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Franada: Papa Dont PreachP A P A D O N `T P R E A CH Warning: Yaoi, MPreg, Angst with a happy ending------------------------------------------------ Canada lay in his red and white styled room, the moonlight streaming through the curtains and keeping the room from falling into complete darkness.Though Canada wished it would. He felt horrible, disgusted with himself, and he just wished for the night to swallow him up.His face was tear stained and his pillow was stained with same splattered tears.Sobs wracked the frail blonde`s figure, he gripped the sheets as tight as his shaky hands would let him. "Mathieu..." The older blonde man said patting Canada`s hair trying to sooth him for the past couple of hours."I`m sure you may be over reacting a little....Arthur is more understanding than you think.."France tried to convince his little lover. "Francis...Y-you don`t know my Papa like I do....He won`
What's the Catch? - FrUK"Fwance, Fwance
!" A little boy with short blond hair and emerald green eyes teetered toward the older blondwhose hair fell just to his shouldersthe smaller boy's green cape flowing behind him a little."Hm?" Francis, who lay on his tummy and stared into the babbling brook turned around and then sat up to smile at the British child. "What is it? What do you have behind your back?"The shorter blond blushed and shifted his gaze downward. "Uhm
" He stared back up again, looking deep into Francis' azure eyes. "These. Here." The boy held up a crown of roses. "But they're not fwee
"Francis almost burst into a fit of giggles; Arthur was just so adorable
! "Oh? Well then, mon petit lapin, how must I pay you?""Well
" Arthur shifted a little and then stood between Francis' legs for easier access to the French boy's head. He placed the crown of roses on Francis' head before sitting down, still between Francis' legs. "Woses have pokey things and when