“I’m at the airport, with no car, no food, and no partner!” France clarified, with a hint of a whine in his voice. “I’m lonely!”
Oh, God, he’s gonna get all bratty if I leave him like this. “Fine, fine, I’ll pick you up.”
“Really?! Oh, thank you, Jack, you are a godsend! Je t’aime!”
“Sure, sure. Hey, what are boyfriends for?” Australia sighed, getting a bit impatient. “So, which airport are you at? The one in Perth, right?”
“No, I couldn’t get a flight there. I’m in Geraldton.”
Australia almost dropped the phone in shock, “G-Geraldton?! Francis, the meeting’s tonight! And in case you didn’t notice the location, I’m hosting it!”
“I-I know that! But you told me it doesn’t start till this evening, right? You have plenty of time!”
“No I don’t! It takes ten hours there and back and I still need to practise...” Australia complained, forgetting that France always saw this as an invitation to, well...
“But Australiiiiie... it’s crowded, I’ve got jet lag and it’s hooooot! You said it gets cooler in March but I’m still sweating! Why are you always so hot?”
Australia managed to both blush and groan at the comment, “Blame geography. But can’t you get a taxi...?”
“Quoi?! Non! What if he doesn’t have-?”
“France, no idiot’s gonna drive in a taxi without an AC here,” Australia interrupted, almost mechanically. France tried the same trick every time.
Australia heard a sigh on the other end, alerting him that France was about to try a new trick; “Please, Australia...” France sighed, “I... I just want to see your face a few extra hours. I won’t be here forever, after all.” Shit, shit, shit, he knows I can’t refuse him when he’s like this. “Come on, Jack...”
Australia’s palm was already preparing to deal a blow to his own face; “...Fine. But if I’m-”
“Yes! Merci, Jack! I love you so much!”
“...If I’m late, I’ll fucking strangle you.”
Just setting the scene here; smut will be coming a bit later.
Re: AustraliaxFrance - Limits (Part 1b/?)
Oh, God, he’s gonna get all bratty if I leave him like this. “Fine, fine, I’ll pick you up.”
“Really?! Oh, thank you, Jack, you are a godsend! Je t’aime!”
“Sure, sure. Hey, what are boyfriends for?” Australia sighed, getting a bit impatient. “So, which airport are you at? The one in Perth, right?”
“No, I couldn’t get a flight there. I’m in Geraldton.”
Australia almost dropped the phone in shock, “G-Geraldton?! Francis, the meeting’s tonight! And in case you didn’t notice the location, I’m hosting it!”
“I-I know that! But you told me it doesn’t start till this evening, right? You have plenty of time!”
“No I don’t! It takes ten hours there and back and I still need to practise...” Australia complained, forgetting that France always saw this as an invitation to, well...
“But Australiiiiie... it’s crowded, I’ve got jet lag and it’s hooooot! You said it gets cooler in March but I’m still sweating! Why are you always so hot?”
Australia managed to both blush and groan at the comment, “Blame geography. But can’t you get a taxi...?”
“Quoi?! Non! What if he doesn’t have-?”
“France, no idiot’s gonna drive in a taxi without an AC here,” Australia interrupted, almost mechanically. France tried the same trick every time.
Australia heard a sigh on the other end, alerting him that France was about to try a new trick; “Please, Australia...” France sighed, “I... I just want to see your face a few extra hours. I won’t be here forever, after all.” Shit, shit, shit, he knows I can’t refuse him when he’s like this. “Come on, Jack...”
Australia’s palm was already preparing to deal a blow to his own face; “...Fine. But if I’m-”
“Yes! Merci, Jack! I love you so much!”
“...If I’m late, I’ll fucking strangle you.”
Just setting the scene here; smut will be coming a bit later.