France and Male!Bela :D The Bar

He totally doesn't process what he means, and slowly sits up. "..Fine." He slowly tries to stand up, wobbling unsteadily*

Ohohohon~ Francis was going to enjoy this. :> Takes his arm and helps to his feet. "Now, now. Be careful, we don't want you falling over~~."

"Yeah, whatever.." He staggers with France grudgingly. His head was swirling with tiredness and disjointed thoughts, hardly noticing the other.

Leads him to the bathroom, keeping tight hold of his arm. "Look, were already here." pushes the bathroom door back and walks in with him.

He leans into him, not caring about much about anything. "Ngh." He lets go of France and slides down to the floor, starting to pull his shirt off. "ugh, this is disgusting.."

"That is why we are bathing~." Slides his own shirt off, and let's it fall to the aide on the floor. Finds himself staring at the others chest, letting his eyes roam across his body.

He doesn't notice the other since he's busy focusing on trying to figure out how to unbuckle his belt, too drunk to care about nudity. "Hn. Whatever." He finally figures his belt out and slips his pants off, boxers and all.

Rips his eyes away long enough to turn on the water, trying to get it at the perfect temp. Then proceeds to slip off his own pants and boxers.

Just totally doesn't pay attention to France, dipping a hand in the water to test it. He slowly tries to stand up to crawl into the bathtub.

Shakes his head, "Be careful now..." he mutters. Climbs into the tub, then helps him get in without falling.

" 'm careful.." He sighs and relaxes in the tub, sinking down and stretching his legs, his eyes closing. "'ts good.."

Takes the soap and lathers it in a small poof thing. B| Gently starts washing his back in circles.

(oh god I love those poof things.) He groans and leans into the other's touch, his mind is too confused to register much besides the physical sensation.

Hums lightly, drops the poof and just uses his hands. Washes all up and down along his back.

Keeps leaning into him, closing his eyes. "..your hands 'r soft. they're girly."

"They are not girly..." he protested lightly. His hand trailed lightly over the the other's skin. "Won't you turn around for me now."

"They are." Chuckles to himself as he slowly and clumsily turns around in the bathtub, slipping and falling a couple times.

Lathers more soap into his hands. Slowly washes over the other's skin, gelling the way the muscles relaxed and moved to his touch. His eyes traveled along his chest, and down to his lower regions. B|

He has already closed his eyes, pressing into the touches on his chest, not noticing where the other's eyes are traveling. His hands grip the sides of the tub for stability, slipping a bit in the tub from how relaxed he is, half from tiredness and half from France's efforts.

(( I see a typo I need to fix but im lazy. B| ))

Washes down along his sides and his arms, then back along his torso. Stops for a second and peeks at the other males face. He leaned in just slightly and kissed his chest to see his reaction.

((hos. //lol))

Already in a totally drunken stupor, keeping his eyes closed and giving off an appreciative grunt, not even completely processing what France just did.

Not displeased with the reaction, kisses his chest lightly again, then runs his fingers softly over his skin trailing lower this time.

"mm..." A low groan emits from his mouth, not exactly a pleased noise but certainly not negative. Goosebumps run up his chest, and he opens his eyes a tiny bit, his vision still blurred by his eyelashes.

"Perhaps you should allow me to wash your legs now," he whisper softly trailing his finger into the water across his leg.

He gasps a bit, his eyes fluttering more open, shifting his legs. "ah--" He stares alertly at France for a split second, before the alcohol overtakes his adrenaline again. "Sure..." His eyes half close again, and he sleepily spreads his legs towards the other.