Another Kink Meme try...
Pairing: France/Germany
Request: Sarkozy/Merkel style
Author Note: I tried a long time to get this right (but I still dislike some parts of the ff no matter what D:) and waited an even longer time before posting because I was and still am unsure if this gets close to what the OP wanted in the first place.
The text got a live on his own after some while of writing and changing it, so I somehow couldn't do much about it afterwards ^^".
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A soft touch here, a simple pat there, a short kiss as a greeting instead of a hand shake.
And France was grinning again with that damn amused smile on his lips, watching him attentively through the crowd of reporters, never losing sight of him.
Ludwig sighed. And wished his chancellor wasn’t a woman for the hundreds time.
Not that he was against female leaders, hell no, but since he had gotten his first one, somehow the world had made a twist and was now revolving away from its normal path.
The other leaders had started to be more attentive, more gentleman like and no drinking evenings or sometimes rough discussions took place anymore when his boss was invited.
She had her positive sides, too (charming, intelligent and subtle in political problems), but thanks to her being a woman the other nations suddenly started to treat even Ludwig with more care as if he had grown a feminine side over night.
France was by far the worst.
It didn’t help that the press always pointed them out as the motor or the heart of the European Union or that their leaders often shared opinions and then sided with each other.
But that wouldn’t have irked Ludwig much if… yeah, if the body language hadn’t altered, too.
Now photos and videos run the TV which showed his chancellor and France’s in tight embraces, sharing one umbrella or walking arm in arm, as if they knew each other for years.
The political friendship those two presented involved way too much touching for Ludwig’s taste.
But not for Francis’s liking.
Since they both had gotten used to the affectionate atmosphere between their leaders, France had made it a point to try and copy them to poor Ludwig’s horror.
Over the years they both worked together, they had established a rather friendly interaction - Ludwig knew when to ignore or leave the room to get away from pervy France’s attacks and Francis had learned where to stop to not risk getting hit over the head.
It had functioned pretty well - until now.
It was as if somebody had given Francis the official permission to grope and touch and cling to Ludwig as much as and whenever and wherever he wanted.
And it was difficult to stop him the second he caught you, Ludwig had found out the hard way.
Not that he himself was easy to grasp but Francis somehow always managed to surprise him or caught him off guard (and that frightened Ludwig more than the intentions the Frenchman had, seeing that he had survived the alliance with Italy and was used to naked nations around him).
Carefully, Ludwig took a step back and tried to merge with the crowds of reporters and gawpers behind him, at the same time never taking his eyes away from the other nation across the reception hall.
Perhaps if he was fast enough and reached the meeting room before Francis, he could avoid the clutches of the other?
Luckily for him, the congress took place in Berlin which gave him an advance on the environment. If he could lose the Frenchman in the building he had not only gained some alone time but even had the chance to change his sitting position on the conference table so that he was placed on the most far away sit from Francis.
With one last glance at the small male next to the reception desk, Ludwig turned around and fled into the opposite direction.
-
“Entschuldigen Sie vielmals!,” Ludwig shouted back over his shoulder not stopping to apologize more formally to the couple he had nearly run over as he had emerged from the elevator.
So far, he had succeeded to lure Francis into the hotel and lost sight of him after many ups and downs on the fire stairs, a fast shortcut through the kitchen and a hide and seek game in the laundry department.
Currently he was on the direct way to the room the meeting took place in about half and hour, enough time left to switch the sitting arrangements in his favour.
He smiled exhaustedly, stopped running and slowed down to not frighten any more guests he could possibly pass.
The sun shown in through the big windows on his right side as door after door flashed by at his left. Ludwig only sometimes threw a reassuring look at the numbers to not walk past the right room, but most of the time he gazed outside, observed the people on the streets some sixteen floors below and let his heart calm down from the hectic race.
Hopefully Francis wasn’t as clever as to go straight up here and wait in the conference room.
A nausea feeling overcame Ludwig’s stomach, but the possibility of that happening was so small that he would have betted rather on the chance that England got hit by a shooting star.
He adjusted his suit with a swift movement and raised his gaze at the exact same time he finally reached the right door.
With a last stop he corrected his hairstyle and put fallen out strands back to their place.
Nobody should be here, but better be cautious as if to arrive with an inaccurate image.
Ludwig turned the door knob, knowing that he wouldn’t need a key because the room had been opened an hour ago for last preparations and would stay open for early arriving politicians.
Not that the most of them were earlier, he thought with a disappointed frown.
Not even his own.
The door swung open without making a sound and darkness engulfed him.
Only a small ray of sunlight at the other side of the room where the windows were closed with shutters could be seen, otherwise the room was tinted in a dim glow which made it impossible for Ludwig to see more than one foot ahead.
He walked in and closed the entry behind him as his hand darted out to search for the light switch on the wall.
Instead, his fingers touched a soft fabric - probably clothes, it shot through Ludwig’s head like lightening - but before he could pull his hand back or even say anything, a hand grasped his own and with a yelp he was pushed against the door in an instance.
Both his hands were gripped and lifted over his head, secured by the firm hold of a familiar male hand while fingers loosened his tie with a skilled motion.
A nose nuzzled into the now unclothed space between Ludwig’s shoulder and neck and he felt warm breath washing over his skin.
“Ça t’as surprendu, n’est-ce pas?,” a husky voice whispered next to his ear.
Ludwig groaned, frustration and a strange heat mixing in his chest and leaving him a little weak in the legs.
“Wann - How…You knew, didn’t you?,” he muttered back and had to gulp because his mouth was suddenly getting very dry.
Nobody did know they were here. If he didn’t shake Francis of in the next twenty minutes they would be found in a fairly inappropriate position.
Francis chuckled in a low, slightly dangerous tone that sent shivers up and down Ludwig’s back because of the closeness the Frenchman had.
“Peut-être? But that doesn’t matter, does it?”
Finger tips gently stroked his skin under the collar before they dipped lower to fumble with the buttons of his suit.
Ludwig opened his mouth in protest, but then Francis began to bite and nip gently at his throat and somehow the words he had wanted to say melted into a puddle of clutter, leaving him speechless and breathless at the same time.
His suit jacket fell to the floor without him being able to hinder Francis to take it of.
“Bien meilleur ~,” Ludwig felt the other nation hum against his already sensitive skin.
The fingers had wandered of to his shirt, opening the buttons in record speed.
Panic shot through Ludwig’s body in waves and cleared the fog in his brain so that he was finally able to concentrate on his arms.
Muscles tensed, Ludwig struggled a bit against Francis’s hold and then, then he had his hands free and caught both wrists of those prying hands in his.
Francis halted his actions on Ludwig’s throat and lifted his face until he was next the German’s ear. Ludwig fought the urge to blush and strengthened his grip on the Frenchman’s joints to signal him that the power had shifted.
No more games as long as he had the saying.
Deep inside he couldn’t suppress a little tingle of regret but it was for the better to not allow Francis any more possibilities to ruin both their reputations only because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Wasn’t the constant groping during the meetings already enough?!
“Aww, c’mon, don’t do this to me!,” Francis whined at his side, this time sounding more desperate than seductively.
Sighing, Ludwig loosened his hold on the wrists but wasn’t ready to drop his guard yet.
“In less than ten minutes if my sense of time is correct they will come in here and start the meeting. Do you want them to find us - their nations - engaged in… in whatever your assault would have ended in?!”
For a moment Ludwig thought he had seen a pervert grin on Francis’s face.
But to his surprise, the nation backed down, reluctantly giving more personal space to Ludwig again.
Weird. On other occasions he wouldn’t listen as fast as now. Ludwig raised an eyebrow however didn’t comment on Francis’s behaviour.
He let go of the wrists and turned towards his buttons instead, unsure if he had done something wrong.
The silence was overwhelming and slowly, guilty crept up in Ludwig’s conscience.
“Look, it’s not as if I don’t li-...argh, look if they find us here, doing that, they won’t be pleased and never take us serious again!”
Still no response. Ludwig finished buttoning up his shirt but didn’t bend down for his jacket yet. He tugged nervously on his hair, not certain what he did wrong or how to make up for it.
“…Francis. I’m sorry if I was a little harsh. It’s not that I-,” Ludwig stopped and took a deep breath, not thinking much of what he was saying but going with the flow, ”I really like you and I didn’t want to be mean but das hier ist wirklich wichtig…und es ist nicht so als ob ich etwas gegen dich hätte aber -“
Dear goodness, now he was rambling in German without noticing.
Ludwig snapped his mouth shut, mortified that he of all nations was an incompetent idiot when it came to feelings.
It was the same as with Italy! He was thinking too much and unable to express what he really wanted to say in the first place.
A heartily chuckle pierced through his chaotic thoughts and made Ludwig look up.
Francis stood before him, offering him his suit jacket by holding it up.
“Mon chéri! Sometimes you truly are a big blockhead ~ I’m not angry if that was your impression. And to your info, we could have continued - at least that was my intention - if not for the knock on the door.”
He smirked mischievously at Ludwig.
“You - The what?!”
Thoughts were running too fast and somehow it was hard to fish a single one out of the stream in his head thus Ludwig needed some time to progress what Francis had exactly said.
Just as he had collected his mind enough to ask a question, somebody knocked on the door in a hurried manner, startling Ludwig so that he jumped a step forward.
“ Bitte entschuldigen Sie die Störung, aber könnten Sie mir die Tür öffnen? Ich muss die Getränke abliefern!,“ sounded a muffled voice behind the door.
„See? Otherwise I would have had you stripped down to your underwear already,“ Francis mumbled next to him.
Ludwig was close to either strangle Francis or shout something indecent back at the guy at the door but reminded calm on the outside and unconsciously searched for the light switch to be able to see more.
Today just wasn’t his lucky day.
-
Omake
The conference had taken four hours with breaks and the results weren’t as satisfactorily as Ludwig had hoped.
Other than that he hadn’t been able to follow much of the discussion because Francis had begun to fumble around in his personal space like he had something to catch up with.
It had been a fight to always pry those skilled finger open and push them aside until they found a new opening.
How had England or America survived for so long in this nation’s proximity without getting mad?!
Ludwig was more than glad that the meeting was finally over.
Speaking of the Frenchman, he was tugging along through the hotel lobby and waving nicely at the female personnel as if the world was in total harmony.
Those nerves! Ludwig grumbled inwardly.
As if Francis had heard his thoughts - or more his complaining - he appeared at Ludwig’s side and linked his arm with the German’s.
“So, care to come with me to my hotel room to continue?”
“After all what you did today you still haven’t gotten enough?!,”Ludwig fumed at him.
Francis only grinned back and winked playfully at him.
“Nothing serious happened, Louis. And you don’t think that I ever could get enough of you, did you?”
Those predator orbs which bored into his and observed him as if he had already agreed to be jumped frightened Ludwig and at the same time excited him, building up an intense heat in his lower body.
He growled silently, knowing that he had lost the fight before it even began.
Francis was becoming more and more irresistible with each passing minute.
It didn’t help that he stuck to him in a more aggressive, romantic and suggestive way than Feliciano ever had.
Herrgott nochmal, why did all the weird nations take a liking in annoying the hell out of him and made him fall for them in the progress?!
As if his own dilemma wasn’t enough already, the sight their bosses provided when they walked past was definitely the icing on the cake.
Ludwig could only groan while he watched helplessly how his Kanzlerin took the offered arm of Francis’s President, laughing at something the man had said.
An arm wrapped itself as a matter of course around his torso, pulling him closer to a warm body. Francis waved to his boss who flashed him an inconspicuous thumb up behind the back.
Damn those Frenchmen and their charm!
Finally given up, Ludwig let himself be pulled along by a grinning Francis.
Translations
Entschuldigen Sie vielmals! = Excuse me very much!
Ça t’as surprendu, n’est-ce pas? = That has surprised you, didn’t it?
Wann = When
Peut-être? = Maybe?
Bien meilleur~ = Much better~
[…]das hier ist wirklich wichtig…und es ist nicht so als ob ich etwas gegen dich hätte aber -[…] = […] this here is really important…and it’s not as if I have something against you but - […]
Mon chéri! = My darling!
Bitte entschuldigen Sie die Störung, aber könnten Sie mir die Tür öffnen? Ich muss die Getränke abliefern!
= Please excuse me the interruption, but could you open me the door? I have to deliver the drinks!
Herrgott nochmal! = For God’s sake!
Kanzlerin = chancellor
Request: Sarkozy/Merkel style
Author Note: I tried a long time to get this right (but I still dislike some parts of the ff no matter what D:) and waited an even longer time before posting because I was and still am unsure if this gets close to what the OP wanted in the first place.
The text got a live on his own after some while of writing and changing it, so I somehow couldn't do much about it afterwards ^^".
-
A soft touch here, a simple pat there, a short kiss as a greeting instead of a hand shake.
And France was grinning again with that damn amused smile on his lips, watching him attentively through the crowd of reporters, never losing sight of him.
Ludwig sighed. And wished his chancellor wasn’t a woman for the hundreds time.
Not that he was against female leaders, hell no, but since he had gotten his first one, somehow the world had made a twist and was now revolving away from its normal path.
The other leaders had started to be more attentive, more gentleman like and no drinking evenings or sometimes rough discussions took place anymore when his boss was invited.
She had her positive sides, too (charming, intelligent and subtle in political problems), but thanks to her being a woman the other nations suddenly started to treat even Ludwig with more care as if he had grown a feminine side over night.
France was by far the worst.
It didn’t help that the press always pointed them out as the motor or the heart of the European Union or that their leaders often shared opinions and then sided with each other.
But that wouldn’t have irked Ludwig much if… yeah, if the body language hadn’t altered, too.
Now photos and videos run the TV which showed his chancellor and France’s in tight embraces, sharing one umbrella or walking arm in arm, as if they knew each other for years.
The political friendship those two presented involved way too much touching for Ludwig’s taste.
But not for Francis’s liking.
Since they both had gotten used to the affectionate atmosphere between their leaders, France had made it a point to try and copy them to poor Ludwig’s horror.
Over the years they both worked together, they had established a rather friendly interaction - Ludwig knew when to ignore or leave the room to get away from pervy France’s attacks and Francis had learned where to stop to not risk getting hit over the head.
It had functioned pretty well - until now.
It was as if somebody had given Francis the official permission to grope and touch and cling to Ludwig as much as and whenever and wherever he wanted.
And it was difficult to stop him the second he caught you, Ludwig had found out the hard way.
Not that he himself was easy to grasp but Francis somehow always managed to surprise him or caught him off guard (and that frightened Ludwig more than the intentions the Frenchman had, seeing that he had survived the alliance with Italy and was used to naked nations around him).
Carefully, Ludwig took a step back and tried to merge with the crowds of reporters and gawpers behind him, at the same time never taking his eyes away from the other nation across the reception hall.
Perhaps if he was fast enough and reached the meeting room before Francis, he could avoid the clutches of the other?
Luckily for him, the congress took place in Berlin which gave him an advance on the environment. If he could lose the Frenchman in the building he had not only gained some alone time but even had the chance to change his sitting position on the conference table so that he was placed on the most far away sit from Francis.
With one last glance at the small male next to the reception desk, Ludwig turned around and fled into the opposite direction.
-
“Entschuldigen Sie vielmals!,” Ludwig shouted back over his shoulder not stopping to apologize more formally to the couple he had nearly run over as he had emerged from the elevator.
So far, he had succeeded to lure Francis into the hotel and lost sight of him after many ups and downs on the fire stairs, a fast shortcut through the kitchen and a hide and seek game in the laundry department.
Currently he was on the direct way to the room the meeting took place in about half and hour, enough time left to switch the sitting arrangements in his favour.
He smiled exhaustedly, stopped running and slowed down to not frighten any more guests he could possibly pass.
The sun shown in through the big windows on his right side as door after door flashed by at his left. Ludwig only sometimes threw a reassuring look at the numbers to not walk past the right room, but most of the time he gazed outside, observed the people on the streets some sixteen floors below and let his heart calm down from the hectic race.
Hopefully Francis wasn’t as clever as to go straight up here and wait in the conference room.
A nausea feeling overcame Ludwig’s stomach, but the possibility of that happening was so small that he would have betted rather on the chance that England got hit by a shooting star.
He adjusted his suit with a swift movement and raised his gaze at the exact same time he finally reached the right door.
With a last stop he corrected his hairstyle and put fallen out strands back to their place.
Nobody should be here, but better be cautious as if to arrive with an inaccurate image.
Ludwig turned the door knob, knowing that he wouldn’t need a key because the room had been opened an hour ago for last preparations and would stay open for early arriving politicians.
Not that the most of them were earlier, he thought with a disappointed frown.
Not even his own.
The door swung open without making a sound and darkness engulfed him.
Only a small ray of sunlight at the other side of the room where the windows were closed with shutters could be seen, otherwise the room was tinted in a dim glow which made it impossible for Ludwig to see more than one foot ahead.
He walked in and closed the entry behind him as his hand darted out to search for the light switch on the wall.
Instead, his fingers touched a soft fabric - probably clothes, it shot through Ludwig’s head like lightening - but before he could pull his hand back or even say anything, a hand grasped his own and with a yelp he was pushed against the door in an instance.
Both his hands were gripped and lifted over his head, secured by the firm hold of a familiar male hand while fingers loosened his tie with a skilled motion.
A nose nuzzled into the now unclothed space between Ludwig’s shoulder and neck and he felt warm breath washing over his skin.
“Ça t’as surprendu, n’est-ce pas?,” a husky voice whispered next to his ear.
Ludwig groaned, frustration and a strange heat mixing in his chest and leaving him a little weak in the legs.
“Wann - How…You knew, didn’t you?,” he muttered back and had to gulp because his mouth was suddenly getting very dry.
Nobody did know they were here. If he didn’t shake Francis of in the next twenty minutes they would be found in a fairly inappropriate position.
Francis chuckled in a low, slightly dangerous tone that sent shivers up and down Ludwig’s back because of the closeness the Frenchman had.
“Peut-être? But that doesn’t matter, does it?”
Finger tips gently stroked his skin under the collar before they dipped lower to fumble with the buttons of his suit.
Ludwig opened his mouth in protest, but then Francis began to bite and nip gently at his throat and somehow the words he had wanted to say melted into a puddle of clutter, leaving him speechless and breathless at the same time.
His suit jacket fell to the floor without him being able to hinder Francis to take it of.
“Bien meilleur ~,” Ludwig felt the other nation hum against his already sensitive skin.
The fingers had wandered of to his shirt, opening the buttons in record speed.
Panic shot through Ludwig’s body in waves and cleared the fog in his brain so that he was finally able to concentrate on his arms.
Muscles tensed, Ludwig struggled a bit against Francis’s hold and then, then he had his hands free and caught both wrists of those prying hands in his.
Francis halted his actions on Ludwig’s throat and lifted his face until he was next the German’s ear. Ludwig fought the urge to blush and strengthened his grip on the Frenchman’s joints to signal him that the power had shifted.
No more games as long as he had the saying.
Deep inside he couldn’t suppress a little tingle of regret but it was for the better to not allow Francis any more possibilities to ruin both their reputations only because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Wasn’t the constant groping during the meetings already enough?!
“Aww, c’mon, don’t do this to me!,” Francis whined at his side, this time sounding more desperate than seductively.
Sighing, Ludwig loosened his hold on the wrists but wasn’t ready to drop his guard yet.
“In less than ten minutes if my sense of time is correct they will come in here and start the meeting. Do you want them to find us - their nations - engaged in… in whatever your assault would have ended in?!”
For a moment Ludwig thought he had seen a pervert grin on Francis’s face.
But to his surprise, the nation backed down, reluctantly giving more personal space to Ludwig again.
Weird. On other occasions he wouldn’t listen as fast as now. Ludwig raised an eyebrow however didn’t comment on Francis’s behaviour.
He let go of the wrists and turned towards his buttons instead, unsure if he had done something wrong.
The silence was overwhelming and slowly, guilty crept up in Ludwig’s conscience.
“Look, it’s not as if I don’t li-...argh, look if they find us here, doing that, they won’t be pleased and never take us serious again!”
Still no response. Ludwig finished buttoning up his shirt but didn’t bend down for his jacket yet. He tugged nervously on his hair, not certain what he did wrong or how to make up for it.
“…Francis. I’m sorry if I was a little harsh. It’s not that I-,” Ludwig stopped and took a deep breath, not thinking much of what he was saying but going with the flow, ”I really like you and I didn’t want to be mean but das hier ist wirklich wichtig…und es ist nicht so als ob ich etwas gegen dich hätte aber -“
Dear goodness, now he was rambling in German without noticing.
Ludwig snapped his mouth shut, mortified that he of all nations was an incompetent idiot when it came to feelings.
It was the same as with Italy! He was thinking too much and unable to express what he really wanted to say in the first place.
A heartily chuckle pierced through his chaotic thoughts and made Ludwig look up.
Francis stood before him, offering him his suit jacket by holding it up.
“Mon chéri! Sometimes you truly are a big blockhead ~ I’m not angry if that was your impression. And to your info, we could have continued - at least that was my intention - if not for the knock on the door.”
He smirked mischievously at Ludwig.
“You - The what?!”
Thoughts were running too fast and somehow it was hard to fish a single one out of the stream in his head thus Ludwig needed some time to progress what Francis had exactly said.
Just as he had collected his mind enough to ask a question, somebody knocked on the door in a hurried manner, startling Ludwig so that he jumped a step forward.
“ Bitte entschuldigen Sie die Störung, aber könnten Sie mir die Tür öffnen? Ich muss die Getränke abliefern!,“ sounded a muffled voice behind the door.
„See? Otherwise I would have had you stripped down to your underwear already,“ Francis mumbled next to him.
Ludwig was close to either strangle Francis or shout something indecent back at the guy at the door but reminded calm on the outside and unconsciously searched for the light switch to be able to see more.
Today just wasn’t his lucky day.
-
Omake
The conference had taken four hours with breaks and the results weren’t as satisfactorily as Ludwig had hoped.
Other than that he hadn’t been able to follow much of the discussion because Francis had begun to fumble around in his personal space like he had something to catch up with.
It had been a fight to always pry those skilled finger open and push them aside until they found a new opening.
How had England or America survived for so long in this nation’s proximity without getting mad?!
Ludwig was more than glad that the meeting was finally over.
Speaking of the Frenchman, he was tugging along through the hotel lobby and waving nicely at the female personnel as if the world was in total harmony.
Those nerves! Ludwig grumbled inwardly.
As if Francis had heard his thoughts - or more his complaining - he appeared at Ludwig’s side and linked his arm with the German’s.
“So, care to come with me to my hotel room to continue?”
“After all what you did today you still haven’t gotten enough?!,”Ludwig fumed at him.
Francis only grinned back and winked playfully at him.
“Nothing serious happened, Louis. And you don’t think that I ever could get enough of you, did you?”
Those predator orbs which bored into his and observed him as if he had already agreed to be jumped frightened Ludwig and at the same time excited him, building up an intense heat in his lower body.
He growled silently, knowing that he had lost the fight before it even began.
Francis was becoming more and more irresistible with each passing minute.
It didn’t help that he stuck to him in a more aggressive, romantic and suggestive way than Feliciano ever had.
Herrgott nochmal, why did all the weird nations take a liking in annoying the hell out of him and made him fall for them in the progress?!
As if his own dilemma wasn’t enough already, the sight their bosses provided when they walked past was definitely the icing on the cake.
Ludwig could only groan while he watched helplessly how his Kanzlerin took the offered arm of Francis’s President, laughing at something the man had said.
An arm wrapped itself as a matter of course around his torso, pulling him closer to a warm body. Francis waved to his boss who flashed him an inconspicuous thumb up behind the back.
Damn those Frenchmen and their charm!
Finally given up, Ludwig let himself be pulled along by a grinning Francis.
Translations
Entschuldigen Sie vielmals! = Excuse me very much!
Ça t’as surprendu, n’est-ce pas? = That has surprised you, didn’t it?
Wann = When
Peut-être? = Maybe?
Bien meilleur~ = Much better~
[…]das hier ist wirklich wichtig…und es ist nicht so als ob ich etwas gegen dich hätte aber -[…] = […] this here is really important…and it’s not as if I have something against you but - […]
Mon chéri! = My darling!
Bitte entschuldigen Sie die Störung, aber könnten Sie mir die Tür öffnen? Ich muss die Getränke abliefern!
= Please excuse me the interruption, but could you open me the door? I have to deliver the drinks!
Herrgott nochmal! = For God’s sake!
Kanzlerin = chancellor