Blue Veins • Rusame

France gets Pranked

It had been a night of epic pranking for the Russian and the American, both surprisingly enjoying each others company. First, America pranked England by sneaking into his hotel room, filling the bathtub with water, and then dumping a whole box of tea bags into it. Then, Russia and America went to Germany's room, leaving a "not so innocent" note "from Italy" on his bed, surrounded by a crap ton of rose petals. Then, they worked their way to Prussia, where they bought a bunch of bras and strung them all over his hotel room, completely covering everything in his room with bras. Then, Russia dared the totally drunk American to go into France's room and give him a lap dance. That's where everything went south.

America arrived at France's door, knocking sheepishly as Russia giggled quietly down the hall.

"Ah Amérique ! How are you my lovely young flower?" France said happily as he opened the door. He was out of his military uniform, now wearing his white "I <3 Paris" pajamas.

"I'm gooooood.. whataboutyou?" America asked drunkedly as he rested a hand on the back of his own neck in an attempt to be less awkward. You could hear Russia snickering from Pluto, he was so loud.

"I'm great. Mind telling me why you're here?" France asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you mind if I borrow a chair?" America nearly giggled.

"Um ok. Come on in, I don't know if there are any in this hotel room but we could check." France answered suspiciously as he questioned the drunk country's motives. America followed him with a smile and shut the door, but not all the way. This would allow for Russia to peek through and watch as the brave American completed his dare.

France made his way through the spacious hotel room, eventually reaching the broom closet he had assumed contained the chairs. He opened it, found nothing, and pouted a bit before turning back around to deliver the bad news to the American. When he turned around, America's face was inches from his.

"The only chair I need is your lap." America seductively whispered into the Frenchman's ear. You could practically see France shudder with arousal. America pushed France onto the couch and straddled his lap, making France's face turn bright red. Russia would've laughed from outside the door if he hadn't been so surprised himself. He had never seen the American be so sexual and intimate. It kind of turned him on.

America nearly lost his shit. He was about to burst out laughing. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his American flag print boxers. France's breath hitched as America grinded slowly on top of him.

"U-umf-um America, what are you doin-mmmf" France stuttered, moaning involuntarily. America moved his lips close to France's ear and whispered,

"Vous êtes une petite putain."

America drunkenly laughed and quickly jumped off of France, sprinting to the door for his life.

"EXCUSE YOU? YOU AMERICAN ASSHOLE HOW DARE YOU?! IM COMING FOR YOU! GREAT FRANCE WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED BY AMERICA ANYMORE!" France screamed, realizing what America had done. America giggled and ran even faster as he flung the door open to see a blushing Russian, embarrassed by his own arousal.

"Come on bro! The frog is angry!" America said as he grabbed Russia's hand, dragging him down the hallway and onto the emergency staircase. The frog was hot on their trail, but Russia couldn't help but stare at the American's butt in those cute printed boxers.

France continued to shout slurs from behind them as they ran faster and faster down the staircase, still holding onto each other. They finally reached the lobby, where they saw Austria playing the grand piano.

"You two better not be causing any trouble." Austria scolded, not even looking up from the piano. The chasing of Italy must've ended. America and Russia sprinted through the lobby, and onto the street. The streets were so narrow they doubted France could even find them if they turned quickly enough.

"Split up!" America called out as he finally let go of Russia's hand. Russia agreed with a smile as America ran off, completely drunk, stripped down to his underwear, under the Spanish night sky.

LmAO writing this chapter was a blast. France is always a ball to write. ANyway, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed <3