In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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"Such language. In that you have not changed from England, have you?" France bites off the insults, the protests building up in America's throat by finally, finally pressing that first finger inside of him.
He doesn't expect the burn, even through the oil, but then France crooks his finger, searching, and hits something that makes white stars burst it streams of fire behind America's eyes.
"Bloody hell," he swears, and catches his breath inexpertly as France grins mischievously at him. "What in the world did you just do?"
"Such a delightful virgin," France twitters, and America wants to hit him, and shoot him, and mostly just make him do that again because his penis is straining so hard it hurts.
France crooks his finger, and rubs that spot over and over.
America gives up on talking, moaning soundlessly into the sheets. His face is hotter than it's ever been, and his eyes are bleary slits, the only thing he can see is white.
He sees, feels, his chest rising and falling, and that now-familiar burn return and spread as France slides his fingers deeper inside of him. He's being stretched now, pushed open.
This is what he has been yearning for, this power and vulnerability mixed up in the twist of his gut. France is humming something else he can't quite hear, but it's soothing and infuriating all at once.
He bucks again, slowly and undone.
France clucks his tongue, and moves his fingers faster inside of him. America looses his rhythm and finds his voice, cursing low and violent.
"Patience," France blows on a kiss.
"F-fuck you," America chokes. His face is a haze of red, and through it he can only just make out France winking at him.
He slips his fingers out, and America shouts, growls, France cutting him off yet again with a playful, "This is what we're already doing, non?"
"Not at the rate you're going!"
France blows him another kiss, and begins to slick himself with oil, to the sound of America's relieved shout, triumphant as he's ever been on the field.
He watches France, bucking at air without the grounding of France's hand to steady him.
He wants this so badly that he can't control himself, and France is still as calm as ever, the only hint of his passion the state of his arousal and the burn of his eyes. He seems to take forever, but America appreciates it at the first feel of his erection bumping America's already stretched hole.
He flushes even redder, but manages to stave off any needlessly stupid questions.
France winks at him anyway, "Oh, it will fit, darling rebel," and America buries his face in the sheets.
"Shut it!"
"With that request we will get nowhere," France teases, but begins to push into him nevertheless. America groans in mixed pleasure and discomfort, and hears France hitch his breath in the same moment.
It seems tortuously long, and America feels for a moment as though he's being impaled, but France finally encases himself, panting, and then he begins to move.
America garbles incoherently, and slides his arms around France's back. He claws his fingers into the muscular flesh there, and pants against France's neck.
"Please, please," he pants, choking.
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He lets his eyes close, unseeing and bright. France slides in and out of him, rubbing that hidden spot again and sending America bucking, loosing pace.
Mere minutes pass before he's finally brought to the point of completion, and his seed spills out onto both of their stomachs, sticky and warm.
He continues to move his hips, letting his exhausted hands rub at France's arse.
His eyes slide open, unfocused at first, before he zooms in on the pleasure of France's face, all hardened jaw and soft, spent lips. His hair is almost curling at his throat, and his eyes are shut.
America leans forward, pushing himself up on his elbows, and takes his mouth. France moans, shocked, into his tongue, and his thrusts become more erratic, closer to the edge.
"Please, please," America chants into his mouth, licking at his lips enticingly. "Now."
France shouts, sobs almost, and America can feel him suddenly swelling and spitting inside of him. His body shudders above him, and America falls, his arms collapsing, overwhelmed by the strange sensations.
He pants, and France shakes and catches his breath in time. His face is all aglow, his eyes sleeping, basking in the lingering pleasure of orgasm.
America falls deeper into the sheets, and not so long after France pulls out of him, making America hiss uncomfortably. "Apologies, cher," France mutters, curling into America's side.
"That was wonderful," America tells him, feeling stupid and happy and uncaring.
"Oui."
France is like a sleeping cat, all sedated warmth and limbs tangling into America's own. He pets his fingers through France's waves, and smiles, suddenly sleepy himself.
He thinks, this is a wonderful price to pay for everything France is doing for him.
In the dimming light of the bedroom, with the smell of sex and the pleasure and new pain of the afterglow, America can almost forget that this is more than just warfare and alliance negotiations.
He can forget, just for a moment, that tomorrow he will be on a ship back to his homeland, where he is truly needed, leaving France to fight England here in Europe until the end of the war. He wishes differently, maybe, but this is the way it is for countries, especially new ones such as himself.
His fingers curl tighter into France's hair, and he finally sleeps.
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*hides face* I really hope that was okay and everyone enjoys it. Haha, being anon is nerve-wrecking.
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France winks at him anyway, "Oh, it will fit, darling rebel," and America buries his face in the sheets.
"Shut it!"
Your characterization was what made it sogood ♥
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BRAVO, ANON! Wonderful all around!
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YES.
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