001 | ( VIDEO. ) | APRIL 9th

[herocomplex]

<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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[herocomplex]

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!

[herocomplex]

_{[ 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. ]

[herocomplex]

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. ]}