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Hot as a Smoking Gun	By : Salmon Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hot as a Smoking Gun

Part 3
The chocolates arrived with a card and a quote. 'When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.'
She arrived at Switzerland's house within a few hours of receiving them. The first thing she did was tell him, "I don't like chocolates." The second thing she did was kiss him.
Both were honest, together they made no sense. He didn't seem to care, and kissed her back, pulling her tight against him. Tongues entwined, teeth touching, for a moment all she could think about was Switzerland's taste, and the warmth of his body against hers.
"Door." He murmured against her lips, and she had time to realize their passionate moment had been in his front doorway with the door open. He pulled her farther inside, shutting the door and kissing her again.
His hands were hot even through her dress, but she pulled back briefly, trying to regain her senses. "Liechtenstein?"
"She's not home." Switzerland pressed his lips to her neck, and she gave in, wrapping an arm around him.
She paused when she felt cold metal under her hands instead of his back. "Rifle?" She felt her lips curl into a smirk.
"It's an Uzi." Switzerland whispered into her ear. "9mm."
She tugged at the strap that was slung across his body. "Let me have it."
"It's loaded." His lips traveled down her neck.
"All the better."
"They're dummy bullets."
"Now you're just ruining it for me on purpose."
Switzerland pulled back, slinging off the rifle and for a moment pointing it at her. Belarus watched him, feeling her lips tug upwards, and not feeling the slightest bit threatened. Something inside was surprised by the calm in her, but over the months of their affair, her trust in him had become stronger and stronger. The idea that she had once not had such trust in him was almost an alien thought. He pulled two bullets from the gun, and a spark in his eyes made heat roll through her, then he was offering her the handle of the rifle.
She took it with delight, hands caressing the metal of the weapon for a moment. Then she laid it against his neck, before stroking downward - a light touch full of promise. She saw his breath speed up, and she dipped it further, sliding past his belt to stroke against his hardening member through his pants. One of his hands reached out to grip her shoulder, pulling her closer. The gun was trapped between them, and she moved it carefully, rubbing it's ridges against his groin, before grinding into the gun herself.
With a growl, he pushed her forward - bruising her lips with a fierce kiss. The gun was still trapped between them, and she felt him grind against it as well, and matched her thrusts with his. His tongue slid against her own tongue, explored along the ridges of her teeth as they continued to rut against the hard metal, bodies growing tight with desire.
Finally she broke the kiss - shoving him back and pointing the uzi at him, eyes flashing. "Upstairs." She demanded.
Switzerland smirked, but slowly backed away, keeping his eyes on her as she kept the gun trained on him. The walk up the stairs felt far too long with the need so thick between them. Switzerland paused by the bed, and she saw he'd managed to retain his hold on the bullets. Licking her lips in anticipation, she slowly set the gun down on the bed. They moved slower than either expected at that moment - clothes falling to the floor piece by piece. Than he was pressing her into the bed, lips nipping at her neck. hand moving with a sureness to her wet opening. Something cool was slid into her, and she gasped - walls tightening around it. A second was nudged in alongside the first and a groan escaped her lips.
"The bullets." He murmured, than he rolled - bringing her on top of him at the same time as sitting up, balancing her on one of his knees. She had only just adjusted to the position when he bounced the leg. She gave a cry as the bullets moved with the motion, rubbing against the walls of her passage. He gave her only a moment's reprieve, then he was bouncing the leg continuously - and she could only cling onto his shoulders - nails digging into his skin.
The bullets jostled inside of her, sliding against each other and stroking her passage with each movement of Switzerland's leg. She felt her body growing tighter and tighter with need, the bouncing so fast there was no break from sensation. His own hands were on her waist, and she twisted in his grip, cries escaping her lips as he brought her closer and closer to release. Suddenly the motion stopped and he was rolling her beneath him again.
She gave a cry that was half relief, half protest, at the lack of sensation. His fingers slid into her again, withdrawing the bullets slowly. She moaned at the empty feeling, body screaming to be filled, and the next moment he was pushing inside her - a pulsing heat. She ground against him, and he cried out - obviously just as desperate as she was by now.
They struggled to find a rhythm, both of their thoughts clouded with physical hunger. It wasn't so much as finding their way in synch as falling into it. Suddenly thrusting in perfect timing - shouts and screams and heated kisses as he filled her time and again, hard and fast and perfect. Release was shattering, and she felt herself buck beneath his weight, only vaguely aware of milking him to his own release as he continued to thrust in and out.
Afterwards, they lay in silence, basking in the pleasant feelings still thrumming through their bodies, and the warmth of lying in each other's arms. Neither of them seemed quite ready to say anything about the cause of this particular time. Chocolates and flowers instead of simple convenience. Less certain of the other's intentions in hindsight, she waited until she felt his breath deepen into what seemed to be sleep, then slipped out of his arms.
Even as she redressed, her eyes slid to him. Blonde hair mussed from their activities, pale skin aglow in the lamp light. Unable to resist, she leaned over to press a kiss to his mouth. "But I do like flowers." She whispered, as if completing the sentence she'd spoken hours before now.
She turned to leave, but was frozen when a hand caught hers, and she turned back - startled - to find his eyes wide awake and looking right at her. "I'll remember." He pressed his lips to her knuckles, releasing her hand afterwards.
Caught off-guard, Belarus retreated out of the room. It wasn't until she was safely back at her own house that she allowed herself time to consider that promise, and revel in it.

The roses were white. A simple half dozen, not some vulgar large bouquet. The best part was they still had their thorns.
"Lithuania must be trying a new tactic." Ukraine commented when she saw the bouquet at her seat.
"Lithuania sends red roses. And he has them dethorned." Belarus made no attempt to mask her contempt. It was symbolic to her - the two tokens of affection. It spoke of how the gifters viewed her. A pretty defenseless flower; a dangerous beauty.
"If not Lithuania, then who?" Ukraine asked.
Rather than answer, Belarus pressed her thumb to a large thorn. A flash of pain, and a prick of blood followed. Ignoring Ukraine`s wail of complaint at her action, she placed her thumb in her mouth - looking around the room. Switzerland was at his seat, watching her. When their eyes met, she saw his lips quirk, and felt her own twitch in response. It was definitely a good start to the day.
The meeting itself was forgettable. Or, at the very least, held no special place in his memory. That was probably less to do with the meeting being so unimpressive, and more to do with being distracted by his own thoughts. He`d contemplated where and when to approach Belarus`s siblings. Had even debated about inviting them to his house to hold the conversation. In the end, though, he`d chosen a more direct approach. He`d contemplated Belarus`s reaction as well, and was confident in her answer, though the setting might or might not displease her. He`d decided the risk was worth the gain. Amid the chaos of first conference break, he pulled another white rose from his bag, and moved across the room before the three could move apart.
"Belarus."
Her eyes widened slightly, before narrowing in thought. "Switzerland."
He held up the rose in offering. "Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of a beginning; all fear of an end." The previous chaos in the room seemed to suddenly disappear.
Belarus made him wait, though there was a spark in her eye that gave her away, at least to him. "Is that the best love poem you could come up with?" She challenged.
"Do you wish me to read you more?" He returned.
Belarus`s lips twitched, and when she reached out, instead of taking the rose, she rested her hand on his. "Much more."
Never taking his eyes from her, Switzerland spoke to her sibling nations. "Russia. Ukraine, I would like to have personal relations with your sister."
The silence that followed was deafening. A hand was placed over theirs, and a slight pressure forced them to part. Belarus turned a glare on the Ukraine, who Switzerland was surprised to notice was the one for the action. "I think we should continue this conversation in private. Right, brother?"
"Da. Private would be best." Russia`s smile was chilling as ever.
"Belarus, stay here." Ukraine ordered, but was met with a defiant glower.
"I will not."
Before it turned into an argument, Switzerland held out the rose again. "Many, many more." He promised.
Taking the rose, Belarus gave a dismissive gesture, before reseating herself at the conference table. Switzerland was certain he looked more confident than he felt, as he followed the two outside.
Belarus was still contemplating the single white rose when the chairs on either side of her were pulled out, and occupied. She was not surprised by Liechtenstein's presence, but a little startled by Austria's. After glancing to confirm the identities of who had interrupted her solitude, she turned her eyes back to the rose. "You should speak if you have something to say."
"Though it is unspoken of between us, I owe Switzerland much." Austria was the first to speak.
Belarus sniffed. "I am aware of the fact."
"If he were to be made unhappy, I would be most displeased."
"Should I feel concerned over this?"
The bouquet was on the table. Austria reached over a gloved hand, and casually snapped off one of the thorns. Belarus stared at the flowers for a moment, before turning to meet his gaze. Behind his glasses, his eyes were hard. "Only if you make him unhappy."
"I'm not as good at weapons as you or brother." Liechtenstein spoke up suddenly, interrupting before she could think of a response.
Belarus frowned at this announcement, and turned to the petite nation, a scowl darkening her features. "And so?"
"But I know lots of lawyers. I'm ever so good with laws." Liechtenstein kept her eyes forward as she spoke. "In modern times, laws can be just as dangerous as armies. Trade sanctions and product bans. That sort of thing. Understand?" There was nothing particularly threatening about the way she was speaking, but what her words implied made a threatening tone unnecessary.
Belarus turned her eyes back to the flower. "If I desired to make him unhappy, I would have done so already."
"Good!" Liechtenstein smiled brightly. "Welcome to the family."
Belarus decided that Switzerland had it easy with her siblings.

"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you." Russia was shaking Switzerland's hand.
"Brother." Ukraine looked ready to hit the larger nation.
"Ah, it is good, though. Belarus seemed happy. Da?"
"That's not the point!" Ukraine began to sniffle. "Aren't you worried about our little sister's honor and well being? What's a big sister to do?"
Switzerland blinked. "I only wish to make Belarus happy."
"That is good. But do not keep axes by the bedroom door." Russia offered.
Switzerland decided three things. Some questions were not meant to be asked. The idea of Belarus with an axe was a tempting concept. Some things were not meant to be shared with your lover's siblings. "I'll...remember that."
Ukraine stamped her foot to draw attention to herself. "If you make Belarus cry, we'll make you regret it!" She threatened.
"That would be bad." Russia nodded, still smiling "I would have to break every bone in your body, and that would be a long process."
"And I'd hold you down so he could do it."
"I will do my best." Switzerland promised, bowing to the two. Despite the slight tremor of fear he felt at the final threat, he had to admit the conversation had gone better than expected.

Belarus was seriously contemplating tracking down her lover and siblings, and was beginning to wonder if the former was currently being beaten into a bloody corpse, when the three finally returned to the conference room. She was on her feet, checking for missing limbs before she realized her reaction. Switzerland smiled at her, and she felt her own lips curve upwards. The conference would be reconvening any moment, but he took her hand and pulled her to one side anyhow.
"How were my siblings?" She asked him.
"Reasonable." He assured her. "I don't suppose-"
"You have frightening friends. I approve."
The smile that passed between them was smug. "Have I ever told you I have a straight blade black oxidized hand axe?" Switzerland whispered.
Belarus smirked. "How does it handle?"
"Perhaps you'd like to try it out sometime."
Rather than answer in words, she wrapped her hand around his neck and drug him down to seal the offer with a kiss.
Annoying Author's Notes: Finished! I enjoyed writing this fic a lot, and I hope you like the ending. (I couldn't resist bringing up the axe again...) I wanted to have a happy ending, but I still wanted it to be very them. I consider this "Mission Accomplished". LOL
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