To say France was angry was an understatement. How could America have done something like that to Canada? Was this just a practical joke between him and some of the other nations?

He knocked furiously on the door to America's home, waiting a minute before the obnoxious blond opened the door.

"Francis… What are you doing here I thought you would be busy with-" France didn't give him time to finish his sentence. Barging in through the door, a hand on the American's chest, he pushed him back into the house until the younger man slammed into a wall.

"I would be busy wis Mattiew! Why would you think that you un'oly terror!" It wasn't often that France was angry. The man preferred to be lying back, drinking fine wine and observing the equally fine scenery, -usually Canada. The fact that the now flirtatious man was yelling at him, anger burning in his eyes, terrified America.

"What would possess you to drugMattiew! That poor boy was scared and confused. You 'urt 'im Alfred!" Alfred was currently trying to shrink to microscopic size to escape the angry Frenchman.

"I just wanted to… get things moving…" He tried to defend his point, but it only made France angrier.

"Get off of him you stupid git!" came a loud voice from the top of the stairs. England had become impatient waiting for America to return and came to investigate, finding that gaudy Frenchman all over his dearest former colony.

"Git? You call me this when your preciousAlfred drugged my dearest Mattiew!" Frances voice echoed through the house, England frozen in shock.

"You're lying…" England tried to convince himself of this, looking at America, who looked down, away from England's shocked and disappointed face. "Bloody hell. Why would you do something like that. You frog!" England began walking down the stairs to stand beside America, frowning in disapproval.

"I just wanted to… shake things up…" America seemed thoroughly ashamed, France noted to himself.

"'Shake things up'? You stupid git, you can't just go sticking your arse in where it doesn't belong!" His hand came up to his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose trying to think. "I'm sorry Francis…Apologize to Matthew was well for me. Let me handle this brat." England sighed heavily. "Is Matthew ok?" He asked as France moved away from America, his anger not any less sated.

"Oui, Mon Petit ange is alright. Take care, Arthur." France turned abruptly and left the house, leaving America in the very capable, punishing hands of England.

France returned home, calling out to Canada as he entered the house. He heard a faint sound from the upstairs, telling the Frenchman that Canada was awake. He made his way up the stairs, opening the door to his room slowly.

He felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he peeked through the door. Canada was sitting up in his bed, sheets barely clinging to his body, his knees pulled up to his chest, arms resting on his knees. His glasses were nowhere to be found as the innocent boy played with the bed sheets. Canada really was an angel.

"Mattiew, 'ow are you feeling?" France asked as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Canada blushed, looking away from France before nodding. France took a seat on the bed beside him, kissing his cheek before adjusting the sheets so Canada was not as exposed.

"I'm glad you are feeling better. I 'ave spoken to that brat Alfred." He let his hand run down the length of Canada's leg, causing the younger boy to shiver.

"What did he say?" Canada still couldn't look France in the eye.

" 'e said 'e wanted to… 'stir things up' "France tried to quote in his best American accent, causing the Canadian to smile before he thought about the words. He had a little flashback to his conversation with Alfred. So thatwas why this had happened. America had finally gone through with his threat. With catastrophic results.

"Would you like to explain to me what 'e meant, Mattiew?" France lifted a hand to Canada's chin, turning the man's head towards his own. "Hmm Mattiew?" he questioned again, looking into Canada's eyes, trying to read the emotions lying within. Canada blushed. He didn't know how to form the words. He had tried countless times to tell France he liked him. But he always froze up.

"I…Francis… Um…" God, why couldn't he just spit it out! Canada pulled his chin out of Frances grasp and hung his head between his knees, hiding from the beautiful man. "I… I like you Francis…a lot." Canada could feel himself blushing, especially as he heard a chuckle beside him and felt it rumbling through France's chest.

France almost lost all control right there. His wonderful angel liked him. 'like' wasn't a far cry from 'love', and if his wonderful Canada liked him, it was only a matter of time before France made him fall in love. France leaned forwards, pulling Canada from his sulking position, forcing the Canadian to look at him.

"This makes me very 'appy Mattiew."

France smiled as his hand was placed on the back of Canada's neck, pulling him forwards pressing their lips together. Canada melted under him, his lips soft and pliable beneath the Frenchman's tongue, delving into Canada's mouth, taking complete control of the kiss as he pushed the blonde down onto the bed. The sheets were going to become very dirty tonight.

France slowly moved on top of the Canadian, taking the other's hands and pinning them above his head. Smirking, France pulled away, kissing his way down Canada's jaw, licking over his neck, and up to his ear, where he nibbled gently. The Francophone smirked at the reaction his got, Canada gasping and wiggling beneath him.

"Oh Mattiew, your ears are so sensitive." France whispered into his ear sensually. Earlier France had been in a rush, just wanting to help Canada, but now, now it was France's turn. And he intended to tease and please the boy until he was nothing but putty beneath him.

He smiled to himself releasing Canada's hands as his mouth travelled lower. Canada's fingers tangled into France's hair, pulling gently on the soft locks and massaging the other's scalp, as France licked over a nipple. He loved the way Canada would jerk at his touch, the way his body arched into his mouth as he rolled his tongue over the hardening nub.

Canada bit his lip, trying to hold back the many moans trying to escape his mouth. France was incredibly experienced, biting and tonguing everywhere, taking note of sensitive areas, making sure to pay special attention to them, making Canada shudder and moan.

This was when Canada realized he was naked, and France fully clothed. How was that fair? Canada's mind was gone far past the point of being able to make sentences, so he pulled the long haired man up to him taking away that sinful pleasure from his body. His eyes pleaded, hands tugging at clothes, trying to pull them off the larger man in any way possible.

France chuckled again; the deep rumble making Canada bite his lip as France brushed his hands away, removing his clothing faster without Canada's hands. Canada however, put his shaking hands to good use, unbuckling the Frenchman's belt as his shirt was thrown unceremoniously to the floor.

Once his belt was undone, France smiled, leaning down and kissing the blushing Canadian quickly before moving off the younger blonde, making sure to slide his leg over Canada's hardened length. France smirked, standing and slowly removing his pants.

Canada couldn't take his eyes off France, watching with embarrassment at the silky thighs, calves and… other thick lengthy things that scared the smaller man a little. But all fears were quelled as France stepped back to the bed, climbing back onto of the Canadian, chest to chest, hips to hips.

France jerked his hips against Canada, making the innocent boy cry out from the pleasure. He could feel France's length pressed against his own, jerking and thrusting against him, never stopping creating those wonderful sensations.

"Spread your legs for me, Mattiew." Canada couldn't hold back a groan as he heard those words uttered so sinfully into his ears, his body acting of its own accord, legs spreading wide for France. "This is your first-" France was cut off, Canada propping himself up on his elbows.

"Non, I have. Once before." Canada blushed turning away trying to hide his shame.

"Who 'as defiled my beautiful ange?" France spoke, jealousy bursting from inside him.

"Alfre-ahh" Canada moaned as he felt a slick finger push inside of him without warning. France smirked, pleased with his reaction as he continued to pump the lube coated finger in and out of the tight Canadian.

"S'il vous plaît, Mattiew, continue." France really did love to tease. Canada shook his head trying to form words as France added another finger, stretching his insides.

"Just Alfred-ohh. We were just- curious."

France approved of this answer. It was just once; Canada still belonged to him, and only to him. He continued stretching the beautiful blonde below him, scissoring his long fingers in and out.

Canada cried out again, this time in pain as another finger was added. France whispered soft words in his ear as he continued his ministration on the younger man, filling, burning, stretching him for something much larger than three fingers.

When Canada's face was no longer scrunched in pain, and he felt the Canadian pushing back against his fingers, he took his cue. Kissing Canada sweetly as he pulled his fingers out, slicking his own length before positioning himself at Canada's sweet puckered entrance.

"This will 'urt." He spoke quietly before kissing Canada again, sucking on his bottom lip and tongue, trying to distract him as France pushed into the tight heat that was Canada. France moaned into their kiss, the tight hole practically sucking him in, engulfing his dick in the most pleasurable heat.

Canada could feel his proud erection wilting, the pain overcoming the pleasure as France sunk deep into him.

"Mattiew, you are so tight. So beautiful." He left Canada's mouth in favour of his neck, kissing and sucking along the pale column.

Canada was in pain. That hadn't changed from his first time with America. Tears were running down his cheeks rapidly, France licking them away just as fast as they were pouring out. He felt so loved. France had done a much better job preparing him than the inexperienced American, and soon Canada could feel the pain ebbing away. He felt so loved as France waited patiently, whispering sweet words into his ear and peppering his face and neck with gentle kisses.

"Francis... Move. Maintenant" He was practically begging. And who was France to deny him his wishes? He began slowly, pulling out and pushing in gently, making sure Canada was comfortable before picking up in speed. France reached down, his hand wrapping around Canada's wilted erection, coaxing it back to life as he gained confidence, Canada gasping and moaning with pleasure. He started changing his angles, searching for that one spot inside the other man that would make him see stars.

Canada yelped loudly, his hands slapping over his mouth in surprise as a spark of pleasure shot up his spine. It happened again, his entire body shuttering under France.
"Francis! Ahh!" Canada had been reduced to only names and cries of pleasure.

France smirked, his body sweating as he increased the power in his thrust, aiming for the same spot over and over again, brushing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves existing inside of every man. Canada's mind almost ceased to exist, as he was assaulted by the consistent pleasure of France pushing into him, filling him fully as his hot length disappeared inside of Canada's all too willing body.

"More, Francis! S'il vous plaît!" Canada begged. He could feel himself edging close to his orgasm, the strong feelings welling up inside him, ready to burst at any moment. France delivered. His speed increasing, pushing into the smaller man faster and harder than before. His hand copying the pace of his hips, pumping Canada's erection to the same rhythm of his powerful thrusts. Both men were panting, their breathing coming in shallow gasps as they neared their release.

"Mattiew, je t'aime." France whispered hotly into Canada's ear, a powerful thrust into his prostate, and a particularly hard jerk to his length, had the smaller boy exploding, his seed spilling out of him and over Frances hand. His orgasm had his insides contracting, pulling and squeezing Frances own orgasm from him suddenly. He pumped in and out of the boy a few more times, riding out the orgasm as he filled Canada with his seed.

later, as he lied on the bed, exhausted, and revelling in the post orgasmic pleasure he realized that it was France's confession that did him in, and he only half appreciated that. He loved what France had admitted, but would have liked to have held out longer. He never wanted that pleasure to end.

But the pleasure had ended: France slumping on top of Canada, kissing the Canadian passionately before pulling out. Canada groaned from the sudden emptiness, his arms wrapping around France, trying to fill the void.

"Moi aussi Francis." Canada whispered in Frances ear. France rolled over, pulling the Canadian on top of him.

"Better than with Alfred?" France said, a hint of jealously in his voice. It made Canada smile; he liked that France was jealous of him.

"Much better than Alfred. So much better you cannot even compare." Canada smiled at the egotistic nation. He should have known his sweet side could only last so long. But Canada was content, lying atop France, snuggling into his warmth, listening to his heart beat as they basked in the afterglow of sex.

Maybe he would have to thank America later. Maybe.

Woohoo! So after reading a bunch of Franada fic's My favourite couple changed from UK/Can to Franada. Here is the proof. A wonderful two-shot of smutty goodness. I need me some more reviews! Tell me what you think so I can fix my mistakes and be a better author for you!

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