At some point in time, whether in the past or modern days, France is around when America is going through tough times. Feeling sympathy, he offers comfort through sex. America is pretty clumsy and wide-eyed, but he shows a definite improvement in mood afterward.
Fast forward. Later, it comes through France's attention - I'd prefer if he learned through an outside source, like Canada, but directly from America is fine, too - that he took America's virginity.
This offends France's sensibilities. He makes love to virgins very differently than he does to the experienced. OBVIOUSLY A DO-OVER IS IN ORDER, AND HE MEANS TO SEE IT THROUGH CORRECTLY THIS TIME. ♥
Soft Shock - 6/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 06:57:00 UTC
O-oh my goodness... all the lovely comments I received just totally made me go on a writing' spree. THANK YOU everyone who had such kind words to say. This is my first time writing from France's POV so I am so thrilled that I'm not messing him up so far! ♥
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“Mon lapin,” Francis purred in Alfred’s ear, pressing his body up against Alfred’s.
Alfred jumped, twisting his head around and blinking owlishly at Francis. Then he gave him a wide smile. “Oh, hey, Francis.”
“Bonjour, mon beau lapin,” Francis greeted, sultry smile and all
( ... )
Soft Shock - 7/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 06:57:43 UTC
Francis patted his mouth delicately with his napkin, and set down his fork so he could steeple his fingertips as he leaned forward, observing Alfred
( ... )
Soft Shock - 8/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 06:58:34 UTC
The cab ride, too, was spent in relative silence. Alfred seemed exhausted, despite the early time of the evening, and Francis decided that Matthew had not been exaggerating when explaining his brother’s work ethic. As carefree as the boy could present, as silly he could be at meetings, at the end of the day, he did take his work seriously. And the tension in the slope of his neck was testament to those long hours of work.
They walked together through Francis’ hotel lobby, waited for the elevator. Alfred whistled absently to himself, rocking back and forth on his heels, in an attempt to keep himself peppy. Francis gave him a small smile, which Alfred cheerfully returned. But Francis could see the faults and fault lines in that smile, see the way that Alfred was trying to show Francis just how fine he was. He obviously had not forgotten their conversation earlier in the day. Francis, as always, remained unconvinced. But it seemed that that was also something that escaped Alfred’s notice
( ... )
Soft Shock - 9/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 06:59:55 UTC
(no one saw that accidental de-anon!)
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“You got no reason to be,” Alfred muttered, cheeks pink.
Francis smiled. “And why not, mon cher? It is natural to worry over someone for whom you share affection, n’est pasAlfred scrunched his face up, lips pursed like a fish’s. His face seemed to grow steadily redder. Underneath it all, Alfred did not seem to do well with affection. Attention, he could handle. Praise, too. But affection, legitimate concern, was something the boy was not used to. For a moment, Francis’ heart ached
( ... )
Soft Shock - 10/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:02:21 UTC
(And again!? WTF LJ... ///)
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Francis’ hands snuck around Alfred’s front, pulling his jacket from his body. Alfred let him, and Francis adjusted Alfred’s lapels once he’d tossed the old bomber jacket aside. His hands settled back down onto Alfred’s shoulders, fingers brushing along Alfred’s neck.
“Anything else, Alfred?” Francis asked, purred into his ear.
Alfred stared at the wall opposite him, his face pink. “Um,” he said. He shifted. “Not really. I said it was dumb.”
“It is not,” Francis defended. He squeezed Alfred’s shoulders. “There is no shame in wanting acknowledgement. Even if I will not pretend you are not worthy of criticism, mon cher, you have done good things. You have done many things, and every nation knows the feeling of working so hard and feeling nothing come of it
( ... )
Soft Shock - 11/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:02:53 UTC
“Bien sûr,” Francis murmured, leaning in fully and pressing his mouth to Alfred’s, lifting his hand to cup the boy’s face and kiss him deeply, wasting no time to lay claim to Alfred’s mouth, who opened up willingly to him
( ... )
Soft Shock - 13/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:04:21 UTC
Francis did not give him the choice, his hand returning to where it’d been before, long, nimble fingers wrapping around his cock and stroking its underside, from root to tip. Alfred made a choking little gasp and it was so satisfying to hear. Alfred jerked his hips up, letting his mouth fall open
( ... )
Soft Shock - 14/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:05:10 UTC
Francis stripped off his clothing before he poured a liberal amount of lubricant into his cupped hand, rubbing his hands together to warm it. He smiled down at Alfred, who was panting and staring up at him, eyes wide, hands clumsily strewn on either side of him, unsure whether he should be touching Francis or himself or nothing at all. Such a wild-eyed, eager-to-please boy he was. Francis mourned Alfred’s work ethic-to think, all that time spent working when he could be relaxing and enjoying himself and others
( ... )
Soft Shock - 15/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 07:06:37 UTC
Francis felt his own flood of pleasure from such a display-such an open, expressive partner young Alfred was!-and pushed up closer to Alfred’s shuddering body. His free hand stroked his cock, coating it with the remaining lube, before nudging the cock into the cleft of Alfred’s ass, pressing close. Alfred stilled, just slightly, but the way his body continued to writhe beneath him indicated no other hesitation. Francis removed his hand, slowly, pressed both his hands down on the mattress as he let his cockhead tease at Alfred’s opening, not pushing in and not pulling away, just playing and teasing and watching the boy’s reaction
( ... )
Re: Soft Shock - 16/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 08:42:12 UTC
;safdkj fdD <3 Even though Francis was handling Alfred like a much more experience partner -- it seemed like he never even considered the possibility of him being a virgin! XD -- that was actually a pretty good first time. No-strings-attached, but with a good, considerate, reasonably affectionate lover. Pretty awesome for a nineteen-year-old guy. But I can't wait to see Francis' reaction when he figures it out! I imagine he'll do crazy amounts of planning, yeah? XD
I love your characterization, anon; I'm looking forward to everything that happens in-between now and the do-over just as much as the next sex scene. <3
And dear god, but your writing is freakily familiar. Can I ask if you've written a lot for this meme before? I won't ask about other fills unless you say you're actually comfortable with it, and I won't try to guess who you are! XD
At some point in time, whether in the past or modern days, France is around when America is going through tough times. Feeling sympathy, he offers comfort through sex. America is pretty clumsy and wide-eyed, but he shows a definite improvement in mood afterward.
Fast forward. Later, it comes through France's attention - I'd prefer if he learned through an outside source, like Canada, but directly from America is fine, too - that he took America's virginity.
This offends France's sensibilities. He makes love to virgins very differently than he does to the experienced. OBVIOUSLY A DO-OVER IS IN ORDER, AND HE MEANS TO SEE IT THROUGH CORRECTLY THIS TIME. ♥
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Does that apply to Britannia Angel in some way? Like, England transforms every time France and America ...?
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Oh my heart. How I love FrxUS--especially with ridiculously virginal US *__*
Anon, you have my loyal readership. This looks so promising!
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“Mon lapin,” Francis purred in Alfred’s ear, pressing his body up against Alfred’s.
Alfred jumped, twisting his head around and blinking owlishly at Francis. Then he gave him a wide smile. “Oh, hey, Francis.”
“Bonjour, mon beau lapin,” Francis greeted, sultry smile and all ( ... )
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They walked together through Francis’ hotel lobby, waited for the elevator. Alfred whistled absently to himself, rocking back and forth on his heels, in an attempt to keep himself peppy. Francis gave him a small smile, which Alfred cheerfully returned. But Francis could see the faults and fault lines in that smile, see the way that Alfred was trying to show Francis just how fine he was. He obviously had not forgotten their conversation earlier in the day. Francis, as always, remained unconvinced. But it seemed that that was also something that escaped Alfred’s notice ( ... )
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“You got no reason to be,” Alfred muttered, cheeks pink.
Francis smiled. “And why not, mon cher? It is natural to worry over someone for whom you share affection, n’est pasAlfred scrunched his face up, lips pursed like a fish’s. His face seemed to grow steadily redder. Underneath it all, Alfred did not seem to do well with affection. Attention, he could handle. Praise, too. But affection, legitimate concern, was something the boy was not used to. For a moment, Francis’ heart ached ( ... )
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Francis’ hands snuck around Alfred’s front, pulling his jacket from his body. Alfred let him, and Francis adjusted Alfred’s lapels once he’d tossed the old bomber jacket aside. His hands settled back down onto Alfred’s shoulders, fingers brushing along Alfred’s neck.
“Anything else, Alfred?” Francis asked, purred into his ear.
Alfred stared at the wall opposite him, his face pink. “Um,” he said. He shifted. “Not really. I said it was dumb.”
“It is not,” Francis defended. He squeezed Alfred’s shoulders. “There is no shame in wanting acknowledgement. Even if I will not pretend you are not worthy of criticism, mon cher, you have done good things. You have done many things, and every nation knows the feeling of working so hard and feeling nothing come of it ( ... )
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“That was… wow,” was all Alfred managed to say after a long pause.
Francis chuckled, licking at his fingers absently and tasting Alfred. Delicious.
“I aim to please,” Francis purred, and leaned in, kissing at the corner of Alfred’s mouth. “Oui, I can see that I pleased you.”
“Yeah,” Alfred mumbled, embarrassment finally catching up to him and reddening his cheeks. “Y… yeah.”
Francis gave himself a mental pat on the back as he said, “And already I can see my little rabbit is relaxing. Your mood has much improved.”
“It’s… the endorphins or something,” Alfred said, closing his eyes. “I read about it once.”
“Oui,” Francis agreed, stroking Alfred’s side ( ... )
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I love your characterization, anon; I'm looking forward to everything that happens in-between now and the do-over just as much as the next sex scene. <3
And dear god, but your writing is freakily familiar. Can I ask if you've written a lot for this meme before? I won't ask about other fills unless you say you're actually comfortable with it, and I won't try to guess who you are! XD
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