Hetalia one-shots

The Firetruck Game (FrUk)

Francis Bonnefoy slid into the free seat next to his friend (*wink wink nudge nudge*), Arthur Kirkland. The meeting was slowly filling up, but Ludwig had yet to arrive (probably because he and Feliciano were doing the intercourse).

"Bonjour, Arthur~" Francis purred.

"No."

"... I didn't even say anything--"

"No."

Francis pouted. "Ah, but you are no fun, Arthur. Too much sexual tension here, hm~?"

"FROG, HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO BLOODY SAY NO?!"

Francis paused. "Hey, Ludwig won't be here for awhile. Do you want to play a game?"

Arthur paused and looked at him suspiciously. "Actually..."

"Oui?"

"Just kidding. No, I don't."

Francis paused. "But we're both bored!"

"Fine." Arthur gave a long suffering sigh. "What sort of game do you want to bloody play...?"

"The firetruck game!" Francis smirked. "My hand is the firetruck."

"I don't like where this is going."

"...and it crawls up your leg, and when you want it to stop, you say red light!"

"RED LIGHT. RIGHT NOW."

"...Arrhur, silly boy. We haven't even started yet."

"That's the point!"

Francis' smirk widened. "And firetrucks don't stop for red lights~ Ohonhonhon~"

"Fuck you." Arthur grumbled.