Author's Note:
Sorry for posting this late. I like this, anyway the main point is that I have been focusing too much of DenAme that I keep on forgetting that I have ideas that they have some friends besides each other, but THEY ARE THE BESTEST FRIENDS!
Now, I am planning to finish a fic today and post it maybe tomorrow or a few days later...Merry Xmas, I still have to review for a quiz.
GCJakey's note:
Again, the word 'sex' is used a lot. I PROMISE NEXT CHAPTERS WON'T HAVE THAT ANYMORE! I promise :")
I have nothing left to say!
Warnings: Mentions of a LoOoOOoOOOOoooTTTTT of multiple one night stand! Mentions that Denmark and America are Notorious at topping! Mentions that they have slept with friends and MOST are embarrassed that they've never topped the duo :"(! Embarrassing stuff...Sappy feelings...Insecurity! Close friendships! LOL!
Anyway this has the China thing about America's debt...then PruSpa..then RomaBel...
We do not own Hetalia! XD
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The Drama of having Friends
Alfred was lying on his very large and very soft bed. A lot of pillows were in utter disarray, some were completely on the floor while others were on limbo. A huge body pillow was hugged rather tightly by his strong bare arms, cheeks snuggled deeply. Blankets were wrapped and knotted around his scarcely clothed body due to his constant moving. And the cherry on top was his marvelous wings, completely relaxed and free.
Another reason why a house was important, it was a lot easier to have his wings out than with it 'tucked' in. It wasn't really strenuous but it was annoying. It was a strange feeling that he could not express. But nothing mattered as long as his wings were out and about.
*RING*RING*RING*
After some strong snores, he stopped with a subtle silent choke before twisting and moving, his dry lips smacking and throat wheezing from the feeling of dehydration. He scratched the back of his head, eyes not wanting to open. His wings started flapping wildly like some sort of spasm.
His back arched reflexively as he rolled to his side. His arms and legs stretched to their fullest extent and toes curled much like how a cat would elongate its body.
*RING*RING*RING*
The American groaned in annoyance, fetching his clock that was on his nightstand next to his bed.
'Who the fuck calls at…' He looked at the square clock with his stunning amber eyes that could see perfectly well in the dark. '…1:30…am!'
This was getting him more irritated. He had to go meet China later and that means he had to save as much energy as he can, knowing that the old coot was going to open up about his boss's debt to China or something else like that…he'd probably try selling pirated stuff again or imitation watches and all that.
*RING*RING*RING*
He rubbed his pulsating eyes and massaged his soring neck. Eyes turned back to their well-known shade of cerulean.
"Hello. Good morning, it's 1:30 in the morning and who the hell is this!?" His voice was throaty and dry, affecting his blaring scream.
"Oh, haj, America…" Matthias' voice sounded low, soft and humiliated. "…bad time?"
"N-no, it ain't…" Al stood up, very eager to talk to his caller. He rubbed his eyes, then nose, then the dry drool trail on the side of his lips. He just got so fucking embarrassed.
"Are ya sure? It's like 1 a.m. there." The Dane sounded worried and started feeling reluctant to continue.
"You don't say…" Al agreed. "So…what's up?" If it was him, he wouldn't mind at all but he needed a good explanation at least.
"Um…n-nothing." Denmark confessed, reddening on the other side of the line.
"Okay…" America sounded a little annoyed. He felt his blood boil and his teeth grit.
~*SILENCE*~
He took one long breath.
"NOW WHAT KIND OF FUCKING REASON IS THAT? DUDE, I WAS HAVING THE BEST FUCKING DREAM OF MY LIFE!" Alfred shouted through his phone, making his friend irk back.
Yes, it was a very sexy dream…the kind of dreams where Denmark who'd be on top of him…sliding his jeans off while giving America an awesome lap dance…and ironically, the said nation was the one who woke him up.
"Undsklyd. Undsklyd. Undsklyd." The Dane apologized repeatedly completely realizing the folly he had just committed.
The American took one long sigh, sensing that his friend was holding his breath. "Det er fint. Jeg er ked af, samt." He apologized softly.
"Um…J-Ja…" Matthias blushed. "Just makin' sure that yer fine…"
"I'm fine; don't get yer tail in a knot…" Alfred smiled warmly.
"U-undsklyd, igen."
"Same ol' Den-dude." The Texan slur was ringing its way to the other's ear.
Matthias hummed, not being able to think of anything else.
"So…" The Danes cleared his throat. "Ya meeting up with Ch~I-na today?" Fuck. Denmark's voice broke…
Instead of calming down, all he could feel was his palm sweat, throat tighten, and face heat up. His heart beat so loudly that he couldn't even hear the roar of laughter from the American and the people he was with.
He could 'see' Al's face, snorting and chuckling cutely. Then everything went back to normal, Al wiping a stray tear from his left eye.
"Yup." Al still had a few chuckles he had to get out.
"Do ya…*cough*…want me to come with ya?" Matthias asked with an easy smile before chugging down his mug of beer rather eagerly.
"Yer in another country…should I wait for six hours plus an hour from the airport to here?" The American cocked one of his brows, secretly loving the idea.
Matthias laughed loudly. "Just making sure that yer fine."The younger nation's heart melted when he heard the tenderness in his voice.
"I think I'm pretty capable of doing it on my own." Al smiled smugly. "So, what're you doing?"
"Oh, hanging out with Sadiq, Lars, and Li…ya know, the guys!" Denmark took a moment to look at the men who weren't seen by his best friend.
"Tell them I said hi." Al bid his farewell. "Farvel, I really need some sleep." He gave out a little tired yawn.
Denmark gave one curt nod. "Sure. Good luck with grandpa!"
*CLICK*
Matthias had a goofy grin as he looked at his phone, thinking whether or not he should call again. He was wearing his red and white long-sleeved raglan baseball shirt, he was HUGE (NO surprise).
"Do ya want me to come with ya, sweet Alfred of mine~?" Turkey, wearing a black wife beater and white cargo pants in spite of the cold, pursed his lips and made teasing giggles and smooching sounds. He was wearing a bracelet that was given by sweet Italy.
"Ja." Holland decided to join in, making hearts with Sadiq's tanned fingers entangled with his. He didn't look like it, but he just loved teasing the older yet younger-looking Dane.
He was wearing a knitted-sweater Germany made for him, though it wasn't very comfortable, he'd still wear it for his beloved Ludy.
"Ya guys have t'lay off'im. 'E's j'st protective o'his wife, like all'o'us!" Scotland came to his friend's aid, before bursting to laughter as well.
"…'E sure ain't getting'any fr'm him! And it's been like cent'ries since he's got any...wee li'l Alfie on d'other hand…" The loud Scotsman laughed so hard that he had to sit down, though he was very reluctant to continue his story.
His bachelor days (including the Turk's and the Dutch's) were filled with very wild one-night stands and the young American was a surprising master at it…like 'I sure as hell won't be me getting' fucked, grandpa' master. The three men's supposed masculinity and musk and over-all age and experience and ruggedness…weren't really a match to the younger nation's prowess. Pretty humiliating actually, you know getting topped by someone younger…and shorter.
He wore a loose grey cotton button up under a fur-trimmed jacket. His fingers were filled with numerous rings, some silly with stupid hearts that Macau thought were cute.
"I sleep around ya now, just as much as him." Denmark replied calmly, just then a hot chick with the best racks and ass came to put a huge stack of food on their table.
"…we had the best time, Olson…" She swung her arms around the buff Dane and her legs around his taut, powerful hips. "…can't believe you can handle a whole dorm of us…we didn't know that half of what you did was even possible…" she whispered sultrily, making Mathias chuckle sensually accepting her fake lips, fully acknowledging her desperation.
The brunette bombshell, winked at the three other men, who were in a loving relationship. "Get pointers from him, you'll need it." She laughed boisterously before leaving the four men to resume whatever they were doing.
The three looked like they saw their moms having sex with a woman. They stiffened and fell silent.
"Ya know…I remember a few decades back, when we were all single…" Matthias allowed the golden nectar in his mug to swish around.
"…and ya were all my little…how do I put this…" The old nation, older than the Dutch at least, looked at them coldly, his cheek squished by his propped arm. "Play things…"
They gulped down invisible rocks.
"…ya all wanted it good, hard, and dry…I know it still makes yer spines tingle." He smiled devilishly, each replied with whimpers and scared nods as they felt jolts run down their spines.
"I still have the audios, ya know, maybe Ludy, Feli, and Xav would wanna hear how much ya want to be in their position?" He chuckled deeply.
"N-now, no need to be hasty, Matthias, we're all friends here." Lars was the first to technically beg.
"Ya. W-we were j'st kiddin'round…ya funny bastard!" Alistor came next, giving the King of the North a nice massage on the back.
"So, Sadiq…what do ya have t'say?" He looked deranged, his cold blue eyes colder than liquid nitrogen.
"N-nothing, (master)…I-I'll get you m-more beer…" The Turk raised his arms to call on a waiter and immediately ordered him to get loads more beer.
"Good…meget god…" Matthias relaxed seeing three of his close friends in a very submissive and scared state.
Turkey, the eldest, was breathing extremely heavily, crossing his legs.
Scotland was still trying to knead his broad back.
Lastly, Netherlands was still on his knees, clutching the Dane's hand as if he was the godfather.
Matthias' face faltered, eyes watering and mouth turning into a crooked line.
"I can't believe ya all fell for it!" Denmark laughed loudly and genuinely, the three other nations took their respective seats, looking down with a heavy dark blush.
"Y-you don't have d'evidence?" The Scot asked reluctantly.
"I do, but I won't be using it for blackmail and I'm sure as hell that I don't want yer partner's getting ideas of doing (humiliating) (consensual) rape (role-play) to ya guys." He calmed the men's nerves.
They were relieved.
"But I will if ya don't open up to them about it. I see how yer three wives look at me…I'm pretty sure that ya all told the stories we've made in a rather different point of view." The Scandinavian said matter-of-factly.
"…LARS STARTED IT!" Sadiq immediately accused the Dutch that was in between him and his red-headed companion.
"WHY YOU SON OF A-" Holland rolled his sleeves and clenched his fist.
"En." Denmark lifted one finger up in the air, his eyes closed and mouth frowned.
"Tu."
"Tre." The third was up and by then, the two stopped completely and sat rigidly, like so many times before. Their friend's hand slammed the wood softly. That signaled that Denmark expected complete and utter silence from the three. If they didn't then…well, it was a bit humiliating…
Denmark was kind of the big-brother-friend type. He was an all-around nice guy and all, but he did seem to have a knack for keeping people under control, he could even control three rowdy full-grown men without so much as raising a fist.
The Dane opened his cool eyes, crossed his arms, and tapped his foot. The two knew exactly what he wanted them to do. They didn't need to wait for him to say it, that'll make him more irritated.
"Üzgünüz!" The Turk apologized, though he still bore his green eyes rather heatedly towards the Dutch.
"Sorry." The Dutch replied back, still not letting his yellowish green irises to leave the Turk's.
They heard the Scot's proud, teasing laugh, annoying them to their wits.
Sadiq and Lars grinned at each other before standing up haughtily. "Well, this Scot's been telling Xav that you're into…" They whispered eagerly to their friend's ear, impossibly in-synch and clear.
Matthias looked at Alistor with a huge blush before laughing his guts out. "Ya told…that I was…and he…" he couldn't stop laughing, leaving Scotland crazy embarrassed.
"Don't make…make me s-send…your audio file to X-Xav!" Denmark threatened between strong bursts of laughter.
"N-NO! Y-ya can't…I-I was just…" Scotland looked so horrified that he was about to cry.
"I just felt intimidated…" He continued after giving a long sigh. "Is all."
"''Bout what, Li?" Denmark placed his phone back in his pocket and looked at him, willing to listen and console.
"Well…e's a big shot billion'ire who owns thirty Casinos worldwide…and I'm…I just make violins, trumpets, and pianos f'r a livin'." Scotland took a newly-lit cigarette to his dry lips.
"And what's so wrong with that? Yer in-demand…hell; the piano I bought from ya's the best one I've played since…well, ever." The Dane reassured his friend. "Xav's never made the money he makes a reason for ya to feel insecure…"
"I know…but it's me…I feel like I'm being a burden…we bought a house and he paid most of it. I mean, I'm financially secure…and he's a rather simple guy…but…" Li just groaned in annoyance. "Ya won't understand."
"So you think that I'm not intimidated that I'm just a florist and Ludy's flying all-over the world making some of the most incredible buildings?" Lars sighed, looking annoyed as well.
"Well, Feli's been featured on Vogue thrice…and everything inside those issues were either made or styled by him while I'm at home managing a Turkish delights shop that's not even a tenth of America's dessert store." Sadiq sunk down on his chair to, joining the depressed duo.
Matthias looked worried; he has never been in a relationship so he didn't know shit. But that didn't mean that he couldn't think of some way to ease their spirits.
"The only thing left to do is to be honest." The three perked up, wanting to interject and reason why it was never a good idea. "Yer only problem is pride. They won't judge ya, they love ya to bits…I am sure that they know where all of ya are coming from." He smiled.
"If they get angry, then it's just another hurdle ya have to overcome. Of course, it'll take time for them to think of a way to make ya happy. There'll be denial, then bargaining, then depression, then finally acceptance in the process. ALL YA NEED IS TO BE HONEST AND KEEP ON TALKIN'!" It was damn good advice, but the three were still unsatisfied, grumbling and moping around.
"Ya don't want to show how upset ya are…*SIGH*…" Denmark crossed his arms. "Sometimes being honest is harder than acting tough…"
The three nodded.
"We're men not machines, they love ya…they won't judge, just please try…" The cool blue orbs were all the encouragement they needed, worries melting away momentarily.
"Sure." "Ja." "Tamam."
The three smiled, wiping the tears that were about to form.
"Ya know what…tell them whatever ya want…Sure, I have bottomed for ya guys for years…let's just keep it that way…" Matthias smiled tenderly, not minding to take a blow to the ego if it was for a weird, unexplainably good cause.
His friends were left stunned, seemingly grateful to 'Senpai'. It looked like some sort of Super Sentai ending with a golden sun and shitty sparkles.
"I'll be payin'…" Denmark smiled warmly. "Just get your fill and I'll be on my way."
"What?" the three reacted in unison.
"Not yet, come on, Matthias, we don't hang out as much anymore." Sadiq pleaded, his hands enveloping both his.
"I still have commissions to finish and I have a heart-bypass later." Denmark smiled sadly.
"Then, could we hang out after?" Lars suggested, though his face looked balnk.
"Maybe, I'll give ya all a call…if ya aren't busy as well…" The Dane suggested and the three men agreed with a curt nod.
"We won't, we'll make sure of it." They answered causing Matthias to smile but then his phone rang.
He looked at the message and cursed under his breath; he got his wallet and took out some Euros. He grabbed his coat from his chair and looked at the three men. "The kid needs a heart by-pass now…gotta go…call ya later." He rushed for the door, leaving the three awkwardly silent.
They fished for their phones almost immediately and called their lovers.
"Hey, Feli." "Ludy." "Xav."
"I-I didn't top Denmark way back then…" they confessed in perfect synch. "I-I was the one g-getting fucked…f-felt very good…h-he was very very hard on me…b-but, that doesn't mean th-" they were cut by hysterical chatters.
"What? You're not bothered that I lied…" they smiled, before it fell down to an uncomfortable frown. "Y-you think it's hot…" then they became more miserable. "…Y-you want to…make…me…walk funny for a week…?" then there were chatters on the other end. "…H-high heels…m-me? S-stockings…l-leather?" The husbands nodded and gave reluctant 'uh-huhs' before their wives finally decided to hang up.
Each pair of glistening viridian shades fell to the floor. Embarrassment plastered each man's face. Their eyes were glancing at each other awkwardly before going back down to the floor in a snap.
Sadiq started to laugh it off nervously. "Can't b-believe that F-feli's r-really begging for me to g-get inside him…"
…
Turkey wasn't as disturbed. He has been forced to wear a corset on numerous occasions…so, no biggy.
"J-ja, I know what you mean. Ludy's practically moanin'…" Lars forced himself to smile.
…
Netherland started to stare blankly, dirty stimulating thoughts raping his mind.
"O-oh…W-well, x-xav said that he's been p-preparin' f'r m' since this mornin' B-beat t…t-th-tha-th-th-th-that...THAT!" Li's recurring stutter was getting the best of him.
…
Scotland was practically salivating, fuck humiliation; he didn't even care if Macau decided to take pictures.
All of them were all too busy to talk, playing with their food as their minds wander and hearts race.
They've been friends long enough to sense whether or not they were lying. It wasn't a secret to anyone of them that they weren't the ones that were getting inside tonight. It was very obvious that the three of them were rather excited to be the one…receiving but it was better to keep it to themselves, they still had manly pride to look after.
"T-this is some great-ass steak pasta…" Sadiq, the usual silence-breaker, did his job, commenting on the morsel of rather mediocre meat and pasta he was chewing.
"And this…potatoes…are kind of lumpy." Lars, the negative one, started mashing on some of the hard bits of potato that the chef so carelessly left.
"Dismsum's not dimsum-y enough…" Even Li, the tsun-tsun of the bunch, grumbled on the unappetizing knock-off in front of him.
"This is the last time we order something from a bar menu…" Their minds and mouths clicked and formed he sentence in unison. They smirked coolly after finishing.
"That's what we always say." Their smirks turned into a huge toothy grin.
Lars sighed and rolled his eyes, the only person he'd be willing to share mushy feelings was back at the hotel. He took his beer mug and raised it up. "Cheers?"
"Cheers." The other two raised their mugs, leaning on the table with their forearm on the top.
*CLANG*
The friends drank the contents of their mugs with a huge smile.
Now the only thing left was to talk to their lovers about their problem and then thank Denmark later.
Alfred came down the stairs with a damp towel over his hair.
America just finished taking a shower, his pants buckled but white shirt unbuttoned. His hair was soft and damp and his skin was fresh and flushed. He placed his favorite jacket on a chair while he cleaned up the food pieces that were left from cooking earlier.
As he wiped the countertop clean, he continuously noticed his numerous scars and burn marks, making him sigh and grumble.
He washed his hands and towel-dried them as fast as he could. He got his gloves and put them on almost immediately.
America looked down his awesome torso, thinking whether or not he should cover up the tats. He shrugged then started buttoning. It wasn't like he was gonna strip today.
*DING*DONG*
'Now who could that be?' The ravishing American thought as he approached the door.
"Mei Guo…" China blared as he looked up the sloppily dressed American. "AIYA! You are not even prepared yet, you young countries are definitely tardy." He stomped his feet like a child throwing a tantrum.
China continued to grumble in Chinese. The taller nation, pretending that he couldn't understand, continued to button his shirt.
"I'll be ready in a few…" Al had his back facing the ancient Asian. He hid his fairly sad frown, taking the other's insults very hard.
He went up the stairs. China, not bothering an invitation, went in, grumbling on.
~*Time Skip*~
The drive was bearable…on Al's side. The worst part was Wang's constant chattering with Shinitty on the phone while continuously raping the replay button on 'Crazy Frog' and the worst was the fact that he had to buy that song on iTunes just for China's sake.
His silly companion almost ALMOST forced him to buy the hamster song as well…other songs that were complete techno nonsense.
He didn't appreciate P!nk or Maroon 5 or Bruno or Queen or Aerosmith and well, anybody who's made a well-meaning, catchy song.
They were now parked in a five-star hotel's parking lot, Al not making a fuss of walking back to the hotel's main entrance much to China's annoyance.
They made their way in the hotel, both taking a moment to take in the golden chandelier and the cozy, grandiose appeal of the lobby.
"Wang Yao?" Al asked the hostess, who was fairly young and looked kind and not at all snooty.
"This way, Sir." She politely guided inside. Again, the interior was amazing and the chairs were like clouds.
The way there was silent. China thought it was beneath him to start the conversation and America didn't see why he had to talk to him.
The hostess directed them to their table, like a magician's assistance flirtatiously waving while their boss did some fake tricks.
"Thanks." Alfred smiled as he took his seat and looked at the menu while China sat across the table, looking impatient.
The American wanted some of the Filet Mignon with couscous and wild mushroom sauce. He also wanted some of the Pot roast and maybe some of the sea food pasta.
"AIYA! Why are you so silent?" China raised his voice.
What? Alfred's not really that loud of a person.
"ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE AND GET A BURGER?" Wang continued. "That is why you are so unhealthy and sloppy."
"Yer right, I'm probably gonna choose the oiliest, fattiest one here." Alfred forced a huge grin, unintentionally crumpling the menu.
"...What are you doing?! Paper is expensive!" The country that first made paper noticed what the American was doing.
"Oh nothing…anyway, what did you want to talk about?" Alfred asked, hiding the ruined folder.
"Right." China sighed. "You have been avoiding the debt you have for too long."
America breathed out tiresomely. Of course, it had to be about the debt…it always was and it always will be. He cracked a toothy grin.
"Has it been that long? I mean, the last time you asked about it was…" Alfred stretched his body up, his hands going to the back of his head.
"Two months ago and you continued to avoid me." China stood up. "So are you paying or not?"
"Yer asking me to pay, now? I don't have trillions of dollars in my pocket, you know?" America joked calmly.
"AIYA! Not the point! This has been going long enough, pay now or…or…" Wang looked down on his feet, formulating a threat.
"Or what?" Alfred looked at him heatedly. "For yer information, I am not holding the country's money. If you want it so badly, why don't you talk to my boss?" He asked, feeling the feral feline-aquiline nature of his eyes slipping.
"I HAVE! And he has not even thought about it! Now, I am forcing you to tell him." China was really confronting him now.
"Sorry…never been that close to most of 'em." America still kept his ass on his chair.
"You aren't even trying, I need the money! AIYA! I need it!" Wang was starting to throw a tantrum again.
"For what? I haven't heard any shit happening on yer part of the world. In fact, isn't business always boomin'? And then there's always crappy videos 'bout 'Come to China, fun, fun, fun, live here now' you play during every meeting?" The younger nation ranted, now raising his voice.
"It is the principle of it all. You borrowed something, now bring back what is mine!" The Chinese man definitely wasn't backing down.
"I cannot force anyone to pay…so it's either suck it up or humiliate yerself…" America gave him his choices. He can no longer do anything more.
"Or…"China sat down, crossing his legs, fingers fluttering flirtatiously. "We can have…hate sex…"
The blatant comment was definitely unsettling. He hated sex with the needy…fairly androgynous man.
The American didn't feel a spark for him, unlike the others he has done. Most times, he just made China finish and then he'll pull out and leave. That's what he'd usually do to avoid trouble. It kept Wang quiet for months or so, years if he liked it. It was probably the crappy movie he watched last night, but he didn't give a damn anymore. He had enough.
"I don't want to, go fuck yerself, 'sure as hell that I won't." Alfred pushed himself away. He stood up and zipped his jacket. Fuck all this; he wasn't even in to one-night stands anymore.
"You are making a huge mistake." China was now chasing after him, people looking at them.
"I'm making a mistake?" America looked at him, feeling extremely angered. "Trade between us is the hugest in the world. If my boss cuts that or yer boss or, God forbid, me…force my boss, there will be huge loss on both our sides." China wanted to interject, but the other was sure as hell not finished.
"…I swear that I will kick my boss' ass if he doesn't cut all trade between me and the fucking world. Trade will only happen within my quarters and I won't give a fuck 'coz it'll be enough until we raise up. But if we did that, what about the others? Do you want all of us to live like hermits? Oh wait…yer used to that shit, gramps." Again, Wang wanted to squeeze in the rant again, but failed as he noticed the sudden change in the younger country's eye color.
"Yer not the only one who has been through shit. Oldest or not. If you want, you can just do it already." America taunted, his arms outstretched.
"…If it doesn't work out for me, then…people will be moving out…second great migration…maybe even surpassing yer own…" He gave an unsettling smile. "I'll be gone…I won't mind. For me, I've lived long enough." He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to suck up as much peace as he could.
He opened his eyes, back to sapphire-blue.
"Bye then."He exited the restaurant hastily, leaving the oldest living nation at present time.
America just came back from the gym. He kinda had to pay for some equipment getting broken, like punching bags, kettle balls, and maybe some barbells. He really tried keeping his strength within human level but he couldn't. He seriously couldn't even control his own strength.
He was wearing his normal house clothes. He had his football jersey on and grey sweat pants. His jersey was red…he suddenly had a liking to the color.
He also had his trusty glasses on, a little foggy from his shower. He jumped to the couch, face down. He didn't feel like doing anything. He was contented moping around.
*DING*DONG*
"Oh…Just fuck me already!" America groaned miserably, dragging himself to the door. He opened the door slowly, lacking any vigor.
"AMIGO!" A man almost tackled America.
The taller American looked confusingly at the shorter Spaniard who was just looking at him formulating something with his innocent sparkling green eyes.
"MI AMIGO!" He cheered again, hugging Al tightly, arms around his neck. Al shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smile.
"You haven't change one bit!" Al commented.
"What does that suppose to mean? I changed a lot. I'm no bad guy. I'm no crazy conquistador!" Spain pulled away, puffing his cheeks.
"Dude, just drop it…" Al chimed teasingly, causing Toni's face to falter.
"You're no fun…" Toni looked on sadly before shaking his head and wearing a calmer expression.
"Same old control-freak, conquistador?" Al couldn't help but tease Spain. He knew exactly what to say to get him acting all jumpy.
"I am not! I am a laid-back Spaniard." Toni defended himself proudly. "It's been years, Al, please do not bring that up again." He then softened his eyes and pouted his lips.
"lo siento…" Al smiled reassuringly. "…You know, that's right about the same time I kinda turned crazy too." He furrowed his brows together, remembering his awkward 'world-will-become-my-bitch' phase.
"Oh, you mean you're whole 'I-hate-Europe'… 'I-wanna-be-a-world-power-too'… 'Everybody-hates-me-so-I'll-make-them-my-bithces plan?" Toni smirked smugly.
"I didn't hate you guys that much…" the taller nation crossed his arms as Spain rolled his eyes.
"Sure and I wasn't married to Austria." Toni giggled, causing America to sigh.
"Fine, I did. But everything's fine now." Al assured.
"As if. You're still pretending like you're someone else when we're at meetings. Can't you at least open up more? I mean, don't you wanna tell them how much it hurts?" Toni placed his tanner hands on the very broad shoulder. "You won't get more friends like that…you're a good man and it just doesn't feel righ-"
"Deténgase…" America said lowly.
There was a moment of silence, Al's eyes wide and somehow watery.
"Not now, please…" Al cautioned in his whisper. Spain remained stunned for awhile, looking at the very embarrassed and hurt eyes of his close friend.
"Lo siento, mi amigo, lo siento…" Antonio came in for a tight hug, stroking the marvelously toned back that he used to clutch onto during their multiple nights together.
Was it so wrong to still feel a strong (not necessarily romantic) connection with the young man that rocked his world?
No, it wasn't really the sex…but the strong friendship that started from it. Being countries and all, sex can be just sex, even less significant than to humans. So, their case is fairly rare.
He can still remember forcing the American to stay the night, nagging him to drink some brandy with him…feeling guilty whenever he remembered the young nation's face full of despair during their rounds. He could feel that the young nation was hiding more problems that he let on.
Things started awkward but as one became two and three and ten and so on, they started fucking like rabbits, stare at the wall for an hour, pop some wine open then laugh their asses of on whatever they found humorous or do some man-crying about stuff that bothered them.
Toni pulled away, caressing the fairer cheek with his gloved hand.
"Dude, stop it…yer seriously creeping me out." Al commented, though he didn't pull away, not wanting to hurt his friend's rather sensitive heart.
"…remember fucking me then?" Toni smiled, not at all fazed by his temerity. Al, on the other hand, was blushing.
"…That's all in the past. I mean, we just did it a couple of times…r-really takes the pressure off." Al laughed nervously, honestly, why did he have to have such a fragile heart and an uncontrollable organ?
"I do not think that those counted as a couple. I do not think that you ever slept only a couple of times…with us." Spain continued to bring back memories to America, stuff he didn't really want to remember since it was embarrassing.
"Of all the entire stupid subjects you can choose to talk about, sex is the best you can come up with?" Al was definitely embarrassed.
"Hey, I'm the country of passion. And that is one of my passions." Spoken like a true hot-blooded Spaniard.
"So, you don't mind me tellin' Prus-man then?" the other's brows were arched high and mouth grinned like the Cheshire cat.
"I-I do mind…" Spain blushed like one of his tomatoes. "If you told him that…I'll die…DIE. DIE. DIE!" He stomped his feet in emphasis.
Love was different for countries though, when you found the one…you fall very very hard. Sex was better. Mornings were better. Fuck, everything was better.
"Did you start showing yer moves, you know, yer little-little." America gave his perfect ass a small shake, hinting what he meant.
"N-no…" The older European faltered 'bravely'. "Well…" He looked away, blushing.
America could definitely feel a grin growing. "C'mere!" he pulled his friend and slammed the door behind. He pushed his friend down his sofa and sat in front of him, literally hyperventilating in anticipation.
"It was a few hours ago…" Spain closed his eyes.
'So Prussia's in town.'
"We went to a café and I 'accidentally' dropped my wallet…" The older man looked too embarrassed to continue his pathetic story.
"What the hell did you do next?" Alfred's eyes were sparkling.
"…of course, I picked it up…slowly…I was literally showing my rump…" He continued, titillating giggles erupted from the other.
"I turned around slowly, I really wanted to see if he was watching and he wasn't! He was too busy designing for his clothing line to even notice me…I mean, I should be happy that he's out of the tattoo business but he's so busy nowadays with his brand and stuff…we don't hang out as much as usual. I MEAN HOW THE HELL WON'T HE NOTICE ME WHEN I'M WEARING MY ASS SLACKS! No pants better shows off my ass than this!" Antonio stood up showing the black slacks that truly made his bottom stand out.
"That's fucking cute!" America felt all tingly like he watched some sort of chick flick.
"I'm a patient man, so I took my seat." Spain took his seat. "…and pretended to read some crappy article about relationships in a magazine…" He mimed a table and a magazine as well.
"I grabbed my coffee…" The European grabbed for his imaginary coffee… "and I spilled it all over my shirt!" He proclaimed proudly.
"…SHIT! Then what!?" America couldn't stand it, he was rocking back and forth.
"I took off my shirt." Spain, a nation who got carried away easily, took off his bright orange dress shirt with not so much as a shred of reluctance.
His deliciously muscled tanned body decorated with body hair exposed to his friend who was not even the least bit embarrassed.
"…lemme guess…he wasn't even looking." By the way his friend's face looked, America's guess was right.
"Maybe he's just not interested in me…maybe he likes another person and I'm just stupid enough to think that my best friend would ever see me as a lover." Toni looked as miserable as Al moments ago.
"I know how you feel." America stroked the other's bare back. "Just don't call it quits, one day you'll get him…I am sure of it!"
"You think so?" the tanner nation lifted his head up, Al nodding in response.
"Why don't I get us some movies we can watch?" America stood up, going through Netflix on his internet TV.
"Sí!" Spain's affirmation was muffled by the thick comfy cushions of the awesome couch.
*DING*DONG*
"Another visitor!" America noted sarcastically, growing tired of opening the door. He opened the door in much haste and long behold, it was his albino friend.
"So…what brings you here, Prus-man?" Alfred smirked, one arm up on the doorframe.
"I need you to sew some of my designs…and maybe do whatever you're good at to make it awesome-r!" Prussia entered in a hurry.
He wore a snowy white cottony stretchy loose boat-neck shirt that was revealing his much toned neck and traps. He wore it under a shawl-collared buttoned vest that was black, his pants were light grey with some metal emblems and he wore checkered blue and black slip-ons. He had his glasses on as well as his sketchpad and numerous coloring materials messily tucked away in his side bag.
"Well, Lemme see 'em…" America extended his hand, receiving the small sketch pad.
Alfred scanned through his friend's doodles. They were stylish, up-to-date, risky, edgy, and…complicated. Every detail was elaborated and by the number of straps, strings, and buckles, it would take too long for them just to put it on. Other than the beautiful illustrations were frustrated scribbles and stuff like 'suck my dick!', 'I'm fucking awesome', and 'fuck FASHION!' were written very angrily.
"I think that this is your best collection to date…" Gil smiled proudly. "But, it's a bit too over-the-top, you can't make regular women and men wear this and yer only putting to account supermodel body types." America duly noted, humbling the Prussian.
"Make it a little simpler, more Ready-to-wear. Yer making clothes for the public, not high fashion." He continued, smiling warmly at his friend. "Den-dude gave me a lot of his sketchbooks on anatomy and it has all sorts of body types, you can base some stuff there if you want."
"Ja, danke!" Prussia smiled back. America darted upstairs, going to his room where he kept the thick books.
"HEY, AL, where's all your ice cream…I wanna eat my sorrows away!" Antonio stepped out of the living area, half-clothed, sloppy and…cute…
"Al?" His green eyes wandered from side to side, suddenly clashing with bright rubies.
"T-Toni…" Gilbert sounded very pitchy as he felt his hands shake.
"Yes, whatever…" Spain frowned, sounding less than chipper, and went back to the living room in a slouched posture.
"Found the ice cream!" Antonio hollered, digging through the fridge and pulling out the small bucket of home-made ice cream. He turned to the drawer under the kitchen countertop and pulled out a clean spoon.
He went back to the sofa and dug out spoonfuls of delicious peach-honey ice cream with toasted walnuts.
'Al really makes damn good ice cream…' He licked his lips, momentarily numbing his frustrations.
"Hallo!" Gilbert grinned, looking down at the sulking Spaniard, who immediately looked away. "What are you doing here, Prussia?"
"America's helping me with the collection…but I guess I was thinking too much bondage and hot babes when I started it." The white-haired man scratched the back of his head. "You?"
"Nothing. Just hanging out with a friend." Spain concentrated on the creamy treat he had in his hand.
"I see…" Prussia took a seat right next to his closest friend, a cool and easy smile creeping.
For the past years, he has been desperately in love with the cute Spaniard…though he never had the guts to pursue him, until now that is.
It just felt right, that or the fact that he was positively sure that Toni's been trying to flirt with him for the past few months. Like wearing a thong when they went out to the beach or the way he was wearing tight pants and continuously bending in front of him or stripping…and stripping and stripping. But the most probable reason was the audio file that recorded his best friend's confessions that America sent to him just a few seconds ago.
"Would you mind giving me a spoonful?" Prussia charmed his way, making Spain smile momentarily.
"Of course, I won-" The tanner nation's face turned sour. "…Yes, I would mind indeed." He continued to chew on the delicious pieces of peach and crunchy bits of almonds that were swirled in it.
"…You're lying." Gilbert grinned, leading the other man's face by the cheeks to meet his face with his left hand. Another hand held the other's hip. The bucket of ice cream was discarded safely on the floor.
He positioned the Spaniard to lie on his back. Spain's legs were wide open and bent, Prussia sliding in between.
"Te'amo." Prussia whispered tenderly to Toni's ears.
The green eyes were practically tearing. "D-do you really love me?" He asked and The German nodded.
"Even if I'm like this?" Another nod. "Even if I did so much shit that I ruined a lot of…" a finger was placed on the hysterical nation's lips.
"You never meant to hurt anybody…you wouldn't have let all those things happen if you had a choice."
"I love you…now do you love me?" For the first time since all this started, Prussia was afraid and nervous.
"Ja." Toni answered. "Ich liebe du!"He allowed his tears to fall out. His tender lips begging for Prussia to return the kiss. He did.
Strong arms encased his tanned hips, causing him to yelp and moan. His hairy chest grazed the cotton wool fabric of his now-lover. A hand was placed below his neck, caressing a deep scar on the base of his head. Then it moved to his flustered cheeks, the pale thumbs continuously stroked his cheeks, wiping each tear, wiping each tear full of anguish and regret. For the first time in a long time, he felt his heart light up once more.
"I know that I hook you two up…" America caught both European's attention. "but yer both not welcomed to fuck here, sorry." He smiled apologetically.
Both blushed and wildly sat back up, fingers intertwined and eyes looking away.
"Aw…So fuckin' cute, I could just eat you up!" Alfred squealed. "I found the sketchbooks, I got movies ready, I have lots of food in the fridge, I have spare rooms and I don't wanna sleep alone tonight…So, do you two want to sleepover? I won't mind if you two have sex in your room." He smiled reassuringly and all the two could do was nod.
"Awesome." The American grinned.
The two could not help but smile like complete idiots.
Extra Story: So what was Spain like?
"So what was Spain like? You never told me anything about him." Belgium was wearing a velvet-red cocktail dress over her busty body, forking her juicy fish fillet.
"Now why would you want to know about that bastardo?" Lovino asked with an easy, flirtatious smile, swirling the grandiose champagne in his wine glass. He was dressed sharply, wearing an off-white shirt and black blacks and tan dress shoes.
He was a lot different in front of his girlfriend of two years. He never felt irritated for some strange reason. So, yeah, he smiled just as much as his younger brother.
"I dunno, might be because there were a lot of rumors buzzin' around during those times." Isabella placed her elbow on the table, eating a morsel of the delicious fish.
"You are definitely not going to let this go, aren't you?" South Italy smiled calmly.
"How'd you guess?" She grinned, taking another piece of his to her mouth.
"He was what most of you saw." He answered, though the girl was left unconvinced. "He did all the cleaning and then he'd sleep and then he'd molest me and then sleep and then…" The Italian fell silent.
"When he started going to war, everything changed…" He looked a bit scared. "…He started repeating the Lord's Prayer over and over again even when I was talking to him. He started to become obsessed with baptizing people and forcing them to commit to his religion. He became more power-hungry and controlling. I mean, he acted normal when he was with me…and I thought everything I heard was a lie, until…" He closed his eyes.
"Until what?" She asked, her soft hands gripping on his rough manly hand.
"I saw the reason why he acted that way…" His golden eyes looked extremely scared.
"He was being controlled by his boss, some sort of brainwashing treatment he paid one of England's men to do. He had some sort of cursed glass shard stuck on the back of his head. It was causing him pain inside…but he couldn't control his own actions. He couldn't even close his eyes. He couldn't talk. All he could do was laugh and twitch…but I could see tears whenever I looked at him unless he was told to do something."
Lovino tried to push the memories of those nights, the nights when he draped a blanket over Spain who was physically forced not to cry, laughing and frozen stiff, covered in boils, bites, and some sort of human mange. His lover was starting to feel uncomfortable as well.
"If that didn't happen…if the damned moron didn't fuck with him, I'm pretty sure he would have not let shit happen to his colonies, to his 'children'." He took one long swig from the whole champagne bottle.
"What happened next?" Belgium grew curious.
"He ruined somebody…I can't remember who though…" Romano lied, though his girl friend seemed to not have notice his deception. "All I know that he was infected by the thing on the back of Antonio's neck…and that…he became delusional and homicidal. More shit happened. Bosses died, but the thing on the back of his neck remained…until…" He looked up, looking a little better.
"Until what?" Belgium leaned closer.
"Until America…" He smirked. "After the Spanish-American war, the shard was gone but the curse got some sort of hold on Alfred." He noted.
"He came out of it though, I don't know how but…it just disappeared, so now everything's fine…I just don't remember who the first guy was though…and I don't even know how he is now." He looked up at the chandelier, taking another swig of champagne.
"Sorry that I asked, Lovi!" Issy apologized, her huge fillet was already finished.
"It's fine, mio amore…" Romano leaned to give her an innocent kiss, thought he made sure to slip some tongue, making the girl yelp.
"L-Lovi!" she covered her mouth, blushing like crazy.
"Issy?" He grinned, feeling accomplished.