A week after their date in Havana, Matthew found himself in Paris on the doorstep of a fashionably designed house. Taking a deep breath in, he rang the doorbell and prepared for the worst. He really had gotten himself stuck between a rock and a hard place if he was already asking for help from France.

Opening the door, Francis was happy to see who was waiting for him. "Matthieu! It has been too long!" He said, pulling the blond closer so he could kiss both of his cheeks in the typical French greeting. "Finally, you have come to me, I have been waiting so long!" He let Canada inside, closing the door behind him.

"Bonjour France. Sorry for the short notice, but I don't really have too much free time on my hands lately." Well, it was mostly because of all his time with Cuba or as he told his boss 'Strengthening Canadian-Cuban relations to be a positive role model for Americans'. Going into the pristine house, Canada couldn't help but marvel at it. Every time he set foot in it, it looked like a new house. All the decorations had changed to have a more modern, sleek feel to it without being too plastic. Just the fact that he noticed all of that proved that Matthew had spent too much time with the European nation.

"No problem, I always have time for Nouveau moi." France said, sitting on a couch and motioning Matthew to do the same. "And, what brings you here today? Wanting to try something better than hamburgers? Or... are you here for me?" He asked, running his hand along his chest.

Sitting down, Matthew corrected. "For your advice more specifically. Well, it's for my... Friend. See," at here he stopped himself, taking a breath because he couldn't believe he was actually doing it, "they have this person they like, and they are already quite close. But, my friend wants to take it to 'the next level' and is scared to ask... So... What should he do?" It seemed a feat in itself that Canada didn't stutter once, since just being around Francis made him feel awkward.

Face softening, France looked at Matthew, taking one of his hands. "Oh, mon cheri, you really think that way about me? That makes me feel so happy!"

"W-What?!" Matthew practically yelled, pulling his hand away from France as well as jumping a foot in the air. "I'm not talking about me! And I'm not talking about you!" He really should have known better than to have asked him for advice.

Frowning slightly, Francis looked down. "Well, alright. I understand. Well, this friend of yours should try seducing them. Get them to make the first move." He was only disappointed a little. Eventually Canada would get tired of being with boring lovers and realize what he really wanted was someone with experience.

Shaking his head, Matthew's wayward curl bobbed once he stopped. "He said he already tried that and it just led to what they were used to."

"Hm... so how far have they gone, exactly? And what gender are they?" These were things he needed to know, and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was nosey.

"You know..." He said offhandedly, "things... And they are both guys. They just haven't done it yet and my friend wants to." Thinking for a second, Canada added. "Do you think it might be because his lover still prefers women?"

"I have no way of knowing that, because I don't know who it is." Although, he could make a guess. But he wouldn't, because then Matthew might never talk to him again. Or later come running to him while naked, like he did in his fantasies. "So basically they have just not had sex. And your 'friend'... bottom or top?"

Thinking for a second, he replied slowly. "I think he thinks he's a bottom, but he's never done it with a guy either..." To Matthew it felt like he was being sneaky, but if France asked who it was he could just say it was some other nation. Mind you, the way he was looking at him made it feel like Francis was asking more to find out about Canada's life to try and get them together.

Nodding, Francis filed that piece of information away. Probably bottom and never had sex with a man. He still had a chance to take his virginity! "Well, it should be simple. He only has to hint at it, really, so he should buy a bottle of lube or a vibrator and let his boyfriend see them." Of course he wasn't going to give him any good advice.

The creepy grin that started to overtake France's face made Matthew's mind up for him. "Thanks for the advice. I'll tell my friend what you said. Au revoir." With that, he stood up quickly and made his way to the door; walking backwards so he couldn't be taken by surprise.

Sighing, Francis looked longingly at the door. Another chance, gone. He picked up his phone, dialling a number he knew by heart. "Bonjour, sourcils!"

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Finally coming home after yet another meeting with Alfred -this time to talk about his 'Heroically awesome plan to bulldoze your land to make a parking lot for my country'- Canada smiled at what he just remembered. Ismael said that he was going to come up to Canada today and spend the next few nights as his boss did something or another. Perfect.

Grabbing a random book, Matthew laid naked on his stomach and started reading. Conveniently, he had gone to the drug store a few days after talking with Francis and bough a small thing of lube that would be perfect for them to have sex at least a few times before needing more. He had put it in such a place that it would fall off the bed if they were to move around too much, and then hopefully Cuba would be the one to pick it up. And if all went according to plan, they would finally be able to make love to each other.

Ismael walked in, having opened the door with his own key. He saw Canada on the bed, completely naked. Quietly he walked up to him, going on his knees beside the bed and putting his hand on the small of his back. "May I ask why you're naked?" he said quietly, kissing the back of his leg lightly.

"I just thought it would be more comfortable, you know?" He answered semi-cryptically. Hopefully he would make the bed move and put his plan into action. Truthfully, Canada felt somewhat like a pervert for trying to seduce him into having sex.

Kissing up his back, Cuba ran his hands all along him. "Not that I don't like walking in on you like this, but what if you catch a cold?" He asked between kisses.

Staying on his stomach, Matthew just mumbled. "I won't get sick from the cold. I get sick from my brother." Trying to make it a bit more obvious, he put the book on the bed and propped himself on his elbows and knees so his butt was a bit higher in the air. If Cuba asked he could just say he was getting closer to his kisses. "That feels good Ismael."

"I can make you feel even better, if you turn around." Cuba said, smiling. He started taking off his own shirt, throwing it on the floor. Glancing at Matthew, he saw him rolling his eyes for some reason.

He just wasn't getting it! "Or how about I stay like this?" He wasn't going to make it easy for him since Canada knew what he wanted. Sure it was a little bit mean but tough love for a little bit would make Ismael desperate for anything Canada would give. Nudging the lube off the bed, he tried to act surprised as it fell off; though the light blush was real.

Confused, Ismael picked up the lube. "Uh... I guess this makes it easier to jerk, but we've never needed it before." He mumbled, wondering why Canada was acting strange today.

"I just thought that it would be something to try..." He explained quietly, disappointed that his thoughts went back to what they had done before and not on anything new.

Smirking, Ismael nodded. "Alright, how about 69?" He asked, realizing they haven't done that in a while. Of course then they wouldn't need the lube.

Was he blind, or did he just not notice all the signals? Or maybe he noticed them and didn't like it. "Don't you get it?" Matthew's voice was barely above a whisper. He really shouldn't have been getting so worked up about it, but he couldn't help but feel bad about it.

Still confused, Cuba sat down on the bed. What was wrong? "What are you talking about? Is the recession hurting you so much you don't want me to be here?" That didn't make much sense, but what else could it be? Unless Matthew wanted to break up with him...

Letting out a sigh instead of yelling like he wanted, Canada just said, "That's not it... It's..." a second of awkward silence fell between them. "Are you ashamed of being with me? Is that why you don't want to do it?" A few tears started to fall down his face as he buried his face in the pillow.

"Ashamed of being with you?" Cuba asked, completely confused. How could he ever think he was ashamed of being with him? Didn't Matthew know that whenever they were in a meeting and they caught each other's eyes across the table, he wanted to yell out to everyone how much he loved him?

Peeking an eye from the pillow, Matthew explained. "Sure you do other things with me, but you never seem to want to go farther! Is it because you are ashamed of being with another man? If that's the case, why don't you just go out with Mexico or some other girl? At least she's geographically closer!" By now he had to hold back all his tears, which in turn made him almost start to yell. It was a proven fact that the only people he could get angry with were people he truly cared about.

Grabbing one of the hands that was flying wildly, Ismael forced their eyes to meet, taking off his glasses so they wouldn't get tears on them. "Matthew, stop. I have sucked your cock more times than I care to count, and you think I'm... that I'm not alright with you being a man?!"

Blushing from the bluntness of his comment, the blond could only look down at the bed with glassy eyes. "If you don't care then why won't you go all the way with me?" Even the fact that he was completely naked while Cuba was only wearing pants didn't lessen his feelings. Canada was more confused now then upset, but he really just wanted to know what irked Ismael enough to not want to have sex.

Sighing, Ismael moved some hair out of Canada's face, wiping off a tear. "I don't want to-"

"I already know! It's pretty obvious since you haven't even done anything when I tried to get you to! I even asked France for help letting you know I was ready without being embarrassed by having to say it!" As much as it hurt him to think it, Canada desperately tried to deny that what he had said was false, because he had completely and totally fallen for the nation, and he didn't know what he would do without him.

Stopping the emotional rant, Cuba put his hands on the Canadian's face, bringing him in to a kiss. Pulling back slightly, he looked into his eyes. "Matt, shut up. I don't want to hurt you." Ah, how could things have gotten so out of control?

A moment of silence fell over them as Matthew absorbed the knowledge. "Don't want to... Hurt... Me?" He repeated slowly, tears falling down his face without him noticing. Then as if a floodgate opened, he threw himself against Ismael and sobbed into his naked chest. "I'm so sorry! I just thought; no, I didn't think! It's all my fault!"

Patting Matthew on the back, Cuba held him close. "It's ok, stop crying. Come on." He sighed, hating it when Canada cried.

"I love you so much... I was so scared..." Nuzzling his face into Ismael's warm, tear soaked chest, he let himself calm down. "But... Does that mean?" Looking up to his face, Canada asked with his gaze. Just because he figured out why Cuba never seemed to want to have sex with him didn't mean that he still wouldn't try.

Smiling slightly, Ismael sighed. "Look, Matthew, I've never had sex with a man before. I don't really know what would happen, I mean what if you... start bleeding or something?" Of course he wanted to do it, but not at the cost of Canada's health.

Shaking his head, Canada put his hands on Ismael's chest. "You won't hurt me. I'll make sure to tell you if it does or if you should stop. Why else do you think I bought lube?" Now a small smirk was on his face. God, he felt like a pervert but he probably couldn't help it being raised by a self-proclaimed one.

"Are you sure? What if you don't like it?" At one point, he had almost went with another man, just so he could know what to do with Matthew. Of course, he didn't, feeling too guilty.

His smirk dropped for a second before perking up again. "I've been wanting this for too long not to be able to enjoy it. Plus my country is the only one in the America's that has given gays complete legal rights. It'll be ok." Who would have ever though that the Canadian would be talking about having sex so calmly? Definitely not himself.

Laughing a little, Ismael nodded. "Alright. If you're alright with it." He waited for Canada to nod before getting the lube. It was really convenient that he had gotten it, really. "Promise me that if it hurts, you will let me know."

"Of course." A new blush was on his cheeks; more from excitement then embarrassment. Leaning up a bit, he kissed Cuba lightly, tasting hints of vanilla ice cream and cigar smoke. A strange combination but it never failed to remind him of Ismael.

While they were kissing, Cuba let Matthew fall back onto the pillows. "I love you." Somehow, he wanted to clarify that before they started. He opened the bottle of lube, not sure how much to use. Ismael kissed him again, putting his slick fingers at Canada's entrance. "Really, really love you."

Raising his hips slightly, he just waited for Cuba to press his first finger into him. Once it was in, Matthew let out a little gasp. It didn't feel bad at all, just strange so far. "Keep... Keep going."

Nodding, Cuba pressed his finger in more, amazed at how warm it was. He leaned down, sucking lightly on Matthew's neck, making sure he didn't leave a mark. "How do you feel? Should I add another finger?" Ismael knew that there was a spot that would make Canada scream but he wasn't sure where it was.

"I'm fine. I'll tell you if it hurts." Really by this point Canada was just amazed by the fact that Ismael was actually doing this with him. Leaning his head back into the pillow, he moaned appreciatively as his insides were stroked and stretched. Adding a second finger slowly, Ismael tried searching for that spot. He started kissing Canada, heatedly roaming his mouth. Suddenly he felt Matthew's body shudder and heard a breathy moan escape his mouth.

Matthews body shivered again as what he assumed to be his prostate was prodded experimentally once more. "Again... Please..." he murmured against Cuba's lips before they joined again in a deep kiss.

Doing as requested, Ismael took the chance to add a third finger while Canada was distracted. His other hand started tugging on Matthew's cock, making it even larger. "How are you doing?"

"Please stop worrying about me. My brother is more a pain in the ass then you will be." Yes the fingers inside him made his hole feel uncomfortably full and stretched, but Matthew also knew that it would hurt for a little bit before he got swept away by the pleasure. In order to comfort both of them, Canada ran his hands slowly against the other's tan skin as he leaned up for another kiss as the fingers inside him started to shift around in time with the strong hand on his erection.

Trying not to imagine the two North American twins in a similar situation, Ismael kissed him back. He had imagined doing this many times, but had thought they would never get to it. But it looked like Matthew was enjoying it, so it was alright.

Moaning quietly into the kiss as his prostate was hit by three fingers, Canada wrapped his arms around Ismael's broad chest and hooked one heel on small of his back. "I...I'm ready." Now he was starting to get embarrassed again despite wanting it.

Biting his lip slightly, Cuba nodded and took out his fingers. He undid his pants as quickly as he could, taking them off fully to throw them on the floor. They were soon followed by his underwear, letting out his full length. "Are... are you sure?"

Swallowing hard, Matthew answered with a slightly shaky voice. "I'm su-sure." All he could focus on was Ismael's cock that was finally allowed freedom from it's cotton prison. Sure he had seen it many times before, but for some reason, it seemed completely different this time; and god did it look big. How was it supposed to fit inside him anyways? France always said that with enough preparation one could get any size to fit, but he really didn't want to prove it wrong. Yet he still couldn't help but shudder from the fact that it was finally going to be inside him.

"And you promise to tell me if you need me to stop?" He waited for the nod before going forward, putting a reassuring hand on Canada's stomach and pressing his shaft to Matthew's puckered entrance. "I love you." He said as his head pressed in, feeling the tight muscles open for him.

Canada's fingernails scraped at the skin on Ismael's back as the head of his cock slipped into his hole. The feeling was much different to his fingers, but still held a similar burn with the promise of pleasure coming soon. "Don't st-stop now... Please..." He whimpered, wanting to feel more of the hard length inside him.

Amazed at how forward his lover was being, Cuba complied, going further in. It was really tight, almost too tight, but he was told to keep going. He didn't stop until his full length was inside Canada's warmth. "Matthew, look. We are one." He said quietly, looking at where dark skin blended to light.

As his body accustomed itself to being filled so completely, Matthew looked down as Cuba said. It really was amazing; but it was more amazing that Canada had finally gotten to have sex with his lover. "Ahh... Please..." Another whimper came from his lips as his hands and foot held the two of them closer. Canada's body could tell that if they were to move and hit 'that spot' again, he would feel amazing despite the burn that was present now.

Thrusting slowly, Ismael tried to aim at where he thought that spot was. He bent down, kissing Canada's stomach and chest. At almost the same time as the blond started writhing beneath him, he latched onto one of the nipples, where he knew Matthew was sensitive.

Throwing his head back, Matthew let out a wanton moan. The friction was quickly becoming addicting and all he could think about was wanting more. "F-Faster, please Ismael, plea-ahhh!" Burying his face into the pillow, his hips started to move on their own accord; rutting against the other's stomach as well as helping their pace speed up.

Slightly surprised at the sudden change in the Canadian, Cuba went faster, satisfying both Matthew's pleas and his own sexual hunger. He had never heard Canada be as loud in the bedroom, or any time really, as he was being now. It was turning him on all the more.

Another moan was dragged from his chest as Ismael's thrusts started to become faster and harder the more he was sure Canada was ok. Matthew in turn became louder and cared less about anything that didn't have to do with the way their sweat-slicked skin slid against itself, how their heavy pants filled the air or the pleasure that was starting to coil in his abdomen.

Picking up speed, Ismael was soon thrusting into him with almost all his might. Groans were coming out of the Cuban's throat to be joined with the ever-increasing sounds of his lover. "Ugn, Matthew, promise me you will never do anything like this with anyone else."

"Nevernevernever!" Matthew said, the word bubbling past his lips as a mantra. No one could ever make him feel this good, since he never felt as close as he was with the Caribbean nation. His other leg had long ago joined its twin on Cuba's back in order to bring them closer.

Panting, Ismael reached behind him to bring Canada's legs farther up his back so he could more easily reach his now-willing hole. "Good." He grunted out, silently promising the same. Bending down, they started kissing again, tongues thrusting in and out just like his lower half.

In the haze of pleasure, the blond barely could remember as he reached down between the two of them to stroke at his needy cock. It wasn't until Ismael's hand squeezed around his own that his attention was brought to it and continued to gasp from pleasure and exhaustion as he rocked himself closer and closer to climax.

Speeding up their hands to match his wild thrusts, Cuba began sucking on Matt's neck. At first it was gentle, but as Canada's moans got louder and they both got closer to their orgasms, he started sucking harder, adding teeth to the mix. "Matthew..."

"I-Ismael... Please!!" Matthew's entire body felt like it was going to convulse any second now; so filled with pleasure that he could barely breathe never mind talk. It wasn't until he let out a high pitched keening sound that he realized that he was cumming, shooting streams of sperm onto their hands and stomachs.

Wiping the cum off his hand, Ismael followed him soon, filling Canada to the brim. Kissing him, the Cuban pulled out, some sperm leaking out of his entrance. "Was that... Alright?"

"It was better than alright." Canada murmured tiredly, a small sated smile on his face. When Cuba laid down beside him, he cuddled next to him. "It was amazing."

Holding the Canadian close, Ismael smiled. "I think so too." He was almost falling asleep already, smelling his hair. "Alright, I have said that I love you a few times, but I haven't heard it from you for at least ten minutes."

"Are you jealous?" He asked with a yawn. "I love you too. I'm glad you decided to do this with me. I knew you wouldn't hurt me."

"It's not my fault that you're so sexy I worry that you will realize you're too good for me and leave." Cuba mumbled into Matthew's hair, closing his eyes for sleep.

"I'm not sexy. Plus, France is the only person that would want me, and he wants everyone." Pressing himself closer despite how hot and sweaty both of them were, Matthew intertwined their arms and legs; desperate for contact.

"I really doubt France is the only one who wants you." Cuba mumbled, not wanting to get into that conversation right now. They had actually gotten into fights about how sexy and great Matthew was.

Controlling his breathing to match Cuba's, Matthew mumbled sleepily. "Thank you again. I love you." Canada couldn't be any happier than he was at that moment, slipping into the best sleep of his life.