Sufin/Dennor one shots

Party Games (Hongice)

(This is my first Hongice fic ever, wish me luck!)

Names:
Iceland - Emil
Hong Kong - Leon
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Once again Emil was being dragged to one of the older nation's parties. Once again, he had blatantly refused to go, but was forced by his brother and his brother's energetic boyfriend. Once again, he sat alone on the couch, scrolling through his Tumblr account while everyone else goofed off.

That's just how things were.

There were barely any nations that were of the same age as Emil. Even then, he only knew of Eduard, Leon, Leon's brother, and Raivis. Those were the ones closest to his age that he knew of, and was closest with. Except for Leon's brother. That guy was fricken annoying.

Emil sighed, and turned his phone off to take a look around. At the beginning of the party he had searched for friends, but hadn't found anyone. He was ready to take another try though.

The teenager got up from his seat on the couch, and looked around at the people at the party. There were drunk ones, dancing ones, chatting ones, flirting ones. All sorts of people. It was then that he spotted his brother and the loud Dane out on the dance floor. They were both obviously drunk, dancing waaaay too close to one another, and very provocatively at that.

Emil rolled his eyes, and shouted, "Get a room!" Before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Soon he came upon a group of people playing party games. He wanted no part in whatever games they were playing, so he continued to walk away. As he did so, someone pulled him over and sat him on the floor. He struggled, but eventually gave in and sat in the circle. He saw that his attacker had been none other than Elizabeta, and he mentally sighed.

Elizabeta was always trying to get him with his long time crush, Leon. It irritated him that she had to do that, and he often avoided her or Leon on particulary bad days.

Now here she was, forcing him to play inappropriate party games with the others! No doubt she would rig the game...

"Ice, you precious child, your turn to pick a name!" Elizabeta called, passing a bowl of folded up papers to him. He knew it had to be rigged, by the smile on her face.

With a loud and angry sigh, Emil dug into the bowl and pulled out a name. Before he could read it, Elizabeta snatched it from him and unfolded it. She squealed, and got up to dance about. Without any warning, she beckoned Gilbert over, and got him to drag Emil over to the closet.

Emil felt himself being pushed into the closet, then everything went dark. He silently waited in the small space for a sound, or some company.

Presently, someone else was tossed into the closet, landing on top of Emil. The door was quickly shut and locked.

"Sorry." The person apologised, crawling off of the teen.

"It's okay... Leon is that you?" Emil asked, shivering in the cold closet. He curled up in the corner, trying to see in the dark.

Leon nodded, then realised Emil couldn't see him. "Yeah, it's me. Hungary and Prussia carried me over here and threw me in." He explained, messing with his hair a bit.

"Same here..." Emil said with a sigh. He angrily stared into the darkness, curled up in a ball. There were a few moments of slightly awkward silence.

"So, why are we here?" Leon asked, breaking the tense atmosphere with words.

Emil was hesitant to respond, but knew that his friend deserved the truth. "Hungary forced me to play seven minutes in heaven, and I pulled your name from the hat." He said sheepishly.

"Hmm... since we'll no doubt be in here for the rest of the party, want to try something?" Leon asked casually, scooting closer to where he had heard the Icelander's voice.

Emil flushed a dark pink, and responded, "What do you mean?"

"Come here, i'll show you."

The Icelandic nation slowly scooted forward, until he was right in front of his Cantonese friend.

"Now, neither of us have been in a romantic relationship... right? So why don't we just experiment, as friends." Leon suggested, hiding his real motives. Truthfully, he too had fallen head over heels for his friend.

Emil thought about it for a moment, feeling the tiniest bit of hope stir in his chest.

"Okay. I'm game." He said, scooting even closer.

Though the closet was dark, their eyes had begun to adjust to the point where they could see one another. Leon leaned forward, and pulled Emil onto his lap, so the Icelander was straddling him.

"Wha-" Emil started to ask, but was cut off by a rough pair of lips connecting with his own. He reminded himself it was just an experiment to Leon, and kissed back gently.

Eventually, the kiss deepened, and the two ended up on the floor. Emil moaned, as Leon pulled away and started kissing down his neck. The brunette bit and sucked, leaving many very visible hickeys.

Emil tilted his head, giving Leon better access to his neck, moaning at every new touch.

That was when Leon pulled away, and got off of Emil. He was blushing profusely, and wiped a bit of stray saliva from his mouth.

Emil just lay there, feeling stunned, and wanting more. He had to continuously remind himself that it was nothing more than an experiment to his crush. That there wasn't any love there, only curiosity. He bit his lip, and glanced over at Leon.

The other teen was brooding in the corner, curled up in a ball. Emil thought he could see tears glistening on his cheeks.

"What's wrong, Leon?" He asked quietly, scooting a bit closer.

Leon said nothing, and wiped the tears away from his eyes quickly.

"Seriously, tell me what the matter is. Am I really that crappy of a kisser? Is that it?" Emil joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Leon shook his head and sat back up. "Do you want to maybe experiment some more...? Like, would that bother you any?" He asked, jumping for another opportunity to kiss the one he loved, before the other teen found someone else. When he did find someone else, Leon knew he would never be able to truly move on.

Emil nodded his head, eyes wide. All of a sudden he was pinned to the ground, being passionately kissed. It felt so nice –so right. So perfectly imperfect, and beautiful. Emil knew that Leon didn't feel the same spark, but couldn't help but enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Eventually, they broke apart, red faced and panting slightly. Both of them wondered if they should tell the other their true feelings. Yet only Leon spoke up.

"Ice... I'm sorry. I feel like i'm using you with these experiments, and I can't take it anymore." He paused briefly, collecting his thoughts. "I'm in love with you, and i'm sorry if that's shocking or something." He confessed, still hovering over the Icelandic teen.

Emil was startled, and looked up with wide innocent eyes. "I...I feel the same way." He whispered, looking away in an embarassed manner.

"So will you date me then?" Leon asked, winking. "There'll be benefits!" He smirked suggestively, and wiggled his eyebrows.

"O.M.G do you never stop with those kinds of jokes? You're lucky I love you, dorkus." Emil responded, making his signature pissy puffball face.

Leon laughed quietly, and leaned down to capture Emil's lips in another loving kiss. The Icelander smiled, and kissed back, finally feeling happy for once.

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((Ahahaha i'm in spanish class rn writing fanfiction hahaha. I need to stop. Afcsgtdvc highschool is boring, kids! Just get good grades and escApE to college! This has been: Unnecessary advice from Author. bYe))