Reality, or Fiction? [1/?]
anonymous
April 10 2009, 04:32:46 UTC
Excuse my BabelFish translator French. 0____0;
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Francis crept quietly into the oriental-style bedroom, looking around curiously at the way the room was set up. He opened up the Japanese man's closet, immediately, as if by instinct, grabbing the hidden chest underneath a pile of neatly folded yukatas. A smirk wiped across his face, as he opened the small chest, hentai and other kinds of porn filled his vision.
Francis admitted, even he ran out of ideas to spice up the bedroom at times; and even though the Asian man didn't seem like the type, he was quite the writer at erotica. He picked up the cover of one he had read before, moving them aside for new novels an such, until something caught his eye. He moved the other books and pulled out the laminated cover, his smirk growing wider at the people plastered on it.
There they were, in Japanese anime form, big eyes and coloured brightly; the two nations, he snickered at the thought, Arthur and Alfred, in the most suggesting position. He let a small chuckle escape his lips, at the sight of the British man's bright red face, and Alfred's carefree, yet predatory grin to the other male. He opened up the the manga, skimming through the pages and couldn't help but get steamy thoughts from the detailed scenes.
After finishing the manga, he started searching for more, eventually found more. One that had featured the stoic German and the Bubbly Italian, and the second one he'd managed to find contained what seemed to be his once beloved Spaniard and the other, more stubborn, older Italian. Both of the mangas drawn in differently, the one with Ludwig with sharp, clear lines and the one with Antonio, very soft, aiming for what seemed to be a 'cute' look. The smirk on his face enlarged; as he read through the mangas, an idea appeared... what if these plots actually worked?
He grinned to himself, 'génie Francis, génie'
Francis returned everything back to it's orginal spots and quickly left the room, but still keeping the mangas in his inside coat pocket.
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The next morning, he set up a meet with the two, like it was in the book, with Arthur and Alfred. The american was glad to, but it took more convincing for Arthrur to come; hearing the name Alfred was enough to make him say no with any hesitation. When he reached the meeting point, he already noticed the scowl on Arthur's face, and the cocky grin on Alfred's. Perfect.
"Ah, Arthur, Alfred! Bon pour vous voir tous les deux!" He greeted, smiling suggestively at them and winking once.
"Oh, talk in english you frog, we can't understand a bloody word you're saying." Arthur retorted, crossing his arms together and his scowl deepening.
"Hey there Francis! So where are we goin' again?" Alfred greeted, a hint of a southern accent, but not enough to be noticable. Francis smiled, a mischevious glint in his twinkling blue eyes.
"Well, I want to show you a restaurant, quite the food there I hear... " He said, his voice low, yet cheery. "Shall we go?" He asked. Arthur rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms across his chest.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." The Englishman muttered, taking the other man's lead. Alfred nodded vigorously, as he also started to follow Francis, everything was going as planned, and Francis knew it. He called up a cab and it pulled in quickly, the three of them getting inside, Francis making sure he got the front seat. Francis watched as Arthur flinched everytime Alfred switched positions and got closer to the other male subconciously. It's not like the oblivious American could help it. He snickered quietly.
In 10 minutes, they got to the restaurant, and immediately, Arthur was suspicious. "I don't know about this, it's a little bit shady... " He murmured, looking at the dim-lit restaurant with doubt in his eyes.
"Lighten up, Iggy!" Alfred said, patting Athur on the back with a grin. "It's not like Francis is gonna set us up or anything... " Arthur blushed a healthy shade of pink and nervously nodded, pressing his mouth together into a tight line. The British man nodded and walked inside, refusing to look at the him.
'Ah, if only they knew... ' Francis thought, smiling as he watched a waitress set them up like he had planned. He laughed.
Reality, or Fiction? [2/?]
anonymous
April 10 2009, 06:21:39 UTC
Then, also as planned, Francis' cellphone rang, and he answered, chattering seriously like he was needed by his boss. He motioned the waiter, and he nodded and went for the two blondes again, telling them their friend wouldn't be joining them.
Of course, before he left, he made sure that this was the restaurant famed for it's drinks which contained more alchohol that necessary. He felt a bit sorry for the American having to deal with a drunk, half angry, half ranting Arthur. But Francis knew that the British man had harboured feelings for the other male, if it went smooth, the ending would be perfect.
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The G8 meeting that week had been a little bit quiet... okay, a lot quiet, because Alfred and Arthur weren't arguing like they usually were. It was actually a little bit awkward.
Ludwig stepped up to the front of the confrence room and cleared his throat loudly, causing all the nations to look up simultaneously and watching the german with intent.
"Uhm, ahem, anyone have any opening statements?" He asked awkwardly. There was a brush of clothing, like an arm raising, and Ludwig covered his face with his palm. "Feliciano, Pasta does not count as an opening statement." Then it was silent again. "... Okay then, I will start. I will bring up the state the economy is in right now. More people losing the will spend making our economy decrease at an alarming rate, and I propose a... "
As Ludwig started his topic discussion, Francis watched as Arthur looked away from Alfred, who was in the seat right across, crossing his arms tightly on his chest and blushing just a little bit. Alfred was in a similar position, but he was less subtle; his elbow propped up on the table and his gloved hand covering his mouth as his gaze shifted on and away from the British man.
Francis let an amused smile creep up to his face, snickering, Arthur noticing immediately and shooting a glare at his direction. Alfred stared up at Ludwig, it was giving him something to focus on, and away from Arthur.
Francis was pretty sure his plan worked out fine. From underneath the table his pulled out the manga from the inside of his coat, and he looked at it from underneath the table, he looked up the two, and down at the last pages, exactly the same. He smiled even more.
Next up, Ludwig and Feliciano.
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After the meeting had ended, he caught up with the pasta loving Italian, and kept a package of special white sauce behind his back. "Feliciano! Feliciano!" He called, and the bubbly Italian whirled around, a grin on his face for seeing his nii-san.
"Ah, Francis-nii-san!" He greeted, before hugging the taller male, a very Italian thing. Francis returned the hug, laughing at the brightness of the cheerful Feliciano.
"Feliciano, I have brought something very special for you... " He started, pulling away from the hug and smiling mischeviously once again. The grin on Feliciano's face seemed to brighten even more, starting to hop in excitement.
"What! What!" Demanded the cheerful Italian, coaxing on Francis. Francis pulled the special white sauce and handed it to the Italian, Feliciano gasping in mixed surprise and happiness. "Thank you, thank you Francis-nii-san!" Feliciano cried, jumping onto the Frenchman for another hug.
"You are welcome, but be very careful. It's special." Francis said, smiling at the Italian. Feliciano nodded eagerly, grinning widely.
"I'll eat it with Ludwig! Because Francis-nii-san gave it!" Feliciano skipped off, rambling on about how great the dinner would be and how proud Ludwig would be. France laughed, and he pulled out the manga to himself, just like the book.
"Francis, stop looking at dirty books." A familiar voice called. Francis jolted, and whirled, laughing nervously as the hid the book.
Matthew rolled his eyes, his look questioning, but a smile added to the mix. Francis had to admit, it was sort of... cute. "Don't you have other stuff to do?" Matthew asked, pushing up his falling glasses and staring at Francis, a stack of paper in arms.
Reality, or Fiction? [3/?]
anonymous
April 11 2009, 07:22:21 UTC
Francis laughed nervously; scratching the back of his head while hiding the manga behind his back.
"Of course, but my economy is not as bad as yours and Alfred's are, mon chere," He said, leaning towards the shorter blonde and tilting his head up. As he expected, a blush spread across the canadian's face, his eyes widening noticably.
"G-god Francis!" Matthew growled, pulling away, expression switching to a frown. Francis laughed out loud, poking the younger male on the forehead.
"I can see why Alfred likes to tease you so much Matthieu; it's quite easy." Francis said, Matthew frowning at him, his face still red. He whirled around, the papers in his hands making a shuffling noise as he started to walk away.
"I hate it when he does that... " He muttered loud enough for Francis to hear, gritting his teeth together and stomping off. Francis smiled at him, the boy didn't know how adorable he really was.
Then he headed off in the opposite direction, skimming through a few pages of a the manga.
Last couple, Antonio and Romano.
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Later that night, Francis got a call from Ludwig. He told him never to give Feliciano anything, ever. Then the phone line went dead.
Francis went to sleep laughing that night.
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The next day, in the late afternoon, Francis arrived at Antonio's house, left some pasta and a rigged plate; leaving a note saying Antonio to give the plate to Romano. Then he skipped out of the house, as if he'd never even been there; and went home. Francis returned that night because this one, he actually wanted to see.
Later that night, Francis crept outside the house, trying to find a good view of the dining table. After finding one, he kept most of his body hidden the bushes, and peeked; he saw Romano sitting on the table, an impatient frown on his face. Not too long later, Antonio walked in, holding two plates of fresh pasta, giving Romano the rigged plate and the normal one to himself.
Romano seemed to yell something at Antonio, and Antonio smiled sheepishly, sitting down across from the italian. It seemed like, he had yelled at Antonio for being to slow; and Antonio had apologized. Francis snickered.
The two ate in a almost silence, Antonio being the one bringing up topics for discussion and Romano barely replying to any of them. After a few minutes, Romano squinted at his pasta noticing the noodles shake a little.
"What the... " Francis could see him mouth.
Suddenly the pasta was flung at him, splattering tomato sauce and noodles all over him.
Sauce covered his face, and noodles tangled in his brown hair, one hanging off of his curly unruly hair, and a priceless expression of shock on his face. Antonio, of course, burst in laughter; his eyes tearing up and face getting red from the lack of oxygen while laughing. It took all of Francis' will power, and back-up will power, to not laugh at Romano's pasta covered face.
Romano scowled and shouted at Antonio, his face now bright red in embarassment. A few minutes later, Antonio had stopped laughing, taking in deep gusts of breath to calm himself down, as Romano glared at him, his scowl intense. Then, suddenly, Antonio stood up from his seat and walked around the table towards the Italian, leaning his face in close. Without warning, the Spaniard licked some off of the pasta sauce off the other's face, the blush on the said face getting darker.
Antonio picked a noodle off of his hair curl, intentionally brushing his fingers on the hair, making the Italian flinch and start tremble. There was a sudden clutter of a chair falling, a shuffle of clothes getting pressed against each other by tangling limbs. Francis took a small mental picture and snuck away; he was so painting that when he got back to his home.
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On his way back to his home, he took a small trip back to Kiku's home, to put back the stolen manga. He opened up the chest and placed them deep inside like they were before. But before he closed it, a new manga caught his eye. 2 very familiar people on the cover...
Reality, or Fiction? [4/5]
anonymous
April 15 2009, 00:15:58 UTC
Francis picked it up, squinting at the cover then a predatory grin breaking across his face.
'Oh hoho... what is this, dear Kiku?' Francis thought, staring at the manga-drawn version of himself, and the very same adorable Canadian in his arms, flushing a soft pink. The Frenchman could here coming footsteps, a soft padding of feet across the hardwood; made Francis close the chest in a hurry, putting all the stuff back and jumping out the barely open rice-paper door. He closed it shut with a quiet clack of wood banging against each other, and jumped over the short gate made of iron bars. 'Home free!' Francis thought, grinning like a maniac.
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The next morning, Francis picked up the manga and read through it; noticing the Francis the in book was a lot like him. Damn, Kiku was good.
Francis also couldn't help but chuckle at Matthew's snarky attitude in the book, always switching to embarassed and to snapping up witty remarks. It was actually quite convincing. So today, Francis had called up the half-french nation for some lunch at his house, and the Canadian was too polite to pass it up. He'd just have to highlight the lunch with some Maple Wine, Francis grinned at the sight of the bottle.
After preparing everything, the food still hot in kitchen; the Canadian had arrive only a few mere minutes, wearing a casual, bright red hoodie and jeans, carrying the white bear in his arms. Stopped in a mid-knock, Matthew looked up the taller blonde, flushing lightly.
"Ah, Hi Francis." Matthew said, bringing his hand down and adjusting his glasses. Francis smiled and let the younger man inside, Matthew hesitantly stepping into the house.
"Welcome Matthieu~ Follow me if you will... " The Frenchman said, his voice alluring, walking towards the dining table which was a wall away from the kitchen. Matthew gulped and nodded; he was slightly nervous as well, Francis usually only had lunch with people at his house with... people that he wanted to sleep with. It made the Canadian extremely uneasy.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't wear much... I thought it was casual... " The Canadian mumbled, fidgeting with his hoodie, and clutching the bear tightly to his chest. Francis laughed at Matthew, waving his hand dismissively at him.
"Non, non, it is fine." Francis said, a reassuring smile on his face. Matthew blinked and nodded, taking a seat on the wooden table, covered a white cloth. He straightened out his hoodie with his hands, feeling his face relatively warm. "Just let me get the food... "
In a few seconds, Francis reappeared carrying two plates of steaming food in his hand, serving on to Matthew and setting one down in front of himself.
"Ah, Thank you... " Matthew said, snapping out of his trance and picking up a fork, then before he could touch the food; France snapped at him.
"Proper eating posture, mon peu canadien~" Francis said, smiling. Matthew huffed and straightened up, his grip on the fork now more easy as he picked up one piece of fish and popped it into his mouth. "Well, Matthieu?"
Matthew was the too busy basking in the taste of the season salmon fillet which he had just tried. It was like heaven in his mouth.
"I-it's really good... " He mumbled, getting embarassed as he saw Francis' smug smile. "Ahem, I mean.. " He chewed the inside of his cheek, getting redder by the second. Francis chuckled, then stood up, taking two wine glasses from the cupboard and opening the maple wine.
"Here, cher," He said, pouring a small amount into one of the glasses and handing it Matthew. Francis knew that Matthew was hard to get drunk, even tipsy for that matter; no wonder the age of drinking there was 19. "Have some, it is your, favouri."
The Canadian took a sip and smiled, he knew it was maple wine, and it was expensive, so he was flattered that Francis had bought it. He blinked at Francis who poured himself some, then took a sip before smiling suggestively at the Canadian.
"Ah, um, Francis, I-- " Matthew was cut off by another pair of lips mashing onto his. The shorter blonde shivered at tongue swiping across his lips, then opening them with a gentle flick.
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Francis crept quietly into the oriental-style bedroom, looking around curiously at the way the room was set up. He opened up the Japanese man's closet, immediately, as if by instinct, grabbing the hidden chest underneath a pile of neatly folded yukatas. A smirk wiped across his face, as he opened the small chest, hentai and other kinds of porn filled his vision.
Francis admitted, even he ran out of ideas to spice up the bedroom at times; and even though the Asian man didn't seem like the type, he was quite the writer at erotica. He picked up the cover of one he had read before, moving them aside for new novels an such, until something caught his eye. He moved the other books and pulled out the laminated cover, his smirk growing wider at the people plastered on it.
There they were, in Japanese anime form, big eyes and coloured brightly; the two nations, he snickered at the thought, Arthur and Alfred, in the most suggesting position. He let a small chuckle escape his lips, at the sight of the British man's bright red face, and Alfred's carefree, yet predatory grin to the other male. He opened up the the manga, skimming through the pages and couldn't help but get steamy thoughts from the detailed scenes.
After finishing the manga, he started searching for more, eventually found more. One that had featured the stoic German and the Bubbly Italian, and the second one he'd managed to find contained what seemed to be his once beloved Spaniard and the other, more stubborn, older Italian. Both of the mangas drawn in differently, the one with Ludwig with sharp, clear lines and the one with Antonio, very soft, aiming for what seemed to be a 'cute' look. The smirk on his face enlarged; as he read through the mangas, an idea appeared... what if these plots actually worked?
He grinned to himself, 'génie Francis, génie'
Francis returned everything back to it's orginal spots and quickly left the room, but still keeping the mangas in his inside coat pocket.
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The next morning, he set up a meet with the two, like it was in the book, with Arthur and Alfred. The american was glad to, but it took more convincing for Arthrur to come; hearing the name Alfred was enough to make him say no with any hesitation. When he reached the meeting point, he already noticed the scowl on Arthur's face, and the cocky grin on Alfred's. Perfect.
"Ah, Arthur, Alfred! Bon pour vous voir tous les deux!" He greeted, smiling suggestively at them and winking once.
"Oh, talk in english you frog, we can't understand a bloody word you're saying." Arthur retorted, crossing his arms together and his scowl deepening.
"Hey there Francis! So where are we goin' again?" Alfred greeted, a hint of a southern accent, but not enough to be noticable. Francis smiled, a mischevious glint in his twinkling blue eyes.
"Well, I want to show you a restaurant, quite the food there I hear... " He said, his voice low, yet cheery. "Shall we go?" He asked. Arthur rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms across his chest.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." The Englishman muttered, taking the other man's lead. Alfred nodded vigorously, as he also started to follow Francis, everything was going as planned, and Francis knew it. He called up a cab and it pulled in quickly, the three of them getting inside, Francis making sure he got the front seat. Francis watched as Arthur flinched everytime Alfred switched positions and got closer to the other male subconciously. It's not like the oblivious American could help it. He snickered quietly.
In 10 minutes, they got to the restaurant, and immediately, Arthur was suspicious. "I don't know about this, it's a little bit shady... " He murmured, looking at the dim-lit restaurant with doubt in his eyes.
"Lighten up, Iggy!" Alfred said, patting Athur on the back with a grin. "It's not like Francis is gonna set us up or anything... " Arthur blushed a healthy shade of pink and nervously nodded, pressing his mouth together into a tight line. The British man nodded and walked inside, refusing to look at the him.
'Ah, if only they knew... ' Francis thought, smiling as he watched a waitress set them up like he had planned. He laughed.
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Of course, before he left, he made sure that this was the restaurant famed for it's drinks which contained more alchohol that necessary. He felt a bit sorry for the American having to deal with a drunk, half angry, half ranting Arthur. But Francis knew that the British man had harboured feelings for the other male, if it went smooth, the ending would be perfect.
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The G8 meeting that week had been a little bit quiet... okay, a lot quiet, because Alfred and Arthur weren't arguing like they usually were. It was actually a little bit awkward.
Ludwig stepped up to the front of the confrence room and cleared his throat loudly, causing all the nations to look up simultaneously and watching the german with intent.
"Uhm, ahem, anyone have any opening statements?" He asked awkwardly. There was a brush of clothing, like an arm raising, and Ludwig covered his face with his palm. "Feliciano, Pasta does not count as an opening statement." Then it was silent again. "... Okay then, I will start. I will bring up the state the economy is in right now. More people losing the will spend making our economy decrease at an alarming rate, and I propose a... "
As Ludwig started his topic discussion, Francis watched as Arthur looked away from Alfred, who was in the seat right across, crossing his arms tightly on his chest and blushing just a little bit. Alfred was in a similar position, but he was less subtle; his elbow propped up on the table and his gloved hand covering his mouth as his gaze shifted on and away from the British man.
Francis let an amused smile creep up to his face, snickering, Arthur noticing immediately and shooting a glare at his direction. Alfred stared up at Ludwig, it was giving him something to focus on, and away from Arthur.
Francis was pretty sure his plan worked out fine. From underneath the table his pulled out the manga from the inside of his coat, and he looked at it from underneath the table, he looked up the two, and down at the last pages, exactly the same. He smiled even more.
Next up, Ludwig and Feliciano.
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After the meeting had ended, he caught up with the pasta loving Italian, and kept a package of special white sauce behind his back. "Feliciano! Feliciano!" He called, and the bubbly Italian whirled around, a grin on his face for seeing his nii-san.
"Ah, Francis-nii-san!" He greeted, before hugging the taller male, a very Italian thing. Francis returned the hug, laughing at the brightness of the cheerful Feliciano.
"Feliciano, I have brought something very special for you... " He started, pulling away from the hug and smiling mischeviously once again. The grin on Feliciano's face seemed to brighten even more, starting to hop in excitement.
"What! What!" Demanded the cheerful Italian, coaxing on Francis. Francis pulled the special white sauce and handed it to the Italian, Feliciano gasping in mixed surprise and happiness. "Thank you, thank you Francis-nii-san!" Feliciano cried, jumping onto the Frenchman for another hug.
"You are welcome, but be very careful. It's special." Francis said, smiling at the Italian. Feliciano nodded eagerly, grinning widely.
"I'll eat it with Ludwig! Because Francis-nii-san gave it!" Feliciano skipped off, rambling on about how great the dinner would be and how proud Ludwig would be. France laughed, and he pulled out the manga to himself, just like the book.
"Francis, stop looking at dirty books." A familiar voice called. Francis jolted, and whirled, laughing nervously as the hid the book.
Matthew rolled his eyes, his look questioning, but a smile added to the mix. Francis had to admit, it was sort of... cute. "Don't you have other stuff to do?" Matthew asked, pushing up his falling glasses and staring at Francis, a stack of paper in arms.
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OP IS HAVING A CORONARY.
ANON I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH.
asdfghjklasdfghjkl; CAN'T WAIT FOR MOAAAAR, THIS IS SO EPIC.
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I'm so glad.
I know I have terrible grammer though...
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Awesome job! So cute so cute so cute~
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"Of course, but my economy is not as bad as yours and Alfred's are, mon chere," He said, leaning towards the shorter blonde and tilting his head up. As he expected, a blush spread across the canadian's face, his eyes widening noticably.
"G-god Francis!" Matthew growled, pulling away, expression switching to a frown. Francis laughed out loud, poking the younger male on the forehead.
"I can see why Alfred likes to tease you so much Matthieu; it's quite easy." Francis said, Matthew frowning at him, his face still red. He whirled around, the papers in his hands making a shuffling noise as he started to walk away.
"I hate it when he does that... " He muttered loud enough for Francis to hear, gritting his teeth together and stomping off. Francis smiled at him, the boy didn't know how adorable he really was.
Then he headed off in the opposite direction, skimming through a few pages of a the manga.
Last couple, Antonio and Romano.
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Later that night, Francis got a call from Ludwig. He told him never to give Feliciano anything, ever. Then the phone line went dead.
Francis went to sleep laughing that night.
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The next day, in the late afternoon, Francis arrived at Antonio's house, left some pasta and a rigged plate; leaving a note saying Antonio to give the plate to Romano. Then he skipped out of the house, as if he'd never even been there; and went home. Francis returned that night because this one, he actually wanted to see.
Later that night, Francis crept outside the house, trying to find a good view of the dining table. After finding one, he kept most of his body hidden the bushes, and peeked; he saw Romano sitting on the table, an impatient frown on his face. Not too long later, Antonio walked in, holding two plates of fresh pasta, giving Romano the rigged plate and the normal one to himself.
Romano seemed to yell something at Antonio, and Antonio smiled sheepishly, sitting down across from the italian. It seemed like, he had yelled at Antonio for being to slow; and Antonio had apologized. Francis snickered.
The two ate in a almost silence, Antonio being the one bringing up topics for discussion and Romano barely replying to any of them. After a few minutes, Romano squinted at his pasta noticing the noodles shake a little.
"What the... " Francis could see him mouth.
Suddenly the pasta was flung at him, splattering tomato sauce and noodles all over him.
Sauce covered his face, and noodles tangled in his brown hair, one hanging off of his curly unruly hair, and a priceless expression of shock on his face. Antonio, of course, burst in laughter; his eyes tearing up and face getting red from the lack of oxygen while laughing. It took all of Francis' will power, and back-up will power, to not laugh at Romano's pasta covered face.
Romano scowled and shouted at Antonio, his face now bright red in embarassment. A few minutes later, Antonio had stopped laughing, taking in deep gusts of breath to calm himself down, as Romano glared at him, his scowl intense. Then, suddenly, Antonio stood up from his seat and walked around the table towards the Italian, leaning his face in close. Without warning, the Spaniard licked some off of the pasta sauce off the other's face, the blush on the said face getting darker.
Antonio picked a noodle off of his hair curl, intentionally brushing his fingers on the hair, making the Italian flinch and start tremble. There was a sudden clutter of a chair falling, a shuffle of clothes getting pressed against each other by tangling limbs. Francis took a small mental picture and snuck away; he was so painting that when he got back to his home.
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On his way back to his home, he took a small trip back to Kiku's home, to put back the stolen manga. He opened up the chest and placed them deep inside like they were before. But before he closed it, a new manga caught his eye. 2 very familiar people on the cover...
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'Oh hoho... what is this, dear Kiku?' Francis thought, staring at the manga-drawn version of himself, and the very same adorable Canadian in his arms, flushing a soft pink. The Frenchman could here coming footsteps, a soft padding of feet across the hardwood; made Francis close the chest in a hurry, putting all the stuff back and jumping out the barely open rice-paper door. He closed it shut with a quiet clack of wood banging against each other, and jumped over the short gate made of iron bars. 'Home free!' Francis thought, grinning like a maniac.
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The next morning, Francis picked up the manga and read through it; noticing the Francis the in book was a lot like him. Damn, Kiku was good.
Francis also couldn't help but chuckle at Matthew's snarky attitude in the book, always switching to embarassed and to snapping up witty remarks. It was actually quite convincing. So today, Francis had called up the half-french nation for some lunch at his house, and the Canadian was too polite to pass it up. He'd just have to highlight the lunch with some Maple Wine, Francis grinned at the sight of the bottle.
After preparing everything, the food still hot in kitchen; the Canadian had arrive only a few mere minutes, wearing a casual, bright red hoodie and jeans, carrying the white bear in his arms. Stopped in a mid-knock, Matthew looked up the taller blonde, flushing lightly.
"Ah, Hi Francis." Matthew said, bringing his hand down and adjusting his glasses. Francis smiled and let the younger man inside, Matthew hesitantly stepping into the house.
"Welcome Matthieu~ Follow me if you will... " The Frenchman said, his voice alluring, walking towards the dining table which was a wall away from the kitchen. Matthew gulped and nodded; he was slightly nervous as well, Francis usually only had lunch with people at his house with... people that he wanted to sleep with. It made the Canadian extremely uneasy.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't wear much... I thought it was casual... " The Canadian mumbled, fidgeting with his hoodie, and clutching the bear tightly to his chest. Francis laughed at Matthew, waving his hand dismissively at him.
"Non, non, it is fine." Francis said, a reassuring smile on his face. Matthew blinked and nodded, taking a seat on the wooden table, covered a white cloth. He straightened out his hoodie with his hands, feeling his face relatively warm. "Just let me get the food... "
In a few seconds, Francis reappeared carrying two plates of steaming food in his hand, serving on to Matthew and setting one down in front of himself.
"Ah, Thank you... " Matthew said, snapping out of his trance and picking up a fork, then before he could touch the food; France snapped at him.
"Proper eating posture, mon peu canadien~" Francis said, smiling. Matthew huffed and straightened up, his grip on the fork now more easy as he picked up one piece of fish and popped it into his mouth. "Well, Matthieu?"
Matthew was the too busy basking in the taste of the season salmon fillet which he had just tried. It was like heaven in his mouth.
"I-it's really good... " He mumbled, getting embarassed as he saw Francis' smug smile. "Ahem, I mean.. " He chewed the inside of his cheek, getting redder by the second. Francis chuckled, then stood up, taking two wine glasses from the cupboard and opening the maple wine.
"Here, cher," He said, pouring a small amount into one of the glasses and handing it Matthew. Francis knew that Matthew was hard to get drunk, even tipsy for that matter; no wonder the age of drinking there was 19. "Have some, it is your, favouri."
The Canadian took a sip and smiled, he knew it was maple wine, and it was expensive, so he was flattered that Francis had bought it. He blinked at Francis who poured himself some, then took a sip before smiling suggestively at the Canadian.
"Ah, um, Francis, I-- " Matthew was cut off by another pair of lips mashing onto his. The shorter blonde shivered at tongue swiping across his lips, then opening them with a gentle flick.
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SHIT THIS MEME NEEDS MORE FRANCE/CANADA!
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BC, Sask, Ontario and the Maritimes are all 19.
Alberta, Manitoba and Quebec have a legal drinking age of 18.
But that's irrelevant.
WHAT I REALLY WANT TO SAY IS THAT THIS IS EXCELLENT STUFF AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO UPDATE! :D
I don't even ship these two but GAH IT'S FANTASTIC.
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I was being an ignorant canadian, (Like usual) and forgot about the other drinking age.
Stupid writer anon.
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