Seven minutes in heaven-France

"_____got Francis..." Alfred said. You twirled the rose in your hands, not really paying attention until he came along and lifted your chin up, causing you to look straight into his deep blue eyes. You blushed darkly. You had heard of his reputation and to be honest, you wanted to know why he had one as such. He pulled you up and into his chest, making you blush even darker. "Come ma chérie, we have a closet to get into." He said, opening the door for you.

Once you were both inside, you were pushed gently against the wall, butterfly kisses travelling up your neck. You blushed, if possible, even darker, his stubble grazing against the skin of your collarbone. "Ma chérie, a little birdie told me you 'ave some form of crush on me~" You heard him say. "S-So what if I do??" You stuttered, feeling his hands trace your curves. You heard him chuckle, that signature laugh just made you want to throw him to the floor. But you could never do that. "Then that means I 'ave someone who won't run away~" He said, nibbling on your neck. "Now shush..." He said, kissing your jaw line. "W-Wait, can I say one more thing?" You asked. He stopped for a moment, looking at you. "J-Je t'aime.." You whispered quietly. You saw him grin in the darkness and felt his lips near your ear. "Je t'aime aussi." He said, before kissing you softly.

He may have started off soft and sweet, but this is France. It's impossible for him to stay that way very long. His tongue traced your bottom lip as his hands rested on your hips. You wrapped your arms round his neck as you opened your mouth slightly. He delved in, exploring every nook and cranny. You moaned a little, letting your hands run through his golden locks.

You let out a startled gasp when you felt him slide his hand into your jeans, rubbing slowly. Your blush turned burgundy as you moaned, louder this time. You heard him let out his signature laugh when people started cat-calling. "You're a loud one amour~" He said, sucking and biting your neck, making sure to leave a dark mark.

The doorknob turning alerted him to the fact the seven minutes were up, but he didn't stop. The door opened and he simply looked at America, who had a look of shock on his face. France then looked at you and smirked. "Fancy taking this to the bedroom ma chérie?"