Get well soon... or else! [1a/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 11:22:50 UTC
This anon here has a huge hospital kink, probably because I've never been more than a couple hours in one so I couldn't resist to fill this request. This is also my first fill so I apologize in advance if it's fail. Please, feel free to point out any kind of mistake.
On most chapters I’ll focus mainly in the US/UK pairing but I’ll try to put in some other pairings such as Spain/South Italy, FR/CN, Germany/North Italy etc. --------------------------------
From very early in the morning the streets of the Spanish city of Pamplona seemed to radiate with emotion and excitement because it was finally that time of the year again. The famous Running of the Bulls that usually took place between July 7th and July 14th had most of the inhabitants and tourist in high spirits. Lots of people were getting ready to run ahead of the bulls and being cheered on by the spectators that were standing along the street behind protecting iron fences.
“Come on Matt, I want to see this up close”
“Al, we should wait for the others or we may get lost”
“They are too slow and anyway, that’s what cell phones are for, we can always meet at the Mc Donald’s I saw a few blocks away when this ends”
Matthew sighed in defeat and followed his brother through the crowd; the Italian brothers, Antonio and Francis were a few meters behind so he kept raising his hand every now and then to avoid being separated in the sea of people.
Francis and Matthew met back in Canada when the Frenchman was sent for a year to the Canadian branch of the company he worked for and Matthew was chosen to show him around. They seemed to get along however and soon it wasn't unusual for them to meet outside work. Eventually Matthew introduced him to Alfred and even when Francis antics and flirtatious nature around most people, himself and specially his brother, freaked him out at first, he got used to them rather fast.
On a March night during one of Alfred's visits to his brother, they met two Italians that were celebrating their birthdays at the night club they went. The younger one, Feliciano, was really friendly and almost immediately started conversation with them but Lovino, his elder brother was rather quiet and distant, an attitude they passed as shyness until Francis started flirting with Feliciano, that's it.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing? Get away from my brother, French bastard!” the elder Italian shouted in a loud voice
“Brother, it's okay. He's just being friendly” replied Feliciano with his usual naive smile
“Don't worry, that's his usual behavior, most of the time it's harmless” Matthew intervened trying to reassure the boy while Alfred just rolled his eyes amusedly and started to decide on his next drink.
“I don't care! Just don't touch him” Lovino said while tugging at his brother's arm in order to get him away from Francis
”Ah! Don’t worry, mon ami, there's enough of me for everyone” Francis said with an lazy, seductive smile and then proceeded to put his arms around the two Italians drawing them closer to him.
“Waaah, don't touch ME either you perv'”
Lovino panicked and tried to push away from the embrace while the others, his brother included, laughed good-naturedly at his tomato red face. By the end of the night they were exchanging phones, mail addresses and arranging future gatherings before the Italians had to go back to their homeland.
On most chapters I’ll focus mainly in the US/UK pairing but I’ll try to put in some other pairings such as Spain/South Italy, FR/CN, Germany/North Italy etc.
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From very early in the morning the streets of the Spanish city of Pamplona seemed to radiate with emotion and excitement because it was finally that time of the year again. The famous Running of the Bulls that usually took place between July 7th and July 14th had most of the inhabitants and tourist in high spirits. Lots of people were getting ready to run ahead of the bulls and being cheered on by the spectators that were standing along the street behind protecting iron fences.
“Come on Matt, I want to see this up close”
“Al, we should wait for the others or we may get lost”
“They are too slow and anyway, that’s what cell phones are for, we can always meet at the Mc Donald’s I saw a few blocks away when this ends”
Matthew sighed in defeat and followed his brother through the crowd; the Italian brothers, Antonio and Francis were a few meters behind so he kept raising his hand every now and then to avoid being separated in the sea of people.
Francis and Matthew met back in Canada when the Frenchman was sent for a year to the Canadian branch of the company he worked for and Matthew was chosen to show him around. They seemed to get along however and soon it wasn't unusual for them to meet outside work. Eventually Matthew introduced him to Alfred and even when Francis antics and flirtatious nature around most people, himself and specially his brother, freaked him out at first, he got used to them rather fast.
On a March night during one of Alfred's visits to his brother, they met two Italians that were celebrating their birthdays at the night club they went. The younger one, Feliciano, was really friendly and almost immediately started conversation with them but Lovino, his elder brother was rather quiet and distant, an attitude they passed as shyness until Francis started flirting with Feliciano, that's it.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing? Get away from my brother, French bastard!” the elder Italian shouted in a loud voice
“Brother, it's okay. He's just being friendly” replied Feliciano with his usual naive smile
“Don't worry, that's his usual behavior, most of the time it's harmless” Matthew intervened trying to reassure the boy while Alfred just rolled his eyes amusedly and started to decide on his next drink.
“I don't care! Just don't touch him” Lovino said while tugging at his brother's arm in order to get him away from Francis
”Ah! Don’t worry, mon ami, there's enough of me for everyone” Francis said with an lazy, seductive smile and then proceeded to put his arms around the two Italians drawing them closer to him.
“Waaah, don't touch ME either you perv'”
Lovino panicked and tried to push away from the embrace while the others, his brother included, laughed good-naturedly at his tomato red face. By the end of the night they were exchanging phones, mail addresses and arranging future gatherings before the Italians had to go back to their homeland.
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