I havent written anything in such a long time but oh god this was just so fun to write.

It's rushed and has a lot of typos and whatever but hey inspiration is inspiration.

All based on this FrUk comic by Iraya ; iraya . tumblr post/ 16048759624

So I own nothing , not the characters nor hetalia not even the plot , just the words and the way they're strung together :)


The club was whirling and spinning madly as Madeline tried to make sense of it all. Overloaded senses that danced through her nerves pushed her from side to side , nausea claiming her quickly. She fell onto a warm sturdy expanse and clung to it , hoping to god it was someone she knew. The soothing French lulled into her ear comforted the Canadian who relaxed more into the frenchman's hold.

" So easily drunk , mon petit ?" Francis slid his hand onto her waist to prop her into a more steady position against him , before surverying the club a final time. A smirk grew on his face as he slowly carted Madeline outside.

" Let's get you taken care of , my lightweight …"

Madeline just grunted in affirmation before losing herself once more. She heard Francis talk into a phone. Something about a car and a hotel , but nothing that really pricked at her senses. But to be fair at this point of intoxication , nothing really was surprising or alarming anymore.

A black car swerved professionally in front of the club entrance and Francis carefully slid Madeline inside.

" Hurry up and get in ! The cars getting cold ,you plonker !" A crisp voice shouted from the drivers seat , heavily soaked in an English accent.

" Oui , oui. Just trying to get her in properly." Came back the mild retort .

As Francis himself slid in the car , they set off. Madeline resting on him was groaning in pain and exhaustion to which he wrapped his arms around her tighter in comfort , smiling lewdly all the way.

Arthur's expression could be seen from the rearview mirror , worry and confusion constantly apparent. Francis simply shrugged and all was quiet.

Within minutes a soft snore broke through the placid atmosphere and the lewd grin once again befitted itself on the frenchman's face. " Now she's asleep here's my chance !" thought the suddenly aroused Frenchman.

"TO THE HOTEL !" he softly shouted or tried to, and Arthur eye rolled before following instructions. Francis and Arthur's gaze met once again through the mirror . " Are you sure about this ?" Arthur mouthed , to which Francis replied with a wink and a kiss to the sleeping girls forehead.

The drive was short but painful for the Frenchman seated at the back , Arthur just seemed uneasy. He imagined what was to come … Lips on skin , bodies pressed together , sweaty and moving in rhythm , lustful moans and whines of pleasure , and hands traversing every inch of skin. It was all worth it , even if there was a slight deviation of plan.

Arthur pulled over to the side of a hotel and parked , before gingerly getting out of the car. Francis who was already waiting , smirked and pounced on the waiting Englishman , worshipping his face with kisses that were being returned as eagerly.

Before pushing into the lobby as a tangle of limbs , Arthur looked back at the sleeping Canadian in his car and then to Francis who was now making quick work of marking his neck . " Are you sure we should just leave Madeline here instead of….."

The words died altogether as Francis kissed him , sucking animatedly on his lower lip before letting go. " She'll be fine. It's you I worry about…"

A smirk , a blush and they stumbled to the reception to get a room.


END !