In this story your Mister Austria and the other is Russia, It was done for a friend on DeviantArt. Enjoy
It was the end of a long nine hour meeting, which as usual got nothing accomplished! It was the same as every other World Meeting, Germany trying to get things under control, America sprouting nonsense that wont really help the world in anyway possible, Japan agreeing with America, as Switzerland became angry at the Japanese nation. China trying to force his snacks on everyone, France and England at each others throats, Spain offering Russia a chance to give is ideas, the Baltics being spooked by Belarus, Hungary beating Prussia to bloody pulp with a frying pan. Its the same thing everytime! And honestly you were sick and tired of it!
"Shame...we never get anything done, in those sorry excuses of a meeting!" you thought angerily as you made way to your dark blue Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe that was parked carelessly under an oak tree. In all honesty, your grateful that you have a car, but its not the one you wanted...your boss gave it to you, to keep the look of "Class" for your country. The car you wanted was actually a Ferari 458 Spyder! I mean what kind of guy doesn't want those fast sport cars? Almost every male nation has one! Well except Russia that is, he still behind the generation. You heard from Estonia he still hasn't learned how to work Email.
You sighed heavily as you collapsed into the driverseat, you placed your hand under your glasses and over your eyes, slightly messaging your forehead for you had a slight headache.
You sat in silence, for it relaxed you, cool air tussled your hair and toyed with 'Mariazell' as it chilled your body. But the silence didn't last long for you felt a heavy hand on your head suddenly!
You jumped which upset your glasses causing them to fall onto the floor and under the brake, he cursed in Austrian and glared up at the one who the hand belongs to. It was none other than Russia! He was beaming down with a large smile "Allo, Comrade Austria!"
You shoved down any and every nasty thing you wanted to say to the chubby nation but instead began acting the part of a classy nation. "Guten Abend, Russia..." you said calmly though a hint of annoyance slipped into your voice. Russia continued to smile a you which started to tick you off "What is it?" you ordered. Russia removed his hand and gave a sympathic look towards you "Mr. Austria? May I ride home with you?" he asked you out of the blue, thus causing you to be taken by surprise "Don't you have a car?" you asked. He poked his lower lip out and said "Well...actually my car is broken...it wont start." he said softly, from your position it seemed like his ears was red from embrassament. You took in the situation and picked it over, but finally you decided on just taking him with you.
After he climbed in you began to drive away, glad you could finally put the meeting behind you.
The bar was loud and full of life, France was wooing the women there, Germany was keeping Italy calm, the poor nation was fretting about lying to his younger self. Russia was watching America, Prussia, and Denmark singing loudly and off tone to a popular song, the way they laughed and hung onto each other proved that they were drunk. Russia turned to the left only to find England snoring loudly "Its funny how can not hold his liquor." Russia said giggling as he looked over at you. You downed another shot of your wine Gruner Veltliner, the fruity rich flavor slid down your throat. You slammed your glass down with a gasp, not really enjoying the taste. A light feathery blush tinted you cheeks "Ja. Funny..." you grumbled causing Russia to tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Is something bothering you Mr. Austria?" he asked, you noticed the worried look swimming in his amethyst eyes. You looked over at the large male, debating rather or not he was worth telling the truth, you settled with pouring more of the the wine and downed it. "Mr. Austria?" he asked sadly.
You gave a defeated sigh and said "Its just...I'm sick of how my boss is putting out an image of us Austrians being classy, when in reality we're nothing like that!" you growled, your hand gripped the glass, shaking slightly out of anger, upsetting the liquid inside. "What? Your not classy?" he asked sounding truely surprised.
You just sat there, staring at the maple wood counter. "No, Im not..." you snapped at him, as you reach forward to pour another shot. When suddenly Russia grips your arm and shakes his head "Nyet. Mr. Austria you should have some of my special "water" he said pouring you some of his Vodka. You simply blink at him as he gave you some and brought the bottle to his lips only to take a hefty swallow of the drink.
You follow his lead and down your own, you shiver as your face heats up and your throat burns. "Ufu~ Your face is funny when you drink vodka!" the large male said entering a giggling fit. You just glare as you order your own bottle of beer and swallow mouthful after mouthful. "Ah-! Now that, is a true mans drink!" you say with a hearty laugh taking another hearty swig from the bottle.
After about two bottles of beer, your face was a dark shade of red, your over coat hung off your shoulders your white dress shirt open half way. You smiled drunkenly as you chuckled to yourself "Russia, remember when I told you about me not being as I seem...?" the large nation nods "Well, Im not! To be honest..." you fall silent, you reach up to toy with your ahoge. "To be honest...I'm actually quite submissive." you say.
"I find it all to easy to do what others say. I feel really uncomfortable stating my mind or suggesting against others thoughts or opinions..." you said "But what about the time in the store? You know when you shouted out?" Russia asked confused "That...that was because I was told too. You didn't see her but told me to do it. She was behind me." You say giggling as you swallowed another shot of Beer.
Russia giggled "I thought you were the type that was more...I believe the term Japan has is Seme." he said with a chuckle. You couldn't help but laugh, you heard that term before, for you tend to have Hungary around "No, I'm much more Uke."
Russia was about to say something but he noticed tanned hands slip around your neck, it was Hungary. She was standing behind you and she kissed you cheek, neck, then lips. You heard a whistle from behind and knew who it was Prussia "Kesesese, look Austria and Hungary are totally go-ACK!" Germany gripped his brothers tie and yanked it.
Just as you were about to deepen the kiss Hungary pulled away, you both were feeling flustered and yet you both enjoyed it. You watched Hungary walk away as a giggle escaped your lips. "Mrs. Hungary has a nice body, da?" you heard Russia say.
"Ja, she does, and a nice tushy." you say laughing "I always liked her body. She has a nice figure and is very fit. Oh not to mention her bosoum...un like your sisters." you add, Russia gave a slight warning growl which you ignored. "Can you imagine becoming one with that?" Russia adds laughing "You guys would have a nice children! And think about the fun you would have a lot of fun, you know...doing it." Russia said enviously.
you could only watch him in shock, but you couldn't help but picture the whole thing in your head, you and Hungary invading each others regions 'becoming one' as Russia would say. You immediately felt excited just thinking of the moment in everyones life that they dream of.
You laugh and Russia smiled, add the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about their own loves lives and love types and drinking.
It was near midnight when you two left the bar and were making your way home. You and the other were getting away to go, but you remembered Russia's car "Hey Russia...do you need a ride home?" you asked.
The other simply shook his head "Nyet, I'll be fine, China's house is near by...I'll sleep there." he said "I just wanted to spend time with you..." he said blushing. You looked surprised "You did?" you asked, the other nodded and you blushed as you opened your car door "Da. And spasibo for spending time with me." he said approaching you.
He stood over you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, he pulled away and dashed off into the darkness waving.
You smile and shake your head before settling in the car and starting it up "What an interesting drinking buddy, Russia is." you say driving away. You were glad that you found someone who you are able to finally be yourself with, and confide in. Be who would've guess it would been Russia?
Okay Now whos next?
Reviews please, and tell me who you want to be next.