[Name] and France were what you would call, strange, when together. France would flirt with every woman in the world to the point of getting them in his bed, sometimes more then one at a time. But with [Name] it was different. Francis never tried to flirt with her, nor did he ever try to get her into his bed at night. He treated her with kindness and respect, well, at least as much respect as France could give. At this moment, [Name] was showing some cards that she had made. [Name] was a very creative type and loved doing crafts, and her favorite was making cards for others and special events. France was always amazed by what [Name] was able to think up and create, and everything would always turn out so beautiful, just like her.
[Name]'s smile would grow with each complement that France would give her, she enjoyed his company very much. But one thing always lingered in the back of her mind, why was it that he never flirted with her. Was she just not pretty enough, did she act too boyish, what was it? [Name] often wondered what France's lips would feel molded against hers, would they be soft or chapped. [Name] also often thought of how France would take her home and roam her body with they were locked in an never ending battle in bed. There was something inside her that just seemed to yearn for France's attention to go in a different direction. She would often smile at the complements that France gave her cards, her heart only sinking more wishing that those completes were all for herself, instead of those stupid cards.
"France, can I ask you a question?" [Name] asked, drawing France's attention towards her. He gave a soft smile and placed his hands on her shoulders of her sitting form, lowering his head to the side of her face he still smiled.
"But of course." His voice was soft like silk, which didn't help her in the slightest. Actually, it drew her desire to want him more. Her body grew hotter and hotter with each passing second, and France seemed to notice. He raised an eye and placed an hand on her head and held it there.
"Are you alright [Name] you feel a bit war-"
"Kiss me." [Name] said suddenly, catching France off guard. His eyes grew wide and his mouth was a gape, had he heard her correctly. France then pulled away and went to pull [Name] to her feet, holding her close to his chest.
"[Name], why would you want that? You are quite hot, so how do I know that it is not your fever that is the one doing the talking." France said looking down at her, his hand underneath her chin. His blue eyes were beautiful, the way they held such passion was almost too much for her. Slowly and without notice, [Name]'s lips started moving closer towards France's lips. France seen this and gave a slight frown.
"Then let me give you my fever, Francis." [Name] said, her lips inches away from his. France couldn't help but chuckle, the things you said sometimes. Slowly, your lips connected with his, the feeling of lightening rushed through your body. It felt so good, it felt so right, you loved it. You didn't hesitate, almost instantly, your arms slid up across his chest and up around his neck. France pulled you in closer into him, not leaving any room between your molded bodies. His hand sneaking down to your butt and gave a slight squeeze making you moan in the kiss. You hated the idea that he was so experience in this field, where as you hardly knew anything about it, only from what you'd seen in Germany's closet.
France broke the kiss, his lips traveling down to your neck getting another moan from you when he found your spot. Your head rolled back and you gasped out his name, you felt the smirk on your neck. You squeaked when you felt yourself being lifted up by your butt and being placed on the table behind you, knocking off and squishing some of the cards on it. You didn't care, you could pick them up and make new ones, better ones. Because the thing that had your attention right now, was France's hands unbuttoning the front of your shirt.
O////O .......wow....... <3
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