Re: Any/Any - Sex in a tight space (RusCan)
anonymous
October 25 2012, 20:49:02 UTC
I did this fill on fanfiction and I thought it would be a good idea to share this. I noticed that it there was no ruscan version. hope anon likes it
TRAPPED IN A CLOSET
Canada's day could not get any better! Everything was finally going in the Canadian's favour. He managed to get to the meeting early and parked in the best parking spot so he would not need to travel far to drive home. Kumajirou was at home, so he did not have to carry his pet around all day (his shoulders always hurt after). Lastly, there was a designated seat with his name on it. That never happened at the world meeting! The nations never bothered to get him a chair to sit on. He smiled in joy and his eyes twinkled in delight at the sight of his own chair and name plate right between his brother and England's chair. When Canada had thought it could not get any better, he was finally noticed by someone!
"Is it my birthday today? If so, this is greatest day ever!" Canada cheered in his head.
A full blown smile formed on his delicate face. It was too bad for Matthew that good things don't last forever. He went to his seat and lay back, enjoying the comfy cushions.
Lost in his thoughts, he was unaware of the person who entered. He was startled when he heard a voice curse to himself. Matthew's head turned in the direction of the sound and saw America with a frustrated look on his face. Matthew eye's traveled lower to see that his clothes were stained with ketchup stains, which Canada could tell had come from his dripping burger. America cursed himself again and then looked up to see Canada looking back with a 'really Al?' look plastered on his face.
Nothing was said and both brothers stared at each other until a voice broke the silence.
"Dude...umm...if you don't mind, could you run to the janitor's closet down the hall to get some paper towels?" Alfred asked sheepishly as he gestured to his stained clothes.
Matthew looked dumbfounded, thinking about how Alfred could make a mess of himself. Yet again...he did live with him, and he knew he acted like a slob. Feeling irate, Matthew spoke with his arms crossed.
"Why do I have to go?" Canada pouted, already peeved that someone had noticed him just to ask him to do a job.
Alfred had a confused look on his face. Canada's left eyebrow rose slightly...he assumed that America had forgotten whom he was speaking to again. Canada sighed in disappointment.
"I'm Canada...Matthew...your brother." Alfred's eyes widened and he pulled his twin into a bear hug.
Canada was indignant that his clothes were being ruined by the hamburger stains.
"Dude, Mattie...sorry about that...I had a 'derp' moment," Alfred said with a smile.
Canada sighed tiredly again. Alfred loved to use slang and internet memes in his speech, which most nations found annoying and made some confused.
Matthew asked again, "Al...Why don't you get the paper towels yourself?"
Alfred was quick to interject, "I could, broski, but I thought it would be easier for someone else to do it," his arms moving animatedly to his speech.
Matthew was about to respond but his twin beat him to it.
"Besides, I'm the hero and I got to look good..." Alfred smiled and soon looked at him with puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"
Matthew hated when Al did the 'puppy look'; he was a sucker for it, and the American always used his secret weapon on him to get him to do all his crazy favours. America knew he had the advantage over his twin (whenhe remembered who he was) and had learned throughout the years that Mattie was a pushover.
"Dude, I will totally help you out next time...Scout's honour!" America placed his left hand over his heart in a pledge to keep his promise.
Matthew rolled his eyes in irritation. Matthew could have refused...but the offer was tempting. He could make Alfred do something stupid to get back at him.
"Fine..." he muttered bitterly, and his bitterness increased in intensity when Matthew saw Alfred's smile widen in gratitude-or was it arrogance?
Mattie could not tell. America laughed to himself, and the Canadian left the room to look for the closet while America was trying his best to find a replacement shirt.
TRAPPED IN A CLOSET
Canada's day could not get any better! Everything was finally going in the Canadian's favour. He managed to get to the meeting early and parked in the best parking spot so he would not need to travel far to drive home. Kumajirou was at home, so he did not have to carry his pet around all day (his shoulders always hurt after). Lastly, there was a designated seat with his name on it. That never happened at the world meeting! The nations never bothered to get him a chair to sit on. He smiled in joy and his eyes twinkled in delight at the sight of his own chair and name plate right between his brother and England's chair. When Canada had thought it could not get any better, he was finally noticed by someone!
"Is it my birthday today? If so, this is greatest day ever!" Canada cheered in his head.
A full blown smile formed on his delicate face. It was too bad for Matthew that good things don't last forever. He went to his seat and lay back, enjoying the comfy cushions.
Lost in his thoughts, he was unaware of the person who entered. He was startled when he heard a voice curse to himself. Matthew's head turned in the direction of the sound and saw America with a frustrated look on his face. Matthew eye's traveled lower to see that his clothes were stained with ketchup stains, which Canada could tell had come from his dripping burger. America cursed himself again and then looked up to see Canada looking back with a 'really Al?' look plastered on his face.
Nothing was said and both brothers stared at each other until a voice broke the silence.
"Dude...umm...if you don't mind, could you run to the janitor's closet down the hall to get some paper towels?" Alfred asked sheepishly as he gestured to his stained clothes.
Matthew looked dumbfounded, thinking about how Alfred could make a mess of himself. Yet again...he did live with him, and he knew he acted like a slob. Feeling irate, Matthew spoke with his arms crossed.
"Why do I have to go?" Canada pouted, already peeved that someone had noticed him just to ask him to do a job.
Alfred had a confused look on his face. Canada's left eyebrow rose slightly...he assumed that America had forgotten whom he was speaking to again. Canada sighed in disappointment.
"I'm Canada...Matthew...your brother." Alfred's eyes widened and he pulled his twin into a bear hug.
Canada was indignant that his clothes were being ruined by the hamburger stains.
"Dude, Mattie...sorry about that...I had a 'derp' moment," Alfred said with a smile.
Canada sighed tiredly again. Alfred loved to use slang and internet memes in his speech, which most nations found annoying and made some confused.
Matthew asked again, "Al...Why don't you get the paper towels yourself?"
Alfred was quick to interject, "I could, broski, but I thought it would be easier for someone else to do it," his arms moving animatedly to his speech.
Matthew was about to respond but his twin beat him to it.
"Besides, I'm the hero and I got to look good..." Alfred smiled and soon looked at him with puppy eyes. "Pretty please?"
Matthew hated when Al did the 'puppy look'; he was a sucker for it, and the American always used his secret weapon on him to get him to do all his crazy favours. America knew he had the advantage over his twin (whenhe remembered who he was) and had learned throughout the years that Mattie was a pushover.
"Dude, I will totally help you out next time...Scout's honour!" America placed his left hand over his heart in a pledge to keep his promise.
Matthew rolled his eyes in irritation. Matthew could have refused...but the offer was tempting. He could make Alfred do something stupid to get back at him.
"Fine..." he muttered bitterly, and his bitterness increased in intensity when Matthew saw Alfred's smile widen in gratitude-or was it arrogance?
Mattie could not tell. America laughed to himself, and the Canadian left the room to look for the closet while America was trying his best to find a replacement shirt.
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