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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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