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VERY FRICKING MATURE!!! NO LIKE, NO READ! I cannot stress the mature warning enough!!


You really couldn't understand it. How the hell could Canada be so sweet and innocent after being raised by France?! France! The embodiment of all that is perverted and sexual! Could he have been influenced by England? No, Canada doesn't really share many traits with England, plus England hadn't raised him for very long.

You couldn't take it anymore, the curiosity was eating away at you, so you decide to pay the dear Canadian a little visit. Arriving at the house, you knock on the door; the door soon opens after your knocking.

"Oh, (Name), what are you doing here?"

"Sorry, just felt like hanging out at your place. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, I was just watching hockey, eh."

"Let me guess, you're winning." You laugh knowing the country was known for the winter sport, Canada laughs as well.

"Yeah, would you like to come in, eh?" He opens the door wider for you.

"Thanks." He closes the door and you follow him to the couch, where you sit right next to each other, Kumajiro was on his other side. Damn, he wasn't kidding, Canada was slaughtering America 12-1.

"So what made you want to suddenly hang out at my house, eh?" He looks at you curiously, he was so cute.

"Actually, I wanted t ask you a question." Damn why were you feeling anxious? It was just a harmless question.

"What did you want to ask, eh?" Damn, his violet eyes caught yours and you could feel your face grow warmer.

"How is it you're so sweet and innocent? I mean come on, you were raised by France! I don't get it!" You all but blurt out, startling the poor nation.

"You're wondering why I'm the opposite of France?" He blinks at you.

"Yes, it just doesn't make sense. Did he molest you or something when you were younger, is that why you aren't like him?" The blond man blushes furiously and jumps a little in his seat causing his glasses to become all askew.

"Wh-wh-what? O-of course not! Yes he tried to hit on me the other month, granted he was very hammered, but he never did anything when I was a child.

"Oh, and here I always thought that was why you were so quite. Hm, guess I was wrong." Canada stares at you, his face still red with embarrassment.

"S-so, do you want  drink? Or a snack?" He tries to change the subject to something less embarrassing.

"Oh, um, sure just give me whatever you have." You give the Canadian a sweet smile as he leaves for the kitchen. He soon comes back with two glasses which held a deep red substance, handing one to you before taking his seat. "Is this wine?" You swirl the drink around, examining it.

"Yeah, sorry. Al was here the other day and haven't been to the grocery store; it was all I had." He explains, taking a sip from his glass.

"It's fine, I like wine." You laugh; you knew anyone the American visited would have no food left by the time his visit was over. You take a few gulps before smiling at the Canadian again.

You finish your wine before the blond, setting the glass on the coffee table, your head starts to throb. You groan and rub your head as the throbbing worsens.

"Are you okay, eh?" He glances at you, still sipping his drink.

"Nng, I-I don't know. My head…it's, nnngh, pounding." Now your vision was growing fuzzy and you were barely hanging onto consciousness.

"Hm, the drug worked faster than I thought." That was the last thing you heard before passing out, landing on the blond.
♦♦♦
You let out a groan as you wake up. You look around the room, your vision still fuzzy; well you were on a bed, that much was for sure. You try to use your hands to prop up your dazed body, only you couldn't move your hands; actually, you couldn't move your arms either. No wonder, they were hanging above your head. What the hell is that fuzzy red thing? You could barely make out anything, but you notice the red object blended in with your wrist. You blink to regain your vision; the hell, your wrists were tied to the bed's headboard!

With your vision back, you look around the room; it wasn't your room, that was for sure. Then whose room was it?

"Oh, you're awake, eh." The blond Canadian walks out of a connecting room, probably the bathroom. He only had pants on and a towel on his wet hair, damn he looked hot like that.

"Matt? Wh-what the hell?" Your head was still pounding, but not as bad.

"Those drugs papa gave me worked really well, eh. I'm not exactly surprised though." He places the towel on a nearby chair and makes his way towards your bound body.

"W-what? You drugged me? B-but you said you weren't like France!" You pull against the strip of velvet cloth that bound your wrists; well, at least it was better than handcuffs, those little bastards leave some nasty marks.

"I never said that." He stops when he is standing right next to you. "I said he never did anything to me."

"So, you're-"

"A chip off the old block, eh." Your eyes widen slightly; England had told you how bad France could be, you just hoped Canada wasn't as bad. Canada climbs onto the bed and straddles you. "I've liked you for a while, (Name). Papa suggested to show you how I feel."

"So you drug me and tie me to your bed." You deadpan then notice something, or lack there of. "And where are my clothes?!" You were lying there, half naked and being straddled by a certain hot Canadian, in nothing but your underwear and bra; no wonder you were a little cold.

"W-well I didn't know how you felt and Prussia told me you like bondage." Shit, why did you tell the damned albino that? He was going to pay dearly.

"Asking would have been a good start." You mumble as you half heartedly glare at the naïve blond, sure you liked him, a lot actually, but this situation was just ridiculous.

"O-oh, I didn't think about that." You deadpan again and go back to tugging on the cloth. "D-do you?"

"Yes, I do, but drugging me was kind of unneeded. Now untie me, will ya?" The man ignores you as he presses his lips to yours softly; your eyes widen but you soon join him. He tasted really sweet, must be from his insane amount of maple syrup intake. The taste becomes stronger when you open your mouth for him as your tongues help deepen the kiss.  "Mmm, Mattie, please untie me."

"But I thought you liked bondage, eh. I never knew you were into stuff like that." He trails down to your neck, giving it the same treatment as your lips, except he adds his teeth. You moan as he finds an exceptionally sensitive spot, encouraging him to lick and suck on it harder. His stray curl tickles your nose with each movement; well, if you weren't allowed your ands, your mouth would do just nicely. Leaning your head up, you take the curl in your mouth and begin to suck on it hard; if what Spain had told you about Romano's hair curl was true, then this would be the perfect payback.

"Hah, (Name)." Bingo. You suck on the hair harder, adding pressure with your tongue and lightly bite it every so often. "Mon Dieu, (Name), ah, i-if you keep doing that, hah, I-I'm-AH!" His moans become silent as he releases, his hot breathes sending shivers down your spine. "M-merde. Ungh, (Name), arrêtez, s'il tu plait, hah." You don't stop your actions making him pant and moan more. He grabs your jaw and pulls his curl away from your mouth. "P-Prussia lent me some things to use on you, I really don't want to if I don't have to." His violet eyes were darker now; you could easily tell his orgasm gave him more confidence.

Mathew takes your lips again, his newfound confidence helping him kiss you harder and with more passion. You moan in his mouth but they soon turn to gasps; his hand moves to your hip while his other slowly massages your chest, dipping under your bra to caress your flesh. At first, you thought his movements were slow because of his shyness or he just didn't know what to do, but after a few minutes you figure out what he was really doing. The damn Canadian was fucking teasing you!

"Mm, M-Mattie, please. C-can't you move faster? Or at least untie me, mm." By now you were pushing your body up, trying to add friction, but he just pulls away at each effort.

"I-I would like you to touch me, so I guess I can untie you." His hands move away from your body to undo the cloth; as soon as it leaves your skin, your arms wrap around his neck and pull him down against your lips for a sloppy and lustful kiss. His hands return to their original places, the hand on your breast adding more pressure.

"Mmm, Mattie." Your hands descend to his pants and undo them, 'accidentally' brushing against his newly erect hard on. He helps you take his pants off and tosses them to the floor. The kiss continues until you both need oxygen. Mathew lifts you both up before removing your bra; his mouth immediately latches onto a hardened nipple, sending you to fall backwards onto the bed and your fingers to delve through his slightly long hair. "Ah, M-Mattie. Mmm, more." He gladly obliges as he adds his tongue and teeth to his actions, all the while his other hand goes to your hip. You don't notice he has taken off your underwear until he pushes a finger in your entrance. "A-AH!" You rock your hips against him as he adds a second and third finger. "Nngh, n-no...fair. Y-you still have clothes on, mmm." He gives your nipple one last hard lick before he moves his head up to look at you.

"Take them off then, mon amour." He reconnects your lips as you do as he suggests. Once they are off, your hands tease his now free erection, making him moan more and kiss you harder. "Would…you um like to do something else, amour?" Your already flushed face blushes more. Mathew spread your legs apart further making you blush furiously.

"W-we're doing it already?" Mathew ignores you as his head lowers; he licks his way down your body, licking and biting at your sensitive skin, to his goal. "M-Mattie, wh-what are you do-AH!!" You scream your lungs out as his tongue continues where his fingers left off. You pants and moans increase in volume and his name spills out of your mouth over and over. He continues to lick at your entrance as he uses his fingers to play with your clit and nipples.  "AH! MATTIE! St-stop teasing! Please!" You move your hips against his mouth making his tongue go in deeper.  "Hah, Mattie! I-I'm, ah!!" Your climax reaches its peak and he greedily laps up your juices.

"You taste really good (Name). Are you ready now?"

"Stop teasing and fuck me already." An unfamiliar smirk makes its way on his face.
"Quoi que vous disiez, mon amour." Mathew leaves the bed for a second and returns with a condom; putting it on, he positions himself against you. "Ready?"

"Yes, please just do it alre-ah!!" He pushes into you and doesn't stop until he's fully inside you. Your moans mix with his as he waits for you to adjust to his size. "Hah, Mattie, m-move. Please." He gladly does so, your tight walls were enough to make him come then and there but he held out. Picking up his pace, he grabs your hips and slams them down with each thrust. He melds him lips with yours again, your gasps giving his tongue the opportunity to French you. Your hands move between his hair and his chest, which felt really, really nice. Without pulling out, he sits up, bringing you with him, making you ride him.

"Ah, merde, (Name). Vous vous sentei si bien." The new position helps him go deeper into you and hit your sweet spot with each thrust. You grab his shoulders as you rock your hips against his, making the warm feeling pooling in your stomach increase.

"Ah, M-Mattie. I-I'm so close. Hah, mm, harder." You pant madly. But oh no, that would be too easy, instead the damned blond slows his movements. "Nngh, Mattie~ stop teasing dammit, hah!" His thrusts may have slowed but where they lacked speed, they made up with force.

"Venez à moi, (Name)." His thrusts become more intense as he pulls you down faster. You finally give in and release again, everything became nonexistent for a moment as the ecstasy becomes too great and you scream his name. Mathew doesn't stop at all, he actually thrusts more, not caring how erratic they became. He joins you soon and thrusts a couple more times before stopping all movements completely. You fall back, bringing him with you as you both share another long and hot kiss. You feel him reharden inside of you; as he pulls away he grins. "I have an idea." He pulls out of you with a groan and leaves the room. You lie there trying to compose yourself, the Canadian soon returns wit a bottle of sorts.

"Mattie, what is that?" He crawls back onto the bed and places the bottle down; while you are distracted, he reties your wrists to the bed. "Hey!"

"It's maple syrup." He pops open the bottle and pours some of the sticky substance on your nipples and stomach. "We should take a shower after this." He grins and drips down to lick at the sticky syrup on your nipples.

*Extended Ending*

France checks the new message on his phone as he sets his glass down.

"Ah! Gil, look, my plan worked!"

"Hey remember I'm the one who told him (Name) is into bondage."

"Hm? 'P.S. (Name) says Prussia's gonna pay 4 snitching.' Pay?"

"Ja, like there's anyding she can do to me."

"Kolkolkol. Hello, Prussia. You want to fuck now, da?" A certain Russian materializes out of nowhere, his trademark creepy smile ever present. "(Name) said you wanted to become one." The albino stares in horror and runs away shouting various profanities in German.

All the while, in a certain Canadian's messy bed, you were grinning evilly. 'I bet that's the last time he spills my secrets.'
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Canada(I wish I did dammit), you or the preview pic.

Alright, this one is for BlackWhiteYellowBlue!! This one is very mature, as requested, so yeah^^
Preview Pic [link]

Translations:
Mon Dieu = My God
arrêtez, s’il tu plait = stop, please
Quoi que vous disiez, mon amour = Whatever you say, my love.
Merde = Shit or damn
Vous vous sentei si bien = You feel so good
Venez à moi = Come for me

Shibi: I've actually asked myself that many times. Yo Mattie, how come you aren't like France.
Canada: U-um, well I-
France: Who says he's not like me?
Shibi: Do you even know you I'm talking about?
France: Mon petit Mathiue, oui?
Shibi: *shocked* You remember him?!
France: Of course, and you're fairly mistaken if you think he's sweet and innocent.
Canada: Papa! >///>
Shibi: Well he isn't now, not after what I just wrote. XD
Canada: Ughhh >///////////////>
France: So threesome, oui?^^
C/S: O//////////////////////////O
Shibi: Sure!^^
Canada: *Runs away*
F/S: Get back here!
Prussia: You bitch!!
Russia: Kolkolkol. Oh Gilbert~ become one with me, da? ^^
Prussia: Fuck no!! *runs away and hides with Canada*

Fun Fact: Did you guys know in France, what we call a French Kiss in America (and i guess other countries, i don't know), they call an English Kiss. XD I laughed so hard when I found that out.
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Animelover310 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2014
Love it
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SarukiShiago Featured By Owner May 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
My friends deemed me Italy so this is very awkward.... ((love the story though, definitely one of my favorites))
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AriaExorcist1999 Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2014  Student General Artist
Is it bad that I read this whole thing with a poker face? It was a great story
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hottygirl101 Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hmmm... Even America recognizes FRUK
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kamitig Featured By Owner Apr 5, 2014
Well, I just died. (P.S. loved the story!!)
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Ravelium Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014
Aahanashsagajsjdhahh, I loved it!!! Yours is one of the few stories in which the characters use protection. And the way Russia appears there, lol!!!
So, french people call it english kiss? Maythisbeafrukevidence?
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bubbleonfire Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My friends made me Ukraine. So...yeah... Thanks brudder!!!! He's such a good brudder da?
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DoruDesux1 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Nosebleed Nosebleeds fondo blanco  love this~! though Canada doesn't say 'eh' a lot, but whatever nice story! 
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katcraft455 Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
This is pretty awesome. I just wished that I could know so many sexy beasts and get a sexy Russian to do that kinda thing to people I hate.
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Drama4myFUTURE Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
This was fabulous. Also, of course I would call on Russia and tell him Prussia wanted to become one... says the Russian girl...
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