Hi everyone! First story and it's rated M... I feel so bad~ Anyway, I sadly do not own Hetalia... *Nearly cries from reality*
Today, his brothers had gone off to a well-deserved vacation. He was the only one in the house. "Hng…" He sat up straight, body shaking as sharp breaths of air passed through thin lips. Green eyes became dazed and unfocused yet he tried to continue his paperwork. "Hah… ah…" sharp breathes slowly turned relaxed and even. The hazy state of mind began to stabilize, allowing him to focus on his work once more. He heard the front door opening and closing, yet his brothers' vacation should have lasted the entire week…
The soft sound of footsteps reached his ears. For a brief moment, he wondered who could have gotten in the house. "Hah!" his body shook once more as he gasped. The sound of the study's door no longer reached him. "Hng…" whimpers escaped his lips. He jerked in surprise as a hand combed through his blonde hair. His dazed eyes met with amused brown. "Hnn… ah… hah…" his body continued to quiver as the same hand traveled from his hair to his chest.
"Have you missed me?" the voice was sultry and sweet yet the words seemed more of a demand than an inquiry. It took his hazy mind a few seconds to understand the question. "Y-yes… hng... ah… hah!" his breath hitched as the visitor's hand roamed around his chest. "Hmm… Is that so?" the other sounded pleased by his answer. "Nah ah!" he reached up to clutch onto the other's shirt as he was held. How he wished to close his eyes, but he knew better. Instead, he tried his best to watch the other's actions. However…
"Hah ah!" he could no longer follow what was happening. "How lovely." He arched into the hand tracing patterns on his chest. "Hah ah… hah…" In his mind, he apologized repeatedly to his brothers… and his lover… The other's free hand guided his own upwards until he could comb fingers through soft brown hair. "M-master… hah… ah!" he could vaguely hear words of approval and praise from the brunette, along with the other's chuckle.
"Have you behaved yourself?" they both knew the answer to that question, yet he could not vocalize it. When he tried, a sob was all that went through his lips. Tears began to flow nonstop as he apologized to the brunette. In his mind, he recalled the times he and his lover had kissed… the times they had touched… the things they had done… "I'm s-sorry! I l-lo… love Master the m-most!" he said similar lines repeatedly, clutching tightly onto the brunette. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" the brunette gently combed through his hair once more.
So, what do you think?