[Hetalia] "Night Before the Games"
Written for the usxuk Olympics Event
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Title: "Night Before the Games"
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 813
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestive comments
Summary: America has arrived at England's house where he will be staying during the Olympics, he decides he needs to get his lover to relax...
America bounced towards the steps of England's house, grateful that he didn't have to find a hotel room in the mess. Having your boyfriend be the host country definitely had its purks. He rang the doorbell. It took a few more rings before England came to the door.
"Hey!" he greeted, but England was already shuffling back the other way. HIs back to him. America furrowed his brow and followed after him. "What's up?" he asked after they had made their way into the study. England's desk was strewn with papers and their were cooled tea cups on almost every horizontal surface in the room.
"I don't know, America," England replied sarcastically, "Just trying to run the Olympics where people will be coming in from all over the world to engage in athletic competition."
America walked across the room and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling his back to his chest. England struggled a little. "Duh, I wouldn't have come with so much luggage if it wasn't that."
"Then you understand how busy I am!" He tried to shrug him off, but America held tightly to his body. He brushed a kiss over his ear and felt England shudder.
"I get that probably everything is in place and that you are just freaking out."
"I am certainly not fretting!"
"You most certainly are!" America argued back. England grumbled a few things under his breath and made a few more half-hearted attempts at escape. It didn't take long before he was slumped against America's chest.
"I want it to be great."
America chuckled, "You did your best right, and at any rate it will be very you." He kissed the back of England's head.
England chuckled, "I made sure of that."
"That means you need to relax." America said, flattening his palms against England's stomach and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. England sighed happily, but his body was still tense. England tolerated a few more kisses and some strokes along his stomach before he tried to get away once again.
"That means you can't distract me! I'm sure there is something I forgot!"
"Dude, you are the second most organized person I know! You didn't forget anything. Are you seriously not going to greet me properly?" He pouted behind England's back, he was sure the other man could sense it if he couldn't see it. England sighed, leaning deeper into America's embrace.
"It would be so irresponsible, love." England replied. America stepped up the nuzzling, the fact that England was falling into endearments meant he might be close to giving in. He could feel the heat of the flush creeping up England's neck.
"Since when have I cared about responsibilities?" he teased, brushing his lips against England's ear, earning another shudder.
England began to turn and America loosened his arms just enough for him to face him. "That's why you're such a..." England didn't get a chance to tell America what he was, because America cut him off with a kiss. He pushed his element of surprise and brushed his tongue against England's soft mouth. England opened himself up to the kiss, parting his lips. America cradled him in his arms and tilted him backward as he continued to kiss him.
England wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned into his touches, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. He turned his face to break the kiss, chest heaving slightly. America looked down at England's flushed face quizically.
"I could use a break... on one condition."
"What's the condition?"
"Well, love, there are actually two."
"Okay, what are they?"
"The first one is, if you try and have sex with me on my papers I will kill you, so we'll be heading upstairs."
"Alright, deal. What's the second one?" he asked, tilting his head in question.
England blushed a little deeper, causing America to flush in reaction wondering what it was. England bit his lip a little and looked away for a moment, as though he were getting up the nerve to lay out his condition. He locked eyes with America, "You have to do whatever I ask for every gold medal I win."
"Won't be much then. Ouch!" he winced when England hit him hard in the shoulder and then laughed, "Deal. Your people better bring it, babe."
England pushed against him until America was backed up against the wall. He smirked at him, "I assume I'll have some competition from you." He slid his hands across America's chest, plucking the shirt hem up and tracing a teasing finger across his stomach.
America grinned, realizing England wasn't talking about the official Olympic games anymore, "Oh yeah, sweetheart."
"Good." he replied, his breath warm against America's lips before he closed the distance between them.
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Title: "Night Before the Games"
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 813
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for suggestive comments
Summary: America has arrived at England's house where he will be staying during the Olympics, he decides he needs to get his lover to relax...
America bounced towards the steps of England's house, grateful that he didn't have to find a hotel room in the mess. Having your boyfriend be the host country definitely had its purks. He rang the doorbell. It took a few more rings before England came to the door.
"Hey!" he greeted, but England was already shuffling back the other way. HIs back to him. America furrowed his brow and followed after him. "What's up?" he asked after they had made their way into the study. England's desk was strewn with papers and their were cooled tea cups on almost every horizontal surface in the room.
"I don't know, America," England replied sarcastically, "Just trying to run the Olympics where people will be coming in from all over the world to engage in athletic competition."
America walked across the room and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling his back to his chest. England struggled a little. "Duh, I wouldn't have come with so much luggage if it wasn't that."
"Then you understand how busy I am!" He tried to shrug him off, but America held tightly to his body. He brushed a kiss over his ear and felt England shudder.
"I get that probably everything is in place and that you are just freaking out."
"I am certainly not fretting!"
"You most certainly are!" America argued back. England grumbled a few things under his breath and made a few more half-hearted attempts at escape. It didn't take long before he was slumped against America's chest.
"I want it to be great."
America chuckled, "You did your best right, and at any rate it will be very you." He kissed the back of England's head.
England chuckled, "I made sure of that."
"That means you need to relax." America said, flattening his palms against England's stomach and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. England sighed happily, but his body was still tense. England tolerated a few more kisses and some strokes along his stomach before he tried to get away once again.
"That means you can't distract me! I'm sure there is something I forgot!"
"Dude, you are the second most organized person I know! You didn't forget anything. Are you seriously not going to greet me properly?" He pouted behind England's back, he was sure the other man could sense it if he couldn't see it. England sighed, leaning deeper into America's embrace.
"It would be so irresponsible, love." England replied. America stepped up the nuzzling, the fact that England was falling into endearments meant he might be close to giving in. He could feel the heat of the flush creeping up England's neck.
"Since when have I cared about responsibilities?" he teased, brushing his lips against England's ear, earning another shudder.
England began to turn and America loosened his arms just enough for him to face him. "That's why you're such a..." England didn't get a chance to tell America what he was, because America cut him off with a kiss. He pushed his element of surprise and brushed his tongue against England's soft mouth. England opened himself up to the kiss, parting his lips. America cradled him in his arms and tilted him backward as he continued to kiss him.
England wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned into his touches, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. He turned his face to break the kiss, chest heaving slightly. America looked down at England's flushed face quizically.
"I could use a break... on one condition."
"What's the condition?"
"Well, love, there are actually two."
"Okay, what are they?"
"The first one is, if you try and have sex with me on my papers I will kill you, so we'll be heading upstairs."
"Alright, deal. What's the second one?" he asked, tilting his head in question.
England blushed a little deeper, causing America to flush in reaction wondering what it was. England bit his lip a little and looked away for a moment, as though he were getting up the nerve to lay out his condition. He locked eyes with America, "You have to do whatever I ask for every gold medal I win."
"Won't be much then. Ouch!" he winced when England hit him hard in the shoulder and then laughed, "Deal. Your people better bring it, babe."
England pushed against him until America was backed up against the wall. He smirked at him, "I assume I'll have some competition from you." He slid his hands across America's chest, plucking the shirt hem up and tracing a teasing finger across his stomach.
America grinned, realizing England wasn't talking about the official Olympic games anymore, "Oh yeah, sweetheart."
"Good." he replied, his breath warm against America's lips before he closed the distance between them.