France was sitting outside, enjoying the gentle weather. His golden hair sailed behind him as it waved majestically in the wind.
France let out a satisfied sigh, watching people walk together in the park, hand with hand. France's phone vibrated. He slipped his hand inside his pocket and pulled out his phone, reading the title. He noticed it was England's number, but he answered anyway.
"Bonjour~," France greeted, expecting a snap of anger from the other.
"Oi! Frog -hic-," England hiccupped, his voice unsteadily changing mood.
"England? You sound drunk again," France noted, picking his nails to keep him busy.
"Me! Drunk?! -hic- Nah!" England waved off.
"You sure?" France asked, even though he knew he was in fact drunk.
"Yes!" England boomed through the phone abruptly. France slightly jumped in surprise.
The shattering of glass sounded from the other line. "Aw! Bollocks!" England clamored.
"Everything alright?" France questioned calmly.
"No!" England grunted, guessing he was picking up the glass. "Ah- forget that shit," England sighed, and another crash was heard from the distance.
Then silence took a seat, whereas France was quiet as he waiting for England to speak.
"Hey! Come over!" England invited France. France quickly accepted.
France arrived at England's house. Ke knocked, expecting shards of glass to be scattered everywhere.
England opened the door, leaning on the door as if his legs couldn't support him up.
France lightly blushed when he realized England was nude, but with black cloth around his waist.
"That's supposed to be my job," France uttered.
"Come in," England opened the door. France did notice several bottles of wine and alcoholic beverages dispersed as if sprinkled all over the floor.
"Have a drink, frog!" England gave France a bottle of wine, supporting and balancing himself on France's shoulder.
"What has gotten into you?!" France grabbed England's shoulders, shaking him like a snow globe.
"Hey!" England pushed away and poked France's chest with his finger, "You can't just touch me!" his voice was bubbly.
France turned around, crossing his arms on his chest and huffed.
"France!" England shouted. France turned around and saw that England had grabbed a pole, reaching to the ceiling.
"You're a stripper now?!" France exclaimed.
"Uh... sure," England replied. France sat on the couch with his legs crossed, observing England's every move.
France clasped his hands together, "I've never seen Angleterre dance~! Show me!"
England held himself on the pole, twirling around it. He wrapped his legs around the pole and threw his head back and allowed a fake moan to escape his jaws. France raised an eyebrow.
England raised his leg, placing his thigh on the pole. France submerged his head, trying to see England's privates hiding behind the black cloth.
England set his leg down, and turned around, his back facing the pole with his hands over his head still holding the pole. England squatted down, and let one hand go off the pole and crawl up his chest, looking at France straight in the eyes. England stood up again.
He humped on the pole, later licking it and moaning silently. France felt himself get excited; he pressured his legs together, hypnotized at England's dance. England moved his body seductively. England groaned, closing his eyes. France was confused but he saw pre-cum on England's thighs. England held on the pole balancing himself with his weak legs.
England walked up to France struggling, and sat on his lap, placing his hands on France's shoulders.
"Oh~ Angleterre~," France had his eyes with lust, pulling England's face forward into a French kiss. France was snogging with England, deepening the kiss while both tongues danced inside.
France pushed England's head back, dominating him. England silently moaned, unbuttoning France's clothing. France pulled away, with a small bridge of saliva making a bridge in between their lips.
France bit England's neck, searching his spot.
"Nh~," England moaned. France removed his shirt off, pushing England down to his lap.France removed England's black cloth slowly. France sucked on Britain's tip.
"France~!" England yelled. France took England whole in his mouth, bobbing his head in and out. "Ah-Ah~!" England moaned.
England came in France's mouth, and France swallowed it.
"You taste good~," France whispered in England's ear. He massaged England's nipples.
France removed his pants, dropping them off. France sat back up again, pulling England on his lap. England hiccuped, still drunk and lining himself up with France's member.
"Ready, big boy~?" England said and laughed. France tucked England's hair behind his ear.
"Show me," France licked England's ear. England pushed himself in France, making France's member pierce through England.
"Fuck!" England swore, resting his head on France's shoulder. France caressed England's back gently, brushing the tip of his fingers up and down his legs.
"Mon ami, take your time," France spoke with patience. England rose himself up and slammed himself in France repeatedly. England groaned in pain. France was letting out sighs of pleasure.
Finally, Britain slipped easily into France. "Ah~ Yes~!" England moaned. England bounced up and down into France's member, trying to get the pleasure rolling.
"Ah~!" England yelled out.
"Angleterre~," France silently moaned. France pumped on England's member.
"France! Yes~!" England loudly cried. France pulled England to a kiss both biting each other's lips as they released small exhales.
England continued getting France into him.
"Mnh~," England moaned in the kiss. France pulled away followed by England climbing off France's lap. France yanked him down, and entered him, thrusting deeply.
"Haa~!" England wailed. France thrusted in England faster. "France! Right there~!" England cried of pleasure. France thrusted deeper, and England came without warning. England panted wearily.
France kissed England's cheek. England was falling asleep, and France knew that when he would wake up from his drunk mood, England would end him.
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