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roesslyngTitle: Looking for a third
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria(/Norway)
Rating: 18+
Length: 1k
Summary: Romania and Bulgaria talk about who they might invite to join them.
Other: N/A
Looking for a third
Bulgaria let out a long sigh. Beside him, Romania, just as exhausted, echoed his sigh and took a long drag on his cigarette.
"How about Netherlands?" Romania asked.
They were discussing their options for a third.
"Netherlands?" Bulgaria pictured him. Tall. Stern-looking. His eyes always had a calculating look, as if he was assessing the worth of whoever he happened to be talking to. "...Not Netherlands. He's a little, um...."
Romania laughed. "Yeah, okay." He took another drag, ashed, then passed the cigarette to Bulgaria, sharing it. "He's actually pretty nice as long as you aren't talking business, but I see what you mean."
Bulgaria took the cigarette without comment. If that was what Romania thought about Netherlands, well.... Romania could think it, but he wouldn't budge on that one. "Who else?" he asked.
They had gone through the usual options already. Serbia, Greece. Bulgaria had suggested Slovakia, and Romania had considered him – and then suggested, how about someone new?
None of it was serious unless they decided it should be.
"I don't know," Romania said. "Maybe Norway?"
Bulgaria smoked, taking the moment as an excuse not to comment. That suggestion was almost as bad as Netherlands. "You've been seeing him a lot lately," he observed, trying to be tactful and only somewhat managing.
"Yeah." Romania smiled. "I guess I have." He shifted in bed, pressing closer to Bulgaria, nestling against his side. "He was asking about you, y'know."
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'?"
This was too much. Bulgaria set the cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table, unsure if he could believe his ears. "Norway was asking about me," he repeated.
"Mmhm." There was a smug, amused tone to Romania's voice. "He wanted me to tell him what I like about you. Since we're so close, I guess."
Bulgaria turned the thought over in his head. It made a weird sort of sense. "I guess... Since you've been spending so much time with him, it isn't that weird." He bit at his lower lip. It wasn't weird, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Norway, of all people. He was pretty, yes, but there was something about Norway that made him come across as cold. Judgmental. Not that Bulgaria had much to do with him, but he'd seen him at world meetings and listened to some of the comments he'd make, often so very critical. Then again, the criticism often made some very good points.
Still, it didn't leave the best impression. Was Norway like that in more personal situations, too? Bulgaria wouldn't be surprised if he was the kind of guy to critique someone's performance in bed. The thought was the exact opposite of appealing.
"I know he doesn't seem like the friendliest guy, but he's actually really sweet once you get to know him. Very... thoughtful." Romania paused, then chuckled. "Generous, too."
Bulgaria parted his lips to speak, then shut them, reconsidering. What the hell could he even say to that. He glanced at Romania, who was staring up at the ceiling with a content, amused smile on his face. "You're making the whole thing sound a little... uh. You know. Are you sure he isn't, um... using you, or something?"
"Nah." Romania paused, looking like he was considering how to put it, then continued. "I did think that might be the case. For a while, anyway. He's so hard to read, and I figured... well, you know. Maybe he was only in it for the sex. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, and I guess it wouldn't have surprised me. But I'm sure now. We actually talked it over a little, once."
"And...?" Bulgaria prodded.
Romania gestured for Bulgaria to hand over the cigarette. He did, and for a moment Romania just smoked, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking carefully. Finally, he said, "He seems pretty genuine. I mean, he said that he really liked me. Which is absolutely crazy to hear, I know, but I don't think he was lying."
"It isn't that crazy to think that he'd like you. There's a lot to like."
"I could say the same about you."
Romania winked as he handed back the cigarette. Bulgaria swallowed, ashed, and tried to think of something to say to that. It was strange to think that Norway had been asking about him – that he'd given him any thought at all. His cheeks flushed as he considered it.
"I guess we could think about Norway," Bulgaria muttered. He swept his tongue over his lower lip. "If you've actually, uh, considered it."
"Oh, have I ever." Romania shifted, nestling closer to nuzzle against Bulgaria's cheek. His breath fluttered over his ear as he murmured, "I want to watch him give you a blowjob."
Bulgaria swallowed. The mood had shifted in an instant; he hadn't thought Romania would be ready for more, not after that they had done earlier, but it sounded like he was.
Not that he minded. Especially not with that suggestion. "Okay," he said, his voice shakier than he expected. Bulgaria swallowed again, then continued. "Any reason...? I mean, why that, in particular?"
"I don't usually get to appreciate the way you look in situations like that, y'know?" Romania bit at Bulgaria's earlobe, giving it a tug. "I mean, I'm usually busy." His hand trailed down Bulgaria's body, fingertips light and sliding. "He's very good at it, by the way."
Romania's hand slipped beneath Bulgaria's head, sinking into the strands of his hair. And the other hand slid down, down. Bulgaria tilted his head and followed his lead, pressing a soft kiss to Romania's mouth as that hand coiled around him.
He didn't need that much prompting, because Romania had led him there already, with the thought of Norway on his knees, his lips wrapped around Bulgaria's cock. Shivering, Bulgaria opened his mouth, moaning into the kiss as Romania's tongue slid past his lips. As his thumb slid over the head, already slick. As Romania's fingernails dug into Bulgaria's scalp.
The discussion had been unnecessary, anyway.
They both knew Bulgaria would do whatever Romania wanted.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria(/Norway)
Rating: 18+
Length: 1k
Summary: Romania and Bulgaria talk about who they might invite to join them.
Other: N/A
Looking for a third
Bulgaria let out a long sigh. Beside him, Romania, just as exhausted, echoed his sigh and took a long drag on his cigarette.
"How about Netherlands?" Romania asked.
They were discussing their options for a third.
"Netherlands?" Bulgaria pictured him. Tall. Stern-looking. His eyes always had a calculating look, as if he was assessing the worth of whoever he happened to be talking to. "...Not Netherlands. He's a little, um...."
Romania laughed. "Yeah, okay." He took another drag, ashed, then passed the cigarette to Bulgaria, sharing it. "He's actually pretty nice as long as you aren't talking business, but I see what you mean."
Bulgaria took the cigarette without comment. If that was what Romania thought about Netherlands, well.... Romania could think it, but he wouldn't budge on that one. "Who else?" he asked.
They had gone through the usual options already. Serbia, Greece. Bulgaria had suggested Slovakia, and Romania had considered him – and then suggested, how about someone new?
None of it was serious unless they decided it should be.
"I don't know," Romania said. "Maybe Norway?"
Bulgaria smoked, taking the moment as an excuse not to comment. That suggestion was almost as bad as Netherlands. "You've been seeing him a lot lately," he observed, trying to be tactful and only somewhat managing.
"Yeah." Romania smiled. "I guess I have." He shifted in bed, pressing closer to Bulgaria, nestling against his side. "He was asking about you, y'know."
"What?"
"What do you mean, 'what'?"
This was too much. Bulgaria set the cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside table, unsure if he could believe his ears. "Norway was asking about me," he repeated.
"Mmhm." There was a smug, amused tone to Romania's voice. "He wanted me to tell him what I like about you. Since we're so close, I guess."
Bulgaria turned the thought over in his head. It made a weird sort of sense. "I guess... Since you've been spending so much time with him, it isn't that weird." He bit at his lower lip. It wasn't weird, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Norway, of all people. He was pretty, yes, but there was something about Norway that made him come across as cold. Judgmental. Not that Bulgaria had much to do with him, but he'd seen him at world meetings and listened to some of the comments he'd make, often so very critical. Then again, the criticism often made some very good points.
Still, it didn't leave the best impression. Was Norway like that in more personal situations, too? Bulgaria wouldn't be surprised if he was the kind of guy to critique someone's performance in bed. The thought was the exact opposite of appealing.
"I know he doesn't seem like the friendliest guy, but he's actually really sweet once you get to know him. Very... thoughtful." Romania paused, then chuckled. "Generous, too."
Bulgaria parted his lips to speak, then shut them, reconsidering. What the hell could he even say to that. He glanced at Romania, who was staring up at the ceiling with a content, amused smile on his face. "You're making the whole thing sound a little... uh. You know. Are you sure he isn't, um... using you, or something?"
"Nah." Romania paused, looking like he was considering how to put it, then continued. "I did think that might be the case. For a while, anyway. He's so hard to read, and I figured... well, you know. Maybe he was only in it for the sex. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, and I guess it wouldn't have surprised me. But I'm sure now. We actually talked it over a little, once."
"And...?" Bulgaria prodded.
Romania gestured for Bulgaria to hand over the cigarette. He did, and for a moment Romania just smoked, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking carefully. Finally, he said, "He seems pretty genuine. I mean, he said that he really liked me. Which is absolutely crazy to hear, I know, but I don't think he was lying."
"It isn't that crazy to think that he'd like you. There's a lot to like."
"I could say the same about you."
Romania winked as he handed back the cigarette. Bulgaria swallowed, ashed, and tried to think of something to say to that. It was strange to think that Norway had been asking about him – that he'd given him any thought at all. His cheeks flushed as he considered it.
"I guess we could think about Norway," Bulgaria muttered. He swept his tongue over his lower lip. "If you've actually, uh, considered it."
"Oh, have I ever." Romania shifted, nestling closer to nuzzle against Bulgaria's cheek. His breath fluttered over his ear as he murmured, "I want to watch him give you a blowjob."
Bulgaria swallowed. The mood had shifted in an instant; he hadn't thought Romania would be ready for more, not after that they had done earlier, but it sounded like he was.
Not that he minded. Especially not with that suggestion. "Okay," he said, his voice shakier than he expected. Bulgaria swallowed again, then continued. "Any reason...? I mean, why that, in particular?"
"I don't usually get to appreciate the way you look in situations like that, y'know?" Romania bit at Bulgaria's earlobe, giving it a tug. "I mean, I'm usually busy." His hand trailed down Bulgaria's body, fingertips light and sliding. "He's very good at it, by the way."
Romania's hand slipped beneath Bulgaria's head, sinking into the strands of his hair. And the other hand slid down, down. Bulgaria tilted his head and followed his lead, pressing a soft kiss to Romania's mouth as that hand coiled around him.
He didn't need that much prompting, because Romania had led him there already, with the thought of Norway on his knees, his lips wrapped around Bulgaria's cock. Shivering, Bulgaria opened his mouth, moaning into the kiss as Romania's tongue slid past his lips. As his thumb slid over the head, already slick. As Romania's fingernails dug into Bulgaria's scalp.
The discussion had been unnecessary, anyway.
They both knew Bulgaria would do whatever Romania wanted.
