It's a Wonderful Day to Seduce
IT ALWAYS IS Well, that's what the drabble generator said.
Remember that I RP France on DA so I used this for my France advantage. I also kinda wanted to use this icon really bad.
A Wonderful Day To Seduce
France stepped hotly out into the magnifique sunshine, and admired Angleterre's vital regions. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a beautiful sight."
Angleterre climbed off the wine and walked lustily across the grass to greet his lover. France patted Angleterre on the Eiffel Tower and then tried to seduce him sexily, but without success.
"That's all right," Angleterre said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not arousing," France. "Not as arousing as the time we seduced in a comprimising position."
Angleterre nodded sensually. "We were sparkling back in those days."
"Our eyebrowss were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," France said. "Everything seems sexy and French when you're young."
"Of course," Angleterre said. "But now we're lovely, we can still have fun. If we go about it seductively."
"Seductively?" France said . "But how?"
"With this," Angleterre said and held out a rose baguette. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to seduce."
France swallowed the baguette at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to seduce seductively. They seduced soft and as sweet-smelling as a rose's petals. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
I Saw Angleterre Kissing Santa Claus
France woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one wonderful box that looked like a baguette. Then France noticed that Angleterre was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either. France thought that he would surprise Angleterre. Maybe even sneak up behind him and seduce him on his arousing eyebrows. That always made Angleterre magnifique. France crept lustily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its lovely lights, and the presents, heaped up sexily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Angleterre. Kissing someone. France was so angry, he picked up a condom from a table and threw it hotly in a comprimising position. They both looked around.
"Angleterre, you sexy Kitten!" France yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." France looked and then rubbed his vital regions and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Angleterre said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a beautiful kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," France said sensually. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be rosy." That seemed reasonable. France went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa. Santa was the best kisser ever, soft and as sweet-smelling as a rose's petals. He made France's Eiffel Tower feel all sparkling.
"You see?" Angleterre said seductively and France saw. So they had a threeway. Everybody's presents were late.