Hetalia 7 Minutes in Heaven: France- Rose

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...blooming red rose.

"Wait...don't tell me I got-"

Out of nowhere, you felt two pair of arms wrap around your body like vines and you turned your head over your shoulder to see Francis, the biggest pervert you had ever met in your entire life.

"Ohonhonhon!" you heard the perverted laugh from behind that gave you a chill. "It looks like moi is lucky tonight, ma char~!"

You mumbled in despair, also death-glaring at Alfred who innocently dropped the bag and held his hands up in a defensive way. But when Alfred dropped the large bag, you heard a loud groan came inside the bag and you stared at it in confusion. Your eyes laid on it for a while, later turning to Alfred who still had his hands up in the air.

"Hey, don't ask why he wanted to be inside the bag," Alfred said, and you stared confusingly at him.

Francis lets you go and quickly goes inside the closet with much joy, you followed later with head sunk down and dragging feet. But before you got into the closet, you felt a hand grab your shoulder and pulled you in; Arthur looked at you with secrecy and diligence with something in his hand.

Arthur took your hand and dropped a whistle. "If Francis is getting too dirty with you," he said cautiously, "you know what to do with this."

You examined the white whistle Arthur gave you and kept it close to your chest, going inside the dark closet and closing the door behind you. Before you knew it, arms slithered chillingly around your body and you almost gagged at the strong scent of multiple perfumes he wore on himself.

His face went close to yours, foreheads touching and your eyes staring at his alluring blue eyes.

Your senses automatically knew that you had to blow your rape whistle, so you placed the whistle between your lips and you were about to blow when Francis took both your wrists, pulled them up in the air and took it away from your mouth using his mouth.

"We won't be needing this, oui?" he asked, he spat the rape whistle away from his lips which landed somewhere afar and he said in a seductive voice, "I will treat you gently, mon amour…"

Francis had full control of you and with that he lead you to a wall where your back rested on, with his free hand he cupped your chin and pulled it up to meet his face filled with sexual desire of you. Right then, he leaned his face more to yours and kissed you in the lips but you didn't kiss him back, you only shut your lips tightly because you didn't want to kiss him. However his pleading mouth refused to let you pass and soon licked your lips as though they were sweet chocolate and you felt a stinging feeling of pleasure roaming within you.

Finally, you kissed him in a French style he does with any other women and your tongue was exploring his wet cabernet and the taste in his tongue tasted like sweet red wine. Francis took his hand off your chin and though you knew what he was going to do, you allowed him to search around your body freely. The kiss could go on forever but you had to pull away for some air, a line of saliva dripping off the side of your mouth and you gasped at the sudden squeeze Francis gave you on your breast.

"You like this, oui?" asked Francis who gave a childish smirk.

"N-no…" you answered unsurely.

"Non?" he said in French. "Pardon, _..." he looked sadden that you weren't enjoying what he was doing—but who wouldn't want something this perverted?

"Wait," you said out of the blue, "I didn't exactly…hate it, I just feel new to this…"

"Oh, so you are a beginner to this?" he said as if it was simple.

You felt your left eye twitch a little and said, "I…I'm not a beginner!"

Oh god, what the hell did you just say?

"Ohonhon," Francis laughed with a perverted pitch, "so you say, mon amour?" right then he squeezed your breast again and you whelped from the suddenness of his touch.

Right then the two of you went back to kissing each other, this time you gained a little control with his tongue as you swirled it around in his mouth which in turn gave you a satisfactory music of his pleasurable moans. Francis however was the controller of his hand which wandered around your body and so far it roamed to your back, his hand went up and he playfully tugged your bra while smiling in your kiss.

When you pulled away from the kiss and looked up to him, both of you panted and Francis gave a puzzled face about your bra. You smiled frailly and nodded, giving the okay for taking off your bra.

But just when Francis successfully undid your bra without hast, the closet door swung right open to reveal Alfred grinning manically with a camera in his hand.

"YES! NOW WE GET SOME PORN!" Alfred cheered as he fiddled with the camera to get a better shot.

"GET THE FRUK OUT!" you screamed so loud that Alfred gasped and shut the door like you ordered.

As you flushed mercilessly, Francis cupped your chin and pulled you softly to meet his gaze.

"Je t'aime mon cher," he whispered delicately as he leaned over to your ear and took a bite of your earlobe.

"I love you, too, Francis..."

Meanwhile, outside of the closet...

"Dude, I can hear so much noises from in there!" Alfred said pervertedly as he leans his ear closer to listen.

"Ve~, what is _ and big brother doing inside?" Feliciano asked innocently.

"Uh..." Ludwig said, blushing furiously.