Someone wrote in [personal profile] hetalia_kink 2010-09-06 06:24 pm (UTC)

Re: Vodka scented roses~ 5/?



Russia raised his hand nervously, his fist shaking as he willed himself to bang on the door but he couldn't do it.

It had been nearly a month since he had last spoken to France. He had blown him off, ignored his calls, refused to see him when he visited... he had even left the countless letters he had sent unopened on his sideboard, along with the wilting flowers and various bottles of alcohol.

He felt so stupid. He couldn't take back how childish he had acted. It was too late for that but he could make amends for his idiotic behaviour. He was able to do that much.

Taking in another deep breath, he allowed his fist to collide with the door and waited.

The minute between allowing his hand to drop to his side and the door opening felt like an eternity. He wanted to see France. He didn't believe that France truly loved him but he was an adult now. Love wasn't the issue here. It was sex. He knew it was all his fault too. If he could just get over it...

“Russia?” A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the face that accompanied the voice.

“France... I... I'm sorry... I...”

“I told you I'd wait for you,” France said as he stepped aside to allow Russia into his home. “And wait for you I did.”

Russia hung his head as he meandered inside. He couldn't bare to look him in the eyes. “I know you said that.,” he uttered, pausing in the entrance hall. He had been to France's home many times before, after all, France was always eager to invite people in.

“You ignored my phone calls, my letters...” France started as he leant in to kiss Russia, only to stop as Russia didn't move. “You're not avoiding me?”

Russia blushed slightly, placing his hands on France's chest. “A-about that...maybe you love me, maybe you don't but...”

France shook his head, placing his index finger on Russia's lips. “Hush. Tell me, why did you come here? I would have waited another month; another year; another decade for you.”

“I think it's pretty obvious why I came here,” he replied, although he wasn't exactly sure himself. He could feel his confidence barrier he had put up around France over so many dates crumbling. The dates had been a shield, every conversation they shared had strengthened his defences. He was certain he had masked any insecurities he held... but the instant those three tiny words had been mentioned, his barrier had come crashing down and he had failed to build them back up even with a month apart.

“I want to hear you say it,” France whispered as he leant further forward and raised a hand to the side of Russia's head, gently running his fingers through the locks. “Tell me why you came here.”

Russia felt his face heat up even more as France wound his hair around his fingers, tugging it ever so slightly. “P-please, don't be like this with me. I only came over here to speak to you. N-nothing more,” he stammered, freeing himself from France’s grip and stepping backwards.

He could see the lust in France’s eyes and he felt that his own expression gave his feelings away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want France, he was human after all (despite what the other nations thought about him). At the same time though, he couldn’t stop the niggling thought at the back of the mind. France had been with so many other men, so many other women... he didn’t want to end up just being another name on his long list of conquests.

“Now, why would you come here just to speak to me? Surely you would have just picked up the phone... to want to see me in person...” He approached Russia and before either of them realised it, they had run out of floor space and the wall ceased both of their movements. “It implies you wanted something a little more than conversation.”

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