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Yaoi! Hetalia (Lemons)

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England was completely lost, this was the first time he'd ever felt this way. Sitting at the world meeting, trying to listen to America, yet all he could do was try not to get caught staring at France. Yes, he hated the man, but at the same time he had always loved him, his constant bantering and flirting. He could never deny his jealousy when France would flirt with others in front of him, but he hadn't been asked about it either. No one suspected a thing, which is why when England formulated a plan to ambush France during the break that was due any minute now, hopefully in the bathroom, he did his best to hide the bulge in his pants. 

"Alright everyone! A fifteen minute break and then back to business!" America called out. England could hear his chest beating in anticipation. He watched from his chair as Italy clinged to Germany, face beaming. Japan followed them out, then the rest of the countries followed suit. France was, frustratingly, the last to leave.  He slowly got up from his chair, taking a moment to tap all of his files into place and straighten them. He stood up and turned around, still as stone. England couldn't help biting his lip as he admired the french mans silhouette, clearly visible in his tailored suit. A chuckle broke him out of his daydream as France turned around, covering his grin with his hand. England blushed and quickly looked down.

"Admiring the view, were we? Onhonhon~" France laughed, not trying to hide his amusement at all. England stood up abruptly,
"N-no, I wasn't! You delusional twat, who wouldn't want to stare at you?" he stuttered. France raised an eyebrow and England felt his blush move to his ears and his pants tighten even more than he'd thought possible. Before he could react France sauntered over to him, hips swaying seductively as he leaned down so he was face to face with England. France's breath tickled his skin, making goosebumps swarm over his cheek and neck. 
"Well, I'm not complaining. There's still a few minutes left of the break, want to stare at a little more of me, ma cherie...?" His voice was deep and rich, and it took everything in England's power to refuse. He had to save some of his dignity, at least, right?! France's hand trailed down England's suit, teasingly brushing the bulge in his pants. England jumped and threw himself off the chair, in complete shock. His mind wasn't working properly as he turned his back on France and in a frenzied hurry darted into the nearest door in the room. He slammed it shut behind him and exhaled. How stupid was he? Even when France made the first move he couldn't bring himself to go through with it.  England slapped himself in the forehead before finally looking at his surroundings. He grimaced, he was in a very small bathroom, with only a toilet and a sink barely an arms width apart. Just great. 

He heard a knock at the door, and France's voice followed. "England, are you alright? I only meant to tease you a little~!" He called. England bit his lip at the voice, so invitingly deep and sexy. He felt his pants throb to the point where it was painful and England had to do something about it. He unzipped them as quietly as he could, his erect member springing up instantly. France continued knocking on the door,
"England, you're being really weird! Don't make me come in there." Just hearing his voice pushed England further to the edge. He wasted no time running his hand up and down, desperate to be free of the painful yet erotic feeling inside of him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite get himself over the cliff into ecstasy. 

He heard other voices outside, the break must be over. No, he couldn't go out in this state! Besides, the only person who knew where he was was France, and he wouldn't bother telling anyone. 
"France, sit down! The meeting is starting." England heard Germany holler. France chuckled.
"Silly me, where did the time go? I'll just be a moment, mon ami~" England froze as the door to the bathroom was opened and France entered, quickly shutting and locking it behind him. He only took a moment to look at England before approaching, seductive smile on his tempting lips. 
"Wah, oi, what are you doing-" England was cut off by France's lips on his. He gasped as France pulled away, looking amused. 
"Shh, or everyone will hear~" England blushed pink again, looking away only to have

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