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There was something different - off - about Kiku at the world meeting. The way he fidgeted and squirmed was not like him at all. A few of the closer-by nations could see exactly what was wrong with him as he crossed his legs and leaned forward inconspicuously. Most of them politely ignored it (they expected the same courtesy from him if it ever happened to them), except for one. No one was surprised that Françis practically leapt out of his seat - almost as fast as the Asian nation had - when the meeting was over and quickly go after the Asian nation. After all, Françis was always looking for a good lay.

“Bonjour, Kiku.” Françis purred with a wink. He placed both hands on the wall, trapping the shorter nation between them, and leaned in close with a sly grin.

“F-Françis-san!” The Asian nation gasped as the blonde moved one hand to rest on his chin to tilt his head up; he felt a knee push between his legs. Françis could tell he’d made the right move by the way Kiku blushed and how his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Mon chéri, I couldn’t help but notice you during the meeting… Was something - or someone - getting you… ‘hot and bothered?’” Françis stroked Kiku’s chin with his thumb.

The dark-haired nation gripped the blonde’s arms and attempted to push him away. The sudden push caused the knee between his legs to suddenly jerk upwards and rub against his - already very sensitive - organ. Françis’ smile widened when the shorter nation’s eyes glazed over completely and a groan escaped his lips.

“Let’s take this somewhere more private, non?” Françis chuckled, wrapping an arm around Kiku’s waist and leading the Asian nation to his bedroom.

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Françis ran his hands over Kiku’s body as the smaller nation dangled naked from the ceiling, standing on his toes so as to not hurt his arms.

“Mon Dieu, you’re into some weird stuff, Kiku.” Françis groaned, pleased. “I like the way you think!” He punctuated this by slipping a blindfold over Kiku’s eyes.

“Onegaishimasu… H-Hayaku…!” The Asian nation groaned as warm fingers traced along his member.

“Aw, pouvre Kiku. You know I don’t speak Japanese.” The blonde cooed, wrapping his hand tightly Kiku’s dripping length.

“Ah! J-Je suis désolé, Monsieur Françis. “ The dark-haired nation gave a weak smile as his hips twitched and jerked forward. “Mnh, j'ai dit, ‘S'il vous plaît... Hâtez-vous...!’”

Françis laughed. “I like hearing you beg me in my own language, Kiku-chan.” He peeled off his jacket. “And I’m more than happy to comply.”

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Kik sighed contently as he curled up on his side in his bed, a warm body curling against him from behind.

“Oh mon Dieu, Kiku!” Françis sighed. “I had no idea that the quiet Japan was a screamer!”

Kiku flushed.

“I’m ashamed to say I haven’t taken you before now. Mes excuses, mon joli garçon~!” The blonde rubbed cheeks with the dark-haired nation. “Était-il bon pour vous, mon chéri?”

“Watashi ha kazan kirai da.” Kiku murmured as he drifted off to sleep, leaving a very confused Françis behind him.

Description
There was something different - off - about Kiku at the world meeting. The way he fidgeted and squirmed was not like him at all. A few of the closer-by nations could see exactly what was wrong with him as he crossed his legs and leaned forward inconspicuously. Most of them politely ignored it (they expected the same courtesy from him if it ever happened to them), except for one. No one was surprised that Françis practically leapt out of his seat - almost as fast as the Asian nation had - when the meeting was over and quickly go after the Asian nation. After all, Françis was always looking for a good lay.

“Bonjour, Kiku.” Françis purred with a wink. He placed both hands on the wall, trapping the shorter nation between them, and leaned in close with a sly grin.

“F-Françis-san!” The Asian nation gasped as the blonde moved one hand to rest on his chin to tilt his head up; he felt a knee push between his legs. Françis could tell he’d made the right move by the way Kiku blushed and how his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Mon chéri, I couldn’t help but notice you during the meeting… Was something - or someone - getting you… ‘hot and bothered?’” Françis stroked Kiku’s chin with his thumb.

The dark-haired nation gripped the blonde’s arms and attempted to push him away. The sudden push caused the knee between his legs to suddenly jerk upwards and rub against his - already very sensitive - organ. Françis’ smile widened when the shorter nation’s eyes glazed over completely and a groan escaped his lips.

“Let’s take this somewhere more private, non?” Françis chuckled, wrapping an arm around Kiku’s waist and leading the Asian nation to his bedroom.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Françis ran his hands over Kiku’s body as the smaller nation dangled naked from the ceiling, standing on his toes so as to not hurt his arms.

“Mon Dieu, you’re into some weird stuff, Kiku.” Françis groaned, pleased. “I like the way you think!” He punctuated this by slipping a blindfold over Kiku’s eyes.

“Onegaishimasu… H-Hayaku…!” The Asian nation groaned as warm fingers traced along his member.

“Aw, pouvre Kiku. You know I don’t speak Japanese.” The blonde cooed, wrapping his hand tightly Kiku’s dripping length.

“Ah! J-Je suis désolé, Monsieur Françis. “ The dark-haired nation gave a weak smile as his hips twitched and jerked forward. “Mnh, j'ai dit, ‘S'il vous plaît... Hâtez-vous...!’”

Françis laughed. “I like hearing you beg me in my own language, Kiku-chan.” He peeled off his jacket. “And I’m more than happy to comply.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kik sighed contently as he curled up on his side in his bed, a warm body curling against him from behind.

“Oh mon Dieu, Kiku!” Françis sighed. “I had no idea that the quiet Japan was a screamer!”

Kiku flushed.

“I’m ashamed to say I haven’t taken you before now. Mes excuses, mon joli garçon~!” The blonde rubbed cheeks with the dark-haired nation. “Était-il bon pour vous, mon chéri?”

“Watashi ha kazan kirai da.” Kiku murmured as he drifted off to sleep, leaving a very confused Françis behind him.