001 | ( VIDEO. ) | APRIL 9th

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<sub>[ It's a little unlike him to put off making an appearance, vaporwave furry alien world or not, but finally, America makes his introduction on the network with a couple of very urgent and important questions. Nevermind the fact he's already sprouted a pair of fox ears. He looks a little something like this.

Nevertheless, he acts as if nothing is amiss: ]</sub>

HEYA GUYS!! Alfred here!! Dude, I know this shit is totes whack and all, but I've got to ask you all a few things really quick, okay!? LISTEN UP!!

1. Have any of you been probed in the ass yet?
2. Where the fuck is the Denny's?

Hit me up, okay! These things are important!! Hahaha, okay, seeya--!!

_{[ With that, he's gone as quick as he appeared. ]}

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Doubt it!

<sub>[ Soothing voice and smooth demeanor out the window already, America basically laughs in his face, but it's a conflicting feeling of shut up and why. It only gets more strained when he rubs the round of his nose against France's, because it's nice, but he's so insufferable. A lot is happening.

Finally, though, he teases no longer, allowing this to simply happen, meshing his mouth against France's. His lips are like velvet, youthful and lacking traces of experience. The kiss isn't as rough as it could have been, gentle, but also lackluster.

He does at least tip his head slightly to fit their mouths together better, his face beginning to grow hot. It's fine, it's just a kiss. You know. As bros. ]</sub>

[amant]

[ It's almost a blessing for France's sanity that America's demeanor shifted back to the obnoxious youth he is. For a split second, you know, beyond the haze of lust and guilt, he might have debated to himself if America were really a shapeshifter in disguise trying to seduce him. No. No, it's just America... trying to seduce him. Okay, still weird.

France can be drawn to weird when he's this far gone off of pheromones and hunger -- and while he bristles at the nose brushing his (cute--that was cute), he's fast to sigh the moment their lips meet in an actual kiss. The first observation is how soft America is. It's surprisingly gentle, enough to draw in the older blond's interest but---

Well, he's not surprised that America hasn't gone around kissing half the globe yet (literally give him a month though and this will change). France gives him points for at least tipping his head so he doesn't smash his glasses against his face. His eyes are closed but he feels the blush and feels a flutter of vindication for putting him through this mental torture. It was only fair that France continues and possibly show America how it's done.

His hands slide up slowly over America's chest and collar to rest on his neck, wondering if he's half as warm as the younger nation. He's found his space heater, he guesses... Tentatively (because he does think America would spook easily), he pushes back with the kiss, his own efforts moving it past lackluster to involved, adjusting the pressure. Maybe even going to far as to be bold and let his tongue say hello to that velvety bottom lip because he needs to know if it's his imagination or if he can still detect a bit of sweetness left behind. Why yes, he's going to hell but if he's going he might as well enjoy the act that put him there (please France, you were destined the moment you cropped up in some Bronze Age field). He pulls back just enough to offer a suggestion. ]

Do you usually keep your hands to yourself when kissing someone, America?

[ Ah yes. Why did that sound almost cheeky? The point is, with how his body is reacting, it's almost as if he has little control over actually telling America off in a way to keep him away, and now that he's had a taste he doesn't want to. He'll regret this later, but his mind is steadily focusing in on getting a little closer. A hand snakes its way down, over America's bicep ( internally sobbing that it's a good bicep ), and down to where he was gripping the stove. Is he trying to guide the boy's hand over to his hip instead? Yep. ]

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<sub>[ The moment he feels those sneaky hands slide up his chest and around his neck, America's body visibly shivers. France will feel his chest is firm beneath the skin, but he's well rounded and squishy there. He's a bit too vocal when he feels the tongue skirt against his lower lip and he forces himself tighter against France, now keenly aware of the other man's arousal-- France will probably feel tightness in his pants as well with how close he has bright them together. Their kiss is broken and he feels a little hazy, half lidded eyes regarding France silently when he's asked a question.

He's.. actually quiet for a change. It's hard to know what he's thinking.

His hands take control, both taking France by the hips and squeezing him, dipping in hastily for another kiss. It's rough, but my God, he's forcing himself on the other male. ]</sub>

[amant]

[ Does America even have enough free time back home to eagerly makeout with anyone? He's sure he would have heard rumors of the younger nation smooching one of their own and a pin drop could have been heard over the lack of juicy gossip. His lack of response makes him raise a brow, contemplating if he'd overstepped some unknown sensitive topic.

Luckily for his boner and conscience, it seems as if his efforts pay off. The huff is a strange little mix between indignation and arousal, but of which are snuffed out by the return of America's lips. Here's a good place to note that while France would be more than happy to scold America for being so rough, the eagerness and inexperience might be ...cute. He doesn't mind it, though France is very quick to reposition his hands, one going to curl at his nape while the other settles lightly on the younger blond's smooth jaw.

This is him, trying to sort out the momentum (and honestly, maybe failing) before he gets knocked back in the cabinets. He leans in until they're chest to chest and pushes, teeth nipping lightly at the first chance he can get. The other blond can control whatever he wants after they find a place on the couch.

Where France will inevitably come to his senses in that unpleasant way most things must. But, that's the inevitable future, not the present. Cordis has him appreciating this side of America and kissing him is a relief from all of the denial. Sorry, buddy. ]

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<sub>[ His eagerness is cute, to the point where it might be easier for France to ignore any second thoughts about what they're doing. He's young; France shown a different kind of admiration for him when he was a child besides now-- the way his lips felt and the energy he was showing.

His fox-like ears twitch, a small squeak coming from him at the nips to his lip. France might enjoy the fact he tries to imitate what he does, nipping back at the oldernation's upper lip with a bit too much vigor.. it's probably more like a bite. His entire body shivers as he pulls away enough to try and catch his breath, heavy lidded eyes locking with France's. ]</sub>

Hey, France..

_{[ His voice sounds thick if not a little desperate. ]}

You can touch me where ever you want to, you know..

_{[ DANGER. ]}

[amant]

[ Imitation is the best way to learn how to properly behave granted the original source knows what they're doing. France does. France also doesn't seem to mind that America's zeal made his mirroring nip sharp enough to sting and draw out a groan. Sure he likes being bitten if the mood fits it.

Never had he anticipated it fitting in here but... here we are. Breathless, stupidly aroused and adding to his list of bad decisions. France's ears burn at the tone America's voice takes on and for a moment he stares, unsure if he'd heard correctly. The hand that had lingered on the boy's jaw went to move to the slope of his shoulder instead, squeezing gently. ]

I don't think you know what you're saying...

[ It isn't a criticism but... god help him. He motions to the living room. ]

Not in here. I don't need to burn anything else, thank you.

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Yeah.

_{[ His voice is soft, but full of want. It's a little awkward exchange as America slowly untangles himself from the older man, but what he does next is a but unexpected. He dips down and scoops France into his arms, gingerly taking him over to the couch without giving him a chance to protest. Here is where he places France down on the cushions with a slightly ungraceful plop. He proceeds to take the position on top, eyes meeting the other's. However, his expression seems.. reluctant, if not nervous, maybe scared? Hmm. ]}

Hahaha, yeah, okay! So this is better! So I'll just--

_{[ --dip down and kiss France with the same enthusiasm as before. That tongue of his is already trying to wiggle its way into France's mouth, dear god. ]}

[amant]

[ France might not have time to protest, but damn it if he doesn't try. His innate ability to squawk and writhe stubbornly are fruitless in America's strong arms, but from how Pierre chimes in he probably cursed in bird. Who said he didn't accept other languages into his heart?

Being released is indeed a graceless event that has his face heating and eyes narrowing marginally up at the younger nation. It's clear by now that this isn't his usual bag but France knows that he can learn if he's properly taught. Sure, he'd never anticipated doing it -- but now that they're here, with France somewhat haphazardly strewn across his own couch and America straddling him -- he may just have to delve deeper. Multitask a little. His nerves are a little ruffled but the almost uncertain look in America's eyes forces him silent on his critique, nodding at how this was indeed a better alternative.

His libido isn't helping, either. At first, the kiss earns an appreciative sigh that deepens into a groan. Hell, the tongue isn't immediately shunned, either. That bravado ends up catching him off guard and a moan mutates into an alarmed sounding grumble when younger nation's zest becomes overbearing. His hands go to the boy's cheeks and he holds him steady but disengages for two seconds, unable to stop from sounding a bit flabbergasted ]

America, slower please. I do not mind enthusiasm but I do not want a broken nose in the process!

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_{[ America makes a small noise akin to a foxy yip when he's pried away after trying to get into it too quickly. He absolutely whines, ears folding back as his spine curves inward, his hips crushing down upon the older male's as he is held away from his face. ]}

I don't wannaaaaaa. Who cares about your nose, it'll be fine. C'mon, old timer, keep up with me!

_{[ He rolls his head out of France's grip and goes straight for the neck, raising his hips off of France again and sticking his back end completely in the air. His teeth scrape and nip hastily, pleased noises rumbling from him as he laps against France's skin, seeming to enjoy a quicker pace. This only happens for a couple of seconds before he does as he was instructed, slowing down considerably as the attention on his neck turns into slower, more tantalizing kisses that seem surprisingly gentle and sweet, warm lips sealing and sucking carefully on various places across slope of his skin. ]}

[amant]

[ There is a confused and somewhat offended mutter that isn't covered up with America's whining, France shooting the ceiling of his living room a "why me?" sort of stare that quickly ends when he feels teeth against his neck and he's forced to close his eyes and shudder. Lack of skill and timing be damned, he likes the subtle drag of teeth against his skin.

...don't get the wrong idea (okay do. please get the wrong idea).

France's hands find a nice home on America's sides, gripping at his love handles waist and the cloth covering them. What's that? The genuine countdown to him going what am I doing starting? Ah yes, and the tic-tock stacatto is loud and clear when he raises his knees to kind of just nestle the younger nation between them.

God help him. The pressure of America's lips on his skin makes his pulse flutter shamelessly. It is sweet and he's struggling to not ask him for more. ]

Bring that smart mouth of yours back up here, hm? I'm not done telling you how to use it.

[ There are nicer ways to ask for a kiss, France. Jesus. ]

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I don't wanna!

_{[ WOW. Didn't he just ask France how to kiss him just a few minutes ago? America remains where he is near France's collar bone, blue eyes looking up at France innocently, his pointed ears folded backwards. He takes in another smell of his Cordis companion. ]}

You taste and smell good right here, so I wanna be here.

_{[ And so, he continues to kiss France along his neck and the parts of his collarbone that aren't obscured by his shirt. Every once in awhile, France may feel a playful nip or drag of his teeth, simply experimenting on the older nation. ]}