Axis Powers Hetalia: Hungary/Ukraine "Signs" (sign drabble)
Author: iroh_fancier/Chaser
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Hungary/Ukraine, fly-by mention of Germany/Italy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, but I do use human and Nation names interchangeably.
Prompt: Sign
Word Count: 200
Summary: Ukraine and Hungary decide to have some personal time when a World Meeting gets canceled.
Notes: I love writing these two.
“Today’s meeting has been canceled due to the host Nation’s sniffles.” Hungary frowned at the sign. “Huh. He seemed fine yesterday.”
“Poor thing. Do you think I should make him some borscht? Or some goulash? Maybe some of America’s chicken soup?” Ukraine wrung her hands, tears already forming in her eyes. “I’m not sure what Italians eat when they get sick.”
“Pasta,” Hungary reassured her. “Pasta, pasta and more pasta. And don’t worry about Veneziano. Germany will yell at that cold until it gets tired of listening to him and infects someone else.”
“If you say so.” But Ukraine was smiling. “Still, it is nice to have more time together. But I really don’t know what to do. I mean, it’s such short notice!”
Ukraine was shy and nervous, yes, but she was far from naïve. And Hungary loved it when her girlfriend played innocent. Without looking to see if anyone was watching, she slid two fingers down her girlfriend’s throat and into the gap between two buttons on her shirt. Ukraine shivered and leaned back against the wall, eyelashes fluttering as Hungary caressed the swell of each large, soft breast.
“Elizaveta…”
Hungary winked. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Author: iroh_fancier/Chaser
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Hungary/Ukraine
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings: None, though human/Nation names are used interchangeably
Prompt: Sign
Word Count: 300
Summary: Hungary and Ukraine check into a sleazy hotel.
The neon sign buzzed and flickered across the street, turning the comforter ecru, then candypop red. Two bodies writhed beneath it. Once in awhile, a hip, an arm, a thigh would slip out from beneath its edges, pale, then pinken. The bedsprings squeaked and shrieked with each breath.
At last, with one great, slow sigh, Hungary arched her back and raised her head. Her hair lashed her face and shoulders, each ropy lock shimmering with sweat. “Ahhn!”
“Mnh,” Ukraine agreed as her lover climbed off her and reached for the nightstand. The pulsing light gave her taut ass the appearance of having been thoroughly paddled; Ukraine had no idea how to admit that such things turned her on. “Wow.”
Hungary grinned at her girlfriend as she swept her hair from her face. “See something you like?”
Ukraine’s cheeks reddened without the sign’s help. “Yes. Oh, yes. Very much.”
Hungary winked and shook it for her before climbing back into bed. Nestling her head against Ukraine’s ample breasts, she shook the package she had just retrieved.
“There’s just something sexy about a cheap, sleazy motel. Especially one right next to a cheap, sleazy strip club.” A match flared, carmine in the artificial light, and Hungary inhaled slowly. “Cigarette? France says they’re traditional.” She offered it without letting go.
Giggling, Ukraine leaned down and took a long, smooth drag. The two trails of smoke rippled upwards, entwining like lovers.
“What are you thinking?” Hungary said after a few minutes.
“It’s silly.”
Hungary nuzzled a breast. “Tell me anyway?”
“Well, I-when you got the cigarettes, I wondered-what it might be like t-to slap your ass.” Ukraine’s blush was visible even through the red light. “If you want to, only, of course.”
Hungary grinned and kissed her. “I thought you’d never ask!”
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Hungary/Ukraine, fly-by mention of Germany/Italy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, but I do use human and Nation names interchangeably.
Prompt: Sign
Word Count: 200
Summary: Ukraine and Hungary decide to have some personal time when a World Meeting gets canceled.
Notes: I love writing these two.
“Today’s meeting has been canceled due to the host Nation’s sniffles.” Hungary frowned at the sign. “Huh. He seemed fine yesterday.”
“Poor thing. Do you think I should make him some borscht? Or some goulash? Maybe some of America’s chicken soup?” Ukraine wrung her hands, tears already forming in her eyes. “I’m not sure what Italians eat when they get sick.”
“Pasta,” Hungary reassured her. “Pasta, pasta and more pasta. And don’t worry about Veneziano. Germany will yell at that cold until it gets tired of listening to him and infects someone else.”
“If you say so.” But Ukraine was smiling. “Still, it is nice to have more time together. But I really don’t know what to do. I mean, it’s such short notice!”
Ukraine was shy and nervous, yes, but she was far from naïve. And Hungary loved it when her girlfriend played innocent. Without looking to see if anyone was watching, she slid two fingers down her girlfriend’s throat and into the gap between two buttons on her shirt. Ukraine shivered and leaned back against the wall, eyelashes fluttering as Hungary caressed the swell of each large, soft breast.
“Elizaveta…”
Hungary winked. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
Author: iroh_fancier/Chaser
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Hungary/Ukraine
Rating: R to be safe
Warnings: None, though human/Nation names are used interchangeably
Prompt: Sign
Word Count: 300
Summary: Hungary and Ukraine check into a sleazy hotel.
The neon sign buzzed and flickered across the street, turning the comforter ecru, then candypop red. Two bodies writhed beneath it. Once in awhile, a hip, an arm, a thigh would slip out from beneath its edges, pale, then pinken. The bedsprings squeaked and shrieked with each breath.
At last, with one great, slow sigh, Hungary arched her back and raised her head. Her hair lashed her face and shoulders, each ropy lock shimmering with sweat. “Ahhn!”
“Mnh,” Ukraine agreed as her lover climbed off her and reached for the nightstand. The pulsing light gave her taut ass the appearance of having been thoroughly paddled; Ukraine had no idea how to admit that such things turned her on. “Wow.”
Hungary grinned at her girlfriend as she swept her hair from her face. “See something you like?”
Ukraine’s cheeks reddened without the sign’s help. “Yes. Oh, yes. Very much.”
Hungary winked and shook it for her before climbing back into bed. Nestling her head against Ukraine’s ample breasts, she shook the package she had just retrieved.
“There’s just something sexy about a cheap, sleazy motel. Especially one right next to a cheap, sleazy strip club.” A match flared, carmine in the artificial light, and Hungary inhaled slowly. “Cigarette? France says they’re traditional.” She offered it without letting go.
Giggling, Ukraine leaned down and took a long, smooth drag. The two trails of smoke rippled upwards, entwining like lovers.
“What are you thinking?” Hungary said after a few minutes.
“It’s silly.”
Hungary nuzzled a breast. “Tell me anyway?”
“Well, I-when you got the cigarettes, I wondered-what it might be like t-to slap your ass.” Ukraine’s blush was visible even through the red light. “If you want to, only, of course.”
Hungary grinned and kissed her. “I thought you’d never ask!”