[Fanfiction] My Sister's Is Always Open
Title: My Sister's Is Always Open
Characters/Pairing: Sweden/Denmark
Rating: R
Warning: Genderbend
Summary: De-Anon from Kink-Meme. Sweden goes to visit Denmark to drink her beer among other things. Heavily re-edited because I must Not Post Before Editing.
Mathilde Søren sometimes wondered what the hell she'd been thinking when she gave Berwald his own key to her place after the Øresund bridge opened. She hadn't meant for it to be sort of invitation for casual sex and beer.
For one, Tina would murder her, and prolly do it with that sweet butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth smile on her face.
Provided that is, that Lucas didn't get to her first.
She'd just been so thrilled and elated at finally getting Berwald to talk to her again that it hadn't occurred to her what giving a key to his house might be taken as. Besides, the Swede only ever came over when he and Tina were having a fight. For chrissakes, she'd given Iceland a key for his birthday one year, and not that long ago she'd given that violent, green eyed harpy a key as a present.
The personification of Denmark froze for a moment at that thought. What if it DID mean that? Her eyes got huge.
She'd given Iceland and England keys to her house.
Mathilde needed a beer and badly.
She kicked Berwald's car tires out of spite for existing with her spiked red heels as she passed by.
Bastard was blocking her driveway. Again.
"Oi," she bellowed into the house, slamming the door open with one hand. The trim house may have looked dark and deserted but she knew better. There was a Swedish bastard in there, drinking all her beer and getting more and more horny as time went on.
Sure enough, Berwald's hand reached out of the shadows and grabbed her by the collar, cutting her planned tirade about how Berwald was going to buy his own beer dammit, because she was tired of having to do so - and for that matter, he could Slammed up against the door (HER door, dammit) and with the Swedish man doing his drunken best to kiss her (it was more like he was trying to eat er alive), she gave up.
"You" kiss, "break it," a strangled yelp, "you buy it!"
Berwald grunted into her breasts. One big hand grabbed her black blouse and yanked down, even as she wrapped one long leg around his jean clad hips. What felt like two seconds later, Berwald had ripped off her red panties and was shoving his way inside her.
"You ass! Prussia gave that to me!"
"Den," the male grunted.
"What," she spat back, biting at his ear.
"Shut up."
She bit at his neck, and almost gagged at the alcohol stench. Just how much had he been drinking anyways? However much he'd had it certainly didn't slow him down as he shoved in her, both of them fighting as much as fucking against her front door.
This always happened when Sweden came over to drink, and she just prayed both of their partners never found out.
Much later that night, she finally managed to break free of his drunken death grasp and made it to her fridge. She needed beer and lots of it to sooth her bruised (in a good way) body. She need as much as she could drink right now and the lure of the golden beverage was one she wasn't resisting. Opening her fridge door, she was met by a truly terrible sight. It was a sight so horrific she had no words to describe it.
That Swedish bastard had drank all her beer.
Her scream of frustration in all likelihood was heard in over in England.
Characters/Pairing: Sweden/Denmark
Rating: R
Warning: Genderbend
Summary: De-Anon from Kink-Meme. Sweden goes to visit Denmark to drink her beer among other things. Heavily re-edited because I must Not Post Before Editing.
Mathilde Søren sometimes wondered what the hell she'd been thinking when she gave Berwald his own key to her place after the Øresund bridge opened. She hadn't meant for it to be sort of invitation for casual sex and beer.
For one, Tina would murder her, and prolly do it with that sweet butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth smile on her face.
Provided that is, that Lucas didn't get to her first.
She'd just been so thrilled and elated at finally getting Berwald to talk to her again that it hadn't occurred to her what giving a key to his house might be taken as. Besides, the Swede only ever came over when he and Tina were having a fight. For chrissakes, she'd given Iceland a key for his birthday one year, and not that long ago she'd given that violent, green eyed harpy a key as a present.
The personification of Denmark froze for a moment at that thought. What if it DID mean that? Her eyes got huge.
She'd given Iceland and England keys to her house.
Mathilde needed a beer and badly.
She kicked Berwald's car tires out of spite for existing with her spiked red heels as she passed by.
Bastard was blocking her driveway. Again.
"Oi," she bellowed into the house, slamming the door open with one hand. The trim house may have looked dark and deserted but she knew better. There was a Swedish bastard in there, drinking all her beer and getting more and more horny as time went on.
Sure enough, Berwald's hand reached out of the shadows and grabbed her by the collar, cutting her planned tirade about how Berwald was going to buy his own beer dammit, because she was tired of having to do so - and for that matter, he could Slammed up against the door (HER door, dammit) and with the Swedish man doing his drunken best to kiss her (it was more like he was trying to eat er alive), she gave up.
"You" kiss, "break it," a strangled yelp, "you buy it!"
Berwald grunted into her breasts. One big hand grabbed her black blouse and yanked down, even as she wrapped one long leg around his jean clad hips. What felt like two seconds later, Berwald had ripped off her red panties and was shoving his way inside her.
"You ass! Prussia gave that to me!"
"Den," the male grunted.
"What," she spat back, biting at his ear.
"Shut up."
She bit at his neck, and almost gagged at the alcohol stench. Just how much had he been drinking anyways? However much he'd had it certainly didn't slow him down as he shoved in her, both of them fighting as much as fucking against her front door.
This always happened when Sweden came over to drink, and she just prayed both of their partners never found out.
Much later that night, she finally managed to break free of his drunken death grasp and made it to her fridge. She needed beer and lots of it to sooth her bruised (in a good way) body. She need as much as she could drink right now and the lure of the golden beverage was one she wasn't resisting. Opening her fridge door, she was met by a truly terrible sight. It was a sight so horrific she had no words to describe it.
That Swedish bastard had drank all her beer.
Her scream of frustration in all likelihood was heard in over in England.