Hetalia drabbles
Very Responsive aka The Go To Word in fanfiction
(I've noticed that in fanfiction everyone's always "very responsive" during sex. I do it too. I think every ff writer does. But just once I'm going to make fun of it. And who better to do it with than Al?)
Finally! Francis Bonnefoy thought smugly. He'd finally lured Alfred away from Angleterre! The stuffy older man had been busy discussing protocol with Germany and it had been easy to lure the younger away with promises of hamburgers. And now Alfred was with him. All alone. Honhonhon~!
He slid behind Alfred's chair where he was chowing on his precious burger and slid his arms slowly around America from behind. Then he engaged in the patented Francis Bonnefoy Seduction Technique 1: The Sensual Murmur™. "Does it taste good Amérique?"
Nothing. No shiver, like he got from Italy, no soft blush graced Alfred's cheeks like it had Japan's. "Oh yeah dude its great! Oh man I love hamburgers! They're so yummy and delicious and better than anything even your food France! But I mean who wouldn't prefer a juicy, hot hamburger over snails man? That's just gross! Hahaha!"
France gritted his teeth and refrained from comment. His hand twitched, wanting to come up and massage his brow as he often did around Jones but he refrained. Seduction, he reminded himself. Seduction. He tried again.
This time he sprawled next to America, invading his personal space and throwing an arm around the back of his chair, crowding close. Time to move onto the Francis Bonnefoy Seduction Techniques two and three: The Crowd Pleaser and the Close Up. A deadly combination. He grasped Alfred's chin and tilted him up to face Francis who then smiled his best dazzling smile. "Undoubtedly. Tell me Amérique-" Here he stopped to ever so lightly brush the line of Alfred's jaw, a definite sensitive zone. When nothing happened he almost frowned but chose to forge on. "Do you bring this appetite with you to bed?"
There was a pause. Alfred blinked at him. "Man I wish but England says that its gross and rude to eat in bed and I leave crumbs all over the place." A tic was developing in Francis' left eye.
"We could" He swallowed and pulled out his secret weapon- The Closer. He seductively climbed into Alfred's lap and hovered over his mouth, just a hairsbreadth from kissing him so that their lips phantom brushed each other as he spoke. "indulge each other. I bet you're..." He slid his hand under the collar of the superpower's shirt to caress the back of his neck. "So voracious and responsive in bed."
"Well," came a smug voice from the door. "You're half right." Francis stiffened. "He's certainly... greedy" The twist of Arthur's lips implied what exactly Alfred was greedy for. "But" He strode over to the American who was finishing his burger. "He's certainly not responsive. If you want to get his attention-" England's hand, deceptively slim, buried itself in Alfred's hair and then wrenched. "You have to be be more forceful."
Between them Alfred's eyes were wide as he looked up at Arthur and suddenly the bright robin blue of his eyes was deepening to the hazy color of lazy summer days. Arthur looked down at him. "Come along lad. We'll order in." Then he turned and walked away with a sway of his hips, completely confident that Alfred would be following. France abruptly found himself dumped on his ass. "See ya later France!" And then he sped out the door leaving poor Francis on the floor with both a bruised ego and behind. Well...
However not one to dwell on his failures he got up, brushed himself off and stepped outside. By a stroke of luck Kiku was passing by. France sidled up behind him. "Tell me Japan," he leaned down to whisper in the other nations ear. "How are you feeling today?"