The little continuation of the first story I did from the Kinkmeme. 3
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"So then Russia was all, 'Everyone will become one with Russia', and I was like 'HELL naw!' And then he pulled out his pipe, but I was all B-A-M-F with my gun and shit, and damn you should have seen me, I was WAY too cool-"
Greece hmmed in agreement while petting one of his cats, watching the young nation act out bits of the story with a small, happy smile. Blue eyes were bright as Alfred got to the point where he blocked the pipe with his gun-and wasn't that fuckin' awesome?- and Greece zoomed in on the way the muscles in Alfred's neck and arms were flexing. Really, Greece thought as his eyes slowly drew a line up to the animated pink lips, he might have to carry him off soon. Maybe kiss him now…? They hadn't had sex yet today, and Greece did have his reputation to uphold.
"And then- hey, are you listening?"
Greece just smiled as he stood up, letting the cat land on it's feet before scurrying off, and dropped a kiss to America's lips. It was too adorable how the boy's face blushed bright red.
"A-anyway, we need to think up costumes for Halloween! I am going to be throwing a big ass party, and everyone is invited, because you KNOW everyone else sucks at it-"
"Ganymede." Greece said, nodding slowly. Alfred's nose wrinkled.
"What?"
"Ganymede, you should go as him."
"…What does a fuckin' moon have to do about anything?"
Greece gave a small sigh. "Ganymede is a divine hero, prince, and known as the most attractive mortal in Greek mythology. I shall go as Zeus, if you wish." As Alfred's face lit up (because he had been begging for Heracles to go as his namesake since last year, and this was a victory that deviated from Greece's usual cat-costume) Greece dropped another kiss to the boy's lips, and started pulling him into the house. America's laughter rang out.
"Damn it, can you ever get enou-mmph!"
And honestly, Greece was very proud of himself for mastering the combo bridal-style pick-up kiss move. And he also decided there was nothing quite so nice as a squirming America in his arms, up until the point America was dropped onto the bed, and Greece remembered that he liked that better.
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