Erin: Hello, my babies. I've not been updating lately because I'm a fucking lazy shit :'D But I'm back now!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything mentioned in this chapter that would obviously not belong to me ahen.

This chapter is rated M for poorly written smut and swearing.

Arthur was pissed.

Francis kept flirting with him, Ivan kept 'kolkolkoling', Gilbert kept saying 'awesome' every two seconds and Antonio kept saying how they were 'cute'. Arthur, in these teenage years, wasn't cute. Yes, if he tried, he was cute. Or, as Kiku said, shota. Though, Arthur was covered in scars, tattoos and piercings. He wore a short, ripped top, skinny jeans and a pair of converse trainers. Not cute. Intimidating, more like.

"Did it hurt falling from heaven?"

Oh God. Francis had just used what is possibly the most overused pick up line ever. Arthur turned his head swiftly and glared. He would strangle the Frenchman, if it weren't for the fact they were in a car.

A small sigh escaped Ivan's mouth as they neared Antonio's house. It was pretty nice- wait, was that a tomato shaped door mat? Ivan's eyebrow arched at this, but he shook it off, deciding to listen to the other two teenagers quarrel. Ivan was really only wearing his normal outfit, except it was smaller.

"Oh, come on, Arthur, you know you want me," Francis smirked, earning a mumbled 'wanker' in return. The Frenchman payed no mind to it, simply moving his hand to cup Arthur's face. Francis was, yet again, pretty much the same. Except his hair was a bit shorter and his stubble hadn't grown in yet.

"We're here~!" Antonio's voice cut through the silence like a knife does to butter as he undid his seat belt, jumping out of the car, care free, as usual. Gilbert turned the engine off, also getting out

Arthur waited a minute. He was in the middle of Ivan and Francis. Yet neither seemed to be getting out. So, he had two options. One, climb over the perverted frog or two, climb over the creepy Russian. To be completely honest, he'd rather do neither. Sighed, he made up his mind, crawling over the Russian. To his surprise, nothing really happened-except for France reaching over and slapping his arse. Arthur squeaked...and managed to fall out of the car, his face smacking hard off of the concrete that was the pavement.

Everyone cringed and 'ooh'ed. Antonio added "That's got to hurt..." and Gilbert had made a look of pain, hissing, "I felt that..."

Arthur slowly pushed himself up, breathing shakily. His head hurt like hell, and a small dribble of blood flowed from his nose, yet he still said, "I'm okay-"

Ivan got out after Arthur had moved and Francis laughed that French laugh of his and skipped out of the car and around to the others. Antonio was checking Arthur's injuries while Gilbert was laughing his arse off. Francis rolled his eyes. Didn't they know Arthur could tend to his own problems? The kid had had to fend for himself. Heck, Arthur was on the run from the police!

"Are you sure you're okay?" Antonio asked for what had to be the tenth time now.

Arthur whipped the blood away using his jumper, sighing, "I'm find, okay?" He slung his bag over his shoulder (no one had stopped to wonder when he'd gotten it) and took the keys out of Gilbert's hand, shoving them in the key hole and pushing the door open.

"Okay, there's three spare rooms upstairs, all with a connected bathroom. Chose what room you want-" Antonio never got to finish as Arthur immediately ran up the stairs. "I get first choice."

The other four blinked and chased after him. To they're surprise, Arthur had chosen the smallest of the three rooms. The Briton carefully put his bag on the bed and started unpacking. Pencils, pens, notebook, recorder, more piercings, clothes, a small Swiss knife- knife? No one dared to question it, in fear Arthur would show them how the knife worked...

"Ve'll go clothes shopping tomorrow, for tonight, ve'll get dinner and sleep, ja?" Gilbert explained, nodding his head when no one objected.

To no one's surprise, Francis took the biggest room and started looking around. Ivan rolled his eyes and retreated to his room...

-Time skip-

Everyone rushed down stairs, looking at what Antonio and Gilbert had made- No, wait, change that to ordered. A chicken curry sat at everyone's side of the table. Everyone took their places, digging in the second their butt hit the chair. It was spicy, but really, really nice.

After dinner, Gilbert announced they were going to watch "Junior". Antonio, Ivan and Gilbert sat on the sofa, Francis sat on the armchair and Arthur sat on Francis.

They laughed at the funny parts, gasped at the surprising and, all in all, enjoyed the movie.

-Ten minute time skip-

"I zink it's time for jou three to sleep," Gilbert said, nodding in the direction of the stairs. He was trying to be responsible.

Antonio rubbed his eyes slightly and yawned, "Si, sleep," he muttered, standing beside Gilbert. "We trust you'll go to your own rooms, no carrying on or messing about."

The teenagers nodded, and the two adults left. Ivan got up without a word and simply went to his room, fairly worn out after this day.

"Ooo~ Let's have some fun~" Francis grinned, moving to the couch, carrying Arthur in his arms.

Arthur gasped slightly, looking up at Francis, with a way-too-innocent face. "What do you mean?"

Francis moved his mouth to niddle on Arthur's ear. "Let's try and make you like the man in the movie~"

The Briton was confused at first until he remembered. The man in the movie was pregnant. Male countries had the ability to get pregnant. Francis wanted sex.

"Oh, um, n-no thank you, Francis," Arthur squeaked.

Slyly, Francis moved his mouth yet again to Arthur's own, crushing them against his. Arthur tasted of smoke and blood. Francis smirked. It may have not been the nicest taste, but Arthur was a punk. A rebel. Even a murderer. And Francis liked the taste of the copper-tasting substance. He flicked his tongue out, liking Arthur's lips. The Briton shyly parted his lips, letting Francis slip his tongue in.

The wet muscle explored the dark, wet caverns of Arthur's mouth, enjoying it. Arthur then started sucking on the tongue greedily, dragging a long moan from Francis. They both pulled away forair, a single string of saliva leaving them connected.

"A-ah, Arthur, you 'ave no idea 'ow long I've been waiting to do that..." Francis muttered, smiling down at him.

Arthur gave a small smirk back up. "How about w-we go to my room...?"

Francis didn't think twice. Sure, they were underage in human years, but they were over one thousand in country years, so did it matter? He stood up and swiftly picked Arthur up, running up the stairs, quietly.

Their little make out session continued until Arthur trust his hips upwards, something brushing off of Francis' leg.

"Ohonhonhon~ Is that a pencil, or are you happy to see me?" he grinned. Arthur blushed turning his head, "Sh-shut up, frog..."

Slowly, Francis removed Arthur's shirt, licking his lips and flicking his tongue against the pink nub before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, his other hand flying up to play with the other perk nipple. Arthur moaned, throwing his head back as he ached his hips again, grinding against Francis' own boner. Said frog removed his mouth to moan before switching his hand to suck the other nub. Biting, pinching, licking.

His mouth trailed down Arthur's chest, over his stomach as his fingers hooked the British boy's trousers and pants before swiftly pulling them down. Arthur shivered at the cold air, his member twitching in desperate need of attention.

Francis poked at it, teasing, before licking the underside of it. He swirled his tongue around the tip, loving the salty pre-cum, before taking it into his mouth. Arthur's nails dug into the mattress, biting his lip to avoid the loud moan threatening to sound that would surely wake the house up...

Ivan considered screaming, but put his pillow over his head. Francis and Arthur.. They were- He shivered at the thought, rolling over and closing his eyes. Sleep. He needed sleep. Yet, it would never come to him when the others were making erotic noises. He whispered softly, feeling a tight feeling his his pants. Great, now he was hard. Slowly, Ivan sat up, removing his night pants, staring at his upright member before curling his hand around it and slowly beginning to pump it. He moaned, speeding his pace up...

Francis removed his mouth, sticking three fingers in front of Arthur's face. "Suck."

Obediently, Arthur done this, sucking on them, coating them with saliva, all the while making cute little noises.

Francis removed his fingers before sticking one inside of Arthur's tight little hole. He slowly thrust it in and out, watching as Arthur squirmed beneath him. He stuck another in, curling them, scissoring them. He added a third after a while, thrusting them.

Ah, now he was ready. Francis removed his pants, grinning as he took a mall tube of lube out of his pocket and covering his member with it. Arthur arched a brow. "Do you always have lube on you?" Francis simply smirked in reply before looking at Arthur. He received a nod, slowly filling Arthur with his length. The punk whimpered, a small trail of drool traveling down the side of his mouth. After several minutes, Arthur nodded, giving Francis a signal.

Slowly, Francis started thrusting, Arthur arching his back and moaning. God, it felt so good. "F-faster..." Francis obeyed, speeding up his thrusts and bending down to nip Arthur's neck, sucking at the skin, leaving a mark. Francis moved his mouth to the other's mouth, taking him in a kiss.

Suddenly, the angle of the thrusts changed and Arthur screamed out. "Y-yes! There! Please! More!"

This continued, thrusting, biting, sucking, kissing, moaning- then something happened. Arthur arched his back up high, screaming as he reached his climax, love juice spilling over his chest and some even on his face. The Brit's inner walls tightened and Francis grunted, climaxing in the tight whole. They panted, and Francis slowly pulled out.

He collapsed next to the English boy, hugging into him. "'ey, Arthur? J'taime~" he sang, licking at the mark he had made earlier.

"Hn, I love you too..."

Ivan bit into his other hand as he climaxed over himself and the wall. He'd just wanked off to Arthur and Francis having sex… He thought about how awkward it would be on his part just to look at the two.

Fuck.

Erin: So, what did you guys think...?

I'm running out of ideas! Who should watch them next, and what shall they do?