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silverfoxflowerTitle: The Stranger In You
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Slash, PWP
Word Count: ~1500
Pairing: Greece/England
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-graphic slashy sex, allusions to past violence
Notes: Written for this prompt on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hetalia_kink meme.
Summary: Greece and England enter into an unusual sexual arrangement.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
I
It started when England was at Greece’s house, yet again the obnoxious tourist. Although, with Greece’s current economic situation, all he could do was glower dreamily as England alternately lolled about naked and complained about the number of his cats.
Then he said, “I’m bored, let’s fuck.” At Greece’s look of (mild) surprise, he added, “What? I’m on vacation.”
Never one to say no, Greece soon found himself naked and kissing England deeply, rolling his nipple between a thumb and forefinger and rocking their hips together. Greece’s mind, however, was elsewhere altogether.
Finally, England pushed him away irritably. “Hey. This isn’t working.”
“Hm?” Greece inquired, still lost in his philosophical daydream.
“Well, you’re still soft, for one.” England pointed out acerbically. He reached down and palmed Greece’s cock, giving it a few experimental pumps. Stubbornly, it remained at half-hardness.
“Sorry,” Greece said, leaning back. “You want to stop?”
England began swearing, “And here I thought you were this sex god or something because Japan-“ His next words were swallowed as he looked down to find Greece throbbing to life in his hand. Wonderingly, England gave the cock a hard squeeze, ignoring the sound of protest Greece made in reply. When he looked up, England’s expression was devious. “So that’s your game, is it?”
“I like Japan.” Greece answered, seeing no reason to hide it.
“I can see that,” England smiled. “Well, let’s work with it.” He slid back down and reached for the lube. “You can think of our dear Japan if I can pretend you’re … “ England looked Greece over with a sharp eye. “America. We’ll make it easy.”
They went back to kissing, and this time, Greece concentrated on the leanness of the body under his, imagining it smaller, and when he moved his hand to run it through England’s hair, he imagined the strands straight and silky, dark as ink. Shuddering, Greece moved down to cup England’s erection, his mouth lapping at a small nipple.
“Oh fuck, harder!”
Greece paused, then redoubled his efforts to think of Japan’s face, pale and flushed, showing his embarrassment clearly, Japan’s dark eyes, curling with lust …
“Ah, America … you bloody tease …!”
Greece sat up, expression intensely not amused. “You’re going to have to be quieter.”
“What, Japan doesn’t-“
“He usually just moans,” Greece glanced away as one of his cats yowled in a nearby room. “Quietly.”
England sighed heavily. “Fine, then. But you’ll have to get a bit rougher with me, I didn’t tell you to be bloody France.”
Greece considered it for a moment, then nodded.
The funny thing was, when England curled his spine like that, sobbing into his cupped hands, it was easy to imagine him as Japan. Greece groaned, slamming himself into England’s tight heat, aiming for that spot because the other had cried out so prettily when he had skidded over that direction earlier.
He was hot, never felt this hot before in his life. Greece flipped his partner around and pressed them close, their flesh slick with sweat. Eagerly, England tangled his legs around Greece’s lean hips, and it felt so much like the last time that Japan had visited that Greece lost himself, then, coming inside of England with a low groan.
“A-America …” England whispered, brokenly, as he followed, his hips bucking violently as Greece pumped his cock.
They lay side by side, panting into the still heat. Then, England sat up. Lazily, Greece admired the sweat running off of his back, wondered if it would taste as sweet as Japan’s if he were to lean up and run his tongue along that curved spine…
“Guess Japan was right,” England made a face, and Greece considered taking offense at how surprised the other seemed. “That was … my.”
“Would you like to do it again?” Greece asked. It was the first time that he had been the one to invite a lover back for more. If they could be considered lovers.
“Yes … I believe so.”
So began their strange relationship.
II
They tried it again with America and Japan, but it didn’t seem to work as well the second time around.
“I give up,” England sighed irritably, stretching his legs. “Hate to say this, but that America lad is just one night stand material. Terribly repetitive in bed.” He threw Greece a considering glance. “We could switch it up … you could think about America, and I’ll take Japan.”
Greece grimaced faintly at the thought of having sex with America. “Or we could both think of Japan.”
They were silent for a moment.
“That … would just be too strange.” England finally decided.
Greece nodded in reply.
III
“If I’m supposed to be Turkey, then I think I should top.” England said, and Greece thought for a moment then agreed.
“I’d like it if you bit the back of my neck.” Greece quietly requested.
IV
“Isn’t this a bit ... “ Greece flicked his armor experimentally. There was an answering ring. “I can’t believe you keep this in your basement.”
England shrugged from his bound position, hands and legs spayed wide thanks to the chain. “Authenticity. Don't dent it ... Spain'll probably remember it's down here someday.”
“We might have to do another round,” Greece gave a critical glance to the equipment England had asked him to use. They were in disturbingly good shape. “I don’t believe I would ever abuse Egypt like this.”
V
Greece stared at the meal in front of them silently, the Cassoulet on his plate and the red French wine. If he ever thought of such things, he would have felt self-conscious wearing sandals in this expensive restaurant. “Ah…”
“I can’t cook this crap myself, so we’re improvising.” England gestured with his wine glass. “Look, if it’s France we’ve got to set …” He gestured haughtily. “Le Atmosphere.”
Greece swallowed a laugh and reached for his fork.
X
“I’ll play Poland,” Greece sighed, “But I doubt the skirt will fit.”
XII
“You’re spending a lot of time lately with Greece,” Canada commented after a meeting.
“Who are you again?” England asked pleasantly, before leaning forward and inhaling deeply. “And do you know where I can find your cologne?”
XVIII
England could not control his laughter, practically curling into himself with mirth.
“What?” Greece asked, tugging at his stiff woolen collar in annoyance.
“Your … hahaha … G-German accent …” England gasped for breath, wriggling out from under Greece’s body. “I need some water … “ England sighed as he walked away.
“I watched the videos you sent me!” Greece called after, perplexed.
XX
“Ukraine … ?” England’s voice turned pitchy. “But she has those …” He gestured towards his chest, and Greece cocked his head.
It was only when he started stammering, and saw Greece struggle to hide a smile that England realized the other was enjoying this immensely.
XXXVI
They were tangled in the bedsheets, sharing some lazy kisses after a particularly vigorous round.
“Ah … “ England sighed, narrowing his eyes. “You were thinking about … Denmark?”
“What gave it away?” Greece smiled fondly, running his fingers through the hair at England’s nape.
“Well, you let me top, so I knew it was someone bigger than you,” England held up a finger. “Plus, he is one of the only ones left.”
They were silent for a moment.
“Thailand?” Greece asked.
“Yes.”
XXXIX
England threw down the Atlas in frustration. “Can’t bloody believe it! That’s everyone!” He looked up at Greece helplessly. “I guess … “England floundered, looking down at his hands as they curled and uncurled. “Unless we break the rules …”
We’re done here. Neither of them wanted to say it.
“There is somebody I haven’t had.” Greece said quietly, fingering a curl of England’s hair.
“Who?” England demanded eagerly. Greece considered his clear green eyes for a minute.
“You.”
Immediately, England’s expression turned angry, then deeply embarrassed. He looked away. “We tried that the first time, remember? You couldn’t get a bloody hard-on, and I-“
Greece slid him into a kiss, slow and inviting. After a moment, England melted into him, pressing forward with a mixture of tongue and teeth, a fierceness he could never quite hide. They pulled apart for air but remained close, sharing soft little pecks, as if intoxicated with the taste of each other.
“England.” Greece whispered in his ear, and the recipient of that action gasped lightly, the sound of his name on the other’s lips so foreign and yet so sweet. Startled, England felt Greece grasp his hand and bring it down to cup his hardness, pulsing underneath his fingers.
With a dry shiver, England began stroking, enjoying the choked sounds Greece made, the repeated exclamations of his name.
“Yes … “ England tangled his hand in Greece’s hair and dragged the other man down hungrily. “I agree, we should try something new.”
Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Slash, PWP
Word Count: ~1500
Pairing: Greece/England
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-graphic slashy sex, allusions to past violence
Notes: Written for this prompt on the
hetalia_kink meme.Summary: Greece and England enter into an unusual sexual arrangement.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
I
It started when England was at Greece’s house, yet again the obnoxious tourist. Although, with Greece’s current economic situation, all he could do was glower dreamily as England alternately lolled about naked and complained about the number of his cats.
Then he said, “I’m bored, let’s fuck.” At Greece’s look of (mild) surprise, he added, “What? I’m on vacation.”
Never one to say no, Greece soon found himself naked and kissing England deeply, rolling his nipple between a thumb and forefinger and rocking their hips together. Greece’s mind, however, was elsewhere altogether.
Finally, England pushed him away irritably. “Hey. This isn’t working.”
“Hm?” Greece inquired, still lost in his philosophical daydream.
“Well, you’re still soft, for one.” England pointed out acerbically. He reached down and palmed Greece’s cock, giving it a few experimental pumps. Stubbornly, it remained at half-hardness.
“Sorry,” Greece said, leaning back. “You want to stop?”
England began swearing, “And here I thought you were this sex god or something because Japan-“ His next words were swallowed as he looked down to find Greece throbbing to life in his hand. Wonderingly, England gave the cock a hard squeeze, ignoring the sound of protest Greece made in reply. When he looked up, England’s expression was devious. “So that’s your game, is it?”
“I like Japan.” Greece answered, seeing no reason to hide it.
“I can see that,” England smiled. “Well, let’s work with it.” He slid back down and reached for the lube. “You can think of our dear Japan if I can pretend you’re … “ England looked Greece over with a sharp eye. “America. We’ll make it easy.”
They went back to kissing, and this time, Greece concentrated on the leanness of the body under his, imagining it smaller, and when he moved his hand to run it through England’s hair, he imagined the strands straight and silky, dark as ink. Shuddering, Greece moved down to cup England’s erection, his mouth lapping at a small nipple.
“Oh fuck, harder!”
Greece paused, then redoubled his efforts to think of Japan’s face, pale and flushed, showing his embarrassment clearly, Japan’s dark eyes, curling with lust …
“Ah, America … you bloody tease …!”
Greece sat up, expression intensely not amused. “You’re going to have to be quieter.”
“What, Japan doesn’t-“
“He usually just moans,” Greece glanced away as one of his cats yowled in a nearby room. “Quietly.”
England sighed heavily. “Fine, then. But you’ll have to get a bit rougher with me, I didn’t tell you to be bloody France.”
Greece considered it for a moment, then nodded.
The funny thing was, when England curled his spine like that, sobbing into his cupped hands, it was easy to imagine him as Japan. Greece groaned, slamming himself into England’s tight heat, aiming for that spot because the other had cried out so prettily when he had skidded over that direction earlier.
He was hot, never felt this hot before in his life. Greece flipped his partner around and pressed them close, their flesh slick with sweat. Eagerly, England tangled his legs around Greece’s lean hips, and it felt so much like the last time that Japan had visited that Greece lost himself, then, coming inside of England with a low groan.
“A-America …” England whispered, brokenly, as he followed, his hips bucking violently as Greece pumped his cock.
They lay side by side, panting into the still heat. Then, England sat up. Lazily, Greece admired the sweat running off of his back, wondered if it would taste as sweet as Japan’s if he were to lean up and run his tongue along that curved spine…
“Guess Japan was right,” England made a face, and Greece considered taking offense at how surprised the other seemed. “That was … my.”
“Would you like to do it again?” Greece asked. It was the first time that he had been the one to invite a lover back for more. If they could be considered lovers.
“Yes … I believe so.”
So began their strange relationship.
II
They tried it again with America and Japan, but it didn’t seem to work as well the second time around.
“I give up,” England sighed irritably, stretching his legs. “Hate to say this, but that America lad is just one night stand material. Terribly repetitive in bed.” He threw Greece a considering glance. “We could switch it up … you could think about America, and I’ll take Japan.”
Greece grimaced faintly at the thought of having sex with America. “Or we could both think of Japan.”
They were silent for a moment.
“That … would just be too strange.” England finally decided.
Greece nodded in reply.
III
“If I’m supposed to be Turkey, then I think I should top.” England said, and Greece thought for a moment then agreed.
“I’d like it if you bit the back of my neck.” Greece quietly requested.
IV
“Isn’t this a bit ... “ Greece flicked his armor experimentally. There was an answering ring. “I can’t believe you keep this in your basement.”
England shrugged from his bound position, hands and legs spayed wide thanks to the chain. “Authenticity. Don't dent it ... Spain'll probably remember it's down here someday.”
“We might have to do another round,” Greece gave a critical glance to the equipment England had asked him to use. They were in disturbingly good shape. “I don’t believe I would ever abuse Egypt like this.”
V
Greece stared at the meal in front of them silently, the Cassoulet on his plate and the red French wine. If he ever thought of such things, he would have felt self-conscious wearing sandals in this expensive restaurant. “Ah…”
“I can’t cook this crap myself, so we’re improvising.” England gestured with his wine glass. “Look, if it’s France we’ve got to set …” He gestured haughtily. “Le Atmosphere.”
Greece swallowed a laugh and reached for his fork.
X
“I’ll play Poland,” Greece sighed, “But I doubt the skirt will fit.”
XII
“You’re spending a lot of time lately with Greece,” Canada commented after a meeting.
“Who are you again?” England asked pleasantly, before leaning forward and inhaling deeply. “And do you know where I can find your cologne?”
XVIII
England could not control his laughter, practically curling into himself with mirth.
“What?” Greece asked, tugging at his stiff woolen collar in annoyance.
“Your … hahaha … G-German accent …” England gasped for breath, wriggling out from under Greece’s body. “I need some water … “ England sighed as he walked away.
“I watched the videos you sent me!” Greece called after, perplexed.
XX
“Ukraine … ?” England’s voice turned pitchy. “But she has those …” He gestured towards his chest, and Greece cocked his head.
It was only when he started stammering, and saw Greece struggle to hide a smile that England realized the other was enjoying this immensely.
XXXVI
They were tangled in the bedsheets, sharing some lazy kisses after a particularly vigorous round.
“Ah … “ England sighed, narrowing his eyes. “You were thinking about … Denmark?”
“What gave it away?” Greece smiled fondly, running his fingers through the hair at England’s nape.
“Well, you let me top, so I knew it was someone bigger than you,” England held up a finger. “Plus, he is one of the only ones left.”
They were silent for a moment.
“Thailand?” Greece asked.
“Yes.”
XXXIX
England threw down the Atlas in frustration. “Can’t bloody believe it! That’s everyone!” He looked up at Greece helplessly. “I guess … “England floundered, looking down at his hands as they curled and uncurled. “Unless we break the rules …”
We’re done here. Neither of them wanted to say it.
“There is somebody I haven’t had.” Greece said quietly, fingering a curl of England’s hair.
“Who?” England demanded eagerly. Greece considered his clear green eyes for a minute.
“You.”
Immediately, England’s expression turned angry, then deeply embarrassed. He looked away. “We tried that the first time, remember? You couldn’t get a bloody hard-on, and I-“
Greece slid him into a kiss, slow and inviting. After a moment, England melted into him, pressing forward with a mixture of tongue and teeth, a fierceness he could never quite hide. They pulled apart for air but remained close, sharing soft little pecks, as if intoxicated with the taste of each other.
“England.” Greece whispered in his ear, and the recipient of that action gasped lightly, the sound of his name on the other’s lips so foreign and yet so sweet. Startled, England felt Greece grasp his hand and bring it down to cup his hardness, pulsing underneath his fingers.
With a dry shiver, England began stroking, enjoying the choked sounds Greece made, the repeated exclamations of his name.
“Yes … “ England tangled his hand in Greece’s hair and dragged the other man down hungrily. “I agree, we should try something new.”
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