Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of its characters in this fanfic.
AN: This is purely for the sake of my entertainment, Hetalia lovers' entertainment and my dear sweet Vodka (Nickname for a person, I am not an alcoholic). My first Hetalia fanfic, my third fanfic altogether.
I like cake, do you?
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAPAN-SAN!!"
All of Hetalia's cohorts chant in celebration of Japan's birthday. As they all clap and cheer, Sweden wheels out an enormous cake laced with exquisite icing and lavished with substantial amounts of chocolate and vanilla flavoured toppings.
"BON APETIT!" roars a naked France after exploding from the hole within the centre of the layered dessert. Obviously covered in icing, Japan is tackled by France and is devoured on the floor. Meanwhile, Germany, Italy and Russia are calmly observing the invasion of Japan by France.
Italy is watching intently whilst biting his lip to restrain himself from sexually attacking Germany who in fact is standing in between both Italy and Russia, trying as much as possible to conceal the blood that is heavily leaking from his nostrils.
Russia, in the meantime, gets a dangerous idea… He glances in the direction of his lover and sees America engaging in a conversation with England.
'Probably another democratic debate on whether gay marriage should be allowed,' thinks Russia, 'I don't know what all the fuss is all about. But in Soviet Russia, you don't marry gays, GAYS marry YOU.'
Russia raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
"Better put operation 'Cake' into action," says Ivan to no one in particular.
"OH ALFRED-SAN! Have some cake, da?" calls out Ivan. After getting Alfred's attention, he summons America with his index finger, indicating 'Come here bitch.'
America adjusts his glasses innocently (in the most nerdy but sexy way possible) and obeys Russia.
"Good boy... Cake?" asks Russia, holding out a delectable slab of cake on a spoon, which looks ready to topple over at any minute.
America licks his lips, opens his mouth and leans towards the spoon. Suddenly, Russia spreads the contents of the overflowing spoonful of cake onto the front of his own pants.
"Oh dear… What a waste of perfectly good cake…" says Russia, ruthlessly looking into America's eyes and with lustful smirk written on his face.
America's eyes twinkle with excitement and soon after, begin to burn with passion.
"Oh we can't have that can we?" growls America seductively.
With that, America descends on Russia…
Russia thinks to himself before surrendering,
"I like cake."
[End]
AN: Everybody loves Swedish desserts.