So, I suck. I know it's been more than a month and I have nothing but excuses. Instead of excuses, I'm going to say this to anybody who watched Torchwood: I just finished the third season and WTF... Just... WTF...
Oh, and I don't think I put up a disclaimer last time, so I don't own Hetalia. Ever.
Anyway, the story now.
Edit: This was requested by Chocola Emo Shizzle, which you might have guessed because it's in parentheses beside the prompt. Forgetful non-editing on my part, my apologies.
Today, my husband discovered that whispering anything in my ear will turn me on. He turned to me and whispered 'cheeseburger' in my ear. Unfortunately, I moaned. Now he now laughs about it with our roommate. FML
Ivan and Matthew watched as Alfred flittered around getting ready for his 'Super Super Scary Movie Night'. The large Russian was happily thinking of the things he would do to Alfred's prone, bent over figure if Canada was not there, when he thought of the discovery he had made last night. Grinning, he leaned over to speak lowly to the younger male.
"I can make your brother moan with one word."
Matthew frowned and leaned back.
"I didn't want or need to know that."
"No, it will be funny. Alfred!"
The blond in question turned to face the two men, grin in place.
"Yeah?"
"I have secret for you. Come here."
America raised a brow and, always a lover of secrets, walked forward to bend his head by the Russian's mouth. Ivan pulled him closer; making sure his breath would caress the younger man's ear. Then, in a voice just loud enough for the Canadian to hear, he whispered, "Cheeseburger."
The word elicited the wanted response. America moaned lowly then straightened-up quickly, bright red tinting his cheeks. Canada stared at him incredulously for a few moments before bursting into laughter.
"Did you moan because of the word 'cheeseburger'?"
Alfred's blush deepened.
"No."
"Yeah, you did. You're such a fat ass!"
"It happens whenever he whispers anything in my ear! I swear!"
Canada continued laughing.
"It's anything! Russia!"
Ivan smiled blankly and made no comment. America made an aggravated noise and stormed off.
"You're not bringing your pipe in the bedroom again!"
Canada frowned suddenly while Russia's smile widened.
"We will see, dorogoy."
Matthew stood up, mumbled something about owing Prussia money and bid Russia goodnight before leaving. Smiling, Russia picked up his pipe and followed his lover into their bedroom.
Why do most of my ficlets end with insinuated sex?
If you're wondering, Matthew just lost a bet that Russia doesn't use his pipe in the bedroom.
Review please?