[Axis Powers Hetalia, 2 Drabbles: France/Seychelles, America/England]
Title: Tropical Balcony
Pairing: France/Seychelles
Word Count: 181
Notes: Based on this picture.
“You picked this spot so the banister would hinder me, non?” France asks with a chuckle.
“Why ever would you think that?” she replies, but that mischievous twinkle in her eyes gives her away. As she loops her arms up around his neck, France pushes aside the more perverse thoughts as he notices the slight smirk on her lips.
“You were missing me, were you not?”
“Mayyybe.”
She kisses him then, fiercely, and he has to hold onto the banister so he doesn’t fall backwards into the water below.
One of her hands tangles in his hair while the other drifts lower until she’s resting it on his backside. It’s then that she gives him a very obvious grope and pulls back from the kiss grinning.
“So?”
And at that, France laughs. His brilliant Seychelles, of course she would find a way to put him at her mercy and occupy his hands completely so he couldn’t fight back.
“You are magnifique as always, Seychelles.”
She kisses him again at that and France decides that perhaps this isn’t so bad after all.
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Title: Overworked
Pairing: America/England
Word Count: 168
Notes: Based on this picture.
England isn’t surprised to find America asleep at his desk the next morning. He’d been so insistent on trying to find a solution to his country’s latest crisis that he refused to come to bed until he’d heroically come up with the answer.
Smiling down at him, England places the sheet over his shoulders. Some of the other nations might scoff at America’s intellect, and England himself would be the first to point out that some of America’s methods are a bit…over the top, but the truth of the matter is America is such a hardworking nation.
“You’re going to work yourself to the bone, love,” England murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of America’s head.
As he does, he catches a glimpse of all papers littered with formulas and diagrams. And secretly, because he’d never dare let America know for fear it would only inflate his ego, England hopes that this time the younger nation is onto something.
If only to prove Europe wrong, of course.
Pairing: France/Seychelles
Word Count: 181
Notes: Based on this picture.
“You picked this spot so the banister would hinder me, non?” France asks with a chuckle.
“Why ever would you think that?” she replies, but that mischievous twinkle in her eyes gives her away. As she loops her arms up around his neck, France pushes aside the more perverse thoughts as he notices the slight smirk on her lips.
“You were missing me, were you not?”
“Mayyybe.”
She kisses him then, fiercely, and he has to hold onto the banister so he doesn’t fall backwards into the water below.
One of her hands tangles in his hair while the other drifts lower until she’s resting it on his backside. It’s then that she gives him a very obvious grope and pulls back from the kiss grinning.
“So?”
And at that, France laughs. His brilliant Seychelles, of course she would find a way to put him at her mercy and occupy his hands completely so he couldn’t fight back.
“You are magnifique as always, Seychelles.”
She kisses him again at that and France decides that perhaps this isn’t so bad after all.
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Title: Overworked
Pairing: America/England
Word Count: 168
Notes: Based on this picture.
England isn’t surprised to find America asleep at his desk the next morning. He’d been so insistent on trying to find a solution to his country’s latest crisis that he refused to come to bed until he’d heroically come up with the answer.
Smiling down at him, England places the sheet over his shoulders. Some of the other nations might scoff at America’s intellect, and England himself would be the first to point out that some of America’s methods are a bit…over the top, but the truth of the matter is America is such a hardworking nation.
“You’re going to work yourself to the bone, love,” England murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of America’s head.
As he does, he catches a glimpse of all papers littered with formulas and diagrams. And secretly, because he’d never dare let America know for fear it would only inflate his ego, England hopes that this time the younger nation is onto something.
If only to prove Europe wrong, of course.