~AN~ Hey peoples! Guess what, you guys get another sex scene!...*coughs* I was finally able to write again! I know I said I would've updated earlier, but some stuff came up. Well, I hope you still enjoy the chapter!
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 fifteenth broken bracelet- Glittery Blue
Meaning- is willing to perform anal sex
Slight pairing alert: America/Austria or Alfred/Roderich
Fangirl Section: I back from China!
Warnings: Maybe slight OOC-ness...? A piano is used in a way it probably shouldn't be...XD...This story is now M-rated!
Last minute note: I hope Austria is in character! This incident takes place 2 weeks after the meeting one.
"I hope you got the message I was trying to convey through the song.", Austria said calmly, standing from the piano bench, the last note of the song resounding throughout the room. America sat on the couch, munching on some cookies and finger sandwiches.
"Was that Beethoven? I bet it was! A hero is never wrong!", the blonde shouted while chewing, accidentally spitting some crumbs onto the coffee table. Roderich cringed and fought the urge to wipe them off. Alfred reached for another cookie, promptly shoving in his mouth, causing more crumbs to fall on the table. Austria grimaced and went to the sofa opposite Alfred.
"No, it was not Beethoven. It was Chopin." America shrugs and continues to eat. Roderich was finally fed up with the mess on the table and the someone who was responsible. The Austrian stands from his chair and storms (very gentleman-like, mind you) to the kitchen and grabs a dishrag. When he gets back to the living room, he puts the dishrag on the table in front of the American. But what neither nation counted on was that America would be reaching for a sandwich as Austria was bringing his hand back up. The snapping noise sounded rather loud in the mostly quiet room. Roderich freezes and flushes in embarrassment and Alfred looks down at his wrist. The sparkly blue bracelet was no longer on his wrist but sticking straight up out of one of the tea cakes on the table. The blonde swallows heavily and makes eye contact with the other. Austria does not move as America stands and starts walking towards him. The brown-haired man's eyes widen as he is pushed against the piano. Roderich struggles as he tries to push the American away from him.
"Just what on earth are you doing?" The Austrian was not expecting the soft, slightly chapped lips to be pressed to his soon after he spoke. Roderich struggles again but Alfred just presses his body closer, trapping the other against the piano. America pulls away and turns the other around and presses him against the piano again. Austria is still trying to protest and get away, but he stops when he feels the blonde lick his neck. Roderich is a little worried now.
"W-What are you doing to me?" He feels Alfred smile against his neck.
"Just fulfilling the bracelet you broke. It doesn't have to mean anything."
Roderich feels a little angry. He was tired of being used just to satisfy another nation's urges (mainly Prussia's), and now it had gone too far.
"Don't do this." The Austrian tried to sound tough but maybe America had selective hearing, because the blonde was moving his hand towards the other's pants. Before Roderich could protest again, Alfrd slips his hand past the waistband of Austria's pants and boxers, gripping him. The Austrian moans slightly, then blushes and covers his mouth with his hand.
"P-please...d-don't..." America laughs lowly in the other's ear.
"Don't what?" The blonde pumps Roderich a little harder. The shorter nation gasps.
"Th-that!", Austia grips the larger's arm with both his hands and squeezes tightly. The blonde smirks and uses his other hand to slide Austria's pants down, then lifts the same hands to the smaller's mouth.
"Suck." Roderich tries to resist and Alfred pumps him hard again and Roderich moans. The American slips his fingers into the older nation's mouth before he closes it again. Austria licks and sucks the other's fingers and hears the other moan in his ear. The fingers are taken from the brown-haired man's mouth and the Austrian feels a finger circle his entrance.
"I-I don't want th-this..." Roderich squrims in slight discomfort at the feeling of a finger enter his body.
"It'll be over in a second. It can't be all that bad, can it? The hero never hurts anyone, anyway, so you have nothing to worry about." The shorter man says nothing and starts to feel a warm feeling in his stomach. Roderich new he was close. He moans and drops his head on his arms, which had since been folded on top of the piano.
"H-how c-can you do th-this to me around my p-piano?"
"What was that?", Alfred inserts another finger and scissors the both. When the blonde hears a barely muffled scream of pleasure from the other, he knows he has found what he was looking for. Alfred then feels a warm wetness on the hand that was pumping the shorter nation. He's streched enough. America pulls out his fingers and frees his own erection with the same hand. He nudges Austria with his knee.
"I'll be right back." Roderich says nothing and shivers at the loss of body heat. Austria grimaces at the notion, but he can not help thinking he wants Alfred back. The blonde went to the coffee table and picked up the dishrag, cleaning off his dirty hand. He drops the soiled cloth on the floor and returns to the other.
"Are you ready for something bigger than fingers?" Roderich shivers, half in anticipation and half in worry. The shorter man nods slowly and braces himself for the intrusion. Alfred uses his own saliva to lubricate himself and presses the tip against the Austrian's entrance, pushing in slightly.
"Your kinda tight.", the blonde says through slightly gritted teeth.
"Relax, Austria." Said man slowly does and America is able to slide all the way in. Roderich shudders and groans at the sensation of being filled. The shorter man lifts his head slightly.
"Y-you can m-move..." The brown-haired man drops his head back onto his arms. The blonde smiles and begins to thrust in and out slowly. Roderich grips the edge of the instrument with his hands and starts to pant and thrust back. Roderich's head shoots up suddenly and he moans loudly in pleasure, letting the American he had hit his prostate. The Austrian feels himself get hard again. Alfred smirks and thrusts harder and a little faster.
"Th-there! Harder! Faster! More, please!", Austria all but shouts. America fufills the Austrian's wants and grits his teeth when he comes. Roderich follows soon after, moaning. America pulls out and the other collapses onto the piano bench, legs shaking.
"15 down, 1 to go...", America says as he catches his breath.
A/N- I feel proud of this...XD Next chapter is the last bracelet!