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Fic: Of Cheek and Watermelons (1/1)
Title: Of Cheek and Watermelons (1/1)
Author: Amy
Characters: Most of the G8 is represented.
Pairings: Russia/America, Implied Germany/Italy
Rating: PG-13 (Cheeky America is Cheeky)
Warnings: Fluffy!Russia
Disclaimer: Not my stuff only playing with it, will return in one piece.
Summary: America brings something a little different with him to the latest G8 meeting…he gets Russia’s undivided attention as a result.
Notes: Yes more Russia/America fluff from me...what can I say, it's an addiction. This was inspired by several articles about the Russian people’s love of watermelons.
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“You’re late.”
America made a noncommittal noise as he shuffled through the room and set his bag down at his spot on the large round table between England and Canada. Russia watched in hooded amusement as the other nation opened up his soft briefcase and ever so slowly started taking out his stuff. This only served to irritated England even more which was exactly what America was going for. England fell for the whole routine every single time.
“I had to finish getting my breakfast together,” America said calmly as he reached into his bag for another item. “I’m starving.”
The rest of the nation’s, except Italy, rolled their eyes at this proclamation. This was not a big surprise. Italy was beaming and nodding his head in understanding. Truthfully, if left to his own devices, Italy would probably be even later then America. Russia couldn’t begin to guess the time that Germany must have to get them up in order to not only be on time but early to the meetings. You couldn’t allow Italy to have no breakfast, or even an abbreviated version of the meal, because then he would spend the entire time until the first break complaining about how hungry he was. That was the same reason they allowed America to eat during the meetings, it was that or listen to his constant whining.
So there was no surprise that America was either late or hungry. But there was confusion when instead of pulling out a familiar red, white and yellow sack filled with greasy Egg McMuffins, America pulled out a Tupperware container and a fork. Everyone except Russia eyed it curiously. He eyed it suspiciously instead.
“What, was your favorite McDonalds was closed for health violations this morning?” England asked snidely, conveniently forgetting how he was guilty of stealing at least two of America’s sandwiches at every meeting.
“No,” America answered cheerfully, refusing to be baited. “I just thought I’d try some of that healthy living stuff you’re always going on about.” He opened the container and Russia could make out chunks of something pinkish red colored that immediately confirmed his suspicion over what the container held.
“Is that watermelon?” Italy asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” America beamed back. “You want some? I had a few pieces while I was cutting this up and it was…really…good!”
“Sure!” Italy chirped cheerfully. They both leaned across an irritated looking Canada and Italy happily received two chunks of watermelon, he immediately popped one piece into his mouth. “Ve!” he said dreamily and made a sound that caused Germany’s face to turn bright red upon hearing it.
“Since we’re all here now,” Germany said in a throaty voice that caused Italy to pause half way through raising the second piece to his lips to pin Germany with a wide eyed expression. Germany flushed again and cleared his throat. “Perhaps we can get things started?”
Russia was distracted from the interplay between the two nation’s when he saw America slide a glance in his direction, a soft knowing smirk flitting across his lips. Russia glared, hard enough that Canada slunk back into his seat in discomfort though America didn’t budge. With a silent huff he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms across his head and deliberately turning his head away from America to focus on Germany. He wasn’t going to beg no matter how good the watermelon looked that was exactly the sort of reaction America was going for. However if he was offered a piece…well that would be an entirely different situation.
But America didn't make the offer and Russia found himself only half concentrating on the German as he launched into to his opening remarks. Instead most of his attention was focused on America slowly eating his watermelon. It became immediately obvious that America knew he was being watched as he switched from the fork to using his fingers to eat it. Russia's eyes followed the movement of them as they picked up a piece and brought it up to his mouth, deft pink tongue sneaking out to wrap itself around it, a soft sigh of contentment as the piece disappeared inside and the knowing tilt of full lips afterwards.
Russia shifted in his chair. He knew he was being deliberately played with but he found he didn't care or at the very least couldn't control his bodies reaction to it. He watched with narrowed eyes as both Canada and England reached out to snag a couple of pieces from the bowl, they were either unaware of the game being played so close to them or were choosing to ignore it. Eventually America reached the last piece, Russia waited wondering if it would finally be offered to him but wasn't surprised when it too disappeared between those smiling lips.
When America lifted his fingers to his lips to remove the remaining juice Russia found he'd had enough. With a growl he jerked upwards his chair clattering to the ground causing everyone in the room to jump. He stalked around the table, pushed a sputtering England out of the way and yanked America up out of his chair. Then he grabbed America by the wrist and slipped the offending fingers between his own lips, sucking gently but firmly. America's mouth opened in shocked delight, his eyes brightening as his fingers were released and his mouth was captured instead. The kiss was slow and deliberate, Russia's tongue in invaded America's mouth sweeping around to gather any bits of juice that might remain hidden there. America's own tongue rubbed against his playfully until Russia abandoned his quest and settled for entangling himself with it instead, the kiss became even more focused and intense. They were both panting when they finally parted.
Russia leaned his forehead against America's as he caught his breath. Then he smirked as his eyes met and locked with America's, America smirked knowingly back. Understanding it for the invitation it was Russia then pivoted on his heel an headed for the door pulling America along with him.
Behind them there were groans of irritation and other outraged noises. England made a weary about how they were all supposed to make sure to get the two of them together the day before the meeting if they haven't seen each other for a while, France made a typical comment about wanting to join in and Japan wondered softly if there was any junk food in America's bag. America made a noise of protest at that and would have turned back around to get his bag but Russia wasn't having any of it as he pulled the younger nation through the door and off towards the near by coat closet.
Their mouths met again the second the door closed behind them. The kiss wasn't quite as intense as the first one but lasted just as long. When they broke apart, America reached out with his hand somehow managing to locate the switch for the light that someone had thought to have installed at some point over the past few years. They winced against the light until their eyes adjusted.
"Hey there, Big Guy," America said smugly as he recovered first. "Did ya miss me?"
Russia growled at him and pushed them both forwards a few steps so that America's back rested against the wall at the back of the closet. He propped both hands on either side of the still grinning nation and leaned in. "You better have more of that watermelon somewhere," he said in a warning tone.
"I think I might have some watermelon gum in my pocket," America said cheekily.
"America," Russia growled again, leaning closer until America stopped his process with a finger against his lips.
"You keep up that growling," he said in a breathy teasing tone. "And I'm not going to last long enough to become one with you..."
Russia relished the shiver that trailed down his spine at those words and the promise they held. Even though this was no longer a new occurrence it was still surprising to him that he was allowed to look forward to it when he was with America, that he could claim it just about anytime he wanted so long as America was in the mood...and he usually was.
He growled again, more playfully this time, and once again took America's finger into his mouth. He nibbled gently against the skin and let his tongue follow in a soothing movement. It was an exact mimic of what drove America completely wild when it was done to other parts of his anatomy. America's reaction over this wasn't much different. He moaned softly and sagged forwards against Russia's chest. Russia released America's finger and wound his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. His free lips murmuring Russian against America's hair. He knew that if the other nation didn't understand the exact words he'd at least get the sentiment behind them.
America sighed in contentment and leaned into Russia's chest, Russia could feel his smile through his shirt. Eventually he pulled back and grinned at the older nation. "Don't worry Big Guy," he said affectionately patting Russia's chest. "I have like three more watermelons back at my place...and had some sent to your house in Moscow as well...it was an excellent batch...I sent some to your sisters too this time so they wouldn't steal yours again..."
Russia couldn't help the childlike euphoria that bubbled up within him at the very thought of a crateful of watermelon's waiting for him when he got home. He swept America up into his arms causing the other nation to let out a startled bark of laughter as he found himself pinned against the wall again. He didn't get to say anything further as Russia connected their lips, eventually he allowed America to regain his footing on the ground.
"You...uh...gonna show me how thankful you are?" America teased between kisses. Russia growled playfully at him as he made quick work of America's jacket and shirt. "Guess that's a yes...you know...you could just..."
"America," Russia barked in exasperation. "You talk entirely too much."
"Well then," America challenged with a smirk. "Why don't you shut me up already?"
So Russia proceeded to do just that....mostly at any rate.
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The End
Author: Amy
Characters: Most of the G8 is represented.
Pairings: Russia/America, Implied Germany/Italy
Rating: PG-13 (Cheeky America is Cheeky)
Warnings: Fluffy!Russia
Disclaimer: Not my stuff only playing with it, will return in one piece.
Summary: America brings something a little different with him to the latest G8 meeting…he gets Russia’s undivided attention as a result.
Notes: Yes more Russia/America fluff from me...what can I say, it's an addiction. This was inspired by several articles about the Russian people’s love of watermelons.
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“You’re late.”
America made a noncommittal noise as he shuffled through the room and set his bag down at his spot on the large round table between England and Canada. Russia watched in hooded amusement as the other nation opened up his soft briefcase and ever so slowly started taking out his stuff. This only served to irritated England even more which was exactly what America was going for. England fell for the whole routine every single time.
“I had to finish getting my breakfast together,” America said calmly as he reached into his bag for another item. “I’m starving.”
The rest of the nation’s, except Italy, rolled their eyes at this proclamation. This was not a big surprise. Italy was beaming and nodding his head in understanding. Truthfully, if left to his own devices, Italy would probably be even later then America. Russia couldn’t begin to guess the time that Germany must have to get them up in order to not only be on time but early to the meetings. You couldn’t allow Italy to have no breakfast, or even an abbreviated version of the meal, because then he would spend the entire time until the first break complaining about how hungry he was. That was the same reason they allowed America to eat during the meetings, it was that or listen to his constant whining.
So there was no surprise that America was either late or hungry. But there was confusion when instead of pulling out a familiar red, white and yellow sack filled with greasy Egg McMuffins, America pulled out a Tupperware container and a fork. Everyone except Russia eyed it curiously. He eyed it suspiciously instead.
“What, was your favorite McDonalds was closed for health violations this morning?” England asked snidely, conveniently forgetting how he was guilty of stealing at least two of America’s sandwiches at every meeting.
“No,” America answered cheerfully, refusing to be baited. “I just thought I’d try some of that healthy living stuff you’re always going on about.” He opened the container and Russia could make out chunks of something pinkish red colored that immediately confirmed his suspicion over what the container held.
“Is that watermelon?” Italy asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” America beamed back. “You want some? I had a few pieces while I was cutting this up and it was…really…good!”
“Sure!” Italy chirped cheerfully. They both leaned across an irritated looking Canada and Italy happily received two chunks of watermelon, he immediately popped one piece into his mouth. “Ve!” he said dreamily and made a sound that caused Germany’s face to turn bright red upon hearing it.
“Since we’re all here now,” Germany said in a throaty voice that caused Italy to pause half way through raising the second piece to his lips to pin Germany with a wide eyed expression. Germany flushed again and cleared his throat. “Perhaps we can get things started?”
Russia was distracted from the interplay between the two nation’s when he saw America slide a glance in his direction, a soft knowing smirk flitting across his lips. Russia glared, hard enough that Canada slunk back into his seat in discomfort though America didn’t budge. With a silent huff he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms across his head and deliberately turning his head away from America to focus on Germany. He wasn’t going to beg no matter how good the watermelon looked that was exactly the sort of reaction America was going for. However if he was offered a piece…well that would be an entirely different situation.
But America didn't make the offer and Russia found himself only half concentrating on the German as he launched into to his opening remarks. Instead most of his attention was focused on America slowly eating his watermelon. It became immediately obvious that America knew he was being watched as he switched from the fork to using his fingers to eat it. Russia's eyes followed the movement of them as they picked up a piece and brought it up to his mouth, deft pink tongue sneaking out to wrap itself around it, a soft sigh of contentment as the piece disappeared inside and the knowing tilt of full lips afterwards.
Russia shifted in his chair. He knew he was being deliberately played with but he found he didn't care or at the very least couldn't control his bodies reaction to it. He watched with narrowed eyes as both Canada and England reached out to snag a couple of pieces from the bowl, they were either unaware of the game being played so close to them or were choosing to ignore it. Eventually America reached the last piece, Russia waited wondering if it would finally be offered to him but wasn't surprised when it too disappeared between those smiling lips.
When America lifted his fingers to his lips to remove the remaining juice Russia found he'd had enough. With a growl he jerked upwards his chair clattering to the ground causing everyone in the room to jump. He stalked around the table, pushed a sputtering England out of the way and yanked America up out of his chair. Then he grabbed America by the wrist and slipped the offending fingers between his own lips, sucking gently but firmly. America's mouth opened in shocked delight, his eyes brightening as his fingers were released and his mouth was captured instead. The kiss was slow and deliberate, Russia's tongue in invaded America's mouth sweeping around to gather any bits of juice that might remain hidden there. America's own tongue rubbed against his playfully until Russia abandoned his quest and settled for entangling himself with it instead, the kiss became even more focused and intense. They were both panting when they finally parted.
Russia leaned his forehead against America's as he caught his breath. Then he smirked as his eyes met and locked with America's, America smirked knowingly back. Understanding it for the invitation it was Russia then pivoted on his heel an headed for the door pulling America along with him.
Behind them there were groans of irritation and other outraged noises. England made a weary about how they were all supposed to make sure to get the two of them together the day before the meeting if they haven't seen each other for a while, France made a typical comment about wanting to join in and Japan wondered softly if there was any junk food in America's bag. America made a noise of protest at that and would have turned back around to get his bag but Russia wasn't having any of it as he pulled the younger nation through the door and off towards the near by coat closet.
Their mouths met again the second the door closed behind them. The kiss wasn't quite as intense as the first one but lasted just as long. When they broke apart, America reached out with his hand somehow managing to locate the switch for the light that someone had thought to have installed at some point over the past few years. They winced against the light until their eyes adjusted.
"Hey there, Big Guy," America said smugly as he recovered first. "Did ya miss me?"
Russia growled at him and pushed them both forwards a few steps so that America's back rested against the wall at the back of the closet. He propped both hands on either side of the still grinning nation and leaned in. "You better have more of that watermelon somewhere," he said in a warning tone.
"I think I might have some watermelon gum in my pocket," America said cheekily.
"America," Russia growled again, leaning closer until America stopped his process with a finger against his lips.
"You keep up that growling," he said in a breathy teasing tone. "And I'm not going to last long enough to become one with you..."
Russia relished the shiver that trailed down his spine at those words and the promise they held. Even though this was no longer a new occurrence it was still surprising to him that he was allowed to look forward to it when he was with America, that he could claim it just about anytime he wanted so long as America was in the mood...and he usually was.
He growled again, more playfully this time, and once again took America's finger into his mouth. He nibbled gently against the skin and let his tongue follow in a soothing movement. It was an exact mimic of what drove America completely wild when it was done to other parts of his anatomy. America's reaction over this wasn't much different. He moaned softly and sagged forwards against Russia's chest. Russia released America's finger and wound his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. His free lips murmuring Russian against America's hair. He knew that if the other nation didn't understand the exact words he'd at least get the sentiment behind them.
America sighed in contentment and leaned into Russia's chest, Russia could feel his smile through his shirt. Eventually he pulled back and grinned at the older nation. "Don't worry Big Guy," he said affectionately patting Russia's chest. "I have like three more watermelons back at my place...and had some sent to your house in Moscow as well...it was an excellent batch...I sent some to your sisters too this time so they wouldn't steal yours again..."
Russia couldn't help the childlike euphoria that bubbled up within him at the very thought of a crateful of watermelon's waiting for him when he got home. He swept America up into his arms causing the other nation to let out a startled bark of laughter as he found himself pinned against the wall again. He didn't get to say anything further as Russia connected their lips, eventually he allowed America to regain his footing on the ground.
"You...uh...gonna show me how thankful you are?" America teased between kisses. Russia growled playfully at him as he made quick work of America's jacket and shirt. "Guess that's a yes...you know...you could just..."
"America," Russia barked in exasperation. "You talk entirely too much."
"Well then," America challenged with a smirk. "Why don't you shut me up already?"
So Russia proceeded to do just that....mostly at any rate.
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The End
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Me too but the out-of-season watermelons available at the
grocery stores are never quite so good... *sighs*
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Never has watermelon been so sexy. :)
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I'm still wondering if there is such things as serious G8 meeting in Hetalia... *chuckles*
and that coat closet is definitely useful
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Whoever it was in the fandom that came up with that coat closet should be given a medal or something...it's very convenient. :-)
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