((I've been wanting to do a scenario like this for a while, where I take a bunch of little scenes and bake them into one one-shot. Also, if you couldn't tell, I get most my prompts from otpprompts on tumblr, so check them out!))
"Here you are, mon amour."
"Don't call me that."Arthur snatched the ice cream from the person he still refused to call his lover, even though they always went on dates, were always lovey dovey, and more. Use your imagination for the more. Arthur began to eat at his vanilla ice cream, biting and licking and sucking at it. And Francis smirked. He leaned forward and licked the ice cream, just once. But it was enough so that Arthur buried his head in his hand, face red. The Frenchman laughed, fawning over how cute he looked while flustered.
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"Mon cherie~ Don't listen to them! You are in a cocoon right now, but when you emerge, you'll be a beautiful butterfly!"
Arthur looked up, half drunk after taking one sip of beer.
"Don't you mean moth?"He asked, face already flushed, his words starting to slur. That day, he'd gotten picked on, mostly by America, because his newest idea would take a while to work. America apologized afterwords, mainly because Canada looked like he was going to punch him. Wait, who's Canada, again? Arthur just shrugged to himself.
"What?"Francis finally asked, confused.
"Moths come from cocoons, not butterflies... They come from chrysalises."Arthur groaned, now full on drunk after three sips.
"Ah....Would you like to have sex?"
"Yes."
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"A-Ah~"Arthur moaned out...in pain. He had lightly bumped into the counter. He turned to face the red faced America and the red faced France, who also had on his best pervert face.
"What?"He rubbed his hip lightly, grumbling about it, wondering why the two were so flustered.
"Um...Do you always do that?"America asked, wide eyed behind his glasses.
"Do what? If you mean do I always make sounds when I'm in pain, then yes. I'm pretty sure everyone does that, git." He answered him, before he turned and moaned again, as he had bumped his toe.
Alfred turned to Francis.
"We're going to do everything in our power to make him make those sounds, aren't we?"
"Yesss~"
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(I really don't like this chapter but I need an update)