) Matthew whispered against his parent country's mouths. "Vous regardez trop délicieux pour le laisser passer." (You just look too delicious to pass up)

"Il n'y a rien à pardonner Mathieu." (There is nothing to forgive Matthew.) Francis chuckled leaning up to give Matthew another kiss before moaning as Alfred enveloped his cock. Matthew pouted as Francis's attention was taken from him so he crawled down lower and licked at the base of the penis, making Arthur laugh breathlessly. "Your lover is needy for attention Francis. Do you not take care of him properly?"

"Ferme ta bouche!" (Shut your mouth) Francis snapped before he moaned at the sight of Alfred and Matthew each licking like kittens at his dick, their tongues twining together and their lips meeting in mock kisses. His shaft separating them from a true connection though it hardly stopped them from trying.

Arthur decided he had teased the Frenchman long enough and became firm and sure with his thrusts knowing right where to aim to hit the taller man's prostate dead on. "A-AH Angleterre! More! Mon Dieu! plus s'il vous plait!" (England! My God. More please) France begged arching his back and thrusting his hips to get more as he asked. Alfred placed a hand on Francis hip to still him as Arthur hooked French legs over his shoulders to penetrate him deeper. Canada abandoned Francis dick leaving Alfred to take care of it while he sucked on Francis's nipples. He rolled one of the nubs between his fingers while he flicked his tongue over the other loving the way it hardened in his mouth before gently grazing his teeth over it. "M-Mathieu!" the older nation hissed a hand going over his face as if he could hide himself from the sensory overload he was getting. "Merde! I am close!" (Damn it) Matthew could hear Alfred sucking noisily at Francis cock and knew just what would push him over the edge.

Hands slipped up into Francis's hair, gently massaging his scalp and tugging playfully as his arm was slowly eased from his face though he kept his eyes shut. "Open your eyes s'il vous plait papa." Matthew whispered placing and open mouthed kiss against his throat. "Or you will miss the way your seed…" he paused to nip at his lovers earlobe enjoying the way the Frenchman shivered and breathed out soft moans. "looks across mon jumeau face." (My twins)

France's sharp blue eyes shot open as his orgasm rocked through his body. All his muscles tightened making his nails scratch at the tiled floor and his heels dig into Arthur's shoulders. But none of that even registered as he met England's evil grin and watched the British man slip a hand into Alfred's hair and pull the American back off the cock he had been so eagerly sucking at, so France's essence covered the youngers face. Francis could hear Matthew's soft, half hidden chuckles in his ear as Alfred blinked looking rather confused as to what had just happened and Arthur thrust twice more inside him before he finished as well.

Arthur panted softly catching his breath before pulling Alfred up towards him. "Poor brat, come here." Arthur teased licking at the cum across his face as the American continued to pout. "Arty what was that for?" he whined as his glasses were pulled from his face so Arthur could clean him up.

"For being a naughty boy and not even remembering what we are celebrating, love." Arthur replied back giving his cheek a kiss before slipping the glasses onto his own face and pulling out of Francis, choosing to lie down next to Matthew who was snuggled closely against the French country looking rather amused at Alfred.

America sat still for a moment looking down at the three happily tangled up on the floor. They were close enough for him to see clearly even without his glasses and he took a moment to just take them all in. Trying to save the image in his memory forever.

Suddenly Alfred got a better idea so he stood up and headed down the hall. "Hey? Where the bloody hell are you going?" Arthur called after him.

"To get the camera. If I take a picture you can't ever tell me this didn't happen later when you're embarrassed about it." America called back grinning when he heard Arthur start cursing, Francis ask if they could tape it next time, and Matthew laughing.

Ah the beautiful sounds of love. If he was lucky he could temp the three of them upstairs for a shower. Arthur always looked fantastic soaking wet and it would give him a chance to finally try out those suction handcuffs he bought and had been saving for a special occasion. Now who to lock up was the question. Arthur or Matthew? A debacle indeed.

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