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[Fanfiction] Strange Love (2/3)
Well, I was struck by inspiration to do another chapter, mainly because I was thinking funny thoughts last night and really wanted to get this out tonight. Why tonight? Because I just now remembered those funny thoughts. ._.
Title: Strange Love (2/3)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: HOLY CRAP THREESOME. Also, it contains boy love, language, and usage of human names.
Pairings: Russia x America x England (yes, it’s a threesome damn it)
Summary: Arthur chooses the movie, Ivan forces them to use the very cliché photo booth, and Alfred is stuck trying to prove that he can seriously sing.
A/N: Yay, chapter 2~! Now we get to the cliché photo booth! :laughs:
Chapter one: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/122226.html
*
It was the Russian’s fault. Seriously, it was all. His. Fucking. Fault. The idea was terribly cliché, at least in Alfred’s honest opinion. Still, he had been out-voted. Arthur seemed to like the idea, albeit grudgingly, and it was Ivan’s damn idea in the first place. The young nation had rolled his eyes, sighed, and just decided to go along with it. Now, he wasn’t so sure about the idea.
“Ivan,” the blond American began as he stared at the abomination in front of him, “How the hell are the three of us going to fit in there? It was made for two people only, I think.”
Ivan smiled at him innocently, although that didn’t fool his two partners. The American would be struck dead if he didn’t think that the Russian had something up his sleeve. His assumption was proven correct when the silver-haired man gave his response.
“Why, Alfred, that is why the two of us go in, and then we just sit Arthur on our laps,” he said innocently and with cheer. The blond Briton was not pleased with the idea, although Alfred found the proposal quite appealing. It would make up for being forced to go into the photo booth, at least for a little while.
“Now, why would I be on your laps?” Arthur asked indignantly. The Russian and American glanced at each other. They thought that it was obvious, but apparently the Briton was either in denial or just wasn’t getting it.
“Because you’re lighter than the two of us. And I don’t think you’d appreciate it all that much if Ivan or I were sitting on you,” Alfred replied, his voice innocent. The Englishman shook his head and sighed, defeated. Score one for the American!
With the seating arrangements settled, Ivan cheerfully paid for the amount of photos they were going to get. Alfred slid in first, then the Russian, and finally Arthur managed to squeeze in there. When they got comfortable, the picture taking from Hell began.
At first, they were just cute and took normal pictures. All they did was smile, shift around a little, keeping a moderately sane appearance to them. Then, Alfred got bored and decided to spice things up a bit. Ivan must have gotten bored, too, and the two glanced at each other. A small, evil smile graced the Russian’s lips. The blond American just grinned openly.
The next picture taken was one that had caught Arthur by surprise. Ivan and Alfred had kissed the blond Briton’s cheeks just in time for the picture to be taken. It was a lovely picture of the three, and the bright red blush on Arthur’s cheeks just added to the lovliness (at least, that was in Alfred and Ivan’s opinion).
After that, Alfred was the victim. The silver-haired Russian had stolen his glasses and decided to wear them for the next picture. They had to admit that Ivan hadn’t looked bad in them. Still, things got a little silly when Arthur decided to wear Texas next.
“You look like a schoolgirl,” the American had commented, earning him a smack on the back of the head, which the camera caught. Ivan and Arthur still wouldn’t give him back his glasses, however. Actually, the Russian had hidden them from Alfred.
“We rarely see you without your glasses, Alfred,” Ivan stated innocently, and the young nation blurrily saw Arthur nod in agreement. The blond American pouted, which was also caught on camera.
“Sorry, I like seeing, thanks,” Alfred retorted, almost sulkily (he would deny that, of course). His partners ignored the remark and they continued to make silly faces for the rest of the photos. Well, there was one exception.
They were down to their last photo and the younger nation was starting to get tired. Immediately after the second-to-last shot, Alfred tugged the blond Briton fully onto his lap, scooted as close to Ivan as he could, and placed Arthur on the other side of the American. The blond American then wrapped his arm around the Englishman’s waist and practically forced him to lean against the taller nation. Finally, Alfred leaned against their Russian partner and closed his eyes sleepily.
That last photo had to be Alfred’s personal favorite. He always smiled when he saw it, which depicted Arthur leaning against the younger nation, while the American leaned against Ivan. The blond Briton’s smile had been soft and almost dreamlike. Alfred’s had been peaceful and beautiful. The Russian’s was the most genuine smile they had ever seen, and was also one filled with love and care.
Yes, that photo was definitely the favorite.
X-posted to hetalia and russiamerica
Title: Strange Love (2/3)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: HOLY CRAP THREESOME. Also, it contains boy love, language, and usage of human names.
Pairings: Russia x America x England (yes, it’s a threesome damn it)
Summary: Arthur chooses the movie, Ivan forces them to use the very cliché photo booth, and Alfred is stuck trying to prove that he can seriously sing.
A/N: Yay, chapter 2~! Now we get to the cliché photo booth! :laughs:
Chapter one: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/122226.html
*
It was the Russian’s fault. Seriously, it was all. His. Fucking. Fault. The idea was terribly cliché, at least in Alfred’s honest opinion. Still, he had been out-voted. Arthur seemed to like the idea, albeit grudgingly, and it was Ivan’s damn idea in the first place. The young nation had rolled his eyes, sighed, and just decided to go along with it. Now, he wasn’t so sure about the idea.
“Ivan,” the blond American began as he stared at the abomination in front of him, “How the hell are the three of us going to fit in there? It was made for two people only, I think.”
Ivan smiled at him innocently, although that didn’t fool his two partners. The American would be struck dead if he didn’t think that the Russian had something up his sleeve. His assumption was proven correct when the silver-haired man gave his response.
“Why, Alfred, that is why the two of us go in, and then we just sit Arthur on our laps,” he said innocently and with cheer. The blond Briton was not pleased with the idea, although Alfred found the proposal quite appealing. It would make up for being forced to go into the photo booth, at least for a little while.
“Now, why would I be on your laps?” Arthur asked indignantly. The Russian and American glanced at each other. They thought that it was obvious, but apparently the Briton was either in denial or just wasn’t getting it.
“Because you’re lighter than the two of us. And I don’t think you’d appreciate it all that much if Ivan or I were sitting on you,” Alfred replied, his voice innocent. The Englishman shook his head and sighed, defeated. Score one for the American!
With the seating arrangements settled, Ivan cheerfully paid for the amount of photos they were going to get. Alfred slid in first, then the Russian, and finally Arthur managed to squeeze in there. When they got comfortable, the picture taking from Hell began.
At first, they were just cute and took normal pictures. All they did was smile, shift around a little, keeping a moderately sane appearance to them. Then, Alfred got bored and decided to spice things up a bit. Ivan must have gotten bored, too, and the two glanced at each other. A small, evil smile graced the Russian’s lips. The blond American just grinned openly.
The next picture taken was one that had caught Arthur by surprise. Ivan and Alfred had kissed the blond Briton’s cheeks just in time for the picture to be taken. It was a lovely picture of the three, and the bright red blush on Arthur’s cheeks just added to the lovliness (at least, that was in Alfred and Ivan’s opinion).
After that, Alfred was the victim. The silver-haired Russian had stolen his glasses and decided to wear them for the next picture. They had to admit that Ivan hadn’t looked bad in them. Still, things got a little silly when Arthur decided to wear Texas next.
“You look like a schoolgirl,” the American had commented, earning him a smack on the back of the head, which the camera caught. Ivan and Arthur still wouldn’t give him back his glasses, however. Actually, the Russian had hidden them from Alfred.
“We rarely see you without your glasses, Alfred,” Ivan stated innocently, and the young nation blurrily saw Arthur nod in agreement. The blond American pouted, which was also caught on camera.
“Sorry, I like seeing, thanks,” Alfred retorted, almost sulkily (he would deny that, of course). His partners ignored the remark and they continued to make silly faces for the rest of the photos. Well, there was one exception.
They were down to their last photo and the younger nation was starting to get tired. Immediately after the second-to-last shot, Alfred tugged the blond Briton fully onto his lap, scooted as close to Ivan as he could, and placed Arthur on the other side of the American. The blond American then wrapped his arm around the Englishman’s waist and practically forced him to lean against the taller nation. Finally, Alfred leaned against their Russian partner and closed his eyes sleepily.
That last photo had to be Alfred’s personal favorite. He always smiled when he saw it, which depicted Arthur leaning against the younger nation, while the American leaned against Ivan. The blond Briton’s smile had been soft and almost dreamlike. Alfred’s had been peaceful and beautiful. The Russian’s was the most genuine smile they had ever seen, and was also one filled with love and care.
Yes, that photo was definitely the favorite.
X-posted to hetalia and russiamerica