Oh can you write ukfrain? I thought like a love triangle (real one) and they're all too dumb to notice they're in love with each other. I do like Frain being very close and lot of PDA dispite them not saying and England feeling jealous because he/she isn't between them.
Oh wait. It can be nyo if you want 👀
OH, OH ok apparentl;y this turned into the horniest thing ive ever written. maybe im just feeling gayer than usual. A lot of this went into describing what i like about women im so sorry
Y E S. These shits being oblivious and England being jealous and all being very gay
Names bc Nyos: Isabella (Spain) Francene (France) Elizabeth (England)
Dammit why was Isabella so pretty!
This was the simultaneous thought of more than one very gay women in the conference room as Spain flounced up to give her speech.
Spain in a suit could turn most women gay, let's be real here, but if they were already gay, that could be a small problem.
As she droned on about agriculture most people had tuned out and were busy doing various things, like being on their phones, irritating someone or staring at Isabella's hips, luckily for Isa, only 2 people were staring at her hips. But unluckily for her, it was Francene and Elizabeth, one was her best friend (and fuck buddy) and the other was her past rival (now occasional fuck buddy.)
Now you could argue that Francene and Isabella's relationship had long surpassed being just fuck buddies, looking after each other and cuddling in the rain, being there when the other was down, kissing eachther goodnight, while sleeping in the same bed.
Normal homie behaviour at its finest.
After that it was Francene, she gave an actually well delivered and structured speech about strikes and why they happen and how to prevent them to avoid major closures. Most people were listening and to some extent Isa and Elizabeth were too, but they were also getting occationally sidetracked by Francenes clothing choices. A very close fitting waistcoat that left little to imagination and even though the skirt reached the knee, it showed her stocking clad calves and if she stretched, parts of her thigh and it was really sending Elizabeth around the bend.
She knew that Francene was mostly occupied by Isabella, but she really wanted to be held dammit. Preferably by either or both of those 2.
When it was finally Elizabeth's turn to speak, she pointedly avoided looking at either of the two. After all she was not wearing anything exactly provocative and her bodily dimensions left a lot to be desired, so she wouldnt have to worry.
At least that's what she thought.
Her bin provocative clothing and her overall dimensions did nothing to stop the two romance nations imagining things that would have gotten them flogged in centuries past.
I mean Elizabeth has done it before, so why not again.
Elizabeth's presentation on urban and rural development was the end to the incredibly long meeting.
Most nations had agreed to go to the pub before going to their hotels and probably sleeping, though some noises occasionally said otherwise.
Elizabeth walked to the canteen, avoiding Isabella and Francene like the plague, even if that meant being around Julchen and Amelia, two women who had no idea what being quiet was.
Except today, they were mostly silent, only muttering to each other under their breaths.
After an infuriating 5 minutes she asked "What is wrong with you two, neither of you have said awesome or dude yet and you're being awfully quiet."
Julchen, being an absolute beast at covering up her tracks and 100% wanted to torture Elizabeth said "We were talking about how I'm pretty sure that Isa and Francene have a thing going on."
"Oh you think I dont know that? I hear ✨sounds✨" she said, quite disgruntled as you would imagine.
She looked over at the two who were being so sappy that she couldn't look away defo not imagining herself in some questionable positions .
Elizabeth stopped her beer while Julchen did as well, Amelia was being a pussy in the corner and drinking coke.
But a couple of beers later, everyone is understandably a bit tipsy and whilst Amelia was stuck with dragging a mooning Elizabeth and a very depressed Julchen out of the bar.
Amelia looked on in dismay as Elizabeth sort of walked (she wasn't stumbling but like still a bit wobbly) over to the very passionately making out duo in the back.
And her tongue being plied with a generous amount of liquid courage says "Can I join you?"
The two considered it and debated for all of a minute and said "Sure, but this commitment lasts the night, kay?"
Spain and France convincing England to let them massage him to help him relax, but England is a stubborn little bitch and claims that he doesn't need to relax more.
He finally gave in when the two of them suggested it could end with them having sex. He won't admit it, but England loved getting messages with oil by his two boyfriends. France is especially good with his hands. And they stayed true to their promise.
I mean..... you’re absolutely right that he does, Fran is a shit. How about once Toni figures out whats going on they fight because like they don’t like each other so it makes sense they don’t wanna date the same person.... but then it turns to attraction and making out and all that. And then eventually they come back around to being ok with Fran and they often go out on dates as a threesome? 💖
Ok but Frain hanging out together and dressing up like old Roman emperors and feeding each others grapes or fruits (and maybe kissing in between) because they think it's funny and England comes in like "the fock are you two doing?"
And France answers: "We're spoiling ourselves, Mon cher."
"Come join us, cariño."
England judging them hard at first until Spain adds that he could be a king instead. (although Emperors are superior to kings) He mostly just doesn't want to be half naked like his two other boyfriends and he wants a cape and a proper throne.
England ends up in the middle of his partners, who are still dressed like ancient Roman emperors while he himself dressed to look like King George VI. (Although Spain and France didn't comment on that)
"Does your majesty want some wine?" France poses as he offered England a bottle of Bordeaux.
"Or perhaps he would prefer this wine?" Spain offers him a bottle of Rioja.
