Food Tech With Francis And Arthur (A Hetalia X PSG Fanfiction)

Food Tech With Francis and Arthur

A/N Hello World! I warn you before I write this, there is a lot of swearing, sex references and Hetalia. This is Panty and Stocking after all! I really hope you like this so please Like, Rate and Review!

Ps. I will be referring to them by their human names and their PSG names. I also made some names up of my own for them!

Proofread by @otaku_heidi

England is Arthur,

France is Francis,

Americamochi is Alfred

Garterbelt is Cuba. He will just be referred to as Garterbelt though.

Prussia as Gilbert

Germany as Ludwig

Canada as Matthew

Russiamochi as evil Chuck.

Dumme Schlampe is Stupid Bitch in German.

Disclaimer: I do not own Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt or Hetalia. This is purely fan made.

Arthur jumped as the whole sofa seemed to fly up into the air and come crashing down. Without even bothering to take a look at what had caused such a disturbance he carried on eating the delectable treat he had spent so long trying to find and order. It wasn't easy finding high quality sweets you know! On the contrary, it was highly difficult. Anyway he already had a sneaking suspicion on what had caused the crash.

"Oh Mon Dieu! That was so fucking good!" Francis sprawled himself on the couch, placing his legs on his brother and snacking on a half eaten crisp that was lying on the table. " I mean literally, he was one of the best fucks I've ever had."

" Well aren't you just the little whore. I bet you had only known that man for what, less then 5 minutes!" Arthur shook his head in disgust. Sex was just not his thing. His brother on the hand, seemed to crave it like he craved sweets! At least his obsession was not perverted. Unlike his brothers, who was attempting to reach his '1000' fucks. Ughhh.

" Anyway will you please stop talking about your latest shag its making me feel sick! I do not want to puke up my Angels Delight over my new waistcoat, it would not do it any favours." Lifting up his cake into the air he studied the intricate patterns that painted the sides of the icing. Arthur would have admired the truly breathtaking sight if it hadn't been for the flying blob sneaking up behind him.

" No." Punching it on the top of the head, Arthur started to bounce it like a basketball, up and down, up and down, before finally getting bored and setting it to the ground for the last time and squishing it into the floor. Staring intently at the melted puddle of goo on the floor, he started to scold it.

" Alfred, you know you can't go and steal what's mine. It's mine for a reason." The goo started to roll back into a ball with a sheepish grin set out on its mouth. " This is not the first time you have tried to do this either! " Arthur sighed. The blob had a most apologetic expression on his face so finally he let him on the sofa.

" Arthur, do you still insist on calling him Alfred? Bitch, his name is Chuck, cause that's all he's good for! Chucking! Hononononon!" Francis rolled around the sofa laughing at his own little joke.

"No! Who in the right fucking mind would call their pet Chuck!? His name is Alfred." Arthur stated determinably. There was honestly no point trying to convince Arthur when he was in this mood. It was not worth the effort.

"Oui, Oui! I get it!" Francis put his hands up in a mock surrender."Now to the more important topic: when was the last time you managed to get laid?"