Hetalia Canada x World

England x France x Canada

France glared at England, who simply glared back. Both men fought over something, and England (being the World's Superpower) had more power than the French man. A small colony began to wail, tugging on his papa's trousers for reassurance. But France simply ignored the boy he grew close to, maybe to close, and gave England a piece of paper. The slightly shorter nation harshly grabbed the paper and read through the sentences quickly, giving a nod of apporval.

"I see its done, Francis. Canada is mine" England spoke, stopping the cries escaping from Canada's plump pouted lips. France felt his heart shattering more and stepped away from the colony, keeping a straight face.

"It's a deal. I just have one thing to say, Angleterre, please, please take care of mon petit Matthieu" France begged, his eyes stinging and his voice became raspy. England softened a bit, taking a look at Canada. The colony, or boy, was gorgeous. So innocent and naive and loyal. Obedient and polite.

"Alright"

12 years later

France looked at house with happiness and smugness. Oh, how much he loved to bother the nation England. He knocked on the door swiftly, whistling a small tone. The door opened to reveal a beautiful boy, looking to be 15. The boy looked familiar but a voice shouted from inside the house.

"O-oh! You must be Mr. Francis! Come in,  I'll go fetch Mr. England!" The boy whispered, opening the door wider. France smile and walked in, looking at the clean and sharp house. England appeared at the staircase, adjusting the sleeves of his coat.

"Who's at the door, Canada?" England spoke softly, looking up. France's eyes widened and looked down at the boy, who was his former colony. Matthew Williams. He has grown to be absoletly stunning. Short, small, narrow waist, wide hips, pale creamy skin, pink plump lips, wide violet eyes with sparks of diamond blue and dark blue, framed by black framed glasses. Dark long eyelahes that lay peacefully against his cheeks as he shut his eyes closed, flinching as if he did something wrong.

"Its Mr. Francis, Mr. Kirkland" Matthew spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. France let his eyes drift away from Matthew's feminine features and looked at the boy from behind.

"Mon petit Matthieu is beautiful. He even has a nice butt-"

France shook away the thoughts as he heard a cough. He looked away from the young colony and returned his gaze at England, who looked angry at catching the French man staring at his colony.

"Bonjour England~ its been quite a while, yes?" France seductively said, winking towards Canada's direction. The boy blushed and looked aeay, fidgeting.

"Shut you trap, frog. I just needed to meet you in person for a clarification" England muttered, taking a sip from a small glass cup no doubt filled with tea. Where did the tea come from is a mystery. But the perverted French man was curious about this "clarification".

"What is this clarification, Angleterre?" France questioned, looking at Canada from the corner of his eye. England sighed deeply and handed France a piece of paper.

"I have came to a decision of sharing Canada with you" England said formally, but you can tell he was breaking inside. Canada let out a cry and it startled the two nations.

"England! Please! No!" Canada inched closer to France, fear evident in his teary eyes. England growled and grabbed Canada by the upper arm, holding the boy close to him.

"I don't remember telling you you have a say in this" England muttered, gesturing France forward. The nation hesitated but walked forward, watching with lust blown eyes as England undressed Canada in a quick and neat motion. Licking his suddenly dry lips, France felt like the audience as he watched England undress himself and soon latched his lips onto Canada's. The boy made a noise of surprise, but soon enough leaned up to kiss his eldest brother and father figure back. The older nation placed his hands on Canada's hips, letting them trace and grope and pinch. Canada moaned out, throwing his head back to reveal his pale unblemished skin. France took off his trousers, touching himself as he watched the scene unfold.

England hungrily bit and sucked and kissed the pale creamy skim, and Canada let out the most beautiful moans France has ever heard. The boy shook in complete pleasure, holding onto the a wall for support. England wasted no time and thrusted inside Canada, unprepped and tight. The colony screamed out in pain, tears falling as he tried not to collapse onto the cold floor. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Englands waist, pulling them more closer, and soon began to continue his melody of moans. England continued to thrust in and out, his pace becoming faster and harder, pushing Canada against the wall harshly multiple rimes.

"E-england~!" Canada moaned out, gripping onto the older nation's shoulders. Said nation growled and pounded mercilessly, but after France came in his hand, England's pace became slow and sloppy before a loud moan escaped from both boys. Canada released on his and England's stomachs, blushing in embarrasment. France smirked smugly and stood up, predator like walking over to his former colony. Canada walked over obediently and knelt down, removing his former fathers boxers to reveal his bulge. The teen wasted no time and began to give his father head, teasing the member gently. France groaned and grabbed a fistful of Canada's hair, pulling on a ceratin stubborn curl. The boy gasped and pulled away, cheeks flushed and his breathing came in gasps. France hummed in wonder and pulled it again, surprised when Canada mewled.

"Mon Matthieu, so pretty" France purred pushing the boy onto the floor and lining himself against the used entrance. Canada gasped as his father pushed in completely, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure as something hit a certain spot. His prostate. The colony remebered when England hit the spot, how he said he got wild in bed. When France hit it, the boy got crazy all over again.

"France! More! Please" Canada moaned, tossing his head back and shaking it side to side, gripping onto the older's shoulders. France grunted and changed his pace into a monstrous speed, getting pleasure for himself and Canada. The younger began to whine as he released again, and France steadied his pace to hit Canada's prostate. When his pace became sloppier, France released, filling the boy up completely.

"I see your done, yes?" Both looked up, seeing a dressed England standing by the staircase. France chuckled and pulled out of Canada, immediately missing the tight and warm entrance.

"So..how was he?" England questioned, scratching the back of his head. France nodded and watched as Canada stood and limped off to the bath, small whimpers escaping his lips.

"Amazing. So...I see you have been taking care off him, Angleterre?" France says, lazily putting his shirt on. England nodded and drank from a cup, no doubtly filled with tea.

"Indeed I did"

"Indeed you did"