Hetalia kink meme part 22
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part 22
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“Hey!” came America's voice from the living room. “Can you get some pretzels while you're in there?”
“Sure!” Canada grabbed a bag and added it to the tray of drinks.
He knew his lovers well. And he knew exactly how much booze it took to push them over the brink of tipsy. The point where they weren't wasted yet, they wouldn't do something mind-blowingly stupid or anything. Just enough to maybe hinder their judgment, to lower their inhibitions. Humming softly to himself, Canada added a few drops of mild aphrodisiac - a gift from France, of course - to the drinks. He picked the tray up and headed for the living room, turning the air conditioner on as he went.
“Thanks, bro.” America grabbed the bag of pretzels with one hand, and a glass of whiskey with the other. Russia helped himself to the vodka. There was quite a bit more of that, Russia requiring more alcohol to fuel his tipsiness. Canada had a single can of beer.
The nice thing about watching sporting events was that they didn't really pay attention to how much they were drinking. They cheered for their favored team, and took a sip. They booed the other team, and took a sip. They booed a commercial and took a sip.
Canada tried not to get too involved in the game, instead just keeping an eye on the drinks as they dwindled. And when he decided they had had enough - the drinks were just about gone, and his lovers were emitting occasional giggles - Canada stood. He picked the tray up, so that it would look like he was simply going for more. He set the tray down in the kitchen, then found a hiding spot where he could observe.
His lovers continued to watch the game. They didn't even seem to notice that Canada wasn't coming back. Well... even if that was what he wanted, it was still a little hurtful... Canada shook himself. Now wasn't the time.
He waited and watched. They stared at the television, occasionally munching on a pretzel. America must have grown thirsty again, reaching for where the tray of drinks used to be. He looked around, slightly confused, then shrugged and settled back on the couch.
He waited some more, time slowing to a crawl. He should have at least hidden where he could see the game, too. Oh well...
Canada shivered slightly as the air conditioner did its work. A smile stretched across his face as it also did its work on America, who finally reached for the conveniently placed red hoodie and pulled it on. Russia, happily tipsy, looked around with a dreamy smile. His eyes fell on America and he blinked. Canada knew exactly what he was seeing. It wasn't America.
“Oh...” Russia looked around, realizing he was alone with 'Canada'.
“Hmm?” America rubbed his hands together. Russia, of course, was unaffected by the chill.
“You look nice tonight.”
America blinked. “Oh. I, uh... thanks, Russia.” He looked away, blushing.
“You're very welcome, flower.”
Oh yes, Canada had taken that into consideration as well. America referred to his lovers by their names most of the time. Russia preferred endearments. Well, mainly just for Canada, but that was all that mattered.
“I didn't realize... er...” America was so cute when he was flustered!
“You're beautiful,” Russia said. It was funny, really, that Russia freely complimented Canada's appearance but not America's, all things considered. And as America stared, at a loss for words for once, Russia leaned in to kiss him.
America's eyes grew huge in shock, before fluttering closed. He wrapped his arms around Russia and kissed him back.
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But for now, they were just making out on the couch, and Canada was happy to watch.
It seemed to go on forever. Canada swallowed thickly as he continued to watch them kiss, Russia leaning them over until he was on top, legs intertwined. Endearments were murmured that he couldn't quite hear.
After some time, they finally broke apart and settled back, adjusting their clothes. They were beautifully flushed and panting as they attempted to refocus on the game.
“Hey...” America said. “So, uh... you wanna...?”
Russia giggled. “Not now. He'll be coming back soon, right?”
Canada winced at how close his plot had just come to being ruined. Thank goodness for Russia using 'he'.
“Well, yes.” America sighed, looking around. “I suppose it would be rude to start without him.”
“Yeah...”
“I'm back,” Canada announced, smiling at his lovers as he casually strolled in. “Sorry that took so long.”
“Hey, no problem, bro,” America said with an exaggerated wave of his hand. “Did you bring more drinks?”
Russia, though, was staring at Canada in horror. He looked back and forth between the brothers a few times, face reddening. His reaction would depend on how he felt about their little make out session. If he realized his love for America, he would confess, and admit how much he liked it and everybody would be happy. If he didn't like it, there was no way he would confess. He would keep the embarrassment to himself and try to pretend it didn't happen. Either way, it should at least work out for America, who looked dazed and happy.
“I'm sorry,” Canada said, “no drinks. What did I miss?” He plopped down between them to see how the game was faring.
“Nothing!” Russia said quickly. “Nothing happened.”
“Yeah, nothing at all,” America said, and Canada turned to him. America was smiling. He glanced over at Russia, then quickly looked away. He looked like a schoolboy with a crush. Canada's heart soared.
“I need to go.” Russia stood, and the brothers stared at him in dismay.
“What?” America said, sounding thoroughly disappointed.
“Why?” Canada added.
“Some... things. Things to do.” Russia strode over to grab his coat. “Before I return home. I'm sorry.”
“Russia...” Canada's happiness was quickly fading. Had Russia been that embarrassed? All he had done was “accidentally” make out with one of his boyfriends! Why was he so upset?
“Canada.” Russia hesitated, clearing his throat, not making eye contact with either of them. “I don't think this is working.”
Canada exchanged a horrified glance with America. He couldn't possibly mean... could he...? “Wh-what?”
“We should go back to dating you separately. It was better then.”
“But...”
Russia gathered his things together, gave Canada a quick kiss, and soon fled out the door with a brief goodbye, leaving the brothers staring after him in shock.
Apparently he had been that embarrassed...
“I think he just broke up with me,” America said. Canada turned to him, and saw that America looked genuinely disappointed.
So close... Canada had been so close! America was smitten, all he'd had to do was get Russia to fall. And... and hmm. Why would Russia have gotten so upset if there wasn't something there? If he didn't truly care for America, he could have just shrugged it off as a drunken mistake. They had kissed before, no big deal. But maybe he was being forced to admit that there was more to it and that freaked him out?
Either that, or Russia just hated America even more now and not only did Canada not have an equally loving threesome, he didn't even have a threesome anymore. He was back to ménage à deux. Well, two of them, but still...
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America made a dash for the bedroom. Canada followed at a slower pace, smiling at the sight of the trail of clothes left in his wake. He picked up the discarded red hoodie that had done its job, and folded it nicely before setting it aside. He hesitated at the pants, lips pursed. Idea forming, he hunkered down and tugged the cell phone from the pants pocket. He dumped it into a kitchen drawer, then returned to his eagerly naked lover in the bedroom.
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“Sorry things didn't work out,” America said, clutching his bag. He blushed slightly, either thinking about how he wished things had worked out with Russia, or blaming himself. Like Russia, he had not admitted to the make out session.
“It's okay.” Canada gave him a light kiss.
“I'll figure something out!”
Canada blinked. “How?”
“I don't know... but it's what I do!”
“Oh.” Canada smiled, trying not to roll his eyes. “Yes, America to the rescue, right?”
He nodded. “I'll be at my usual Washington house.”
“I know.”
They kissed again, and America headed for the waiting cab. They considered airport goodbyes too sad to pursue, which saved whoever was being visited from having to give everybody a ride.
Canada limped into the kitchen, still sore after an enthusiastic night spent with an aphrodisiac-enhanced America. He peeked out the window, watching as America's things were loaded into the cab's trunk, then he and the driver settled inside, and the cab drove off. Safely alone, Canada fetched the stolen phone from its drawer and set it on the table, then pulled out his own phone. He looked through America's extensive contact list until locating some old friends of his who lived near one of his Texas homes, and gave them a call, smile growing.
He would win this thing yet.
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The 'they booed a commercial' line made me laugh. A lot. 'Cause its something my friends and I have done. lol
Oh noes!!! What's up with Russia??? I'm so sad! But his reaction... hm, curious. ;)
Go Canada!!!
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I'm especially interested to see what's going on in Russia's head, especially after the kiss with America in bed and then the sudden departure after the kiss on the couch. ... And for that matter, I'd love to see what's going on behind Canada's back with Commonwealth gossip, if that happens to be within the scope of this story. I wonder if England feels the same way? (That would be especially awkward; maybe Canada should hope for his invisibility to keep England from noticing his love life? LOL)
Although I have to be honest: some of the stuff in this chapter made me kind of cringe. It was well-written and entertaining, but to see Canada's mildly devious plan turn into drugging his partners so that they would do something that they wouldn't normally consent to? That really squicked me; what saved from having to abandon the story was that Canada would have stopped them before it got too far. Of course, any kind of sex between the three while two are drugged is still kind of ... Ew.
Sorry if that sounds harsh; it's more of a reaction to the plot than you or the writing. If characters were always likeable or moral, stories would be pretty damn boring. I'm not suggesting you change it, but I'd be interested to see if there will be any consequence to this kind of thing later in the story. Hm. I wonder if Canada will ever think back to that and cringe himself, or if either of the others will find out about that? I'm sure that they'll at least find out about his general plan to get them more "together" eventually. I hope Canada's next plan is more successful and less ... potentially relationship-damaging. Or maybe he'll get some good advice from someone else, eventually. You can tell I'm looking forward to seeing where you're going with this, Author!Anon. Much love for any story that makes me feel so ambivalent about its characters; that's a good sign. <3
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I want to know things in russia's head
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update!
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