"Anon wants to see Canada taking either France or England around a city when they pass a group of girls in their Catholic school uniforms. France is very appreciative of the view, England is appalled-but-aroused. Canada decides to take a page (and a uniform) out of the girls' book and tries to seduce one OR both of the nations using said uniform."
The Finer Things
England gaped as the bus drove past the stop. His eyes remained on the stop even as the bus continued. “Canada!” he cried as he spun around in his seat. Behind him, Canada and France stopped talking to look at him.
“Yes?” Canada asked quietly, smiling the slightest bit.
England threw out one hand, pointing at the blurred scenery outside the window. “There are- are girls!”
France scoffed. “Of course there are girls, Angleterre.” His eyes went over to a woman in another seat as the scoff turned to smirk
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Re: [Part 4] Franada- The Finer Things [2/?]
anonymous
May 12 2011, 06:40:52 UTC
Sometime later, Canada stood as the bus stopped and stretched his arms over his head. “We’ll take a quick break,” he said, “and then continue.” England gave a quick glance to the both of them, before stomping off of the bus, Canada and France following at a more sedate pace. It was chilly outside of the bus, wind nipping at them and tossing their hair
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anonymous
May 12 2011, 06:42:42 UTC
“Thinking about Canada, Angleterre?” France smirked at the other nation over his glass.
“N-no!” England cried indignantly.
“Ah,” France murmured, leaning forward conspiratorially. “You do not have to lie to me. Who would not think about Canada? He is very beautiful this way,non?”
“No! It is shameless, what he is doing.” England narrowed his eyes. “He must have gotten that from you.”
France laughed. “His taste, yes. Thankfully, he did not learn that from you.”
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anonymous
May 12 2011, 06:43:40 UTC
Canada straddled his lap, wedged tight against him, the plaid skirt fanning out to cover everything but the slight curve of his thighs. He could feel the pressure of Canada’s length against his own, but it was still not enough. He leaned forward. Canada’s mouth was pliant and hot against his, head tilted just so to make the kiss deeper, dirtier.
Steady fingers went down to his trousers, unbuttoned and unzipped as to carefully pull out his erection. France placed his hands onto the slim hips, slipping his fingers underneath the sweater to feel the smooth skin, and rocked up. With a soft noise, Canada pulled his mouth away, burying his nose in the crook of France’s neck. When France rocked up again, Canada muffled his noise by sucking at the skin beneath his mouth. Each suck, each bite, sent a flash of heat throughout his body, but it still was not…
France removed one hand to slide under the skirt, tugging at the cloth that barred his way. “Please, please, s’il vous plait, get rid of these
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anonymous
May 16 2011, 09:19:27 UTC
hnng, this was ridiculously hot. I was really pleased to find out it was frottage, because frottage doesn't get near as much love as it should both on and off meme. Thanks for the awesome fill ♥
"Anon wants to see Canada taking either France or England around a city when they pass a group of girls in their Catholic school uniforms. France is very appreciative of the view, England is appalled-but-aroused. Canada decides to take a page (and a uniform) out of the girls' book and tries to seduce one OR both of the nations using said uniform."
The Finer Things
England gaped as the bus drove past the stop. His eyes remained on the stop even as the bus continued. “Canada!” he cried as he spun around in his seat. Behind him, Canada and France stopped talking to look at him.
“Yes?” Canada asked quietly, smiling the slightest bit.
England threw out one hand, pointing at the blurred scenery outside the window. “There are- are girls!”
France scoffed. “Of course there are girls, Angleterre.” His eyes went over to a woman in another seat as the scoff turned to smirk ( ... )
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“N-no!” England cried indignantly.
“Ah,” France murmured, leaning forward conspiratorially. “You do not have to lie to me. Who would not think about Canada? He is very beautiful this way,non?”
“No! It is shameless, what he is doing.” England narrowed his eyes. “He must have gotten that from you.”
France laughed. “His taste, yes. Thankfully, he did not learn that from you.”
“He learnt about being a lecher“From you ( ... )
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Steady fingers went down to his trousers, unbuttoned and unzipped as to carefully pull out his erection. France placed his hands onto the slim hips, slipping his fingers underneath the sweater to feel the smooth skin, and rocked up. With a soft noise, Canada pulled his mouth away, burying his nose in the crook of France’s neck. When France rocked up again, Canada muffled his noise by sucking at the skin beneath his mouth. Each suck, each bite, sent a flash of heat throughout his body, but it still was not…
France removed one hand to slide under the skirt, tugging at the cloth that barred his way. “Please, please, s’il vous plait, get rid of these ( ... )
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Wow, I've hoped this would get filled forever, and it finally did! Thanks for such an awesomely delicious fill for such a great prompt ♥
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