For the kiss prompt: 22 with GerFra?
"A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party."
Combining these asks? Yes... you guys already know what's up!
TITLE: A little southern European stress release
Germany was on edge, he had worked for three days on end to make sure this conference went well. He had been the organiser and if every party agreed to sign the agreement it would have gone down in the history books.
There were some minor hiccups but in the end there was a hesitant compromise leading to what can be seen as a successful agreement, albeit less progressive and innovative than expected. Yet, it was still a good result and a part of the German does believe deep down he has deserved a good bath and some long awaited sleep. Somehow, the other part still couldn’t quite bring himself to feel relaxed yet.
He was watching as the nations left the conference room, chatting with each other about what had been discussed but most of them just looking forward to some food and perhaps a couple of drinks to celebrate.
He sees Belgium looking around the room with a calculating look before catching his eyes and giving him a quick grin and a thumbs up. He waves back at her and gives her a tiny smile. She had helped him a lot during the conference, he hoped she had a good evening as well.
Suddenly she notices something and he watches her walk towards a still sleeping Spain with a mischievous look on her face. Germany raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to before his attention was pulled by a bright blonde walking his way.
“France,” Ludwig started with a small smile.
“Allemagne!” the man replied, the grin on his face somehow getting even bigger; “you did an incredible job today mon cher!” Ludwig felt his cheeks heat up and a warm feeling in his chest, glad he could always count on his colleague to say the right thing.
“Thank you for noticing, I feel like I put way too much work into this whole affair for what we have achieved,” he sighed.
“What do you want when you are a perfectionist like yourself,” the Frenchman teased, and Ludwig just rolled his eyes.
“If it’s any comfort, I do not believe anyone would have done it as well as you did, mon cher,” and Ludwig turned towards Francis to see that he was entirely serious, making him feel flustered once again.
“Thank you, France, really! That means a lot,” Ludwig smiled at him and failed to notice the red tint rising on the Frenchman’s cheek in response to the rare sight.
The two of them fell silent. They watched as the last of the countries left the room, no words needed to be said, Ludwig appreciated that a lot.
They watched a tired but happy Spain followed after Belgium like a lost little puppy. Ludwig felt a brief pang in his chest at how happy those two were together, wondering if there was something more going on between the two of them. Unconsciously he turned to the Frenchman, who was watching the scene in amusement as well.
Finally, the German let his curiosity get the better of him.
“So, I doubt the reason you stayed was because you wanted to help me clean up the remaining papers and other material around the conference room,” Ludwig said amused as he stood up to pick up the nametags and conference details around the room.
“Oh, mon cher, you know me so well!” Francis grinned, “although, I guess, I can help you in this heavy and complicated task.”
“Watch out France, don’t overdo it, you might strain your back lifting these papers,” Ludwig felt himself grinning at the laughter he got in response.
“Now, now, there are indeed other activities I’d rather strain my back for,” the Frenchman leered.
Despite having dealt with this kind of behaviour for the past few decades Ludwig still couldn’t quite suppress a blush.
Francis noticed and smirked like a cat that got the cream, “by that I mean by doing actual manual labour, dear! What are you thinking about? Get your mind out of the gutter!”
Ludwig frowned, blush somehow deepening, “I wasn’t thinking of anything!”
Francis walked towards him, which started of alarm bells inside the German’s head.
The Frenchman got real close to him and narrowed his eyes, Ludwig hoped he didn’t look as on edge as he felt.
“You are lying, my dear!” the Frenchman concluded and slapped him on the back before gasping.
“What?” Ludwig, said surprised by the exclamation, hoping to change the topic.
“Allemagne, you are so tense!” France exclaimed, putting both hands on the man’s shoulders now and pressing into his back.
Ludwig grinded his teeth together because of the Frenchman’s actions, not because they didn’t feel good, but because dealing with man’s antics in the past few months had become an increased exercise in self control.
Self-control because all the German wanted to do was slam the Frenchman on the nearest surface and really have his way with him.
Now that would be an efficient stress release and get rid of the tension!
“See, and now they are even worse! Shut of that brain of yours for a few seconds and let Francis take care of you! I’m going to make sure you leave this room de-stressed and relaxed!”
Before Ludwig could utter any protests the Frenchman pushed him towards a chair, practically forced him to sit down and settled behind him getting his skilled hands back on his shoulders.
“France!” Ludwig uttered in exclamation before letting out a groan.
“Now, that’s what we like to hear,” Francis almost purred in his ear.
The Frenchman was hitting all the good spots, forcing Ludwig to hold back so many sounds that would betray how much he was getting to him.
“Does this feel good, Allemagne?” Francis whispered against his ear, and Ludwig failed to suppress a shiver which the man was bound to notice. Ludwig could physically feel the grin the man was supporting on his face.
“Hmmm?” He pressed, as he hit a particularly sore spot, making the German hiss.
“Did you take a massage course or something?” Germany finally managed. He felt the other man laugh in his ear and had to close his eyes.
The Frenchman continued rubbing his shoulder blades and moving across his spine and Ludwig regretted the layer of clothes between his skin and the other man’s hands.
“I actually did if you must know!”
Francis was getting bolder as the hand massaging his neck slipped underneath his collar to finally make contact with skin that hadn’t been touched by another in a long time. Ludwig let out a shaky breath upon feeling the warm hands.
Suddenly the Frenchman spoke up again, “then I had lots of lovers I could practice my skills on,” he bragged.
With that Ludwig’s resolve cracked, he was done playing the little game between them, this time he was going to take action.
“Lots of lovers?” Ludwig hummed, going for the kill, “Should I feel flattered you are extending your services to a colleague or do you have plans to change that title tonight?” Ludwig opened his eyes again, turning around to look back at the Frenchman who was suddenly terribly caught off guard.
“Ah..” Francis managed, pulling back his hands as if burned.
Ludwig wasn’t having it, however, he had been teased far too long, he grabbed France’s arm before it could slip away and in an incredible show of strength pulled Francis down on his lap.
“Ludwig!” The Frenchman gasped in surprise.
“Yes, Francis?” The German replied amused, looking at the flustered Frenchman in his lap.
France opened his mouth, closing it again to swallow, before opening it again but unable to make a sound.
“Speechless?” Ludwig murmured amused, before moving his hand to the other’s chin, “You know, how about I show you what I was thinking about earlier? Those back straining activities? You know I also have an idea about how you can help me relieve some stress.”
Francis looked at him with his eyes wide and full of disbelief, not quite sure this is actually happening.
Germany lowered his head towards the Frenchman giving him enough time to back out if he still wanted to.
Suddenly a look of determination came over France’s face and he pulled the German’s head closer to smash their lips together. Ludwig moaned as he finally tasted what he had been wanting to taste for so long. France tasted slightly of wine, which was interesting as he shouldn’t have been drinking during the conference. He felt the Frenchman grin against his lips and decided to let it go in favour of deepening the kiss some more. Francis let out a pleased hum, and gently pulled at the German’s hair, messing it up.
The Frenchman pulled back, “God, the number of dreams I have had of you ravishing me in this conference room.”
“I hope I’ll be able to compete against my dream self,” Ludwig murmured against his ear before nipping at his neck, making the Frenchman moan so sweetly.
Ludwig decided they needed to move so that he would be able to touch the Frenchman better, in a surprising show of strength he lifted Francis to lay him down on the table. The Frenchman looked up at him with hooded eyes from his sprawled position, before whispering “this is already better than all of them.”
The German grinned moving in between his legs to climb on top of the man, planning to shut him up.
Sadly, they were interrupted by a loud slam of a door opening.
Two people stumbled in, not noticing that the conference room wasn’t actually empty as they were very busy kissing each other,
Ludwig coughed once awkwardly to get their attention but they seemed to be too busy with each other. Suddenly the German realised who he was seeing, it hadn’t been clear due to the mussed up and dishevelled hair the both of them had.
Ludwig, now finally had his answer on whether or not the two brunettes earlier had something going on between the two of them.
Francis pulled himself on his elbows to look, his eyes widened in surprise. Before Ludwig could stop him, well aware of the compromising position they were currently still in, the Frenchman shouted a surprised,
“Emma! Antonio! Oh mon dieu!”
Emma, who had Antonio shoved against a wall, pulled back in surprise to turn towards the source of the noise.
“Francis?” She replied surprised, before noticing Ludwig still leaning over the Frenchman on top of the table and letting out a louder, “Ludwig?!?!?”
The German, unsure of what to do, slowly moved off the table, but not without holding out a hand to help the Frenchman sit up.
Antonio, who had finally regained his breath, cursed the fact they were interrupted, before noticing his best friend with mussed up hair and a confused look on his face.
“Oh, hi Francis!” the Spaniard smiled brightly.
“Antonio!” Francis smiled back, equally brightly.
Ludwig and Emma just turned from them to stare at each other, slightly red tinged, unsure what to say.
“So, this is awkward,” Ludwig started.
“Hey, I mean good for you!” Emma joked. “Is this a new development?”
“Yes. Just now actually.”
“Thank you, I guess. Likewise?”
“Ah, not really, me and Antonio have been going out for a while,” Emma smiled, “we really thought this room would be empty.”
Meanwhile the two other men were hanging over each other and whispering in each other's ear, words of “finally!“ “Good on you!” and “lucky!” reached the two Germanic countries.
Emma moved back to Spain and pulled at his arm, “anyway, I believe we should leave you to it!” She winked at Ludwig.
“We should go on a double date sometimes though!”
Ludwig gulped, not really sure it was that kind of relationship but Francis just smiled brightly at her, “Oh, of course ma chère! Next week Thursday?”
The German felt something loosen in his chest, relieved.
Emma smiled brightly, “it’s a date!” before dragging a besotted Spain outside by the hand.
With the door closed, silence fell once more between the two blondes.
Ludwig did not quite know what to say, the confidence he had felt earlier had vanished.
“So…” France began, “do you want to…”
Ludwig turned to him expectantly.
“Continue what we were doing?” The German supplied hesitantly and became red hearing the Frenchman’s laughter in response.
“I mean, I wouldn’t be against it! But I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner with me?”
“Oh…” Ludwig said embarrassed, “yes, of course!”
“And perhaps, if it goes well, we can continue the attempt to reduce your stress?” The Frenchman grinned.
The German felt himself return the grin, “Indeed, I’m looking forward to it!”
Francis’ eyes crinkled as he stepped closer to the German, “You can’t say things like that, mon cher, we will never leave this room.”
“Really? Well, I was just thinking about how I’m still a little tense, it will not be ideal to go to the restaurant like that, I won’t be able to fully enjoy the ambience” Ludwig said innocently, closing the distance between them, faces mere centimeters apart.
Francis laughed, before smirking, “perhaps we can stay a little longer, hopefully this time without interruption?”
“Indeed,” Ludwig murmured against the other’s lips. He wasn’t really listening anymore, stress and dark thoughts from earlier forgotten as he finally kissed the other man again.
Turns out the Frenchman was right, when they left the room an hour and a half later to get dinner, there was not a single tense muscle in his body.
Only a feeling of excitement and nervousness that only increased when the Frenchman took his hand to pull him along.
As he followed the Frenchman outside, Ludwig hoped he didn’t look as besotted as Spain did with Belgium. Even if he did, when the Frenchman turned back to smile at him, he couldn’t bring himself to mind.
Voila! @maelerie and @koolkat9 hope you are both satisfied! :D sorry for the wait! I’m going to crosspost it on AO3 as well after posting it here. :)
