1000 Themes - #142 - Axis Powers Hetalia - Lithuania x Fem!America
Title: Coffee
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Genderbend, boobs, and no beta slightly beta'd, newly edited as of 8/14/10.
Words: 1101
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Lithuania x Fem!America, and England
America bounced on her toes, peering through the peephole in her door every five seconds. She was expecting two very important guests-well, one could go fuck himself, she had some beef with him-and it wasn’t in her nature to be patient about their arrival. She had been in the middle of changing, from one flapper dress to another, and decided it was only decent to put a bra on, despite how not often she wore one nowadays. Also, in her experience, being topless around England wasn’t the best thing in the world; unless she was purposely being a tease, of course.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and America latched her fingers to all the locks, undoing them quickly and then pulling the door open so hard she nearly tore it off its hinges. When she was excited, she was ecstatic. With a bright smile and twinkling baby blues, she beamed at the two men on her doorstep-England and Lithuania.
“You finally made it! Jeez, it took you fellas long enough!” she insisted, leaning forward to grab Lithuania’s suitcase from his hand. The broad peak into her cleavage had England wondering if accompanying Lithuania was the best idea.
“For god’s sake, America…y-yes, well, Lithuania’s home isn’t exactly close, you realize.” England huffed, blushing horribly. America looked up at him, pursing her lips.
“You’re just full of baloney!” she argued, a firm believer that if she took the local highway, she could reach Lithuania’s house in less time it took to get the bum’s rush from the local speakeasy. Not to mention she had an affinity for arguing with her ex-guardian. Turning to Lithuania, she stuck out the thin hand that wasn’t holding his heavy suitcase, although it was lightweight to her. “It’s nice to meetcha, Liet! I’m so glad you’re gonna be helping me ‘round the house! Sorry you had to sit around so long with that limey right over there.”
Lithuania’s face, much redder than England’s, twisted into an embarrassed grin. “I-it’s nice to meet you, too, Miss America.” he said, shaking her hand. While her grip wasn’t as deathly as Belarus’, he found it surprisingly strong.
America giggled and dragged her new friend into the house. “Don’t just stand outside, baby! You can come in!” she exclaimed, setting the suitcase by the door. As England entered the house and shut the door, America had pulled Lithuania into a tight hug, her right leg popping upward in glee. “You’re such a milquetoast, it’s cute!”
“Don’t suffocate the poor boy, America. He just got his independence from Russia.” he scolded, prying her from the Baltic. America pouted.
“Oh, dry up, you-”
“It’s fine, really, England. I’m sure Miss America’s just excited.” he suggested, offering America a gentle smile. She returned it immediately, perking up from her pout, and grabbed both his hand and England’s.
She gave them both a tug, still paying no heed to the fact that she was only in her undergarments. “C’mon! I want you two to meet a couple of friends of mine!”
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After Tony and America’s whale were promptly introduced, England left as soon as he could, mumbling about how he couldn’t believe he had raised her, and Lithuania was shown to his room.
“This is where you’ll be staying, Ethel. But if you’d like another room, that’s fine. This one’s just closer to mine. And the john’s right down the hall.” America explained, leaning sideways against the doorframe. Lithuania nodded and set his suitcase down by the bed, taking a moment to admire the décor.
“It’s beautiful in here...and warm.”
“This joint better be warm! I hate the cold!”
Lithuania chuckled, to which America pouted. “What? I do!”
He smiled at her. “You’re lucky you can have that choice.” he commented, reflecting on his past occupation. He, along with his surrogate “brothers,” had no such luxury in Russia’s home. As it was, he was grateful America’s house was well furnished, and he planned on enjoying it while he took care of his outsourcing duties.
America stared at him, and then averted her gaze, crossing her arms directly below her breasts. “Yeah…oh!” she perked up, bouncing off the frame and clapping her hands. “I need to test your skills!”
Lithuania shot her a puzzled look. “My…skills?”
“Yessir! England said you might be helping me out in the kitchen, and I just want to make sure you’re right on the trolley!”
Her guest appeared to be very amused by the request, but had no qualms about fulfilling it. “As odd as that is, I’d be glad to!”
“Great! Follow me!”
And follow her, he did, and quickly made note of how to get to the kitchen; he wouldn’t want to bother America more than he must have already. Setting up a room for him, buying extra food…it must have been troublesome.
When they reached the kitchen, America turned sharply on Lithuania, pointing to the counter. “Coffee! I’ll judge you based on how good you make coffee!”
Her grammar aside, Lithuania found the request quite odd. He cocked his head, furrowed his brow. “Coffee…? I suppose I could, but-”
“Awesome! I gotta get dolled up for this one egg’s party, and when I come back, I’ll see just how nifty you are!”
And off she bounced, leaving Lithuania to pray that she would come back in something less revealing.
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His prayers were answered, but the distraction level only rose. Arriving to the smell of brewing coffee, America was sporting a rather short scarlet dress, decorated with a long necklace of pearls, dark stockings and a bowl-shaped hat. Everything about her was perky, and that meant everything.
“How do I look?”
Lithuania smiled. “F-fantastic! Really!”
America beamed, blushing slightly. “You’re such a goof, Liet.”
Her guest chuckled, with cheeks stained a color much akin to her dress, and set down a mug of coffee on the countertop. “There we go. It took me a while to figure out how to use the machine, but I hope I did fine.”
With a squeal of joy, America put her hands on his shoulder and propelled herself upward, planting her lips against Lithuania’s cheek. “Thank you so much, Liet! It smells just darb!”
Too busy trying not to faint from the kiss, Lithuania didn’t observe her as she took small sips from the mug, carefully tasting the hot, dark liquid. When she set the mug down, he focused on her, but wasn’t too intimidated; it was a pretty silly challenge, and while he hoped he passed, was too amused to take it seriously.
To show her verdict, America rewarded him with another kiss.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Genderbend, boobs, and no beta slightly beta'd, newly edited as of 8/14/10.
Words: 1101
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Lithuania x Fem!America, and England
America bounced on her toes, peering through the peephole in her door every five seconds. She was expecting two very important guests-well, one could go fuck himself, she had some beef with him-and it wasn’t in her nature to be patient about their arrival. She had been in the middle of changing, from one flapper dress to another, and decided it was only decent to put a bra on, despite how not often she wore one nowadays. Also, in her experience, being topless around England wasn’t the best thing in the world; unless she was purposely being a tease, of course.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and America latched her fingers to all the locks, undoing them quickly and then pulling the door open so hard she nearly tore it off its hinges. When she was excited, she was ecstatic. With a bright smile and twinkling baby blues, she beamed at the two men on her doorstep-England and Lithuania.
“You finally made it! Jeez, it took you fellas long enough!” she insisted, leaning forward to grab Lithuania’s suitcase from his hand. The broad peak into her cleavage had England wondering if accompanying Lithuania was the best idea.
“For god’s sake, America…y-yes, well, Lithuania’s home isn’t exactly close, you realize.” England huffed, blushing horribly. America looked up at him, pursing her lips.
“You’re just full of baloney!” she argued, a firm believer that if she took the local highway, she could reach Lithuania’s house in less time it took to get the bum’s rush from the local speakeasy. Not to mention she had an affinity for arguing with her ex-guardian. Turning to Lithuania, she stuck out the thin hand that wasn’t holding his heavy suitcase, although it was lightweight to her. “It’s nice to meetcha, Liet! I’m so glad you’re gonna be helping me ‘round the house! Sorry you had to sit around so long with that limey right over there.”
Lithuania’s face, much redder than England’s, twisted into an embarrassed grin. “I-it’s nice to meet you, too, Miss America.” he said, shaking her hand. While her grip wasn’t as deathly as Belarus’, he found it surprisingly strong.
America giggled and dragged her new friend into the house. “Don’t just stand outside, baby! You can come in!” she exclaimed, setting the suitcase by the door. As England entered the house and shut the door, America had pulled Lithuania into a tight hug, her right leg popping upward in glee. “You’re such a milquetoast, it’s cute!”
“Don’t suffocate the poor boy, America. He just got his independence from Russia.” he scolded, prying her from the Baltic. America pouted.
“Oh, dry up, you-”
“It’s fine, really, England. I’m sure Miss America’s just excited.” he suggested, offering America a gentle smile. She returned it immediately, perking up from her pout, and grabbed both his hand and England’s.
She gave them both a tug, still paying no heed to the fact that she was only in her undergarments. “C’mon! I want you two to meet a couple of friends of mine!”
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After Tony and America’s whale were promptly introduced, England left as soon as he could, mumbling about how he couldn’t believe he had raised her, and Lithuania was shown to his room.
“This is where you’ll be staying, Ethel. But if you’d like another room, that’s fine. This one’s just closer to mine. And the john’s right down the hall.” America explained, leaning sideways against the doorframe. Lithuania nodded and set his suitcase down by the bed, taking a moment to admire the décor.
“It’s beautiful in here...and warm.”
“This joint better be warm! I hate the cold!”
Lithuania chuckled, to which America pouted. “What? I do!”
He smiled at her. “You’re lucky you can have that choice.” he commented, reflecting on his past occupation. He, along with his surrogate “brothers,” had no such luxury in Russia’s home. As it was, he was grateful America’s house was well furnished, and he planned on enjoying it while he took care of his outsourcing duties.
America stared at him, and then averted her gaze, crossing her arms directly below her breasts. “Yeah…oh!” she perked up, bouncing off the frame and clapping her hands. “I need to test your skills!”
Lithuania shot her a puzzled look. “My…skills?”
“Yessir! England said you might be helping me out in the kitchen, and I just want to make sure you’re right on the trolley!”
Her guest appeared to be very amused by the request, but had no qualms about fulfilling it. “As odd as that is, I’d be glad to!”
“Great! Follow me!”
And follow her, he did, and quickly made note of how to get to the kitchen; he wouldn’t want to bother America more than he must have already. Setting up a room for him, buying extra food…it must have been troublesome.
When they reached the kitchen, America turned sharply on Lithuania, pointing to the counter. “Coffee! I’ll judge you based on how good you make coffee!”
Her grammar aside, Lithuania found the request quite odd. He cocked his head, furrowed his brow. “Coffee…? I suppose I could, but-”
“Awesome! I gotta get dolled up for this one egg’s party, and when I come back, I’ll see just how nifty you are!”
And off she bounced, leaving Lithuania to pray that she would come back in something less revealing.
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His prayers were answered, but the distraction level only rose. Arriving to the smell of brewing coffee, America was sporting a rather short scarlet dress, decorated with a long necklace of pearls, dark stockings and a bowl-shaped hat. Everything about her was perky, and that meant everything.
“How do I look?”
Lithuania smiled. “F-fantastic! Really!”
America beamed, blushing slightly. “You’re such a goof, Liet.”
Her guest chuckled, with cheeks stained a color much akin to her dress, and set down a mug of coffee on the countertop. “There we go. It took me a while to figure out how to use the machine, but I hope I did fine.”
With a squeal of joy, America put her hands on his shoulder and propelled herself upward, planting her lips against Lithuania’s cheek. “Thank you so much, Liet! It smells just darb!”
Too busy trying not to faint from the kiss, Lithuania didn’t observe her as she took small sips from the mug, carefully tasting the hot, dark liquid. When she set the mug down, he focused on her, but wasn’t too intimidated; it was a pretty silly challenge, and while he hoped he passed, was too amused to take it seriously.
To show her verdict, America rewarded him with another kiss.