AN: Wowzies I truly love you all.

Wow how long has it been since I wrote a FranAda paragraph! Chapter six was the last one…wow almost ten chapters ago. Oh well here's their wedding.

Warning: Smut, lemon,

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 15: Paris is indeed splendid

PA~RA~RI PA~RI PA~RI~PARI~

Minogasuna~ migihida~ri~

PA-RA-PA-PARA PAARI PA-PARI PARI-PA-PAREIDO

PA-RA-PA-PARA PAARI-PA-PARI PARI PA-PA-RARERU

WAIN koborenai youni kankou annai

Otto ashi moto ni chuui Rippa yappa PARI

Awai iro no DORESU suteki sa atsui munaitamo suteki

sa katsute wa te no hirani YOUROPPA nigirishimeteitano sa

Canada whimpered as France's lips moved down his body his facial hair tickling his skin sensually "F-Francis." He whispered. France licked his navel making him whimper softly. "Francis…" he whimpered running his fingers through the long golden strands. Canada froze as he heard a soft call from the other room.

"Papa!" France lifted his head.

"Was zat our sweet baby?" He asked.

"I-I think so." Canada nodded sitting up, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Then that was his first word." He said in awe.

France nodded "Oui." He stood up seeing as how he was the only one half decent. He was in his jeans whereas poor Canada didn't even have them! All he had on was an opened shirt. Canada pulled his shirt around him shyly. "Mon cherie zere is no need to 'ide zat lovely body of yours." France smiled. Canada blushed deeper and shook his head before looking away.

France laughed as he walked down the hallway to see what was wrong with his baby. "Papa." Aurelian cried out, he looked up his eyes full of wonder as his Father reached down to pull him out of his crib.

"What's wrong my clever little babee. You said your first word oui? So clever." He cooed. He jiggled him happily, he would have loved to say something to England but the punkish delinquent had already phoned bragging about his babies and their successes. "You interrupted me and Mama's good times."

Aurelian held onto his Father's hand, he looked around excitedly "Papa!" he chirruped pointing up to his mobile.

"Hmm? Oh I see! Do you want Papa to turn it on?" France reached up and turned on the mobile which had polar bears and birds on. They tinkled a cute tune as they spun around. "Is that better ma belle?" He asked. Aurelian gazed at his Father happily. "Now is zat all? Mama and Papa have important things to do." He placed his son back in his crib before walking off into his room but Canada was not lying on his bed awaiting him like he hoped. "Mathieu? Where are you my petit fleur?"

Humming in curiosity he looked under the bed, then the covers "Zut alors did he vanish again? Can I no longer see him?" He closed his eyes muttering "Canada" under his breath and opened his eyes again. Still nothing. "No!" He fell to his knees in dramatic despair "Mon Cherie! Sweet little Canada come back! Why can I no longer see you?"

"Francis?" Canada popped his head out of the bathroom doorway "What's wrong?"

"Ah…err…bonjour my petit fleur…" France laughed sheepishly "I thought you had vanished."

Canada giggled "No silly I was in the bathroom."

"Oh sorry." France leaped up "Did you take a shower? But my sweet we 'aven't made ze glorious love yet."

"W-well th-that can wait right?" Canada stuttered nervously but France pulled him to his body.

"Per'aps but you are too sexee." France smirked.

"O-oh…" Canada looked away shyly. "W-well I um…I w-wanted to sh-shower because erm…En-England and Alfie will be here soon."

"Angleterre and L'Amerique?" France looked thoughtful "Zen zat is wonderful news Mon Cherie!" He spun him around in a joyous circle "Our sweet Aurelian loves playing with Avery."

"I-I guess…" Canada mumbled somehow whenever those two were together it reminded him of their parents France and England, Aurelian would grope him and Avery would kick and scream at him. He couldn't help wondering whether if they were like that. Tobias however, much like America, would sit by and laugh cheerfully.

France let go of his shy lover "Zen come my sweet we must make sure ze 'ouse is in ship shape form for when ze ozzers get 'ere!"

"Y-yes." Canada nodded. "Um…Francis…th-they're not the only ones…I-it's going to be a…um…kind of a world meeting. But here."

"Eet is? But why wasn't I informed?" France asked blinking a little.

"I'm sorry I suggested it…I-I forgot to tell you." Canada stuttered.

"It's okay Mon Cherie. You silly theeng forgetting to tell moi." France laughed running his hand through Canada's hair. Canada smiled happily; he rested his head against the shorter man's shoulder.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"Oui I know." France purred.

Canada blushed "I-I better go clean."

France nodded "Come then Mon Cherie." He held his hand and took him downstairs to start the cleaning while Aurelian was playing upstairs with his soft polar bear teddy.

Kumajiro had a small cub the same age as Aurelian and the two got on very well, the cub padded in the room making soft noises trying to alert the baby of its arrival. Aurelian stood up holding onto the crib bars. He squealed at the sight of his beloved pet. The cub's name was Vancouver named after Canada's most popular place where the Winter Olympics was held. Aurelian reached out for Vancouver squealing happily. Vancouver gave off a content noise as he ran up to the crib. Aurelian squealed happily as the bear stretched up on its hind legs to try and climb up. Kumajiro noticed and came bounding up to the distressed cub and baby. She placed her snout under the cub's backside to flip it up into the crib with the giggling baby.

Aurelian squealed excitedly and clutched the bear to his chest. Vancouver squeaked in answer and licked his fat cheek in excitement. Aurelian giggled nuzzling into the cub's soft fur. Kumajiro went downstairs leaving the two alone, they seemed fine. She watched her owner rush around with the vacuum cleaner he was trying to avoid the horny French man who kept grabbing his hips and muttering huskily about how sexy he was when he was flustered. Kumajiro sat back wishing she could remember the name of her Master, she knew it began with a "C" but she was unaware of how it ended. She pulled on his pant leg; he looked down smiling "Oh hello Mr Kumachichi!"

"Who are you?"

Canada whined "I'm CANADA!"

"Who?" Kumajiro tilted her head.

France swooped in "Why 'e iz za sexiest country zat 'as ever been created!"

Canada blushed "Y-you're just saying that because you want s-sex."

"Oui I do." France admitted "But I am also telling ze truth."

"Oh…" Canada looked away blushing deeper "Y-you are such a flirt…" he mumbled.

France laughed "Honhonhon but you know you like it oui?"

"Oui." Canada stepped back trying to escape the French man's lusty gaze. "F-Francis there is no way we can have sex yet…I-I mean the others will be here soon an-and-"

The doorbell rang saving the helpless Canadian from a severe molesting he dashed to the door hurriedly throwing it open he was met with a grinning American and angry Brit who was yelling at Sealand. "No! You are not to join in. You are far too young to make grown up decisions!"

"But Muuuuuummyeeee!" Sealand whined.

"No! And that's final!"

"Hahahaha! Hey bro can we come in?" America laughed.

"S-sure." Canada moved out the way for his brother and his family to come through followed closely by Latvia who nodded shyly in greeting. The boy had become even more nervous since Russia had tried to take hold of him again.

Just as soon as he closed the door there were a few more than eager knocks, opening it he was met with an excited looking Italian and a strangely ill and worn out looking German. A usual grumpy South Italian and a cheerful dim looking Spaniard. "Hola!" Spain said happily "Look! We brought our sweet children!" He held out his baby who was fast asleep mumbling 'bastard' "Ahaha so much like his Madre." He laughed nervously as Canada looked at him in shock.

"Ciao! Ciao!" Italy chirruped grabbing his hands "Can we come in Mr America?"

"Err…I-it's Can-"

"It's Canada Feli." Germany said quietly.

"Huh?" Italy opened his eyes blinking a little "Oh si si it is!" He laughed happily before dancing in.

"I'm sorry." Germany apologised as he followed his cute fiancé down the hall. Romano went in mumbling and cursing as he looked around the House in disgust, he commented on it smelling of French people and perverseness.

"Huh? Really Lovi? I can't smell anything!" Spain started sniffing the air like a Meerkat sensing for danger.

"Idiot." Romano sighed; he grabbed his ear and pulled him into the conference room.

Canada jumped in fright as his door was kicked in roughly followed by a loud recognisable obnoxious laugh "Gilbert! Don't do zat! Have some respect!" Austria scolded. But a loud excited screech followed soon after.

"But Gilbertra likes it!" Prussia cackled.

"I don't care! It's France's door und he'll kill you if he sees zat!"

"Naw he won't! He loves me!" Prussia grinned finally noticing Canada "Hey!"

"H-hello." Canada blushed. "Mr Austria's right Francis won't like you kicking his door. H-he paid a lot for that door I-it's over three hundred years-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." Prussia waved it off "Come on Roddy let's go spank that son of a bitch!" He cackled running off.

"Spank zat vhat?" Austria yelped.

Canada giggled "Go on through Mr Austria."

"Danke Canada." Austria smiled.

XxX

Soon enough all of the other Nations were inside France's large hall room that he held for World Meetings Canada was sitting there patiently just observing and listening. There really wasn't much about work going on it was mainly parents cooing over the babies and Seychelles trying to stop Russia from trying to make them become one with him. And of course Belarus who was glaring at the pretty Southern Island for touching and talking to her precious Big Brother. Despite Prussia's previous yell he hadn't spanked France not that the perverted blond would have minded.

America was as usual at the front of the table taking command while England was rubbing something sticky off of Avery's jumper. "Okay dudes we have to think of important stuff to do with our cute kids here! First of all! Where the Hell are they gonna go for school?"

Germany nodded "That's a very good point."

"Well I think China should teach them Math!" America said grinning.

China looked at him "Why?"

"Because you're Asian dude!" America laughed.

"That's racist! You think because I'm Chinese I'm good at Math-aru!" China yelled.

"Hell yeah!" America laughed.

"Not all Chinese are good at Math-aru! That is racist and why I don't talk to you!" China scowled.

"Well…can you do Math?" America asked.

"What's with this entire 'Math' bollocks? It's Maths or Mathematics." England scolded.

"Well can ya?" America insisted ignoring his love's correction.

"Well…" China looked away "Shi…but that's not beside the point-aru!" he snapped.

"So you can teach them Math?"

"I suppose." China mumbled.

"Awesome." America grinned.

"Well I think we have far more important matters to discuss right now." England said.

"Yeah? What are they Babe?" America asked curious.

"D-don't call me that in public!" England blushed. "Um…C-Canada and" he shot a glare at France "his wedding."

"I'm so 'appy that you care zo much for me." France said sarcastically.

England laughed harshly "I only care for Canada you stupid frog! After all I took him from you many years ago! You're lucky you got him back!"

France stood up angrily "'Ow dare you! You stole my sweet Canadian and-"

"He used to call you "Papa" it's sick!" England yelled back.

"Tell me L'Amerique how does it feel to take your Mama to bed every night?" France smirked.

"Bastard I'll kill you!" England leaped onto the table.

"Iggy! Calm down!" America grabbed him around the waist yanking him off the table.

"Let me go! I'll skin the bastard alive with my bare hands!" He screamed thrashing about in America's arms.

"IGGY!"

"I'm NOT your Mother! I'm NOT!"

"I know! Calm down!" America smiled at the others "I'll be back in a few." He threw the screaming man over his shoulder and left the room.

"Right on that bombshell let's continue shall we?" Germany said. "England is right we have to think about vhat we're going to do about France and Canada's wedding."

Italy 've'ed' happily "Oh! I know! Let's put him in a dress! Like Japan wore! He would look so cute~"

Spain laughed "Si! Boys always look cute in dresses!"

Romano scowled "No. You're not going to put Marcus in one."

Spain pouted "I wasn't going to…"

"Liar." Romano snorted.

"A-a dress?" Canada stuttered.

"Ah oui! I would love to see my sweetie in a dress!" France leered "'E would look truly beautiful!"

Canada blushed as he shyly played with his shirt "R-really?"

"Mais Oui!" France nodded eagerly.

"Ve~ you could wear a big poofy dress! A cute princess one! With ruffles and other stuff!" Italy chuntered on happily.

"Feli look at me." Germany cupped his face turning it to his "Shush let them decide."

"But-"

"Nein. It's their wedding sveetheart." He interrupted.

Italy nodded "I know…sorry…" he mumbled "I love weddings and they excite me."

"I know und it's cute." Germany murmured.

"Ve~" Italy cooed happily.

Canada felt a tugging on his shirt, looking down he saw Avery looking around "Mama?"

"He's gone with Daddy to calm down." Canada answered. He jumped as he heard a banging from outside the door.

"Did one of them hit the other?" Prussia asked.

Spain stood up "I'll go see."

"Antonio don't." Romano said a look of worry on his face "You'll get hurt. An-and don't leave me alone with the baby bastard!"

"Shush sweetie I'll be fine." Spain opened the door and peered out curiously shouts and sobs came from outside.

"I will not stand by and let him say that!"

"I know! Honey look at me! No! LOOK at me!"

"What?"

"I love you, I know you're not my mother…you're not. You're our sweet children's Mother. Avery, Tobias, Peter even Raivas for fuck's sake! Don't let him get to you."

There was silence then a mumbled reply "I won't…I love you."

"I love you too Babe now come on let's go back in."

Spain scurried back to his seat "Awww how cute~" he cooed softly.

Romano tutted hitching Marcus back onto his lap higher.

Canada gasped as he felt his legs become ripped apart, looking down he saw a happy face grinning up at him. "Oh Tobias!" The baby looked at him happily; he tugged on his pant leg trying to get up on his lap. Canada scooped him up and plopped him on his lap "You're a little heavy." He laughed nervously.

Tobias squealed excitedly, Avery crawled off around the table to the only other person he knew who looked like his Mother in hair and eye colour and that was Liechtenstein. "Oh Hello there." She giggled picking him up. Avery nuzzled himself into her soft small breasts. She giggled and caught Switzerland's eye he hurriedly looked away blushing. She smiled brushing a sunshine lock out of Avery's eyes. Switzerland sighed sadly she looked so perfect with a baby he couldn't help but want to give her that.

"Mama?" Avery asked looking around.

"I'm sure she'll-I-I mean he'll be back soon." Liechtenstein said.

Soon enough England entered the room in a very dignified manner and a gentlemanly way "I'm very sorry about that Canada."

"O-oh it's alright." Canada waved it off smiling kindly.

America came in straight after, he looked around "Dude where are the kids?"

Canada pointed to his lap "I have one here."

"Oh! And here's another!" Liechtenstein said waving Avery's arm.

England smiled "Why Liechtenstein don't you look lovely with a baby."

"You think so? Big Brother do I?" She asked Switzerland.

"D-don't ask such things." Switzerland stuttered blushing deeply.

England smiled fondly until a loud pop made him shoot Sealand a disapproving look. He looked back at him pink sticky bubble-gum around his face. "And where did you get that gum?"

"Daddy." He said pulling it off his face and putting it back in his mouth.

"Alfred!"

"What? It keeps him entertained!" America protested. "Tobias too see."

Sealand blew another; Tobias' eyes were huge in rapt admiration as he watched his brother. He squealed loudly and giggled when it popped.

XxX

The day of Canada's wedding finally drew near. He looked nervous as America helped sort his suit out. "Um…h-how did you get England to be Francis' best man again?"

America laughed "It took a hell of a lot of persuading. France was on his knees pleading to Iggy who sat there in his chair, one leg crossed over the other like the gorgeous queen he is. His arms folded and his usual scowl…" He looked in total ecstasy as he remembered the day "And well I begged him too. Of course promising to let him top me for a whole week helped too."

"And it explains your limp." Canada giggled.

"Well you have to take advantage of a promise like that." America frowned.

"I guess so." Canada giggled again.

England stood by scowling at the French Man preening himself in front of the mirror. "You know I only agreed to this because America promised me I could top right?"

"Oui and I wouldn't expect any less Angleterre." France said waving his hand.

"I hate you." England scowled deeper.

"And when 'ave you ever liked me." France said snippily "Even when you were a small petit theeng you never liked me."

"That's because you never gave me reason to." England snorted "If you weren't such an insufferable arse we might have been friends."

"Per'aps lovers." France smirked.

"Ha! In someone else's dreams! That will never happen!" England said throwing his head back in derision.

France laughed "Oh but Angleterre you cannot resist moi."

"I think you'll find I can." England said folding his arms tighter. "There is only one man who I love and that is-"

"Yes, yes we all know you're pig 'eaded and arrogant but please do not tell me zat ze only man you love iz yourself." France frowned.

"Don't be a pillock! I was going to say America you complete arse!" England spat. "See? That's what I hate about you bloody French! You think you know everything! Just because you are so called 'Masters of L'amore'" he mimicked in a French accent "you think you automatically know how to please everyone and that you know what they're like! Well I have news for you tosser you don't! Only America knows me! Only America can please me and I wouldn't change him for the world! I would sooner die than live without him! And fucking hell why hasn't he asked me to marry him yet?" he burst into tears.

France's eyebrows rose in surprise even though he saw it coming on the line "Only America knows me" he had started to get teary eyed. "Petit Angleterre don't cry." He said soothingly "'E loves you any fool can see it. 'E will ask you soon I promise."

"Oh shut up!" England sniffed drying his eyes "And don't bloody look at me!"

France rolled his eyes "I've seen you cry before. Remember? You seeked comfort from moi when L'Amerique left you."

"You make it sound like we had sex." England scowled.

"We did 'ave sex." France smirked.

"Oh piss off!" England said huffily "That was once…okay twice MAYBE three times! But never again! Never! I love America now!"

"You never loved me." France laughed "Or ze other men you slept with. Hmm…Spain, Prussia, Austria, who else I wonder?" He said thoughtfully.

"Japan." England mumbled "But anyway! I topped you all!"

"Oui." France grinned "Except Spain."

England paled slightly "H-he was The Spanish Kingdom then so he was much more dangerous!"

"Oui he took your-"

"ANYway shall we continue with trying to make you look suitable." England interrupted "Well at least as handsome as you can possibly get." He said scoffing.

"Well from you I'll 'ave to take zat as a compliment." France said huffily.

"Yes you better bloody had." England scowled.

America grinned happily "Dude you look amazing."

Canada was wearing a pale pink suit with a darker pink tie. He smoothed down his waistcoat nervously "Are you sure I look okay? Even in pink?"

"Yeah dude pink suits you!" He grinned.

Canada giggled "Okay then." He looked in the mirror again quickly smoothing down his hair before leaving the room. America took his hand and walked him into the large beautiful chapel that had Spain standing behind the Alter a large smile on his face. Canada gulped squeezing his brother's hand "C-can they see me?"

"Yeah…why wouldn't they?" America asked raising an eyebrow.

Aurelian got gently nudged into the Aisle he stood up slowly and started to toddle down the aisle before stumbling back onto his bottom again. Whining he scrabbled back to his feet sheer concentration on his face. France gripped England's hand tightly as he watched his baby, England scowled and tried to pull out of his grip making America smile. Canada gasped as his baby stood up shakily and started to take a few first steps down to his Father, he gripped America's arm in happiness "Alfred…" he whispered.

"Wow dude! He can walk!" America laughed.

"Papa!" The infant chirruped as he made his way down to his Father. Spain laughed happily and swooped up the little baby in pink.

"Oh! Look at you! I bet your Padre is so proud!" He cheered spinning the baby in circles making him giggle.

France smiled as the Bridal music started playing "It's your cue." America whispered. France was wearing a pale pink suit as well that complimented his blond hair and blue eyes. Canada gulped as America walked him down the Aisle "oh God." He murmured "look at Iggy." England was wearing an ordinary black suit that made him look like a secret agent a little.

"'E looks zo 'eavenly…" France sighed gazing at his Canadien lover.

"Yes…whatever…" England blushed gazing at America in a plain dark blue suit. He looked very handsome as he gave a cocky smirk to the Brit. England looked down shyly he even forgot about the French man gripping his arm.

Canada made his way slowly towards the Aisle a pink blush covering his cheeks "Y-you look nice." He whispered.

"You look beautiful." France purred making his blush darken.

Canada giggled sweetly "Th-thank you." He gently clasped France's outstretched hand.

Spain (who had Aurelian perched on his hip) opened his book his usual oblivious smile on his face "We are gathered here today to join Mathew Francis Williams and Francis Bonnefoy…Hey Canada has your middle name Franny! "

"Oui I know and I told you not to say zat name!" Francis groaned.

Mathew blushed "M-Mr Spain…umm…"

"Si si I'm sorry." Spain cleared his throat before continuing "And Francis Bonnefoy in holy matrimony." France stroked Canada's hand gently. "If there is anyone who wishes these two to not be wed speak now or forever hold your silence." America shot England a look but he was looking at the stained glass window a faraway look in his eyes. "Okay then!" Spain continued "Francis do you take Can-Mathew to be your lawful wedded wife to love and to honour till death do you part?"

"Oui." France said softly while gazing at the sweet younger.

"And do you Mathew take Francis to be your lawful wedded husband to love and to honour, in sickness and health until death do you part?" Spain asked again.

"I do." He whispered looking down shyly.

"Then you may kiss the bride!" Spain cheered.

"S-so soon?" Canada stuttered "B-but the rings?"

"Idiot I knew you'd mess it up." Romano used his arse to knock the Spaniard out of the way. "I'll take over, fucking idiot." He muttered. He turned to the two trying to remove his scowl but gave up "Okay now as you exchange rings please recite your vows to each other." He said addressing the couple. "Bastard." He shot at the Spaniard lying on the floor with the French-Canadian infant happily sitting on his chest. "What the hell are you doing down there?"

"Language Lovi you're in the House of God." Spain said waving a finger disapprovingly.

"Just answer the question!"

"You pushed me on the floor with your gorgeous booty." Spain smiled cheerfully.

"You b-bastard." Romano stuttered.

France cleared his throat "As much as I love your adorable rants Roma but can we give our vows?"

"O-oh s-sure go ahead." Romano blushed.

"My sweet Mathieu I love you with my 'ole 'eart and I want you to forever be by my side. I 'ave loved you for a long time mon cherie." France said softly as he stroked Canada's cheek "And zere is no one in zis world who can take you away from me…again." He poked England muttering "Ring." England jerked out of his thoughts and gave him the ring. "Zo mon petit fleur may you wear zis ring 'as a token of my love." He took Canada's slender hand and slipped the ring on his third finger.

"Fran-Francis." He whispered his eyes a little teary. America rammed the ring in his hand excitedly. "Francis I…I wanted to say…I love you so much. Wh-when I would see you flirting with England all those years ago I wished so much that it was me. A-and you were the only one who could ever see or hear me. I love you. I've always loved you even when I was young. I used to act up at England's because I missed you and wanted you back but now I have you and…I-I…" Canada wiped away his tears "I love you…so much…"

"Shh my sweet." France soothed wiping away his tears.

Canada sniffed "S-so I present you with this ring a-as a token of my love." He placed the ring on France's finger.

"By the power invested in me, originally Toni, I pronounce you man and wife. Okay now you can kiss the bride." Romano said.

France pulled Canada to him; winding one arm around his waist he used his other hand to tilt his face so he could plant a breath-taking kiss to his bride's lips. Canada moaned softly his eyes fluttering closed.

XxX

Canada moaned as France laid him back on the bed, they were still locked in a passionate kiss that France had started at the doorway of their House. America took Aurelian back to his House much to Avery's disgust. France ran his hands up Canada's shirt hurriedly unbuttoning the stiff material eagerly. Canada pulled away panting "Fr-Francis…"

France kissed lower his hands sinking in between the younger's legs. Canada whimpered as his collar bone was sucked, he loved how serious the French man was during sex he uttered sweet words in French sending shivers down Canada's spine. Although a speaker of French himself there was still a foreign difference between their French. Canadian French was a little different from European French so it still sounded seductively alien to the boy.

"Mathieu…" France purred his tongue working its way down the youth's chest. He took in a nipple teasing it between his lips. Canada arched moaning loudly his hand flying to bury into the Elder's hair

"Francis…" Canada whimpered "Francis please…"

"Please what?" France smirked his other hand reaching down to rub his groin earning a few choice whimpers from the one underneath him. "Oh I see~ so you want me to touch 'ere hmm?"

"Y-yes." Canada begged. France laughed silkily as he stroked him through his pants making small whines and moans fall from his parted lips, Canada's cheeks flushed prettily as he bucked his hips upwards small wanton moans echoing around the room. Francis pulled his pants down slowly Canada moaned as he popped out of his pants easily.

"Beautiful." France whispered before taking it into his mouth making Canada arch up, saliva ran down his chin in his excitement.

"Francis!" He cried out. France took him deep down his throat enjoying the taste of his love, like his brother Canada was well endowed but he was always the bottom regardless. France moaned moving his head up and down. Canada moaned louder his fingers tightening in France's hair he felt close and he didn't want to come yet but he knew he would. Soon enough with a loud cry he came, France closed his throat so he wouldn't choke before swallowing his essence once the boy was done.

He released him with a small pop "Shall we get ze main course cooking?" he smirked.

Canada nodded blushing "Oui." He murmured raising his hips. France slid his pants off throwing them to the floor. Canada sat up "Please." He murmured gripping the front of France's shirt.

"You want to undress moi?"

"Oui." Canada murmured huskily. He lay France back "Let me repay the favour." He whispered. He kissed his throat his hands greedily unbuttoning his shirt. He nibbled his collar bone rubbing himself against France's groin making him groan. He looked up the shirt between his teeth his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You naughty theeng." France purred "You look so sexy."

"Papa…" Canada whimpered. France froze his eye half closing in a wince. "What's wrong?" Canada let go of the shirt letting it fall. "What's wrong? Y-you usually like me calling you that! Y-you usually have a look on your face…a-a sort of rape face…wh-what did I do?"

"Mon Cherie…" France sighed "it's not you it's zat word…it loses its sexiness when we 'ave a baby who calls me zat."

"Oh…" Canada looked down sadly "I'm sorreAH!"

France grinned "Now what is zat sad face for?" He smirked pushing his finger in deeper. Canada whimpered and moaned, he leaned forwards pushing his hips up so he could be penetrated better. He moaned softly as he was prepared gently by his new Husband. France smiled as his lovely bride whimpered and moaned his hands pulling on his pants. "Do you want zem off?" he purred.

"Oui…" Canada begged. France raised his hips allowing the younger to pull them off so he wouldn't have to stop his penetration. Canada moaned as the fingers sank in finding his vital spot. "Francis!" He moaned softly. France pulled his fingers out of the Canadian.

"My petit fleur I'm going to put it in now."

"O-okay." Canada whimpered. France gently eased himself into him making him moan louder. Canada moaned his back arching but his face showed pain. France stayed put noticing the pain. "M-move please." He begged. France did so obeying his bride's wishes. France pulled his lover down into a kiss as he lightly thrusted up into him; Canada moaned moving his hips up and down working his way into utmost pleasure. France flipped them over making Canada gasp a little in surprise "F-Francis? B-but I thought you liked being r-rode?"

"Oui I do but sweetie zat is for ze hard passion! I want to make sweet love." France explained to prove his point he wound his arms around Canada making him whimper as he sank in a little deeper. "Mathieu…" he murmured thrusting into his love. Canada moaned softly his arms gripping France to him tightly.

"Fas-faster." He panted.

"Oui." France went faster making the Canadian cry out. France couldn't resist he wanted to hear more cute moans so he descended on a nipple again making his love squirm and whine. Canada pleaded for more and they never went unheard as France went faster. He leaned up so he could have more leverage to thrust deep inside him. Gripping Canada's hips France thrusted in at a different angle making him jerk off the bed almost.

Canada let out a small scream "A-again!" he begged. France smirked and thrusted hard and deep into that one spot making him cry out louder and louder each time. Canada whimpered "I-I'm not going to hold on!" he gripped the covers almost ripping them as he arched "F-FRANCIIIIIIIS!" he screamed coming, his seed splattered harshly up their stomachs and even went on France's face with the force. France groaned at the constriction and came himself filling the beautiful country below him.

He collapsed next to him panting "Zat was amazing my petit fleur." He murmured.

"Oui…" Canada panted. He turned on his side to face his lover. "Je 'taime." He murmured.

"Je 'taime." France whispered stroking the younger's hair.

On the other side of…Europe…well not that far away actually quite literally a swim away or a train drive away England was trying to separate Avery from Aurelian who were fighting and screaming at each other. America was just watching while holding Tobias who was giggling happily at his twin Brother and cousin. "Alfred you sodding plonker! Help me!"

"Why you seem to have a good hold on your own?" America grinned.

England scowled at him "You know what I'm done! You two want to fight then bugger you! Fight all you bloody like!" He shoved Avery back into the pen and huffily walked off. Avery looked up watching his Mother leave he began to cry wanting him back.

"Mama!" He wailed. Aurelian chose that moment to pull on his cheek making him cry out and kick him protesting. Then another Brit vs. French fight broke out.

America sighed "Okay now I see why Iggy's so stressed." He held Tobias up to face level. "Okay listen up kid, you have to take Daddy's place and be a Hero okay? I want you to leap in and rescue your Bro from these fights 'kay?"

Tobias looked at him with a serious expression on his face as he acknowledged his Father's words. America placed him in the pen. Immediately Tobias walked in front of his Brother and hugged him, cooing cutely he nuzzled him. It stopped Avery from remembering what he was doing as he relaxed in his Brother's grip. "Meh close enough." America shrugged. He went out to find his own Brit to nuzzle, sure enough he found him holding his head at the kitchen table. "Babe?"

"Those bloody kids." England muttered.

"Well they're like you and France." America grinned "It's kinda cute."

England tutted "Well really we shouldn't condone the violence but no matter what they always fight!"

"It doesn't matter they'll grow out of it when they're older. Remember Aurelian is also Mattie's so he has the genes of the most likable cutest person too." America puffed out his cheeks when he said that.

"What's wrong?" England laughed poking his cheek.

"Everyone likes him! But they find me annoying! Even you had a thing for him once!" America looked down sadly "My own lover."

"You idiot." England laughed again "Don't you see? I only 'had a thing' for him because he looked like you! Silly boy." He pulled America into a hug.

"Really?" America asked brightening up.

"Yes really." England smiled. He leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Pa~ra~ri Pa~ri Pari~ Pari~

Do not miss~ The right fold~ri~

Parappapara Paripappari Paripaparedo~ Parappapara Paripappari Paripaparareru~

Tourists who spill wine, Oops, watch your feet. Paris is indeed splendid~

Light-colored dresses are lovely. Chests are nice and thick.

I had once been clenching Europe In the palm of my hand.

AN: Finally! This is done! Anyway don't get too concerned about Germany's illness that comes next! Then a GerIta/SpaMano wedding in the chapter after that! Hurray!

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Arigato.