We're Kinda Busy Chapter 1: russia the CLUB HOPPER?, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

SP13: Hey ya'll! I was bored, & my mum let me drive the car (finally!) And the song "Telephone" by lady gaga was playing and has been in my head all day, so this was born (: Russia is a clubber? Who knew? Germany did…

OOC russia! UKE!russia! no like, no read! but if you like... (: read on, my little children!

Germany groaned slightly. He was at one of the place he hated the most; a club. Italy had managed to convince him to some and he had never felt out of place, especially in the clothes Italy made him wear. He was wearing a skin tight black t shirt, black leather pants, and his usual boots. "Goddamnit, Feliciano…" he said as another song began to play and the people around him cheered out happily, before moving and grinding on anyone and anything.

Hello, hello, baby;
you called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see…
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me…
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.

He didn't know what to do. Sure, he liked the song, but he didn't know how to dance; at all. He just let the random bodies push him around like a ragdoll. He looked around to find Italy, but the little brunette was nowhere to be found. 'he's probably shagging some girl in the bathroom…' he thought, and looked around still, not expecting to see someone he knew… but that's exactly what happened.

Just a second,
it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh…
You shoulda made some plans with me;
you knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.

Germany didn't believe it when he saw it. At first all he saw was beige blonde hair being flung wildly from left to right, so he just dismissed it. As he found himself being pushed in that direction by a ton of different people, he saw more of the figure. The man was wearing a purple shirt that stopped above his rib cage, exposing a lean pale midriff, with a … Germany almost choked on saliva; his belly button was pierced! The man also had on black leather pants, but his started just below his pelvis bone. But it was his face that he instantly recognized.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

"I...Ivan?" he asked in a hushed whisper. He didn't move towards the dancing man, no matter how much he wanted to. The other man's body moved so… seductively, it drove the German almost insane! A girl moved over to Russia, and boldly began dancing on him. Russia's violet eyes snapped open, and he pushed the offending woman away. The girl, glared up at him, but walked away. Russia ran his fingers through his hair and said to an obvious drag queen, "Ugh. I hate new comers. They should know, never dance with someone when he makes his sexuality clear," and began dancing again.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

That statement, simple as it may be, confused the hell out of Germany. 'Made his sexuality clear? Does that mean Ivan is…' he thought, making the fatal mistake of stopping his sway. He was once again pushed forwards, and this time it was straight into Russia.

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Germany almost knocked the both of them over. "WTF? Who the hell-"Russia began, before looking at the other man, eyes widening. "L-Ludwig?" He was at a loss for words. There was a short silence between them, before a girl screamed, "Dance with him, yo! He obviously wants to!" Russia blushed before he started to dance on Germany, grinding his hips into the other man.

Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'cause I'll be dancin'.

'Cause I'll be dancing'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!

The whole thing took Germany by surprise, considering the fact he was expecting Russia to smash his face in, right then and there. But apparently that wasn't the case. "Why are you here? I thought these types of places weren't your thing, da?" he heard Russia say, just loud enough so that only he could hear. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he said jokingly," Feliciano made me come." "Lil' Feli made you come? Ohh, details, details!" Russia said, managing to fluster the other man. " and I'm here because… well, the clubs in Russia suck, well at least to me, and the club goers in Paris, don't know me as 'that psychotic dude we better avoid,'da. I know what you guys think of me and it's not entirely true. Get to really know someone before you judge them…" The last part came out sounding a little hurt, and that made Germany feel really bad.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Russia quickly turned, "look, I'm not here to feel bad, m'kay? I'm here to dance; maybe even fuck someone. And since you're here…." He said, smiling like a minx, and began grinding there groins together. Germany gasped in surprise that Russia was acting so… flirtatious. It was actually quite the turn on.

Can call all you want,
but there's no one home,
you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there's no one home,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!

M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
and I'm sippin' that bub,
and you're not gonna reach my telephone!

Russia was letting out small moans and mewls, all the while looking at Germany with big, innocent violet eyes. Germany gulped as he felt a familiar strain in his groin. Russia obviously felt it and smirked. He dropped down to Germany's groin area, before slowly rising, stopping at his ear and whispering, "Do you wish to do to the hotel room I booked? We can do whatever we want and No one will ever know. Yavlyayut·sya spravits sya s etoĭ zadachyeĭ, da?" then licking the shell of Germany's ear. And that was all it took, Germany grabbed Russia's wrist and they darted out of there, cat calls following them out.

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SP13: okay that is only like the fist part of a two shot story. the next part involves... another random song by Lady gaga... that one will be the reason this is rated M ):3 so yeah... BAI!