Hetalia England X France Novels & Stories

This is not to alarm you but I'm trying to give you reasons although no reason will ever be able to explain why I can't be there taking responsibility. The King of France has decided to hand us an alliance. They have many well trained men for war and necessary war ammunitions in conclusion France is a big enough country/Kingdom to take Germany and Greece down. To make this alliance stronger than ever, The King of France requests of me to marry his daughter... Princess Amelia.

The king scratched his right ear and moved the phone to his left ear, “It was really urgent so I had to.” “Oh?” “I would really love if you could send Juliet down so she and Felix will get to know each other well" “Then I must say that is a very pleasant idea!” “I'm sorry this is coming all of a sudden I—” “—It's fine. Juliet will be in England tommorow.” The king smiled, impressed. “It's a pleasure having this alliance with you.” He said through the phone. “Me too.” Then the line went dead. Let's see how you escape the charm of the princess of France.

"Your majesties!" he uttered. "I want you to monitor the royal convoy of Prince Raphael the whole night. He is on his way back to Baltimore now." My father ordered. "Yes your majesty!" the minister replied. That's how we acted upon receiving the said news because the three Kingdoms of Brizalia, Delivria and Acrostica comprises the United Kingdom of Anglutica, a known enemy of Baltimore with respect to territory. I went back to my palace and call Prince Raphael. "Hon, I know you have enough valid reason for travelling at night but I want you to know that I am so worried about you travelling this time. Hon you're already considered as a royal family of Baltimore because we are engaged for mor

Fae hardly had the first syllable of protest out before Ella hung up on her. She quickly pulled up her web browser and searched for the article in question. Sure enough, there it was. The headline said, “Frenchman Gets Cozy with the Mysterious Montague.” Swearing beneath her breath, Ella read through the article. It was short. Basically, it said that the two were spotted having drinks at Chavet, but that it was obvious they were seeing each other by the way they were touching each other and kept kissing! The last two words made a fire burn inside of her. She hadn’t let that disgusting pig kiss her even once! On the cheek didn’t count!

It so closed to my pussy, I feel like squirting all over that beautiful face of his. He lowered himself then slidden his arms under my thighs. Tearing his eyes away from my center, he looks at me, and the hunger on his face alone made me come. He cupped my ass cheeks, startling me as he lifts into the air, and I’m seated on his shoulders. I’m so high, nearly seven feet into the air, Franco’s mouth pulled into a dominant smile. He jerks me towards his waiting mouth and petty many French kisses my pussy. Franco dragged his tongue along my slit, holding my gaze, and I felt that too.

“We both did, tesoro. Now France is ours too.” The talks had dragged, but the deal was ironclad. As Henri’s car sped toward Verona’s airport, Dante and I retreated to the study’s couch, his arm around me. “France is a big move,” he said, voice low. “You sure about this, principessa?” I nodded, leaning into him. “Henri’s hungry for power, but he’s smart. This alliance gives us a foothold abroad, and those earpieces? They’ll keep him loyal. For now.”

“I knew it would work.” Their faces are too close to each other and a little tiptoe would touch their lips together. The same tension was there again and France knows this is a dangerous game he is playing. “France…” “Take responsibility for your words, Lev. Make me yours.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ France never had the need to suppress his voice and yet here is, being a virgin-like boy who’s too shy to even moan while his ass is getting prepared. He’s done this before and yet he really feels embarrassed right now being on all fours like this as Lev is busying himself.

Chapter 70 "FRANC—" Heart couldn't finish her sentence as Franco suddenly kissed her, his hand holding the back of her neck tightly. "Kiss me back or I'll stab you, mistress," he said with an angry tone, and her entire system froze with fear. She let out a whimper and was trembling. She held onto his shoulders while closing her eyes, obeying his command though she was retching. Franco grinned with a sound, and she couldn't move while she felt the weapon against her back.

Turning to face the guy who was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat, Angelina smiled before she responded, "Hello, English guy with the blondest hair!" "Nah, I'm not English. I'm a hundred percent Frenchman, born and bred in England!" "Doesn't that make you an English guy? Even your accent speaks volumes of that." "Well, if you say that, beau! (handsome). French by blood, English by heart!" Angelina chuckled as Ethan winked at her before she replied, "Oh no, I would say English by citizenship and French by heart because you're so…so…"

In the last ten years, there have been no more tiny and cute baby births in the Kingdom of Italy. "Wow, that king is really evil. Just watch out if I see him again, I'll..." "Are you sure you dare to fight against the lycan king with that weak body of yours?" Berta interrupted Alexa's words. Alexa just smiled, then returned to continue her cooking activities.