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Fireworks	By : Akikazehana Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do neither own Hetalia and all the characters appearing in this fanfic, nor do I mae a single penny out of this

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Oh dear, it seems I forgot to mention that this is just a prequel, more like setting the stage and the mood (and I really was wondering where the comments were -_-''''')... the idea came up late on august first (Swiss national day) and I wasn't yet sure how the second part of the story would go on so I decided to make this a prequel to at least have "something to give Vash for his birthday" ;) ... so I might have rushed the "publishing" and kinda forgot to add this note...

I know it's not something very adult or aff.net-like, just consider it, well, like a first chapter that can actually more or less stand on it's own... the smut and stuff will follow in the sequel... just let me get a breather in my tight schedule to finally rework the second part once more ^^

Thank you for pointing it out, Dr.Roboto ^^

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Fireworks

Flowers of fire sparkle in the sky, illuminating it for the briefest of seconds. A faint breeze in the hot night sways the silky hair with the colour of golden wheat as you look upwards to the black sky with a certain look of melancholy. In this moment I want to touch you so badly but when you turns your head towards me, the movement slow and elegant, I can’t bring myself to shake of this paralysis cursing through me at the sight of those lips, curved like those of a woman, not quite smiling but not sad, just heavy, plump and full of the promise of exquisite pleasures.

“What is it?”

Your voice mocks me while the fireworks almost drown his words. For being so frugal you sure know how to celebrate his birthday. Those eyes, immense emeralds so full of an unyielding soul and vibrating with the sheer brimming life they hide, pierce me with their gaze as I probably look like an idiotic fish with his mouth open. You chuckle again and turn your gaze back to the fireworks over the lake, big bonfires lighting up everywhere on the mountain. The bangs and cracks from the detonations are deafening, almost like gunshots. If I touched you now, would you shoot me with the rifle you’re leaning on?

As my thoughts dangerously circle around some stupid notions of dying for a mere instant of bliss as I’d force my lips on yours, Liechtenstein saves me by taking away the rifle and telling you off for keeping your weapons around while you’re having guests. You sigh a little – oh god what would I give to feel your breath against my skin? – and hand the weapon over, sitting down into the slightly moist grass of the meadow and staring at the flowers that can only be seen in this special night. As I watch you grin for yourself with this mixture of joy and outburst of bratty boyishness, I have to admit that I’m just seeing the pyromaniac in you. We all are a bit of pyromaniacs when it comes to celebrations but you small, feminine yet so absurdly strong man, seem to just enjoy the uncoordinated and messy homage by your citizens, for once not caring about order and tidiness.

I sit down next to you, ignoring your slightly bewildered stare before you continue your contemplation of the fireworks, and just look at you instead. The bonfire across the meadow paints golden shimmer over your perfect skin and I have to resist the urge to stretch out my hand and trail over it, caress it, adore it. My tongue craves for your taste even though I have never savoured it. I bet you taste like sun, grass, mountains, wood and gunpowder for sure and maybe chocolate. This mixture sounds so alluring to me that I feel like a man thirsting under the scorching sun of the desert. My body is aching with desire but I don’t know how to approach you. What would you do if I pushed you down now? You’d probably beat to a pulp. You still haven’t forgiven me, right?

“Vash…”

“Hmm?”

I want you.

“You like fireworks, don’t you?”

“Uhm, yeah. Who doesn’t?”

I crave you.

“Who knows…”

I want to push you down and conquer your body and soul.

“… Is there something on my face?”

I want to kiss you.

“No… You just looked so happy…”

“… whatever.”

I want to see the face you make when you are driven to the edge of lust.

“Thank you for the invitation.”

I want to feel the heat of your body against mine.

“Lilly insisted. I didn’t really want to see you.”

I want to bury myself in your flesh until no one can tell us apart anymore.

“Vash…”

“What?”

I want to possess you.

“Happy birthday.”

I love you.

You’re blushing, softly, and you avoid my gaze after a second, looking again far away. The fireworks almost swallow your answer:

“… thank you.”

If the next three fireworks floating over the sea are golden, I’ll kiss you.

Gold

Gold

Red

Maybe next year…

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Happy birthday, dear Vash. I wish you a wonderful first of august and thank you for being my country.

If anyone could guess who is "I", write it in the reviews and you'll get a hug. :D

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