Luciole [part 6/??]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 06:28:24 UTC
In the light of small fragrant candles floating in bowls of water, she watches as he cradles her tiny bare feet in his hands, bringing one foot up to his cheek, covering first one then the other with delicate kisses. France moves confidently up her body, caressing her legs and thighs with his lips and fingers, yet she feels no shyness at this intimacy. By the time he kisses her on the lips, Taiwan eagerly returns the gesture, running her fingers through wavy hair, tasting the alcohol on his tongue, feeling the stubble on his chin against her own skin. Then his fingers undo her bra, and his hands are fondling her dainty breasts, and she blushes, though not of embarrassment.
France watches her carefully, but her eyes are fluttering closed and her lips are parted in a calm half-smile, so he assumes that she has no objections. He ducks down and applies his mouth to one rosy nipple, licking it firmly and smiling to hear her gasp of delight. His tongue traces circles around the nipple, massaging the silky skin with expert motions, and at last he gives into the temptation and sucks, rolling the flesh in between his teeth. When he moves to repeat the process on the other breast, she breathes a soft shuddering “oh” that goes straight to his groin.
Reaching down between her legs, he feels warm moistness through the silk of her underwear and smiles in triumph. Not wasting any more time, France rolls the panties down and off her legs, brings them up to his mouth and takes in a deep breath of her scent before tossing the garment aside. Now she is completely open to him, large brown eyes almost unfocussed from the intensity of her arousal, and he rubs soothing circles on her inner thighs with his thumbs before parting them and pressing his lips to the wetness awaiting him there.
Taiwan shudders when France touches his tongue to her vital regions, sending white-hot sparks running up her spine. She pants and keens helplessly as he continues teasing, knowing exactly how to lick and rub that tiny nub of sensitive flesh to give the most pleasure. Then France gently crooks a finger into her at the same time, just a shallow, exploratory motion, anticipating that same snug heat around his own hardening length. Only a few more minutes and then she climaxes with a satisfied gasp, muscles still tensing and convulsing as he continues to stroke her with his fingers, drawing out the feeling for as long as possible.
Sitting up, France licks the tips of his fingers thoughtfully, watching Taiwan as she eventually stills from the aftershock of her orgasm, catching her breath at last. She opens her eyes and gazes up at him, a blissful smile curving her lips.
There is no denying, it was good, better than anything she had ever experienced, but she is no virgin, and she knows he is holding back quite a bit, if the other nations’ off-hand comments are to be believed. “Is that all?” she asks, with a touch of faux innocence in her voice.
He snorts in amusement. “I was not sure if you wanted more, mon petit. Perhaps I might be too much for you to handle.”
She replies by shoving her foot into his chest, making him grunt slightly. “Oh, I think I can handle you, believe me.”
“If you say so. But time flies, dear Taiwan, and I must wrap up this lesson soon.”
Luciole [part 7/??]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 06:29:07 UTC
Chuckling to himself, France reaches over to the bedside table, but Taiwan grabs his wrist and kisses him instead. And before he could recover, she is already touching his aching cock with her doll-like hand, drawing him towards her eagerly, and he nearly chokes at the sensation.
“I want you, all of you… now, France, please, please,” she whispers, voice throbbing in need, and he can not resist her pleas. Holding her soft thighs apart, he gently nudges into her, almost hissing at how tight she is, pauses to let her body adjust to his size, then slides in slowly, trembling from having to restrain his desires. His patience is rewarded because she accepts him without hesitation, and so he starts to move, gradually increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts until they are both unable to stifle their moans.
He glances down once, and Taiwan happens to be looking up at the same time, and her beautiful black tresses lie tangled over the pillow and her eyelashes are long and wet and her expression is so sweet and trusting and adoring. France knows that look, has seen it before on the faces of his girls, and his heart aches unexpectedly. But then she arcs up with an ecstatic cry, rolling her hips in a fantastic manner, and the feeling of something like regret is promptly replaced with a far more pleasant one as he comes, uttering a soft contented groan.
As soon as his mind recovers from the wonderful blankness, he exhales deeply and lowers himself onto an elbow, hovering carefully over Taiwan, still drifting down from her peak. She croons something in Chinese as she wraps her arms about him tightly and buries her face into his silky gold hair, trying to remember every detail of this glow suffusing her body. It occurs to her in the few nanoseconds before France resumes peppering her face and throat with kisses that she actually did not learn anything in particular. But perhaps the experience of making love without awkwardness or discomfort or pages and pages of treaties to sign, with someone who definitely knew what he was doing… maybe that was what she really wanted.
They want to stay like this, safe in each other’s arms, but it is impossible. She has to get up and dress and get back to her room, all without anyone noticing exactly whose room she had come from. Smiling weakly, Taiwan tells him it will be no problem, for she is a master of stealth, and he has no choice but to trust her.
“Thank you, France, my charming teacher,” she breathes, even as he murmurs his appreciation at the same time. They laugh softly, kiss once more, and then she darts into the hallway on noiseless feet, a firefly dancing away into the dark of night.
He only sees her once more before the conference ends, and blows a kiss towards her that China mistakes as one meant for him. She waves back merrily as China stomps away and that is that. He does not call, and she knows better than to press the matter. Things go back to normal.
*LE GASP* I'm not too late?! Oh my god, please continue! I love you so much right now!!! God, I can't even begin to explain how much I love you!! eeeeee!!! Let me read this fic again and masturbate to it for the tenth time!!! *fangasming right now*
Luciole [part 8/??]
anonymous
December 9 2009, 22:59:37 UTC
It isn’t long before Taiwan notices something feels wrong with her body. Eight weeks later, and she can not deny the significance of her symptoms, the nausea and weight gain and mood swings and bizarre food cravings. She has been around long enough to know that nations simply do not beget other nations like humans do, so she confirms her state, several times, before making the dreaded call.
“France, if you get this message, please, please, come see me as soon as you can, I’m sorry to bother you, but it is important, and I need to talk to you. Goodbye.”
Then, and only then, Taiwan starts to cry.
He does come to Taiwan, almost immediately after he checked his voice messages and requested a vacation from his boss, and the worry he feels only increases during the taxi ride to her home in the outskirts of Taipei. When France knocks on the door, calling out Taiwan’s name softly, she flies out and throws her arms about him.
“Ma cherie, what is the problem? How can I help you?”
Through tears and sniffles, Taiwan reveals that she is possibly, most likely, pregnant with his child. France blinks and gapes at her in confusion, starts to say something, shuts his mouth, and starts again.
“I do not want to doubt a woman’s intuition, but this sort of thing is… it is impossible, Taiwan.”
“Well, I didn’t want it to happen either!” she snaps back heatedly. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she continues, “But… let us say that I really am pregnant. What do we do?”
“The first thing we are going to do… is sit down and get something to drink and eat.”
France steers her carefully towards the kitchen, and he makes her sit at the table, quickly brewing some tea and finding some biscuits to eat. Finally, Taiwan seems to have calmed down and France gently broaches the subject again.
“What do you want to do?”
“I… can’t keep the baby,” Taiwan murmurs. “I am too young, I would make a terrible mother, I just… can’t do it.”
“And… the other options?”
She stares at him and then shakes her head miserably, wringing her hands within her sleeves. “I am even more afraid.”
“Then don’t even think of it,” France whispers, reaching out to pat her soothingly on her back. “I am here now, dearest, and I will help you and the baby. You are not alone.”
“Honestly, I would have never expected it of you,” Taiwan says at last, smiling slightly.
“Ah, I even surprise myself sometimes.” France sighs, and then declares that their child will at least be incredibly good looking, to her amusement.
That night, France stays with her instead of at a hotel, and she is grateful for his comforting presence in her bed. Taiwan watches him doze off as she gradually tries to relax, her mind too full of racing thoughts for her to fall asleep right away.
“Hmm?” France mumbles, blinking sleepily. “Are you still awake, Taiwan?”
“Ah, I am sorry, I can’t stop worrying. A-am I keeping you up?”
He yawns and stretches, then winks at her suggestively. “Yes, but now that I am awake, I feel obliged to help you relax before I can go back to sleep.”
“You are so considerate, France,” she whispers back, before he leans over and kisses her tenderly.
Luciole [part 9/9]
anonymous
December 9 2009, 23:11:21 UTC
With France’s help, Taiwan attempts to put her life into order, taking things one step at a time. The worst part was informing her older brother of her pregnancy, and China is stunned by the news, showing only a brief flare of anger at France - the intruder, the traitor - before retreating back into a state of polite disbelief. China senses that the pregnancy was unexpected, yet he fears that this partnership, despite its outward innocence, could result in even more unrest between him and Taiwan. However, Taiwan tells him that he would be an uncle soon, and he mulls over that thought, slightly mollified.
“Aiyaa… you know how my leaders would feel about this, mei-mei. But… as your brother, I am happy for you.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Japan and Korea look thunderstruck when they are told some weeks later, and Vietnam is noticeably torn between delight for her sister and fury at France, of whom she could believe anything terrible. After a brief awkward silence, they suddenly ply Taiwan with questions, how long before she is due, what will she name the child, etcetera, and she laughs nervously and tries her best to answer them. At her side, France squeezes her fingers gently, and she soldiers on, accepting their well-wishes with solemn grace, promises them news as often as she could.
Even though it is supposed to be unofficial, France still buys her a ring, white gold with an array of tiny sparkling diamonds. It is prettier than the arms he once promised to her government, Taiwan decides, and she kisses his cheek in thanks.
The implications of their closeness do not go unnoticed at the next conference, and Holland and England decide that they will beat up France later, so as to not disturb Taiwan’s delicate constitution.
But it is when elderly grandmothers and independent young women alike smile at her on the streets and wish her the best with her pregnancy, that she realizes how much a small part of her misses the sound of a baby’s laughter, a lover’s arms around her, all that could help fill up the emptiness she created in her struggle to overcome her status as a nation-state and prove her worth on the world stage. She had not expected to be a mother, yet it was not unwanted. When she tells France this later, he looks at her affectionately.
“Love has a way of teaching us what we do not want to know, but should.”
“...Do you know how obnoxious you sound when you are right?”
[Sorry for the lame ending, I had no more ideas. But I hope you enjoyed it, my first time writing an Asian or het, so I probably bumbled a lot. Taiwan is not officially recognized as a nation by France (or nearly any European country), but the two do have a fairly significant history of unofficial economic and culture ties. The final paragraphs were based on the recent article on Taiwan's low birthrate, which is the lowest in the world.]
France watches her carefully, but her eyes are fluttering closed and her lips are parted in a calm half-smile, so he assumes that she has no objections. He ducks down and applies his mouth to one rosy nipple, licking it firmly and smiling to hear her gasp of delight. His tongue traces circles around the nipple, massaging the silky skin with expert motions, and at last he gives into the temptation and sucks, rolling the flesh in between his teeth. When he moves to repeat the process on the other breast, she breathes a soft shuddering “oh” that goes straight to his groin.
Reaching down between her legs, he feels warm moistness through the silk of her underwear and smiles in triumph. Not wasting any more time, France rolls the panties down and off her legs, brings them up to his mouth and takes in a deep breath of her scent before tossing the garment aside. Now she is completely open to him, large brown eyes almost unfocussed from the intensity of her arousal, and he rubs soothing circles on her inner thighs with his thumbs before parting them and pressing his lips to the wetness awaiting him there.
Taiwan shudders when France touches his tongue to her vital regions, sending white-hot sparks running up her spine. She pants and keens helplessly as he continues teasing, knowing exactly how to lick and rub that tiny nub of sensitive flesh to give the most pleasure. Then France gently crooks a finger into her at the same time, just a shallow, exploratory motion, anticipating that same snug heat around his own hardening length. Only a few more minutes and then she climaxes with a satisfied gasp, muscles still tensing and convulsing as he continues to stroke her with his fingers, drawing out the feeling for as long as possible.
Sitting up, France licks the tips of his fingers thoughtfully, watching Taiwan as she eventually stills from the aftershock of her orgasm, catching her breath at last. She opens her eyes and gazes up at him, a blissful smile curving her lips.
There is no denying, it was good, better than anything she had ever experienced, but she is no virgin, and she knows he is holding back quite a bit, if the other nations’ off-hand comments are to be believed. “Is that all?” she asks, with a touch of faux innocence in her voice.
He snorts in amusement. “I was not sure if you wanted more, mon petit. Perhaps I might be too much for you to handle.”
She replies by shoving her foot into his chest, making him grunt slightly. “Oh, I think I can handle you, believe me.”
“If you say so. But time flies, dear Taiwan, and I must wrap up this lesson soon.”
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“I want you, all of you… now, France, please, please,” she whispers, voice throbbing in need, and he can not resist her pleas. Holding her soft thighs apart, he gently nudges into her, almost hissing at how tight she is, pauses to let her body adjust to his size, then slides in slowly, trembling from having to restrain his desires. His patience is rewarded because she accepts him without hesitation, and so he starts to move, gradually increasing the pace and strength of his thrusts until they are both unable to stifle their moans.
He glances down once, and Taiwan happens to be looking up at the same time, and her beautiful black tresses lie tangled over the pillow and her eyelashes are long and wet and her expression is so sweet and trusting and adoring. France knows that look, has seen it before on the faces of his girls, and his heart aches unexpectedly. But then she arcs up with an ecstatic cry, rolling her hips in a fantastic manner, and the feeling of something like regret is promptly replaced with a far more pleasant one as he comes, uttering a soft contented groan.
As soon as his mind recovers from the wonderful blankness, he exhales deeply and lowers himself onto an elbow, hovering carefully over Taiwan, still drifting down from her peak. She croons something in Chinese as she wraps her arms about him tightly and buries her face into his silky gold hair, trying to remember every detail of this glow suffusing her body. It occurs to her in the few nanoseconds before France resumes peppering her face and throat with kisses that she actually did not learn anything in particular. But perhaps the experience of making love without awkwardness or discomfort or pages and pages of treaties to sign, with someone who definitely knew what he was doing… maybe that was what she really wanted.
They want to stay like this, safe in each other’s arms, but it is impossible. She has to get up and dress and get back to her room, all without anyone noticing exactly whose room she had come from. Smiling weakly, Taiwan tells him it will be no problem, for she is a master of stealth, and he has no choice but to trust her.
“Thank you, France, my charming teacher,” she breathes, even as he murmurs his appreciation at the same time. They laugh softly, kiss once more, and then she darts into the hallway on noiseless feet, a firefly dancing away into the dark of night.
He only sees her once more before the conference ends, and blows a kiss towards her that China mistakes as one meant for him. She waves back merrily as China stomps away and that is that. He does not call, and she knows better than to press the matter. Things go back to normal.
For a while, anyway.
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“France, if you get this message, please, please, come see me as soon as you can, I’m sorry to bother you, but it is important, and I need to talk to you. Goodbye.”
Then, and only then, Taiwan starts to cry.
He does come to Taiwan, almost immediately after he checked his voice messages and requested a vacation from his boss, and the worry he feels only increases during the taxi ride to her home in the outskirts of Taipei. When France knocks on the door, calling out Taiwan’s name softly, she flies out and throws her arms about him.
“Ma cherie, what is the problem? How can I help you?”
Through tears and sniffles, Taiwan reveals that she is possibly, most likely, pregnant with his child. France blinks and gapes at her in confusion, starts to say something, shuts his mouth, and starts again.
“I do not want to doubt a woman’s intuition, but this sort of thing is… it is impossible, Taiwan.”
“Well, I didn’t want it to happen either!” she snaps back heatedly. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she continues, “But… let us say that I really am pregnant. What do we do?”
“The first thing we are going to do… is sit down and get something to drink and eat.”
France steers her carefully towards the kitchen, and he makes her sit at the table, quickly brewing some tea and finding some biscuits to eat. Finally, Taiwan seems to have calmed down and France gently broaches the subject again.
“What do you want to do?”
“I… can’t keep the baby,” Taiwan murmurs. “I am too young, I would make a terrible mother, I just… can’t do it.”
“And… the other options?”
She stares at him and then shakes her head miserably, wringing her hands within her sleeves. “I am even more afraid.”
“Then don’t even think of it,” France whispers, reaching out to pat her soothingly on her back. “I am here now, dearest, and I will help you and the baby. You are not alone.”
“Honestly, I would have never expected it of you,” Taiwan says at last, smiling slightly.
“Ah, I even surprise myself sometimes.” France sighs, and then declares that their child will at least be incredibly good looking, to her amusement.
That night, France stays with her instead of at a hotel, and she is grateful for his comforting presence in her bed. Taiwan watches him doze off as she gradually tries to relax, her mind too full of racing thoughts for her to fall asleep right away.
“Hmm?” France mumbles, blinking sleepily. “Are you still awake, Taiwan?”
“Ah, I am sorry, I can’t stop worrying. A-am I keeping you up?”
He yawns and stretches, then winks at her suggestively. “Yes, but now that I am awake, I feel obliged to help you relax before I can go back to sleep.”
“You are so considerate, France,” she whispers back, before he leans over and kisses her tenderly.
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“Aiyaa… you know how my leaders would feel about this, mei-mei. But… as your brother, I am happy for you.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Japan and Korea look thunderstruck when they are told some weeks later, and Vietnam is noticeably torn between delight for her sister and fury at France, of whom she could believe anything terrible. After a brief awkward silence, they suddenly ply Taiwan with questions, how long before she is due, what will she name the child, etcetera, and she laughs nervously and tries her best to answer them. At her side, France squeezes her fingers gently, and she soldiers on, accepting their well-wishes with solemn grace, promises them news as often as she could.
Even though it is supposed to be unofficial, France still buys her a ring, white gold with an array of tiny sparkling diamonds. It is prettier than the arms he once promised to her government, Taiwan decides, and she kisses his cheek in thanks.
The implications of their closeness do not go unnoticed at the next conference, and Holland and England decide that they will beat up France later, so as to not disturb Taiwan’s delicate constitution.
But it is when elderly grandmothers and independent young women alike smile at her on the streets and wish her the best with her pregnancy, that she realizes how much a small part of her misses the sound of a baby’s laughter, a lover’s arms around her, all that could help fill up the emptiness she created in her struggle to overcome her status as a nation-state and prove her worth on the world stage. She had not expected to be a mother, yet it was not unwanted. When she tells France this later, he looks at her affectionately.
“Love has a way of teaching us what we do not want to know, but should.”
“...Do you know how obnoxious you sound when you are right?”
[Sorry for the lame ending, I had no more ideas. But I hope you enjoyed it, my first time writing an Asian or het, so I probably bumbled a lot. Taiwan is not officially recognized as a nation by France (or nearly any European country), but the two do have a fairly significant history of unofficial economic and culture ties. The final paragraphs were based on the recent article on Taiwan's low birthrate, which is the lowest in the world.]
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