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Love of the Half Eaten Peach	By : CyreliaJ Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Clever,” China murmurs as his eyes flicker back and forth between the elegant script and the suspended body. South Korea looks up from where he holds Canada’s legs, craning his neck to see past his brother’s shoulder.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asks, a big grin appearing on his face with what appears to be a grudging admiration. North Korea turns around and reads the upside down letters as well, his eyes wide and stunned.

“Yes... yes it is,” China confirms before passing a hand over the text essentially erasing it, watching the white parchment reappear blank and unchanged on the table’s surface. China is silently contemplative, his eyes focused on the table and Canada is wondering just how much this is going to hurt. He’s never died before but he has no doubt in his mind that China’s gonna kill him and some brand spanking new Canada with attitude is gonna leap up in his place.

Canada swallows and manages a weak little smile knowing that if it were America there and not him he’d dazzle them with some cheesy grin and some really obviously put upon repentance and of course everyone’s putty in America’s stupid dorky hands when he does that but Canada is pretty sure he just looks ill and hardly the Bart Simpson-esque maverick his brother plays off so well. His mouth is dry and really he doesn’t even know if he’ll be able to manage coherent speech.

“I-“ his voice cracks and he inwardly cringes. China however looks up from the blank memo his expression equally unreadable. North Korea of course, not nearly so restrained looks at the two of them and utter in complete seriousness, “Supreme Leader would definitely make an example of him.” China is still looking only at Canada and the young nation once more manages an abortive stutter before almost passing out. He wonders how undignified it would be if he actually does pass out.

“Drop him,” China orders, voice far too soft and dangerous. Canada winces as he’s unceremoniously dumped onto his back on the table and he looks wildly at the three of them wondering if they’re going to start pulling out fingernails. And China circles him slowly, feet making no sound on the floor. He draws a soft finger along Canada’s side making him shiver. Canada shuts his eyes tightly bracing himself for the worst and hoping in some wild fantasy that China might still not know who the hell he is. It nearly works too until he feels the stinging slap to his thigh. “So. This is what you were offering… Matthew. Canada.” He cracks one eye open, looking up at the three of them standing above him like some unholy trinity. “Funny. I didn’t think you wanted any more of my children.” And Canada blinks, hardly expecting that turn in the conversation, about to sit up when North Korea smiles- some creepy yandere type grin and shoves him back down.

“Sit,” He informs him far too sunny pushing those glasses back up on the bridge of his nose as his demeanor definitely changes from the shy retiring nation who first entered the room. North Korea looks at China far too eagerly as he asks, “Are we going to interrogate him, Yao gege? Supreme leader invented interrogation so...”

“Ha!” South Korea butts in shoving him aside as he regards Canada like a damn prize captive. “Everyone knows that we invented interrogation.”

“So is this the great plan?” China asks ignoring them both, drawing Canada’s full attention once more as he lifts the young nation’s right leg up by the ankle and Canada can feel a thumb stroking the bottom of his foot even as North Korea gleefully suggests beating the bottoms of his feet and makes him almost throw up at the graphic description of severing the Achilles tendons. “You were going to seduce me?” China continues lifting his leg up and back ignoring North Korea, completely exposing him, and in spite of the falling out in the pit of his stomach Canada can’t help but feel the heat rise to his face knowing that the ancient nation is looking at everything.

Canada swallows hard and nods because he really doesn’t trust his voice right now and he knows already that he has to be white as a sheet and if he thought there was a chance in hell he’d make it to the door alive he’d bolt like a rabbit. But as terrified as he is, he definitely takes notice of China’s assessing expression and he can honestly say of all the reactions he’s had to his naked body- he’s tried to block out Russia’s laughing that one time when it was cold- he’s never quite had another look at him with such a calculating countenance.

“You really think… that I would want this?” China asks as he moves his hand and turns Canada’s leg out at the knee like he’s some kind of puppet and gives the weirdest uncomfortable flick to his limp cock; the young nation is almost offended.

South Korea laughs. Okay strike that, Canada is definitely offended. Because in case they haven’t noticed his current body is a hell of a lot smaller than it normally is and where they get off making fun of his less than impressive assets right now he wants to know. Hey you jerks it is not that small normally it is a lot bigger! It’s the second largest landmass you stupid hosers and I really oughta give the lot of you a piece of my mind. Of course what actually comes out is a rather pathetic mumble of

“It’s not normally this small” and he feels his face growing hot like he’s blushing bright red from head to toe and that only makes South Korea laugh harder but it makes his twin pause and peer at him over China’s shoulder like a specimen he just found another use for.

“He is rather small Yao gege… Do you think we could?..” He trails off whispering to himself about how disappointed Supreme Leader is going to be but Canada figures if that nutjob is gonna flip over his nation going to the bathroom off schedule he might as well just go for it.

But dammit with all the trouble he’s had with immigration from the lot of them before he’s pretty sure his boss isn’t going to be happy. He can just hear the interrogation if another Asian horde shows up in the next few years because stupid America just had to spill the beans about how those things occur outside of normal political and economic factors- not that that one was his fault but he wasn’t even about to go there with his boss. Well it’s better than whatever North Korea was proposing so he just sighs and shifts and supposes it could be worse and hey maybe he can still use America’s original plan anyway if he plays this well enough. Feigning bashfulness Canada turns his head and looks away shyly- it doesn’t hurt that his face is bright red- as he gives his hips just the slightest inviting tilt.

“If you still want it... it’s only fair you take it,” Canada manages to half mutter wishing stupid one liners would come to him as easily as America.

And he honestly braces himself because he has no idea if North Korea is gonna jump him like a hungry wolf, but no, a quick look at him and his sudden bout of excited hyperventilation makes Canada realize that he’s about to pass out.

“Hmm, what do you think Yong Soo?” China asks as he lets go of Canada’s leg and steps back with his arms crossed appearing thoughtful. Naturally Canada looks to South Korea who’s stepped forward again completely serious with a hand under his chin.

“It’s funny... I thought you said at that one conference that you’d sooner be force fed kochujang straight from the jar than ever have another Asian horde…” How the hell South Korea remembers that Canada would love to know since he said that in confidence to America in the hallway... Oh right... America can keep a secret like Perez Hilton and Canada had mostly been counting on the fact his anonymity to protect him when they inevitably found out- which would explain why England had appeared in so many unflattering manwa but-

“W-well I mean immigration is one thing... I thought this would be a little more...” he swallows praying to god they all use the condoms in the gift basket because he likes to think he’s at least a little more selective than America where immigration is concerned. “Personal.”

Oh and China lets go and rolls him over and he ends up making a rather undignified roll right off the table while the other studies the parchment, calling back the lettering so he can read and maybe Canada should take this time to run like hell and suck up the embarrassment but something tells him he wouldn’t exactly get very far.

“Ohh… so this is for America is it?” He hears China say as he gets to his feet and tries rather unsuccessfully to keep North Korea from poking at his “cute little chubby”.

“I ah... well…” Well what do you really say to that? He’s not America who can make an apology sound like a declaration of war or be all contrite and do that “aww shucks golly gee whiz” like Tom Sawyer.

“You were going to have me cancel Alfred’s debt?” There’s that rising intonation in his voice and Canada wonders if he’s not gonna go all Five Deadly Venoms on him like those movies America loves to make him watch.

“I’m really sorry,” he half chokes out as China finally turns back to him with a creepy little smile that’s far too beatific.

“No no it’s alright. You ah make it up nice nice chop chop la?” And that over exaggerated pidgin English only makes him more nervous if anything because China only tends to do that when he’s particularly angry.

But China walks right in front of him looking him up and down with an expression that’s rather appreciative because after all, China does adore things that are cute. And though China isn’t nearly as tall as America there’s a certain way his figure just looms now that he can tell is making Canada seriously nervous; he really shouldn’t be so aroused by that. "You know,” he continues, “I've always wondered what it would be like having one of you at my mercy. You're not America but I think I like you better." Because an America on his knees like a little whore is a delectable image indeed but Canada is far more quiet and submissive and right now that’s just something he’s craving. And oh to sweeten the pot to get his acquiescence even further... "In fact… why don’t we make a deal.” And Canada’s head shoots back up at that and China knows he has him. “If you cooperate I just might give you what you want after all.” Might being the rather operative word here but he can just see Canada ready to jump on it. Perfect. He reaches out and brushes the back of his hand over that impossibly smooth soft skin and shoots North and South Korea a look watching them both smile back in return. “Do we have a deal then? Whatever I ask of you in exchange for leniency?”

Canada doesn’t even have to think about it and just swallows down his pride and his nerves and nods, stammering out a “Y-yessir.” Because China seems to be really enjoying seeing him small and afraid and if that’s what it’s gonna take he can oblige. There’s that deviant part of him that finds the thought of the three of them ordering him around to be just a little bit arousing and no wonder America calls him a walking headcase. The attention is far from what he’s used to but all three of them are watching him and he sees South Korea open his mouth and get cut off by China with an upraised hand and an uncharacteristically lecherous grin.

“I’m first.” Canada swallows again and looks at all three of them wondering what on earth it is they want him to do because last time he checked there wasn’t exactly a manual written for gang bang etiquette.

China doesn’t give him much room to wonder as he steps forward looking down with a rather mischievous grin and takes his chin in hand. He leans in and speaks softly with amusement, “So you were going to seduce me, yes?” And Canada isn’t quite sure if there’s a right or wrong answer to that question but he just smiles weakly and shrugs his shoulders with a nervous laugh that really would be better executed by America.

“Ah… M-maybe?” comes out more like a question though China hardly seems to mind.

“Hmm… so cute.” China pinches his cheek and gives a little pat that might be a bit harder than his demeanor would suggest as he steps back. “So show me.” And Canada isn’t quite sure how to go about it put on the spot like this but he wipes his sweat dampened palms on his bare legs mentally smacking himself as he hesitantly approaches.

China catches his hesitance.

“Or shall I have Yong Soo do it instead?” Of course he wouldn’t dream of it but Canada looks up sharply to South Korea poised and ready and dear god China is sure if Canada forces his hand he’ll be replacing clothes. “If you’re not able to after all…” He trails off watching Canada shake his head furiously, face smoothing into a calmer mask. There, I knew you had it in you. And not a moment too soon either; South Korea’s eyes dart quickly between China and Canada and he almost seems to hold his breath, the look of disappointment clear. Canada puts his hands on China’s shoulders looking uncertain and adorable so as he kisses him lightly on the mouth.

Canada thinks that his heart might beat out of his chest and in spite of China’s invitation part of him can’t help but feel the attention might not be as welcome as China advertised. Of course Canada hardly expects to be hit with a right hook like that time that Cuba thought he was America- and really it was worth it when the other actually made it up to him- but he doesn’t want to screw up when he still has a shot. So help him if he blows this. You said blow, snickers that weird phantom America voice that really isn’t helping right now. Whether it’s a twin thing or a Canada needs mental help thing he doesn’t know. But he damn sure isn’t going to let it interfere, shoving it aside as he kisses him again, soft, lips barely brushing one small touch after the other.

Canada sighs, tension diffusing at the taste of sweet pastry on China’s mouth and he licks slowly, softly, letting his tongue paint China’s lips with a pink little brush and China thinks he’s like a kitten lapping at a saucer and shivers. It makes him think briefly of Hong Kong before England had taken him and he lets Canada take that small lead, only glancing over to the two twins briefly. They’re staring just like he knew they would be; his two darling boys are far too eager but that’s just how China likes it. North Korea more than his twin looks like he wants to talk, wants to step forward and do a lot more than that but he still himself. Your boss won’t approve but that won’t stop you today. This is my house and it’s been far too long… China tips his head, smiles lazily down at Canada brushing the back of his hand over his cheek admiring the youth and untouched beauty of such vast open space.

“Why don’t the two of you amuse yourselves?” he says offhandedly.

North Korea’s eyes are the size of dinner plates as he considers the implications of that. His face is colorless as he looks quickly from China to South Korea before hurriedly looking down again pushing the glasses back up on his face with an uneasy excitement.

“B-but Yao gege… Supreme Leader will never-“

“What have I told you, Jong Soo?” China asks, gaze still not leaving Canada’s face and Canada seems to be making a valiant attempt not to look nervous. It’s obvious he’s unaccustomed to being looked at much less with such an unwavering assessment. And China, even not looking at the two twins can see the hesitation hiding barely restrained eagerness- South Korea making little attempt to hide the odd newfound enthusiasm at the prospect- of North Korea always the more reserved of the two. A tongue licks lips, glasses are pushed up again with far less steady fingers and there’s no verbal acknowledgement but that’s enough really. “In my world, only the sound of my voice matters.” A little smile and Canada looks about to pass out again and China decides he rather likes that fear.

He likes having western nations powerless before him and the power reminds him of times long past when it was the great Middle Kingdom who was the jewel of the east. The sun might set on the empire but it never set on China and he threads long slender fingers through Canada’s golden hair and tightens until he sees the wince, sees that expression widen and he just sighs and keeps that gentle smile on his face.

“Isn’t that right, hūapíng?” He watches Canada’s head bob and he tightens that grip just enough to still the now smaller nation and he pulls that head back to look up at him and those beautiful forests, those untapped unmolested wild lands reflect in violet eyes and China can almost get lost as he tilts that head left and right and raises an eyebrow at the two twins as if to wonder why they aren’t yet indulging themselves for his pleasure.

North Korea is shy as he turns to his twin and for all his bravado, for all his unashamed groping of China, South Korea’s hands too are still and a look passes between the two of them as the younger starts slowly untying the jeogori. He’s deliberate and humming softly to himself and China can almost imagine the impatient South Korea tapping his foot before he exhales frustrated and starts pulling the garment off himself as his twin’s eyes go wide and he hits at him.

“Mapsosah!... We’ll be here all night,” he yelled at the same time as “what are you doing Supreme Leader will cut my television time if you ruin that!” And China just chuckles inwardly and takes the moment of Canada’s distraction to squeeze his face, watch that slightly ridiculous puckered little mouth open and lick his parted lips forcefully enough to make him freeze.

Canada’s hands balled into fists at his sides clench and unclench, damp with sweat ‘cause here he is so close and all he has to do is play his cards right walking a fine line between victory and possibly losing limbs. Wait did he just call me a flower vase? Oh god who cares, Matthew, just shuttup already. And China- it occurs to him belatedly for all his calculating ways- is pretty damn gorgeous and that tongue that laps at him, somewhere near the Yangtze he can tell soft rough strong all at once and he lets himself relax and drown in the depths that is one of the oldest living nations and he wonders if this is one of those things that draws South Korea. China’s human form is young, handsome, pretty bangin’ as America would say and he feels the other’s hands take his own even as his back arches, China coming even more into his space forcing the difference in their bodies to its most distinct and to his embarrassment Canada feels Prince Edward Island pressing rather insistently to China’s thigh and he really thinks a seduction ought to go more smoothly than this but those hands squeeze his even harder and it’s a crushing grip on the most primitive of levels and Canada squeaks and opens his mouth and Christ is China all over that!

Canada wonders if the condensing of all the matter of his body has somehow extended to include his nerves because he doesn’t recall his mouth being such a ridiculous erogenous zone but he can feel the heat rise to his face as China’s mouth meets his and he’s glad that China is supporting most of his weight as he leans in more, presses more insistently as that wet mouth kisses him over and over, sloppily, far less refined than he might have imagined but he definitely prefers the feel of saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth, the light sheen below his lip and his arms tremble in the slightest bit because he really just wants to pull China down, tangle fingers in the long fine strands of hair coming undone from the ponytail and tickling his face and why on earth does he have to be naked while the other is still fully clothed?!

And Canada can feel his knees shaking and buckling and it occurs to him belatedly that he might in fact be sinking to the floor with China’s mouth still on his and China only lets go of his hands at the last moment before pulling back entirely and Canada winces as his knees hit the wood and he only just barely catches himself on his hands. He thinks he hears China saying something to the other two that may or may not be Chinese because he’s too busy trying to catch his breath and squirm and really how undignified would it be to just play with it a teensy tiny bit if China’s that preoccupied with the two twin nations falling back onto the small sofa with far more grace than he’d displayed. He has to admit even as a small streak of indignation passes through him that seeing South Korea push the hanbock from his twin’s shoulders that the pale skin and slender body is really quite-

“Are you forgetting about me, hūapíng?”
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