~AN~ Hello, readers! I love all of my readers who have followed, favorited, or reviewed this story. I give you internet s'mores! XD I guess I lied to you about not updating today. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary- The other nations have noticed America has started wearing these weird, colored bracelets. What do they mean? The nations are determined to find out.
~Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia.
Color of seventh broken bracelet- Red
Meaning- wearer is willing to perform a lap dance
Slight pairing alert: America/Germany or Alfred/Ludwig
Fangirl Section: Lap dance...nightclub private room..champange...America/Germany...HELL YES!
Warnings: Maybe slight OOC-ness...? A lap dance in a nightclub!...XD This story is now M-rated!
Last minute note: I had to look up some information about lap dances to get the general idea of what your supposed to do when you give one(it's not actually 'dancing', just people grinding on each other in a private room, with the occasional strip tease.). XD This incident takes place 2 weeks after the movie theater one. I hope Germany is in character!
Translations: Scheiße- shit- German
The colored lights in the club pulsated on the walls. Red, blue, green. Germany was having trouble focusing on anything because of the strobe lights. He sighed and looked at his watch. America was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. The German leaned against the wall, watching the people on the dance floor. Some of the couples on the dancefloor looked no older than sixteen. They must have used fake ID's. Ludwig saw a young girl grinding shamelessly on a boy, but they were not on the beat of the music, so they looked really stupid. Germany felt uncomfortable standing there not doing anything, so he decided to try to find America in the large crowd. Of course, the people on the dancefloor were not making a path for him. Ludwig slowly pushed his way through the crowd, until he stopped when he saw a shock of blonde hair and glasses in the corner of his right eye.
"I finally found you! I was getting something at the store for tonight! A hero should always be prepared!" Germany turned toward Alfred, resisting the urge to chew him out for being late for their...why had the German agreed to come here? He wanted to be at home with his dogs, reading his dirty books.
"What did you get at the store that would be for tonight?" Ludwig felt he might know what Alfred was referring to, since he said he it was 'for tonight'. The German blushed a little, saying nothing.
"I'll show you the room I reserved. No one else is in there. Come on!" Germany liked the idea that no one else was in this room. Finally , some peace and quiet. Ludwig was not expecting the smaller blonde to grab his hand and barrel his way through the other people a near lightning speed to a darker part of the club. Ludwig had tensed when America had grabbed his hand. The German quickly removed his hand from Alfred's grasp, crossing his arms across his chest, a slight blush on his cheeks. The taller blonde gazed at his new surroundings with an uneasy expression. Ludwig felt awkward standing there waiting for the American to unlock the door to a room with a plaque that said 'PRIVATE ROOM' in large black letters hanging on the wall next to it. Why did America take me to a room called the 'private room'? , the larger blonde thought uneasily. The other man finally got the door open.
"Come on in, Germany!" Said nation cautiously stepped into the room. America closed the door as soon as the German was inside. Ludwig turned to face Alfred who was pouring a fizzy liquid into a glass cup on table that was built to be low to the ground.
"What did you have planned, America?"
"Just relax!" The German tried to follow the other's advice, but it was hard.
"Hey, Germany, you want some champange?", the smaller blonde asked, taking a sip from his own glass. Ludwig noticed those colored bracelets the other nation had started wearing reflecting the room's low light. The accessory that caught his eye was the red one.
"W-What? Oh, sure." America poured a glass for Germany and handed it to him. So, that's what he bought, champange. I was worried for nothing. The taller blonde glanced around the room as he sipped his drink. He had relaxed a little, it was quieter in the private room, since the music from outside the room was muffled to the point where you almost could not hear it. I wonder why that is?, Ludwig wondered. He turned to ask Alfred, but froze at what he saw.
"A-America, why did you take your shirt off? What are you doing?" The American looked up from where he had been folding his shirt.
"What? Is there something wrong? It was getting hot in here. Were both guys, it doesn't matter!" Alfred started laughing in his 'hero' laugh. The laugh Ludwig had to hear every meeting.
"Well, not everyone is comfortable with removing their clothes so freely.", the German said through gritted teeth. Germany had been gripping his glass in irritation, which suddenly shattered in his strong grip, the liquid splashing to the floor.
"Scheiße!", Ludwig cursed. The taller blonde checked his hand for cuts, then knelt and started gathering the shards.
"Dude, chill. It's just a glass."
The smaller blonde kneeled down beside the other country, watching the German work. Ludwig must not have been watching what he was doing when he had a rather large sliver of the glass in his hand, which he was pointing in America's direction, because he heard the smaller nation gasp and a snapping sound. Germany dropped all the broken glass, turning toward the other man.
"Did I cut you?", he asked frantically. The German saw the younger nation shake his head slowy, his eyes drifted to the floor. Ludwig's eyes did the same, his eyes widening at what he had done. The red bracelet, now snapped in half, was laying in a puddle of champange on the floor.
"How do you want to do this?"
"W-What?"
"How do you want me to give you a lap dance? Do you want to be laying down or sitting up?" Germany was blushing as red as a tomato by now. This was a very awkward situation.
"W-Why would you want give me a lap dance?", Ludwig blushed even harder from saying it out loud.
"You broke the red bracelet, that means I have to give you a lap dance. Now which position would you prefer? I'll choose the position if you don't in the next 5 seconds." Germany could not believe America was saying all this with such a neutral expression.
"I-I guess sitting up?" Ludwig said it like a question. Alfred smiled and walked to the other man, putting his hand on the German's broad chest, pushing him backward. Ludwig lost his balance a little when the back of his knees hit the couch. America pushed the German down so he was sitting on the couch. The American draped his arms around the other's neck. Germany could not believe this was happening. Mein Gott, what have I gotten myself into? The smaller blonde moved so he was straddling Germany. Ludwig did nothing but blush harder.
"You can touch me, you know. It's a good thing my shirt is already off, or I would've had to strip for you, too!" America moved the German's arms until they were wrapped around his waist. Ludwig looked off to the side, blushing even harder. Alfred then started grinding against Germany to the beat of a song the German could not hear. The larger blonde tightened his grip on the smaller nation's waist, finally looking into the other's eyes.
"See, this isn't so bad, is it?", the American huffed. Ludwig slowly shook his head, still blushing but not as bad as before. Soon, the German slowly began returning the other's movements with vigor. They continued this for a few minutes. America's moans were gaining intensity, Ludwig groaned low in his throat a few times. Suddenly, the smaller blonde moaned loudly and Germany felt warm wetness in the other's pants. Germany felt the same thing in his own pants soon after. Ludwig stopped moving quickly, blushing again, breathing heavily.
"Looks like we both enjoyed that a little too much.", Alfred said, trying to regain his breath.
Ludwig nodded mutely, still breathing heavily. America laid his head on the larger man's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "7 down, 9 to go."
~AN~ IT HAS BEEN FINISHED! I'm sorry if you thought a 'lap dance' was an actual dance, but it's not really dancing. I still hope you liked it! XD