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🇨🇵x🇩🇪 Stiff air France x Germany

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Hello!
The 3k chapter is here! I reused and edited an old draft I had laying around from when I was just getting into writing in English again.
The boys that got me yeeted last time are back wooooo!
I also have one handwritten draft for you again, that I insist on turning into a chapter one day, but I think I'll make them both female when I do...

So thank you all for 3k!
You have been very kind to me and my writing and I have been loving interacting with you so far!

Also, I have made a post about it, but I will say it here again. I am taking a break for a week or two, as school is burning me out and I'm regularly exhausted and fall asleep at like 8pm. I will still be available and active on here, just not posting chapters.
If you want to know more about this, or what drafts I'll be working on in that time, check the last few posts on my profile and feel free to tell me which ones you'd like to see.

Just in case I get yeeted again, I'll repost this book if wattpad allows me to and I am on AO3.
My name there is Lonely_Stranger, I haven't uploaded these there yet, but I will if wattpad fucks me over again. Just to let you all know.

Now have fun with this story and a good day/night!

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It was hot. The air was used up and the noises all blurring together. There was only one thing on his mind. The hand moving on his thigh.

To be specific, Frances' hand, moving from his knee all the way up to his crotch. The Frenchman was just as impatient and eager to get out of this forced, stuck up UN party as the German next to him. A vast majority of the countries and humans surrounding them were drunk by now and surely no one would miss them till the next morning. "Let's get out of this shithole." France urged, his voice only slightly hushed, as no one would hear him over the music anyways.

"We can't. We're representing our countries right now." Germany hissed back, more forced to than actually angry at the suggestion.
Still it showed that there was still reason left within his brain, not just heavy fog of the lust. Too bad it won't remain long, left to the same fate as a mirror after a hit shower.

"They won't notice we're gone. Look around, most of them are so drunk, they won't even remember where they were tomorrow." He paused and moved his mouth closer to the German's ear, as to better seduce him with his voice, lowered and more of a vibrating rumble against the delicate skin. Oh, it could break so easily under his teeth.

"And I can make a much better use of our time, don't you think?" The sugar was practically dripping off his voice. Germany knew this tone all too well. France used it whenever he wanted to get into his pants and he was always so damn successful.

"Oh, I know you could." He almost purred back, doing his best to match his lover's energy.
"Then what are you waiting for?" This was getting annoying really quick, his already little patience was thinning.
"I want to see just how desperate you're gonna get if I don't play along." The smug look on Germany's face bothered France to an extent that probably wasn't natural, nor healthy anymore. He barely suppressed a growl and the urge to just climb onto his lap and entangle their bodies in a heated make out session. His last restraint allowed him just that little bit more patience.

"Are you sure you are that patient yourself?" He leaned into the german running his finger over one of his pecs in a spiraling motion. It was a soft, slow and delicate touch. But Germany didn't play nice and just let himself be fucked senseless in the back of his car, so why should he be nice and gentle with him now?

Germany didn't expect France to be this riled up, but alas he underestimated the hornyness of his new partner. A rough hand, gentle just a second ago, janked at his tie and the white fabric of his dress shirt underneath and pulled their bodies flush together, chest to chest. One heaving with strained breaths, the other rattling with a satisfied, devilish chuckle.