Author's Note:
I hope that everyone is awesome and happy. I am so happy today 'coz I got into the Regional's press-con! OH YEAH! Editorial Writing! Anyway, I liked the crack-pairing here and I have three fics in mind that convey continuity with each other. Ya...
Unrequited: Still thinking of ideas. Probably post-pone it 'til Summer (March-May)
Randomness: I need a cute song for NorBela...something about light or seeing the truth or whatever. Still thinking. I wish I was Neutron Jimmy (lol, I typed it in reverse) OH GOSH! WE LOST A FOLLOWER! NOEOEoeoorororoooooooooOOOOOOoOoo! XC...Anyway, thanks for supporting us for so long XD...I still remember how happy I was when you were the first commenter! CHEERS!
GCJakey's Note:
Tailed's wierd...Okay, in this fic...we explore Canada's feelings for Russia for the first time. Also, we see the dreaded curse of Russia, body hair! Hey, I tell you if you have so much body hair, you'll get hot faster and probably die of a stroke! Anyway, at least he has help from PruSpa!
My personal life. I'm starting to learn more on the male muscular system, you know so I'll be able to draw at least a bit of DenAme...my biggest problem is inconsistency... I can't even draw my characters right some times! I NEED TO EFFFFING PRACTICE! I'm playing with Copics and I am waiting for my tablet so I can draw digitally. I hope that I can improve my hand drawings feet are non-existent to me! LOL! I'll be working on that when the time comes. I have an easier time drawing girls than guys! (EF! I was wrong when I said girls are harder so better practice them first) XD
Hetalia is not ours, it is Hima-sama! YAY!
Warnings: Hunky! PruSpa, Hunky! Crack paring, Confused! Canada, I'M FEELINGSEXYANDFREE~!Russia.
We're starting to think that universe 908 should be called Bara-verse. LOL!
Uncovered Feelings
Ivan is a proud 'young' Russian man. He loved vodka, had an extremely dangerous sense of adventure (AT TIMES), could take an amount of hits, charismatic, and had a very...very big heart...that just happened to fall out of him from time to time.
However...he was also self-conscious as fuck, especially if it was about his huge amount of body hair. For him, it felt so unnatural to have such a large amount of hair if he was only like nineteen...honestly, he had so much, he could ask Alfred to make a sweater for him out of it, if the American wasn't ashamed of his sewing abilities.
This huge problem was going to definitely bite him hard on the ass being in the humid country of the Philippines and if that didn't fuck him, they were having a beach buffet later that evening. He'd be suffering from a heart attack from all the heat until night comes. It has actually happened to him twice already, though it all happened when there were only few people around.
So, he had no choice but to shave...but the problem is...it'll just make it worse when it grows back, like way WAY worse.
Then, he had a bright idea, so bright that even he was dumbfounded by his own intelligence. It was so crazy that it just might work.
*~on to the real story*~
Prussia was lounging around an eccentric velvet sofa. He was in Russia's apartment. He looked passed the large arced window door and at the beautiful view the balcony had to offer, the sea, which was where the chair was facing.
"This is taking too long..."he started tapping his feet, one more second on doing nothing and he'll burst through the seams.
"Calm down, mi amigo!" Spain gracefully placed his hand over the Prussian's pale ones. "Why are you even doing this? Weren't you his slave during the Cold War?"
The worried smile was greeted by an annoyed, blushing scowl.
"I was not his slave! Sure, his boss was pretty hard on me and shit happened in East Germany...but Van really tried to help me out, he always kept his boss's agenda far from us...he pretended to torture us so his boss wouldn't start doing stuff to us then he'd apologize when he was a bit too hard and made us some borscht. He always felt guilty that shit happened in our countries that's why he tried his best to make it up to us. Fuck, he even smuggled West through the wall more than once just to visit me...he has awesome skills for that. The kid's got a heart of gold...that happens to fall out from time to time. Why the fuck would you even think that he was a deranged sadistic control-freak?" What started out as a retort for being called a 'slave' by his secret crush turned to a comment of defense for his violet-eyed friend. His burning rubies glaring at the vibrant emeralds heatedly.
"Lo siento..." Spain apologized hiding his slight jealousy. Fuck, the main reason why he was a little 'mean' to Russia was the admiration the Prussian had for him...though it was strange why Spain got so riled up inside.
A door creaked open and shut and there was the sound of feet on a clean tiled floor.
~*TADA!*~
Russia stepped in wearing a ballooning shirt that had sails attached to it then he had matching pants as well. The two Europeans stared blankly at him before they built enough restrained giggles to make them burst out laughing.
"Mein Gott! What the fuck are you wearing?" Prussia tugged on the puffy white sleeves to the dismay of the stiff Russian.
"It is a sail-shirt, da? I will just wear this all they and strip down to my shorts tonight. It catches wind." Ivan explained happily with his arms stuck out stiffly, spine straight, and legs unbending. It was actually very difficult to move in.
"And you think that that will make you more comfortable, mi amigo?" Toni asked, thinking how unnecessary it was to do this if he could just shave.
"Da. I don't think so, I know so..." He commented harshly and smugly, standing up and walking like he was a baby walking for the first time.
"I think that you need to shave." The other two said in unison. Russia turned around mechanically, jumping around to face them.
"Nyet. I do not think that is necessary." He smiled but he was greeted by scary-serious faces. They were dead set on shaving him, both having clippers, razors and a tub of shaving cream. Ivan irked back. He curled into a massive ball, knowing all to week that they couldn't take him.
"...stay back! You will not be able to move me!" He said smugly but the two weren't giving up, eyes twisted like maniacs.
"We don't have to!" Just then, the clothes came flying off and in surprise he leaped to the air, his hands were pinned above his head and he was down the floor with his giant forest of hair covering almost every inch of his upper body exposed to the two man, who were grateful that he took a shower first, he'll stink if he didn't. Then, they smothered cream all over his massive chest, making sure not to hit any sensitive areas.
"D-don't make me hurt you!" He threatened half-heartedly, he couldn't hurt them...it didn't play well with his conscience.
"Lie." They both said as they continued smothering every inch with the foam. Then they went for the legs, smothering his thighs and calves. Then flipping him so that he was on all fours, Spain's hand on his hips in order for the cream to stay intact and Prussia's hand on his wrists to constrict any movement. Gilbert knew that Ivan could break out of his hold easily...he just chose not to.
"Ivan! You know that we're not strong enough to pin you down anymore. That means that You know that this is the only solution!" The albino kept on tugging on the wrists to get him to listen to him.
The bound nation tried his best to look over his shoulders, giving them a curt nod. Deep inside the Slavic nation, he knew that this was the only way to go.
His boxers came off and he blushed wildly at the two men.
"...even your ass isn't safe!" Prussia looked Belarus-crazy and turned on his clippers.
"NYET! NYET! NYYYYYEEEEEEEETTTTTTT!" Russia's screams were not heard.
~*a good thirty minute later*~
Russia was totally hairless save for the head, the pits (they shaved it down a bit though) and his private region. He felt all tingly, not wanting his skin to come in contact with cloth just yet. He felt cooler than before...and he was glad that they did such a good job with him. However, he still knew that the hair would grow back as thicker than ever.
Spain saw the small frown on Ivan, completely understanding how he felt. Luckily, he had a solution for that.
"Here, mi amigo" he handed out a bottle of clear pink fluid with a sticker of a woman with a razor in her hand.
"Women's aftershave?" The huge nation groaned disapprovingly, falling back to his bed. "Nyet." He covered his face with his huge hands.
"Hey, it's a special kind and it's the only thing I found that really worked." He sat next to the moping Russian, combing the silky hair with his tanned hands.
"It's also a body wash. Plus, it kinda helps the hair grow thinner and lesser and after maybe like half a year, your body hair will be manageable enough without a team of groomers. It might even clear in a few months, it's a really strong, mi amigo." He joked around but instead of getting annoyed, Russia found it humorous.
"Are you sure, comrade?" He asked sitting up.
"Sí!" Toni cheered, pulling off of his plain white shirt. "See?"
His body was well-toned and was definitely hunky. He was tied with Prussia, France and Scotland for fourth place, the North American twins grabbing third place. His chest was hard and bulbous and his arms were very pumped. In the middle of his chest was a black wooden cross dangling on thick thread. He had slashes and cuts decorating his arms, probably from his conquistador days and uneven tanning all over his marked sides. He had a big compass tattoo on the back of his shoulder with some grid detailing and islands and sea monsters fading on his soft tanned skin and a sacred heart tattoo on where else, but his heart. His tanned muscles were covered in a respectable amount of hair but it was nowhere as thick as what Russia had, it was just a patch of grass compared to Russia's thick undergrowth. There were some on his forearms and of course he had some covering his chest and going down his marvelous torso.
"I've been having problems like yours for a long time but...even girl products are decent enough to work, you know?" He smiled, putting his shirt backing on, snapping the Prussian, who was back at the sofa a few feet away, out of his trance.
"If you think that that's not enough." Prussia walk up to the two, tossing a small jar to Russia. It looked like those organic, home-based specialty stuff you find in swanky boutiques or stalls in a mall.
"I grew up where it was hot, originally, but when I hit puberty...shit happened to my o-other hair." Gilbert blushed, making it clear that he had body hair problems too.
He peeled off his shirt, showing his gloriously pale skin to the two. He was strongly muscled with very defined shoulders and biceps and a proud taut chest, much like the European earlier, however he had a bulkier, wider stomach area. His body hair was so white that it stood out from his pale skin. He had a crucifix tattoo on the left side of his abdomen, placed diagonally, a long twisting rosary twirling down the inside part of his powerful arm, and the Lord's Prayer in German on his left chest as a justified text in a small script-y font. He seemed to have a lot of burn marks and slice marks on his back. The hair were placed the same places as Spain's though only lighter.
"I know that body hair helps a lot when it's cold...but if it's too long and thick, it fucking gives me a stroke. So, I did my research and asked around and there you have it, I buy it online...I'll send you the link." He waved him off, tossing Russia his sunflower surfer shorts. "That's just how awesome I am."
"Are you coming or what?" Antonio extended his tanned hand and pulled the giant up, who nodded.
~*On the Beach*~
Canada was alone.
France and England were out island hopping for the afternoon, all lovey-dovey. It is a mystery how they keep the fire burning like a forest fire. They were probably doing each other in the boat...and it's probably Arthur initiating it, being infected by his French lover's vigor through the years.
Now where was his beloved twin? Where was the American whom he latches himself onto every second he gets?
America went with the Philippines duo, who were over-eager to show him around the same old Churches that his brother has visited routinely because of the two Filipinos dragging him along. They don't love America or hate it but they do love their 'Kuya' Al. Mattie was supposed to tag along if he wasn't suffering from severe jet lag and guess what? The awesome NorBela replaced him, joining the trio in their Church escapade. Honestly, he thinks that the two are trying to replace him...strangely hanging out more often as the days pass by.
What about his other friends?
Netherlands was doing who knows what with Germany and the two Italian brothers were also doing something else that did not include him. Ivan was still nowhere to be found, probably surrounding himself with freezers to beat the heat.
He caved his back, his elbows on the coffee table, looking at the fresh red iced tea he ordered. He glanced at the sunny beach from his shaded oasis. It was clear blue with the sand whiter than pearls and the waves lively and rhythmic. He could probably go swim for a while, it's not like anything exciting might happen.
"ANG HOT NIYA! (He is hot)" He heard girls squeal. He actually saw a sea of girls surrounding a person he could not see clearly. He must be a local star. Just then, a Filipina, probably early twenties with dyed-blonde hair, looked at him and screamed at the other girls, yanking the shoulder of the girl next to her.
"ANG GWAPO RIN NIYA! (He is handsome too)" She screamed on the top of her lungs and just like that, the women ran for Canada.
"M-maple!" The nation muttered and sprinted for dear life as the women chased him around the beach boardwalk.
The women dispersed from the man who they were ogling at before, opting for some ripped Canadian beef.
Russia smiled while the women around him started to run off for Canada, not noticing that there were women surrounding him in the first place or that they were chasing Mattie...concentrating solely on his sand sculpture of a mermaid.
"I LOVE BEING ALMOST HAIRLESS!" He shouted in happiness, loving the feeling of the sun hitting on his pale skin but with no hair to make him feel uncomfortably hot. He was free as he twirled around, his slightly sweaty but hard body in plain view for everybody. Now, he could try to get a tan without people asking if he had some sort of abnormality and he could towel dry his body without pulling on his hairs!
The watching public became confused at the sight.
'Foreigners...' They mumbled in unison before resuming whatever they were doing before.
Suddenly Ivan stopped and took a hard long sniff of the beach breeze. Something was off. Something was happening that he should be aware off. Something told him that he had to find Canada. He stood up, abandoning his work completely and walking away like a soldier on a mission.
~*Beach Shopping Center*~
Canada swam through a huge crowd that was heading to the opposite direction, he looked behind him and saw the women struggling to follow him, so ducked his head and went to 'dive' until he was clear of the crowd. He did some insane flips and cartwheels, stumbling on an old slipper shack. He hid behind a mountain of latex product and waited for the girls to go away.
"Asan na siya? (Where is he?)" A voice asked.
"TARA! CHECK NATIN YUNG MGA HOTEL! (Come one! Let's check the hotels)" The ring leader gestured her pride to follow her back to the numerous resorts stationed side by side, facing the shore.
Mattie sighed and stood up. He stretched his hunky body and scratch the small tract of hair running down between his chest. His marvelous body started to sweat and trails of the perspiration ran down each of his defined abdominal bump.
He exited the small store and walked around the other stalls and shacks that were selling souvenirs. He should probably buy some, Maria was gonna sulk around him for a month if he didn't buy at least one of her products. Anyway, he doesn't mind, they were all good products to him.
"Um...manang, may nakita po ba kayong Canadian? (Um, miss, have you seen a Canadian?)" He heard a weird accented male voice speak in Filipino.
"Pasensya na, iho, wala e. Amerikano lang...parang may curl siya sa buhok. (I am sorry, young boy, but no. Only an American, he had like a hair curl ?)" The old lady made a circle with her finger, twisting down like Canada's hair curl.
"Siya nga po! Saan siya pumunta? (That's him! Where did he go?) " Mattie gained interest and looked...it was his best friend, Russia. He was about to call out to him but he suddenly stopped. The light shined brightly, bouncing off the lumbering body.
The flashes cleared.
What. The. Fuck.
Ivan shaved his body hair! His body looked clearer now...it felt so warm all of the sudden...like the hair kept it warm for so long that it had a heat-reserve. His pecs looked like they were about to explode and his arms were very...very big. His iron abs that were very evident even with the hair on looked like something from the best LCD flatscreen in the world. Did Ivan shave because he teased him?
Canada suddenly felt guilty...he didn't want Russia to do this...he was becoming a bad friend to him, like how he is starting to become a bad brother to Al. Wait, what the hell is happening to him anyway?
Canada proceeded walking away, his heart starting to flutter and his cheeks were heating up. It must've been the run...but he never ever got tired from that alone. Was it the jet lag? NO! NO! There had to be something wrong with him.
His palms started to get sweaty and his throat became lumpy. All he could think about was Ivan...Vanya...Van...Vany...what was happening to him? He has always experienced this before, but this time it felt stronger.
'He shouldn't have shaved his body...I would love him either way.' Mattie crossed his arms as he thought. He stopped abruptly and covered his mouth, though he never spoke a word. His eyes were huge, the whites were almost the only ones seen.
'L-love?'
He shook his head wildly with both hands covering his quivering mouth desperately.
"...I-it's just friendly love...yup, that's all...f-friendly...' At this point he was desperate in shaking off the feeling. He can't be in love. He just can't. This couldn't be love, he hasn't even experienced it before, so how would he know what it was supposed to feel like?
"Privyet!" The cheery voice made the buff Canadian jump, almost ALMOST to the Russian's arms.
Their pure violet orbs connected. The world seemed to stop, well they couldn't say for sure as they were to concentrated with the person in front of them.
Why was the person he hated, HATED, most suddenly became the most important one in the world. Was it because of how handsome he was? How his body was such a fucking turn on? How innocently honest and at the same time, charmingly mature he can get? How gentlemanly he acted? How smart he was with tools and wires? How funny his chopsticks-in-the-nose thing was? How cute he was when he pouted when Canada decided to comment on his corny jokes? Or how safe he made him feel?
"Hey, Mattie...are you okay?" His sweet velvety voice escaped effortlessly from his kissable lips. Ivan noticing that Mattie had his lips puckered.
"W-what? Oh...um...y-yup! Of course, I am!" He smiled, pacing back and forth in his place. Shit was happening inside him and he doesn't like it one bit.
"You aren't. What am I? Chopped liver?" The Russian frowned sourly. Canada didn't like it one bit...usually, he'd laugh it all off and say something rude, something 'non-Canadian'...but why was this disturbing him now?
"Now, I know you are not okay!" Vany's hand made its way to Mattie's heating forehead. "Where's your uncharacteristically rude quip that I have gotten used to?" The cheery laugh afterwards were making the strong Canadian's knees weak.
"S-stop treating me like a kid, you freaking damned hoser!" Mattie slapped his friend's hand off his head and stomped away. The strangest thing was that he wanted Ivan to treat him like that...as he marched away, all he could think about was wanting the Russian to follow him.
"Now, that's my Canada!" Russia snickered as he race-walked to catch up to the younger nation.
Violet eyes popped upon hearing 'my'. He fucking hated it...but he also wanted him to say those words to his ears over and over again...
'Please stop...just PLEASE STOP!' Mattie screamed internally while walking faster than ever. His head became lighter and his legs felt weak and heavy. He couldn't take it anymore. Lifting one lead feet in front of the other, he headed for the plastic public beach chair on the white sand for a seat.
He cringed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. He tried his best to keep his lungs from collapsing. If he opened his eyes, it'll hurt like hell.
In the darkness, he found nothing but chaos. It was like fluffy pink hearts with sparkly shit versus black broken glass shards with rusty barbed wires fighting over his heart. It was a sickening feeling indeed as the battle moved down to his stomach. Was love some sort of fucking disease? DAMN! He needs some 'brotherly love' from Al quick and hard...so damn hard just to get things out of his system.
"Hey...Mattie..." A warm hand grabbed his wrist and a warm huff of breath graze his already red cheeks.
"I think you should rest." He opened one eye slowly, seeing half of the sandy ground under his feet. He raised his head, the other eye opening slowly as well.
"Da?" The light behind Russia made him look magical. His violet eyes were like fucking violet beams drilling his brain to submit. It was forcing him to submit to the feeling. But is it the right choice to make?
"No thanks." He chickened out. "It's just jet lag." Canada laughed like a lunatic, ever so unconvincingly to the taller nation.
"I think you need some ice cream in you..." Russia handed out a Popsicle stick, still in its wrapping while he was slurping his drumstick.
"Oh...I-um...merci..." Canada accepted the frozen treat reluctantly. He peeled its plastic off, releasing the crisp coffee scent infused with maple. He could feel his mouth water as he immediately gave it a long hard lick.
He stopped at the top and sucked on it fervently in small circles with his tongue. The thin sheet of ice was thawing, allowing him to taste the deliciously robust taste of the dark espresso ice. It tasted a bit artificial, Al could make this better...but, eh, it was still an ice pop.
Things calmed down inside him, finally allowing him to make a better evaluation of things.
What was so wrong about Russia anyway? The question popped in his mind, making him slurp faster in concentration.
He was a nice guy. He had always tried to say something nice even if it was impossible. He was a decent cook. He was a goof ball with an awkward sense of humor. He would help anybody just so long as his boss wasn't around to object. He was interesting, open-minded, and tact. Then there was that body of his, damn it...and the smell he had after their workouts...fuck, but the hottest thing was when he got all dominant and controlling he was over him. Since they became friends, he was the only one, besides America, to be able to knock him down a few pegs when he got too over-his-head.
He sucked harder, grumbling as his face got hot from the sun.
He never noticed it before, but he did get very jealous when he saw Vany with someone else. He hated it when China was forcing himself in the burly Russian arms. He hated when people called Ivan scary when the person they're referring to cries over happy sappy endings. How could a huge teddy bear of a man be so misunderstood?
He gripped on the wooden stick harder with his two hands, bobbing up and down frustratingly.
He had no reason to not go out with him. Russia..was gay (Opened up about it a few years back. It was hilarious how he thought that Canada wouldn't be able to accept it. Didn't he know that a lot of Countries were bi or gay?)...Canada's bi like his bro, so...yeah, the only problem would be when the Canadian wakes up one day wanting bagel. Other than that, what more could hinder them?
'Oh shit, what if he doesn't like me!?' The sudden revelation was like a bullet through his soft brain.
Suddenly, he felt something erupt and fill his mouth. His left eyes closed as he concentrated swallowing the fluid maple syrup coming from its core. God, it tasted delicious. He continued slurping until, only the melting hollow tube of coffee ice was left.
*POP*
"Wow! Where did you get this, Van?" Canada lauded, forgetting how much he was worrying.
Russia was looking at him with eyes bulging out of its sockets and mouth agape and drooling. The ice cream he had melted down his hand and then a huge scoop plopped to the grainy floor. The pale European hand crushed the crunchy cone.
"A-are you okay?" Canada asked worriedly. He boldly leaned closer, the Russian obviously minding the invasion of space. The taller man's large nose started to bleed.
"You freaking hoser! C'mere!" Canada rushed to aid him, pulling the bleeding nation to his feet and dragging him away. He looked on happily as he glanced at him from time to time with soft concern and comfort.
As the sun went down, Canada finally found his answer.
'I love him...' He lowered his head with a goofy smile.
'But, I can't risk losing him...I can't risk not having him next to me...' He looked down on the sandy pavement, smiling sadly as he felt his heart leap and break at the same time.
EXTRA STORY: An older Tsun-Tsun and an Asian gentleman
A red-headed Scotsman was lounging on the beach, soaking up the orange glow of the setting sun. He had a terrible sunburn from not using sunblock and then sleeping the whole afternoon. He didn't feel like getting up yet, so it was better to lounge around and let the intoxicating nicotine feel his lung. For your information, he was having a better time handling his addiction for the past sixteen years than he has ever had since he started getting hooked on it.
Plus, he didn't think he needed to stop. It wasn't making his pearly whites yellow or his lips black or his endurance weaker. He still had a fucking hot body with a happy trail of awesome red fur going down from his sculpted chest. Then he had a huge tat job at engulfed his whole back, his left arm and just a bit of his left side, including the last bump of his washboard abs. He didn't know what it was but it looked cool, kinda tribal-y warrior Celtic emblem thing.
He exhaled a huge puff of smoke from his fine nose.
Alistor isn't a Tsundere. He was a warm Scotsman with a loud mouth and a smoking problem.
He was a bit rude to most people and he'd rather keep his pride than go all over the place smiling at strangers. But it is just because it is a scary experience to actually let your guard down in front of people you don't like being near you or anything.
He loved his brothers (of course he had trouble expressing it)...but like the family they are, they are constantly at each other's throats.
He fought with his English brother in more than one occasion and they were never the ones to show affection in public, but that didn't mean that he didn't love damned multi-brows and that he won't help him through hard times, he'd sneak out if his boss didn't allow him to see his brother.
Family bonds were strong during their younger years, when mother left them while Arthur was still incapable of speaking. How they felt about each other during those days carried on until today.
Speaking of the Brit, where was he again?
Oh yeah, he was going on some random adventure with France. Even after a century and a half of seeing them together, he still hasn't gotten used to it. First and for most was the fact that his little brother had found someone who was willing to the stay even with his inherited behavioral problem (tsun-tsun) and then there was realizing that the older France has yet to show any signs of leaving or cheating.
They truly are in love...and devious. The frog has influenced his little brother to be so...un-conservative. He was still kinda prudish, but he got wild rather quickly when France would whisper meaningless French to his ear according to his brother's drunken rambles.
Then there were days when they got so lovey-dovey and he wanted to barf hard on their faces...
...
Fuck, he needed to find Arthur. Alistor sat up in realization. That Francis must be doing something so..SO indecent to him right now!
Suddenly the searing pain of his sunburn made him freeze in place and suck in air sharply. Fuck, he was as red as a lobster.
"I see that you finally mustered enough strength to sit up, Li?" A calm voice made his heart leap even more from surprise.
"Easy there. I told you to use sunblock but you never listen." The other man sat next to Scotland, sounding all proud and snooty that he was right.
His dark chocolate hair that was swept to the side caught some of the warm tangerine tinge of the sun set and his golden eyes were even shinier as night approached. His glasses were square and was slipping off his nose. He wore an airy green collared shirt with a tight white shirt underneath and simple surfer shorts, passing his knees.
In spite looking lanky most of the time, he was very well built underneath those baggy clothes, not as big as him but still... He had a wide chest and very full shoulders and his back looked like it was carved out by a master craftsman who knew a lot about muscle groups. Then, it was etched with that damn hot dragon tattoo on the left side of it and then that perfect slender waist of his and that slightly jiggly ass. Plus, those eight packs were a freaking precious sight to the Scot's emerald eyes.
"Earth to Li...hey..." The other man worried as he carefully tried to shake his European lover by the I burnt shoulder.
"OoooooOOoOOoOWWWww! Stop it, Xavier!" Li pushed his lover's hand away, giving him an angry frown.
"Dui bu qi!" Xavier smiled apologetically. Always the polite one was he, the personification of Macau.
Ah yes, Macau, the hot Chinese who had hotter Portugal features scattered all over his hot face. The whole man was like a Chinese dish spiced liberally with European ingredients. His nose was more profound, eyes were rounder, and was taller (a LLLLOOOOOT more handsome) than China.
"Anyway, I'll put some aloe before we go to Fei's (Philipines') party, sound good to you, ai qing?" Xavier asked playfully, dusting off the sand off his ass before smiling widely at his boyfriend.
"Y-ya don't have t'! 'S fuckin' weird if ya d-do that!" The redhead sounded angry, looking away with a huge blush. Macau know that he wanted to, he just hated the possibility of people hearing it or the way it sounded like he was giving up control (which is something he wasn't gonna admit he liked sometimes).
His amber eyes met the unsteady emerald eyes of Li. Xavier smiled as he waited for the other to add his cute Tsun-Tsun comment.
"I-I can't believe y-ya'd even consider doing that, GOD! 'Such a...p-pervert!" Alistor flailed out uncontrollably, he didn't know what to say, all he could muster was garbled curses. He was even having a hard time smoking right.
"Oh...so, I'm the pervert, then?" Macau replied with slight hostility. After waiting long for the Scot's answer that would never come, the Asian nation left in perfect posture. His spine was straight and each step was equally paced.
"H-hey, don't you leave m'here!" Scotland ran after his boyfriend, who was already stomping in annoyance.
"Xav!" He called him out. Said man did stop but he looked at him heatedly, arms crossed.
"What?" The eastern nation had a brow raised and his mouth plummeted down.
"I...I um...s-shit! You make me look like s-such a manwhore with me being shirtless and you being s-shirted(?)" The Scotsman covered his mouth, not being able to control his mouth and accidentally burning his palm with the lit cigarette he had.
"Oh, so you want me to be a manwhore?" Xavier was definitely going to do this, fuck being a gentleman. He peeled his shirt and unbuttoned his shorts. His taut chest was starting to get some attention from passersby and then a girl who was roller skating suddenly bumped into a trash can, transfixed to his glorious abs. His toned obliques were the only ones keeping his shorts on but not for long.
"Yup! This Chinese-Portuguese man is stripping in front of your TSUN-TSUN eyes!" Before he could even reveal his black thongs (Li couldn't believe that he would wear the gag gift he bought him) Scotland securely placed his hands around the other's hands. Their eyes met, quivering viridian and heated gold.
'Why do ya have t'be like this when yer with m'?' Scotland thought to himself. Macau has really thin skin when it came to him.
"Don't, Xavier, I am begging ya! If one person looks at y'and smacks yer ass, I'd fucking skin them." Alistor looked a little sad, not minding that the pain from his cigar was still there on his hand.
"Stop being like this in public then!" Macau puffed his cheeks. "You are not like this when we're alone. You know, I'm starting to believe that the more the years pile up on us, the less you get attracted to me." The Asian nation blushed, looking away as he zipped his shorts back.
"I mean we haven't had sex for four months, my hole's getting cob webs...but...we were having so much fun for the last four months, right? We went skydiving and then we went to museums...you're down to half a box of cigarettes per month..." The brunette asked bravely, people already staring at them.
"Why can't you be the sweet guy who writes me poems once a week? Or the one that opens doors for me or the one that TRIES to cook? Why do you have to pretend that you're not that guy when people are around? Isn't twelve years enough?" The man piled up so many questions leaving his lover stunned.
A sunburnt hand went its way to a pale blushing cheek, immediately melting the shorter toned man.
Alistor threw away his cigarette, extinguishing it with a stomp from his feet. He smirked smugly and gave the brunette a long hard kiss on the lips, leaving the eastern nation flustered.
"Dui bu qi, wo de ai qing." The redhead whispered softly in Chinese effortlessly.
"I'll be that guy from now on, babe." He continued to whisper lowly, encasing the shorter man in his arms.
"You've changed me the moment I saw you gambling at one of yer casinos. Remember that night?" His rich red hair grazed the pale skin of his lover's neck.
"How can I forget?" Macau whispered lowly. "You were losing way more money than you were winning...Then I showed you my tricks..."
"And I asked ya out when i got hammered..."
"And I took your cigar and put it out..."
"And a small kiss turned into something more..." Scotland smirked, knowing how much the butterflies were fluttering inside his partner's gut.
"Now that's my poet!" Xavier wrapped his arm's around the strong neck. "We have got to do something with that burn...it looks really bad." He inspected the scorched dot on his beloved's hand.
"Don't gimme one of China's crap medicine." The taller one cautioned "it shit up my organs last the time."
"I'll just clean up the wound, silly!" Warm chuckles came from the shorter man, leading his lover by the wrist.
That was it. Scotland felt a little clingy as he closed the gap between his lover's taut back and his hot chest. It stung like hell but he didn't care. Now they were walking like penguins, due to their position. The Scot's hand made its way to Macau's hard chest and gave it a playful squeeze. A small moan escaping the Chinese's mouth.
"L-LI! Not here! NOT NOW!" He said nervously, seeing the people looking at both of them, more on disgust on the PDA thing rather than the homosexual aspect.
A woman, flabby and in her forties, rolled her eyes as she walked briskly.
"YA! So what?! I'm hot, he's hot, and we're lovers! Gay doesn't mean tight pants, pink briefs, make-up, virtually hairless, manicure-obsessed, fashion-obsessed, high-heel wearing men! Look at us! I mean, I have a fucking awesome body and hair everywhere and I fucking work with tools! And I'm sleeping with this beautiful man with a great bod for twelve years and 198 and a half days! And I plan on doing him so hard tonight in his favorite position!" The rather silent Scotland bursted his rant in such a loud voice that parent's meters away covered their children's ears.
"ALISTOR KIRKLAND, YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW OR I W-*ughhmmm*" Before Xavier could finish, the masculine lips attached themselves on his, definitely making his heart beat faster and knew weak. They continuously changed angles of Macau became more needy and desperate. He finally mustered enough strength to pull away.
"...let's go t' the party a li'l late, Xav, 'still need t' clean out the cobwebs." Alistor's hot breath made the prudish Xavier submit fully, he whimpered in need as he got swept of his feet. Scotland was impatiently walking to the resort they were staying in, desperate as well.
"Make sure to clean every inch of it..." The order made both laugh so hard. Sure, Xavier was the perfect gentleman...he was polite and dignified but he was also a wild man who was fun in a twisted way. Maybe, it was some of Li's influence rubbing off on him. One thing was for sure, they too were truly in love.
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Direct translations of the Filipino dialogues used.
Ang hot niya= (The) hot he
Ang gwapo rin iya= (the) handsome also he
(N)Asa(a)n siya?= Where (is) he?
Tara! Tignan natin young mga hotel= Let's go! Look our the hotels (mga is for anything plural)
Manang, may nakita po ba kayong Canadian?= Old lady/miss/mrs, have seen 'po' you (a) Canadian.
Pasesnya (na), wala e. Amerikano lang...parang may curl sa buhok.= Sorry, none. American only, like has curl on hair.
Siya nga po. Nasaan po siya pumunta?=He (is the one I'm referring to), Where 'po' he go?
LOL. I couldn't stop laughing at myself with the last one. It's so long, no wonder I'd rather speak Filipino...even if i like speaking in English.
Author's Note:
Why don't I give you all an advice in Filipino: Like all languages, NEVER LEARN IT WITHOUT A TEACHER AND A COMMUNITY THAT'LL HELP YOU MASTER IT!
I know that Filipino will never be in the top language foreigners would pick (except if you are moving there or you have a Filipino lover)
First, we have two sentence structures.
1.) Di-karaniwan (not common/ uncommon) and 2.) Karaniwan (Common)
1.) Siya ay mabaho (He/she is smelly) and 2.) Mabaho siya (Smelly (is) he)
*'2.)' is more common...sentences start with the predicate followed by the subject. Verbs are also placed before nouns this way.
ex: Bumili ako (I bought.) which you can make uncommon by typing it as 'ako ay bumili'
Next is the fact that we not only have suffixes and prefixes we also have an affix that we put in between the word itself. And then there are combinations of the three. one word is changed into a myriad of forms to better express situations. there are also specific affixes used in order to express the type of action it expresses. If you get it wrong then your whole sentence is wrong.
BASIC ex: trabaho (loan word)= work, nagtrabaho= past tense, nagtratrabaho= present tense, magtratrabaho= future tense, magtrabaho= future and expresses it as a coomand.
-we shall use the middle affix (-um-): Kain (eat), Kumain=past, Kumakain=present, kakain=future, Kumain=espressed as a command.
Now, like all languages, it has a lot of words that does not have an english counterpart. we have a word for when you squeal because of something cute and romantic, you know, when you pinch yourself and kick and scream. We call it 'kilig' in noun form.
Other than that is that FILIPINO DEFINITELY RELIES ON CONTEXT! SOOOO MUCH! let us use the word 'tama', it changes with the way you pronounce it and sometimes there is no need to change pronunciation, you just have to know the context.
Tama=correct=hit (like I'll hit you with a stick)
we also repeat the words to express 'every' like 'araw-araw'=every day.
We use 'po' and 'opo'. Po is essentially littered all over the sentence you use to talk with old and respected people and opo is yes when answering the questions of an old and/or respected person. THIS TWO ARE ONLY USE FOR CONVERSATIONS WITH OLD and/or RESPECTED PEOPLE. we even use 'po?' as a question which means 'what?' in a respectful way...like 'Come again, sir?'
we borrow words a lot in normal conversations. Verbs in English are integrated to the language effortlessly via the use of the Filipino affixes and grammatical rules. This forms what people call Taglish. Nouns stay the same.
we have originally 20 letters (pre-colonial) and now it's 28. The original roster already sounded like the latin letters (A B...) the additional 8 is for loan words (F C Z Q...) Filipino sounds very strong and 'hard' like a rock. It's because 'a' is literally 'A' like 'AAAAAAAHHHHH!' hence the Filipino accent. we use the alphabet that our colonizers used. However, i surfed the net and found that he had a written form as well that was soooo awesome that I kinda wished it didn't go extinct. I 'LOVE' YOU SPAIN FOR DOING THAT!
*Anyway, I remember asking my Chinese teacher which sounded more beautiful Thai or Filipino. she said Thai but only because she thought I was asking about the written lingo "-_-... She's China...though I am interested if she thinks Filipino sounds better...Yeah, hopefully. I never heard anyone outside out country complimenting the way it sounds.
Though our national language is 'Filipino', it is not really the only native tongue...it is just one in our roster of almost two hundred languages. what you usually hear as 'Filipino' is more specifically Tagalog. I come from region two, where most people know Illocano (I can only understand it but can't speak much) and then there's Cebuano and so much more. Most know tagalog, so yeah...it's the main medium.
HEHEHE, Our language is weird but I love it. Who doesn't love their first language?
Anyway, I just wanted to add this...I don't know why...but I hope you didn't see me as arrogant. Plus, I also like researching languages. So yeah.
