Zang đây là tác giả và câu chuyện giúp độc giả nâng cao vốn từ tiếng Anh =)))

Nói zay chứ đợi t dịch lại tiếng Việt cx mấy ngày đó, với lại tui tiếng Anh cũng tầm trung thôi, chắc Destination B1 =))) Đợt này tui đang bận pack đồ nên các chap sẽ ra muộn nè.

Thôi các bồ gắng gượng qua chap này nha =))) bác nào thấy khó quá nhắn tui, t gửi các bác bản pdf cho mí bác vô google dịch.

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- Hey, France, I am wondering. - England said, hands playing with the lace on his shirt - You married me for your benefits, didn't you?

Upon hearing such a surprising question, Kingdom of France finally looked away from his book. England really wondered why he had the mood for reading at the moment.

- Where does this come from? - He asked.

He wanted to know why England got this thought? Just look at him, on their very first night as a married couple, he left his wife on the sofa alone. Of course, England could not feel good about that.

Yet, deep down, England understood they both truly loved each other. It was their ways of showing it.

- Is it not true? - Still, he decided to push Kingdom of France - There is no one else in this world can understand you like I do. I have been with you for too long that I can see what you do, what you want and need. You know it too. Marrying me is making things easier for you.

Benefits were many. Some came from money, some were about power and internation influence, some were earned through connections.

England knew what Kingdom of France desired. He was one of the strongest kingdom in the Europe, so what more did he want? Of course, he needed the last piece in his marvelous collection - his heart.

Kingdom of France stood up from his chair and walked towards England.

- You have just become my wife for half of a day and you confidently say that you get me. - The king of France played along - Oh dear Queen consort, perhaps you have thought too highly of yourself.

Kingdom of France grabbed his consort's chin and made England look up to him. He had always been attracted to the ruby red eyes shining with determination and wisdom of the smaller. While England found his partner's gaze overwhelming, powerful but loving.

At that moment, he knew, inside those calm, sun-colored eyes, there were schemes.

- Then let me show you a part of me.

The French monarch bent down to whisper words into England's ear. Whatever those were, they left the English king stunned with disbelief. Kingdom of France smiled mischievously and threw himself on the other side of the sofa.

- ... You... You are unbearable...

England only realised how shaking his voice was after struggling to state his thought.

- Why don't you try to see if you can bear with me?

Kingdom of France held out his hand invitingly. Although England felt the danger surrounding, he closed the distance slowly with caution.

England had done dangerous works before, so had Kingdom of France. Still, the French man was able to put him on guard.

Despite that, England climbed on to his husband's lap. Kingdom of France kissed back when England put his lips onto the French emperor's. Large hands touched his waist which made England frozen.

Now matter how perfect and strong people thought the king of England and the queen consort of France was, the monarch of the English kingdom had his insecurities as well.

It was just that being a king, you could never show your weaknesses.

Next minute, England found himself pushed against the sofa with Kingdom of France on top of him. Big hands found way to touch his bare skin under the warmth of his wedding suit.

- France, you are ruining my suit! - Surprised, he said.

- Oh did you not say you understand me? If so, you should know that I can make you 365 suits like this one without difficulties.

He was being toyed with by his devilish husband, but England was too overwhelmed with speed and arousal to think of any rebuttal. He was not used to such intimate activities.

- You... it's too fast! - He reasoned with his partner.

All movements were too fast to bear - the hands caressing his small frame, kisses on his face and their intermingled breaths.

He was losing his mind.

- In case you do not know, your husband likes it rough and fast.

Kingdom of France seemed to enjoy every moment of this. He removed the neck button on England's shirt and attacked the poor neck with kisses and bites.

The English monarch used both his hands to cover his face colored with a shade of burning red from both arousal and shyness. To Kingdom of France, it was cute but England felt like he was dying.

- I have barely done anything and you are like this already. - Kingdom of France continued his game - It's dangerous for a queen consort to be weak against pleasure. Imagine what happens if others know this.

- No one can know about this!

At least England was able to argue on this topic. He would surely put an end to any person who dared to look, think and hear anything about their private moments.

It was something that he only shared with his most trusted one.

He felt the shirts being pushed up, cold air hit his pale skin and he shivered. He had no idea his breaths were faster and more desperate.

In the next second, England found himself pushing Kingdom of France as he sat up. His breaths were shaking like he just escaped from death.

It was not right. Was it not working out?

- Is there something wrong?

Kingdom of France could be a jerk sometimes, but he knew how to care and in fact, he showed his love affectionately, clearly and sincerely.

- I...am not sure...

The English sovereign whispered as he hugged himself like a child in their mother's belly. Each breath he managed to let out was unsteady. He knew about the problem; Yet, with such self-confidence, England had thought that he would overcome it easily.

He was so wrong.

Kingdom of France had no idea so he just sat there in silence. He got closer and their bodies touched. King of France reached out his hand, gently held his wife's fingers. He got a response as small fingers held on to his.

It was a sign they never discussed but both understood so well.

- You can tell me. "For better, for worse", isn't it?

- Yeah... yeah it is.

England thanked his encouragement with a smile Kingdom of France loved. He exhaled another time before turning to look at his husband.

He kept their fingers intertwined.

- I have always wanted to do it with you. You know... the thing... we just did...

Kingdom of France just nodded. Whatever the problem was, England was gathering strength to express it. He just waited patiently. He never pushed, no matter how curious he grew.

He gave his spouse as much encouragement and reassurance as he could, hoping that they could help ease England's worries.

- It is that... France, I- I..

- Shh, mon coeur. It is fine. Calm down.

People expected their leaders to be strong and flawless. Leaders themselves tried to appear perfect for their citizens, their counterparts, their rivals and themselves.

Yet, in that moment, the two monarchs were just like any other newly married couple. They confessed, even about their deepest fears, weaknesses, insecurities and in turn, gave each other the most purest and sincere love.

The French king gently kissed his partner. When he left, he saw the lights of the candles reflecting on the tears falling down from red rose coloured, watery eyes.

It hurt to witness your lover cry without knowing why.

"To love is to be vulnerable."

When you loved and confessed it, you showed your own weaknesses and you never knew when it would break. But you understood, it would hurt so much you could not recover from the pain easily.

Still, remember - Love was also the anchor through every storm.

As long as you truly love each other, you could figure out all your problems.

And didn't England just say he understood Kingdom of France?

- It's about... what's behind these clothes. - At last, he could say it - What if... it's not to your liking.

It did not take long for Kingdom of France to understand. A part of him was relieved he got the answer. England seemed tensed after confessing. It was understandable as he was struggling with his own imagination about what would happen after this.

- Oh, so my queen consort, who just minutes ago claimed to get me, now has no idea if I like his appearance or not?

England immediately looked up at Kingdom of France's mischievous smile. His cheeks turned red, eyes opened wide and his voice trembled.

- Stop- Stop teasing me!

- Now that you say it, I wonder if you will like my body too.

- Stop it already! I am very serious, you bastard!

- What makes you think I am not as well? I am scared that I will let you down too.

That husband of his talked as if England had never seen Kingdom of France's body before! At least the joke helped him relax.

- I will love and cherish you, your body and soul.

Kingdom of France whispered as he kissed the back of England's hand. He wished to reassure the smaller country.

- Can you show me, please?

England clung onto Kingdom of France, his demand felt like a quiet beg but both paid no attention to it.

- Can do. But first, ground rules. - The French monarch said as he carried England in his arms and moved them to their bed - No forcing yourself. Use a safe word to tell me to stop. I will ask no question.

- Safe word?

England positioned himself comfortably on the bed after kicking the blanket off. He would not risk staining this luxurious material during their upcoming activity.

- Something you won't say accidentally, even when aroused, rather, when you really hope to stop making love.

England held out his hand to welcome Kingdom of France as he embraced his husband. He had never had sex before so he found it difficult to think about any.

- Gaul. - England decided.

- Oh, why is it Gaul? - His husband asked, curiously.

- Little Gaul is harmless, he would not be able to hurt me.

Gaul used to be Kingdom of France's name decades ago. When Britannia, who then became England, knew him, it was Gaul.

- As if I would. Anyways, remember that. We still need it next times.

That sounded like a promise.

- So you will... make love to me now, right?

- Sure, anything my queen consort wants.

Unlike the first time, Kingdom of France started slowly by giving passionate kisses and receives some from his wife. Large hands caressed all parts of the smaller, helping England loosen up.

As his lips trailed down, he carefully removed the buttons from England's suit, leaving the shirt once he felt the pressure.

- Don't... Don't stop. Please.

England grabbed his arm as Kingdom of France stopped. The French king simply kissed the small fingers to reassure him.

- Let me do it first.

Kingdom of France started to remove his clothes while England kept looking at him with excitement.

The monarch of France was a strong, wise and young man whom all countries hope to make acquaintance with. Big, firm muscles adorned his body, showing his amazing strength and incredible effort, alongside with battle scars that even England felt proud when he saw them.

England moved closer to touch his husband's warm, bare skin. The muscles attracted him. He not only stared, touched but also admired everything.

- You like it?

- Yes, really.

- And I know, I am feeling the same about yours.

England smile with appreciation since Kingdom of France went this far for him. Ever since they first met, Kingdom of France always doted on the smaller.

He found some encouragement despite a little bit of hesitation, but he was willing to be vulnerable for his love. He undid the buttons of the last shirt.

Even though Kingdom of France really wanted to get rid of everything covering him, he waited as always.

Slowly, the last shirt fell down, exposing a small frame with leaner muscles. England had his own challenges which left scars on him too. He did not hate it and neither did Kingdom of France.

- You look breathtakingly gorgeous, you know that my queen?

Even England was aware his face was burning up, he expected it to be so red that it would explode.

- Then will you take my breath away?

- I will surely do that.

England lied down again with Kingdom of France on top of him. He no longer feared this time, finally, he could enjoy having his dream fulfilled by the man he desired.

The French king lovingly kissed and possessively bit into the delicate, pure white skin with a vivid shade of red resembling the English flag which got him shaky breaths and moans from England.

The mentioned country kept him closed in a tight embrace. His hands traveled from broad shoulders to the firm back while both of his legs tightly held onto Kingdom of France.

In the room filled with sparkling candles and romantic fragnance from national flowers, two countries found solace in each other's embrace.

Gentle caress, soothing whispers, intertwined fingers and reassuring smiles made both of them felt whole.

In that moment nothing else existed except for them and their love.

Kingdom of France kissed away the tears streaming down from England's captivating, watery eyes as he went deeper into the place while England's nails digged into the deep blue skin, leaving his own marks on Kingdom of France's back.

They shared the pain and the joy of becoming one with each other, knowing that from now on, their minds, hearts and souls would always be one.

Hours later, they simply snuggled closed to each other, leaving no space separating the two. They talked about how satisfied they were, that they were so glad to have each other in their life. After emotional conversations, the newly married couple went on to discuss other topics, some left them thinking, some made them laugh.

In the end, sleep caught up to them like a gentle breeze of autumn's wind, luring them in a peaceful slumber. Outside, the sun was about to rise with its very first ray of light, signifying a new day of a new chapter in their life where two countries would always be together.

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Au's note: Lần đầu tui viết tiếng Anh nó hơi messy 1 tí các bạn thông cảm nhe :3