Hetalia kink meme part 21
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hetalia kink meme
part 21
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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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