Just a little something something to wet your appetites.
Based off of the ideas my Belarus and I bounced off of one another.
For anyone who's been walked in on.
America grinned devilishly as he picked up the phone, dialing a number he knew by heart. He was bored out of his skull, having been working steadily to get rid of the evil paperwork that had taken over his desk. But now that he was down to his last few forms he found himself running out of steam. He wanted nothing more than to goof off. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Or whom he wanted to do. The phone rang once, twice, three times before being picked up. "Belarus," he heard, the voice on the other end succinct.
"Hey, whatcha wearing?" The younger nation grinned as he heard the sputtering on the other end of the line. The little nation was so cute when she was flustered! "I'm wearing those khakis you like. The boots. And nothing else."
He could practically hear the blush over the phone. He had never tried this before, and it was pushing her outside of her comfort zone. Plus, knowing the intelligence world, they both knew that the lines were liking being monitored by their various abc organizations. But that was part of the fun as far as he was concerned.
"America! Now is not the time!" He could hear her protesting, but she hadn't hung up on him yet.
"I'm trying to phone sex you Bela-heart, please play along," he chimed, grinning brightly even as his voice started to deepen with the beginnings of arousal. "Tell me, what are you wearing today, the thigh highs, or that delectable garter of yours?" That grin deepened into a smirk as she squealed, refusing to more than whimper at the young man on the other end. "Do you have any idea what that garter makes me want to do to you?"
There was a sound sound on the other end, and he continued, thinking that she was finally getting into it. "It drives me crazy. I'm gonna peel that garter off you with my teeth before I worship every inch of your glorious-"
"Amerika!"
All arousal was gone as America paled. That was NOT Belarus' voice. "Ukraine! What, err, I'm-" he slammed the phone down, pale going from pale to tomato red. Well, he hadn't meant for That to happen!
