He looked up, just in time to find his lips once again locked with Scotland’s. Scotland was much more insistent this time, holding him firmly. One hand held his head in place, the other wrapped around to grip at his back, and France let him. He kissed Scotland back, more passionate than before and pushing him back some. The ribbon holding his hair back finally tumbled to the floor beneath him, his hair now falling around his face. It didn’t bother him at all, or deter him, and he didn’t mind it when Scotland’s dirty hands thread through, either. It didn’t go much further than that, though it didn’t end in the same brusque manner as the first. Instead, this time France stared at Scotland with hope—and maybe a little shock.
Sires is amazing, and drew me this picture for my birthday!! I wanted to write a fic for it, so then she surprised me with the sketch comic! She basically said, “GOOD LUCK AMIGO!” and left me to it. It’s awesome. IT’S AWESOME.

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