In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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"I know, I know!" South Korea shouts from atop the conference table, "Let's play hide and seek!"
"Isn't that a children's game?" England asks, in an accent that could be used to slice cheese. France leers at him from across the table.
"Don't play innocent, Arthur, we all know how much you love children!"
"Hah! Not nearly as much as I love my fingers on your throat, wine bastard!" England snaps, face an interesting shade of red, approximately two seconds before he vaults over the table and punches France in the nose.
Canada winces.
China, meanwhile, is slowly but surely inching away from South Korea, who has not left the table, but has now started winking and grinning at him in a way that would make France proud if he weren't currently fending off a livid England. China takes one last, desperate look at his brother before shouting, "What a great idea, aru! Yun Soo is seeker!"
Hong Kong stares blankly as China flees the room, leaving South Korea to pout.
"You heard the man!" America says jovially, elbowing his way between France and England, and grabbing England's hand, "Come on, Artie, I've got the perfect hiding place."
He winks at Canada, who blushes furiously.
And so it begins.
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"This is not the proper way to play hide and seek!" England hisses just above a whisper, eyes firmly fixed on America's snow-white smile grinning at him through the half-light of the closet.
"Shh!" America hisses back, "Don't want us getting caught, do you?"
England opens his mouth to tell the younger nation that's exactly what they deserve, but cuts himself off on a moan as America slips the last of his shirt buttons from its hole, and latches his mouth onto England's right nipple.
"Ah!"
His throat works furiously to form words, and his neck is blushing, but America merely hums around that nub of flesh, fingers teasing down the side of England's abdomen. His eyes flutter closed, and he gives up entirely on trying to tell America off, instead latching onto America's hair with one hand as the other comes up to cover his mouth.
America moans, and sighs, saliva dripping down England's chest.
"D-don't you dare stop, b-brat," England whispers furiously, twisting his fingers harder into America's scalp, but at the sound of his words, America pulls away.
"Have to hurry," he says cheekily, "Could be caught at any moment, y'know?"
"Like anyone's really following your stupid game!"
America snickers, and pushes his spectacles up his nose as he winks at England. "Never know," he taunts, seconds before he's unzipping England's trousers and pushing them and his pants down around his thighs.
England blushes at the sight of himself straining so shamelessly toward America's lips, and looks away hastily. "Well, get on with it then."
"And you call me impatient? Jeez!"
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"Oh, oh Christ," he murmurs, petting America's hair, and panting roughly at the overwhelming sensation.
America hums in reply, pumping himself on England's prick, letting the older nation fuck his mouth. England sweats, and thrusts his hips, no longer caring about his shirt hanging open or the fact that they are supposed to be working. America licks and sucks happily, every so often letting a sharp canine just brush at England's skin, driving him up the wall.
"Come on, ah," England moans, throwing his head back, pressing his cheek against the cool wood of the door. America laughs around his prick, and reaches down with one hand to cup England's sac, rolling and teasing the sensitive flesh.
"Fuck, I'm, I'm~"
England cuts himself off with a sharp cry, and then he's coming down America's throat, watching through a haze of pleasure as America swallows, semen leaking out of his mouth and down his chin.
His now flaccid prick slips from America's mouth, and the young nation laughs roughly, bringing a hand up to wipe himself clean, licking at his fingers in a way that makes England ache despite the fact that he's just come.
America rises to his feet, and presses himself into England's body, grinding his own erection into England's thigh, and taking England's mouth as his own, kissing and sucking at England's tongue.
"L-little help here?" America asks, his voice cracking along the vowels.
"I should leave," England snorts.
But even as he's speaking he's reaching down to cup America's prick through his trousers, and then he's shoving his hands in and stroking roughly, making America moan.
America continues to plunder his mouth and England works his erection, and it doesn't take long before America is thrusting furiously into his hand, pre-come slicking England's fingers.
America nearly screams in frustration when England pushes him away, but England merely rolls his eyes derisively, "Coming in your pants would be a bit hard to hide, idiot," and then he's taking the head of America's prick into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Arthur!" America screams, and then he's spilling into England's mouth.
He chokes on the rush of fluid and does his best to swallow it all down, not sure whether it's good or bad that he's never been as proficient at this particular task as his younger counterpart is.
America's eyes and teeth are both shining at him when he pulls himself to his feet, and then they're kissing again, warm and languid and sexually sated.
His tongue brushes along America's perfect teeth, and the boy hums nicely into his mouth.
England's about to suggest that they take a leave of absence from the rest of the meeting and retire to the bedroom to finish this damn thing off when the wall, or rather door, behind them falls away unexpectedly.
Both of them go spilling out into the hallway, and England as a moment of utter mortification when South Korea's face comes swimming into view above him.
"Found you both! Man, you guys are loud!"
"W-why," England stutters, his voice rising in volume, "Why you obnoxious brat! Just wait until I get my -"
But South Korea is already skipping back down the hall, clearly intent on finishing his stupid game, and America is still sprawled out on the floor, laughing at him.
"Might wanna pull your pants up first," he points out helpfully, between snickers.
England flushes.
America continues to snicker, and tucks himself back into his pants before buttoning up his trousers. England mutters furiously under his breath, "Never in my whole life. Impossible, the lot of you," but proceeds to do the same.
"Well, we were caught! Time to get back!" America says, and skips in much the same manner as South Korea towards the main conference room.
England spends several minutes waiting for the mortification to fade before following him.
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*
Back in the conference room, things are about as good as they were half an hour ago. The only noticeable differences include several missing items of clothing, and the overall smug glow several nations are carrying.
Germany's collar button is suspiciously absent, and North Italy keeps scratching at his scalp as though his hair has been pulled on repeatedly, though the smile on his face never leaves.
"Do you have any pasta, Lovi? I'm hungry~!"
His brother, however, is too busy scowling furiously with his arms crossed over his chest at Spain, who is eating a tomato in possibly the most obscene way ever invented.
Hungary is snuggled up companionably next to her husband, but his attention is distinctly elsewhere.
France is humming happily, and muttering something about cameras and what a wonderful New Year's present this is, and sneaking glances across the table at Austria.
China and Russia are, in fact, no where to be found.
But the crowning moment of the afternoon comes when Poland comes jumping merrily into the room wearing only a thigh-length skirt and ribbon around his neck, giggling, and calling over his shoulder, "Like, come on, Liet. We're already like totally late!"
No one asks where they might have been hiding, because really, no one wants to know.
[ I'm so sorry for the crappiness and lack of lulz, but I did my best? Didn't get all the stuff you wanted in, and other anons are ttly welcome to fill this again.
Eh, whatever, hopefully someone gets a kick out of this. :D ]
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SO GOOOOOOOOOOOD. ♥ America, how did you get so good at giving head? XD
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