I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO WRITE A FIC FOR MY FAVOURITE HETALIA COUPLE!

Warning: Any type-o's you see in France's dialogue is because of the French accent!

Enjoy the Franada!

"You go over to his house every day Matt. It's so obvious you like him." The brash American spoke through a half full mouth of hamburger.

"I do not! Francis is a pervert too… isn't he?" The American nodded again at the blushing Canadian.

"You like him Matt. No denying it. That would be like saying me and Arthur don't get together and do the horizontal monster mash every Thursday." He nodded his head, agreeing with himself, making Canada blush further.

"I don't like him like that! He's just really cool… and suave… and intelligent, and well built… His hair is really nice too… And the way he never confuses us…" Canada trailed off, thinking about all the things he liked about the Frenchman.

"You're in love Mattie. And if you don't do something about it soon, I'm going to have to be the hero and do it for you."

It had been months since Canada had the conversation. While Canada had forgotten all about America's threat, the older man had not. America was simply biding his time, waiting for the right moment to put his plan into action. The threat that America had made didn't hold in the Canadian's head and he had no idea what he had set himself up for.

"You going to see Francis again Matt?" America spoke, mocking the Canadian as they walked down the hall away from the conference meeting.

"Oui! He's making dinner tonight. Which means he'll be making dessert. You know how good his dessert is." Canada was excited, and America had to use all his will power not to make a dirty joke with the Canadian's words. It was just too easy.

"You barely eat anything when you're there Matt, you just end up talking all night."

"Mhmm, which is ok. But sometimes it's not. Because all he has in his house is wine, and you know how much I don't like wine. So my mouth get's all dry and my tongue stops co-operating with me. It makes Francis laugh at me." Canada took a deep breath, re-gaining the lost oxygen from his long spiel.

America smiled, Canada didn't talk much. Before meeting France, America had never heard the blonde speak so much, and now a days if Canada spoke at all, it was about France. The kid was in love, and he didn't even know it! "Hay Matt, I know where there's a vending machine, why don't we get you some water before you go?" America managed to sound so sincere he almost surprised himself. He then told the younger nation to wait there, and he sprinted off down the hall to the vending machine. America insisted that if he had to wait for Canada to run beside him, Canada would be late to Frances', so Canada slumped against the wall as he watched the American leave. He returned a few minutes later smirking as he ran up to the Canadian.

"Here yea are Matt. I even opened it for you. I know how you don't like anyone else knowing you're a little weakling." He smiled at Canada, nudging his elbow as he handed Canada the water.

"Merci Alfred… I'll see you tomorrow, oui?" He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, waiting on the American's every word.

"Yea Matt. I'll see you tomorrow."

Canada arrived at Frances house like usual, the bottle of water America had given him tucked away in his messenger bag. The two French speaking nations would often lose track of time and talk late into the night. Canada often brought a spare pair of clothing, in case the two countries lost track of time. When this happened and France would insist that Canada stay the night, so Canada often packed a spare pair of clothes for just such incidents when it was too late for the younger man to leave.

Dinner was delicious as usual; France cooking up only the best cuisine his part of Europe could provide. Canada drooled over the desserts as France watched. Usually Canada ate very little, but he always ate at least three of France's Pastries. It made the Francophone happy that Canada enjoyed his talent for baking so much. After dinner, the conversation was moved to the sitting room, just as they always did, talking lightly about politics before moving on to other topics on anything and everything. The two nations could talk for hours, yet at the end of the conversation, when asked what they had talked about, they would not be able to explain.

France also enjoyed that Canada spoke to him. The usually quiet and shy nation would have volleys of excitement at some topics, bursting out and speaking loudly, while at other times he would return to his normal shy self and mumble quietly into his sleeve. And today Canada was talking a lot. He could feel his mouth drying out, trying to slow down and speak less until he remembered the water America had bought for him. He pulled it out of his bag slowly, nodding at a point France was making, before twisting off the cap and gulping some water down.

"Are you thirsty Matttiew? I could go get some water if you would like." France seemed mildly concerned that Canada had not mentioned it before. If it bothered him so much as to bring his own, why didn't the nation just ask?

"It's ok Francis, I wouldn't want to bother you." He smiled cutely and looked down into his lap. Of course the younger blond wouldn't mention it. He probably thought it would be terribly disturbing to the older man if he had to… God forbid, get up and pour Canada a glass of water.

All this talk of drinks had the Frenchman looking into his own emptied wine glass. He was in need of a refill no doubt. France stood and brushed a couple of crumbs from a cookie off his lap.

"I will be back in a minute Matttiew, I just 'ave to get myself another glass of wine." He smiled down at the boy before he received a nod and walked into the kitchen.

Canada had known he was attracted to France for years, but only recently had he been able to get up the courage to talk to the older male. He enjoyed spending time with France, being able to have this comfortable relationship with the Frenchman made Canada happy. Yes… his thoughts often drifted to France late at night, but he had never done anything as extreme as…taking things into his own hands. Being able to spend time with France and stay by his side was enough for Canada.

He sighed silently, fingering the cap of his bottle as his mind reeled in thought. –Then he froze. An all too familiar tingling feeling jolted up his spine, before slowly pooling in his stomach. The Canadian's eyes widened with shock. This had never happened before. He'd never been aroused just being with France, just seeing France. How could he evoke a reaction this strong? And why all of a sudden now?

Canada had thanked the gods that France wasn't in the room as it happened. One minute he was sitting on the couch patiently waiting for France to return, the next, he felt his entire body heating up, he became fidgety, and then… aroused. The teen was mortified by that as he realized his pants were quickly tenting.

What would France do if he saw this? His secret would be revealed! He pulled his knees up against his chest, hoping the French speaking nation wouldn't question it and Canada could work on willing away his surprise hard on.

It wouldn't have been hard for the elder man to grab a glass of water while he got more wine, but no,Canada was too shy and polite for that. When France returned to the sitting room, he found Canada curled up on the couch, his knees pressed up to his chest; and his completion, more red than the last time he looked upon the Canadian's beautiful face.

"Mattiew? Is there somesing the matter?" He placed his wine glass on the table, sitting down, a worried expression not leaving his face. The only response he received from the boy was a curt shake of the head. France noticed he was not just hugging his knees, but also a pillow, his face hiding in the fringe.

"Êtes-vous bien? Your face, it is so flush." He heard something mumbled into the pillow, but couldn't make out the words at all.

Now he was really concerned. How could his condition have changed so rapidly? France stood, and sat down beside the Canadian on the couch, a hand reaching out to his Canada's shoulder. The younger boy jerked away, shuffling to the furthest reaches of the couch, shaking his head. France frowned. Canada was reminding him of a child who was sick but still wanted to go outside and play; hiding their symptoms for the sake of more fun.

"Mattiew stop this foolishness." He moved closer to the Canadian, his gloved hands grabbing his cheeks and pulling Canada's head towards his own. He touched their foreheads together, comparing Canada's temperature to his own. Canada was blazing hot. France first assumed Canada was sick, but when he pulled away, he came to another conclusion.

Canada was flushed red, his breaths short and shallow, mouth parted only slightly trying to take in more air in. His eyes were wide, his emotions shining through him clearly. France saw confusion, terror, and something that surprised him. A little hint of that lusty glazed look, and if anyone knew what lust glazed eyes looked like, it was the Frenchman.

He let go of The Canadian's checks, slipping his gloves off before letting a hand caress Canada's cheek. The younger nation sucked back a breath, biting his lip and holding his breath.

"Mattiew. Do not be so scared Mon Cher." France whispered into Canada's ear as he placed a hand gently on Canada's knee. He did not expect the gasp that exploded from Canada's mouth. It was such a simple touch, what could have possibly gotten the nation so riled up? "Tell me what 'appened mon petite beau." He tried his hardest not to bite at the boy's ear; he was already suffering enough, no need to tease the poor soul.

"I was just sitting here, a-and it- I just got so h-hot all of a sudden and- and then-" Canada was breathing hard as he spoke, his mind trying to realize how it had come to this point. France listened to Canada's response, slowly pushing the knee out of his way. "And then…" He couldn't do it. How was he supposed to tell France, the man of his wet dreams that he had gotten a surprise erection? It couldn't be done. But France did it for him.

"And den dis…" France finished for him; his gentle hand was placed on his very full pants.

Canada cried out from the sudden touch. Everything was over sensitized right now, the breath on his neck, France's arm pressing against his leg, their torsos just gently brushing, a tickle from a lock of France's hair.

"I don't understand-ahh!" Another cry as France licked up the shell of Canada's ear. France smirked. How could he resist the Canadian now? He had been barely controlling his lust for the boy for longer than he cared to admit. And now, the boy was practically writhing beneath him, obviously needing to be attended to. But how did this happen?

"Oui Mattiew, 'ow did this 'appen?" He pulled away from the boy for a moment looking around before locking on the bottle of water. "Mattiew, 'ho gave you that water?" He spoke, moving back to the Canadian, his hand moving back to the boy's clothed erection, massaging it harder than he had previously.

"What-ahh- the water? Al-ahh-fred." Canada thought he had done pretty well at stringing that sentence together, seeing as how France had been kissing his neck and palming his aching length.

Alfred? Why would Alfred do something like that? France decided he would visit the loud nation later. Right now, he needed to attend to Canada.

"Mattiew, Mon ange, let me 'elp you." He felt the Canadian go stiff beneath him. He smiled gently as he kissed his forehead, and pushing the pillow off the smaller man's chest. "I promise I will make you feel good." He moved away slightly, looking into Canada's wide eyes.

Canada lurched forwards, wrapping his arms around Frances neck, pressing his body into the others. "Oui, s'il vous plaît Francis. Please." It only made France smile as he stood, pulling the younger man into his arms, carrying him up the stairs quickly.

Canada gasped as he was dropped to the bed, France shedding his gaudy purple jacket before climbing on top of him. His shirt was first to go, both of them helping to pull the offending garment off of Canada's hot and flushed body. Had this been any other time, France would have stopped to gaze at Canada's chest, so pale and unblemished. But this was no time to tease: If Canada had been drugged he needed release.

His pants didn't last long, France pulling them down his long lean legs, along with his boxers. And France wasted no time, he laid against the Canadian, sealing his lips to the smaller nation before wrapping his long fingers around Canada's weeping erection.

Canada cried out, France moving from his open and panting mouth to his neck, nibbling at the muscles there. The moan that came from Canada as he orgasmed was more delicious in France's ears than the finest French wine. Canada's seed spilled over his hands and onto Canada's chest.

He was panting hard, one arm thrown over his face to try to muffle his moans.
"Merci Francis. Merci." He panted unevenly. France smiled, wiping his hand on a corner of the bed before moving up to kiss the man. Canada's lips parted under his mouth, allowing his tongue to easily slip in, tasting the wonderful essence that was The great northern nation. He smirked into the kiss, his hand finding the quickly hardening length, wrapping his hand around it for the second time.

"Ah-ah-ah, Mattiew, I do not think you are done yet." He smirked down at the Canadian. His hand picked up the pace as he kissed down Canada's neck, pausing to nip at his collarbone, licking away the bite marks before continuing down.

He smirked into his kisses as he listened to Canada gasp and moan; the usually quiet nation was so vocal. France moaned in approval as Canada's body jerked, another moan falling from his beautiful pink lips as his mouth engulfed a pert nipple. France began to feel verysatisfied as Canada's soft hands found their way into his hair, gently pulling on the blond locks as he writhed in pleasure.

France nibbled gently on the nub, leaving it hard and red as he kissed across Canada's chest to give the same treatment to the other, his tongue laving over the excited nub, electing more gasps. His free hand moving up, rolling his fingers over the other nipple, pinching it between his fingers as he tightened his grip on Canada's erection.

It was too much for the over sensitized nation. His body stiffening for the second time, crying out France's name as he shot his seed over his chest once again.

"So many times Mattiew. Such stamina." France extenuated the word, lifting his hand and looking it over before licking it clean.

Canada blushed at the act that could only be classified as 'erotic', leaning forwards, sealing his lips to Frances in a passionate kiss. Canada could feel himself blush harder as he tasted himself in Frances kiss, but it didn't slow him down. France took full advantage of this, letting his tongue delved into Canada's mouth, his tongue playing with the Canadian's, almost in a fight for dominance, before Canada surrendered and wrapped his arms around France's neck.

Canada didn't know what to do with himself; he couldn't control his body, his arms moved around France without his consent, his tongue dancing and playing with the flirtatious nation above him. The kiss felt so intense, like the two men had been pining over each other for years. Canada felt like France was fucking him with just his mouth.

The younger blonde pulled away from the kiss, pushing France away slightly, his breath still coming in shallow pants as he stared into Frances eyes pleadingly.

"François…s'il vous plaît, I don't understand. I can't stop." The sweating man begged as France directed his attention to Canada's surprisingly hard erection. He needed to release for the third time? What had the American put in his drink? It didn't matter; his sweet northern nation needed him.

"Il est alright Mattiew, it is not your fault." France kissed the boy chastely before once again kissing his way down the pale chest. He only stopped momentarily at his nipple, rolling his tongue over the hard bud before continuing down, licking and nipping where he saw fit. He made sure to lick away every bead of cum from Canada's previous orgasms, humming in approval of the salty taste of Canada. The blue eyed boy seemed impatient, his straining erection twitching, begging to be touched, but France was very careful to keep away from it.

It was almost perfect for the older man; Canada's eyes were screwed shut tightly as he kissed his way past Canada's bellybutton. He looked up at the shivering boy as his tongue snaked out, licking up the entire length of Canada's hardness, watching as the Canadian gasped, his entire body shuddering in pleasure.

"Francis!" Canada called out as France took his entire length into his mouth. His mind was scrambled, his mouth unable to speak anything but the moans France pulled from him.

France hummed to himself, sending amazing jolts of pleasure into the Canadian. He couldn't stop his hips from bucking up into that slick, wet warmth as France sucked his cheeks in, applying more suction around his throbbing erection; his teeth scraping just lightly on the sides, his tongue laving and dipping into the sensitive slit making the Canadian shake and shiver.

It was too much too fast for the Canadian, and he could feel himself descending the icy spiral of orgasm. His body twitched was he came for the third time that day, crying hoarsely into the room as France milked him for all he was worth, swallowing ever drop.

Canada was exhausted, his limbs splayed at awkward angles as France wiped his hand on the edge of the bed sheet before crawling up beside the Canadian. He looked over the dishevelled nation, his chest rising and falling, his breaths starting to slow, the sweat glistening over his body, a few streams of cum still clinging to his stomach and chest.

He rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth to clean the tired boy. Then he moved the covers from under Canada, tucking him in so he wouldn't be cold.

"Rest 'ere mon cher. I will be back soon." He left the burnt-out man in bed to rest. Three orgasms would take its toll on the young man. Now to find that Idiot America.

I've Decided to make this a two shot, and the second half will be out very shortly.

It was Beta'ed by Threnna (www. fanfiction. net/u/2024999/) She was an amazing beta and you should go read her stories.

Hope you enjoy... Even you under-agers! *shakes fist*

Majestic moose out!