((These two chapters are off of the same idea, connected and all that. If you don't ship these, sorry but I ship them, along with pretty much everything else. America and Canada are probably OOC, but I've just been trying new things out))
FrUK
It was a great idea at first, honestly. A whole three hours in a locked bedroom, with whoever you got randomly? It was almost like seven minutes in heaven! France loved the idea when Spain suggested it. The group of countries, who had came for America's party, got into a group and started dropping little pieces of papers into a bag. Each paper had a name in the color of their choosing. France put his signature calmly in blue, on the white paper, and decorated it all with small red hearts as the others put their papers in. Sure, it was a bit feminine, but when was the Frenchman not? He had started off the trend of everyone wearing dresses all those years ago for gods sake!

A couple of countries were still writing down names or getting their paper while Francis thought. The blond knew seeing some guys in a dress would look great, and he knew he looked fine in one himself. There was no harm done and France was glad to see some ass too. Everyone, including France, finished putting the papers in the bag.

A certain Englishman, Arthur, grumbled something in annoyance along the lines of "This game is so childish, why do we have to play it?". Everyone ignored the comment. France would have said something, but nearly every time he spoke to England, it's end up in a fight. America grinned and said "France, dude! You go first, so you can move on from the 'kid game' and have some fun!".

France raised a eyebrow but smiled slightly, glad that America was a bit more thoughtful towards him for once. The Frenchman went to the bag and reached in, eyes on him. His fingers brushed past paper after paper, until he felt one folded in half. This one felt different to Francis, a gut feeling. He pulled out the paper and unfolded it, curious to see who he got.

In small, elegant, cursive letters, the words United Kingdom, showed, in black pen.

Oh shit.

That was the only thing to come into the frenchman's mind. Now it wasn't a good idea at all. Hours of the two fighting? Nooooo thank you!

"So, dude, who'd you get?" America questioned, looking over the French blond's shoulder and grinning again "Y'all are gonna have a fun time! Get rid of all the sexual tension!". France squinted at America as others questioned at what was happening. "He got England." Al said cooly, and just then a protest went out into the atmosphere.

"I am not going with him!" England said loudly and America laughed. A even louder voice broke in, from a certain albino "Jou two have to! It's zhe rules and zhere is no backing down.". Prussia took France and England by the arms, to a bedroom and shoved them in. France didn't know what to say before that moment but got something to say right then "You can't! He'll wind up dead, and I don't want to be charged with manslaughter!". Sure, Francis was joking, but he actually felt like...

"Shut up wanker! It's going to be the other way around if you keep your shit up!"

That was it, the other way around. France felt like he was going to die at the hands of England. Former pirate and... Wait a second! Francis's bad thoughts halted right there. He had done his own revolution, been a pirate as well, fought against Nazi Germany, and had Napoleon and other great warriors! He could do this! Three hours was nothing! Prussia merely did one of his "Kesesesese"s then shut and locked the door.

A silence went through the two of the locked up countries, until France just sat on the edge of the bed. England followed his example, on the same side but a good distance away. Another silence. France could barely take it! He was getting so pissed, not at England but at himself. They had known each other for years and Francis couldn't even start up conversation?! Sure, they two fought for most of those years, but it was years nevertheless.

Finally, after a few moments of France wanting to throw the bed to break the wall and escape, England said something "I blame you.".

"For what...?" France felt slightly confused.

"For picking my name out of all of those people. Even what's his name would have been easier to talk to.".

Anger came back to France as he sharply said "Excuse me? First of all, I couldn't decide who I chose. Zhat is ze point. Second, if you're thinking about Matthew, I'd like to say zhat even being stuck with Romano would be better zhen you. Lastly, learn my son's name!".

England had a flash of anger go to his face as well "You barely remember his name either you git! What do you mean Romano would be better then me!? I know for sure I'm nicer then he is!".

A small, slightly creepy smirk came to France as he hissed, not caring of what he said anymore "I don't care, he'd be nicer to look at.".

"What's that supposed to mean?! You saying I'm not high enough for your standards, frog!?"

"Looking standards to be precise big brows, but your personality does suck pretty bad too.".

"I-I... I don't care if I'm not good enough for you! You're not even close to being good enough in my standards anyway." England growled out, even though he sounded a tad hurt at the beginning of his sentence.
France realized why, that did hurt to hear. Not good enough...? Sure, he said England wasn't good enough but... He was. He really was, and Francis knew it. France refused to let his hurt be shown, so he countered back "Ohhhhh great, not good enough for the bla-".

"Don't you even dare you-".

"Black sheep of Europe!".

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU PIECE OF TRASH!!!" England lunged at France, probably for his usual choke hold but no, the Frenchman was NOT taking that.
Francis took both of the Brit's hands and got him laying down, pinning him, with France on top of the angry Englishman. For a moment, France was too angry and England was too shocked to say or do anything. When Francis realized what position he had Arthur in, he was surprised too.

"Get. Off." England growled darkly, from deep within his throat, trying to be threatening but... Francis couldn't see it as threatening in the slightest. He saw the faint blush on Arthur's face, and could feel both of their hearts pounding. France could feel the small squirms of the Brit and he couldn't just...
"I'm sorry for... The thing I'm going to do." France mumbled without a second thought. Deep inside him, he wanted this. He wanted to be close like this with Arthur. Francis never let himself even think about it until right then.

"What are you going to-" England mumbled and was cut off by a slightly forceful, but kind kiss. The Brit tensed up, and not even three second later, France was off and done.

"Dammit! I forced it..." Francis mumbled angrily, frustrated and had his head in his hands as he sat up on the edge of the bed again. Love should never, ever, ever be forced, and what did he just do!? Force a kiss on Arthur! Why did he just... He could've just gotten off when England told him, but noooooo, he had to kiss him! Had to let himself...

A tinge of sadness mixed with happiness came to him, a odd mix. On one hand, England could completely hate him now and see France as a rapist, but on the other... Francis was ecstatic. After so many years, he did it and he adored the kiss, as short as it was. England tasted like minty tea for god's sake, who couldn't like it? France licked his lips subconsciously then glanced at England.

The Englishman had sat up too, covering his lips with a hand as his face was red. France presumed the red as embarrassment, or anger and he said again "sorry.".
He truly couldn't be good enough for England, right..? Arthur had said it himself, and the two had fought so much, it wouldn't be surprising if the England despised him.

All those thoughts went through France as his momentary happiness faded away, replaced with a hurt, rejected feeling. England mumbled something then took a deep breath "it's alright France... You weren't thinking right.". Francis decided to use that, better then having England hating him. "I...Oui. Merci for understanding..." France felt the hurt seep into his voice a bit, as much as he tried to keep it away. Gah, he had never been great at hiding certain emotions.

"You... Meant to do that didn't you...?" Arthur asked slowly and France nodded slowly, expecting a hit or a lecture but instead, he felt a hug from his side. What...? "May you please do it again then...?" Arthur mumbled under his breath, face turning red again and France gladly kissed the Brit once more, smiling into it.

Not even five minutes later, the two made it official. They were dating, enjoying kiss after kiss after kiss in the privacy of the bedroom.

UsCan

Canada knew that no one was talking or even looking at him, but he really didn't care. It became normal by then, and when Spain brought up the game...Matthew was a bit reluctant to write his name down but did so anyway. In red pen, he wrote down Matthew Williams a.k.a. Canada in slight cursive, but not quite. The Canadian had a bit of time, so he drew down some maple leaves while he thought. Maybe this wasn't that great of a idea... Three hours with someone...? What if the person he got stuck with didn't even talk or know about his existence?

Matthew sighed but decided to go along with it anyway. It was only three hours, it wasn't like it'd be too long. He put his paper in the bag along with everyone else, then went to the back of the room. He couldn't help but smile when he saw England and France get shoved into a room by Prussia. Papa and Arthur? He had shipped it  before he even knew what shipping was. Matthew felt himself hoping they'd get together in there, they had always loved each other, right?

Before he could think about it anymore, a loud, familiar voice rang out. "Canadia, bro! Come over here and choose!" America almost yelled. Canada felt a slight bit of anger at the Canadia part but was happy that his brother saw him, even when he was behind everyone else. A chorus of "what?" and "who?"s rang out among the countries as Canada walked over to America. The obnoxious guy was grinning as he opened the bag to let Canada reach in. Matthew did reach in and shuffled through the papers slowly.

He shut his eyes and focused, until he felt a slightly cold piece of paper, a bit damp too. That was different, Canada decided to pull it out and saw the name Alfred F. Jones printed out boldly in red pen, with blue, childish stars going over the paper. All the ink spread a bit and made the paper damp. Oh... At least America noticed him somewhat, right? And he was a lot more likely to have fun with- um! Never mind. What Canada really meant was.... Better then having Russia or... Yeah. Canada glanced at Al as the American exclaimed loudly "Sweet! Let's go. Prussia, you're in charge now.".

"Awww, I vanted to go with Birdie..." Prussia pouted then brightened up "I can still go vith Vest, Ita-chan or somebody else at least.". America handed the bag to Prussia then took Canada's wrist and lead the shy blond into a different bedroom. Al let go of Matthew and locked the door. Canada was slightly questioning but sat on the bed, crossing his legs.

"Hey, Alfred?" Matthew said in his usual quiet voice "Why didn't someone lock the door from the outside? Like Prussia did with Papa and England?". America walked over and flopped onto the bed, on his stomach as he replied "Cuz, we didn't want them leaving the room. Didn't you hear Spain talkin bout how people who fight get locked in and everyone else locks people out so they won't... Get 'interrupted'?". Canada shook his head and mumbled "I must've not of been paying attention... What do you mean by that interrupted part...? What would be interrupted?".

"Oh you know, making out. Some people might go a bit far and have intercourse. That's the whole point." America ended his little explanation with a playful wink and Canada sighed. "On one hand, I thought Spain was nice enough not to suggest stuff like that. On the other hand, he's a BTT so..." Matthew kept mumbling and America laughed. "Anyway bro... Wanna actually play the game?" Alfred asked curiously and Canada blushed faintly.

"Al! We're brothers, we can't just do things like that..." Matthew scolded in the sharpest tone he could, but trailed off so it lost a bit of the effect. "If that's you're problem, it didn't stop you before." America replied in a slightly flirty, teasing tone, and then grinned when he saw his brother's blush darken noticeably.

"Shut up Alfred...".

"I don't see what the big deal is anyway, we're not human so their morals shouldn't apply to us. Also... The main issue is that their kids would be messed up right? We're both guys, it shouldn't matter then.".

That got Matthew a bit more reluctant to say no and he said slowly "It's still wrong...".

"Like fucking animals.".

Canada sighed, seeing Alfred's point. His country had made it legal to have sex with animals, which was considerably lower then loving your own brother in such a way... America saw the look on Canada's face and wrapped a arm around his waist loosely, using his other hand to tilt the Canadian's head a bit, to face Alfred.

"Mattie...?".

"I... I'm not sure if-".

"Please sweetie~? You must know by now I love ya, we don't even have to kiss, just let me know if you love me like I love you." America's voice was lower, deeper into his throat and had a familiar southern touch to it. Oh god, Canada could never resist that voice, and Al had a calm smile on his face, so different from his usual bright grin. Matthew felt his face burning up, probably a bright red by then and he pecked a quick kiss onto America's lips.

"Okay... I love you too Al.". Matthew admitted and America's smile grew. The two shared a few more kisses before just deciding to just cuddle.