Disclaimer: You must be terribly mistaken, I do not own Hetalia. However I do own my OCs, not the actual countries though.
Austria and Hungary had gone out for the weekend and left Mr. Germany in charge of the young adults Czechoslovakia halves. The man had no problem whatsoever with this, considering Czech was very contained and reasonable and Prussia was going to play video games with Slovakia and take the boy out with his friends for a few drinks and maybe pick up some chicks. Czech, being the nation's sister, did not exactly approve, but she had no say in the matter and only frowned when she heard the man's announcement.
Germany knew that the girl did not like Prussia's friend's, especially not France, because he was easy; and she did not like Spain because he had liked Romano ever since he first lived in his house. Still, none of that mattered, it would be a quiet night and he would surely be able to get his paperwork done early today, unlike most nights. The German could tell when the trio and their apprentice left, because Czech yelled after them, "Go fuck yourself, Pedo!" A grin crossed his face as he signed a few more papers.
In a lot of ways, she was just like her... Mom the Man. It was Slovakia who took after Hungary the most. But he hung out with Gilbert, and somehow didn't get killed by his Papa the Woman when he acted like the man. Germany found himself realizing that he actually spent a lot of time with Czech as well. She was always interested when he had friends over, especially ones like Italy and Japan. Every time, she was polite, well mannered, thoughtful, and a great listener. "An even better hostess," Germany found himself thinking as he scrawled his name on a few more documents. "One more to go," thought Germany as he pulled the last file in front of him.
"Czech is-" He muttered out loud. Upon hearing his own voice he stopped and sighed softly. "Attractive..." He finished in the security of his own mind. "I wonder where she is now..." Germany glanced at the clock. "She should have passed my office ten times by now... Czech is always busy before she goes to bed." "Dammit!" He cursed, mentally slapping himself before returning to his last file. It was no use, he had to pick it up first thing tomorrow. There was no use in trying to focus on work when the German clearly could not even control his train of thought. The words had kept on getting blurry as he stared them down.
The man loosened his tie and slicked his hair back. It wasn't as late as he normally stayed up for paperwork, but his thoughts were making him restless. Maybe Germany had been hanging out with his brother a little too much and his thoughts were becoming tainted by Prussia's pervertedness. Whatever it was, it was bad... Maybe. Germany trudged back to his room, dragging his feet, slowing as he passed Czech's room.
She was climbing up onto the top bunk. There was no guard rail or latter ever since she had it rebuilt. It did not even have a coat of paint or primer on it. Somehow she never complained about splinters either. Her forearms braced the baseboard, her back arched as she prepared to lift a stiff leg up and over the baseboard to pull herself up. Her arse stuck out quite gracefully.
Germany groaned and turned away, heading to his room. He couldn't linger too long without doing something about his thoughts. Maybe a nice shower or a change of clothes would help. Yes, that had to be it. One of the two or even both would help, maybe. Something would work, eventually, he decided as he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Next came his shoes then socks then belt then slacks. Finally he stood there in his boxers and glasses. "Dammit..." He grumbled to himself upon realizing he still had his reading glasses on. Germany was supposed to have left them in his office, now he had to pass Czech's room on the way there and on the way back. The German groaned and rubbed his face.
First off, he couldn't leave his room in just his boxers and glasses, so he put on some clothes and headed out on the long journey to his office. As he passed the young woman's room, there was no sight of her. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he continued on, a little less stressful this time. Once he arrived at his office, Germany removed his reading glasses and set them in their case. Then he tucked the case away in its rightful place back in a drawer. It was going to be a long, long night. Maybe the candies he had made earlier would help. Surely they would, they always worked for Hungary. He ventured off to the kitchen, the opposite direction of his room, grabbed the tin from the fridge and headed back to his room.
"Perhaps Czech would like some." Germany thought to himself. "Hey, Czech?" He called from the doorway. When the young woman's head popped up from behind a pile of blankets he nearly freaked. "Want some?" He offered, holding out a tin of candies as he walked into the room, nearing her loft.
"Oh, candy..." Czech muttered as she propped herself on her elbows at the edge and looked down at Germany. Her shirt slid down a little to show off her cleavage and the man could feel himself become flustered. "Sure, come on up!" She said with a tilt of her head and a cute little smile. It was something she had started doing a lot lately, she must have learned it from Italy or something. The young woman sat up on the edge and threw one leg over, then she reached down to offer him a hand so she could pull him up.
After quickly thinking into the future, Germany realized that that would be a bad idea and that his face would probably wind up in her bosom. "How about you come down," suggested Germany as he set the tin down on her dresser. This time it was he who offered help and held out his arms so he could brace her in order to help the woman on her way down.
Nodding, Czech threw her other leg over the edge and slid down slowly, using her forearms to keep her up until Germany had a firm hold on her thighs. Once she felt his hold was steady, she moved her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders so he could let her down a little more easily. Germany's hands then moved up from her thighs to her waist as they slowly worked together to make sure Czech had an easy landing. Czech smiled at him warmly, something she rarely did with other people. "Danke," she said softly as she tilted her head to one side yet again.
"Uh, you're welcome," Germany replied quickly then turned on his heals and left for his room without even a second glance.
A puzzled and confused Czech slowly reached for the tin of candies that he had left behind and sighed softly. With his running away so suddenly, she didn't have time to hit on him.
