Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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Must Love Cats 1b

[(Anonymous)]

What is your favorite animal?

Arthur looked over at the silver tabby he had been given as a present on his last birthday. The beautiful cat stretched, as if sensing his gaze, and she looked over her shoulder at him, yawning, showing him her pearly-white fangs. He smiled. While he didn’t particularly like animals all that much, he adored Victoria. She was darling, and he knew that he spoiled her rotten.

He checked “cats”, then “submit”. Yes, any prospective lover must love cats – there was no way he was getting rid of Victoria.

Another, this time smaller, form came up, with only three questions:

What age group are you looking for?

Do you want them to be experienced, intermediate, or new in terms of relationships?

And, finally, Have you read our Terms and Conditions, and agreed to them?

Arthur clicked on the group he himself fell into—“18-24”. It seemed stupid to pick anyone older. To his surprise, though, there had been a group for those “15-18”. What kind of perverts came to this site?

He clicked on “intermediate”, mainly for the reason that he himself was not very well-rehearsed in relationships. He knew how they should work, how they were supposed to run their course. But all the contact he had with the fairer sex as of yet had been platonic. He’d never really believed in the philosophy that there could be sex without love; it seemed wrong to him. Making love was meant to be an expression of trust and love between two people. It wasn’t a selfish act made for the pure pleasure aspect of it. Call him sentimental, call him a romantic, that was his belief.

Knowing that the “terms and conditions” would be the same legal garble that every other site had in order to keep from getting sued, he clicked “yes” without bothering to read it.

The last form was all on his personal specifics. His height, weight, hair and eye colors, his likes and dislikes… As well as his mailing address (a note stating that his personal information would not, in any way, shape or form, become public knowledge) for bill payments. The basic things that everyone put down in dating site profiles, he was rather sure. He filled it out accordingly, and clicked “continue”.

A screen popped up, the word “Congratulations!” spelled out in the same annoyingly flowery print as the beginning button, on top of the rest of the message.

“Click here for a free 6-month trial!” it claimed, blinking irritatingly.

“At least it’s free,” Arthur grumbled darkly. “Damn it, Kiku. I don’t need a damn dating site. I don’t even need a relationship.” Knowing full well that the Japanese male couldn’t hear him in the apartment next door, he continued grumbling complains as he clicked on the final button that sealed his fate.

~*~*~*~USUK~*~*~*~

Two weeks later, Arthur was sitting at his kitchen table, nursing a cup of tea in his hands. The warm porcelain felt good against his cold hands. Sighing softly, he continued his relaxing ritual. He always had a nice hot cup of tea after a day at school. He was in his senior year at college, though he was easily one of the older men in his year. He had skipped two years between high school and college in order to travel abroad.

While he’d learned many interesting things while visiting the many countries he’d been to, he’d also rather exhausted his pocket book. As a result, he lived very frugally now. But he didn’t regret his travels in the slightest – sometimes, he thought, he wished he could go back. And maybe he would, after he paid off his student loans. It sounded nice – a reward, almost.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Sighing, he set aside his cup onto its proper place in its saucer. “Coming,” he called, stepping quickly across his sitting room to the front door. He opened the door, and stared in surprise at the two men who instantly pushed their way into the apartment, wheeling behind them a rather large crate. “E-excuse me, who are—“

“Arthur Kirkland?” One of the men, with slicked-back blonde hair, a rather miffed expression, and blue eyes looked over at him, holding up a clipboard. Arthur nodded hesitantly. “Sign here, please.”