Ron Pope, Fireflies, Piano Sheet Music

[Axis Powers Hetalia] French Maid

Title: French Maid
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), Germany (Ludwig)
Pairing: France / Germany
Prompt: L ' Drunkenness is the cause of so much trouble ...
Rating: NC-17
Party: 1 / 1
Beta: mapi_littleowl
Warning: Crossdressing, lemon, OOC, oral! Sex, pwp, uke! Germany (yes, it is a warning), yaoi.
Spoiler: None
Word Count: 2516 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Germany and France is not drunk.
Notes: Written for the Challenge Open - P0rnofante vs P0rnodrillo issued by the community fanfic_italia at the fourth edition of the Fest P0tn .
Acknowledgements: A mapi_littleowl , who not only read it in preview, but that is the one with which the phrase "I'll bet that France has a complete maid tailored to each country" gave me the strength to give life two of my most secret and disturbing kink (in Germany and Germany crossdressing UKE!), and beckyvh that challenged me with this pairing that I have always secretly adored, but on which I have never had occasion to write. I know that this is NOT what you'd expect, but I hope you like it anyway. ; __;
Discaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and his characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


Ok, maybe had a little 'over the top. France began nervously tapping a finger on the cheek shaggy, tilting her head from side to side to see better, and more points, that he did not know whether to consider the biggest risk he had run in his entire life his best work. course to be beautiful, beautiful is, he said, unable to repress that sense of pride and satisfaction that fluttered in his chest like a cat intent to purr, and while her lips are ironed in a triumphant smile, while lower, something began to move.
had done well to invite him, and even though Germany had initially opposed some resistance - it was clear that he feared an impact similar to that which had followed World War I - France was nevertheless able to convince him, and if you stopped to think for a second could not help but wonder to what had developed his skills of persuasion. Mentally congratulated himself, with his gab, with his foresight in being able to always choose the topic and the right tone to use to get what he wanted, but after a while just shook his head from side to side , forcing back to concentrate on what was now in sight. Why it was worth it, and how if it was worth.
sigh, while his gaze wandered undisturbed on the body of its host, and the first thing they ordered him to lower his eyes to the ground, to look hard on my shoes, because although his appearance was in itself sufficient to excite, France knew perfectly well that the best part, in any case, it was always the expression of the face. Oh, what would not give to be able to immediately read the other nation in the eyes, bright eyes, beautiful, just overshadowed by alcohol that he had thrown down from the moment he entered the house, all that was passing in the head, his drives and desires no longer inhibited by reason.
But he would not, not right away, and so, making force, he studied with interest and long muscular legs of Germany in a tight pair of white socks, white, coming soon to mid-thigh, held up by garters and black embroidered, and then was lost for a moment amongst the lace from escaping beneath the skirt, without doing anything to prevent his mind to note that, contrary to appearances, Germany was incredibly exciting , wearing those clothes. He sighed again - and suddenly began to seem too tight pants - and after having dwelt on the white apron, which created an interesting contrast with the black dress, on sleeves and round, puffy, France finally allowed himself to look into her face.
Oh, but it's even better than I could imagine. Her cheeks were tinged with a German red access - France and honestly did not know if that redness was caused by alcohol, embarrassment, or both - and kept moist lips already parted, to allow air to enter and exit more quickly, while his eyes shone a light, amused, in sharp contrast to the innocent and astonished expression on his face he had painted.
We see that a part of him already imagine what is going to succeed, thought, sensually stroking the goatee, and after throwing a quick glance at the duster that Germany clutched in his hand - as if it were his lifeline, almost - and the cap that covered just the hair blonde and a little disheveled, took a step forward and then another, until you reach the front, very close. He raised a hand, resting on his chest, and only because of that light touch Germany jumped, barely holding back a moan of surprise and even more tightening his hands around his precious work tool.
was completely drunk, more drunk than he had ever been in the last ten or fifteen years, because even if only part of his mind had been able to realize what was happening - or, rather, what would happen shortly thereafter - there would have two seconds to get up off that stuff and run away, far away, in France, at least for that night, he could not reach it. But the fact was that he had been able to say no to all the glasses that the other nation had continued to offer, again and again, mixing white, red, beer and other spirits, which at one point, had limited going down his throat that he could not account for what they were, and when France had brought him to his room, told him to undress - citing that as an excuse, with those clothes, would eventually die of heat - and invited him to get something more practical he had not been able to listen to it.
It would have done more. The Frenchman, smiling and talking softly, slipped her hand resting on his chest which he kept on his right shoulder, along his arm, and pressed his fingers between those of Germany, and pulled it behind as he would a child docile and obedient . She made him sit on the bed, sink into the soft mattress and bed covers, red silk, and then, without saying a word, he knelt between her legs and rested her hands on her thighs, between them, forcing to spread.
'Fran ... cia ... "What I escaped from the throat of Germany was little more than a whisper of surprise mixed with a groan, and the French could not help but bend the lips in a satisfied smile and move on, hoping to hear others, such as lines, stronger. Gently, then rose lace white as sea foam sticking out from under her skirt, and now his eye was attracted by the penis of the other nation yet flabby, looked at him for a while, that seemed to sprout from the base of the hair very clear that covered the pubis to the tip that just stroking the fresh tissue on which he sat, and then lifted with two fingers, leaning toward it with the lips just parted, and licked.
He heard groan and stiffen and Germany, taking a good sign, continued to move the tongue on the tip of her sex, stroking, teasing until she was satisfied, then the more deepen the contact, taking it between his lips. German, groaned louder and France began to move his head back and forth, rhythmically, feeling the sex of the other nation that is increasingly hardened in his mouth and continued to suck and pump a little longer, 'without ever increasing frequency, until, suddenly, he left him, leaving him with a groan choked in the throat and towering erection between his legs.
France stood up as if nothing had happened, licking his lower lip, and never taking his eyes from the German, who quietly asked him why he stopped and begged him to return there , where he most needed him, he began to undress, slowly, one by undoing the buttons of a shirt, pants, and when he was finally freed of all his clothes put both hands on the face of Germany and leaned toward him, leaning on her lips his. She kissed him long, slipping his tongue into the mouth of the other as if he were tasting, and when he parted from him, smiled, stroking the cheeks with your thumbs.
"Fear not, mon cher . I'm here to make sure you have everything you desire. "The German opened his mouth to say something, call his name, words and disjointed phrases, and France remained at him tenderly for a moment before saying, with the kindness and charm that had raised so far, to turn around, kneel, crawl up the pillow.
Almost without even understanding what he was doing Germany did it, and crawled on the silk coverlet up to the headboard of the bed canopy. Buried his face flushed in the soft pillows and then, when he felt the mattress move beneath him, he turned just in time to see that France, with a deliberately slow and sinuous movements, climbed on the bed and moved behind him, where he could not see it. The German even more bent his neck to try to see at least part of the nation's image, but before he could succeed in doing this put both hands on her buttocks uncovered, stroking, just down to tickle the inside thigh sweat and sensitive.
Germany groaned and bit his pillow fabric and France continued with his little game for a while ', because the cast who came out throats were really delicious too, because he could rinunciarvici so soon, and then moved to New hands on her buttocks. He put the tips of your thumbs between them, wide apart, bent forward and after he pulled out his tongue, sliding it inside of him.
The body of the German had become incredibly sensitive, because of all the alcohol he had ingested, and not just the language of France began to move around and within him, he began to moan out of control, to make the quilt and feather duster in his hands until his knuckles whitened, while his blood flowed in my veins like a river, down, clearing your head already empty. The French would never have expected a similar reaction, and then the other struggled under him, going back to his tongue, more arousal between her legs grew hard and unbearable, and so, when he thought he had done enough, put on a first finger inside him. The pain caused by
quell'intrusione was completely absorbed by the beer that flowed into the body and German continued to move back and forth as if nothing had happened, accepting it with a grunt submerged the second and third finger entered and exited from he plan, extending it until it was desired that also added a fourth, a fifth. He did not in any way aware of what was happening, the only thing he knew - and had his body, to know it, the erect penis between her legs - was that he wanted more, within him, and when disconnected phrases with groans and strangled him, asked him, begging him to fill, France knew he had reached his limit.
He stood with his back straight, and after removing the fingers from the body of the German spread his buttocks, as he could, and put the tip of her sex against his opening. He swallowed a vacuum, when the thought of what would happen to him shiver the spine, and then slowly sank within him, becoming completely enveloped by his tight body, its intoxicating heat that seemed to him even my blood boil in my veins , let it go crazy. He would have been impossible to describe in words what I felt at that moment - a pleasure and an immeasurable joy even greater if he thought that finally had the chance to have him there, at his complete mercy - and so, after a deep breath, she told what to think, at a time like this, it would have been stupid, useless.
began to move, then, inside and out, with the pelvis pushing as hard as he could, and every thrust rose high in the air already tainted moans, grunts and muffled pleas that will increase more and more his excitement, his desire to enjoy that moment till the end and still a bit 'more. The body of Germany was more welcoming than, looking, anyone could ever imagine, and every time that France was sinking into him heard him open up, still a bit ', the desire to have felt again and again, until the end, until completely full, while the lace of her skirt fluttering around his body, as if dancing as if they, in their small, they wanted a part of the pleasure that shook the two nations since their hidden soul, and lower mortality.
Suddenly the thrusts of the French became even stronger, faster, and the German began to feel his body go up in flames, shake, and before he could realize a blinding white flash and passed him in the eyes bleary pleasure, illuminating and darkening at the same time, as he emptied, finally satisfied, the red silk that covered the bed. And France did not take long to reach orgasm him.
spasms of Germany, its high groans and cries of pleasure filled the air around them seemed to give more power to another nation, they seemed to push their own, forcing him to give and take more, and when the German fell, exhausted, on the bedspread, her face sunk in the pillows and sit in the air, still full of himself, he felt shaking from France in the bones and trying to keep my eyes open - he had no intention of losing even a second , that night - grabbed him by the hips and pulled him against if, then pushing hard, until he did not feel completely filled by an immense pleasure, can make him feel like he was about to explode, unable to contain it. He came with a strangled cry, inside the body of the other, and when the orgasm diminished seemed that there was nothing left inside is him, nor an ounce of strength or anything else.
came out slowly from the German, then lying down beside him on his back, and after recovering at least some 'air to breathe correctly almost turned around to look at him, raising both eyebrows and then discover that it was already asleep. "Of course, that alcohol really devastating effects on you, even England would be left to do what I have done tonight, "she said, laughing and gently pushing back the hair that fell on the broken face. "You should drink less, not good for you."
shook his head from side to side and while the forces returned gradually in him, he pulled up, sitting, and after he passed a hand through his blond hair and sweaty looked around - focusing especially on the clothes scattered on the floor and carpet as if they were old rags - and said he had no time to stand there idle. He had work to do. The first thing was to get rid of material evidence, clean it and coat, and after he should have thought a story convincing enough to explain what the evil that was due for a bit ', would prevent him from sitting quietly.