England had barely enough time to get his coat and shoes off, before he found himself being held up in France’s arms. He growled and squirmed, but France held him closer, refusing to give in and whispered in the Englishman’s ear. “Now zhen~ About relieving that stress~” England gulped, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. France chuckled and started carrying him upstairs, with surprisingly not much effort. England crossed his arms and tried to push away more.
“Get off me! I can walk, you know!” France smiled.
“I know tu can~ But isn’t zhis much more romantic~?” he winked as he approached the bedroom, England’s blush deepening slightly, causing him to turn his head away from the Frenchman and scoff.
“Idiot frog...”
France ignored England’s remark and opened the door, closing it behind him with his foot. He gently lay England down on the bed, smiling as England looked up at him. England blinked, crossing his arms “I don’t need any ‘stress’ being ‘removed’-I’m bloody fine!” he glared at the man above him, obviously annoyed at the circumstances he was now in. France’s smile turned into a grin as he knelt above England, gently cupping his cheek with one hand and stroking it lovingly.
England shook his head free of France’s hand and looked away. France blinked “What’s wrong mon petit chou~?” he smiled softly as the Englishman sighed.
“Little cabbage, really?” France pinched his cheek playfully.
“It’s a term of endearment is France, mon cheri~”
England scoffed “Yeah, Yeah...”
France chuckled “Now, shall nous get on?” England turned his head back to face France, looking him up and down sceptically; then nodded curtly. France’s grin returned as he started lifting his own shirt off. England rolled his eyes as France threw the shirt to the side, and started taking off his own. After he had finished doing so, France leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against England’s, kissing him softly. England returned the kiss, kissing back a little harder and tilting his head to deepen it. France kissed harder, reaching down to start undoing England’s belt. He shook the trousers off, feeling England shiver as the cold air hit him.
France smiled softly into the kiss and ran his tongue over the other’s bottom lip. The Englishman parted his lips, allowing the Frenchman to start exploring his mouth. England waited patiently for a while before pushing France’s tongue back and struggling to fight for dominance against his; France of course, accepted the challenge and fought back vigorously.
After a long tongue tussle, the pair broke away for air, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths. Their eyes met as their soft pants ceased to a steady pace again. France gently moved a lock of hair from England’s face; accidentally brushing his finger against one of his famous, bushy eyebrows. England shivered, a small yelp escaping him “D-Don’t touch them, you bloody idiot!”
France blinked “Hmm...?” he ran his finger over it again, making England blush and squirm slightly. “S-Stop!! Isn’t one ‘no’ enough!?” France raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave them alone. They were quite peculiar...But, perhaps he would find out what they did another day....
France then quickly took his trousers off, England glancing at him as he sat up. France smiled as he gently placed a hand on his hip, caressing it with his thumb and starting to turn England onto his side. England understood the motion and turned onto his back, huffing as France playfully started to tease the elastic on his boxers.
France chuckled, “Unicorns~? England’s cheeks turned crimson, causing him to bury his head in the covers.”Shuddup...!” he muttered, making France laugh softly.
