Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 11

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

America ran until his legs begged for him to stop, he was in front of a very colourful and stylish house. He leaned against the gate, hoping his legs wouldn't stop supporting his weights. The door of the house opened, revealing France, was this his house? Or was it a holiday home?
"Bonjour Amérique!" He greeted cheerfully, bouncing to where America was standing. He saw Americas tear stained face and his smile disappeared.
"What's wrong my petit Amérique!" He asked.
"E-England didn't want to do sexual with me even though I love him!" The American cried, his blue eyes became watery and tears started to spill out.
"But the question is" France said "do you love me?"
"Yes France" America nodded slowly. France smiled and picked him up bridal style, carrying him into the house, closing the door and upstairs into the bedroom, locking that door. He laid America on the bed gently, he left the room and returned not a minute later with a rag and towel in his hand. He placed the towel under America and handed him the rag.
"If it hurts just bite into this, okay?" He said gently. America nodded. France took off his trousers and underwear, taking off Americas also. A shocked look spread across his face as he saw the woman part, it was later replaced with a smirk. He leaned over to his over to his bedside cabinet and took out a bottle of lube, covering his length in it. He knew it wouldn't ease the pain the American would feel, the hole was tight and he would still feel lots of pain. After he covered his member he thrusted the whole thing in, America cried out in pain, it was muffled by the rag in his mouth. France thrusted his member in and out, hitting Americas spot a few times before he heard a knock on the door. He ignored it and hoped whoever it was would leave, and soon! He moaned and thrusted again, the American crying and moaning underneath him. Then the bedroom door rattled. France looked over to the door and panicked.
"Realise mon petit bèbe!" France muttered and America obliged. France came inside him and pulled out, blood pouring out of the boys hole. France took the towel out from under the younger boy and cleaned him up, but the blood still poured out of him. France got up and trudged towards the door.

England ran from the house, calling out Americas name. He searched and searched but couldn't find the American. He started to worry, America had lost his memory and didn't know his way around the neighbourhood. Anything could have happened to the clueless idiot! He ran down a street and came across a familiar building: Frances American home. He knocked on the door quickly and was ignored.
"Fuck this" England opened the front door and went up the stairs, he heard France moaning and a muffled cry and moan, he rattled the door knob and heard some chatter from inside the room. The door clicked and England stepped inside, his mouth agape at the scene before him: France and America, having sex.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING TO AMERICA?" He hollered, his face turning red from anger.
"What he wanted and you wouldn't do, he like it" France answered smugly.
"I wouldn't have sex with him you idiot! You took advantage of him!" He looked to America softy "why did you let him do this?"
"I wanted him to, I enjoyed it" America said shyly, wincing in pain. England carefully put Americas clothes back on, France put his clothes back on. England took America downstairs and France followed. America felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, or round about that area, just a little lower probably. He repressed a cry as he realised what had happened.
"Would you like me to take you both home?" France asked cautiously. England scowled and America grinned.
"Fine, frog, but your not staying with us!" England yelled. America looked defeated at this.
"I love him though!"
"Fine...he can stay and help look after you. No sex" England said sternly.
"But I like sex!" America exclaimed. England ignored this and piled America in the back seat of the car, France sat next to him. England drove the car.
"France" America whispered low enough so England couldn't hear them "I have something to tell you"
"Oui?" The Frenchman said.
"I think I'm pregnant"

This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^