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"_____got Francis..." Alfred said. You twirled the rose in your hands, not really paying attention until he came along and lifted your chin up, causing you to look straight into his deep blue eyes. You blushed darkly. You had heard of his reputation and to be honest, you wanted to know why he had one as such. He pulled you up and into his chest, making you blush even darker. "Come ma chérie, we have a closet to get into." He said, opening the door for you.
Once you were both inside, you were pushed gently against the wall, butterfly kisses travelling up your neck. You blushed, if possible, even darker, his stubble grazing against the skin of your collarbone. "Ma chérie, a little birdie told me you 'ave some form of crush on me~" You heard him say. "S-So what if I do??" You stuttered, feeling his hands trace your curves. You heard him chuckle, that signature laugh just made you want to throw him to the floor. But you could never do that. "Then that means I 'ave someone who won't run away~" He said, nibbling on your neck. "Now shush..." He said, kissing your jaw line. "W-Wait, can I say one more thing?" You asked. He stopped for a moment, looking at you. "J-Je t'aime.." You whispered quietly. You saw him grin in the darkness and felt his lips near your ear. "Je t'aime aussi." He said, before kissing you softly.
He may have started off soft and sweet, but this is France. It's impossible for him to stay that way very long. His tongue traced your bottom lip as his hands rested on your hips. You wrapped your arms round his neck as you opened your mouth slightly. He delved in, exploring every nook and cranny. You moaned a little, letting your hands run through his golden locks.
You let out a startled gasp when you felt him slide his hand into your jeans, rubbing slowly. Your blush turned burgundy as you moaned, louder this time. You heard him let out his signature laugh when people started cat-calling. "You're a loud one amour~" He said, sucking and biting your neck, making sure to leave a dark mark.
The doorknob turning alerted him to the fact the seven minutes were up, but he didn't stop. The door opened and he simply looked at America, who had a look of shock on his face. France then looked at you and smirked. "Fancy taking this to the bedroom ma chérie?"
Once you were both inside, you were pushed gently against the wall, butterfly kisses travelling up your neck. You blushed, if possible, even darker, his stubble grazing against the skin of your collarbone. "Ma chérie, a little birdie told me you 'ave some form of crush on me~" You heard him say. "S-So what if I do??" You stuttered, feeling his hands trace your curves. You heard him chuckle, that signature laugh just made you want to throw him to the floor. But you could never do that. "Then that means I 'ave someone who won't run away~" He said, nibbling on your neck. "Now shush..." He said, kissing your jaw line. "W-Wait, can I say one more thing?" You asked. He stopped for a moment, looking at you. "J-Je t'aime.." You whispered quietly. You saw him grin in the darkness and felt his lips near your ear. "Je t'aime aussi." He said, before kissing you softly.
He may have started off soft and sweet, but this is France. It's impossible for him to stay that way very long. His tongue traced your bottom lip as his hands rested on your hips. You wrapped your arms round his neck as you opened your mouth slightly. He delved in, exploring every nook and cranny. You moaned a little, letting your hands run through his golden locks.
You let out a startled gasp when you felt him slide his hand into your jeans, rubbing slowly. Your blush turned burgundy as you moaned, louder this time. You heard him let out his signature laugh when people started cat-calling. "You're a loud one amour~" He said, sucking and biting your neck, making sure to leave a dark mark.
The doorknob turning alerted him to the fact the seven minutes were up, but he didn't stop. The door opened and he simply looked at America, who had a look of shock on his face. France then looked at you and smirked. "Fancy taking this to the bedroom ma chérie?"
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Canada)
You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a
Little Bottle of Maple Syrup!
"This is actually really cute!" you giggle, fingering the maple leaf pressed into the glass, "Canada, is this yours?"
"Um... ya..." he blushes, stepping towards you.
"I didn't even know you came, bro!" America shouts as Prussia leads you to the closet.
"No matter, even if you just can show up, stay in there for 7 minutes!" Prussia laughs, slamming the door shut.
"I didn't just appear, I came with you, idiot." Canada says. glaring at the door.
"I knew you were here." you said quietly.
"You did?" he turns to face you, violet eyes wide in shock.
"Well, y
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Seven minutes in heaven: Prussia
The name was clear on the paper. Prussia. And wait.. There in the fine print was a short message:
I'm awesome.
You should have seen that coming from the cocky country. But you didn't, and you were suffering for it. You glared at the paper as if that would make it jump out of your hand and stop being reality. When it didn't happen your shoulders dropped and you turned to the others. America was grinning, and he was lucky you didn't know that. You'd knock that grin right off of his face.
"Prussia," you said to all of the others. Prussia looked at you, eyebrows raised, before turning away for a few moments. Things were whispered to hi
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Netherlands)
You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a...
Old Pipe.
You purse your lips, knowing exactly who it belonged to. "Netherlands, let's go." you call, already bored with this game as you shuffle to the closet. Once there, you plop down on the floor and wait for the solemn man to appear.
When he does, you feel your heart skip a beat for the blonde, and when he sits next to you, you feel like you're going to die. His scarf drapes across your lap and you shiver, causing Netherlands to wrap his arm over your shoulder. You blush wildly but still adjust yourself so that you were leaning against his chest.
Shyly, you sneak your hand towa
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Here's Francey pants! Sorry it took so long, I had major writers block which lasted ages .
I don't own you, but I'm pretty sure France does!
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I don't own you, but I'm pretty sure France does!
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The fact that Prussia has a content warning but not France just kills me XD