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When the bell rang this time, I was determined to make it to the last lesson of the day on time, but I was still aching from what had happened earlier. I still managed to run to the classroom and get there on time, but I was significantly slower this time, as I noticed that Francis had not only caught up, but had overtaken me, and was running ahead. I never noticed how he looked from behind, but I have to admit, he looked good, really good. He checked over his shoulder at me, and did so a few times, probably just to make sure I was ok, but it's a little unnerving at times.

The lesson was history, another lesson I was bored of. They mainly focused on the world wars, which I obviously already knew a load about and only irritated me, because of how late Alfred joined, and left me with the Nazis. It was a depressing subject I didn't want to think about, so a laid my head on the table and closed my eyes, trying not to think any more about it.

It was no good; I must've fallen asleep, because I was dreaming about it again. All the other countries had fallen, and the Nazis were constantly attacking. Where was America? We were being blown to hell every night by the bombers; the last standing in Europe, as the war machine ploughed through blowing down country by country, like dominoes, and there I was, my only defence was an ocean, and I was all alone. The sound of bombs was loud in my ears, as were the sound of the people, my people, calling for help. Where was America?

Suddenly I awoke; Francis had been shaking my shoulder to rouse me "Angleterre? Wake up, the lesson's over." I blinked my eyes open, and wiped the tears that threatened to stream from my eyes, before the Frenchman would notice. His usual expression had changed to one of concern as he looked at my face. I tried to level my gaze, and keep a stiff upper lip. I would never show weakness to anyone, especially not Francis. "What are you thinking, Angleterre? You look… hurt?" My breath hitched for a moment.

"I'm fine, Frog! The only reason I would be hurting would be because of – of- Bugger Off!" I said defensively, becoming very red at the mention of what had happened in the corridor.

"You mean after we did a little of the-"

"Yes! Yes, now shut up Francis! This is a school, and gossip spreads like wild fire here, maybe you should keep your mouth shut!" I said after looking round the classroom, checking to see if anyone could've overheard. I sighed in relief "I think we're safe, but you need to learn to shut the bloody hell up you idiot!" I really didn't need the rumour that I was with Francis going round. Without a word I swept out of the room and walked towards my room that I boarded in.

Francis had followed me, but silently smirking at the slight limp in my walk thanks to him, I just glared in his direction, while I fumbled with my keys. I opened the door to let the Frenchman in and locked the door. As I turned away from it, I felt myself being pinned to the door in another of Francis's kisses. His hands were pinning my wrists and his body was pressed against mine. He broke away from the kiss, and stared into my eyes. "What are you thinking, Angleterre?"

What was I thinking; he had a good point there. I felt myself fumbling for words, just spewing nonsensical hesitations, before I did something even I didn't expect myself to do.

I pulled his head down and kissed him, hard. His hands travelled down to my waist and wrapped around it as he pulled my up a little and deepened the kiss. This time, I let him slip his tongue into my mouth as I tried to figure out what to do with mine. It only took a moment for me to get the idea. As we kissed, I let my hands travel down his back, which was muscular and hot with his heat. His hair was tickling against my cheeks, and his hands were now running under my shirt and sending sparks through my body. He broke the kiss, only to move down to my neck and start sucking on it, letting his teeth occasionally graze against my skin. I moaned at the feeling, but quietly, as I remembered how thin and unsound proof the plasterboard walls were, and although the frog was my neighbour on one side, Alfred was on the other, and if he heard anything, he'd tell everyone, before he was even certain what it was he was saying.

I could feel Francis's hot breath on my neck, as he kept sucking; I knew this'd leave a mark, but I didn't know if I cared or not. I'd only befriended Francis to annoy my boss, and because he was the only one willing to put up with me all the time. How would my boss react to my having intimate affairs with him, what would he think? And that's when it hit me. My boss would kill me, not only for being with someone, but for being with another man. Did this make me gay? I'd had my first kiss, and lost my virginity on the same day to a boy, and somehow it felt right. I wasn't ready to call it love, but it was something…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt him pull me to my bed and start to pull off my clothes, for the second time that day. This time though, he wasn't so rushed, and he was taking his time, almost as if he wanted to take in every inch of my body. The sound of his skin against mine was intoxicating, and his smell was too. He smelt of roses and wine, and I loved it.

Once we were both naked, he trailed his tongue down from my neck to my chest, where he started to suck and nibble one of my nipples. I bit back a moan as he did, feeling myself grow hard. He smirked as he felt my erection brush against his, which made my breath hitch and me bite my lip. He trailed his tongue down my stomach and finally reached my member. I almost cried out in pleasure of the feeling, but stopped myself remembering where we were. It was at times like this, I hated being at a boarding school, at the same time as loving it. The feeling of his mouth and tongue was too much to bear; I bit my lip, but let a guttural moan escape. His eyes moved up to me, and he gave me a look of passion and lust.

He slathered his fingers in his saliva and slowly inserted one. It hurt for a moment, then I just felt pleasure; he put in a second, then a third and moved them around inside me. When he hit the spot I gasped in pleasure, arching my back and moaning. He pulled his fingers out, and I felt empty, but then I felt him lining himself up to thrust into me. When he did, it felt painful, but that was overtaken by endorphins running through my blood as he pounded into my prostate. His moans and gasps were like music to my ears, and as I felt myself getting close, he came inside me, and the feeling of his seed inside of me was enough to make me cover us in my own.

His lips were on mine again and we kissed deeply, hot and sticky. He pulled out and lay next to me, both of us panting for breath and smiling. "Angleterre?" he asked breathlessly.

"What?"

"I want every day to be like this… will you be mine?" I didn't know what to think at that point. I wanted his hot hands on my skin, and his lips on mine, but did I want to commit to something which happened so suddenly and left me with a million questions. What would everyone think if I came out? What would my boss say? How would my life change? But those were all questions that could be answered if I said yes to him.

I took a deep breath, and tried to swallow my doubt and fears, "Ok, but if you make one wrong move, then I'm out!" I felt the need to add, as a warning to him, because I didn't want him to have just won me over. He just laughed a little and stroked my back as I rested my head on his chest.

"you won't regret this mon amour."