Together we stand
When the morning after France and England woke up, they noticed America holding onto France's back and Canada holding onto England's. They blinked a couple of times in disbelief at the sight, but then they just smiled at how cute their sons looked when they were asleep. When they noticed that their joined hands had survived the night, their smile grew even bigger.
They silently slipped out their sleeping bags, and started preparing everything for their breakfast, hoping to offer to their sons a less abrupt wake up call.
When America and Canada woke up some time later, the smell of fried eggs was surrounding them, filling their nostrils. They joined their parents by the campfire, and were glad to see that England had found in the meantime enough berries and fruits to feed also America's big appetite.
While everyone ate they share, France took advantage of the fire already lit to warm up also the leftover stew and soup, in order to store them in the right containers to keep them warm until noon.
"This doesn't give much camping feels, you know dad France?" America felt the need to point out, while staring at his French father putting everything back into his backpack. "It's more similar to what you would expect after you had a big family dinner at home."
"You will change your mind when you will eat your share warm and tasty without having to bother about finding dry wood for the campfire."
France's reprimand was welcomed by a soft chuckle by his husband.
"Aside France being right for once, we should all rejoice that he had actually adopted some technology conceived after the 1800s."
"Oi, what does that mean!?"
"That you and technology live in two different time-space, Francis. Just accept what I said as a compliment, because it was."
"Who the heck would call that a compliment!? And you are just like me!"
"Papa, I don't want to point out the obvious, but with the two of you it's quite hard setting a line between offense, compliment and tease." Canada interrupted the quarrel. "As long as you're fine, we don't care. Now, shall we go?"
France huffed in annoyance but let the debate die, allowing the family to get back on route. When lunchtime came, as France had predicted America's remonstrations about using heat-saving containers while camping in the woods vanished into thin air.
Avoiding setting up a campfire for lunch turned out to be a good idea since, as soon as they were ready to resume their trip, they heard a helicopter checking the area. As soon as they could get a visual of it, they could notice with disbelief that it was sporting a red maple leaf on white background on its tailgate.
"Great. An American research squad the first day, an English patrol the second day, and now a Canadian helicopter..." America pouted, as he followed his family deeper in the forest. "One would guess that our sovereigns had other things to do, like setting straight whatever we fled from."
England made a detour to take the path leading to the less visited part of the forest, where the trees were older and thicker, hoping that it was enough to avoid being seen by the helicopter.
"Well, this could mean that they are done with them?" He proposed as soon as he deemed them safe enough, only to be glared by his husband.
"This only means that my sovereigns still aren't done with theirs, admitting that they will eventually capitulate in front of the uproar."
"Francis, sometimes you scare me."
"Get in line, my sovereigns think the same." France's voice sounded as proud as it could be. "Still, unfortunately, they know me well enough to guess what I could be up to."
"Let's put aside for the moment the way papa manages the hexagon, I fear that he is right." Canada leaned to the side of the trunk shielding them, trying to find once more the way they'd come from, but he was unable to find the cave they had left only a few hours before. "They might even be running after us just to lure us out."
France dragged him back behind the tree, just in time to be missed by the helicopter still flying right above them, as it did another surveillance round over the area. France and England dragged their kids closer to them, hoping that the tree was big enough to hide the whole family from the aircraft. Only when they heard the sound of the helicopter fading well into the distance, they dared to peek outside the shadow of the tree shielding them.
"Yours are more persistent than America and England's." France noted, only to receive a scoff from Canada and a chuckle from England.
"It's because Mattie is the one who looks like you the most." England teased. "I told you that it's always your fault when we have problems with our kids."
France snorted but had no chance to complain, because they soon heard the helicopter approaching again.
"Let's leave the river." England decided, taking France's hand in his and signalling to his sons to move along. "C'mon, hurry up!"
"Dad, yesterday's cave-" Canada tried to catch his English father's attention, as he hurried after him. "We'll lose the main road, if we keep going deeper."
"We don't have any other choice, we'll think about resuming our way later!"
England eventually brought them far off the main road, into an area over which the helicopter never flied. After a couple of hours, the helicopter definitively interrupted his search and moved away from the forest. The news made the whole family sigh in relief, but by then even England had to acknowledge that it had become quite difficult for him orientating himself with France's old map.
"Matthew, could you give me back the map I gave you yesterday?"
"Sure, but I think it's quite useless after I fell into the river."
Canada took out of his pocket a piece of paper almost completely blanched out, and handed it to his father.
"Great." England sighed, as he tried to open the map with little success. "I think I lost completely our way and I can't check a proper map."
"I have a solution for your problem~" France chirped happily, as he took out from his pocket a map with City of Paris written in bold letters.
"Francis, I need a map of this bloody forest not one of your frigging hole of a Capital!"
"Just wait. Alfred, sweetheart, could you hold it for a moment?" France handed the map to his confused son and waited some time before taking it back and giving it to England. "Here you are."
Much to England's astonishment, the map now read 'Ohio. Land of forests'.
"Fuck it."
"What do you say?"
"Paris is the most beautiful city in the world and London doesn't come even close to its astonishing beauty." England recited in a monotone, acknowledging that he had to grant some satisfaction to his lover for saving the day.
"A simple thank you would suffice, but you are very welcomed to appreciate my land whenever you like~"
Instead of yelling at him, England simply groaned and opened the map, trying to make sense of wherever they were and get back on track.
"We are quite far from our target, but if we take this path," England showed the map to his family with France's help, and draw with his finger a straight line from their hypothetical current location to another point apparently in the deepest of the forest. "We might reach our target, adding only a couple of hours to the initial plan."
"You know, there are many wild beasts in that area." America's protest was welcome with a shrug by his father. "I don't know if it's a smart choice."
"If we get attacked, we will defend ourselves. Besides, it's not as if we have any other choice, if I understood correctly where the place is. Now let's go before it gets too late."
"Dad, but really," Canada attempted to make his English father reason. "There's not even a river there. We need water-"
"We survived the forest when you were children completely dependent on us and when there wasn't any sign of civilization here." France put a caring hand on his shoulder, as he tried to reassure the younger nations. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"I do remember how hard it was for you at the time! That's why I'm telling you we shouldn't do this!"
"I remember that we had a lot of fun, to be honest."
Canada glared at his brother hearing his words, feeling betrayed and alone into making their family reason. Before he could dispute the topic, though, France lightly pushed him forward to follow England, who was already walking deeper inside the forest followed by America.
After about two hours of walk amidst trees that were getting taller and thicker, Canada tried to address once again the dangers of their current situation.
"Are we going to meet the main road before night, at least?"
"I think we might." England answered him distractedly. "This way is quicker."
"What if we don't?"
"Mathieu, mon chou~" France ruffled Canada's hair playfully, smiling reassuringly at him. "You need to stop worrying. It's true that we got older, but you should know that we lived through a lot. If we could fend off one another's blows and our armies' attacks, we can certainly deal with a couple of wild animals."
Canada raised a dubious eyebrow at his French father, several images of his parents being complete idiots filling his mind: France teasing England during a world summit, England getting flustered so much that he started throwing other nations at his husband together with the usual stationery, one of their sovereign calling off a meeting because France had gotten naked in front of everyone because it was allegedly nudist day and England fainting of embarrassment at the sight...
All of this without adding to it what happened two nights before, where not even the thought of being in a tent with their sons nearby had stopped them from yelling and screaming one another's name. Sure, Canada wasn't one of those children who thought that their parents didn't have sex as America had been before catching them in the act - an experience that still haunted him at night- but a bit of restraint while in a dangerous situation sounded a rather logical approach.
Then again, why was he thinking about logical when he had seen France during WWII dressed as an odalisque to make Italy fall into England's trap?
"C'mon brother! The hero is here, never forget it!" America patted his chest vigorously to catch his brother's attention. "I'll protect you and the two caryatides. Never be said I'll leave two ancients to their demise!"
"Hey!" France and England countered, but they had no chance to say more in their defence that a loud noise made all four of them stare to their side.
Canada decided against telling everyone that he had foreseen it in favour of taking out his camping knife, while America moved next to him with his own gun at hand in order to shield their parents.
"Don't worry, we're ready to protect-" America interrupted his cool declaration of intents as soon as the clear sound of metal clashing reached his ears. Both brothers turned to look at their parents, only to notice France toying with two military knives and England checking a dagger.
"Wait a fucking minute, you came here by plane! How did you bring weapons by airplane to the other side of the fucking ocean!?"
"France is quite useful to get around people, Alfred." England pointed out, apparently satisfied with the quality check on his dagger. "Why do you think I married him?"
"Always so dull, mon amour, you know that you will love me anyway. Otherwise we wouldn't still be together despite Brexit."
"We're still together because my sovereigns decided that the EU wasn't useful to them anymore, whilst I believe that you are still quite useful to me." England crossed haughtily his arms on his chest, and checked with the corner of his eye France's reaction to his statement.
France scoffed and that was enough to make England chuckle at him. Before they could start quarrelling properly, though, America felt still in need to pursue the topic.
"What has he done? Did he distract the staff allowing you to pass undetected or did he put the knives up his ass and stripped naked to prove that it was some kind of metal prosthesis?"
"Oh, my child knows me so well~" France chirped, only for England to move forward in between the two of them.
"That's for me to know and for you to shut up."
"Aww, Angleterre, you are so cute for someone who just told me I'm only useful~" France teased England, only to get a growl as an answer from his husband and a confused stare from his son.
"Why would I be jealous of you!?" England yelled, turning sharply to glare at his lover.
"I wasn't the one mentioning jealousy~"
The general mood changed drastically as they heard again the same noise of before and, before they could think about hiding, an enormous black bear came out from the woods.
"Something tells me that playing dead it's already out of the options." Canada swallowed, as he stared at the beast puffing himself up to look bigger, as he pointed his head and ears up and forward.
"Just keep quiet, everyone." France warned. "It's just a buff charge at the moment."
"Yeah, probably... Talking slowly should be another way to stop a bear from attacking, isn't it?" Despite the worry clear in his stance, America couldn't help but smirking weakly at his fathers. "Dads, this is your time to shine: even if I don't understand what you are talking about half of the time, when you rant you never have a time limit."
"If they don't have a reason to bicker they make up one, as easy as that." Canada chuckled, feeling sensibly calmer after his brother's antics. "Still, I would keep my focus on the bear."
"Even if he attacks, we're armed. What could possibly go wrong?" America's question was met with an annoyed glare from the rest of his family.
"Everything now that you've jinxed us."
"Children, please, do not fight." England admonished the two younger nations, moving to side them together with France. "Any idea on what to do, if the bear attacks?"
"I think we should act as the good parents that we are and grant our kids some variety with the menu." France proposed in a calm and collected voice meant not to rouse the beast. "Roasted bear for dinner could be a nice main dish."
"How do you manage to turn into food everything you think of?"
"It's the duty of any parent who can cook thinking about his family's sustenance."
"What does that mean?"
"That it will never be your problem, mon cœur."
"Oi-"
The bear seemed to have eventually had enough of France and England quarrelling despite what manuals taught, and so he dashed forward against the nations. Not having any other option now that the beast had decided to attack, they all tried their best to defend themselves without angering him more than they were already.
He bounded on their front paws and then charged the nations again moving in big leaps, only to veer off to one side before he got too close to them. Instead of retreating as France hoped, the bear vocalized loudly, sending chills down the nations' spines.
"Let's try putting some distance between us and the bear." France swallowed, his hand searching instinctively at his side to reassure himself that England and the boys were still next to him while he kept his eyes fixed on the beast. "The only thing to keep in mind is not to run."
"Easier said than done." England tried his best to keep his voice calm, but to France's trained ears his anxiety and worry was clear.
The bear clacked his teeth in answer, and pounded his front paws on the ground while huffing, apparently not entirely fooled by England's tone of voice no differently than France.
"Fuck, this doesn't look like a bluff to me anymore." America's voice trembled with tension even more than his English father's, something that earned France's panicked stare on him.
"Alfred, try to keep-"
Before France could finish admonishing America, the bear lowered his head, pointed back his ears, and charged the group as fast as he could.
France hastily pushed Canada away from him and closed his hand around England's arm to drag him on the side, whilst Canada -following France's not so subtle suggestion- did the same with America, dragging him the opposite way. The bear landed in the middle with his last bounce, and looked around himself to try understanding what happened. Annoyed by the lack of results brought by his attack, the bear huffed and howled with a deep voice meant to scare.
Seeing the scene, America moved in front of Canada pointing his gun at him, and England tried to push France behind him and the furthest he could from the beast.
The bear took a rapid check of his surroundings and then stood tall on his rear paws, getting ready to pound on England, who not only was the nearest, but also the one who wasn't actively looking at him, since he was at the moment more worried to keep France away from danger than ready to defend himself.
France quickly registered the bear's sharp movement, though, and panic and dread soon filled his mind.
"Angleterre! Watch out!" He cried and, forgetting everything he knew about how to take on wild animals, he grabbed his husband to drag him in his arms and away from the beast, successfully managing to make him dodging the hit.
The bear started to follow them right after, though, leaving to the two nations no way to escape when they suddenly found a wide and tall rock in front of them. Lacking any better option, France threw himself over his husband in a desperate attempt to protect him with his body.
The two nations were already expecting to be torn apart by the beast, when they heard a loud bang, and soon after the bear fell onto them. America and Canada crowded around their parents, hastening to push the beast off them to check on them.
"Papa! Dad! Are you fine?"
"C'mon dads, you never even killed one another, you can't end up being killed by a bear!"
"Who the fuck told you that I've never put my hands around your father's throat in the past?" England's voice came out muffled from beneath France, who however was still not moving.
"Papa?
"Dad France?"
Much to their surprise, France's only answer was to tighten his grip around England, only a few whimpers escaping his mouth.
"Papa? Are you hurt?"
France shook lightly his head, but still showed no intention to disentangle from his husband.
"Oi, frog, what's up with you?" England asked, trying to move them so that he could hold France in his arms and look at him. The Frenchman docilely allowed him to manoeuvre him, but when England could finally see his face, it was obvious that he was quite close to openly cry.
"I was so worried to have lost you..."
"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that, Francis." England smiled at him and caressed gently the tears away from his face. "You better than anyone else should know that I'm hard to take down."
"Yes, but..."
"Ah, what do I have to do with you?" England sighed, and held France closer in his arms to reassure him that he was still alive and well, caressing kindly his back and hair. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm still here to annoy you, as I've always been and as I will always be."
France hid his face in the crook of England's neck and nodded, but he never dared to let him go.
"It probably wasn't my best idea dragging you all in a place so dangerous." He sniffled. "I shouldn't have imposed my whims on you."
"Dad France, to be honest... Imposing is what you do." America sighed, not really knowing how to deal with his fathers acting like that. "I mean, if you were rational you would be dad England, and if you were quiet you would be Canada."
"What would this mean!?" Canada's anger quickly dissipated as America stared at him seriously and shrugged.
"We are all different, this is our strength."
"Can't believe you are actually speaking sense for once."
"So my strength is being overbearing?" France huffed, freeing himself a little from England's safe embrace to pout at his children's words.
"It's who you are. Moreover, you usually do it for a good reason, so it's positive that you keep proposing and pushing us forward." England reassured France, making him more comfortable in his embrace. "If we really didn't like your ideas, you know from experience that I would say no."
"Hey, we would say no to dad France too if we didn't like his ideas!"
America's protest was welcomed by Canada's chuckle and England's snort.
"Sure. Then France would pout at you, you would pout at him and then the guilty fight will go on until one of you capitulates." England raised a challenging eyebrow at both France and America. "The outcome when the two of you disagree is a guilt fight."
America humpfed at such rational description of their relations, making Canada laugh openly.
"Enough of demolishing the hero, I was the one who saved the day right now!" He protested. "And we have better get moving, the bear won't stay asleep forever."
"Yeah." Canada added, drying the tears from the corner of his eyes. "During the walk you might also tell us why you thought that escaping from our duties was the only way for us to take a break."
"Asleep?" Both parents asked in unison, their wide eyes moving from the bear to America.
"Yeah, I used a tranquilliser gun." He showed them better his weapon, and then he joined Canada in helping France and England to stand up. "We can leave the bear here, we will be far away by the time he wakes up."
"So, no bear to roast for you, dear." England teased, and France shrugged.
"Your loss." England took a moment to take out the map and confirm their position, and then he crossed France's arm with his, before leading the whole family towards the next stop. "I can walk by myself, you know?"
"Just be glad that I'm showing you some courtesy." He huffed, but his voice still couldn't hide how much he was still affected by what had happened. "You could even answer the kids instead of complaining, theirs was a reasonable question."
"What question?"
"Why we couldn't get a holiday the normal way." Canada reminded France. "I know that we were barely getting by, but I don't think that our sovereigns would have denied us a couple of days off."
"They would have, I tried." France admitted. "I called our sovereigns and they all refused, because it was a hard time for them and you were meant to stay there, even though you couldn't help. Then my unions called the strikes, and I thought that my plan was gone."
The admission caught the whole family by surprise.
"What happened that made you change your mind, then?"
"I went to the Unions' meeting, and they threw me out."
"What!?" America and Canada asked surprised.
"Why did they do that for!?"
"They said that I was useless to everyone including myself, tired and worried for my family the way I was." France sighed. "They basically told me to fuck off and to get back only when I felt better. In the meantime they were perfectly fine managing the strikes on their own."
"French." Was the only comment that England could offer to such a statement.
"So we owe this holiday to the French and our sovereigns being dicks?" America asked shocked, only to earn Canada's resigned stare on him.
"It really sounds like an emergency vacation."
"Technically, it is." France admitted. "It's true that we are meant to stick to our duties, but if we can't, we do ourselves more harm than good. A couple of days off can make a difference."
"Well, if the treasure is big enough, I'm sure that it will solve most of our problems!" America cried out enthusiastically. "Then they will have to thank us for going on vacation!"
"Not everything is solved with money, Alfred." England scolded. "We are not France's foreign policy."
"Hey! What does that mean!?"
"That you can be outraged as much as you want, but if people gives you money principles count just so little."
"Fuck you, Arthur."
"You are welcome."
"You are just bitter because dad France honestly had an idea that might work." America butted into the conversation, showing his parents a pale brownish pebble. "Look what I found attached to the bear's paw?"
"I can't believe this." Canada breathed out, taking the pebble into his hand to check it better. "Same shape, same carvings as the other two... I'm starting to believe that America is right and that papa's map is really taking us somewhere."
"I thought it was obvious that I was taking you somewhere."
"I think Canada means somewhere useful." England scoffed. "Something I still doubt about."
"Even if it doesn't lead us to an actual treasure, isn't our trip still worth it?"
France and England were still bickering between the two of them when night started to fall and they had to acknowledge that finding a place to rest took priority over arguing about nonsense. They stopped where the trees grew thinner enough to put up the two tents and make a fire, and then started to set up their provisory camp.
The lack of a nearby river turned out to be a problem as Canada had predicted, but France and England had not been wrong pointing out that they would find a solution.
"Where the hell did you get water!?" Canada asked flabbergasted as he saw France getting back from his scouting nearby with some bottles filled to the brim.
"Underground water." France stated plainly. "The plants are too many and too luscious in this area for it to be completely void of water. If you don't see it, it must be underneath the surface."
"I hope you didn't lose my dagger." England complained, and as an answer, France threw the weapon in his direction. England caught it by the handle before it could hurt him and took his time to check that it was still in good condition. "You did a decent job, I have to admit it."
"Merci." France pouted, but moved along to set everything ready to filter the water. "Mathieu? While I'm filtering the water through the cloth, could you get me the bigger pot we were using to cook dinner? I need to boil this to sterilise it."
"Are you sure we can drink that?"
"After I finish the last step, it will be." As soon as France had put the fabric over the two smaller containers, England sat at his side to help him. "Merci."
"At least this thank you is not sarcastic."
"Says the personification of sarcasm."
"But you love me for that."
Between one tease and the other, soon the couple finished filtering the water inside the first bottle. As France went getting another filter, England put the clean water into Canada's pot and set it over the campfire.
"Doesn't look much different from before."
"I can assure you that the filter doesn't think the same." England chuckled, and then ruffled Canada's hair. "Don't worry, we've done this plenty of times."
"Yeah, this is the actual truth behind your father's addiction to tea: since the water needs to be boiled, we could very well take the chance to add some flavour to it."
England scoffed at France's tease, whilst Canada stared at him surprised.
"Wait, is that true?"
"It... It might have some element of truth..." England stuttered, turning visibly red. "At the very bottom of it."
France chuckled seeing his husband capitulate, but he had no time to tease him properly, because America soon arrived at the camp with something France could cook up.
"Oooi! I couldn't find anything better, I hope it's enough."
"I'll leave you two to deal with the water." France stood up and walked towards America to get the pray from his hands and start on dinner. "Don't worry, we have plenty of mushrooms to eat, and we still have berries. Could you help me making the skewers?"
By the time France and America finished preparing meat and mushrooms, England and Canada had set the water to cool down, so they could all seat around the fire, waiting for the food to cook.
"How much time do you think it will take to your sovereigns to send someone?"
"Hmmm..." France closed his eyes as he tried to focus on his lands, but after he opened them again he just sighed, since he had no real answer to give England. "Things are still unsettled at home, but we are rapidly losing ground. It could be any time that my sovereigns will get enough spare time to come after us."
"Would you like to go back?" England stared attentively at France, and then moved a stray bang of hair behind his ear as an attempt to comfort him. "You must be worried."
"There is really nothing I can do, unfortunately. My people were right: I really needed some family time."
England smiled at France and put an arm around his shoulders to drag him closer.
"I hate to admit it, but me too. It was a long time since we did something different than talking about work."
"Yes, despite the bear and the soldiers looking for us it was really fun." Canada smiled happily at his parents, hoping to reassure France that they were all happy with his plan. "It was a good idea, papa."
"Yeah, and the food has a better taste when you do camping." America took a mushroom skewer and started eating it with gusto. "We should do these things more often. Maybe not lost in the woods, but I'm sure dad France can work out the barbeque I have at home."
"Sure I can." France smiled back at his family and leaned more in England's embrace. "I'm glad that I didn't make it worse."
"You are just tired." England reassured France. "I would suggest going to sleep after we finish eating."
"Do we need to mount guard?" Canada asked worried, a loud yawn betraying how tired he felt.
"I feel this area rather clear." America answered him, looking no more awake than his brother did. "Also when I went exploring before, I found nothing dangerous at all."
They chatted some more while they finished eating, and after a quick clean up of the camp they all went to sleep.
As soon as France entered their tent, England was quick holding him tight to make him lay on his back over the already joined sleeping bags.
"I feel like someone is in the mood." France teased, making himself more comfortable as he put his arms around England's neck. "What if the kids hear us again?"
"Right now I need to reassure myself that you are still here." England breathed against his lips, and then kissed him with both passion and care, desperate to convey his feelings to France. "The only thing I need to remember is that teasing you has better be left for when we're alone in our bedroom."
"Am I in for a treat as soon as we get home?" France met teasingly England's tongue with his a couple of times, before England just deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth at his leisure before entwining their tongues in a maddening dance.
"Yeah, I already have a couple of scenarios in mind." England's hands skimmed quickly over France's torso, feeling up his toned chest and perk nipples, but also the hard buttons of his shirt. "That's for later, though. I'll set for quick and not frustrating today."
England proceeded to open France's shirt one button after the other, shifting his kisses from France's lips to his jaw, and then neck and torso. As soon as he revealed a new bit of skin, he brushed his lips against it and kissed it, interrupting his task only to give particular attention to France's nipples. He nibbled and teased them with his breath until the rose buds were hard and dark red, and only then, he deemed fine moving on. By the time he finished unbuttoning his shirt completely, France's breath was ragged and his hands held tight onto his husband's hair.
England took his chance to rise up on his elbows to have a good look at his lover, and a small smirk of satisfaction appeared on his lips. No matter how many years they had been together, it always filled England's heart with pride seeing how well France answered to his ministrations. The sole thought that someone like him, who believed to be forever condemned to watch his crush from afar or being rejected, could not only have his feelings returned but also make his lover melt in his arms with only a few touches and kisses was heart-warming.
Before France could realise what was happening, England opened up France's trousers as well, getting quickly rid of them and thus leaving his body completely exposed to his hungry stares.
"God, you are beautiful."
"I thought I was overweight and overbearing by your standards."
"You are my standard. And stop adding 'over' to whatever adjective crosses your mind, if you were too much for me I would tell you." England covered France's naked body with his own, the feeling of the rough texture of his clothes on his naked skin making France shudder in pleasure. "I can feel your bones as you are writhing in my arms, you bloody idiot. You should really have for real all the trust in yourself that you pretend having in front of the others."
France groaned at the reprimand and took his chance to switch their positions, in order to make England laying beneath him. The impromptu movement surprised his lover at first, but then he just offered him a smart smirk.
"I was waiting for this." France wiped England's grin from his lips claiming them in a heated kiss, as he took his time to feel up his body and start undressing him as quickly as he could. By the time England realised what was happening, he had been already stripped naked by his lover's expert hands.
"Hell, you could have been a pickpocket in another life."
"Who told you I'm not? I think I snatched your attention quite successfully." France chuckled and kissed him once more, brushing their body one against the other with purpose. "You very well did the same though."
"Did I?"
"You snatched my heart as well, never forget it."
England breathed against France's lips and grabbed firmly his butt cheeks to guide their groins together harder, unwilling to submit to France's pace that –more often than not- dragged everything way longer than he could survive. He didn't mind it at all usually, but since it always made him lose control and scream in ecstasy, it had better be left at home no differently than his own desire to tight France up and play with him. God forbid they had to withstand another culinary punishment by their sons: France would condemn him to celibacy until the end of their days.
"We will finish quite soon like this." France's breath stopped in his throat as he was guided harder against England, but he still took his lover's hint and kept grinding their cocks together, to create a suitable rhythm meant to make them come. "Not that I mind it."
The word 'finish' made England remember better the details of their situation and he suddenly stopped France's movements.
"Wait the condoms."
France groaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance, before letting himself fall full weight over England.
"What have I done to you to deserve this?"
"You planned a holiday in the woods."
France sighed, silently admitting that England was right, and stretched towards his backpack to retrieve his most hated contraption. England swallowed at the sight of his lover's long limbed body stretching elegantly over him, and couldn't stop himself from taking his chance to grab his waist, bring him closer and leave few more kisses over his hairy chest.
"You are asking me for condoms only as an excuse to tease me." France joked, sitting over his lover's groin to unpack his nemesis. England groaned at the feeling of France's naked butt on his dick, but sat up enough to keep touching and kissing him throughout the necessary break.
It didn't take France too much to unpack the condoms, so soon England just laid back again to allow him to roll them down their cocks and oil them properly with a consistent amount of lube. After the chore was done, France soon covered England's body again with his own, kissing him hungrily to try coaxing him back into the mood. The feeling of the condom around his cock, however, bothered him to the point that he couldn't suppress a groan.
Easily guessing the reason of France's annoyance, England just grabbed his butt again, kneading his cheeks as he brought their groins together once again. France's groan turned into a moan that echoed inside his mouth, and he took it as a sign that he was doing the right thing. England kept massaging his butt then, parting his cheeks just enough to allow the cold breeze to tease his anus and make France shiver at the sensation.
"Angleterre~"
"You like this, don't you?"
England's whisper was answered by a soft whimper by France, who had by then forgot everything about the condoms and was entirely focussed on grinding his dick against his lover's. The rhythm was both slow and pleasurable, leaving England enough presence of mind to up the ante. He searched at his side for the bottle of lube, put some on his fingers, and then grabbed France's butt cheek with his clean hand, parting them as wide as he could in order to tease France's anus freely with his oiled fingers.
France gasped at the unexpected teasing and his rhythm faltered, making England more than willing to keep up his plan. He circled the wrinkled skin there until he felt it wet enough, and then slowly let the tip of his finger inside his lover, moving just enough to have France feeling it inside. The trick made France tighten around England's finger, hoping to get more from the pleasurable tease.
"Ahn~ Angleterre, you said no tease~"
"You want me to take it out?"
"No~ I… more~"
"More of my finger?" England teased, as he allowed more of his finger inside France, breaching easily through his tightening muscles.
"Yes~ yes, please…"
Far from letting pleasure make him forget his task, France moved in a better position to grind harder and quicker against England, wanting to give more to him as well. England whimpered at the change in pace, and instinctively opened his legs wider to better accommodate his lover. As France's rhythm grew quick and more on point, England tightened his grip on France's butt cheek in answer, his fingers leaving red fingerprints on his pale skin.
He let his finger slide even more inside France and fingered him slowly a couple of times more before adding a second finger. As he began moving them with purpose, France moaned at the pleasurable assault and increased his speed in answer, making England any moment less coherent.
"France~ Ahn, harder, please~"
Fearing another culinary retaliation, France captured England's lips in another passionate kiss, swallowing both their moans and pleas for more.
Before long, England found himself trying to remember to keep fingering France through the haze of their lovemaking, his fingers crooking sloppily inside his lover as all of him twitched and trembled in pleasure. France wasn't in a better shape, though, the impromptu kiss and the rough tease of England's fingers arousing him even more.
His mind was slowly losing focus as he did his best to get pleasure from both England's fingers -filling him just enough to make him wanting for more- and their cocks, sliding one against the other sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. Despite the condoms, he could feel them hardening one against the other as the pleasure grew, the small bumps of their engorged veins rubbing together, the sleek drops of pre-cum making the slit more sensitive as they fell, warm and thick, down their cocks…
Eventually it was too much, and they both came one after the other, England interrupting his fingers' work to hold France tight against him, as soon as he felt pleasure making his body tremble in a stronger jolt of pleasure and his dick filling with white semen the condom he was wearing. France returned the hug with England's same drive, as he grinded a last time against his lover before allowing himself to enjoy freely his own mind-blowing bliss.
They rested some more minutes holding on one another, basking in the afterglow as they tried to make sense of themselves once more, until France finally had enough strength to move to the side to get rid of the condoms. England felt so wiped out that didn't even attempt to help France in his chore, but he still was ready to welcome him back in his embrace, as soon as he joined him again in search for comfort.
They rested for a while in each other's arms, until England eventually tighten his hold around France even more.
"Angleterre?"
"I'm so glad that you didn't end up mauled by that bear." He admitted eventually. "I was so worried about you."
"I'm here, don't worry. It takes so much more to take me down and you know it."
"Not if we are together. My presence stops you from thinking clearly."
"You are not a hindrance, mon amour~" France held England against him to cuddle him in his arms, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead. "And even if you were, you would be a hindrance I could never do without."
"I love you. You know that, right?"
"Je t'aime aussi. Now sleep, we need our rest." France tried to get a glimpse of England's face, but he could only acknowledge that he was fast asleep. He smiled at him, then, and left a chaste peck on his lips. "Bonne nuit, Angleterre."
T.B.C.