hetalia_kink | Past Part Fills Part 2 -- CLOSED

The world literally stops when England stands from his seat and walks to Spain. America stops babbling to France to stare. Germany pauses mid-yell and Northern Italy eyes actually open in shock. The meeting room is silent, save for a couple of furious whispers from Southern Italy, who cowers behind Spain’s back.

“Spain.”

Spain blinks in confusion before he smiles, “Yes, England?”

There is a slight digital chirp that follows a tense silence; Hungary had turned on her camera.

“I…I would like you to,” England pauses and blushes as he glares at all the other countries who stare at them. His green eyes clearly tell them to ‘piss off’.

They, of course, do not. They’re sure the drama about to happen will be well worth the drunken punk that will undoubtedly turn up at their houses.

“I would like you to accompany me to dinner. J-just to go over some points with you over… that.” England is shifting nervously, looking like an awkward teenager in a too big pinstripe suit and not the confident Nation that dares argue constantly with America.

Spain smiles wider and opens his mouth to respond, but South Italy beats him to it, “He accepts. Just go away.”

England’s gaze drifts down to Spain’s shoulder, glaring at South Italy. The grumpy Italian yelps and pushes Spain forward to shield him. Spain smiles, “Okay.”

England pales and his jaw drops open as he stares disbelievingly at Spain. For a few seconds he does a really good imitation of a fish, his mouth opening and closing so often, and Spain doesn’t have the slightly clue why.

“I was planning on cooking something myself, so would you like to come to my room?” Spain asks and blinks his green eyes as England turns a darker shade of red. No puede ser bueno para su salud cambiar de color tan seguido, Spain thinks and is about to ask if England is okay, when England answers. Suddenly, Spain notices, England looks happy. Not ‘HAHAHA! I just sunk your bloody Armada bastard!’ or ‘I’m going to pound your face from here to kingdom come France for even looking my direction’ but the kind of happy of someone who just got granted their greatest wish.

“Y-yo-you. I-I, that’s. Very well, I shall be there then,” England says as he finally gains control over his stutter and quickly runs out of the meeting room.

The second the door slams shut the room instantly erupts.

“OH MY GAWD! Liet! Did you like see that? Bushy brows just totally asked Mr. Oblivious out on a DATE!”

“Poland…”

“Spain! Let me borrow your room key! Japan and I have to go in for a while!”

“Germany, Germany! Big brother Spain and England are going to have a nice romantic dinner. We should too! I brought extra pasta, so I can cook!”

“Ah, Espagne I am jealous.”

“Did you hear that Mattie! England’s trying to get into Spain’s pan—”

“AL!”

“Irmão, you’d best give my cute little husband the best dinner ever,”

Portugal grinned as he slung his arm over Spain’s shoulders, and pulling him closer. “If you try to poison him in the name of your Armada, I’ll never forgive you.”

“That’s mean, hermano. We’re just going to eat dinner.”

Portugal started and looked at Spain, clearly re-evaluating his thoughts on how stupid his brother really was.

“Like hell. I hope you two go at it like the kinky fucking rabbits you are,” Prussia cackled as he appeared out of nowhere and draped himself over Spain.

“Don’t be so crude, Prussia,” A soft voice nation interrupts and walks in front of Spain, holding out a briefcase, “England forgot this, so since you’re going to see him later, could you please give it to him?”

Prussia tenses for a split second before leering, “Like you’re one to talk, Canada. Last time we wen—”

“GILBERT!” Canada hisses as his face turns scarlet. Much like England’s had, Spain notes in amusement. Still smiling, Spain takes the briefcase and promises to return it to England later that afternoon.

Great start! Author!Anon you got me hooked, now if you don't mind I'm going to stalk this fill...f5f5f5ff5

why so cute, England? anon here has a feeling that the dinner will be very adorable(or chaotic?)

“Like hell. I hope you two go at it like the kinky fucking rabbits you are” yes Gilbert you WIN. AGAIN.

This is so cute! You have made me discover that I like this pairing a bit

...IS THAT PORTUGAL/ENGLAND I SEE THAR?

I love you. Truly I do.

So very bookmarked this fill.

Ffffff very very bookmarked <3

Oh dear God it's Portugal! *dies of happiness* ♥

...not that I didn't enjoy the Spain-and-England bits, because I loved them too.

*stalks your fill for great justice*

WE NEED MOAR!

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