Hetalia kink meme part 21
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hetalia kink meme
part 21
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They are not sure who suggested it first. No one really wondered, but in reality it was far too gradual to pin it on any one person. It started with calling it a day, and that lead to the beds, which, in typical Francis manner, was loaded with simply an awkward amount of pillows. That lead to the discussion of what to do with the many pillows, which someone jokingly suggested a pillow fight to blow off steam. The joke circulated the room, gaining more and more momentum until they were dashing into their rooms and returning with said pillows.
Pink pillows and blue pillows. Little pillows and body pillows. Pillows, pillows, pillows. Unsurprisingly, it was America that grabbed a hold of one (Purple, maybe a metre long) and with all the passion and ferocity of his usual energy levels, reams it into England’s face.
“You git!”, England hollered back after he dislodges the fluffy mass from his mouth and turned it into his own weapon against the little brat. America’s laughter ringed throughout the room, breaking the tension that was left. All shame in the upcoming actions were pushed aside or completely lost.
“Whack, whack, whack”, France yelled as he smacked England. Well, the ball of screams and laughter that was England and America trying to smother each other to death on the floor. Gaining the upper hand, America jumped up and teamed up with France to whale on England. Just like old times, America thought happily.
“Bloody Hell, would you two- Gah, this is simply Unfai-” A good blow to his face by France silenced that sentence. America laughed hard. His entire family was here.
Wait. No it wasn’t. Pausing his mad onslaught he scanned the room for the missing family member. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Canada. He didn’t even break the glare as France screamed and England laughter madly.
“REVENGE!”
“Non, mon ami! Non!”
The room was completely silent to America. He was deaf to all the sounds of pain and pleasure around him. The only things he could notice was Canada’s soft laughter and Russia wide grin as they smashed pillows into each other’s faces. Affectionately. Far too affectionately. Disgusting.
With a mighty war cry that drowned out all other sound in the room, America charged. For democracy! For Canada!
Using someone’s face as a launching pad (he couldn’t be bothered by noting whose) America took the aerial advantage. Just in time too, cause they two nations were getting way too close.
“Argulagarawr”, only America could make that sound downright scary. With a loud thud America crashed into Russia’s large body, toppling Russia over and taking the two lovers vile monster and his poor baby brother by surprise.
Canada thought America said arugula and was confused and slightly proud of his brother for trying to eat healthier. No such luck. His brother and Russia started having a yelling fight and violently beat each other with pillows. Well, as violent at it gets. Russia was bring his down on America head (Canada was fairly sure he was pretending it was his faucet) and America seemed to trying to stab Russia. With a pillow. God, America couldn’t just let Canada do what he wanted, could he? The fucker.
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Across the room England’s and France’s mad giggles were intertwining and dominating as they slapped each other with pillows. They were briefly interrupted when they stumbled over Germany and Italy who, apparently having lost all shame, decided it was the perfect time for a steamy make out session. Well, judging by the way Germany was pinning Italy, it was probably solely his idea.
England and France didn’t dwell on it, regaining their stances and banging Pillows together as though they were swords.
China hit Japan on the head once and decided that the cold stare meant to not to it again. He hit Japan on the head again.
Gasping for breath America decided to take a small break on the floor. Russia and Canada had gone back to softly hitting each other with pillows. Russia even stole a small kiss from his brother. America tried to growl but it turned into a groan. Oh, the dirty Commie may have won this battle, but America would be back.
Gasping, he tried to stand but the sharp pain where Russia’s (oddly hard) pillow had collided with his stomach (many times) stopped him. Instead, America decided this was a good time to take a nap.
He let out an unhappy sound as Russia and Canada quietly slipped out of the room together. That didn’t spoil his nap time though. He was out shortly after that.
America wasn’t sure how long after that he woke up, but when he did, the room had settled down. A few naked bodies were in random areas and the entire room was covered in stuffing and feathers. America closed his eyes and rested his head back.
There was a nudge and vaguely America hoped it was Canada, talking about how he managed to gain Russia’s trust and destroy him from the inside. But, alas, when he opened his eyes it was his boss.
“so, uh… Was progress made?”, Obama asked, almost sarcastically as he looked around the room.
“Mmmmhmmmm”, America hummed happily from the floor. There was a silence and he was almost hopeful that Obama wasn’t going to give him shit about this.
“Where are your pants?”, his boss asked and America snapped his head up to look down onto his bare body.
“What...France”, he grumbled, plopping his head back down. The sound of a closing door meant that he wouldn’t have to deal with his surely frustrated boss at the moment. America contemplated going to Canada’s room, just to check in on him, but shuddered at the memory of that last time he tried to make sure that Russia and Canada were playing nice and child-friendly behind closed doors.
He turned and coughed up a feather. It was a good night, all in all.
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I also loved when Obama asked where America's pants were and his answer was "France". XD
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This is pure beauty. Pure art. I was having rainbow and unicorn and PILLOW of hapiness in my mind all the time of this AMAZING pillow fight.
Magic just happen.
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