“But he's an adult man. Surely he isn't so childish as to hold out just to prove a point that he is not one to be fucked with?” France reached over and took hold of the bottle of wine, swiftly pouring himself another glass.
England shook his head. “He told me something else to. Now, you can never tell him I said this because... well, unlike you, I value my life and I don't fuck with things as scary as... Russia.” He took in a deep breath, glancing around the garden. There was no one around that he could see, and the only person he knew that hid in bushes on a regular basis was himself.
“Out with it!” France demanded, taking another sip. He allowed the wine to linger in his mouth; the taste filled all of his senses as he awaited England's big revelation.
“He has never been to bed with another man,” England started, looking up for a moment as he stroked his chin. “In fact, unless he has been shagging his sisters, I don't think he has ever been with a woman either, but he only confirmed the former.”
France chocked slightly on the wine as he held back from spitting it out at the other nation. “My my...” he uttered. The thought of Russia being as pure as the untouched snow that lay on his vast nation was enough to make his blood rush southwards. “What else has he said?” Curiosity had got the best of him now.
“He said he was starting to feel things for you that... made his heart beat once again. By this point, I was naturally scared shitless. He just started speaking to me one day, I didn't have the nerve to interrupt him,” England muttered, blushing deeply as he recalled how pathetic he acted around the larger nation.
Despite the way England had relayed the information to him, France couldn't help but feel his heart miss a beat. He had been feelings strong emotions towards Russia for a while, even before he had accepted to go on dates with him... but to know that his feelings were reciprocated? It made his entire body cry out with longing. He longed to speak with Russia, discuss their feelings and rejoice.
As his mind ran through a selection of bouquets he wished to deliver to Russia, he stopped suddenly.
“Wait, he told you all this... why hasn't he told me?”
England rolled his eyes. “Because he is worried that you will just say you love him to bed him. After all, that is also something you do very frequently.”
“Name one time I've done that,” France said, waving his free hand as he took a sip of wine.
“Oh, Romano, I love you more than words can describe. Please allow me to express my feelings with my body. I love you like I have never loved anyone before~” England mimicked France's voice, waving his hands around in a flamboyant fashion.
France felt his face heat up slightly as his own line was repeated back to him. “Where did you hear that? Who told you I said that?”
“Spain overheard it when you spouted that bullshit to poor Romano in the stables at his house.” He lifted his leg and placed it on his knee, clasping his hands together and resting on them as he stared over the table. “I tell you this as someone who hates you, be careful with Russia. He may seem like a strong man but he is like the rest of us. Being alone all that time in the past really left him feeling vulnerable and as much as he scares me, I don't desire to see him get hurt.”
“Would I ever hurt anyone?”
England grunted slightly. “Seriously, I do not want World War Three because you just wanted to get your leg over...and remember, you didn't hear anything about this from me. I'm already a mess as it is, what with the recession. I don't need problems with Russia right now.”
“Ah, you think such bad things of me,” France replied with a smirk, deciding to say nothing more on the matter. He had all the information he needed now.
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England shook his head. “He told me something else to. Now, you can never tell him I said this because... well, unlike you, I value my life and I don't fuck with things as scary as... Russia.” He took in a deep breath, glancing around the garden. There was no one around that he could see, and the only person he knew that hid in bushes on a regular basis was himself.
“Out with it!” France demanded, taking another sip. He allowed the wine to linger in his mouth; the taste filled all of his senses as he awaited England's big revelation.
“He has never been to bed with another man,” England started, looking up for a moment as he stroked his chin. “In fact, unless he has been shagging his sisters, I don't think he has ever been with a woman either, but he only confirmed the former.”
France chocked slightly on the wine as he held back from spitting it out at the other nation. “My my...” he uttered. The thought of Russia being as pure as the untouched snow that lay on his vast nation was enough to make his blood rush southwards. “What else has he said?” Curiosity had got the best of him now.
“He said he was starting to feel things for you that... made his heart beat once again. By this point, I was naturally scared shitless. He just started speaking to me one day, I didn't have the nerve to interrupt him,” England muttered, blushing deeply as he recalled how pathetic he acted around the larger nation.
Despite the way England had relayed the information to him, France couldn't help but feel his heart miss a beat. He had been feelings strong emotions towards Russia for a while, even before he had accepted to go on dates with him... but to know that his feelings were reciprocated? It made his entire body cry out with longing. He longed to speak with Russia, discuss their feelings and rejoice.
As his mind ran through a selection of bouquets he wished to deliver to Russia, he stopped suddenly.
“Wait, he told you all this... why hasn't he told me?”
England rolled his eyes. “Because he is worried that you will just say you love him to bed him. After all, that is also something you do very frequently.”
“Name one time I've done that,” France said, waving his free hand as he took a sip of wine.
“Oh, Romano, I love you more than words can describe. Please allow me to express my feelings with my body. I love you like I have never loved anyone before~” England mimicked France's voice, waving his hands around in a flamboyant fashion.
France felt his face heat up slightly as his own line was repeated back to him. “Where did you hear that? Who told you I said that?”
“Spain overheard it when you spouted that bullshit to poor Romano in the stables at his house.” He lifted his leg and placed it on his knee, clasping his hands together and resting on them as he stared over the table. “I tell you this as someone who hates you, be careful with Russia. He may seem like a strong man but he is like the rest of us. Being alone all that time in the past really left him feeling vulnerable and as much as he scares me, I don't desire to see him get hurt.”
“Would I ever hurt anyone?”
England grunted slightly. “Seriously, I do not want World War Three because you just wanted to get your leg over...and remember, you didn't hear anything about this from me. I'm already a mess as it is, what with the recession. I don't need problems with Russia right now.”
“Ah, you think such bad things of me,” France replied with a smirk, deciding to say nothing more on the matter. He had all the information he needed now.