An improvement to England's cooking at any rate (part 1/?)
anonymous
September 30 2009, 02:09:25 UTC
Um. So I've started this. I've never written a fic before I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO AWFUL. Have school n' stuff, but it should be done this weekend.
“I know a fun game to play” Francis whispered huskily into the ear of yet another nation during the break of the most recent world meeting.
It had been a busy day. First Arthur, whom he’d bumped into getting breakfast in the hotel lounge that morning. Then Alfred, of course, who’d shown up moments later and had wanted to know what Arthur was blushing about.
Spain and Prussia had been all too easy to convince, both of them already used to the Frenchman’s rather creative mindset-so used to, in fact, that they joined his cause almost immediately.
Prussia had mentioned the idea to Germany-who had wanted nothing to do with it-but when Feliciano found out, (and begged and pleaded), it wasn’t like he was just going to let him do it alone…
Feliciano’s participation helped to persuade Romano, who had so far resisted Spain’s advances-though he still wasn’t too keen on the idea.
Francis had been the one to tell Yao and Kiku, passing them lewd notes throughout the meeting. It had been worth it to see the expressions on their faces as they read the contents-even worth the one heart-stopping moment where Ivan intercepted the note, expression remaining stoic as he looked over Francis’ elegant scrawl and extremely dirty words until neatly refolding it and passing it along.
And now, of course, he was telling Matthieu, his dear sweet Matthieu-so innocent, so inexperienced-well that was all going to change, wasn’t it? Canada blushed furiously as Francis relayed the finer details of the ‘game’. He glanced hesitantly around them to make sure any of the other nations didn’t overhear, and then his eyes moved back to Francis, smiling Francis. Indigo eyes and cherry red lips pulling into a predatory grin asking, Oh please come Matthieu, it will be so much fun…
“I know a fun game to play” Francis whispered huskily into the ear of yet another nation during the break of the most recent world meeting.
It had been a busy day. First Arthur, whom he’d bumped into getting breakfast in the hotel lounge that morning. Then Alfred, of course, who’d shown up moments later and had wanted to know what Arthur was blushing about.
Spain and Prussia had been all too easy to convince, both of them already used to the Frenchman’s rather creative mindset-so used to, in fact, that they joined his cause almost immediately.
Prussia had mentioned the idea to Germany-who had wanted nothing to do with it-but when Feliciano found out, (and begged and pleaded), it wasn’t like he was just going to let him do it alone…
Feliciano’s participation helped to persuade Romano, who had so far resisted Spain’s advances-though he still wasn’t too keen on the idea.
Francis had been the one to tell Yao and Kiku, passing them lewd notes throughout the meeting. It had been worth it to see the expressions on their faces as they read the contents-even worth the one heart-stopping moment where Ivan intercepted the note, expression remaining stoic as he looked over Francis’ elegant scrawl and extremely dirty words until neatly refolding it and passing it along.
And now, of course, he was telling Matthieu, his dear sweet Matthieu-so innocent, so inexperienced-well that was all going to change, wasn’t it? Canada blushed furiously as Francis relayed the finer details of the ‘game’. He glanced hesitantly around them to make sure any of the other nations didn’t overhear, and then his eyes moved back to Francis, smiling Francis. Indigo eyes and cherry red lips pulling into a predatory grin asking, Oh please come Matthieu, it will be so much fun…
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