The wall was simply colored, and certainly not entertaining enough to keep Rome's interest. Germania could tell, and raised a few more mental shields in anticipation. Offices lined the hall, marring that boring wall. They were labeled with the names of countries, but they were all empty, their occupants sitting beyond the door that Rome and Germania couldn't follow into.
"The old guy let us come down to see everyone, and this…!" Rome was getting impatient. Germania sighed, glancing at him cautiously. He was always careful not to incite an unwarranted reaction from his spontaneous companion.
Ah, but being careful isn't really enough, with Rome.
"Hey, when was the meeting supposed to be over?" the brunette suddenly queried, glancing to a clock and inferring the time, "We have… hm… a little while, right?" Germania didn't reply verbally, just nodding, "You want to waste that time on something more fun?"
The blonde wrinkled his nose, glaring at Rome, "…is that all you can think about? Ever?"
Arguably, it was what the Roman normally thought about. There isn't a lot to think about when wasting days in heaven for years and years. He said so, "Mn, with you, that's the only thing I crave…"
Germania stepped away, frowning at him, "Look, it's only a couple of minutes… Can't you abstain for even that long, idiot…?"
"Never~" A swift response, he took a step closer, edging with a grin.
"No. I refuse." Equally swift, Germania turned around, sprinting to an office with his son's flag on the plaque, diving under the desk. It wasn't the best hiding spot, by any means, but the blonde really wasn't so good at subtlety amongst modern things.
Rome didn't actually see which room he ran to, wandering down the hallway with a skip in his step, peeking into each one, "Hm~ you're wasting the time we have~" And at first, Germania took that to be a good thing. Until he was caught. Rome dove at his legs, holding him there so that he couldn't flee, "We can't waste anymore time and not get caught, columba~" The pinned nation flushed, struggling to escape. Rome crawled forward, pressing a kiss against the tightly frowning lips, "Unless you want to get caught, in which case we ought to take our time…"
"Nngh, get off, fine, get off," spat the German, squirming free and out the other side of the desk, pointing at it with a tilt of his head as Rome emerged from underneath. It wasn't that he was really so easily swayed. It was more that he knew that Rome would find some way to force him, in the end, and he did not (did not) need anyone walking in to see. It was easier to just give in.
He hopped onto the desk, pushing aside some carefully stacked paperwork. It fell to the floor in an awe-inspiring heap, but neither of them noticed, what with Rome crushing his lips against the barely-responding German's, purring and palming at him in a way that made the more stoic man cringe and buck. It was horrible.
He loved it.
A few reviews and I'll think about writing a little continuation for after the meeting lets out ouo
Because I just don't really want to finish this smut. Sorry y'all, I'm just not into it lately, as much as I love these two (SEE EGO NON POSSUM FOR THE DEETS ON THAT, orz).