I dunno but I like rare ships
Spain was harvesting tomatoes out of his garden, gently placing them in his straw basket. He was humming the Spanish anthem gleefully. He sighed in satisfaction as he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. Spain pulled the collar of shirt, inviting the cool breeze of air to flow in through his torso.
"Charmant tomato garden, Spain," France's voice spoke from affront.
Lovely
Spain dropped a tomato and looked up at France who grasped a rose in his hand.
"Ah, Hola!" Spain greeted, bending to pick up the tomato until a hand got in the way and lifted it up for Spain, placing it in the basket. Spain's hand retreated. "Thank you."
"No problem~," France winked. Spain lightly blushed and grinned. "What are you up to?"
"These tomatoes are ready so I'm taking them in," Spain explained, raising the basket of tomatoes, demonstrating. France studied the tomatoes, and nodded in how perfect the tomatoes were.
"There's a tomato on the ground, mon Cheri," France pointed out. Spain glanced to his left.
Spain chuckled, "I need to look out better." He reached down for the tomato. As he bent his body forward, France slapped Spain's rear end. Spain flinched, standing straight and putting his hand behind his back, looking at France's suspicious eyes.
"That was a little weird," Spain simpered with a nervous laugh.
"What thing?" France inquired, acting oblivious.
"What you just did- you slapped me," Spain squinted his eyes, expecting France to spit it out.
"Oh, I'm just admiring your body~," France smirked, handing Spain the rose he was carrying earlier.
"Gracias?" Spain spoke.
"Let's go to your house! I haven't been in it for a while, oui?" France said.
•••
Spain was cooking one of his famous dishes, whilst France was wandering around.
"Do you have any idea where Prussia is?" Spain asked from across the kitchen.
"Non, probably at Amerique's house," France waved his question off. Spain shrugged. France yawned, and placed a hand on Spain's shoulder. "I'm going to take a small nap."
"You can use my bedroom, all the others need to be cleaned up a bit," Spain allowed France. France stretched his arms, and grunted, heading to Spain's room. He saw a round vase with bloo-red roses in it. An idea blinked in his head.
•••
Spain spent most of his time putting effort on his dish, which turned out as expected.
"Francia?" Spain called out, serving food on both the dishes. There was no reply. "France?" Spain questioned. He ambled out of the kitchen to see a trail of red rose petals leading to his bedroom. Spain followed the petals and opened the door. There was a small light illuminating in the dark, then realized there was candles sitting on a table and hung on the wall decoratively.
"Hola?" Spain spoke quietly, closing the door from behind. Something violently pushed him to the bed, making his back hit the surface of the bed. He opened his eyes and met blue eyes with a tint of fire glaring off of his eyes.
"France? Why'd you-," France placed a finger over Spain's lips, silencing him. France sat on Spain's waist, pulling the collar of his shirt.
"Allow me," France said in a quiet tone, and kissed Spain's neck, gently licking it. Spain raised his head up wondering what France was doing. France bit Spain's neck passionately. Spain jumped in surprise.
"Ow-ow-ow," Spain raised his hand to France's head, France didn't stop biting, but he began grinding in between Spain's groin. France succeeded in leaving a hickey on Spain's neck. France kissed Spain's jaw, leading up all the way to his mouth. Spain's and France's breath collided. France pressed his lips against Spain's hungrily. France squeezed Spain's member from the outside, causing him to gasp and give France the chance to shove his tongue in. France used his kissing strategy, his tongue dancing with Spain's tongue.
"Nh~," Spain moaned in the kiss. France removed his mouth away, and licked his lips seductively. He began to unbutton Spain's shirt, and spreading it open to reveal the middle of his chest and stomach. France's blue uniform was slipping off his shoulder, so Spain did the job to remove it. France pulled Spain's shirt desperately, and bit on Spain's nipple. "Ah~..." Spain arched his back in a small angle.
France pulled off Spain's pants along with his own, and thrusted himself forward over Spain's covered member. Spain wrapped his legs around France's waist. Spain moaned out France's name in lust.
France lowered Spain's under usage, letting his member free. France immediately took Spain's member and rubbed it with his hand. France pecked a kiss on Spain's lips.
"Ah~!" Spain moaned, straining for space.
France ran his hand through Spain's hair, keeping hair out of his face. The French one loved Spain's moans of pleasure. France removed his hands, and took his bottom clothing off. France ran his hand through Spain's body, not taking his eyes off.
"Espagne, I'll meet you inside," France spoke, and smirked. Spain blushed. France raised Spain's legs higher onto his waist. France leaned forward to meet with Spain's eyes. France quickly but gently went through, Spain grabbed France's shoulder trying not to hurt him by scratching him. Spain groaned, then France stopped waiting for Spain to relax. Spain sighed, and France continued to thrust inside.
"I will begin, you can yell out my name~," France kissed Spain. Spain closed his eyes, France thrusted out and thrusted deeper.
"A-Ah~!" Spain yelled, France silently moaned, and thrusted again shaking the bed in a fast pace. "Francia~ Mas~!" Spain moaned, as France did as he was told and went in faster. Spain loved the way France's body pounded into him. France leaned forward and caught Spain's lips, he thrusted in, focusing on the kiss. "Nh~."
France took of his lips, and continued thrusting as Spain was being moved up and down by the pace. "Ah~!" Spain shouted. France shot his warm seed in Spain. France dropped himself beside Spain, and France wrapped his arms around him warmly.
"Mi cama," Spain uttered. Both laughed, France planted a kiss on Spain's forehead. They tangled their legs together under the blanket. France pulled the blanket all the way to their shoulders. (Spain: My bed)
•••
"Oh Gott," Prussia murmured, staring at France and Spain in disbelief.
"Care to join us?" France questioned, patting the vacant area on the bed.
"Nein," Prussia walked away and closed the door.
