Original fill is here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=20399824#t20399824
Basically, America is tired of England being all tsun~ so he sings "Hot n Cold" by Katy Perry to him. I may or may not have shamelessly gotten 67% of my inspiration by watching the music video and then fitted it to Hetalia. >_> Here it is, in case you want to listen with the fic: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-LhyAVzDBI
Also this is anon's first time on the kink meme (and filling a past request no less) so please tell me if I have done something wrong so that I may at least attempt to fix it (although I'll probably just make it worse. @_@)
America stood squarely, facing England, looking him straight in the eye with a piercing sky blue glare.
“So, do you or do you not?” he repeated, his gaze remaining steady.
“I… ah, um… don’t know what to say,” England spluttered weakly in reply, all the while blushing to the tips of his ears. He could not believe that America was asking him this in the middle of a world meeting. And in front of what was quite literally the entire world. “I don’t know?”
“That’s not an answer Arthur,” groaned the American, taking a step toward the other man. “When someone asks you to be their boyfriend, you can say yes, or you can say no.”
“Ah, well, you see it’s complicated—” England started, only to be cut off by America.
“It wasn’t complicated last night,” America countered smartly. “I’m pretty sure that you sat in my lap, told me you loved, and then we spent the rest of the night having smexytimes.” America grinned knowing this would fluster the Brit to no end, and he got exactly the reaction he was expecting.
“For your information, I was bloody drunk at the time, and what I said may not have a thing to do with the way I feel!” snapped Arthur, glaring fiercely as Hungary squealed with delight and France and Prussia (what the hell was he doing here?) wolf whistled.
America sighed and suddenly the shorter man and thought he saw a flash of green light fill the room, but it was so brief that he thought he must have imagined it. England had no time to ponder further over this odd phenomenon, however, because suddenly something very strange happened.
Specifically, an annoying yet catchy techno/pop beat came out of nowhere and America began to back him against the table of the conference room they were in while the other nations began to bob their head in time with the music. As England leaned back to try and preserve at least some of his personal space, America grinned in a way that scared him very much and began to sing.
“You change your mind,” sang America as he reached down and tapped England flirtatiously on the nose,”Yeah you,” America shifted to the side and pushed England into one of the spinning chairs around the conference table “PMS, Like a bitch. I would know.”
England was shocked beyond the point where he could properly respond so he just stared as America continued on.
“And you, Over-think, Always speak, Cryptically.”
England found his chair being spun as that bloody git sang on and the reality of what was happening slowly began to sink it. He nearly jumped a foot in the air as America stooped the chair’s spinning by slamming his foot down right between Arthur’s legs. England suddenly feared for both his life and his manhood.
“I should know, That you're no good for me,” he sang brazenly, sporting that cocky I-am-going-to-get-you grin. England decided that it was now time to run. He sprang up, pushed past the American and dashed out toward the double doors of the conference room, running into other nations as he went. All the while, he could hear America’s footsteps following him as the singing continued.
“Cause you're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down.”
Hot n Cold (UsUk) [1/3]
Basically, America is tired of England being all tsun~ so he sings "Hot n Cold" by Katy Perry to him. I may or may not have shamelessly gotten 67% of my inspiration by watching the music video and then fitted it to Hetalia. >_> Here it is, in case you want to listen with the fic: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-LhyAVzDBI
Also this is anon's first time on the kink meme (and filling a past request no less) so please tell me if I have done something wrong so that I may at least attempt to fix it (although I'll probably just make it worse. @_@)
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America stood squarely, facing England, looking him straight in the eye with a piercing sky blue glare.
“So, do you or do you not?” he repeated, his gaze remaining steady.
“I… ah, um… don’t know what to say,” England spluttered weakly in reply, all the while blushing to the tips of his ears. He could not believe that America was asking him this in the middle of a world meeting. And in front of what was quite literally the entire world. “I don’t know?”
“That’s not an answer Arthur,” groaned the American, taking a step toward the other man. “When someone asks you to be their boyfriend, you can say yes, or you can say no.”
“Ah, well, you see it’s complicated—” England started, only to be cut off by America.
“It wasn’t complicated last night,” America countered smartly. “I’m pretty sure that you sat in my lap, told me you loved, and then we spent the rest of the night having smexytimes.” America grinned knowing this would fluster the Brit to no end, and he got exactly the reaction he was expecting.
“For your information, I was bloody drunk at the time, and what I said may not have a thing to do with the way I feel!” snapped Arthur, glaring fiercely as Hungary squealed with delight and France and Prussia (what the hell was he doing here?) wolf whistled.
America sighed and suddenly the shorter man and thought he saw a flash of green light fill the room, but it was so brief that he thought he must have imagined it. England had no time to ponder further over this odd phenomenon, however, because suddenly something very strange happened.
Specifically, an annoying yet catchy techno/pop beat came out of nowhere and America began to back him against the table of the conference room they were in while the other nations began to bob their head in time with the music. As England leaned back to try and preserve at least some of his personal space, America grinned in a way that scared him very much and began to sing.
“You change your mind,” sang America as he reached down and tapped England flirtatiously on the nose,”Yeah you,” America shifted to the side and pushed England into one of the spinning chairs around the conference table “PMS, Like a bitch. I would know.”
England was shocked beyond the point where he could properly respond so he just stared as America continued on.
“And you, Over-think, Always speak, Cryptically.”
England found his chair being spun as that bloody git sang on and the reality of what was happening slowly began to sink it. He nearly jumped a foot in the air as America stooped the chair’s spinning by slamming his foot down right between Arthur’s legs. England suddenly feared for both his life and his manhood.
“I should know, That you're no good for me,” he sang brazenly, sporting that cocky I-am-going-to-get-you grin. England decided that it was now time to run. He sprang up, pushed past the American and dashed out toward the double doors of the conference room, running into other nations as he went. All the while, he could hear America’s footsteps following him as the singing continued.
“Cause you're hot then you're cold, You're yes then you're no, You're in and you're out, You're up and you're down.”