Not love but not bad
Hungary/Croatia from the kinkmeme
Hungary gets crowned the second worst at cursing at a party. Somehow that ends with sex with Croatia.
"Thank you," Serbia said. "Most unexpected and a little random... But I think it's about time I got acknowledged for my progress in this area. I would like to thank Turkey, Hungary and Germany for invaluable inspiration. And Albania and Bulgaria for rewarding cultural exchange. And my neighbors should really be here with me because they speak my language too.”
Hungary's cheeks flushed. She wanted to hit someone. Anyone except Serbia whose trolling acceptance speech put all attention on him instead of her.
This party had started out fun, until Prussia, Spain and France unveiled their great idea to core the most offensive cursers in Europe. She thought it was funny when Romania got the third prize. When they decided she was the runner up the laugh stuck in her throat. Serbia winning wasn't a surprise and he imminently pushed her and Romania aside to take all the spotlight.
But not before she had seen the frown of disapproval pass over Austria's face and no matter how she tried she couldn't dispel that image.
Hungary gulped down the rest of the beer in her glass before she put it down. Prussia was getting really into an improvised interview with Serbia who didn't mind explaining the worst curses Prussia had heard only was the tip of the iceberg. Switzerland tried to cover his sister's ears.
Hungary slipped out into the corridor. She rested her back against the wall and thought of ways she could kill Prussia for embarrassing her. She didn't have that much of a potty mouth, did she? Sure, sometimes she traded insults with Romania. Sometimes. Her Balkan neighbors used to high-five her when she came up with something particularly creative and maybe she did the same when Serbia or Croatia got really inspired. That didn't mean she was one of the coarsest nations in Europe. That was preposterous.
She heard someone coming. Austria, she hoped. Maybe Prussia who wanted to apologize?
“Sulking?” Croatia asked.
Great. Croatia had a way of showing up when she felt down and he never made her feel better. At least he was less rude than Prussia.
“I needed some air,” Hungary said. “What about you?”
“I got tired listening to Serbia.”
“Jealous you didn't even get a mention?”
Croatia pretended he didn't hear the question. They stood together in silence. When she thought about it, Croatia wasn't bad looking. In a photo she might have found him more attractive than Austria. In real life he had nothing of Austria's grace and sophistication. Grace and sophistication wasn't always what you wanted though, especially not a late night at a party.
Without thinking too clearly their hands accidentally brushed past each other, then another touch that lingered a little longer. They had lived in the same house for a long time, it wasn't the first time it happened but it never turned into something more. Maybe because they had been very young for a lot of it.
“I always wanted you, you know,” Croatia casually said as his hand lightly touched her waist, then stayed here. “Can you guess who my teenage fantasies were all about? You always been such a pička, I wanted to fuck you and kill you at the same time.”
Hungary almost choked. She heard worse but not from him. Croatia was usually careful around her.
“I can't believe you didn't get a prize... What's with you tonight?”
“Don't worry about me, Serbia was willing to share the honor for once. Aren't you proud of your second place?”
Hungary didn't bother to reply.
“Come on, it was pretty funny. Lighten up, do you really want to be like that stuck-up Austria? Everyone else is having fun.”
“Didn't you have a crush on Austria?” Hungary said. It usually worked, he got so annoyed he forgot all about everything else they talked about.
“No point denying it, is it? I know Austria never thinks about me, but what about you? Didn't I ever manage to stir up your hormones?”
“I spend my puberty worrying about when I was going to grow a penis...”
That wasn't a no.
“That's no excuse. I thought you would too, remember? You didn't even tell me when you found out the truth, Bosnia and Herzegovina had to straighten that out while laughing until they almost couldn't breathe..”
Hungary giggled. That had been funny. She should have told him of course but she had forgotten all about even mentioning it to him in the first place by then. Poor Croatia went on with very strange ideas about the opposite gender for several more years.
“And that's just the beginning of it... I can't believe you managed to convince people you are nice when you can be such a bitch.”
“Hey!” Hungary protested. No one talked to her like that. Especially not Croatia.
“You're not the boss of anything these days pizda.”
She smacked him across the face. They stared at each other. For once Croatia didn't back away and mockingly surrendered the way he usually did.
“I heard if you stare into someone's eyes for over twenty seconds it's going to end in either sex or violence,” Croatia said, breaking the uncomfortable silence with even more uncomfortableness.
She knew he had wanted her for years, but she had never expected him to be this blunt about it. What had happened tonight for him to work up this kind of suicidal rudeness and directness? And yet, of some reason, it didn't set off the part of her that wanted violence.
“I guess we have no choice then,” she said, moving closer.
He flinched, expecting her to hit him again. Instead she kissed him. First carefully, to try it out. It felt pretty good and they continued to explore the kiss together. Then they broke apart, finally speechless.
Croatia gestured to the closed bathroom door and she nodded. The bathroom was much smaller than expected but at this point it didn't matter. With a little effort they both fit in and Hungary hurried to lock. She had once walked in on Spain and Romano in a a larger bathroom and she learned more than one thing from it.
"I spent hormone crazed years imagining the ways I would tell you to fuck off one day,” Croatia said.
“Tell me now,” Hungary suggested.
God, this was wrong in every way imaginable but she still wanted to hear it. She had loved Austria for a long time (maybe the feelings a gift from him at Valentines evoked meant she still did) and she always worried what he thought about her and how he saw her.
This was different. No matter what Croatia said about her he still wanted her, it turned her on like nothing else. It wouldn't matter if she acted like a fearless warrior a perfect lady, Croatia would find something to complain about anyway and she didn't care if he did.
She never done anything like this before, though she fantasied about it ever since that time with Spain and Romano. Reality was harder than fantasy but at the same time better. She hadn't imagined her partner would step on her feet in the tight space, that she would accidentally headbutt him and they would both giggle about it. It could have smelled better but when she pressed her face against Croatia's chest and fumbled with his pants it didn't matter. He had a much easier time lifting her dress and she yelped when he accidentally shoved her into the sink. She pushed him against the door, finding a more comfortable position.
Croatia whispered all the filthy things he wanted to do to her and all her relatives, dead and alive, in her ear while grinding against her. Hungary moved with him, panting and biting his neck to stop herself from crying out loud.
“If I'm such a filthy whore of questionable heritage,” Hungary whispered. “What does that make you?”
Croatia let out something between a laugh and a sigh.
Hungary and Croatia shoved each other to get access to the sink and clean up a little. If she hadn't ended up bruised before she would now... Croatia looked at her and adjusted her scarf with a smile. That little gesture surprised her.
“I can't believe you bit me,” he happily said and touched his neck. He looked as dazed as she felt, all messy and banged up but still utterly satisfied.
“I can't believe I have marks on my ass after your hands,” Hungary replied. “You have some anger issues, don't you?”
“It took you this long to notice? You and Austria set terrible examples.”
“Menj a halál faszára."
“Since you're not hitting with anything I don't think you really mean it... We should do this again sometime. You look amazing.”
“Perhaps,” Hungary agreed. She couldn't believe she just had sex with her former minion in a public bathroom. She couldn't believe she already considered doing it again.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy but maybe Croatia had a point, the way she couldn't stop smiling almost made her glow.
When they returned to the party no one had noticed they were gone. A tipsy Serbia and Romania tried to teach Sweden and Norway curse like real men. They had gathered an amused crowd watching the drunk Scandinavians butcher Serbian and Romanian.
Hungary laughed too and offered a few more suggestions. She saw Austria turn his eyes away and blush but maybe that wasn't a bad thing. A lot of time had passed. It was time for him to realize she wasn't that innocent. And she wouldn't wait forever for him to dare to take up where they once left off.
I think I got the Croatian for cunt right, I heard that from several sources, less certain of my Hungarian profanity but hope it's something people might use...
Hungary gets crowned the second worst at cursing at a party. Somehow that ends with sex with Croatia.
"Thank you," Serbia said. "Most unexpected and a little random... But I think it's about time I got acknowledged for my progress in this area. I would like to thank Turkey, Hungary and Germany for invaluable inspiration. And Albania and Bulgaria for rewarding cultural exchange. And my neighbors should really be here with me because they speak my language too.”
Hungary's cheeks flushed. She wanted to hit someone. Anyone except Serbia whose trolling acceptance speech put all attention on him instead of her.
This party had started out fun, until Prussia, Spain and France unveiled their great idea to core the most offensive cursers in Europe. She thought it was funny when Romania got the third prize. When they decided she was the runner up the laugh stuck in her throat. Serbia winning wasn't a surprise and he imminently pushed her and Romania aside to take all the spotlight.
But not before she had seen the frown of disapproval pass over Austria's face and no matter how she tried she couldn't dispel that image.
Hungary gulped down the rest of the beer in her glass before she put it down. Prussia was getting really into an improvised interview with Serbia who didn't mind explaining the worst curses Prussia had heard only was the tip of the iceberg. Switzerland tried to cover his sister's ears.
Hungary slipped out into the corridor. She rested her back against the wall and thought of ways she could kill Prussia for embarrassing her. She didn't have that much of a potty mouth, did she? Sure, sometimes she traded insults with Romania. Sometimes. Her Balkan neighbors used to high-five her when she came up with something particularly creative and maybe she did the same when Serbia or Croatia got really inspired. That didn't mean she was one of the coarsest nations in Europe. That was preposterous.
She heard someone coming. Austria, she hoped. Maybe Prussia who wanted to apologize?
“Sulking?” Croatia asked.
Great. Croatia had a way of showing up when she felt down and he never made her feel better. At least he was less rude than Prussia.
“I needed some air,” Hungary said. “What about you?”
“I got tired listening to Serbia.”
“Jealous you didn't even get a mention?”
Croatia pretended he didn't hear the question. They stood together in silence. When she thought about it, Croatia wasn't bad looking. In a photo she might have found him more attractive than Austria. In real life he had nothing of Austria's grace and sophistication. Grace and sophistication wasn't always what you wanted though, especially not a late night at a party.
Without thinking too clearly their hands accidentally brushed past each other, then another touch that lingered a little longer. They had lived in the same house for a long time, it wasn't the first time it happened but it never turned into something more. Maybe because they had been very young for a lot of it.
“I always wanted you, you know,” Croatia casually said as his hand lightly touched her waist, then stayed here. “Can you guess who my teenage fantasies were all about? You always been such a pička, I wanted to fuck you and kill you at the same time.”
Hungary almost choked. She heard worse but not from him. Croatia was usually careful around her.
“I can't believe you didn't get a prize... What's with you tonight?”
“Don't worry about me, Serbia was willing to share the honor for once. Aren't you proud of your second place?”
Hungary didn't bother to reply.
“Come on, it was pretty funny. Lighten up, do you really want to be like that stuck-up Austria? Everyone else is having fun.”
“Didn't you have a crush on Austria?” Hungary said. It usually worked, he got so annoyed he forgot all about everything else they talked about.
“No point denying it, is it? I know Austria never thinks about me, but what about you? Didn't I ever manage to stir up your hormones?”
“I spend my puberty worrying about when I was going to grow a penis...”
That wasn't a no.
“That's no excuse. I thought you would too, remember? You didn't even tell me when you found out the truth, Bosnia and Herzegovina had to straighten that out while laughing until they almost couldn't breathe..”
Hungary giggled. That had been funny. She should have told him of course but she had forgotten all about even mentioning it to him in the first place by then. Poor Croatia went on with very strange ideas about the opposite gender for several more years.
“And that's just the beginning of it... I can't believe you managed to convince people you are nice when you can be such a bitch.”
“Hey!” Hungary protested. No one talked to her like that. Especially not Croatia.
“You're not the boss of anything these days pizda.”
She smacked him across the face. They stared at each other. For once Croatia didn't back away and mockingly surrendered the way he usually did.
“I heard if you stare into someone's eyes for over twenty seconds it's going to end in either sex or violence,” Croatia said, breaking the uncomfortable silence with even more uncomfortableness.
She knew he had wanted her for years, but she had never expected him to be this blunt about it. What had happened tonight for him to work up this kind of suicidal rudeness and directness? And yet, of some reason, it didn't set off the part of her that wanted violence.
“I guess we have no choice then,” she said, moving closer.
He flinched, expecting her to hit him again. Instead she kissed him. First carefully, to try it out. It felt pretty good and they continued to explore the kiss together. Then they broke apart, finally speechless.
Croatia gestured to the closed bathroom door and she nodded. The bathroom was much smaller than expected but at this point it didn't matter. With a little effort they both fit in and Hungary hurried to lock. She had once walked in on Spain and Romano in a a larger bathroom and she learned more than one thing from it.
"I spent hormone crazed years imagining the ways I would tell you to fuck off one day,” Croatia said.
“Tell me now,” Hungary suggested.
God, this was wrong in every way imaginable but she still wanted to hear it. She had loved Austria for a long time (maybe the feelings a gift from him at Valentines evoked meant she still did) and she always worried what he thought about her and how he saw her.
This was different. No matter what Croatia said about her he still wanted her, it turned her on like nothing else. It wouldn't matter if she acted like a fearless warrior a perfect lady, Croatia would find something to complain about anyway and she didn't care if he did.
She never done anything like this before, though she fantasied about it ever since that time with Spain and Romano. Reality was harder than fantasy but at the same time better. She hadn't imagined her partner would step on her feet in the tight space, that she would accidentally headbutt him and they would both giggle about it. It could have smelled better but when she pressed her face against Croatia's chest and fumbled with his pants it didn't matter. He had a much easier time lifting her dress and she yelped when he accidentally shoved her into the sink. She pushed him against the door, finding a more comfortable position.
Croatia whispered all the filthy things he wanted to do to her and all her relatives, dead and alive, in her ear while grinding against her. Hungary moved with him, panting and biting his neck to stop herself from crying out loud.
“If I'm such a filthy whore of questionable heritage,” Hungary whispered. “What does that make you?”
Croatia let out something between a laugh and a sigh.
Hungary and Croatia shoved each other to get access to the sink and clean up a little. If she hadn't ended up bruised before she would now... Croatia looked at her and adjusted her scarf with a smile. That little gesture surprised her.
“I can't believe you bit me,” he happily said and touched his neck. He looked as dazed as she felt, all messy and banged up but still utterly satisfied.
“I can't believe I have marks on my ass after your hands,” Hungary replied. “You have some anger issues, don't you?”
“It took you this long to notice? You and Austria set terrible examples.”
“Menj a halál faszára."
“Since you're not hitting with anything I don't think you really mean it... We should do this again sometime. You look amazing.”
“Perhaps,” Hungary agreed. She couldn't believe she just had sex with her former minion in a public bathroom. She couldn't believe she already considered doing it again.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy but maybe Croatia had a point, the way she couldn't stop smiling almost made her glow.
When they returned to the party no one had noticed they were gone. A tipsy Serbia and Romania tried to teach Sweden and Norway curse like real men. They had gathered an amused crowd watching the drunk Scandinavians butcher Serbian and Romanian.
Hungary laughed too and offered a few more suggestions. She saw Austria turn his eyes away and blush but maybe that wasn't a bad thing. A lot of time had passed. It was time for him to realize she wasn't that innocent. And she wouldn't wait forever for him to dare to take up where they once left off.
I think I got the Croatian for cunt right, I heard that from several sources, less certain of my Hungarian profanity but hope it's something people might use...