The Awesome Book of Hetalia Oneshots

A Little Too Much To Drink (Seme! France x Uke! Japan SMUT)

Kinks/fetishes: Biting (oof, that would be perfect for Romania)

Requested by:  _-Shebee-_

There isn't much to go by in terms of their relationship- which is basically non-existent- so I don't know how this'll turn out... Ah, who cares? I love this crack ship. Also, any Japanese will have the romaji and the rough translation (while I am learning the language, I am not yet fluent in Japanese...) down at the bottom. French will also be included for the food, which will be taken from an actual menu from a real restaurant, so don't blame me if something may be slightly off.

For some form of clarification, this is set the year before Russia's suspension and eventual permanent expulsion from the G8. And rather than being held in Northern Ireland, this meeting is being held in Paris, France. Sorry, Northern Ireland.

Now, time for the drunk fun to begin.

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The members of the G8- the United States of America, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, Russia and Canada, who was ignored for the entire meeting- sat around the table as England prattled on about foreign affairs and trade, as well as the economic state of the rest of the world and rather, in his opinion, depressing subjects such as terrorism. His voice faltered, coming to a halt, when his gaze fell upon the Frenchman to his left. "I thought I told you not to drink wine during meetings."

France raised a brow as the dark red liquid from his glass slid past his lips. "Oh? And why can't I, l'Angletterre?" He smirked, carefully setting the glass back down onto the table. 

England sighed and shook his head. "Because I really do not want to have to deal with a drunk frog at the end of the meeting."

"What, like how you always get drunk?" America chimed in, his obnoxious laughter booming throughout the room.

"Oi, shut it, you!" England cried in response, eyebrows furrowed. "At least I'm allowed to have a drink in my own country! According to your own laws, you're still underage!"

"Just get on with it!" Germany called in frustration. Russia giggled, shifting in his seat, crushing the poor, suffocating Canadian beneath him even more so. Canada squeaked, the sound going unheard to the rest of the room.

France stood up as England took his seat once more, clearing his throat. "Thank you for being able to make it to the meeting, mes amis. The next G8 meeting will be held on the 4th of June through to the fifth and the 'ost country will be our Russian friend 'ere," Russia smiled at the mention of his name, bowing his head slightly. "It will be at the Black Sea resort of Sochi. But first," he smiled, catching everyone's attention. "I would like to invite you all to 'ave dinner with me at this restaurant near my 'ouse. It'll be fun, non?"

"Ve... Really?" Italy asked excitedly.

"Oui. And of course, it will be free of charge!"

"Eh? Really?" Japan asked in slight disbelief. When France nodded, he bowed, eyes directed at the floor. "ありがとうございます."

"Not at all, mon ami!" France beamed at the smaller man. "Think of it as my treat."

"Well, I am rather peckish," England admitted begrudgingly, crossing his arm over his chest. 

America laughed. "Sweet! French food sounds awesome at the moment!"

"Well," Germany sighed. "My flight is only tomorrow afternoon... I suppose I could join you. Ja..."