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silverfoxflowerTitle: Just Another Accidentally Revealed Crack Pairing in an Otherwise Uneventful Morning
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silverfoxflower
Fandom: Hetalia
Word Count: ~1000
Pairing: Japan/Romano, various other crack/rarepairings
Rating: PG-13, probably
Genre: Slash, Crack
Warnings: Allusions to kinky sex, tropes and cliches up the wazoo
Author Notes: Written for this prompt on hetalia_kink . Also posted HERE if you want to read/comment anonymously
Summary: In the middle of just another, ordinary World Meeting (cue: complete chaos), Japan and Romano's secret relationship is discovered.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. Please be no with the suing.
Somewhere between England making an ‘innocent’ suggestion about how France could stimulate his economy through the use of his tongue displacement throughout the global economy of traditional services France had considerable experience with, to Spain pulling out his motherfucking axe in order to separate America and Russia from making sweet, sweet hate!sex on the conference table declaring World War Three with penises instead of nukes, Japan crawled towards the southern half of Italy (aka Romano Vargas aka ‘the angry one’) amidst the wreckage that used to be their conference room, and asked in an earnest voice,
“Are you feeling well, Romano-san?”
Romano, hiding underneath an upturned table, folded his legs closer to his body and winced very audibly just so Japan would feel guiltier. “No.” He snapped.
Japan scooted forward, just in time to avoid getting hit on the head with a flying frying pan. “Gomenasai, Romano-san,” Tentatively, he reached out a hand to stroke Romano’s hair, and the other male let him, grudgingly. “Was I too rough last night?”
A fierce blush, starting from the tip of Romano’s exposed ears, burned all the way across the top of his cheeks. “What are you saying in public, you idiot!” Then, in a softer, but still angry, voice. “I … I told you the second vibrator wouldn’t fit!”
Japan immediately dropped his head to the ground, bowing low in a sign of deep apology. “Ah, Romano-san, I do not know what came over me last night … seeing you in that maid costume brought out something dark within me. I will take responsibility!” Earnestly, he raised his head and looked into Romano’s eyes, a deep blush on his pale cheeks. “Please consent to be my bri-“
His next words were obscured by a very Italian hand over his mouth. Roughly, Romano dragged Japan’s flailing body to his chest, and for one moment, Japan was very worried that the mafia-side of his lover had decided to make an appearance. But, no, it was only because Poland, half dressed and giggling like a maniac, had been blundering a little too close to their makeshift shelter. But soon, the blonde was swung shrieking over Turkey’s shoulder and taken out of the room. Clad only in his boxers, Prussia played air guitar to a tune only he could hear while England and France fenced with god-knows-what and Germany looked close to a stroke.
“D-don’t go that far, you dumbfuck.” Romano whispered. He took his hand away from Japan’s mouth, and the other turned to find him blushing hotly. “In my country w-we usually just … kissitaway. Not. That I want you to do that, or anything. Just don’t ever propose to me again!”
Japan cocked his head as Austria flew across the room, screaming like a girl. “I’m afraid I do not understand, but if it is a kiss you want …” He scanned the room covertly, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the two of them in the corner of the room. Not with a pantless America wrestling a shirtless Sweden and Hungary taking bets.
Tentatively, Japan pressed a kiss on Romano’s temple, and then the corner of his upturned mouth, and then, softly, on the lips. Eventually, Romano became impatient enough to pull his lover close, tongue Japan’s mouth open, and hungrily begin to lick, suck and nibble on everything within reach. With a soft groan, Japan complied, sliding his tongue across Romano’s with a slick heat, letting them tangle and twist together.
Pulling away for a brief gasp of air, Japan shifted until he was straddling Romano, inching a hand up the Italian’s shirt with an unexpected boldness, scraping his nail across a hard nipple and giving it a light pinch. He swallowed Romano’s surprised moan with his mouth, bucking harshly as he felt the other’s teeth sink into his bottom lip.
Their erections rubbed against each other through the fabric of their slacks. At this point they were making out furiously, sloppily, Romano’s hands in Japan’s hair, making the normally neat cut into a love-tangled mess, Japan’s hands rapidly unbuttoning Romano’s shirt, pinching and squeezing all of his lover’s sensitive areas, rutting against each other like animals.
A quiet cough.
Japan pulled away to see Romano, wide-eyed, red-faced, and trembling, looking over his shoulder. Feeling a prickling on the back of his neck that was no doubt doom, Japan turned slowly and found the entire world staring at them.
“Oh my God, Japan was swappin’ spit with the mafia Italy!” America screamed the obvious.
“This is soooo going on my blog.” Prussia smirked.
Poland, pink lipstick smeared across his mouth and hickeys covering his neck, whipped out a cellphone and began texting.
“N-no … “ Romano stammered, pushing off Japan hurriedly. “This isn’t what it looks like! We were just i-inspecting each other’s mouths! For … mouth … cancer!”
At everyone’s incredulous looks,
“GODDAMN YOU, IT WAS THE SQUIRRELS!” Romano shrieked, and ran out the room, nearly tripping over an unconscious and naked Korea on the way.
“Ah …” Japan bowed repeatedly, following his lover to the door. “I apologize for … our disturbance.”
Someone in the crowd whistled as he made his exit. Someone else shouted, “You bang that Italian ass! Whoo! Go Japan!” It was a female voice.
“W-when did big brother and Japan…” Italy trailed off, looking around him in confusion.
Germany flushed, shrugging, “I-I always thought that he was with Spain …”
Everyone looked at Spain, who looked devastated.
“I thought so too-“
“Cherie,” France sighed impatiently, “I’m with you.”
“Oh yes.” Spain brightened.
Then everyone, having seemingly forgotten about their earlier argument/orgy wandered back into their seats and finished their meeting with torn clothing and papers littered all over the floor.
Only Hungary, trusty video camera in hand, was seen sneaking out of the room.
I'm currently looking for a beta to look over Hetalia-related fanfictions :D Please leave a comment if interested, or email me at shirley_gigi@yahoo.com
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Date: 2011-08-05 10:13 pm (UTC)I know you posted this a little while ago, but if you're still looking for a beta, I'd be very interested. :D
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Date: 2011-08-05 11:01 pm (UTC)Yes I am still looking for a beta! Do you prefer to do it over email? Lj? googledocs?
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:15 am (UTC)“Cherie,” France sighed impatiently, “I’m with you.”
“Oh yes.” Spain brightened.
Spain could give the non-mafia Italy a run for his ditzy money.
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Date: 2011-09-03 01:21 pm (UTC)Could I get a link to this rec list? I'm excited to be on it! :D
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