Papa France

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Canada was staying at France’s house for the week while his house got repainted and at the moment he was sitting on a couch reading a book.

France walked in the room and sat down beside him. ”What are you reading mon petit?”

Canada closed the book and showed him the cover.

“Is it good?” he asked after reading the title.

“Mm-hm,” Canada nodded and started reading again. He felt France rub his hand up and down his forearm as he read.

He winced and pulled away a little harder than intended, surprising the French man.

“What’s wrong mon petit?” he asked. “does it make you uncomfortable when I touch you?”

“No.” he said quickly. “I just hurt my arm, that’s all.”

“Really? What happened?” He asked, pulling Canada’s sleeve back slightly.

“It’s nothing!” He said jerking his arm away and pulling his sleeve back down. He held his arm protectively and slid down the couch away from France.

France now looked at him with concern in his eyes.

He reached over, took Canada’s arm and began pulling up his sleeve.

Canada didn’t try to stop him this time but his eyes grew wider the higher the sleeve went till finally France stopped at mid-bicep and stared at the sight before him.

His arm was completely wrapped in bandages from his wrist all the way to his elbow.

France looked up to meet Canada’s eyes. “What happened?”

“I told you, it’s nothing.” He said. He tried to pull his sleeve back down but France wouldn’t let him.

“No it isn’t, come on,” he said pulling the younger country to his feet. “Those bandages need changing.” He added noticing a few patches of blood seeping through.

France brought him into the kitchen and made him sit at the table while he got the medical kit out. He brought it to the table and proceeded to slowly remove the bandages from his fellow country’s arm.

Canada’s eyes widened and he flinched at every move. Once the bandages were completely off he refused to look the older country in the eye.

France stared at the wounds, it was very clear that these were self-inflicted. Two-dozen or so scares and fresh cuts crisscrossed over each other covering most of his arm.

“Now I see what happened.” France said looking away. He took some tissues and disinfectant from the first-aid kit and began cleaning the wounds.

Soon France had Canada’s arm completely cleaned and re-bandaged.

He sat down and put his head in his hands. “Go wait in my office please.”

“O-ok.” Canada said standing.

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Canada was sitting in France’s office when France walked in.

He rummaged through his desk and shoved something in his back pocket.

He walked over to Canada and sat beside him on the couch. Putting his head in his hands he spoke. “Why did you do it?”

Canada looked down. “I don’t know, nobody ever notices me and when they do they think I’m America so they take their frustrations out on me. No one seems to care.

France’s head shot up at the last sentence. He thought he didn’t care?

He took his former charge’s hands and made him look him in the eye.

“Canada I want you to know that even if it doesn’t seem like it I’ll always care about you.”

Canada felt tears prick his eyes and looked down.

“And that’s why I’m going to do this.” He said grabbing his arms.

“Huh?-ah!” Canada yelped as France yanked him forward over his lap.

France placed a firm hand on Canada’s back as he whipped his head around to look at him.

“What are you-“ Canada stopped mid-sentence, a harsh blush spread across his face when France set a hand on the upturned arse in front of him.

Canada shuddered under France’s hold as he felt him shift under him. Grabbing the edge of Canada’s coat he lifted it out of the way.

He set his hand on his arse once again. “Canada I want you to know that no matter what it is never okay to hurt yourself.”

With that he raised his hand above his head and began the chaistment on the young country’s arse.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

“Ah!” Canada cried out at the sudden pain. “Ah!” *SMACK!* “Ow!” *SMACK!* “Ouch!”

France continued to rain down the blows on the seat of the violet-eyed country’s pants before pausing momentarily to pull them down causing Canada to squirm.

France continued to beat the now boxer clad arse in front of him.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Tears now streamed down Canada’s face, staining his cheeks.

France continued awhile longer before removing himself from under the sobbing country and placing him over the arm of the couch.

Canada, taking a moment to realize the transition, looked up at France or rather what he’d pulled from his back pocket and currently held in his hand.

Canada’s eyes widened at the black leather whip. Of the few times he’d been punished as a chibi every one had been with only a hand.

Tears streamed down his face and he started shaking violently.

The French man spoke reassuringly. “I know you’ve never been punished with something like this before so I’ll try to make this as quick as possible.”

Canada buried his head in his arms and squeezed his eyes shut.

France brought the whip back and delivered the first strike.

*Swiss, THWACK!*

Four more fallowed without warning causing Canada to cry out in pain.

“Ah!” Canada clenched his fists at the mean bite of the whip.

France stopped and pulled down his boxers exposing his currently very red arse.

When Canada felt his only source of protection being removed he panicked and started squirming and trying to avoid his penance.

France moved fast and held him down still sobbing and trying to escape.

The upper hand country spoke gently, calming the thrashing country. “I know you’re scared mon petit but I need you to try to hold still, we’re almost done just hang in there.”

Canada looked up at him with his bottom lip quivering before nodding and burying his face in his arms again.

France stepped back and struck the bare arse quickly leaving red stripes crisscrossing across it.

Before he could continue the wailing country cried out something that forced him to stop dead in his tracks.

“I’m sorry papa!”

France barely felt the implement fall out of his hand before tears pricked his eyes.

He rushed forward fixed Canada’s clothes and pulled him up into a tight hug.

Canada wrapped his arms around his papa’s neck and returned the hug, sobbing into his shoulder.

France hugged Canada as if he might vanish if he let go, until he heard his sobs become nothing more than shaky breathing.

He sat there a moment more before picking his son up in his arms and carrying him to his room.

France stood next to the bed awhile staring at the sleeping Canadian in his arms before carefully laying him on the bed.

He turned to leave when he heard a small whisper.

“I love you papa.”

He turned back, planted a small on the sleeping country’s forehead and whispered in his ear.

“I love you to Matthew.”

Turning he left the room with tears of joy trickling down his face.

THE END