[Hetalia] "Happy Holiday"
Day 4 - Attract
Title: Happy Holiday
Author shuriken7
Characters: America/England
Challenge: Day 4 of Holiday Winter Challenge @ hetachallenge
Rating: M for sexual situations
Summary: Modern Day. The Christmas party turns interesting once they leave...
America loved the energy of holiday parties. To him, it was impossible not to have fun. It always was an adventure of a night no matter what winter event was being celebrated. The parties had been going on for so long that sometimes the years blurred together, but still, he loved them. Mingling with everyone was fun, but by the end of the night he would looking for a certain blonde head that would never fail to capture his attention.
He was standing at the edge of the room, resting against the wall. He had a drink glass in hand and appeared to just be watching the others talking. America took a moment to watch England from across the room. Even though he was leaning, England still looked incredibly dignified. America often wondered if he would attain that air many of the older nations possessed. It was a stillness that he had never known. Well, at least in his own body. He had learned it in the curves and long limbs of England's body.
His suit was crisp with a few holiday accents for the ocassion. He looked very handsome and America couldn't just stand watching. He needed to be closer to him and soon he was making his way through the crowd towards the other. England caught sight of him and gave him a small smile. America could feel his pulse speed up. America felt like a moth attracted to a flame.
"Hey, wallflower." America greeted when he was finally beside him.
"I'm hardly a wallflower. My lover has simply been busy frolicking much of the night."
"Well, that is what you do at a party. And perhaps your lover wouldn't have minded if you had 'frolicked' with him." he replied, deciding to just play along with referring to himself as though he weren't there.
England leaned close, whispering conspiratorially, "Perhaps I prefer to frolic with him in private."
America leaned closer, "So... when are you planning on seeing this lover of yours?"
England looked around for a moment to make sure no one was watching them, and then gave America a flirty grin that never failed to make him blush. England stood straight and rested his fingers gently and teasingly on America's tie. America suddenly found it extremely difficult to breathe. "I was planning on meeting him in five minutes on the back stairs of the hotel." he whispered into America's ear. England's breath on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
England released his tie and disappeared into the crowd. america wanted to pursue him immediately, but it was obvious England wanted to play a game. He looked down at his watch and when the five minutes were up he dodged anyone who would have kept him from getting out of there. He was on a mission, there was no way he was going to miss this meet up.
The stair door closing behind him sent echoes up and down the stairwell. He looked around but didn't see England anywhere. He began to climb the stairs. Not quite feeling like he needed to call out, but he was beginning to wonder if there was more than one set of back stairs. It was then he caught a glimpse of him not far above. The heat in England's eyes prodded him to move up the stairs faster. England disappeared through a side door as America began to get close.
Even more curious and eager now, America followed him into one of the non-descript hallways of the hotel. He recognized it as the floor they floor they had checked into that morning before spending the day in meetings and the evening at the party. America checked his watch, it was about eleven, no one would look for them tonight. It was the perfect time to bow out of the party. The door to their room was cracked slightly, beckoning him inside. He took the invitation into the darkened room.
The door closed with a click behind him. "England?" he whispered as he shucked his dress jacket onto the desk chair.
Warm arms encircled his waist and pair of soft lips found the nape of his neck. America closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lover at his back. He smiled, "I'm guessing you are ready to 'frolic' now?"
"I've been ready since you got off that plane at an ungodly hour this morning, but a gentleman doesn't take advantage of someone who falls asleep in the rental on the way to the hotel." England's fingers worked on the buttons of America's shirt. America reached up to undo his tie.
"We could have done something if you were gonna stew over all day."
"Oh yes, because having you sleep through sex is so much fun for me." England replied sarcastically as he dragged the shirt off America's shoulders.
"I have never fallen asleep during sex!"
"That you recall anyway." England chuckled. America had enough of that. He turned around and grabbed England' waist, lifting him up to set him on the desk. His fingers began working the other man's shirt off. England smirked at him and America leaned close to kiss him. England soon made needy sounds against his mouth. Hands bumped as they went about loosening and shedding the rest of their clothes.
America pulled England off the desk with one arm around his waist. Holding him close he worked England's pants off with one hand. He turned and dropped him gently on the edge of the bed. England's hands were at his waist sliding his slacks down his hips. He blushed at the way England looked at him. The older man reached out and settled his hands on America's bare waist. His fingers gave soft, but firm strokes over America's hips. America ran his hands over England's arms. "Guess who's not tired no--"
England cut him off with a kiss before he could make a retort to their earlier argument. The way that England sucked on his tongue destroyed any argument or bad pun he could have made. "With the things I have planned for you, Love, you won't be able to think about sleeping."
"Sure you don't want some coffee, babe? We're gonna be up late 'frolicking'".
England rolled his eyes, but pulled him down anyway. America had a feeling he was going to pay for getting the last word later, but that could wait for daylight.
Title: Happy Holiday
Author shuriken7
Characters: America/England
Challenge: Day 4 of Holiday Winter Challenge @ hetachallenge
Rating: M for sexual situations
Summary: Modern Day. The Christmas party turns interesting once they leave...
America loved the energy of holiday parties. To him, it was impossible not to have fun. It always was an adventure of a night no matter what winter event was being celebrated. The parties had been going on for so long that sometimes the years blurred together, but still, he loved them. Mingling with everyone was fun, but by the end of the night he would looking for a certain blonde head that would never fail to capture his attention.
He was standing at the edge of the room, resting against the wall. He had a drink glass in hand and appeared to just be watching the others talking. America took a moment to watch England from across the room. Even though he was leaning, England still looked incredibly dignified. America often wondered if he would attain that air many of the older nations possessed. It was a stillness that he had never known. Well, at least in his own body. He had learned it in the curves and long limbs of England's body.
His suit was crisp with a few holiday accents for the ocassion. He looked very handsome and America couldn't just stand watching. He needed to be closer to him and soon he was making his way through the crowd towards the other. England caught sight of him and gave him a small smile. America could feel his pulse speed up. America felt like a moth attracted to a flame.
"Hey, wallflower." America greeted when he was finally beside him.
"I'm hardly a wallflower. My lover has simply been busy frolicking much of the night."
"Well, that is what you do at a party. And perhaps your lover wouldn't have minded if you had 'frolicked' with him." he replied, deciding to just play along with referring to himself as though he weren't there.
England leaned close, whispering conspiratorially, "Perhaps I prefer to frolic with him in private."
America leaned closer, "So... when are you planning on seeing this lover of yours?"
England looked around for a moment to make sure no one was watching them, and then gave America a flirty grin that never failed to make him blush. England stood straight and rested his fingers gently and teasingly on America's tie. America suddenly found it extremely difficult to breathe. "I was planning on meeting him in five minutes on the back stairs of the hotel." he whispered into America's ear. England's breath on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
England released his tie and disappeared into the crowd. america wanted to pursue him immediately, but it was obvious England wanted to play a game. He looked down at his watch and when the five minutes were up he dodged anyone who would have kept him from getting out of there. He was on a mission, there was no way he was going to miss this meet up.
The stair door closing behind him sent echoes up and down the stairwell. He looked around but didn't see England anywhere. He began to climb the stairs. Not quite feeling like he needed to call out, but he was beginning to wonder if there was more than one set of back stairs. It was then he caught a glimpse of him not far above. The heat in England's eyes prodded him to move up the stairs faster. England disappeared through a side door as America began to get close.
Even more curious and eager now, America followed him into one of the non-descript hallways of the hotel. He recognized it as the floor they floor they had checked into that morning before spending the day in meetings and the evening at the party. America checked his watch, it was about eleven, no one would look for them tonight. It was the perfect time to bow out of the party. The door to their room was cracked slightly, beckoning him inside. He took the invitation into the darkened room.
The door closed with a click behind him. "England?" he whispered as he shucked his dress jacket onto the desk chair.
Warm arms encircled his waist and pair of soft lips found the nape of his neck. America closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lover at his back. He smiled, "I'm guessing you are ready to 'frolic' now?"
"I've been ready since you got off that plane at an ungodly hour this morning, but a gentleman doesn't take advantage of someone who falls asleep in the rental on the way to the hotel." England's fingers worked on the buttons of America's shirt. America reached up to undo his tie.
"We could have done something if you were gonna stew over all day."
"Oh yes, because having you sleep through sex is so much fun for me." England replied sarcastically as he dragged the shirt off America's shoulders.
"I have never fallen asleep during sex!"
"That you recall anyway." England chuckled. America had enough of that. He turned around and grabbed England' waist, lifting him up to set him on the desk. His fingers began working the other man's shirt off. England smirked at him and America leaned close to kiss him. England soon made needy sounds against his mouth. Hands bumped as they went about loosening and shedding the rest of their clothes.
America pulled England off the desk with one arm around his waist. Holding him close he worked England's pants off with one hand. He turned and dropped him gently on the edge of the bed. England's hands were at his waist sliding his slacks down his hips. He blushed at the way England looked at him. The older man reached out and settled his hands on America's bare waist. His fingers gave soft, but firm strokes over America's hips. America ran his hands over England's arms. "Guess who's not tired no--"
England cut him off with a kiss before he could make a retort to their earlier argument. The way that England sucked on his tongue destroyed any argument or bad pun he could have made. "With the things I have planned for you, Love, you won't be able to think about sleeping."
"Sure you don't want some coffee, babe? We're gonna be up late 'frolicking'".
England rolled his eyes, but pulled him down anyway. America had a feeling he was going to pay for getting the last word later, but that could wait for daylight.