Christen - Part One
anonymous
July 13 2009, 19:14:41 UTC
... I can't seem to stop perking in interest whenever I see Spain being requested. Oh, Spain. What are you doing to me? Apologies ahead of time for OOCness, new at Hetalia and don't know Prussia very well.
"I think we should christen it." Spain enthusiastically declared as he 'toured' the small treehouse, which was suitable for little boys, but a bit of a tight fit with three grown nations inside. The bed, the chairs and the table occupied most of the space available. Spain had wondered with the other two had insisted on such a large bed when a cot would have sufficed, but he wasn’t one to nitpick.
After all, it was theirs, and Spain was determined that they should celebrate.
"Christen it?" Prussia exchanged glances with France. France's sudden wide smile signaled he was thinking along the same lines as Prussia.
"Spain, mon cher, we are in agreement." France took a step forward. Spain was caught off guard as his brother's arms hooked around his waist and pulled him back into France's solid frame. Confused, he lifted his head with a quizzical smile up at the blond. "Si? Y entonces? Que hacemos? We get a wine bottle and smash it against the tree?"
France could hear Prussia moving around, out of sight, aware the other nation was pulling up the rope ladder to avoid unwanted visitors. (Russia kept trying to get into their treehouse, damn it, but he was too heavy to climb the tree without a ladder, green branches snapping under his weight.) He kept one arm circling Spain's hips and used the free hand to hold the brunette's chin and thumb his lower lip. A flicker of something other than confusion passed through Spain's face. "No. Something a little more special than that." He angled their faces correctly, awkward and hot as hell to kiss someone from behind. France swept his tongue past the soft lips, hand instinctively sliding up Spain's shirt, rubbing his stomach and then reaching to roll a nipple. Spain wasn't struggling, but he was tense.
Spain cried into France’s mouth when Prussia introduced himself the fray, lowering his head to take the other nipple into his mouth and sucking hard enough to mark the skin. Then he did jerk, trying to push Prussia and France away simultaneously, lungs on fire from lack of oxygen. “Wait, paren, paren! Here? You want to do that here?”
France’s breath was rough, gripping Spain‘s elbows back to keep him still. “Here.” “Now.” Prussia grinned sharply, a smile that might have sent other Nations scurrying for cover. He held a length of rope. Spain’s eyes widened. “Uhm…” He said hesitantly. “Uhm.” He said again when the rope got passed to France and quicker than Spain could blink, felt the material sliding around his wrists, tightening. He felt a shiver of premonition of what was going to happen to him. “I don’t think I like this.”
Prussia nipped his earlobe, hands on Spain‘s bare hips, sandwiched between the two males. “You will.”
Apologies ahead of time for OOCness, new at Hetalia and don't know Prussia very well.
"I think we should christen it." Spain enthusiastically declared as he 'toured' the small treehouse, which was suitable for little boys, but a bit of a tight fit with three grown nations inside. The bed, the chairs and the table occupied most of the space available. Spain had wondered with the other two had insisted on such a large bed when a cot would have sufficed, but he wasn’t one to nitpick.
After all, it was theirs, and Spain was determined that they should celebrate.
"Christen it?" Prussia exchanged glances with France. France's sudden wide smile signaled he was thinking along the same lines as Prussia.
"Spain, mon cher, we are in agreement." France took a step forward. Spain was caught off guard as his brother's arms hooked around his waist and pulled him back into France's solid frame. Confused, he lifted his head with a quizzical smile up at the blond. "Si? Y entonces? Que hacemos? We get a wine bottle and smash it against the tree?"
France could hear Prussia moving around, out of sight, aware the other nation was pulling up the rope ladder to avoid unwanted visitors. (Russia kept trying to get into their treehouse, damn it, but he was too heavy to climb the tree without a ladder, green branches snapping under his weight.) He kept one arm circling Spain's hips and used the free hand to hold the brunette's chin and thumb his lower lip. A flicker of something other than confusion passed through Spain's face.
"No. Something a little more special than that." He angled their faces correctly, awkward and hot as hell to kiss someone from behind. France swept his tongue past the soft lips, hand instinctively sliding up Spain's shirt, rubbing his stomach and then reaching to roll a nipple. Spain wasn't struggling, but he was tense.
Spain cried into France’s mouth when Prussia introduced himself the fray, lowering his head to take the other nipple into his mouth and sucking hard enough to mark the skin. Then he did jerk, trying to push Prussia and France away simultaneously, lungs on fire from lack of oxygen. “Wait, paren, paren! Here? You want to do that here?”
France’s breath was rough, gripping Spain‘s elbows back to keep him still. “Here.”
“Now.” Prussia grinned sharply, a smile that might have sent other Nations scurrying for cover. He held a length of rope. Spain’s eyes widened.
“Uhm…” He said hesitantly.
“Uhm.” He said again when the rope got passed to France and quicker than Spain could blink, felt the material sliding around his wrists, tightening. He felt a shiver of premonition of what was going to happen to him. “I don’t think I like this.”
Prussia nipped his earlobe, hands on Spain‘s bare hips, sandwiched between the two males. “You will.”
tbc!
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Ohohohohohoho~~~~~~~~~~~
There can never be enough of this three and their shenanigans. 8DDDDDDDD Ah~ Don't stop!! So far Prussia's already IC, so keep it up. ^^
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THIS.
YES.
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F5ING TILL THE KEY BREAKS.
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CONTINUE.
ANON LOVES IT! X3
Keep it uuup!
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