Alone with Big Brother France- Job Interview with Germany.
"So, what else do you think qualifies you for this job?" Germany grunted, tired of having to put up with France for the entire interview. Why would the Frenchman even need a job at a car factory? But alas, the rules for equal employment must be upheld.
"Well, I have, you could say, superior social skills." France winked. "Even if the customer is a social recluse who's never seen a bare man or woman and spends all his time watching Naruto, I will find a way to get in their pants!"
"Nien!" Gemany slammed the table. "First of all this is a respectable company! We do not rape customers, even Narutards! Second, the position you checked as being interested in is manufacturing trunk parts!"
France chuckled a dirty little laugh. "I am interested in a great number of positions, Monsieur Germany. The junk to do with the trunk is merely my, ah, current favorite."
Germany face-palmed. The French knack for innuendo. Just what he needed an hour before his shift ended. "I'm sorry, France, but…"
"Oh?" France interrupted, "Is Monsieur Germany not a fan of –*insert inappropriateness*-?" Germany merely glared, not sure what to say in the face of such obvious perversion.
As soon as Germany let his guard down, as a little straight part of his soul died, Evil France kicked in. In mere moments, there were red and blue garments littering the floor, a red rose somewhere it shouldn't be, and cat ears on a certain Frenchman's head.
It happened so quickly, our friend Germany was down to his boxers before a single Italian fantasy could enter his head, and hands were already sneaking to unmentionable places before he could process how to react.
"Napoleon did mention that Germans made great wives." France chuckled as he nibbled on a particular German's ear.
For rating restraints, we'll have to cut out the rape, and all its juicy details. I'll leave that to your pervy little fanbrains. But I will say, those handcuffs were stressed almost to their limit. Germans are hard to constrict.
A/N I'm sorry, I lack the willingness to actually write something like that. ^^'
Random pairings decided solely by my Eurovision playlist! Lets cross our fingers for something good XD
Btw, this is my second Hetalia fic. My other one is a Lithuania x Poland, but I feel really stuck with it. So, big brother France is helping me relieve sexual tensions (no, not really. Just a nod at the –hilarious- English dub.)
For my fellow Americans, Eurovision is a European song contest. Europe is that place west of Asia, where we got forks, fireworks, and wonderful wonderful manga.