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xx FRANCE SHOTA
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((Fr2p!UK Shotacon. I've had this written for a while, but didn't want to upload it cause, you know, it's Shota. Don't like it, don't read it. It's soft and fluffy rather than sexual so don't get all pissy about it please. Also, sorry for the bad title, I suck at titles... EDIT: I've changed the title to France Shota because I'm gonna use this for short stories.))

For once, it was sunny. It had been raining all week and finally, on Sunday afternoon, the sun came out. Fair play, it wasn't actually that warm, and the wind still nipped at people of they didn't wrap up, but the sun was shining none the less.
Francis was sat in the garden, enjoying the brief bursts of warmness that came when the breeze ceased. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he sighed, wishing that summer could be a little warmer, at least.
It was a little later, no more than two or thee minuets, that Francis began to fall asleep, a soft smile on his lips. Gradually, but still noticeable by the child's sleepy senses, a dark shadow loomed over him. Slowly opening a bleary eye, France tried to see who had come to accompany him.
Nothing was there. Shading his eyes, Francis gazed up at the sky to see if the clouds had caused the darkness, but there was not a cloud in the sky. He shuddered and stood up, now uncomfortable with being outside. Adjusting his tunic, he headed back in and sat in one of his many playrooms. He was there for a very long time, lighting a candle as the sun went down. As it got darker, there was a sudden rumble of thunder, a crash of lightening, and his candle went out. Francis squealed in fear, jumping up at the sudden darkness. He hated being alone in the dark. Carefully, to avoid any monsters, he felt around on the floor for his candle, and whimpered quietly when he couldn't feel it. Gulping, the young boy stood on his toes and peered out the window, shivering as the rain hammered down against the pane. He remembered something Arthur had said about closing his eyes and pretending the rain was pixies dancing on the windows, but that didn't make it any less scary. Some of the pixies in Arthur's books were very frightening.
Francis made up his mind to go to see Arthur, to get a new candle, despite the coldness, dark and rain. After all, he knew that once he was with Arthur again, it would be okay. Arthur was like the mother he never had. Trembling, Francis picked up a cloak and wrapped it around himself, pulling the hood over his head, and stepped out into the drenching rain. Arthur did not live far away, but by the time the young boy was stood at his door, he was soaked to the bone.
Sneezing, and sneezing again, Francis reached out a tiny, pale hand and knocked on the large door before going back to hugging himself. Despite the short journey, Francis was a state. Not only was he trembling violently and soaked through, but his beautiful blue tunic was ripped and covered in mud, the result of being startled by a dog.
Arthur was taking his time to answer the door, and Francis knocked again, quietly, hoping he wasn't waking the British man up. Eventually, the door creaked open and Francis looked up, pale and dripping wet, looking into the surprisingly warm and welcoming house. He gazed up at Arthur, and followed his eyes as the older man knelt down to his height, a slight smirk on his face.
"'Ello, little Francie~" He took Francis's hand and Francis jumped, startled by the strange way his Arthur was speaking. Nothing like himself. Arthur held Francis where he was firmly, apparently forcing him to stay out in the rain longer. "What brings you here on a night like this~?"
Gulping, Francis found that he suddenly couldn't reply. The normally outgoing, boastful child was lost for words, his voice caught in his throat. He blinked at Arthur, finally noticing the difference in his appearance. His eyes.
"Whatever is the matter~?" Arthur was grinning wildly now, causing Francis's little heart to hammer against his chest. Arthur giggled darkly and tapped the tip of France’s nose with an unusually long, thin finger. Shocked, France blinked and gasped, becoming even more afraid. “Cat got your tongue~?” The British man, who, as far as Francis was concerned, clearly was not Arthur, took hold of the young boy’s chin and gently pulled his mouth open.
Poor little Francis was terrified, too terrified to speak. He stood perfectly still, frozen in place by fear and cold, his mouth gaping, being held open by icy fingers. He winced slightly as the salty rain water dripped into his mouth. Shakily, he pulled his chin out of Arthur’s grasp and closed his mouth, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “I… I…” His voice could barely be heard beneath the thundering rain. “I…”
“Yeeeess~?” Arthur smirked, waiting for the child to finish his sentence. “Come along, Francie~. Tell me what’s up, love~.” His eyes lost contact with the child’s for a moment, he reached down and took hold of the hem of Francis’s tunic and rung it out, watching the water pour from the soft fabric. Francis blushed and pulled his tunic away from his fingers.
“I… I would very much like a c-candle… ‎s-s'il vous plaît…” Francis barely whispered, his voice shaking. He gulped and blinked his large, blue eyes up at Arthur, beginning to ring the hem of his tunic out nervously.
“A c-candle~?” Arthur smirked, mocking the child’s stammer. “Why settle for a candle, when there’s a nice, warm fire just in here~?” He stood up and took Francis’s hand once again. “Your house must be so cold and lonely on your own, you poor little thing~.” Arthur gave Francis’s arm a gentle tug, finally pulling him out of the rain. Little France gulped and shivered, already noticing the comforting warmth of Arthur’s house. “Go and sit by the fire, poppet~. I’ll get you a towel~.”
Francis nodded and sat by the fire, watching the flames crackle before him. He held out his shaky pale fingers to the fire, warming his cold hands. Gradually, he moved closer and closer to the fire, a small puddle forming around him as he attempted to warm himself. He was waiting for what felt like a long time, sneezing every now and again and glancing behind him, hoping Arthur would come back soon.
“Here you go, lovie~.” A towel was dropped on top of Francis’s head, causing him to yelp in fear and fall backwards. Arthur giggled and helped him up. “Come on, lets get you out of those wet clothes~.” He smirked as he began to lift the cold, wet tunic off of Francis, practically having to peel it off as it stuck to his skin. Uncomfortable with both the feeling of the material against his skin, and the fact that he was being undressed, Francis squirmed and blushed, trying to wriggle out of the dress as fast as possible so he could grab a towel and wrap it around himself, covering himself up. The boy trembled, hugging the towel around his shoulders as the older man dropped the tunic to the floor.
“M-m-merci…” The French child stammered, although he really did not feel very thankful at all. He sat beside the fire again, his face red with embarrassment. The redness deepened as Arthur sat behind him, with another towel, and began slowly massaging his head, drying his hair.
"There we are, this is much nicer than your cold dark home, isn't it~?" He spoke softly, his slight fingers rubbing into Francis's head. After a while of this, the older man seemed to grow bored, and began curling a finger around a lock of damp golden hair. "Why don't you stay the night~?" The offer was made with a smirk, unseen by Francis.
The young French child had closed his eyes as his blush softened, relaxing back as his hair was dryed. He nodded gently, smiling softly. "Z-zat would b-be nice... Merci..." The tone in his voice was still nervous, though he did seem a lot calmer than he previously had been. "M-may I 'ave z-zome clothez pleaze...?" He added, pulling the white towel tighter around himself as he shuddered.
"Of course~!" Arthur stood up quickly, causing the poor boy to fall over onto his back with a squeak. The pink haired man hurried upstairs to fetch some clothes, still grinning like a madman. Meanwhile, Francis had picked himself up and wrapped the towel securely around himself again, shifting closer to the fire once again.
Moments later, something was once again dropped on the boy's head, causing him to yelp again. "Merci..." He smiled, pulling the small night gown over his head. It fitted perfectly. "Merci~." He sat down again by the fire, Arthur sitting beside him. Francis looked up at Arthur and smiled, loosing his nervousness. "Can I really ztay 'ere tonight~?"
With a chuckle, Arthur tapped the child's nose. "Of course you can, silly~." He scooped Francis up and placed him in his lap, cradling him gently. "You're always welcome here, poppet~."

((Yeah... I might carry it on.))
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« Reply #1 on: Sep 26th, 2012, 11:11am »

Francis sat on the soft creamy chair, drowning in red velvet. His small hand reached forward and took a cake from the table. He smirked, ignoring the stern glare from the palace guard.
"Her Majesty will be here shortly, child. Please be patient..." The guard reached down and took the cake back, placing it neatly back on the display. The boy scowled, resting his face in his hands.
"She promized she would be 'ere agez ago..." He mumbled, staring at the pile of beautifully decorated confectionary. "She'z ze queen..."
"And so will turn up when she pleases..."
"I don't like waiting!" The boy's face was flushed. He jumped out of the seat, fists clentched. At that moment, she walked in.
Francis stared up at her, his eyes large and fascinated. Marie Antionette, Queen of France, was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She smiled sweetly as she glided over to the boy, and took a seat on the large sofa. "Sit~." She said softly, gesturing for the guard to leave the room.
He nodded and sitted, still staring at her. "Can I 'ave cake now?" He whispered, his eyes sparkling hopefully.
"Of course, my little Francis~." She stroked his hair with a soft hand, smiling down at him. Francis grabbed a cake quickly, apparently starving. He shovelled it down messily, icing all around his mouth. "Oh Francie~" The Queen reached down, taking hold of the boy's chin. She tilted his head up and bent her own head down.
"Je suis désolé..." He mumbled, blushing. Marie poked a thin, pink tongue out and licked the icing from around his face. Francis shuddered, his face turning a darker shade of red. "Y-your Magezty...?" He looked up at her curiously, as she continued to run her tongue over his soft cheek.
"Oui~?" She finally responded, pulling herself away from him. "Is something the matter~?" She giggled as Francis wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He grinned up at her.
"Can I 'ave anozer one~?"
"Of course~"
The boy hopped off the sofa and grabbed a cake from the table, eating just as messily as he had before.
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