Drabbles between me and GamaariPro. Amer/Bela pairings. Romance, fluff, and cuteness abound. Enjoy!

Office Romance

Hospitality

Alfred panted as he raced down the halls, jacket flapping in the wind. The meeting with his leader had gone long, and had finally ended on a bad note when the man had thrown a temper tantrum and walked out in a huff. But it was the excuse he needed to leave himself, and try to get back to his office before his guest got too angry and left.

With a crash, he threw the door open, only to cringe at the sight of Belarus sitting behind his crowded and cluttered desk.

"Pryvitannie, Alfred." Natalia's cold eyes looked to him, stabbing him with her annoyance, even as she kept her face and voice blank. Slowly she slid off the desk, not even knocking over any of the papers, and straightened out the skirt of her normal dress. "You are late."

The man chuckled nervously, running a hand through his wheat-colored hair. Even a dense idiot like him could tell that she was annoyed as hell. "Sorry, the meeting went long. You know how it is, when no one wants to agree on anything?" he offered, eyes pleading for her to understand.

She looks at him for a moment longer then sighed as she tore her eyes from him. She nodded as her hands folded in front of her, back straight, all together very proper posture. "Dy I do... though I have had the same president since 1991, so almost the same problems since then."

He held back a sigh of relief as she backed off enough for him to breathe. Moving away from the door, he stretched, before slipping the bomber jacket off and hanging it from the coat hanger in the corner. "So," he started, pulling on his tie to loosen it from its stranglehold around his neck. "What would you like to do now that I'm all yours?" he asked, smiling at her.

Her glance turned slightly appreciative as he removed his bomber jacket to give her a slight better view of his torso shape. A small smile graced her lips for a brief moment then faded quickly. "When we made this arrangement I was not even sure what we would do. And since we are in your lands, you would have some clue of what is available here."

"Well, I'd say maybe a movie, but considering the anniversary coming up, it may be all rather depressing stuff," he offered, one hand rubbing his forehead for a second. The thin scar, hidden by his hairline, all ways grew a bit more stark during early September, and probably would for decades to come. "We could get something to eat, or," his eyes lit up at the sight of her standing in front of the desk, "we could do something else," he offered, slowly turning towards her.

"Something else?" Her voice held the curiosity the was reflecting in her eyes as she turned to fully face him. Natalia was being too curious for her own good, but felt it was safe to be with Alfred. "What would this something else be?"

A grin. Bingo! "Maybe this?" he offered before sealing his lips over hers, leaning her back against the wood of the desk. The blue of her dress and the pale brown of the desk were a nice contrast, but he didn't care about that as he wrapped the little Soviet in his arms.

"Mmm!" At first surprised by this her eyes were wide. Slowly she started to kiss back, eyes closing and arms wrapping around the younger nation. Relaxing happily into the kiss. He smiled into the kiss, tongue teasing her lips as his arms wrapped around her thin little waist. It had been months since they had a chance to get together alone from the other nations or even their Leaders, and he was of the mind to take advantage of that fact before feeding her. She was all bird bones in his grasp, and he was gentle as he pulled her against him.

Her hands slid up into his hair and her mouth opened as her tongue started to play with his. She missed this, she missed him. It was not often she could come over to Alfred's lands, and when she did it was mostly for work. Moving as close as she could to him getting lost in the kiss. The taste of cheeseburgers, soda, and a slight hint of mint.

God, she tasted good. Better than cheeseburgers. Even with the backbite of vodka, he loved the taste as the kiss deepened, growing more heated as her hands mussed his hair, pulling on the cowlick slightly. He gasped for air as they pulled back for a seconds, before diving back in, hand traveling up and down her spine, pulling at the bow of her apron, and letting it flutter to the ground.

Natalia shivered as sh let her need for him overtake her. Hands slide back down and pulled up his shirt to run her hands back up his back. Lightly touching skin, teasingly. Alfred always seemed to know how to get to her. Make her relax, laugh, and even go crazy with raw need. He was a man that could handle her. Her hands slid around the front, quickly starting to undo his shirt, until reaching his tie; pulling out one of many knives, she cut the flimsy material so she would not have to give up the kiss.

Alfred snickered into the kiss as the knife's metal kiss parted the fabric of his tie. He never cared for them anyway. He shrugged out of his dress shirt, bare arms wrapping back around her as he nibbled on her lips, hands unsnapping the buttons of her dress, discarding a throwing knife that was in her pocket. Silly woman and her sharp pointy things. Then again, to tame her would make her lose much of her charm.

Leather-clad hands caressed her shoulder blades, lips moving to worship the soft skin of her neck and collar bones. She lowered her arms to let the dress fall from her body, revealing every last bit of her undergarments that were surprisingly black and lacy. The last two of her knives were now very visible, the tiny one in her bra and the other attached to her garter-belt. Her left hand lightly and slowly glided down his chest playing with the bit blond hair there. It felt nice under her touch. Her right hand moved down behind him, still holding the first knife, with every intention of cutting his belt off and pants open.

He smirked against the skin of her soft neck, left hand grabbing the elbow of her arm. "You can destroy the belt, but not my dress pants," he offered, other hand playing with the elastic of her garter. "Seriously, destroy my cameos, my jeans, my shorts, but not the dress pants," he ordered, tossing the garter knife to the side, the one from her bra following a few seconds later.

Natalia pulled back slightly to give him a look as though to say 'You think you can order me?' She only really took orders from her brother since his influence was great in her nation. After all, seventy percent of her people spoke Russian and prefer Russia. But Alfred was different, and she was going to playfully challenge his authority. Pulling her elbow free she swiftly cut his belt, then reached to do the same to his pants.

He smirked again as she moved to ignore his 'suggestion.' "Natalia, beautiful one, snowflake of my heart, don't defy me," he purred, one hand reaching up to tug on her ribbon, the other gently removing the final knife from numb and quivering fingers.

Gasping, she shivered as her eyes momentarily rolling into the back of her head at the tugging of her ribbon. She had to take a moment to compose her self and grin back to him. "You know, my dear handsome man, I do not take orders well."

He laughed, before hoisting her up onto the desk, sweeping it clear with a swipe of his hand. Papers fluttered to the ground, a handful of flash drives bouncing off the carpet, and a stuffed chocobo Japan had gifted him a few months ago. "It's part of your charm," he offered, pulling his pants off, till he was bare for his boots and boxers. She smirked at him and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. Then she took one of his hands and bit at the tip of his middle finger and pulled the glove off with her teeth. All the while looking up at him with teasing eyes.

A shuddering breath as his gloves were slowly pulled off. Warm hands reached to play with her chest, massaging and rolling and gently pinching in the way he knew she liked. He waited till she was distracted, before rolling his hips into hers, grinding and pushing them together. Softly moaning, Natalia leaned in to claim his lips and lightly drag her nails down his biceps. Encouraging him and a slight challenge in dominance. Like a cat showing it's claws in a playful manner. He groaned at the application of nails, enjoying the slight burn of pain fading away to warmth. He angled himself, making sure to grind against her clit as he nipped and licked at her neck and lips, hands kneading her rear as he pulled her into his hips.

She was gasping and moaning at almost every action, grinding back with need. "Alfred~" She reached down and grabbed the elastic of his boxers, trying to take control of this now.

He grinned through the thick haze of pleasure before pulling her lacy underwear off, batting her hands away from his waistline. When she moaned in annoyance, he chuckled as he ran a hand over her curls, teasing her long enough to ease his boxers off. She was moaning out as he played with her curls and her legs started to wrap around him to pull him in closer. A light whimper escaped her as she pulled him in for a deep kiss. While one hand slid down in between to massage him. His eyes crossed slightly at the surprise of a cool hand around him, but kissed her fiercely as he teased her, fingers running over her curls, and diving into her folds. It was all teeth and tongue, and moist everything as he rocked into her, sinking into her core. Natalia gasped loudly followed by a heavy moan into the kiss. Her hands shot up to his shoulders to hold on to him. Keeping her legs around him, holding on to him as though he was her line to sanity. He was rougher this time, moaning against her lips as he took her. One hand was wrapped around her hand, the other digging long fingers into her thigh as they moved together, ignorant of the loud gasps and moans that filled the office.

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, practically clawing, as she grew louder and louder. Her raw need meeting his. Slightly pants were escaping her lips. Him groaning as he leaned the pair of them onto the desk, both hands wrapped around her thigh and hips as he tried to hang on until she finished. It hit her in a rush and she threw her head back crying out in pleasure. Tightening around him as her claw dragged down his back. He followed right behind her, a groaning yell ripping from his throat as everything was absorbed in heat and pressure and the glowing love he felt for the pale woman in his arms. He gasped for air as he collapsed, trying not to place all his weight on her as he struggled to catch his breath.

She fell back on his desk heavily panting. Her eyes holding every ounce of love and tenderness she felt towards this man, as she looked to him. Mentally cursing their distance and other obstacles that kept them apart, but she would not trade these moments. Shocked by her own thoughts she forcefully cleared her head and smiled to him. "Handsome."

He smiled as he cuddled next to her, pushing her up farther onto the desk so her legs weren't dangling over the lip. "Beautiful," he whispered reverently.

"I am starting to think a vacation is needed for me." Natalia cuddled close to him. Her hand reached out to touch his chest, or arm, or any part of him that she could reach. "Dy, a vacation from all of Europe and Russia."

"Well, and I suppose it is my duty to escort the lady where ever she may wish to go." He grinned into her chest before looking up. "So what would you care to dine on tonight? I'm sure we can find you something to sink your teeth into?"

"Hmmm, I am not sure, as long as I have your company I would not mind eating where ever we can." She smiles while she was petting his hair.

He hummed slightly as he curled up next to her, arms wrapped around her and head resting on her chest. "Well, we can go whenever you like. Just, after a few minutes," he mumbled, trying not to drift off in her arms.

"Mhm." Was her only response as she cuddled him close, petting his hair. Beginning to relax and happy to not move just yet.