Warnings: Language, explicit sex, TurkeyxEgypt.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Authoress Note: So hm. I'm not sure what I think about this chapter. It was previously written and there's porn in it. And America, but the porn is obviously more important. =p Even if it is pretty crappy IMHO.
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The day prior, Estonia found a patio area on one of the roofs of the expansive hotel, and this is where he went after the meeting, laptop in hand. There were a few people there, sitting together with drinks in hand, but no nations, and Estonia was grateful for this.
He sat down in one of the chairs at a stone table with a sigh and admired the view over the city. There were a number of people below, conversing, laughing, and relishing in the rhythm of the street. He wasn't used to the much warmer climate, but for now, the sun beating overhead felt nice and so did the sweet breeze floating through the air.
What he liked most, however, was that the entire hotel had WiFi, and he opened his laptop, ready to get to work on things he might have missed do to being constantly harassed in the meeting. But as soon as he turned the laptop on, a problem became immediately known to him: he couldn't see what was on the screen. The sun directly above him was producing such a terrible glare on the screen and his glasses, it was all but impossible to see.
Well, that was great. So much for his plan to get work done.
With a frustrated sigh, he shut down his laptop and closed it, but he still wasn't ready to move from his spot. It still felt nice, regardless of whether or not he could work. In fact, perhaps it was better that he couldn't work. He hadn't relaxed in a while, and the sun above still felt so warm and inviting.
He leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the breeze tousling his hair. He took a deep breath, ready to just let all of the crap bothering him go away.
And he must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, a pressure was being lifted off of his face, and Estonia blearily opened his eyes to see America with his glasses in his hands. He frowned, confused, wondering where the superpower had come from.
America chucked weakly, clearly embarrassed that he had been caught, and put the glasses back down on Estonia's laptop.
"Sorry, it's just annoying when I fall asleep with Texas on, so I figured, you know…" He trailed off with a faint blush, and Estonia picked up and put his glasses back on.
"Um, thank you, I guess," he gave a small nod to the other nation, hoping that America would take the hint and go away, but no, the thanking caused the superpower to grin, and he promptly sat down in the seat across the Baltic nation.
"You know, I was wondering if you…"
Estonia sighed and raised his hand, cutting the other nation off. Normally, he would have never been so brash, but he was getting sick of this bet and he didn't want to hear another thing about anything involving sex or his virginity. He tried to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks.
"Mr. America, I'm sorry I have to be so blunt, but if you're asking about sex, the answer is no."
America blinked at the statement, and then laughed in his normally boisterous fashion.
"No, I'm not," he shook his head, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to have sex with you! But in America, it's generally frowned upon to get that far without even the first date, which is what I came to ask about."
There was a pause. Estonia frowned as the other nation suddenly leaned forward, a strange enthusiasm sparkling in his sky-blue eyes.
"Will you go out with me?"
The Baltic nation must have looked incredulous, because America leaned back, scratching his head in confusion.
"Hmm, well that always works in the movies…" Then his face suddenly brightened as an idea came to him.
"Hey, you wanna watch a movie with me? I was going to watch something with Canada tonight. I mean, it's going to be in my room since I don't really know what's playing here in Madrid. And it'd probably be in Spanish anyway," he trailed off with a frown, before remembering his original point.
"Anyway, I think you'll really like the movie choice," He flashed another grin that somehow made Estonia smile a little to himself, if only for the great enthusiasm the other nation held.
"I'm sorry Mr. America, but I have plans tonight." Of course he didn't really, but he also didn't want to be alone in America's hotel room with the boisterous nation. Who knew what would happen.
America pouted. "Oh, come on! I won't try anything, I promise. And if I forget Canada is there, he'll probably throw something at me if I do."
"Mr. America…"
"Hey, call me Alfred!" And then there were the puppy dog eyes Estonia had heard America often used against England. "So… please? I'd love it if you were there tonight."
Estonia sighed, feeling some of his resolve crumble.
"The movie we watch better not one of your action movies," he half-joked, remembering when he made a movie himself and America took a dramatic, action movie approach for the ending credits.
America raised his right hand and grinned. "It won't be. Scout's honor."
"…Alright, I'll come."
"Yes!" He cheered. "Okay, meet me in my room, number 1152, at six."
He winked before getting up and exiting, leaving Estonia wondering what the hell did he just get himself into.
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After Estonia left the roof-patio, he wandered to where he knew a lot of the nations wouldn't be: the fitness area. He himself didn't plan on doing exercise, but wanted to see if there was any place he could seclude himself away in. To his surprise, and delight, there was a sauna, and from the almost unnatural silence the entire area held, he could assume that very few people, if any, were there.
He got a locker key and towel from a bored-looking attendant (apparently, the place really was practically empty, except for its pools) and removed his clothes and glasses in the locker room. It was rather eerie, being the only one in there, but he liked the privacy. It meant that he didn't have to worry about his fellow nations.
Once naked, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to the adjoined area to where the sauna rooms were. It was strange to him, the rooms were single sex, which wasn't something that was really done at his home, but he didn't mind much.
Estonia hung his towel on a rack outside and entered the steamy room gratefully. It almost felt like being back at home, back when this whole mess of his virginity hadn't caused him so much trouble.
He sat down on the wooden bench and sighed, contented. If only he could just stay there forever and not have to face the world (literally) again. He breathed in the heavy, hot air, and closed his eyes. It really was nice.
Estonia wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, relaxing, but he was quite startled when the door opened and a nation walked in.
That nation being Turkey.
Estonia froze for a moment, terrified that his worst fears about the bet would come true, but the other nation sat opposite to him, not even looking in Estonia's direction (though this was hard to affirm because of the mask) and it seemed that as far as Turkey was concerned, Estonia was as invisible as Canada, which he didn't mind in the least bit, and Estonia let out a tiny sigh of relief.
It appeared that the other nation was there the same reason Estonia was: to enjoy a sauna. Turkey leaned against the bench, his arms coming up to lounge on the back, his legs falling open, and Estonia couldn't help to follow the movement.
His eyes traveled from Turkey's broad, tanned chest and shoulders, down his toned abs, and followed the trail of dark, curly hair from his naval all the way down.
A faint blush made its way to Estonia's cheeks at this, and he quickly adverted his gaze, feeling a bit like a pervert. It wasn't like he was checking Turkey out or anything, not that the nation wasn't attractive, he was just curious. That was all.
He continued to look in the opposite direction until the door opened again, entering another nation (Estonia was starting to wonder if he had some sort of magnetic ability for other nations now). But it was only Egypt, so the Baltic nation wasn't really that concerned. The other didn't say anything (then again, he rarely did) and his countenance was blank as he sat down next to Turkey. Turkey turned to Egypt and grinned before placing his hand on the other's knee, but the latter's expression stayed the same.
Estonia didn't think much of it. He assumed that Turkey was just messing with his friend, but then the other nation's hand started to move up Egypt's leg as though it were stalking its destination and his fingers rubbed circles along the other's inner thigh.
Estonia blinked, a bit taken back. Okay, that was definitely awkward. He hadn't been expecting that, but as long as it didn't escalade much further; Turkey was still likely trying to make both him and Egypt uneasy.
Egypt finally looked at the Turk, his expression only revealing a raised eyebrow when Turkey's hand rested mere centimeters away from his vital regions. There was a pregnant pause where Turkey's grin grew wider and suddenly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other's and Egypt leaned in as well, making the kiss deeper as his eyes closed. Any hopes of chaste were immediately lost as the kiss became more frantic and Turkey tangled his hand in the other's short, dark hair, tilting Egypt's head back so his tongue could have better access inside the Egyptian's mouth.
The Baltic nation coughed, trying to get their attention. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, but he had to make them to stop. They had to have realized he was there, right? They might have been ignorant, but they were ruining the sanctity of the sauna and he planned to tell them that. It was not a sexual place and—
Estonia's train of thought was ruined and his eyes widened considerably when Turkey reached between Egypt's legs, cupping his quickly stiffening manhood and Estonia tried to look away, he really did, but his attention was drawn back to the scene by a deep moan.
The Baltic nation felt his face heating up. This was beyond what was appropriate; had all of the nations gone insane? They must have, and he must have been going insane too, because he could not tear his eyes away from Turkey plunging his tongue into the other's mouth and Egypt arching his hips into the hand pumping his cock.
Estonia felt a strange heat filling his body, a heat that had nothing to do with the steamy air around him, and most of it resided in his loins at the sight of such passion between the two. The heat grew stronger at Egypt's mewls of pleasure smothered by Turkey's mouth, and his mouth went completely dry when the kiss was broken so Egypt could bend forward, over the Turk's lap, and languidly lick the side of his growing erection.
If at all possible, Estonia's flush grew deeper, and he now felt the childish need to cover his eyes with his hands. Didn't they realize he was there? Or did they just not care? The warm knot in his stomach burned hotly when Egypt, after licking it, took the other nation's head in his mouth, and Estonia felt his own cock begin to twitch to life.
Goodness, was he really being turned on by this? He felt like France, or some other creepy voyeur getting off on watching others, but that didn't deter the uncomfortable heat growing in his groin. He knew that he shouldn't be aroused by the spectacle. He knew that he shouldn't be watching Egypt's tongue wrapped around Turkey's head and gliding up his penis, and imagining it on his own. He was semi-erect when Egypt brought his hand up to grasp the part of Turkey's cock that his mouth couldn't reach and began to bob up and down on the length.
The Baltic nation felt impossibly hot, his heartbeat beating heavily in his throat and his nipples inexplicably hard. His hands had quickly balled into fists, nails digging into his palm to try and distract him from his own, throbbing arousal, but it did nothing. He was fully erect by the time Egypt pulled away, leaving Turkey's thick cock shining with saliva and precum. It pressed against his stomach, upright and proud, flushed with blood, and Estonia belatedly realized there was no way he could leave the room without being noticed.
He was hard, painfully so, and it would look incredibly incriminating for them to notice him when they were in the middle of doing—that.
He tried to take a deep breath to calm down and to focus on something else, anything else, but it was no use. His eyes refused to stop watching, even as Egypt crawled over Turkey's lap so his knees were on either side of his legs, which told the Baltic nation that this was going into seriously dangerous territory.
Then, Egypt spoke—the first time Estonia had ever heard him say anything, actually—his soft voice cutting through the tense, sexual air of the room.
"I've already prepared myself to save you time…"
It wasn't in a language that the Baltic nation knew, possibly Arabic, but Turkey laughed jovially, and responded in an equally foreign tongue. He then kissed the other briefly on the lips before his hands traveled down Egypt's backside, groping at the pert globes of flesh, and Estonia's heart sped up, either from fear or anticipation.
Turkey ran a finger down the other nation's crack until it reached his entrance and traced around the rim before slowly inserting it inside. Egypt made some sort noise of pleasure, arching downward when it dug deeper in side of him.
Estonia's cock twitched in response, reminding him of how much he wanted to be touched and how embarrassing it was to have to watch this. He squirmed in his seat, wanting nothing more than to leave or at least to have a chance to touch himself. He bit his lip at Egypt's groan when a second finger was added, joining the pumping of the first.
"Alright, is that good enough?"
"I already told you that I was ready…"
"Heh, don't sound so eager."
When Turkey removed his fingers, Egypt lowered himself a little so that the other's cock brushed alluringly against his crack and Estonia's own arousal throbbed painfully at the sight. They were really about to do this, he thought, with less apprehension than before but twice as much embarrassment.
Then, Turkey put his hands around the other's hips to steady him, Egypt parted his cheeks and Estonia watched inch by thick inch of Turkey's cock slide inside of the other nation and it was enough to make Estonia go insane. He couldn't take it anymore. There was no positive outcome to any of this (either him leaving and having them notice him or him staying and having them notice him) and Estonia was sure his erection couldn't take it any longer either.
He took a deep breath. There were only two ways this could go, he thought, the resolution clear in his mind. Without thinking, he stood, and exited the sauna as quickly as possible.
There was a pause when he was about to close the door and noticed that both nations were staring dead at him. Egypt's expression was blank as his head rested on Turkey's broad chest and Turkey was grinning. It wouldn't be until much later that Estonia would realize that the whole scene had been an invitation for him to join in, but only two things were going through Estonia's mind at the moment and that was embarrassment and arousal. He quickly shut the door.
Estonia grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him, though it did nothing in hiding what was obvious. He speedily made his way to the shower area of the locker room (thankful that each shower had a curtain) and stepped into the small, cubic area before turning on the cold water.
The icy temperature worked great for cooling down the temperature of his skin, but did nothing for the heat dwelling inside of him. He was still perfectly hard.
With a sigh, he wrapped a hand around his cock and began to work away, images of the previous scene inadvertently flashing through his mind. It wasn't long before—he was inexperienced after all— his cum splattered against the tile and rinsed down the drain with the rest of the shower water. With another sigh he pressed his forehead against the cold tile and shut his eyes.
Today was becoming an impossibly long day.