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First TimeFrance can still remember the first time he had sex.First Time by CultureShockInBerlin
Most speculate it was with his first crush, Scotland. Or with his lifelong frienemy, England. Maybe he laid twenty toes with Prussia? Perhaps he was vulgar and perverse and took his young ward, Canada. There could have been some fooling around during America's revolution (and his own). Spain's oblivious nature taken advantage of? Then there was little Italy and his naïve curiosity. And let's not forget his strange relationship with Romano; surely this could be a viable reason for the boy to fear him so?
But these are all theories.
None are correct.
Despite this, people will still claim 'how it went down'. Romantically, they say, France the country of passion must have claimed or been claimed on rose petals, sheets woven from silk, a beautiful candlelight accenting the mood. Love would blossom, spread its roots and bind the country to the act, budding into desire before blooming into lust. Why else would France seek partners so m
Promise Of An Iris Ch 9Promise Of An Iris Ch 9 by TheMaidenOfOrleans
The door the basement swings open and Jeanne glances to the light her eyes fall on Russia as he begins to descend down the steps he grins at his captured prize, fear courses through Jeanne's body as he comes closer to her. He cups her face into his gloved hand "Privet, Little Angel... Now let's get to business shall we?..." he says before taking off his coat and preparing to start the torture.
He was determined to get information out of her. "I told you before! I will not speak a word of my time in heaven! Release me at once!" she snaps Russia ignores her "Your lil France is no match for me so I am not worried, also Jeanne I will awaken your powers. And you will become my perfect weapon." he says darkly her eyes grow wide, he wanted to use her?
Francis stands before Jeanne's house, an elderly woman approaches him and she looks up at him. "Miss Orleans... She... was taken by four men.... One had cold violet eyes... I think it was Monsiuer Russia..." she says to France worryin
Promise of An Iris Ch 11Promise of An Iris Ch 11 by TheMaidenOfOrleans
Chapter 11: A Dream come true
A gust of cold wind made a howl as snow began to fall from the heavens once again, Francis stares at the field where the irises grew every spring. He was bundled up in a navy blue wool coat, his golden blond hair was tied by a deep blue ribbon a gift he received from his beloved Jeanne.
Heartache filled his soul, he just couldn't be without her. He missed her so much he wished she would return to him once again, he watches as his breathe becomes visible as he makes his way through the snow covered field.
His eyes glanced about the city of Orleans, "Papa, wait!" cries a small voice causing him to stop in his tracks, he glances over his shoulder and his eyes fall upon the small child. A beautiful pale blond haired girl with the same gorgeous teal eyes that Francis loved oh so much, her cheeks were rosy red as she tries to catch her breath.
She wore a small blue dress under a darker blue coat, a small smile comes to Francis's lips, she rushes to catch up to h
Promise of An Iris Ch 8Promise of An Iris Ch 8 by TheMaidenOfOrleans
Chapter 8: Capture.
An entire month has passed since Jeanne met Russia, and yet there were no attacks or threats like she and Francis were expecting. Jeanne began to wonder if Russia was simply playing mind games, she rises from her chair in the living room when Francis begins to head to the door. He was preparing to leave for a nations meeting.
Jeanne smiles up at him sweetly he smiles back happily and not wanting to part from his beloved. "Can you me a small favor mon cher?" She asks adjusting his tie, "Oui of course Ma Cherie what is it?" he asks her brushing back her hair. "Promise me you'll try not to get into a fight with Angleterre?" she asks sweetly.
"I shall try, m'ange." he sighs and kisses her lips. He then rests his cheek on her forehead, wrapping her up his arms. "Why is it when I'm with you, I feel like nothing can go wrong?" he asks Jeanne smiles hearing his words. "Because we are together and nothing can break us apart." she says before watching him leave the house enti
Roses and Poppies1. Warmth;;Roses and Poppies by Zelda-is-Deviant
The heat from the lecherous Frenchman's body was not welcomed by most, but Feliks greeted it gladly and snuggled up to the other's bare chest.
As countries, their pasts follow and haunt them like shadows, but when France and Poland step into the sun they are simply Francis and Feliks.
According to France, there was nothing more romantic than watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and paint it lovely pinks and oranges; Poland thought it was nice, but preferred to watch the other watch the sunset (he made sure to never get caught staring, though, just in case France took it "the wrong way").
A simple glance or batting of those lidded emerald eyes can drive France over the edge every time, and Poland knows it.
The activity messed up their hair within a minute, but the thrill and Feliks being able to hold on as tightly to Fracis as he could--with good reason--made t
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