Late-Night Rapture

Dorks and Fish Monster {{2p!Hetalia Long-shot}}

If you have not read the description, there will be cussing/swear words/bad words/profanity or whatever you would like to call it. There is also lemon! Foreplay is involved. This is also a one-shot/long-shot. I'm not going to add anything else.

You Have Been Warned.

【≽ܫ≼】ᖫ 𝔸𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 ᖭ【≽ܫ≼】

Allen sat down on his couch and slumped back. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He glanced over to his bat discarded in the corner of the room with heavy eyelids, and stared at it for a minute before lazily swinging the rest of his body up onto the ragged couch while grunting. "Hah..." He sighed once more in exhaustion. He fluttered his eyes, as if he was trying to stay awake, but eventually gave up and fell into slumber. Not more than 2 minutes later, abruptly, he was brought back by the ringing from his phone. His eyes jolted open, and he buried his face into the couch's arm as he grumbled the word "F-ck" into it. After letting it ring for awhile, he finally sat up and answered it. "What?" He started in a sharp tone. "I'm f-cking tired, so don--" He trailed off when he heard the sounds of heavy panting. "A-Allen? Oh god, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna f-cking die!" A trembling, male voice cried.

Allen jumped to his feet as soon as he recognized the caller. "(M/n)? (M/n)? Where are you?" He asked almost calmly. "Where in f-cks name are you?!" Now he sounded a little more concerned. Well, maybe a lot concerned. "At my house," (M/n) breathed. "In the living room-- Sh-t! It's coming for me!" Then the call ended. Allen cursed more than necessary as he hurriedly struggled back into his jeans, hopping around in his apartment. After he got them on, he put his shoes on while he fumbled with his zipper, picked up his bomber jacket and nail-ridden bat then made haste out his apartment, into the streets and towards (M/n)'s house. Whoever or whatever was after his "boyfriend", he was gonna make sure that they were going to answer to him.

'You better not be dead, (M/n)!'

【≽ܫ≼】ᖫ 𝔸𝕥 (𝕄/𝕟)'𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 ᖭ【≽ܫ≼】

He tried the doorknob first, he twisted and turned it forcefully several times. Unfortunately, it was locked. He gritted his teeth, then took several steps back before running into the door, using his arm as a means to breach it. A number of attempts later, the door opened and Allen stumbled in. As he slowly straightened up, he noticed the mess before him. There was a broken pot and its fallen plant, with its soil scattered thinly across the floor beneath the American's feet. A nightstand and its lamp had also fallen over. A white sheet of blanket was rolled out across the ground. Allen assumed that there was, indeed, a struggle. He trudged around, obviously unafraid of whatever lied in the darkness. He clutched the bat in his hands tightly, getting ready to swing if needed to.

'(M/n), where are you?' He's pulled away from his thoughts when the living room suddenly lit up. He warily moved towards it and peeked inside. "What the h-ll are you doing?" Allen asked, dumbfounded by his boyfriend just there, sitting on the floor, scratching his head in exasperation. "Trying to connect my laptop to the TV, what does it look like?" (M/n) retorted, not sparing Allen a single glance being too focused and frustrated. "D-mn thing won't work!" He groused. Allen lowered his bat and rubbed his temples in frustration. "Wait, hold on a minute... I thought you were in danger," he said. "So, why did you call me in the middle of the night?"

(M/n) sighed, and turned his attention to him. "I wanted to watch a horror movie together." The hardest face palm did Allen do in his mind, but clearly his face was filled with indignation. His eyebrow twitched, and his mouth slowly curled into an irritated frown. "You asked me to come down here just to watch a f-cking movie?" (M/n) nodded his head, and rubbed the back of his neck, just realizing how stupid it sounded. "Hey, I was being half truthful. I was gonna die of boredom if you didn't show up." He mumbled. Though, it would seem that Allen was about to burst into a fit of rage, instead, he sighed in defeat. "Fine, move out of the way; I'll take care of that." He snatched the HDMI cord away from him, knelt onto the ground and replaced (M/n) in his spot. (M/n)'s frustrated frown was replaced by a confused look, but then, almost immediately, was turned into a victorious smile. "Great! I'll go grab the popcorn and some drinks." He walked over the American's feet, and strode his way out of the living room. Allen sneaked a glance towards him, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at his childishness.