France's Daughter // Hetalia

Chapter Seven- HeartBreak City

Charlotte (Charlie, Lottie)

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Me and Papa have been on rough terms for a year now. He's taught me all I know, how to be a lady, how to be proper- but Bryce has taught me how to be myself. I stole Papa's card for a while to get new clothes- until he cut me off. My new style is modern, and casual- over-sized sweatshirts and graphic shorts. Bryce loves it. 

I've been living with Alfred since Papa kicked me out. His apartment in Paris is gorgeous, and he gives me as much freedom and privacy as I want! He takes me out to eat, lets me stay out as late as I want, lets me drink as much as I want- He's the best oncle in the world! When I first came up to him, I had been living with Bryce and his brother for three days.. It's lucky I saw him at the nearby McDonald's. He was here for a World Meeting, but was staying in Paris for a few years just for a change of pace. I'm just so happy now..

Right now, me and Bryce are on the couch together, and I think tonight may be the night I finally lose my virginity. His hand is sliding up my back, his tongue is in my mouth, and there's a tingling in my stomach that I just can't get rid of.

"B-Bryce, are you sure we should-"

He interrupts me by smashing his lips against mine, leaning forwards to lay me down on the cushions. I let his hands wander my body, touching and pinching and rubbing.. Everything is so new and exciting. He pulls away, breaks the blissful kiss, and throws off my shirt.

"Finally. I've waited forever for this", he whispers in my ear, biting the lobe roughly.

I whimper, just a tiny bit, and he maneuvers his way to my bra, trying to unclasp it. He claims he's not a virgin, that he lost his to a girl when he was thirteen, but I don't buy it. He's trying his best, but it's obvious he's nervous. I mean, I am too.

Finally, he unclips it, and throws my bra to the side. That's when I hear the door open. The door I specifically TOLD Bryce to LOCK.

"Jesus, dude, if you're gonna do this do it in your bedroom!", Alfred yells, flicking on the light, shielding his eyes in the process.

I quickly shoot up, scrambling to get my bra and shirt back on. Bryce isn't embarrassed, he just shakes Alfred's hand and gives him a quick and insincere apology. My face is hot, and that's when I notice the other man in the door frame- Matthew. Ever since I learned that only me and Papa are actually related, I have had a few dirty dreams about Matty... but I would never act upon it. I'm with Bryce, after all.

"I'll see you around", Bryce mumbles, giving me a brisk peck on the lips before brushing past Alfred and Matthew, giving them a quick acknowledging nod before leaving.

I look at everything except the two men in the doorframe, Alfred who's embarrassed for me, and Matthew who looks traumatized.

"So... Where were you?", I quickly break the tension, eyeing the baseball gear in their hands.

"Baseball", Matthew whispers, pushing past Alfred and throwing his gear on the kitchen counter.

"Matt's gonna stay with us for a few days so no coke in the bathroom this weekend", Alfred laughs, knawing on a hamburger he had picked up earlier.

"Yo! Where's my food?"

"You never said you wanted any!"

"You never asked!"

"Tough luck, dude", Alfred laughs again, throwing his gear next to Matthew's. "There's some Chef Boyardee in the pantry. Knock yourself out."

I huff, throwing myself back on the couch where I was about to have the best night of my life. Stupid Alfred, always interrupting me. Matthew sits next to me, his arms crossed, and he seems pissed. I don't mention it, though. If Papa taught me anything useful, it's that mentioning someone's mood usually makes it worse.