Sugar on Coffee ~Caelo (EnglandxOC) Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter III

WARNING: Yaoi, big time skip (?). There will also be two more OC's for this story. Enjoy reading.
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"Ahn, France ..." Gasps Arthur, clutching onto Francis for dear life support. "Ha ... ah!"

"You're so ... tight!" Francis grunts as he thrusts in.

Arthur throws his head back, now gripping on the bed sheets. Oh, the static and ecstasy! So much guilty pleasure, coming from his nemesis' mouth, tongue, teeth, and hands. All together, it was just such a good feeling ... no matter how wrong it was. He wraps his arms around the other's neck and buries his fingers into the mop of blond hair that was so much like his.

"F-France ... I-I'm ... I'm gonna ah--!"

"Say my name as you come, Arthur."

His name falling from those lips made him go insane and it feels so alien hearing how the letters blended with Francis' tongue made him feel so ... unknown, to himself and the world.

"Ah ... ha, F-Fran-"

"Say my name," Says France hugging England.

"Francis!" He shouts out, releasing his seed on his stomach and chest. And almost at the same time, France comes inside of him.

They fell back, panting and gasping for breath. Arthur cuddles next to France, smiling contently. He breathes out, "I, you, I lo --"

"What on earth is that?!!" Screams a voice east of where we are. We turn to the source and see Arthur blushing really hard and stomping his way to us, grabbing the paper Chelsea was narrating and ripped it apart into pieces.

"Noo!! My FrUK lemon!" yells Chelsea, reaching for the remains.

Ring!!!

We all go back to our seats as our first teacher came in, telling all of us to settle down and take our seats, then class started as usual, Chelsea behind me, and Jam in front of me.

It's been almost a month since Jam arrived. So far all we did was mess around at home, annoy the crap out of each other, end up sleeping on the couch and waking up complaining about the frostbite morning air.

Just as we sat down, Chelsea began writing a replacement for the yaoi that had been ripped to pieces or something else. Sir Hiroki then began our English class. He talked about some requirements that I've already done. I stare at Arthur, taking in every single detail in his face, while Hiroki babbled away. Slowly, it was growing quiet and a book hit me in the head. I look up to see an angry Hiroki.

"And what exactly is more interesting than my lecture, Camille?" My ears heat up and I look down, my glasses falling a bit, and he continued with what he was saying. At least he didn't remark about me looking at Arthur, I'd probably be brought to the clinic from fainting. Eh.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and a paper repeatedly touching my arm. I get it before opening it and at the top I see a small 'yo'. Ah, passing papers. I write a 'hi' below and pass it towards Jam. She wrote quickly before she swiftly threw it in my direction. This continued on and on till it was nearly full with our long statements. I was about to pass the paper to Jam till Sir Hiroki said something that caught my attention.

"You will be working with these phrases to create stories. All of you will work in two or threes."

I look at Jam, who had a mischievous smile, so did Chelsea, who stood by my chair and Jam turned towards me. Sir proceeded to write down the phrases that we needed for this requirement. After copying an interesting one on the board, we were about to work until Sir said something.