[aph] 4 Minutes, Behind the Scene
Title:: 4 Minutes, Behind the Scene [FF.net link]
Fandom:: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: Canada, France, Hungary, Japan, America/England
Rating:: pretty much soft R15 (yeah, I managed to duck the NC17 even for the omake, sue me)
Warning:: nothing… other than more shagging and voyeurism? And self-beta’d.
Word count:: 902
Disclaimer:: Canada owns the whole building, Japan owns the rigged fake bomb, Hungary owns the idea, and France owns… his own perversion. Himaruya rules them all. I own nothing but the fic as usual.
Summary:: If you have four minutes left to live, what would you do? America and England knew just exactly what they would do… but they didn’t really know what exactly happened behind the scene, did they?
A/N: Because everyone (at least those who left comments/reviews) wants it, here you go; the Omake. And thank you to XbehindtheseaX for mentioning Hungary in the review. Because of that, the omake ended up a little bit different than I first initially planned it to be. Anyhow, read on!
Main Story
It began when Canada overheard Hungary and France discussing about his brother and former ruler’s relationship-relationship as in their sex relationship-after the previous world conference. Canada wasn’t eavesdropping, mind you. He was standing near them all the time! It’s just that he had the tendency to be transparent at certain times-most likely all the time-and both European nations didn’t really notice that he was there. Yes, even France, Canada’s former brother figure.
Canada sniffed. Kumajiro tilted his head up.
“Who?”
“I’m Canada…”
And then somehow or another, Japan was involved in the conversation-no, Japan didn’t notice that Canada was there-and they were starting to bet on who topped most of the time. Hungary bet a hundred Euros for America, France bet another hundred for half and half (‘Have you all forget that England was a delinquent?’), and Japan bet fifty thousand yen for England, claiming that even tsunderes could top, making Canada confused as hell because he didn’t know what tsunderes mean.
Anyhow, the talk ended from the not so innocent discussion and betting pool to a full-blown documentation plan; documentation as in recording while America and England did the deed.
Canada didn’t really remember how he got himself dragged onto this scheme, one moment he was voicing his opinion on the matter (‘Um… Everyone… I think America and England would not like it…’ ‘Who?’ ‘I’m Canada, Kumajiro…’) and the next France had already forced him to support their plan because the next world meeting would be held at Canada’s house.
All Canada knew was it was Japan who made the ‘bomb’ equipped with the most advanced voice recorder, it was Hungary who came up with observing from the building’s (where the meeting was being held) security room (more like forcing Canada to use his authority as the nation to hijacked the room for them), and it was one of France’s security guards who acted as the courier.
And then here Canada was, standing on the back side of the security room, closing his eyes tightly, refusing to see the scandalous scene unfolded on one of the security monitors, and tried so hard to cover his ears so he didn’t have to hear England’s moan and America’s ragged breath that was coming from the speaker plugged to Japan’s hi-tech laptop.
Hungary was biting on her pristine white handkerchief, her eyes were practically sparkling with… sparkles. France was smirking in the most perverted way, he even panted slightly. And Japan… he was covering his eyes, but he didn’t cover his eyes completely because there were still some gaps between his fingers.
“Three minutes left to go, Iggy? Wanna continue?”
Canada could hear America’s surprisingly husky voice, despite him trying to cover his ears, from the speaker and chanced to see the monitor. He should’ve known once he opened his eyes it would be hard to shut them close again.
When England pushed America down, Canada saw France and Japan high-fived and Hungary almost ripped her handkerchief apart.
When America flipped their position, it was France and Hungary high-fiving now and Japan looked a bit disappointed albeit still fixed his eyes on the monitor.
When England bucked up his hips to meet with America’s and they moaned each other’s name, Canada clutched Kumajiro too tightly and made the polar bear grunted disapprovingly.
When more moans were heard, and the digital timer started to ticked faster, Canada noticed that France, Hungary, and Japan were all just few inches apart from the monitor.
When America started to unbutton England’s shirt and trailed his lips over the older man’s body, Canada found himself edging closer to where the three older nations sat… and he slapped himself hard on the cheek.
Twenty seconds left until the fake bomb ‘exploded’ and it looked to Canada that England actually had forgotten the bomb’s existence because he was busy snogging America.
Ten seconds left and when Canada heard England saying he didn’t care as long as he could die with America, Canada thought that he really was going to hell for supporting this scheme.
“Mein Gott… That’s so beautiful, England!” Hungary sighed, dabbing some invisible tear from her eyes.
“I agree with you, Hungary-san,” Japan nodded.
“Oh, oh! Look at Amerique’s hands!” France said, pointing his forefinger to the monitor where Canada could see his brother’s hand groping England’s groin. Canada’s cheeks bloomed red and he looked away.
Only when the ticking from the digital timer stopped, that Canada let out a sigh and turned back to the monitor. He regretted his decision immediately because instead of trying to get out or look for help after they stopped the fake bomb from exploding (not that it would really explode, of course. Canada had made sure of that to Japan), America and England were continuing their activity.
Canada swore this was the most torturous four minutes he had ever experienced. Canada cleared his throat, “I… I think I’ll just go…” he murmured and scooted away towards the exit. But France caught Canada’s hand and forced him to sit together with them as America shed England’s clothes one by one until the Brit was left with only his boxer.
“No, mon cher! You shall be the judge!”
And Canada could only say, ‘Ma-maple…’ as he saw his brother, his own twin brother, America, pulled England’s cock out of his boxer and started to suck it off.
~Fin?~
Endnote::
And that was part one of the omake. XDv
The real omake will come next… this weekend at the earliest or earlier next week at the most. I need to work on my thesis’ chapter one before I can write it.
Oh god, I am really going to hell for procrastinating my thesis to write this. =3=
Comment is loved like maple syrup. <3
Fandom:: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s)/Pairing(s):: Canada, France, Hungary, Japan, America/England
Rating:: pretty much soft R15 (yeah, I managed to duck the NC17 even for the omake, sue me)
Warning:: nothing… other than more shagging and voyeurism? And self-beta’d.
Word count:: 902
Disclaimer:: Canada owns the whole building, Japan owns the rigged fake bomb, Hungary owns the idea, and France owns… his own perversion. Himaruya rules them all. I own nothing but the fic as usual.
Summary:: If you have four minutes left to live, what would you do? America and England knew just exactly what they would do… but they didn’t really know what exactly happened behind the scene, did they?
A/N: Because everyone (at least those who left comments/reviews) wants it, here you go; the Omake. And thank you to XbehindtheseaX for mentioning Hungary in the review. Because of that, the omake ended up a little bit different than I first initially planned it to be. Anyhow, read on!
Main Story
It began when Canada overheard Hungary and France discussing about his brother and former ruler’s relationship-relationship as in their sex relationship-after the previous world conference. Canada wasn’t eavesdropping, mind you. He was standing near them all the time! It’s just that he had the tendency to be transparent at certain times-most likely all the time-and both European nations didn’t really notice that he was there. Yes, even France, Canada’s former brother figure.
Canada sniffed. Kumajiro tilted his head up.
“Who?”
“I’m Canada…”
And then somehow or another, Japan was involved in the conversation-no, Japan didn’t notice that Canada was there-and they were starting to bet on who topped most of the time. Hungary bet a hundred Euros for America, France bet another hundred for half and half (‘Have you all forget that England was a delinquent?’), and Japan bet fifty thousand yen for England, claiming that even tsunderes could top, making Canada confused as hell because he didn’t know what tsunderes mean.
Anyhow, the talk ended from the not so innocent discussion and betting pool to a full-blown documentation plan; documentation as in recording while America and England did the deed.
Canada didn’t really remember how he got himself dragged onto this scheme, one moment he was voicing his opinion on the matter (‘Um… Everyone… I think America and England would not like it…’ ‘Who?’ ‘I’m Canada, Kumajiro…’) and the next France had already forced him to support their plan because the next world meeting would be held at Canada’s house.
All Canada knew was it was Japan who made the ‘bomb’ equipped with the most advanced voice recorder, it was Hungary who came up with observing from the building’s (where the meeting was being held) security room (more like forcing Canada to use his authority as the nation to hijacked the room for them), and it was one of France’s security guards who acted as the courier.
And then here Canada was, standing on the back side of the security room, closing his eyes tightly, refusing to see the scandalous scene unfolded on one of the security monitors, and tried so hard to cover his ears so he didn’t have to hear England’s moan and America’s ragged breath that was coming from the speaker plugged to Japan’s hi-tech laptop.
Hungary was biting on her pristine white handkerchief, her eyes were practically sparkling with… sparkles. France was smirking in the most perverted way, he even panted slightly. And Japan… he was covering his eyes, but he didn’t cover his eyes completely because there were still some gaps between his fingers.
“Three minutes left to go, Iggy? Wanna continue?”
Canada could hear America’s surprisingly husky voice, despite him trying to cover his ears, from the speaker and chanced to see the monitor. He should’ve known once he opened his eyes it would be hard to shut them close again.
When England pushed America down, Canada saw France and Japan high-fived and Hungary almost ripped her handkerchief apart.
When America flipped their position, it was France and Hungary high-fiving now and Japan looked a bit disappointed albeit still fixed his eyes on the monitor.
When England bucked up his hips to meet with America’s and they moaned each other’s name, Canada clutched Kumajiro too tightly and made the polar bear grunted disapprovingly.
When more moans were heard, and the digital timer started to ticked faster, Canada noticed that France, Hungary, and Japan were all just few inches apart from the monitor.
When America started to unbutton England’s shirt and trailed his lips over the older man’s body, Canada found himself edging closer to where the three older nations sat… and he slapped himself hard on the cheek.
Twenty seconds left until the fake bomb ‘exploded’ and it looked to Canada that England actually had forgotten the bomb’s existence because he was busy snogging America.
Ten seconds left and when Canada heard England saying he didn’t care as long as he could die with America, Canada thought that he really was going to hell for supporting this scheme.
“Mein Gott… That’s so beautiful, England!” Hungary sighed, dabbing some invisible tear from her eyes.
“I agree with you, Hungary-san,” Japan nodded.
“Oh, oh! Look at Amerique’s hands!” France said, pointing his forefinger to the monitor where Canada could see his brother’s hand groping England’s groin. Canada’s cheeks bloomed red and he looked away.
Only when the ticking from the digital timer stopped, that Canada let out a sigh and turned back to the monitor. He regretted his decision immediately because instead of trying to get out or look for help after they stopped the fake bomb from exploding (not that it would really explode, of course. Canada had made sure of that to Japan), America and England were continuing their activity.
Canada swore this was the most torturous four minutes he had ever experienced. Canada cleared his throat, “I… I think I’ll just go…” he murmured and scooted away towards the exit. But France caught Canada’s hand and forced him to sit together with them as America shed England’s clothes one by one until the Brit was left with only his boxer.
“No, mon cher! You shall be the judge!”
And Canada could only say, ‘Ma-maple…’ as he saw his brother, his own twin brother, America, pulled England’s cock out of his boxer and started to suck it off.
~Fin?~
Endnote::
And that was part one of the omake. XDv
The real omake will come next… this weekend at the earliest or earlier next week at the most. I need to work on my thesis’ chapter one before I can write it.
Oh god, I am really going to hell for procrastinating my thesis to write this. =3=
Comment is loved like maple syrup. <3