CHapter 3: voulez-vous
[A/N] Okies, here’s the lemon, lovelies! It be right here in dis chapter! Tee hee! And no, the title of this chapter isn't a typo with the actual name of the mini-series, it really is titled, 'Voulez-Vous' for the lemon part. I can’t believe that I’m gonna have this all done in one day! XD *squeals* Exciting to me. Then I’ll start working on the one that’s on the front page ‘Stuck Between a South Italian and a Prussian’. Anyway, hope you enjoy my first lemon in a few months! Hope it doesn’t suck! (In case you’re wondering *I know I did…* Voulez-Vous means ‘Do you want it?’ in French and ‘La question C’est Voulez-vous’ means ‘The question is do you want it?)
‘I know what you think,
“The girl means business so I’ll offer her a drink”
Looking mighty proud
I see you leave your table
Pushing through the crowd
I’m really glad you came
You know the rules
You know the game
Master of the scene
We’ve done it all before
And now we’re back to get some more
You know what I mean
Voulez-Vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised
No Regrets
Voulez-Vous
Ain’t no big decision
You know what to do
La question
C’est Voulez-vous
Voulez-vous…’
“With Poland?!” Natalie exclaimed loudly.
“Yes, I’ve got a date with Poland!” Emily giggled.
“Really, now. I don’t know how well this will work out…” Nat trailed off.
“It will be fine!” Emily smiled proudly even though Nat couldn’t see it over the phone.
“Yeah, but he’s~”
“The awesome Prussia must use the phone now. I’ve got to call bruder and tell him we’re having a girl.” Emily heard Prussia say.
“YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY TOLD HIM?!” Was Nat’s response.
Emily just giggled and the line went dead. Then suddenly she wondered, What exactly was she going to say Poland was…? Oh well, she can’t really get the answer now that Prussia’s on the phone. He’s worse than a girl. Poor Natalie. But Emily couldn’t worry about that now. She’s got a date to get ready for!
Two hours later, and Poland was at Emily’s door waiting on her, “Oh, Hello, Feliks!” She smiled.
“Like, Hi, Emily!” Emily happily linked arms with him and went to his car.
The dinner was marvelous until IT happened.
“So, um, like, Emily…?”
“Yes, Feliks?” Emily asked.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“And what’s that?” Emily asked, smiling.
“Well, you see, I’m gay.”
Emily nearly spit out her drink, sure she was Bisexual herself, but she never expected THAT on a first date. I mean, honestly, who asks someone out THEN tells them that they’re gay…? Ugh, this was NOT her day.
“I think that’s it for out date.” Emily said, a little harshly.
“Fine with me, like see you later!” Poland obviously didn’t pick up on her annoyance.
Emily called Nat, “Hello?” Came Nat’s voice.
“Nat?” Emily asked, Natalie’s voice was being overshadowed by ‘Blackout’ by Breath Carolina.
“Sorry, I’m at that all-age night club,” Natalie said, “Why don’t we talk here. I think you know which one I’m talking about.”
“All right, be right there.” Emily answered.
Emily drove to the club, only to be hear music blasting in the otherwise calm scene before her. She spoke to the bouncer, and was let in, much to other peoples fussing, and went over to Nat, who was sitting near Prussia, Spain, and France, who winked at her. Emily fought a blush and sat at the table with Nat.
“I’m not drinking, in case you’re wondering. I’m the ‘designated driver’.” Natalie said, rolling her eyes.
France walked over, “Ah, Emily! Wouldn’t you like to dance?” he asked, a little bit of the alcohol talking, a little bit of himself.
“Uh, sure?” Emily questioned.
They walked out to the floor where the DJ started playing ‘Bass Down Low’ by DEV.
‘If you wanna get with me
There’s some things you gotta know.
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low…’
The song trailed off and Emily and France started a sensual dance, with hands roaming, and groping. By the end of the song, France was ready to take Emily like he had been dreaming of the past two months that had gone by.
“Why don’t we go somewhere… private?” France suggested with a wink.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Emily said, a little lust and euphoria taking over.
Emily took his hand and led him to the one person bathroom. They had other more public bathrooms, this one had a lock. People could deal. Nat saw them and only shook her head, as Prussia saw them, he whispered to Natalie, “When our daughter is out, we’re doing that.”
“…” Natalie stayed silent, then whacked him on the head while Spain laughed.
“Shut up you stupid Spaniard!” Natalie yelled at him, whacking him, also.
Back with Emily and Francis, he was groping all he could while she moaned.
“I… I thought I was t-too you-oung….” Emily go out between breaths.
Francis kissed her with a passion that he didn’t even know he had. And that’s how he answered her question. He quickly made work of her shirt and skirt, leaving her in her bra and underwear. He took in the sight of her while she blushed. It had been a while. He kissed her again, this time, unhooking her bra.
That’s when she stopped him. Francis got worried that she didn’t want to do this, but instead he heard, “You’re still fully clothed.” She yanked his shirt off, and her hands roamed his chest while his hands played with her breasts, and his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking on it. “A-ah, F-f-francis!” She moaned out.
“Mmm… Say it again….” He trailed off. He liked the way his name sounded.
“Francis…” She trailed off, except louder since his hand had moved to her womanhood.
France took off his pants, feeling that she was wet enough, but before he took off his boxers, her slipped her underwear off, and inserted a finger.
“FRANCE!” She screamed.
“Mmm… Emily… I bet you taste good.” He smirked, and went down to licking her. She enjoyed every minute he was down there, for however long he was. Right before she came, he pulled back, pulling his boxers down.
“I’m ready, Francis, there’s no need to ask.”
“Ok…” He replied, and inserted himself into her.
“Ahh!” She cried out. He started a slow, steady rhythm, “Faster!” She screamed. He complied.
“Em-Emily…” he trailed off, “You… for not being a virgin are very tight…” he threw his head back.
“Harder! Right there Francis! Oh god! Yes! Right there!” She screamed. He knew he had found her G-spot. Perfect.
A few thrusts later, she spasmed around him, and he came right after her.
“I think they’re done!” They heard that same annoying Spanish accent.
“Great! I need to pee!” They head the Prussian say.
“Whoa, no. Not before I do! Pregnant lady needs to pee!” Natalie exclaimed, “It’s like she’s playing fuck the bladder! [1]”
Emily giggled, “We… we better get going…”
“Yeah…” France agreed.
They got dressed and went their separate ways….
[1] It’s a quote from ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S.’ I don’t remember whether it was Phoebe’s pregnancy or Rachel’s…
Yes! Finally! A le-mon! Huzzah! I hope you liked it Emily! I hadn’t written one in like forEVER! Lol haha anyway, I really do hope that you enjoyed! I’ll be writing the last part right after I post this, so yeah, thankies for reading!
Peace, Love, and Hetalia
-
Nat
‘I know what you think,
“The girl means business so I’ll offer her a drink”
Looking mighty proud
I see you leave your table
Pushing through the crowd
I’m really glad you came
You know the rules
You know the game
Master of the scene
We’ve done it all before
And now we’re back to get some more
You know what I mean
Voulez-Vous
Take it now or leave it
Now is all we get
Nothing promised
No Regrets
Voulez-Vous
Ain’t no big decision
You know what to do
La question
C’est Voulez-vous
Voulez-vous…’
“With Poland?!” Natalie exclaimed loudly.
“Yes, I’ve got a date with Poland!” Emily giggled.
“Really, now. I don’t know how well this will work out…” Nat trailed off.
“It will be fine!” Emily smiled proudly even though Nat couldn’t see it over the phone.
“Yeah, but he’s~”
“The awesome Prussia must use the phone now. I’ve got to call bruder and tell him we’re having a girl.” Emily heard Prussia say.
“YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY TOLD HIM?!” Was Nat’s response.
Emily just giggled and the line went dead. Then suddenly she wondered, What exactly was she going to say Poland was…? Oh well, she can’t really get the answer now that Prussia’s on the phone. He’s worse than a girl. Poor Natalie. But Emily couldn’t worry about that now. She’s got a date to get ready for!
Two hours later, and Poland was at Emily’s door waiting on her, “Oh, Hello, Feliks!” She smiled.
“Like, Hi, Emily!” Emily happily linked arms with him and went to his car.
The dinner was marvelous until IT happened.
“So, um, like, Emily…?”
“Yes, Feliks?” Emily asked.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“And what’s that?” Emily asked, smiling.
“Well, you see, I’m gay.”
Emily nearly spit out her drink, sure she was Bisexual herself, but she never expected THAT on a first date. I mean, honestly, who asks someone out THEN tells them that they’re gay…? Ugh, this was NOT her day.
“I think that’s it for out date.” Emily said, a little harshly.
“Fine with me, like see you later!” Poland obviously didn’t pick up on her annoyance.
Emily called Nat, “Hello?” Came Nat’s voice.
“Nat?” Emily asked, Natalie’s voice was being overshadowed by ‘Blackout’ by Breath Carolina.
“Sorry, I’m at that all-age night club,” Natalie said, “Why don’t we talk here. I think you know which one I’m talking about.”
“All right, be right there.” Emily answered.
Emily drove to the club, only to be hear music blasting in the otherwise calm scene before her. She spoke to the bouncer, and was let in, much to other peoples fussing, and went over to Nat, who was sitting near Prussia, Spain, and France, who winked at her. Emily fought a blush and sat at the table with Nat.
“I’m not drinking, in case you’re wondering. I’m the ‘designated driver’.” Natalie said, rolling her eyes.
France walked over, “Ah, Emily! Wouldn’t you like to dance?” he asked, a little bit of the alcohol talking, a little bit of himself.
“Uh, sure?” Emily questioned.
They walked out to the floor where the DJ started playing ‘Bass Down Low’ by DEV.
‘If you wanna get with me
There’s some things you gotta know.
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low…’
The song trailed off and Emily and France started a sensual dance, with hands roaming, and groping. By the end of the song, France was ready to take Emily like he had been dreaming of the past two months that had gone by.
“Why don’t we go somewhere… private?” France suggested with a wink.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Emily said, a little lust and euphoria taking over.
Emily took his hand and led him to the one person bathroom. They had other more public bathrooms, this one had a lock. People could deal. Nat saw them and only shook her head, as Prussia saw them, he whispered to Natalie, “When our daughter is out, we’re doing that.”
“…” Natalie stayed silent, then whacked him on the head while Spain laughed.
“Shut up you stupid Spaniard!” Natalie yelled at him, whacking him, also.
Back with Emily and Francis, he was groping all he could while she moaned.
“I… I thought I was t-too you-oung….” Emily go out between breaths.
Francis kissed her with a passion that he didn’t even know he had. And that’s how he answered her question. He quickly made work of her shirt and skirt, leaving her in her bra and underwear. He took in the sight of her while she blushed. It had been a while. He kissed her again, this time, unhooking her bra.
That’s when she stopped him. Francis got worried that she didn’t want to do this, but instead he heard, “You’re still fully clothed.” She yanked his shirt off, and her hands roamed his chest while his hands played with her breasts, and his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking on it. “A-ah, F-f-francis!” She moaned out.
“Mmm… Say it again….” He trailed off. He liked the way his name sounded.
“Francis…” She trailed off, except louder since his hand had moved to her womanhood.
France took off his pants, feeling that she was wet enough, but before he took off his boxers, her slipped her underwear off, and inserted a finger.
“FRANCE!” She screamed.
“Mmm… Emily… I bet you taste good.” He smirked, and went down to licking her. She enjoyed every minute he was down there, for however long he was. Right before she came, he pulled back, pulling his boxers down.
“I’m ready, Francis, there’s no need to ask.”
“Ok…” He replied, and inserted himself into her.
“Ahh!” She cried out. He started a slow, steady rhythm, “Faster!” She screamed. He complied.
“Em-Emily…” he trailed off, “You… for not being a virgin are very tight…” he threw his head back.
“Harder! Right there Francis! Oh god! Yes! Right there!” She screamed. He knew he had found her G-spot. Perfect.
A few thrusts later, she spasmed around him, and he came right after her.
“I think they’re done!” They heard that same annoying Spanish accent.
“Great! I need to pee!” They head the Prussian say.
“Whoa, no. Not before I do! Pregnant lady needs to pee!” Natalie exclaimed, “It’s like she’s playing fuck the bladder! [1]”
Emily giggled, “We… we better get going…”
“Yeah…” France agreed.
They got dressed and went their separate ways….
[1] It’s a quote from ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S.’ I don’t remember whether it was Phoebe’s pregnancy or Rachel’s…
Yes! Finally! A le-mon! Huzzah! I hope you liked it Emily! I hadn’t written one in like forEVER! Lol haha anyway, I really do hope that you enjoyed! I’ll be writing the last part right after I post this, so yeah, thankies for reading!
Peace, Love, and Hetalia
-
Nat