Hetalia kink meme part 22

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And the way to go about that was obvious. Scary movies, of course. Canada was certain that everybody who had slept with America since the invention of the motion picture had used that method to get into his pants. Probably even before then, using scary stories in place of film. If all went well - and he didn't see how it couldn't - America would spend the night plastered against Russia. And hopefully some protective instincts would kick in, and Russia would hold and comfort America.

So that night, Canada turned off the living room lights and popped in the scariest movie he owned. He snuggled between his lovers on the couch, bowl of popcorn at hand.

It was so pleasant, part of him just wanted to remain right there and finish the movie. But he could watch a movie in their embrace any time, he had a job to do.

America was quickly cowering in Canada's arms, refusing to avert his eyes from the terror on the screen. Definitely pleasant, but duty called.

Halfway through the movie, Canada set the rest of his plan into motion and jumped to his feet with a startled gasp. America gave a squeal of terror. “Oh no!” Canada said with a groan. “I forgot!”

“What?” America whimpered.

“Something my boss and I discussed this morning.” They did not pry into each other's business, so that saved him from having to think up an actual reason for leaving. “Oh shoot, I need to go. I'll be back tomorrow, though.”

“Tomorrow?” Russia frowned.

“I'm sorry!” Canada leaned over to kiss Russia, slipping his tongue briefly into the tall nation's sweet mouth. Then he moved over to his quivering brother. “I'll make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay...” America said, and shared a tender kiss with Canada.

Canada smiled as he grabbed his coat and briefcase and headed for the door. Was that perfect, or what? Now America had no choice but to spend the remainder of the movie in Russia's arms. Even if they watched no more, that would be good enough, but America would insist on finishing it. He would never turn a movie off just because he was terrified.

And then that night in bed... Canada's smile grew as he pictured it, running the scenario through his head as he walked out to the car.

“Russia, please hold me,” America begged.

“I thought you were a hero,” Russia said, disapproving.

“Of course I am, I just... need to keep you safe.”

Russia saw right through that, of course, but he humored him. “I see. Well, if it will shut you up so I can get some sleep, come here.”

America scooted closer to Russia, who wrapped his arms around him. America nuzzled close, feeling secure in those strong arms.

And as Russia held him, he was overwhelmed by protective feelings. “Nothing can hurt you,” Russia said. “I won't let them.”

“I know,” America said, all thoughts of scary movies fleeing his mind.

“That might be going a bit too far...” Canada said to himself as he drove down the moonlit road. “Hopefully something like that, though.” He wasn't entirely sure where he planned to stay for the night. A hotel, he supposed. So he found a nice hotel and got himself a room for the night, smiling at fond memories as he made himself at home. It had been in a similar hotel room that the three of them had consummated their new three-way relationship, a few years earlier. They hadn't gotten much sleep that night, that was for sure. And they had to pay a little extra for damages.

Of course, now that Canada thought about it, it had been more of a two-person gangbang on him than a true threesome. But he would change that. The Cold War was over, and he had had enough of that bullshit, seriously. They were a threesome, and it was time they started acting like a threesome.