Warnings: Eventual yaoi, language, angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Authoress Note: For some reason, I guess because this is one of the few things I've posted on the kink meme that doesn't shame me, I've decided to deanon myself. And to spread the Estonia love a little. I would also love to know who ya'll want Estonia to end up with~
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Okay, so this so, totally, wasn't fair. It was another one of those stupid conference-thingies (Poland swore that nothing good came from the nations being forced to stay in the same hotel together) and the blonde decided that he should throw a little party in his room. A get-together for the guys (though some protested to the fact that Poland actually was one). But everyone there was totally ignoring him.
And it may have been the alcohol (okay, it was probably the alcohol) that drove him into such an attention-craving state. But as he lay on his bed, giggling with a bottle in hand and his skirt hiked up more than usual, he couldn't help but to feel a flush of excitement as he announced, "You know, I found out that Estonia is totally a virgin," and everyone stared at him with a mix of surprise and lust mingling in their drunken gazes.
Poland probably should have been alarmed at how quickly Russia moved to him, with a strange brightness in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
"Really? How did Poland acquire that information?"
Poland scoffed. "I asked him, duh. I had never seen him with anyone before, so I asked about it."
"And he just told you?"
"Obviously. And anyway, I'm surprised you haven't had him, Russia. Seeing as terrorizing him and his brothers seem to be a hobby of yours anyway." Oh yeah, it was definitely the alcohol talking.
Russia's smile dimmed ever so slightly. "No, seeing Estonia's troubled face wasn't as appealing to me as his brothers. And I thought Denmark had…"
Denmark raised his hands in defense. "As much as I would like to say I had, I never touched the guy. He always said he was saving himself or something."
Everyone turned to look at Finland who promptly blushed. "No! We never—I mean we were close, but never like that. He's like a brother to me."
And then France said the one sentence everyone had been thinking since Estonia's virginal status had been known.
"I haven't done a virgin in a really long time…"
And this was true. Because most nations tried to stick with their own kind, and there was a limited number of them, and they all had been living (with the exception of a few) for hundreds of years, almost all of them had experienced the finer pleasures in life.
Almost all of them except Estonia that is, and all of the male nations seemed to realize this at the same time.
"Ah, but Estonia will become one with me first. It is only natural," Russia smiled, only to have Prussia shout next to him.
"Ha! How much you wanna bet, fatty? I'll be fucking Estonia in no time."
"But you have no tact," tisked France. "And it is only right for Estonia's first to be la terre de l'amour."
"Estonia's virginity shall belong to me!" Quipped Korea.
An argument commenced over who would take the poor nation's virginity and then that fateful sentence was said.
"I bet all of you mates that I'll be in his pants before this conference is over."
Everyone looked over at the Australian who had been strangely quiet over the entire ordeal. There was a wild, challenging gleam in his eyes, and that only encouraged the other nations more. America was the first to accept.
"You're on."
"But what are we betting for? What the winner gets is obvious, but it isn't fun if the losers don't suffer." Coming from Finland, that statement was probably more frightening than intended.
"I think the losers should have to do whatever the winner wants for a week," mumbled a just-waking-up Greece, shooting a bleary-eyed glare in Turkey's direction.
"That sounds awfully kinky," smiled France, "I like it!"
"Alright then, the bet's settled. May the best man," Poland tried to ignore how America's eyes shifted towards him questioningly, "win!"
And at that moment, Poland's hotel room door opened, and Estonia entered, pressing something on his cell phone's screen.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to—" He looked up when he noticed a strange aura and a silence in the room. All of the nations were staring at him, dark intention flickering in their eyes. Some of them were smiling, like they had just captured some precious prize, and when Russia stepped forward, a chill when up Estonia's spine. He recognized that look. It was that look that said one of his brothers would be suffering that night, only this wasn't one of Russia's alcohol-induced, psychotic moods. All of the nations were staring at him like that.
"Estonia~"
Fear took over rationality. The Baltic nation did the only thing he thought he could do: he ran like hell.
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Estonia wasn't quite sure how he outran and lost all of the nations behind him, but he was quite thankful when he entered his brother's hotel room and shut and locked the door. He tried to catch his breath, gasping, his back pressed flat against the door and, somehow, Lithuania's tense smile wasn't comforting at all.
"Eduard, I was just about to call you."
"You wouldn't happen to know why everyone's treating me like I have a bounty on my head, would you?" He slid to the ground, out of shape, and still gasping for air. When Lithuania winced, he knew his brother knew.
"That's kind of what I was going to call about. Here," he handed his cell phone to the blonde, who read the message displayed across the screen.
"Everyone, there's a virgin among us and his name is Estonia. We have a bet going amongst ourselves and we want you in on it. The first person to pop his cherry before this conference is over wins. The losers have to do whatever the winner says for a week, but tell him about the bet and you're disqualified. Happy hunting!"
If Estonia wasn't so worn out from evading the other nations, he might have been livid, but there would be time for that later; he needed to stop this. He handed the phone back to his concerned-looking brother, with a humorless smile.
"I guess you're disqualified, Toris."
Lithuania frowned. "Eduard…"
"How did this even happen? I never told anyone I was a virgin, except—" His eyes widened as the obvious culprit came to him. Poland.
In hindsight, telling the exuberant blonde about his sex life might not have been a good idea. Maybe if he talked to the Pole he could get him to call this whole, ridiculous bet off. But there was no time for that. A heavy hand knocked on Lithuania's door, startling both of them.
"Lithuania, open up~" Came the childish, sing-song voice that they both knew too well. The brothers looked at each other, eyes widened in fear, and frantically Estonia scrambled to his feet. Lithuania motioned towards his bathroom for hideout and the blonde quickly followed the direction.
"Lithuania~? I won't ask again."
"C-coming!"
Once the bathroom door shut, Lithuania unlocked and opened his main door, smiling nervously up at the larger nation and blocking any entrance into his room.
"Mr. Russia, what brings you here?"
The nation's normally present smile was missing, which meant that he was on a mission. Which meant that it would more than likely not end well for whoever he was looking for. The corners of his mouth lifted upward slightly at the sight of the other nation.
"Have you seen your brother?" Russia peered into the Baltic nation's room, over his head.
"Uh, which brother?"
"Estonia." Lithuania shook his head, trying not to tremble in the face of the large nation.
"No, I haven't. Maybe you should check his room?"
"I have. But I think I will check yours."
Lithuania could only stare in horror as Russia pushed him aside and entered his hotel room.
"B-but—!" He tried to protest, but Russia put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"If he is not here, then you have nothing to hide, da?" The Russian smiled. Lithuania nodded reluctantly, and prayed that Russia wouldn't head for the bathroom.
"But if he is here, you will regret not telling me," the nation mumbled, not noticing how pale Lithuania's face went, as he looked under the Lithuanian's bed.
"I'm telling you he isn't here, Mr. Russia."
"Then I will see to that myself."
The Russian clearly wasn't going to be deterred and Lithuania was closer to having a heart attack when Russia peered into his closet. He thought he might have actually had one when Russia opened his bathroom door and flicked on the light.
The room seemed empty. There was a toilet, a sink, a bathtub and shower curtain, but there was no Estonia standing there. Lithuania almost sighed with relief, but then Russia stepped in and looked around briefly before pulling back the shower curtain.
No!
Lithuania cringed, but the space was astonishingly absent of the other Baltic nation. Russia frowned and walked out, clearly feeling like he was missing something. He gave a forced smile to the Baltic state.
"What do you know, Lithuania, he is not here after all."
Lithuania nodded, still feeling his heartbeat in his ears.
"But if you see him, you will tell me, da?"
"Of course Mr. Russia."
Russia gave him a look that was a thinly veiled threat, before leaving and Lithuania shut the door behind him with a sigh.
"Eduard? You can come out now."
There was a sound like a crash coming out of the bathroom and Lithuania hurried back to it, seeing his brother crawl out from the large cabinet underneath the sink. Lithuania couldn't help but to smile, thinking how he never would have thought of hiding there.
"Are you okay? Sorry about that," he bit his lip and helped his brother to his feet, who nodded.
"Yeah, I just probably need a room to stay in now," he frowned, dusting himself off. "At least until everyone else is sober,"
"You're welcome to stay here. I'm sorry Feliks caused you so much trouble. He does that sometimes."
Estonia paused.
"How did you—?"
Lithuania smiled apologetically. "He told me a while ago. If it's any conciliation, I think it's noble of you to still have your virginity."
Estonia found his cheeks coloring, because for some reason, he never expected to have this conversation with his brother. He shook his head and looked away.
"No, there's nothing noble about it." There was a strange heaviness in his voice, but when he looked up, he was smiling slightly, the corners of his mouth strained at the edges. "But thank you, for allowing me to stay here."
Lithuania gave his brother a concerned look, but didn't press it. "Of course, I would do anything for you." He squeezed his brother's shoulder encouragingly and Estonia nodded.
"I know. I'm going to have a talk with Poland." Funny how he didn't look pleased about it. "Wish me luck." Estonia's expression was a strange mix of apprehension and hope and Lithuania wished him good luck before the blonde left.
He knew his brother would need it.
