oh, jealousy 2/2
anonymous
March 22 2010, 18:50:23 UTC
Greece blinked several times. He pinched his arm a moment. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No, you're very much awake, Greece-san."
"You know, Japan.... I like your angry side."
Japan gave him the faintest of smiles.
"It would be nice if we could get through one meeting without a love triangle rearing up to compromise things," Germany sighed.
"Vee, but Germany, this one wasn't even Baltic this time! And France lost again."
"That's hardly notable," England muttered. "He's only ahead of Italy in the war record."
"France-niichan taught me all about war!" Italy said.
"That certainly explains a lot," England snickered.
"It doesn't count!" France protested. He was leaning against a wall, still trembling from Japan's threats.
"Alright all of you! Back to your seats this instant or I'll throw you out personally!"
"He'll enjoy too," Italy piped up.
"Meet me later?" Greece said.
"Of course, Greece-san. We have much to discuss."
He gripped Greece's hand and squeezed it, which was the most public display of affection Japan could take without feeling completely exposed. Maybe after many years, he might even be able to hold hands with Greece in public. Only time would tell.
Japan returned to his seat as if nothing had happened, and Greece promptly went back to sleep when Germany started outlining the bill on carbon emissions and outlying discussions on healthcare.
--
It hadn't gone entirely how he'd planned, but the desired result had happened, more of less. Japan's anger had been a surprise. France hadn't expected a katana to the throat. Some polite insults across the table, some jealousy, but not outright threats of declaration of war. Always the quiet ones indeed.
There was one disappointment, however. He had been trying to get Greece in his bed for quite some time with refusal after refusal. Considering that Greece had the most sex of everyone of the group, one would think he would be easy, but France had failed every attempt thus far. He knew Greece would be a fantastic night. Those delicious muscles, all that skill..finally someone to rival his finesse. Had it been some other bland country sampled simply for flavor, he could let it alone, but Greece was a bonafide sex god and France's existence wasn't complete until he had a piece of that.
He had attributed the rejections to Greece being in love with Japan, and maybe he was right. Japan certainly had a feisty streak under that calm. France couldn't help wondering what he'd be like in bed. Would he be quiet, and compliant, or would at some point all that control be lost and the same force he had seen be exerted there as well?
He also knew that Greece and Japan weren't about to break up anytime soon. The last hurdle had been crossed, and now nothing was between their feelings for each other. Whatever problems happened, they'd overcome them, so he couldn't count on some hot rebound action either.
Maybe they'd be open to the idea of a threesome as thanks for getting them together. They owed him that much, at the very least.
Greece blinked several times. He pinched his arm a moment. "Am I still dreaming?"
"No, you're very much awake, Greece-san."
"You know, Japan.... I like your angry side."
Japan gave him the faintest of smiles.
"It would be nice if we could get through one meeting without a love triangle rearing up to compromise things," Germany sighed.
"Vee, but Germany, this one wasn't even Baltic this time! And France lost again."
"That's hardly notable," England muttered. "He's only ahead of Italy in the war record."
"France-niichan taught me all about war!" Italy said.
"That certainly explains a lot," England snickered.
"It doesn't count!" France protested. He was leaning against a wall, still trembling from Japan's threats.
"Alright all of you! Back to your seats this instant or I'll throw you out personally!"
"He'll enjoy too," Italy piped up.
"Meet me later?" Greece said.
"Of course, Greece-san. We have much to discuss."
He gripped Greece's hand and squeezed it, which was the most public display of affection Japan could take without feeling completely exposed. Maybe after many years, he might even be able to hold hands with Greece in public. Only time would tell.
Japan returned to his seat as if nothing had happened, and Greece promptly went back to sleep when Germany started outlining the bill on carbon emissions and outlying discussions on healthcare.
--
It hadn't gone entirely how he'd planned, but the desired result had happened, more of less. Japan's anger had been a surprise. France hadn't expected a katana to the throat. Some polite insults across the table, some jealousy, but not outright threats of declaration of war. Always the quiet ones indeed.
There was one disappointment, however. He had been trying to get Greece in his bed for quite some time with refusal after refusal. Considering that Greece had the most sex of everyone of the group, one would think he would be easy, but France had failed every attempt thus far. He knew Greece would be a fantastic night. Those delicious muscles, all that skill..finally someone to rival his finesse. Had it been some other bland country sampled simply for flavor, he could let it alone, but Greece was a bonafide sex god and France's existence wasn't complete until he had a piece of that.
He had attributed the rejections to Greece being in love with Japan, and maybe he was right. Japan certainly had a feisty streak under that calm. France couldn't help wondering what he'd be like in bed. Would he be quiet, and compliant, or would at some point all that control be lost and the same force he had seen be exerted there as well?
He also knew that Greece and Japan weren't about to break up anytime soon. The last hurdle had been crossed, and now nothing was between their feelings for each other. Whatever problems happened, they'd overcome them, so he couldn't count on some hot rebound action either.
Maybe they'd be open to the idea of a threesome as thanks for getting them together. They owed him that much, at the very least.
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And Japan. It's always the quiet ones...
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