France and Male!Bela :D The Bar

Looks up at him with an are-you-kidding-me expression. "...What do you think."

"Are you really still upset about last night?" he says making him some coffee.

"Is it really that weird of a concept?" Raises his eyebrows at the other, frowning.

"You are the one that got yourself drunk last night, non?"

"I usually don't run into anyone I know when I do that... 'sides, you missed the part when I was a sobbing drunk, nearly got kicked out. And most people have the decency to not try and have sex with someone when they're too drunk to possibly have any sense of judgement."

Francis started to protest, but then closed his mouth and turned his attention back to the coffee. How irritating....

Sighs, rolling his eyes. "I don't exactly get drunk for the purpose of having sex, unlike you."

(( I couldn't sworn I replied to this like two days ago. B|||| it must not have gone through right or something... Idk. Shlskfkd ))
"Well maybe you should try it sometime...." he scowls, taking slight offense. "Plus that is not why i get drunk~ You were the one drunk anyways~~."

"I know. And I'd rather not discuss /why/ I was drunk." Frowns, sulking.

Raises an eyebrow, "Hmm?". Now he was wondering exactly why he was drunk. What was h doing drinking?

"...I /just said/ I don't want to talk about it." Huffs, turning away from the other.

Yeah, but when people said they didn't want to talk about it, Francis usually wanted to know what it was. "Perhaps, but now you have to tell me." He set the other's coffee and food on the table, then made himself a cup of coffee as well.

"..." Siiighs, taking a deep gulp of his coffee before replying. "Look. My boss and I just had another argument and relations with Russia politically have been falling despite everything and I just didn't want to have to think about my problems, okay?" Glares down at the counter, his entire body stiffened from anger, lets out a heaving sigh. "I don't need you adding to them."

The frenchman frowned slightly, and walked around behind the other's seat. "Well I seem to find sex as a great distraction from one's problems." Placed his hands om the other's shoulders and starts to massage them. "Don't you think....~?"

Raises an eyebrow, stiffening a little as the other starts massaging him "Not really..."

"Mm? Non? Maybe you should give it another try...~" is le
Massaging his shoulders. Lalalalala

"Nn... bug off.." Relaxes unwillingly to the massage, his muscles starting to loosen and his eyes only half-open.

"Now, don't be so rude Aleks~." Digs his fingers deep into his shoulders, trying to get him to relax, and let out all the tension.

"Shut up.... you don't deserve.. politeness.." A shudder goes through his body, his muscles finally relaxing, his resistance weakening.

Just hums a bit, his hands moving from his shoulders, to working into his back.

Sighs and lets him, little sounds of approval escaping his throat every once in a while, blushing a bit, but he decides he's fine as long as France doesn't push it...

Kneading into his back, gradually getting lower and lower. "Isn't this so much better?" he says quietly into his ear.

Shivers a little when he gets lower, sighing. "Mm... I'm enjoying having a massage, don't push your luck.." Turns his head to look at him, his eyebrows raised in a slightly skeptical expression.

"My apologies then~." he smiles sarcastically. "But I better get a massage after this too."

Rolls his eyes, but smirks a little. "Don't sound so disappointed, you sex addict. Yes, I'll give you a massage." Sighs, leaning back into him a bit.