Hetalia Shtuff

April Fools, Rowena!

(Yes yes, I know this is really late, but I just HAD to finish this up and post it. This is basically how Rowena's April Fool's Day went. I hope you enjoy..!)

  Rowena's feet carried her swiftly as she navigated through the large mansion. For some reason, Luciano, her boss, wanted her to come to his office. She couldn't get why, but orders were orders, and she NEVER disobeyed. She got whipped the last time she tried saying "No" to him.. Literally. There was still a visible scar on her leg..

  Turning down another hallway, she soon found herself at a beautifully carved, wooden door leading to the main office. You'd figure that, for being the boss of the Italian mafia, Luciano would have gotten a bigger area. But he chose the largest room in the house as his bedroom and not the main office, which kind of made Rowena question him.

  Her hand, shaking slightly for some reason, extended upward to the door frame. She rapped her knuckles lightly against the wood, but made sure it was loud enough for her boss to hear. Rowena heard a faint "Come in," and grabbed the doorknob.

  As she twisted it to the right, she pushed it open and came into the office. And as luck would have it, there Luciano was, sitting at his desk with a smug grin on his face, his chin resting in the palm of his right hand, his elbow propped up onto his chair's armrest. His legs were crossed, and as Rowena shut the door behind her, his grin seemed to have widened. Oh, what the poor girl was in for...

  The Scottish woman held her hands behind her back, standing tall and having good posture. "You called me here, right?" she asked him.

  Luciano gave her a nod. "That's right, Rowena, I did."

  She rose an eyebrow to him. "W-well.. What for? I didn't do anythin', I SWEAR!" She then panicked because she thought he was accusing her of something she did, or didn't, do.

  The sharply dressed Italian rolled his eyes. "Calm down, bellá. You didn't do anything. I just was feeling a bit bored is all, so I just called you down."

  Rowena nearly deadpanned at what she heard. Bored.. Is that seriously why he asked me to get over here? Then she finally noticed his smirk, and gulped. Oh no...

  Luciano went on. "The thing is that I've been feeling a bit uninterested in most things lately. You could say I need some.. Entertainment~.." He said the word with a slight purr in his voice, causing Rowena's cheeks to turn a light tint of pink.

  "So, to get rid of my boredom, I thought you could do something to amuse me~." His eyebrows shot straight up and then back down a few times, and she had too turn her head to the side to conceal her ever-growing blush.

  "L-like what, boss..?" the Scottish woman ventured to ask. Luciano chuckled devilishly.

  "Maybe.. You could dance for me~." And upon hearing that, Rowena couldn't hide any bit of her reddening face. He knew that those kinds of things were her speciality in some cases, and she felt so embarrassed he knew..

  Before even trying to oppose the idea, Luciano backed his chair away from the desk and uncrossed his legs, apparently not joking around. Rowena became utterly speechless at this, and fidgeted a bit.

  "B-boss.. Ye aren't joking around, righ'..?" But she was saying, Please be, in her mind. The Italian shook his head, doing that beckoning motion with his index finger.

  "Come over here and.. Sit in daddy's lap~.." Rowena's heart thumped, and she made an audible gulp. Her feet started moving before she even realised it. Once she got to her boss's chair, she spread her legs a bit before sitting on his hips, her hands lightly gripping his shoulders for some support. Well.. Orders were orders.. Right?

  Luciano smirked at this, but his thoughts were a bit muddled. Holy shit, I didn't think she would ACTUALLY try doing this. I was only joking around, but.. I guess I can toy with her for a bit longer~.. The manipulative little bastard..

  Rowena let out a slightly nervous sigh, and slowly started rocking on Luciano's hips. She tried to hold in her pleasured moans the best she could, and was actually succeeding at it. Her hands that were placed at the Italian's shoulders now were starting to snake around his neck as she worked her magic.

  She glanced at him every so often, just to make sure she wasn't doing anything wrong. He seemed to be fine enough, considering the fact that he was getting a lap dance from someone who actually used to do something like this for a living.

  Luciano trailed a finger up her right leg, along her calf, and up her thigh until he got to the slit in her kilt. Rowena flinched, her cheeks a deep red already. His hand edged upward still, and she couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of his gloves against her skin. The sensation left her nearly breathless as she rolled on his lap.

  Oddly enough, she hadn't slapped him or said anything when he kept his hand rising up into her kilt. She.. Didn't seem to mind OR care at this point, not at all. But she was soon burning red hot in the cheeks when he cupped her cheek. He edged his face a bit closer to hers, and her heart beat faster than a hummingbird flapping its wings until...:

  "You know Kuro has been taking pictures, right..?" That just completely made Rowena go blank, her heart stopping dead in her chest. Her eyes found their way to find the door opened, and with Kuro having a camera in his hands.

  Luciano chuckled a bit. "You really didn't see him? I guess I really AM a sight for sore eyes~." It then hit her like a fucking bullet. This bastard planned this out? Are you FUCKING kidding me?!

  "Kuro, you arsehole, I swear to Hades that I'll fuckin' kill you!" Kuro then proceeded to run like hell, mainly because he didn't want to get his ass kicked. She then looked down at Luciano, her cheeks crimson.

  He grinned a bit. "So.. Do you want to keep going? You are actually pretty damn good at this, bellá~." Upon hearing this, Rowena grabbed his hat from atop his head and smothered it into his face. She stood up again, proceeding to stomp away, her face a blushing mess.