A/N: ...Nope. No excuses. I'm starting another story thingy. Sorry.
Anyway, it's a oneshot thing with a kink theme~ Sexy, right? Haha...but seriously, some angst up ahead...okay, judging from my list (which will remain a surprise) it's all angst or fluff -.-

Featuring Europe only (and Russia and Turkey since they're both Asia and Europe). I don't own Hetalia, because if I did, history would magically rewrite itself so France and Jeanne D'Arc could get married and have some nice French sexytimes.

Summary: A series of oneshots (short oneshots, but not drabble short) of European countries and their kinks/fetishes. Sometimes it'll describe their kink, or it'll be a story (probably angsty) involving it. Historical references will be involved.

France-Modesty/Conservative Clothes
FranceXJeanne D'Arc

Sir (if you consider him gentleman enough to be called such a thing) Francis Bonnefoy is a man of many, many years, and a man of many different kinds of pleasures. Love is everywhere, in infinite forms, over an infinite amount of time. Love is what keeps him faithful that humanity hasn't completely sunk to the bottom of the pit of despair and deficit. France has many...what are the younger nations calling it now...? Ah yes. France has many, many 'kinks'.

France has dappled in every game, play, and kink imaginable. Alors merveilleuse~!

Woman after woman, man after man, the occasional boy and girl looming at the edge of adulthood have all been tasted by the French nation of l'amour. He has his preferences of course...yes...oh yes, Francis Bonnefoy does indeed have his little favorites...

Blonde. Soft, cropped short tips swaying gently in the French breeze.

Eyes blue as the sky (Ciel). That perfect shade of blue...

Modest. Chaste. Pure. Heavenly. Covered.

Sweet and supple femininity clothed and covered and hidden away from prying male eyes, metallic, shining metal covering strips of cloth bound tight to pale slightly freckled skin.

Jeanne.

Beautiful Jeanne. Brave Jeanne. Sweet, kind, valiant, gorgeous, saintly, pure, innocent, JeanneJeanneJeanneJeanneJeanne.

His heroine, his savior, his saint, his lost, charred, broken heart, Jeanne.

Jeanne who he never had, whom he never could have. A soul, a heart, a body that he craves eternally, that his forever young hotblooded flesh will never stop longing for.

And so, he has his favorites. Young girls that have just jumped off from girlhood with soft short blonde hair, blue eyes, and clean, conservative, modest clothing that covers everything.

It's the closest he will ever get to true love.

A/N: Angsty right? Well, tell me what ya think (Review)! ...Please? Also, when it comes to these kinks, there will be irony. Not too much irony, but that bastard tends to come up alot in my writing.

Alors merveilleuse- So wonderful

Ciel-Heaven (Ha ha, Black Butler)

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