old drabbles for lilichen
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 to R, for violence and ~sexual situations~
Characters & Pairings: Canada/Ukraine, a side of Russia/America
Summary: D..RABBLE DUMP THING!!
The Right Time & Place
( Human AU )
"Well, it's not like anyone else comes down here?" starts Matthew, except Katya gives him this look and it's enough to shut him up. He hates it when she gives him that look, the one with the tearful eyes and the desperate furrow of the eyebrows. The fact that her pout is bright pink, swollen from his lips and his teeth just kinda make him feel even worse.
Though admittedly, it's pretty hard to feel bad when she's in his arms and pressed against him just so and his pants are getting pretty tight --
"It's not appropriate," pleads Katya, and when she talks, Matthew can feel her chest move against his and oh god, oh my fucking god. "-Are you alright, Matthew?"
Matthew manages a strained, "yes", through his teeth. His face is beginning to hurt from how red it's turning. "Perfectly fine, thank you."
Sibling Complex
( Human AU )
As with every instance in which Yekaterina bids Ivan farewell, she forces him to bend in half with her expectant expression and extended arms, and sloppily, tearfully kisses him on both cheeks.
"Vanya, vanya, please take care, alright?" she says always, always as desperate and worrying as the day before, and the day before that, and the years before that and forever onwards. "I am always thinking of your well being."
"I know, sister."
"Do you really?"
"I do."
"Oh," she wails, "I never, never know."
Then she pulls him to her very impressive chest and he wraps large awkward arms around her, patting her shoulders lightly and softly assuring her of his love for her.
During these farewells, Ivan can only force a strained smile across his pale features, uncomfortably aware of the scene they must be causing.
"Please don't do this anymore, Katyusha. I am a big boy," he wants to say, but never does. And he never does, because he is her Vanya, he is the only one designated to receive such a fretting over from his beloved sister.
So when he sees Matthew, the obnoxious American's twin brother, kissed on both cheeks and even on the lips --
Ivan takes it well.
He takes it so well that he introduces Matthew's solar plexus to his fist when he passes by.
-
The day Matthew catches his twin, his brother Alfred in Ivan's arms, possibly half naked and with mouth shaped bruises painted on his skin ( how did they get there? Ivan wonders ), Ivan suspects the younger man of experiencing negative emotions similar to those Ivan experienced when Ivan spotted him with his Katyusha.
Ever the polite one, Matthew insists no, it's all good, it's none of my business, I'm so happy for you guys.
But Ivan knows better.
Ivan knows better, because his nose and collar bone break the next week in the hockey rink.
-
"I can't believe you, Matty. Way to be passo-agresso."
"I-I didn't mean it!" And anyway, don't you remember the time he fractured two of my ribs for NO REASON-
"That was a pretty impressive blow though. Amazing you didn't get suspended for the entire season."
"I told you, I didn't mean it!!"
The Proper Response
( Human AU )
"T-that was wonderful."
Matthew blinks and stills for a second, not knowing quite how to respond. He's kinda in the middle of used contraceptive disposal while involved in that difficult thought process; and for a dude who tends to fall into a snore filled coma right after sex, thinking and throwing at the same time is a huge feat.
"Any... time?"
Awesome
Canada is never sure whether to apologize or fist pump after having had monopolized Ukraine's entire day. In bed.
Yeah, naked.
In the end, he compromises with himself by mouthing 'sorry' into the small of her back.
Sweet
( R FOR SEXINGSSS )
He kisses the tip of her nose before he eases her shirt (his shirt) up and over her head, one hand already at the clasp of her bra. It's a sweet gesture, an almost naively boyish one; and she tilts her head and smiles into a kiss as she runs her hands against his bare chest, feels the warmth and the muscles that flex underneath the tips of her fingers.
Slowly, almost sleepily, as if falling into a dream - Matthew gently lowers Katya onto the mattress, against the red sheets and flush comforter that haven't been bothered to be fixed or tidied for days and days. His body positions itself between hers, and he bends over her, blankets himself over her, kisses a line from her belly to her chest to her neck. Lips station themselves there at the nape, open mouth, a little teeth.
"Ah," and her back arches off the bed at his fingers stroking her through her panties, nerves still sensitive from the last time they made love. Embarrassed, Katya pulls Matthew into another kiss, smothering any telling noises she might make with his.
Rage
( WWII )
This time, Alfred lets him. This time Alfred falls back a step and lets Matthew surge ahead of him, boots digging deep desperate lines into the muddy landscape.
He pauses, closes his eyes. Pulls out a cigarette, lights it up. Takes a few shallow drags before he decides to step up and pry his brother off of Ludwig.
"Calm down, Matty. You'll wear your knuckles out."
Matthew isn't him. Isn't like the rest of their power-hungry, dysfunctional family. Matthew loathes to fight, but when he does, he fights like the bears that prowl his home - all bared teeth and huge fists and a constant growl from deep within his chest.
"Don't you ever," Matthew whispers through the curtain of his hair, his shoulders caught in Alfred's firm hold, "Don't you ever touch her again."
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 to R, for violence and ~sexual situations~
Characters & Pairings: Canada/Ukraine, a side of Russia/America
Summary: D..RABBLE DUMP THING!!
The Right Time & Place
( Human AU )
"Well, it's not like anyone else comes down here?" starts Matthew, except Katya gives him this look and it's enough to shut him up. He hates it when she gives him that look, the one with the tearful eyes and the desperate furrow of the eyebrows. The fact that her pout is bright pink, swollen from his lips and his teeth just kinda make him feel even worse.
Though admittedly, it's pretty hard to feel bad when she's in his arms and pressed against him just so and his pants are getting pretty tight --
"It's not appropriate," pleads Katya, and when she talks, Matthew can feel her chest move against his and oh god, oh my fucking god. "-Are you alright, Matthew?"
Matthew manages a strained, "yes", through his teeth. His face is beginning to hurt from how red it's turning. "Perfectly fine, thank you."
Sibling Complex
( Human AU )
As with every instance in which Yekaterina bids Ivan farewell, she forces him to bend in half with her expectant expression and extended arms, and sloppily, tearfully kisses him on both cheeks.
"Vanya, vanya, please take care, alright?" she says always, always as desperate and worrying as the day before, and the day before that, and the years before that and forever onwards. "I am always thinking of your well being."
"I know, sister."
"Do you really?"
"I do."
"Oh," she wails, "I never, never know."
Then she pulls him to her very impressive chest and he wraps large awkward arms around her, patting her shoulders lightly and softly assuring her of his love for her.
During these farewells, Ivan can only force a strained smile across his pale features, uncomfortably aware of the scene they must be causing.
"Please don't do this anymore, Katyusha. I am a big boy," he wants to say, but never does. And he never does, because he is her Vanya, he is the only one designated to receive such a fretting over from his beloved sister.
So when he sees Matthew, the obnoxious American's twin brother, kissed on both cheeks and even on the lips --
Ivan takes it well.
He takes it so well that he introduces Matthew's solar plexus to his fist when he passes by.
-
The day Matthew catches his twin, his brother Alfred in Ivan's arms, possibly half naked and with mouth shaped bruises painted on his skin ( how did they get there? Ivan wonders ), Ivan suspects the younger man of experiencing negative emotions similar to those Ivan experienced when Ivan spotted him with his Katyusha.
Ever the polite one, Matthew insists no, it's all good, it's none of my business, I'm so happy for you guys.
But Ivan knows better.
Ivan knows better, because his nose and collar bone break the next week in the hockey rink.
-
"I can't believe you, Matty. Way to be passo-agresso."
"I-I didn't mean it!" And anyway, don't you remember the time he fractured two of my ribs for NO REASON-
"That was a pretty impressive blow though. Amazing you didn't get suspended for the entire season."
"I told you, I didn't mean it!!"
The Proper Response
( Human AU )
"T-that was wonderful."
Matthew blinks and stills for a second, not knowing quite how to respond. He's kinda in the middle of used contraceptive disposal while involved in that difficult thought process; and for a dude who tends to fall into a snore filled coma right after sex, thinking and throwing at the same time is a huge feat.
"Any... time?"
Awesome
Canada is never sure whether to apologize or fist pump after having had monopolized Ukraine's entire day. In bed.
Yeah, naked.
In the end, he compromises with himself by mouthing 'sorry' into the small of her back.
Sweet
( R FOR SEXINGSSS )
He kisses the tip of her nose before he eases her shirt (his shirt) up and over her head, one hand already at the clasp of her bra. It's a sweet gesture, an almost naively boyish one; and she tilts her head and smiles into a kiss as she runs her hands against his bare chest, feels the warmth and the muscles that flex underneath the tips of her fingers.
Slowly, almost sleepily, as if falling into a dream - Matthew gently lowers Katya onto the mattress, against the red sheets and flush comforter that haven't been bothered to be fixed or tidied for days and days. His body positions itself between hers, and he bends over her, blankets himself over her, kisses a line from her belly to her chest to her neck. Lips station themselves there at the nape, open mouth, a little teeth.
"Ah," and her back arches off the bed at his fingers stroking her through her panties, nerves still sensitive from the last time they made love. Embarrassed, Katya pulls Matthew into another kiss, smothering any telling noises she might make with his.
Rage
( WWII )
This time, Alfred lets him. This time Alfred falls back a step and lets Matthew surge ahead of him, boots digging deep desperate lines into the muddy landscape.
He pauses, closes his eyes. Pulls out a cigarette, lights it up. Takes a few shallow drags before he decides to step up and pry his brother off of Ludwig.
"Calm down, Matty. You'll wear your knuckles out."
Matthew isn't him. Isn't like the rest of their power-hungry, dysfunctional family. Matthew loathes to fight, but when he does, he fights like the bears that prowl his home - all bared teeth and huge fists and a constant growl from deep within his chest.
"Don't you ever," Matthew whispers through the curtain of his hair, his shoulders caught in Alfred's firm hold, "Don't you ever touch her again."