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FrUk (France X England)

England was currently in a tight situation. He was currently hiding in a closet, and was in a dress. The reason behind that was that he and America got into a random argument about England needing to go out more. While finding someone, America noticed that England was bisexual. The american tried many women but they didn't seem to catch the stubborn Brit's eye. So Alfred tried men. That didnt end well either as the mighty UK was seen to be the submissive in a male male relationship.

The American grew more determined and set England up with a few dominant males. Which the situation either ended up with the Brit or the other male being unsatisfied. Alfred wasnt going to give up just yet and figured he had to set England up with a person he already knew very well, England seemed to have a liking to blue eyed blonds and was able to put up with the Brit. That was going to be easy, France was the only person who fit that profile very easily. So naturally, the burger loving american set England on another blind date (France needing no persuasion). Alfred came up with the WONDERFUL idea of making England dress up. Which the Brit didn't have time to object before being handed a box and shoved into a restroom. The confused Brit stared at the contents of the box after opening it, sighing, the small male changed into the dress and accessories provided.

And that's where we are now. After england finished dressing, he stayed in the bathroom thinking things through. Building up a bit of courage he exited the bathroom with his original clothes in the box the dress came in. Alfred smiled and blindfolded the Brit before escorting him towards the car and driving to the resturaunt set up for the two lucky males.

The cross dressing male was soon taken inside the resturaunt and placed in the reserved table where Francis was already waiting. Francis made sure to stay quiet as the Brit was getting his blindfold taken off. Once it was off France smirked as he saw England look at him with a blush and wide eyes. The Brit tried to stand up but didn't want to cause attention so he just talked deadly silent,"Alfred F. Jones....why am I here with Francis?"

Said american paled and started explaining and trailed off,"well you see...." The Brit sighed and cut him off,"its fine. You set me up, I have to go through with it and tell you what I think after this is over."
France stayed quiet until Alfred nodded and walked off making sure to tell the manager to get a bottle of wine ready for a certain Brit. Arthur cleared his throat and blushed slightly,"So Francis, uh. How did Alfred get you in this?" France smirked wider at the question,"well you see Mon Cheri I needed no persuasion, I willingly came here for a bit of amour." Arthur tensed but nodded, letting their conversation and dinner go as smoothly As possible. Until the wine arrived.

~le time skip~

Francis lifted a certain drunk Brit and walked out of the resturaunt. The Frenchman sighed happily at the Brit hugging him and blabbing about random things. It was until what the Brit had started saying that caught the Frenchman's attention. "Francis. I never really hated you...it was just a cover up of what my real feelings were and I actually really like you. That's why I always got mad when you flirted with the other nations and people, tonight was a dream come true for me. Thank you."

Francis wasn't surprised at only the words but how the cross dressing male said it so clearly....almost as if he was sober. The taller male walked toward his home, "Angleterre, are you sober?" He felt Arthur tense slightly, he was sober alright. France planted a small kiss on the Brit's cheek and entered his home with the small male still in his arms. The older male walked down the hall, into the his room and set England on his bed,"Angleterre."

The said nation opened his eyes and blushed,"y-yes Francis?" The older chuckled at the stutter and Nuzzled his face into Arthur's neck, giving it a quick kiss,"will you stay here for the night?"

England shivered at the small kiss and simply replied with a,"mhm." France Smirked and planted another small kiss on his jawline this time,"would you be willing to sleep with moi, Mon Ami?"
Arthur blushed a bit darker, biting his lip slightly and nodded, "depending on what you mean by 'sleep with you'"

Francis smirked wider, lifting himself and looking straight into Arthur's eyes,"its all up to you, Angleterre~" The dirty blond male looked away and wrapped his arms around Francis' neck,"F-Francis. I-I...I want to sleep with you...please..."

The Frenchman's eyes widened slightly but smiled and kissed the younger male, who gently kissed back. It lasted for a moment before France pulled away and whispered in England's ear,"Angleterre, you've been acting strange for a while. Could I be because you've fallen for me?"

All the Brit could do was nod and look into the taller man's eyes. The Frenchman slowly traced his hands over the smaller males thigh and disappeared behind the dress, causing the other to moan and shift to give more access. France flipped the Brit on his stomach gently and worked on taking off the dress, the smaller male, not knowing what to do, laying there. After the dress was loosened up, France allowed England to sit up,"Angleterre~ would you so kindly slip the dress off~?"

The said male blushed a bit before nodding, slowly and hestitanly (guess the youtuber! Yeah I did it on purpose.) Taking the dress off, leaving him in only panties, thigh-highs and heeled boots, under the French. Francis kissed the small blond's neck and jaw, stripping himself of his shirt and pants. Britain watched with a blush on his face as the taller male hovered over him again and softly planted small kisses all over his chest until he reached a hardened nub. The large eye browed nation let out a moan when France started licking and teasingly sucked on it. Arching his back and resting a hand over his mouth, England tried to prevent the moans to no success,"F-Francis~!"

The called nation Pulled away and gave the same treatment to the other perked up nub, trailing his hands down the Brit's stomach and caressing his thigh. The Brit called out,"Francis please~!"

The Frenchman pulled away and looked the Brit in the eyes as he slowly pulled the smaller's panties off. "Mon Cheri, did you really have to go through all of this, even these~?"

Britain blushed a ripe tomato red and looked away making the older chuckle. France scooted down and licked the Brit's erection, taking the tip into his mouth already tasting a bit of pre-cum. England gasped and moaned loudly, running his fingers through blond's hair While placing his legs on the taller male's shoulder. France took all of Big Ben and bobbed his head at a quick and steady pace leaving the English male moaning and drooling slightly.

Just when England thought it couldn't get any better, France started sucking,"F-francis~! I'm going to- AH~!" before the Brit could finish he came in France's mouth. Said male swallowed and kissed the younger male letting him taste himself. They both pulled away for air after a while and caught their breathes while France fetched a bottle of lube from his drawer. Before France entered the Brit, he slid off his own boxers and spread the liquid on his member and around the other's entrance,"Mon Cher, are you ready?"

England nodded and watched as the Frenchman Placed his legs around his waist. Francis kissed Britain to distract the smaller before entering him slowly, causing him to cry in pain,"I-It hurts!" Francis frowned and whispered sweet nothings into his lover's ear as he thrusted all the way in. The Brit adjusted and nodded for France to continue. France started thrusting And quickened his pace with every thrust, England moaning louder with every thrust. France shifted slightly and hit a certain bundle of nerves making England throw his head back and scream in pleasure,"there! Hit there again please Francis!!"

France nodded And Did so, groaning a bit as England leaving a few marks from his boots from tightening his legs around France's waist. England was a panting moaning mess by now. Francis kept thrusting inside of Arthur, abusing the smaller male's prostate. England pulled France into a kiss, moaning as he was thrusted into repeatedly and allowed the Frenchman to dominate his mouth once again. All england could was feel, see, smell and taste France. Arthur was a very beautiful sight to France, feeling complete to see that he could make Arthur this way. The Brut pulled away from their kiss and moaned loudly, managing to moan out,"I-Im go-going to cum France!"

France groaned softly and started thrusting at an almost inhuman pace,"me too Mon amour" The British country moaned loudy at the pace And soon came,"Francis~!" The Frenchman groaned and came after, riding out his orgasm. France pulled out and laid next to the smaller male, cuddling close,"Je T'aime Mon Amour"

The Brit smiled and kisses the French nation's lips,"I love you too frog"
France pouted,"you're so mean to moi" England giggled,"I love frogs. Frogs are cute" they both fell asleep soon after.