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Never Enough	By : SushiiAttack Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and am making absolutely no profit off of this fic.

Chapter List
- 1-Never Enough
- 2-Sweden's Revenge
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This is the first installment of an attempt to write a fanfiction a day, with specific themes. It might not work that way, but I'm going to try. There's a kink list I'm going down for the themes of the pairings. There might be some themes and kinks that aren't for the faint of heart, as a fair warning. I'm doing this alongside my girlfriend.

The theme of the current fic is:

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

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A subtle glance from across the bar... That was what started it all. That was what started the beating in his chest. The very rhythmic beating that made so many different things bloom in his mind and spread throughout his body.

Fear.

Desire.

Confusion.

Insecurity.

Passion.

Loneliness.

Unsure Tendencies.

Nostalgia.

Pure. Raw. Need.

That was all he could think about. How much he missed this other nation and not only that- but how much he needed him. Hell, he needed anyone but just seeing the spiky blond across the bar eying him the way he was.. He knew that was the one. That was the one he wanted.

Y'see, things hadn't been going well with him and Sweden... They were together and everything was great for a while. Everything was perfect. Finland was in heaven and loving every moment of it. They'd fled together from Denmark because they were tired of being controlled. They wanted to be together and they wanted to be happy.

Well. For a while they were. They really were. Everything had been going so well... Though, then some things happened and Finland wasn't sure he felt the same about Sweden anymore. He didn't treat him the same. Nothing was the same. He didn't even touch him anymore. It was as if he had better things to do.

So, that was what drove Finland to the drinking. That was what drove him here to be eying the very nation he fled from with this other country he was sure would make him happy. Though, what was Denmark doing here to begin with? It didn't make sense to him... But then again, he really didn't pay attention to where he left to. He could have easily gone in the wrong direction and ended up in Denmark from Sweden's home instead of making his way back to Finland...

It was possible... And as he stood from his bar stool and walked over to occupy the empty one to his right. His hand was gripping a beer as he strode over and he just laid it down on the bar as he made himself a little too comfortable next to the other.

Why not? He'd seen the way the other was looking at him...

"So..." he whispered out before bringing the bottle to his lips, gripping the neck of it tightly. "How have you been?" Then he set the bottle to the side and he tossed his glance upwards at the much taller Nordic.

"You know. Same ol' same ol'. Lonely. Bored. Drunk," he said and then shrugged his shoulders, bringing the bottle up to his lips as well.

Damn... Finland didn't want it to be the bottle that was pressing against those lips. It had been too long since he'd seen this nation. Sweden made sure to keep him from him. He was worried about it because he knew the controlling affect that Denmark could have on nations sometimes. He'd kept them locked down for quite some time as it was. He was far too controlling and hard to get along with more times than none.

Also, Finland knew he was telling the truth about the lonely and drunk part. He was such a heavy drinker and no one could stand to be around him for long. Even Finland... Though, what he had in mind wasn't going to leave him with prolonged exposure. All he wanted was a one night stand type thing with someone he knew he could trust... And he was rather sure he could trust Denmark. He'd been there for him for quite some time before... There had always been attraction between them as well. Who wouldn't be attracted to Denmark though?

Before he opens his mouth that is. Then there would be a problem.

"Sounds interesting," Finland said and then glanced upwards again. He was tired of talking for once. He wasn't sure why he was... He generally loved talking. Perhaps it was only with Sweden and now that Sweden knew everything about him- he didn't have much to say anymore.

"How about we go do something else that's interesting?"

That was something Denmark didn't have to ask him twice. He took a huge gulp of the beer and then set it back down on the counter. No need to finish it when he had something better to do now.

"What are we waiting for then?" he called out to Finland and grabbed his wrist, tugging him up.

That was definitely all of the urging he needed. Finland stood and followed the other out. If they really were in Denmark then this bar would most definitely not be very far from where Denmark lived... So, there wasn't very long to go. He did always go to a bar that was so very close to his home.

Breaking through the door, Finland was slammed against the wall outside and their lips were together.

Connection one. God, Finland had missed this man. He couldn't deny himself that as he pressed back into that kiss a little more enthusiastically than he should. He felt the tongue lap out across his lips, but all he did was push the other away.

"Uh, uh, uh," he mused and wiggled his finger.

A grin from the much taller Nordic was awarded and then he tugged the other's wrist again in hopes that he would follow him.

As Finland walked behind the other, gripping his hand rather enthusiastically, he felt like such a tease... Then he felt like a sleaze. A cheater. A sex addict...

Though, when he felt his back against a tree right outside the Nordic's home and those lips were on his again, the feelings left and all he could feel were those things from before... The desire burned deep in the pit of his stomach. The desire to be touched and the desire to be cared for... Perhaps he wouldn't get the feeling of being cared for, but he would be able to feel touches and know that at least someone desired, him right?

"I've missed you so much..." he whispered when the kiss was finally broken. All he could taste was beer and the possibility of regret... Though, when that mouth was on his again all he could taste was beer.

"I've missed you too, Fin," came the gruff whispered after the second kiss was broken.

That was what Finland needed to hear. He felt justified... He felt so very justified in this. He tugged the other towards the door now. He really had missed the other. He didn't miss him until he was pretty much being ignored by Sweden though... Then all he could think about was the fact that Denmark always wanted to talk to him. Be with him. See him.

How could you not miss that?

Now he didn't have to miss it as they walked into his home and didn't even bother with the lights. A shirt and a long coat just fell to the floor and bodies were pressed together. Denmark was obviously not opposed to this either and he'd missed the small frame he was pressing his lips into right now. There was no denying that.

"Mmm... I want you so bad," Finland moaned out when he felt those lips on his neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth. Then he couldn't help but squeak when he felt his feet leave the floor. Denmark wanted to take this show somewhere else, so Finland just leaned upwards and gave the other's neck the same treatment as they ascended the stairs. He could feel the slight shakiness in the other's legs as he walked and he was sure it was because of his lips from the soft moans he could faintly hear rumbling in the other's chest.

Soon, Finland found himself laying down on the bed with the other staring down at him. Reaching up, Finland grabbed Denmark's tie and tugged him down onto the bed to move over him. This was definitely just going to be something produced by their desires.

Quick and agile fingers moved to unbutton Denmark's shirt and then it was on the floor. He loosened the tie and pulled that off as well. Then he grabbed the other's chin and leaned back, pulling him with him. Their lips melded together as one and then quickly and without warning, Denmark pushed their hips together.

A moan escaped Finland's parted lips and he had to break the kiss, panting out some from the harsh sensation. That was when Denmark did it again and Finland grabbed the stronger nation's shoulders as he shakily moaned out once more.

"You're so hard already..." Denmark whispered into the other's ear. He then pushed his hips into Finland's again and he moaned out as well this time.

"I can't help it. I want you," Finland whispered out and dragged his teeth along Denmark's earlobe lightly. "I haven't been touched in so long... Every little touch makes a shiver run down my spine... No matter the spot..."

Then Finland reached out and grabbed the other's hand and pushed it against his chest, shivering and moaning out- as if to prove his point. That got Denmark's attention and then he moved his hand down, his eyes following the trail of his fingers. He then grabbed Finland's pants and unbuttoned them. His eyes flicked up to the other and he smirked. He then leaned his face down and unzipped his pants with his teeth.

"Mmm... Don't tease me like that," Finland purred out as his eyes watched him treat his pants that way.

"Oh, but why not? It's so very fun..." he said, punctuating his sentence by pushing his hand into the other's obviously hard crotch.

A moan broke through the room, but then it was muffled by lips pressing together yet again. Tongue lapping into the other's mouth, Finland then wrapped his arms around him tightly. He obviously wanted this a little too bad.

Pushing the pants down over Finland's hips, he moved from between his legs and tossed them to the floor. That was when Finland made his move. He pushed Denmark down on the bed and climbed over him instead. He gave the other the same treatment with his pants, though he used his teeth to unbutton the fabric as well before it fell to the floor in a heap. Now they were both there on the bed together bare.

It was time to take some preparations. Leaning down over Denmark's length, his eyes looked up to the other as he dragged his tongue over it. He closed his eyes and drank in the moan. He sucked the head between his parted lips and then made sure to coat it really well with his saliva. He wasn't patient enough to ask Denmark if he had lube or anything, so he just had to make sure he got this covered enough. When he was finally satisfied with what he'd done, he pulled his mouth away and he sighed out.

"You just had to stop didn't you..." Denmark gruffed out, his eyes fluttering open.

"Oh but of course. I don't want you to climax before you satisfy me or anything," Finland retorted playfully. Then he shifted his position and got on his hands and knees, presenting himself to the other. "Come on.~ You can still have some pleasure you know."

"You don't need any preparation?" Denmark asked as he climbed onto his knees and moved behind the other.

"Of course not. It's been a while, but I've done this enough..." he said with a nod. Then he grabbed the blankets in his fist, preparing himself mentally for the other to push into him.

Then he whimpered when he felt the hard flesh push past the tight ring of muscle. It was a little larger than he was expecting, but it wasn't anything his body couldn't adjust to. He fisted the sheets tighter as he felt the other push all the way into him. Then he moaned out rather loudly when he reached around and grabbed his own erection and stroked it lightly.

"Fuck, Den..." Finland moaned out. He'd wanted this for so long.

The entire time he felt the other moving into him, all he could think about was how he didn't really miss Denmark... He missed Sweden. He missed his husband- or so he called himself most of the time. A few tears streamed down his face as he desperately wished it was Sweden pushing into him and not Denmark... He also wished that he didn't enjoy it so very much. It felt so good to finally have someone paying attention to him like this, even if they were both half drunk... He didn't care though. He felt like he'd betrayed Sweden and he did. He knew he did. He'd defiled everything, but at this point he didn't care. He just loved the way he was feeling...

Then all of the guilt came crashing down when he felt the other's seed spilling into his body... And then his own spilling out over the blankets. His breathing came out in quick, hot pants... He didn't feel any emotional attachments after that and he felt rather disgusting for that.

"That... Was amazing, Denmark... And that's why I have to leave now," he said as he stood from the bed and found his clothing in the piles. He pulled his underwear on and then his pants too. Sure, Denmark was talking right now, but he didn't care. He'd fulfilled his desires... What he'd missed so very much and it didn't make him feel happy.

Trotting down the stairs, he pushed his bangs from his eyes and then reached down, grabbing his shirt from the floor, untangling it from the other nation's jacket.

Then he left. Went back to the bar to drink his troubles away.

Only one problem though... Sweden was there as well.
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