Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Title: A Day at the Beach
Rating: T
Warnings: Fem!America, Fem!Russia, Fem!Spain, weight issues, nudity, heavy flirting
Summary: Russia wants to go to the beach. America wishes she had her brother's hoodie to hide in.
AN: This was kind of inspired by Amicably Apathetic who suggested dieting, which I may actually get to.
"Abigail."
America turned away from the voice. She curled up around her pillow.
"Wake up."
America shook her head and stretched her arm over her eyes. Just because the sun was up didn't mean she needed to get out of bed yet. Today was Saturday and the meetings were over. She was so not leaving her pillow until noon.
Russia pressed a kiss against her neck. America arched towards her. Russia was pleasantly cool in the Spanish summer heat. "Should I drag you out of bed, my lazy little American?"
America grunted.
Russia left her neck and wrapped a hand around her ankle.
America sat up. "Hey, no need—"
Russia smirked and pulled her until America slipped off the bed. She landed on the floor. "Ow! I said I was getting up."
Russia giggled. "You were being slow and that was fun. You are so cute in the morning. So dazed and quiet."
"Then why wake me up?" America glared up at her and noticed Russia was carrying a large, yellow plastic bag. She was wearing a purple swimsuit, a white skirt wrap, and a broad-brimmed hat. "What are you up to?"
"We are going to the beach."
"Beach?" America started to panic.
Russia held out her right arm. Her left arm carefully balanced the bag to keep stuff from falling out. America grabbed her hand and pulled herself up. "We are going to the beach. You promised me."
"I did? When?" She couldn't go to the beach! The last time she had visited the gym was before Christmas. America refused to wear anything skin tight until she could see the outline of her abs.
"You promised me anything last night." Russia leaned down and kissed her. "Don't you remember?"
America blushed. She was pretty sure she had promised Russia everything—including her copy of the first Superman comic and her top secret burger recipe—after Russia spent the whole day teasing her. Even giving her looks during the meeting and whispering promises during the breaks. And then when they returned to the hotel…
America pushed those thoughts away. She needed to find a way to put a hold on that promise or at least manage to avoid wearing a swimsuit. "I, ah, didn't bring a swimsuit right now!"
America smiled nervously at Russia.
Russia smiled back and dug through her bag. She pulled out a very familiar bikini. "I found this before we left. Your closet is a horrible mess but your flag made this easy to find."
America blushed. She should have chosen a black one or something else that would blend in with her lingerie but she loved that bikini. The left side was blue with stars and the right had red and white stripes. The bottom half also had the stripes. America managed to find a similar one each time an old one wore out. She never tired of stars and stripes bikinis.
"Towels?" She asked weakly.
"Already in the car. I also have sunscreen." Russia's smile melted into a sultry smirk. "I will make sure very carefully you do not burn."
America gulped.
Russia handed her the bikini. "You should get changed."
America nodded—what else could she do when Russia looked at her like that?—and ran into the bathroom.
"America?"
"Need to brush my teeth!" America claimed as she closed the door. She lifted her shirt—actually, it was Russia's shirt that she had put on to answer the door for room service delivery of an extremely early breakfast—and quickly put it back down.
She could do this. Russia would love her no matter what. America took off her shirt.
She tried to admire her body but her eyes kept drifting to her stomach. The skin was smooth without a single line of muscle. America moaned. "I should have gone to the gym after New Year's."
Then America had gotten busy with Haiti's Earthquake, Mattie's Olympics, the healthcare bill, Mardi Gras, the oil spill, the Stanley Cup…she had just been so busy.
Still, she should have found the time. America promised herself she would sign up with one of her armed forces and go to boot camp. That always did the trick.
"I am waiting." Russia called from the bedroom.
"Just a minute!" America slipped on the bottom and winced when she realized the knots needed to be loosened. America readjusted them and then put on the top.
America tried to smile as she tiled the halter. "Bright side: maybe my boobs got bigger."
The thought was painful; her butt always gained pounds before anything else.
"America, do you require help? I would not mind."
"Finished. Oh, but I don't have a cover-up." America looked at the ground. Their clothes were strewn all over the bathroom. They had undressed each other and enjoyed a lovely time in the bath. "Oh! Never mind. I have a pair of jeans."
America slipped on the jeans and put on yesterday's T-shirt. America walked out of the bathroom.
Russia frowned.
"What? I didn't bring a cover. So are you driving or I?"
"I have the keys."
America wasn't sure if Spain gave Russia permission to drive in her country but she probably should take it away. Well, Russia's driving wasn't that much worse than a taxi in New York.
She was pretty sure they reached the beach in record timing.
America spent the short ride convincing herself that only Russia and Spanish beach-goers would see her. Russia had seen and mapped every inch of America. Russia would still think she was beautiful in the light of day and without the heat of passion. Right?
Russia pulled into a parking spot, barely avoiding pedestrians.
America had barely opened the car door when a brunette popped up. "Hola América y Rusia!"
America hit the brunette with the door before she realized that the woman was Spain. "Jesus, don't scare me like that!"
Spain rubbed her side. "Lo siento. You're not dressed for the beach!"
America slammed the door behind her. "It's just under my clothing. I didn't realize we were going to the beach so…"
Spain smiled and grabbed her shirt. "Let me help you!"
South Italy appeared at her side. "Stop molesting people, weirdo!"
America pushed Spain towards South Italy. "I'm fine."
Russia appeared at her side. She somehow managed to look intimidating while wearing a sunhat and carrying a giant bag America usually associated with busy soccer moms. "Do not worry; if little America needs help removing clothing, she has my assistance."
"Thanks." America rolled her eyes. Russia was rather good at that. Too good at that sometimes.
Spain smiled as if Russia wasn't staring down at her threateningly. She probably had not noticed. "You two are the last to arrive. I'm glad you two joined us! I was kind of worried because you guys looked out of it yesterday."
South Italy started choking. Spain hit his back hard. "Don't die, my cute Romano!"
"I'm not dying, you idiot!"
America leaned close to Russia.
"You didn't say that the others would be here!" America hissed into her ear.
Russia giggled. "Spain announced this trip just before the meeting ended. I believe you were a bit distracted, da?"
"Well, that was your fault—don't look so smug!"
"I shall help you out of your shirt." Her hands tugged up on America's shirt.
"Vanya!" America struggled but Russia managed to remove the shirt before she could get away. America crossed her arms over her belly. She flinched when she felt the softness there. Not for the first time, America wished she had her twin's invisibility.
Spain squirmed her way between them and wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. Her feet probably weren't touching the ground. "You two are so pale! You should lay and tan with me."
France was suddenly at America's side. He snaked his arm around her waist. "And you do not need to be shy about taking off your top to avoid those pesky tan lines."
His hand settled on her ass and squeezed. America squeaked and shoved him down into the sand.
"Arthur raised you to be so mean, Amérique." France pouted and stood back up. He brushed sand off himself in a way that seemed indecent. "Why would you deny me something so delectable?"
America flinched at the last word. France knew she gained weight. He always got touchier when she put on the pounds and then he started making comments. America looked back at the parking lot and contemplated hiding in the car.
Suddenly, Spain's weight disappeared off her shoulder and Russia molded herself against America.
"I am not good at sharing, France." Russia's voice was cold and America wondered if she had managed to fit her pipe in the bag. "Perhaps Spain will be willing to join you."
"She will not!" South Italy appeared. He cursed France and all of his sheep before dragging Spain away.
"I guess not then." Russia smiled widely. "Perhaps you should find England or one of your colonies to molest. You would not want to find yourself buried in the sand as the tide came in, da?"
America snickered. Sometimes Russia was far from subtle.
Russia grabbed her hand and pulled to an empty patch of sand. She pulled out two towels and spread them out on the beach.
America looked around. She only saw people she knew. "There goes any chance of anonymity."
"What was that, dear?" Russia asked.
America stared down at the two huge towels on the sand, the stack of three more towels, a bottle of vodka, sunscreen, a mini cooler, two foam noodles, and a familiar metal pipe. "How on earth did you fit all that in the bag?"
Russia sat on one of the towels with her long legs stretched out. She smirked. "Come and sit with me. I believe I will need help with the sunscreen."
America sat down on the towel and stared at Russia. She threw away her old idea of one pieces being for prudes. Russia looked gorgeous. The tight material clung to her beautiful curves and the v-neck of the suit stopped just below her bust, giving America an excellent view.
Russia was so beautiful. She was very tall for a woman and Russia sometimes felt self-conscious about that. America thought that was stupid. Russia handled her height regally. She was the most graceful nation America knew and her generous curves fit her body so naturally.
How could America hope to compare?
Russia tossed her the bottle of sunscreen.
America squeezed a dollop onto her hand and leaned over Russia.
America playfully started with her nose. Russia glared at her, cross-eyed. America laughed and carefully spread the lotion on her forehead and cheeks. She spread the sunscreen as light as possible over Russia's scarred neck. Her hands worked their way down and gently rubbed the sunscreen across the exposed areas of Russia's chest. America grinned up at her. "Wouldn't want to burn these."
"No." Russia's smirk was lazy, like a cat basking in the sun.
America put more lotion in her hands and massaged it into Russia's arms. Then she traced down Russia's sides with her clean knuckles and put more lotion onto her legs. When America finally reached her ankles, she sat back, completely satisfied.
Russia stared at her. Her purple eyes were dark.
"Your back?" America asked. Her voice was husky.
"My hair would stick to it." Russia took off her hat and shook her hair free.
America stopped breathing for a moment.
Russia took the sunscreen from her hand. "It is my turn now, da?"
"Huh?" America asked, dazed.
"Come here. You need lotion too."
"Um, how about I just put the shirt back on? I don't think I want to swim today."
"I want to have fun, A-me-ri-ca." Russia pulled America to straddle her. She started on her back below her bikini. America gasped at her cool hands. She started to relax into her lover's touch.
Then Russia moved to her stomach. America tried to relax, she really did. But the feeling of the skin shifting with Russia's touch, so different than muscle, made her feel sick.
America pulled away and fell off of Russia's lap.
"Abigail?"
"Sorry! I'm..ah…going to find a bathroom!" America practically ran away with her arms covering her stomach.
America finally slowed down when she was certain Russia could not see her. She looked over her shoulder. Guilt gnawed at her. She should probably go back and apologize to Russia for acting funny but she really did not want to explain. Russia probably had already noticed and was just not mentioning the weight. Probably annoyed that America stopped going to the gym and let herself go.
A heavy weight crashed into her. America barely managed to hold herself up while legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her neck. Her assailant yelled in her ear. "Surprise attack!"
America paused for a moment, recognizing Prussia's voice and antics. Then she thrust her elbow back, hitting his ribs. "You already attacked me, you idiot!"
"I couldn't yell that before. That would be stupid." Prussia cackled. His laughter sounded like a villain in a horror movie. "I claim this country in the name of the Greatest Nation—"
America leaned back. She purposely fell backwards and landed hard on Prussia.
"Gah! I have taught you well."
"Nope." America hit her head back only hard enough to hurt. She didn't want to break his nose while the appendage was so close to her hair. "I'm just more awesome than you."
"No way!" Prussia shouted but removed his arms from her neck to check his face.
America stood up and brushed herself off.
Prussia sat up in the sand. "Man, you are getting heavy America."
America froze and stared down at Prussia. "What?"
"You're not exactly light anymore, girl. Maybe a few less hamburgers?"
America kicked him in the side and started walking back in the direction she came from. She was so going to hide in the car. If she ran into France again or England, her day would be ruined.
She managed to avoid Russia on the beach. Russia probably had gone into the water.
America crossed onto the parking lot and groaned. "What kind of car did we rent again?" She asked the sky.
She got no answer.
America walked down the aisle and looked for something familiar.
Finally, she spotted Russia's giant yellow beach bag. "Yes!"
And Russia leaning against the small car.
"Oh. Hi."
Russia sighed. "What have I done?"
America blinked several times. "Huh?"
"You do not want to stay by me. I do not understand. What have I done that keeps you from being affectionate with me?"
America closed the distance between them and grabbed her hand. "Nothing! I love you, Vanya!"
"You keep avoiding my touch. I thought we were fine after you helped me with the sunscreen but then you ran."
"It's not your fault!" America winced and squeezed her hand gently. "I'm just ashamed."
"Very well." Russia pulled her hand out of America's grip.
"Oh, no! I didn't mean that!" America leaned in and kissed her. Russia remained still. America pulled barely an inch away and cupped Russia's face. "You're beautiful, Vanya. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"We fight all of the time. Our people often do not get along."
"So? We're more than just politics." America kissed her again.
Russia placed a hand on her neck and deepened the kiss. When Russia finally pulled away, America was breathless. "Tell me what has you ashamed. If it is not I…"
"Vanya…I've probably gained ten pounds since Christmas." America said quickly and looked at the ground. "Can you forgive me?"
Russia's fingers dug into her neck. "What?"
"I know I am getting fat but I promise I will work it off!"
"You are not fat." Russia sounded angry.
"I am." America moaned. "Sorry. Like I said, I'll work it off."
Russia frowned. She looked upset, more upset than when America had to cancel a date because of work or broke a memento. "I am bigger than you. Do you find me unattractive?"
"What? No! You have lovely curves, Vanya. All my weight goes here." America poked her own stomach and flinched at the softness. "I just get pudgier and pudgier."
"Stop this stupidity, America." Russia stroked America's short hair. "Neither of us is at our peak but we are not starving either. I am glad the way we are."
"But—"
"If I thought you were 'getting fat' I would have told you so. And," Russia looped her fingers under the knot of America's halter bikini. "I would have encouraged more exercise."
"But we do that a lot already."
Russia giggled. "I am sure we could find more time for sex."
America hated herself for blushing. She didn't want to think of herself as a prude but sometimes saying things so bluntly made her a bit embarrassed. "I'm still getting back in shape."
"I said nothing against that." Russia kissed her cheek. "But you do not need to do this for me."
"I still need to. France always makes comments about me fitting in clothes. And England's not much better." America made a face.
"I do not care what other people think. I want to see you happy and in those shorts you call daisies. I am dating a younger woman." Russia slid her hand to America's hip and pulled her close. "I should get to enjoy that."
"You do not mind that I'm not as sexy—"
Russia slapped her butt.
"Ack!"
"I will be the judge of that. Anyone else who makes a judgment I shall deal with." Russia smirked. "Justice shall be dealt with a pipe."
"That's sweet of you, but I can just toss them into the ocean. Or a wall, if it's Francis or Cuba." America paused and then laughed. "You meant daisy dukes right? You called them slutty back in the day."
Russia raised an eyebrow.
America laughed again. "Alright, I'll dig out a pair."
Russia held out her hand. "We should go swimming. I am not often able to enjoy such warm weather."
"Sure. Hey, when's the last time we went to Hawaii? We can find a private beach."
Omake
Russia placed a kiss on a red shoulder.
"Stop that! It hurts!"
"You should have let me put sunscreen on you."
America looked away and grumbled.
Russia kissed her red skin a few more times. She smirked at each protest.
"I thought you said you were going to help!"
"I am." Russia said as she rubbed aloe vera over the skin. America moaned and pushed her shoulder into the touch.
Once Russia was satisfied, she moved to the other shoulder. And started kissing again.
Notes:
Special thanks to my beta curiousmarionette (mylittlepuppet on lj) for going through this and her lovely encouragements! All remaining mistakes are all mine.
Tehe, I got a comment about my use of "Al" as a nickname for Abigail. I did that on purpose. Sorry for the confusion! It's a weird part of my head canon for fem!America that she pretended to be a guy during her Revolution using the name Alfred and "Al" stuck.
Oh, and if you have any ideas/suggestions, I am open. I have lots of plotbunnies but they don't seem to be developing to a finish.
Thank you all you kind reviewers and readers! Between you guys and finally getting a job, I have been so encouraged to write!
