Entry 4: Boring, right?
Title: "Boring, right?"
Entry Number: 4
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: America/England, Prussia, Spain and France.
Rating: M for sexual situations
Genre: Romance. Comedy.
Word Count: 2771
Summary: The Bad Friends Trio is famous for spying on the bedroom activities of the other nations. What happens when they spy on America and England?
General Warning: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories will deal with them as nations, others as merely individuals.
A/N: The kink meme is always good for minds with writer's block. xD
"Have you ever had a room next to those two?" They are always getting it on!" Prussia laughed, when France came to him with the proposal. "Of course! I'll get the equipment, you bring your stuff!"
He hung up on France and immediately headed to his awesome AV closet. He pulled it open and selected the best spy cameras he had on hand. This was a delicate covert operation. The chosen targets had to be unknowing. He asked everything away into a black duffel. He grinned as he flipped through his DVDs, specially chosen labels that wouldn't betray their contents except for those that were in on the game. They were full of what France would call "bedroom secrets" except in that frilly French language that Prussia's awesome tongue refused to pronounce properly. This operation made the prospect of the upcoming meeting a lot more fun.
He arrived a little early, meeting France in the front lobby. They headed for the front desk of the hotel, France there to intercept the young woman working the desk. He flattered the girl so much that she didn't even notice Prussia at the computer down the desk getting an extra key to the targets' intended room. He waved the key at France as a signal to wrap it up. France joined him, but only after setting up a date. It wasn't long before they made it to the elevator and up towards the room.
"Nice..." Prussia said as they walked into the room, "How come my rooms are never this good?"
"Probably because you have no one you want to spoil. He is so predictable." France hummed, penning Prussia's duffel and beginning to place the cameras at strategic angles.
"I guess if I had someone as good looking as the kid, I would spend the extra to spoil him... or her."
"I would spoil our dear British nation if he would let me."
"This might be as close as you are going to get in this day and age. You're so un-awesome sometimes."
"Well, I plan on enjoying the show my friend. I also look forward to seeing what kind of man little America grew up into." France grinned. Prussia got to work alongside him, trying to find places where there would be no hiding. After they finished they headed back downstairs to check into their own rooms. Together they headed to Prussia's room to get the computer ready and make sure all the cameras were online. Everything was working perfectly. When everything was said and done they headed down, after all, the real show would begin only after the meeting had finished.
The entire meeting Prussia couldn't help but watch the couple, wondering what their bedroom habits would reveal. Sometimes they were almost disgustingly cute together, pulling out chairs, America sharing his snacks, England had even brought him some chocolate! There had to be something under all that fluff! After all, it was always the sweet ones that were the most kinky. There were so many rumors going around that their tastes ranged from bonding to hard-core BDSM. The sex had to be interesting if they had stayed together for so long.
He watched the clock tick down until showtime. As soon as everyone began gathering up their materials for the day, France and Prussia made their way over to Spain. The other man smiled at them.
"A bird is flying tonight." France stated mischievously, and Spain gave them a delighted smile. They agreed to meet up after dinner.
Prussia decided to spring for room service. They had lost track of their targets when they were arranging the rendezvous and he didn't want to miss the opening ceremonies. It also gave him the time to make sure the mini-bar was well-stocked. An operation like this one was always better with some good booze. His friends arrived with news that they had just seen America and England in the elevator. It wouldn't be long now.
"What do you think they'll do?" Prussia asked, "If my awesome ears heard correctly they were saying something about not having seen each other for a while."
"Well, Inglaterra always did have a thing for tying people up. Do you think he asks America to tie him up?"
"Or he ties America up." France chuckled. Spain looked thoughtful about the comment. Prussia stared at him in disbelief. France turned to him, "Don't look so skeptical, I have known England longer than you."
"And I sat with the kid the entire time he was going through his awkward phase that turned into the American Revolution! He has serious issues where it comes to England controlling him." Prussia protested. He didn't care that the two had officially been together for decades, the kid had a stubborn streak the size of his country.
"It has been over 200 years." Spain mused.
"Maybe that adds some excitement." France shrugged.
"Well, it looks like we will see soon enough." Spain said, flopping down on Prussia's bed and pointing at the monitor. The other two joined him and watched as America and England entered the room, still discussing the meeting.
"Dude, let's just forget about it for now." America said, catching the other man around the waist as he loosened his tie. England twisted out of his grip before America could plant a kiss on the back of his head. He headed towards the bathroom and America sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you suggesting a distraction?" England said, over the sound of running water. America grinned and tossed his dress jacket over the back of a nearby chair. He kicked off his shoes.
"Maybe I am?" He leaned back on his hands on the bed. He directed a winning smile in England's direction. England reappeared a moment later, dress shirt unbuttoned and his bangs a little wet. He must have washed his face which explained the running water. He reached down to slowly pull off his shoes and made a face as though he were considering America's offer. America leaned back a little further, his posture open and tempting. Prussia could have jumped the American, and he still saw him as a whiny brat that needed some discipline.
Once his shoes were off, England made his way towards America and climbed up onto the edge of the bed, straddling his legs. America rested his hands on England's hips. "Then I would say that is the best idea you have had all day, Love."
They moved in sync, coming together for a soft kiss. It started off sweet and warm, and deepened as a flush began creeping up their necks. England tangled a hand in America's tie as his other hand went for the buttons of his shirt. America's hands slid over England's shoulders.
"Hmmm... Angleterre must be working out again." France commented as the man's arms were revealed.
"Shhh! They're saying something!" Prussia hissed, straining his ears to hear it. The two men on camera had paused, foreheads pressed together and whispering something that the microphones weren't picking up. Whatever was said ended with America shrugging out of his own dress shirt, tie still around his neck. They came back together for another kiss, and America pulled the other man down on top of him. The trio leaned forward sure it was about to get good, as England slid his hands under America's shirt and pulled it off.
"How does he eat like he does and still look like that!?"
"Shhh!" The two lovers were saying something as England sat up and looked down at the sprawling American.
England smiled warmly at America, "Do you know how beautiful you are, Love?"
America teasingly brushed his fingertips over the front of England's pants. "I get the feeling you are about to show me, huh?"
England closed his yes and shivered slightly at the touch. "Maybe if you're good."
They began to work their way out of the rest of their clothes. "I'm always good, I'm the hero aren't I?"
"You're going to be my hero." England said, kissing America on the forehead.
"Seriously?" Prussia muttered at the cheesy line, as the onscreen couple wriggled down to their underwear. The other shushed him as England climbed off the bed, heading for his suitcase. His body blocked the cameras so they couldn't see what he was going after. While he waited, America pulled the blankets down and climbed inside them. The trio watching cycled through the cameras on the monitor trying to see if they could determine what England was bringing back to the bed with him.
They couldn't get a good look and whatever it was soon disappeared beneath the sheets as England climbed in beside the American. Both men disappeared beneath the sheets, and the spies were left with nothing but a view of shifting sheets and pleased sounds. They continued to watch for a while longer, hoping that they would reappear. Prussia glanced at his two companions, they both still looked interested, although a bit disappointed. Prussia hit mute, drowning at yet another 'I love you'. France swatted him for the remote to turn the sound back on. Spain began to climb off the bed.
France sighed and gave up on his quest for the remot. Prussia decided to entirely switch off the monitor, but to keep the recording going. That way he'd be able to fast forward to when they finally got to the good stuff.
"That better not be it!" Prussia griped. Spain glanced at him as he began gathering his things.
"Who knew Inglaterra had such a soft side." Spain said, "And America isn't as ungentle a kid as I thought."
"Yes, I wonder if Angleterre would share him?" France and Spain laughed. France began to go for his briefcase.
"You two are leaving?" Prussia asked.
"I have my own love to find." France replied, winking at the Prussian.
"Little Italy and Romano invited me to a movie." Spain stated.
"More like little Italy... wait! Is my brother going too?!"
Spain shrugged.
"Hold up! I'm coming!" Prussia said, grabbing for his own jacket. The former pursuit completely forgotten with the prospect of teasing his baby brother about his "friend". The three exited the room, the covert mission only remembered when Prussia saw the light blinking on the recorder. He compressed it all onto a DVD and began fast forwarding, hoping to at least get a view of some handcuffs. Nada. Zip. Boring! He might as well give it to them!
Wait! That idea would create some excitement. He grinned at his new plan. With dreams of chaos in his head he went to bed. In the morning, he stuffed the DVD into his bag and headed off to the meeting.
The room was already populated when he got there. However, the nations he was most wanting to see weren't there yet. Everyone was getting around to their seats when they arrived. The two were smiling at each other, tea and coffee in respective hands. He made a beeline for them, sidling in between. America looked surprised and England looked annoyed.
"How are my two favorite people? Tired out much?" He snickered.
England immediately ducked out from under his arm, "Unhand me, Prussia. And we are just fine."
"Yeah, I guess you guys had a pretty quiet night. Forget the toys did you?"
America looked confused, but England's face turned bright red, "I beg your pardon?"
Prussia grinned and sauntered away, pulling the DVD from his bag and waving it around. England's reaction was almost instantaneous, the DVDs produced by Prussia, France and Spain had been famous since video had been invented. They had been pretty prominent writers of the behaviors of certain nations before that. He dodged the first grab for the disc, but hadn't been anticipating a chair running into his legs. That had not been in his path a second ago!
Chair and Prussia toppled while the DVD went flying. It landed in front of Germany who grabbed it immediately. Prussia looked up at him from the floor, "You don't want to waste your time with that one West! It's boring!"
"Wait. What's boring?" America asked as he helped the occupant of the chair up. The person looked oddly like America.
"Your sex tape apparenlty." The other America said as he stood up, dusting himself off. Prussia wracked his brain for the guys name... pancakes... maple syrup... Ca-something... Canada! America turned bright red as the mention of a sex tape sent rumors flying around the room.
Germany tried to restore some order, but the group was lost for the moment. In the chaos, England acquired the DVD. There was a call for a recess until noon. Prussia tried to escape before his brother coudl lecture him, but to no avail. This was going to be a long four hours.
~*~
"So... those guys have been spying on people doing... stuff? Wait! How do you know about this? Do you watch them?" America asked as they walked back to their hotel room, too embarrassed to face any of the others.
England's ears reddenned, "They have been doing variations on the activity for a very long time..." England clutched the DVD to his chest, praying ti was the only copy. He caught sight of America's face, "I don't watch them anymore!"
America shook his head as they got to the room. "Let's just get the cameras out of here, okay?" They began the sweep and found quite a few. "Dang, they were really thorough."
"I doubt they do little else with as much passion." England mentioned. They kept looking and they breathed a sigh of relief that they had checked everywhere a camera could possibly be hidden. They sat down together on the bed, trying to relax before needing to face everyone again. The DVD sat innocently on the end of the bed. England tried to focus on something else. Anything to keep him from the absurdity of what he wanted to suggest.
"Do you think we should watch it?" America asked suddenly, vocalizing what England had been thinking about since they had found the last of the cameras. "I mean, to make sure it's not too embarrassing."
England nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. We wouldn't want to be kept in the dark." He climbed over to the end of the bed and reached to place the DVD in the player. The simple beginning didn't surprise England, the other films (that he did not watch!) generally began that way as well.
The shot they had gotten of America while he had been in the bathroom took his breath away. He could still remember the way his heart had skipped a beat. America had been so open and war, he hadn't been able to resist the urge to touch him...
He licked his lips, remembering the way America had tasted when their lips met. It had been wonderful and warm and he could still remember the way his stomach had been filled with butterflies. The warmth of America's hands on his hips. The feeling of his skin beneath his fingertips. The feeling of tangling up with him beneath the blankets.
He blushed as the scene cut to him getting the lube. From the angle of the cameras it wasn't possible to tell how he had taken the cap off beneath the blankets and taken America in hand. He could still feel the warmth of America's roughs hands as he touched him in return.
His past self moaned endearments that made him blush. He was suddenly keenly aware of America beside him and leaned against him. His body was incredibly warm and it brought back fond memories of the hidden touches on screen.
Suddenly, the image paused. America's finger still hovered over the button of the remote as he took a deep breath. England opened his mouth to ask but before he could get any words out, America had shifted and was now straddling his hips. England looked up at him. America smiled at him, "I think we could use a reenactment."
England smiled in return and hooked his arms around the American's neck, "That might be an even better idea than last night's. You're on a roll, Love."
"Does that mean you're going to endorse that one I presented yesterday?"
England rolled his eyes and silenced him with a kiss.
Entry Number: 4
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: America/England, Prussia, Spain and France.
Rating: M for sexual situations
Genre: Romance. Comedy.
Word Count: 2771
Summary: The Bad Friends Trio is famous for spying on the bedroom activities of the other nations. What happens when they spy on America and England?
General Warning: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories will deal with them as nations, others as merely individuals.
A/N: The kink meme is always good for minds with writer's block. xD
"Have you ever had a room next to those two?" They are always getting it on!" Prussia laughed, when France came to him with the proposal. "Of course! I'll get the equipment, you bring your stuff!"
He hung up on France and immediately headed to his awesome AV closet. He pulled it open and selected the best spy cameras he had on hand. This was a delicate covert operation. The chosen targets had to be unknowing. He asked everything away into a black duffel. He grinned as he flipped through his DVDs, specially chosen labels that wouldn't betray their contents except for those that were in on the game. They were full of what France would call "bedroom secrets" except in that frilly French language that Prussia's awesome tongue refused to pronounce properly. This operation made the prospect of the upcoming meeting a lot more fun.
He arrived a little early, meeting France in the front lobby. They headed for the front desk of the hotel, France there to intercept the young woman working the desk. He flattered the girl so much that she didn't even notice Prussia at the computer down the desk getting an extra key to the targets' intended room. He waved the key at France as a signal to wrap it up. France joined him, but only after setting up a date. It wasn't long before they made it to the elevator and up towards the room.
"Nice..." Prussia said as they walked into the room, "How come my rooms are never this good?"
"Probably because you have no one you want to spoil. He is so predictable." France hummed, penning Prussia's duffel and beginning to place the cameras at strategic angles.
"I guess if I had someone as good looking as the kid, I would spend the extra to spoil him... or her."
"I would spoil our dear British nation if he would let me."
"This might be as close as you are going to get in this day and age. You're so un-awesome sometimes."
"Well, I plan on enjoying the show my friend. I also look forward to seeing what kind of man little America grew up into." France grinned. Prussia got to work alongside him, trying to find places where there would be no hiding. After they finished they headed back downstairs to check into their own rooms. Together they headed to Prussia's room to get the computer ready and make sure all the cameras were online. Everything was working perfectly. When everything was said and done they headed down, after all, the real show would begin only after the meeting had finished.
The entire meeting Prussia couldn't help but watch the couple, wondering what their bedroom habits would reveal. Sometimes they were almost disgustingly cute together, pulling out chairs, America sharing his snacks, England had even brought him some chocolate! There had to be something under all that fluff! After all, it was always the sweet ones that were the most kinky. There were so many rumors going around that their tastes ranged from bonding to hard-core BDSM. The sex had to be interesting if they had stayed together for so long.
He watched the clock tick down until showtime. As soon as everyone began gathering up their materials for the day, France and Prussia made their way over to Spain. The other man smiled at them.
"A bird is flying tonight." France stated mischievously, and Spain gave them a delighted smile. They agreed to meet up after dinner.
Prussia decided to spring for room service. They had lost track of their targets when they were arranging the rendezvous and he didn't want to miss the opening ceremonies. It also gave him the time to make sure the mini-bar was well-stocked. An operation like this one was always better with some good booze. His friends arrived with news that they had just seen America and England in the elevator. It wouldn't be long now.
"What do you think they'll do?" Prussia asked, "If my awesome ears heard correctly they were saying something about not having seen each other for a while."
"Well, Inglaterra always did have a thing for tying people up. Do you think he asks America to tie him up?"
"Or he ties America up." France chuckled. Spain looked thoughtful about the comment. Prussia stared at him in disbelief. France turned to him, "Don't look so skeptical, I have known England longer than you."
"And I sat with the kid the entire time he was going through his awkward phase that turned into the American Revolution! He has serious issues where it comes to England controlling him." Prussia protested. He didn't care that the two had officially been together for decades, the kid had a stubborn streak the size of his country.
"It has been over 200 years." Spain mused.
"Maybe that adds some excitement." France shrugged.
"Well, it looks like we will see soon enough." Spain said, flopping down on Prussia's bed and pointing at the monitor. The other two joined him and watched as America and England entered the room, still discussing the meeting.
"Dude, let's just forget about it for now." America said, catching the other man around the waist as he loosened his tie. England twisted out of his grip before America could plant a kiss on the back of his head. He headed towards the bathroom and America sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you suggesting a distraction?" England said, over the sound of running water. America grinned and tossed his dress jacket over the back of a nearby chair. He kicked off his shoes.
"Maybe I am?" He leaned back on his hands on the bed. He directed a winning smile in England's direction. England reappeared a moment later, dress shirt unbuttoned and his bangs a little wet. He must have washed his face which explained the running water. He reached down to slowly pull off his shoes and made a face as though he were considering America's offer. America leaned back a little further, his posture open and tempting. Prussia could have jumped the American, and he still saw him as a whiny brat that needed some discipline.
Once his shoes were off, England made his way towards America and climbed up onto the edge of the bed, straddling his legs. America rested his hands on England's hips. "Then I would say that is the best idea you have had all day, Love."
They moved in sync, coming together for a soft kiss. It started off sweet and warm, and deepened as a flush began creeping up their necks. England tangled a hand in America's tie as his other hand went for the buttons of his shirt. America's hands slid over England's shoulders.
"Hmmm... Angleterre must be working out again." France commented as the man's arms were revealed.
"Shhh! They're saying something!" Prussia hissed, straining his ears to hear it. The two men on camera had paused, foreheads pressed together and whispering something that the microphones weren't picking up. Whatever was said ended with America shrugging out of his own dress shirt, tie still around his neck. They came back together for another kiss, and America pulled the other man down on top of him. The trio leaned forward sure it was about to get good, as England slid his hands under America's shirt and pulled it off.
"How does he eat like he does and still look like that!?"
"Shhh!" The two lovers were saying something as England sat up and looked down at the sprawling American.
England smiled warmly at America, "Do you know how beautiful you are, Love?"
America teasingly brushed his fingertips over the front of England's pants. "I get the feeling you are about to show me, huh?"
England closed his yes and shivered slightly at the touch. "Maybe if you're good."
They began to work their way out of the rest of their clothes. "I'm always good, I'm the hero aren't I?"
"You're going to be my hero." England said, kissing America on the forehead.
"Seriously?" Prussia muttered at the cheesy line, as the onscreen couple wriggled down to their underwear. The other shushed him as England climbed off the bed, heading for his suitcase. His body blocked the cameras so they couldn't see what he was going after. While he waited, America pulled the blankets down and climbed inside them. The trio watching cycled through the cameras on the monitor trying to see if they could determine what England was bringing back to the bed with him.
They couldn't get a good look and whatever it was soon disappeared beneath the sheets as England climbed in beside the American. Both men disappeared beneath the sheets, and the spies were left with nothing but a view of shifting sheets and pleased sounds. They continued to watch for a while longer, hoping that they would reappear. Prussia glanced at his two companions, they both still looked interested, although a bit disappointed. Prussia hit mute, drowning at yet another 'I love you'. France swatted him for the remote to turn the sound back on. Spain began to climb off the bed.
France sighed and gave up on his quest for the remot. Prussia decided to entirely switch off the monitor, but to keep the recording going. That way he'd be able to fast forward to when they finally got to the good stuff.
"That better not be it!" Prussia griped. Spain glanced at him as he began gathering his things.
"Who knew Inglaterra had such a soft side." Spain said, "And America isn't as ungentle a kid as I thought."
"Yes, I wonder if Angleterre would share him?" France and Spain laughed. France began to go for his briefcase.
"You two are leaving?" Prussia asked.
"I have my own love to find." France replied, winking at the Prussian.
"Little Italy and Romano invited me to a movie." Spain stated.
"More like little Italy... wait! Is my brother going too?!"
Spain shrugged.
"Hold up! I'm coming!" Prussia said, grabbing for his own jacket. The former pursuit completely forgotten with the prospect of teasing his baby brother about his "friend". The three exited the room, the covert mission only remembered when Prussia saw the light blinking on the recorder. He compressed it all onto a DVD and began fast forwarding, hoping to at least get a view of some handcuffs. Nada. Zip. Boring! He might as well give it to them!
Wait! That idea would create some excitement. He grinned at his new plan. With dreams of chaos in his head he went to bed. In the morning, he stuffed the DVD into his bag and headed off to the meeting.
The room was already populated when he got there. However, the nations he was most wanting to see weren't there yet. Everyone was getting around to their seats when they arrived. The two were smiling at each other, tea and coffee in respective hands. He made a beeline for them, sidling in between. America looked surprised and England looked annoyed.
"How are my two favorite people? Tired out much?" He snickered.
England immediately ducked out from under his arm, "Unhand me, Prussia. And we are just fine."
"Yeah, I guess you guys had a pretty quiet night. Forget the toys did you?"
America looked confused, but England's face turned bright red, "I beg your pardon?"
Prussia grinned and sauntered away, pulling the DVD from his bag and waving it around. England's reaction was almost instantaneous, the DVDs produced by Prussia, France and Spain had been famous since video had been invented. They had been pretty prominent writers of the behaviors of certain nations before that. He dodged the first grab for the disc, but hadn't been anticipating a chair running into his legs. That had not been in his path a second ago!
Chair and Prussia toppled while the DVD went flying. It landed in front of Germany who grabbed it immediately. Prussia looked up at him from the floor, "You don't want to waste your time with that one West! It's boring!"
"Wait. What's boring?" America asked as he helped the occupant of the chair up. The person looked oddly like America.
"Your sex tape apparenlty." The other America said as he stood up, dusting himself off. Prussia wracked his brain for the guys name... pancakes... maple syrup... Ca-something... Canada! America turned bright red as the mention of a sex tape sent rumors flying around the room.
Germany tried to restore some order, but the group was lost for the moment. In the chaos, England acquired the DVD. There was a call for a recess until noon. Prussia tried to escape before his brother coudl lecture him, but to no avail. This was going to be a long four hours.
~*~
"So... those guys have been spying on people doing... stuff? Wait! How do you know about this? Do you watch them?" America asked as they walked back to their hotel room, too embarrassed to face any of the others.
England's ears reddenned, "They have been doing variations on the activity for a very long time..." England clutched the DVD to his chest, praying ti was the only copy. He caught sight of America's face, "I don't watch them anymore!"
America shook his head as they got to the room. "Let's just get the cameras out of here, okay?" They began the sweep and found quite a few. "Dang, they were really thorough."
"I doubt they do little else with as much passion." England mentioned. They kept looking and they breathed a sigh of relief that they had checked everywhere a camera could possibly be hidden. They sat down together on the bed, trying to relax before needing to face everyone again. The DVD sat innocently on the end of the bed. England tried to focus on something else. Anything to keep him from the absurdity of what he wanted to suggest.
"Do you think we should watch it?" America asked suddenly, vocalizing what England had been thinking about since they had found the last of the cameras. "I mean, to make sure it's not too embarrassing."
England nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea. We wouldn't want to be kept in the dark." He climbed over to the end of the bed and reached to place the DVD in the player. The simple beginning didn't surprise England, the other films (that he did not watch!) generally began that way as well.
The shot they had gotten of America while he had been in the bathroom took his breath away. He could still remember the way his heart had skipped a beat. America had been so open and war, he hadn't been able to resist the urge to touch him...
He licked his lips, remembering the way America had tasted when their lips met. It had been wonderful and warm and he could still remember the way his stomach had been filled with butterflies. The warmth of America's hands on his hips. The feeling of his skin beneath his fingertips. The feeling of tangling up with him beneath the blankets.
He blushed as the scene cut to him getting the lube. From the angle of the cameras it wasn't possible to tell how he had taken the cap off beneath the blankets and taken America in hand. He could still feel the warmth of America's roughs hands as he touched him in return.
His past self moaned endearments that made him blush. He was suddenly keenly aware of America beside him and leaned against him. His body was incredibly warm and it brought back fond memories of the hidden touches on screen.
Suddenly, the image paused. America's finger still hovered over the button of the remote as he took a deep breath. England opened his mouth to ask but before he could get any words out, America had shifted and was now straddling his hips. England looked up at him. America smiled at him, "I think we could use a reenactment."
England smiled in return and hooked his arms around the American's neck, "That might be an even better idea than last night's. You're on a roll, Love."
"Does that mean you're going to endorse that one I presented yesterday?"
England rolled his eyes and silenced him with a kiss.