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Cross-posted from Hentai Contest

Title: Avian Love
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Gilbird/Pierre, the Tomato
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Only the Tomato knew the depths of their passion…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title…
For lynne_monstr, whose comment inspired this fic…

Only the Tomato knew the depths of their passion. Their nation companions, France, Prussia, and Spain, never had a clue. They just went about their days, hanging out, getting drunk, enjoying good food, and great sex, and all the while the two little lovers were carrying on a torrid affair right under their collective noses.

They would meet in the big tree in Germany’s front yard, tweeting their passion at each other, while gently beating wings fluttered against angel-soft breasts. Sitting in the high branches, they preened each other’s feathers, softly cooing while their lover brought blissful relief to that hard to reach spot. Foreplay finished, their dance of love would begin; Gilbird hopping coyly away up the branch, with Pierre in hot pursuit. He would catch his little friend and lover, peeping softly at him, wings spread wide and eyes half shut, as he expressed his love.

Gilbird closed his eyes and trilled. Crouching low, he spread his wings and fluttered them. Pierre mounted him, his wings held high while he treaded lightly on Gilbird’s back. In a flurry of motion, they rubbed their cloacae together, the pleasurable sensations running up their spines, clouding their little bird brains with lust. In the blink of an eye, it was over and they separated, cuddling as they basked in their sexual high.

Pierre let out a soft birdie sigh, he knew if had fingers like France; he would be smoking a little cigarette, just like his beloved nation companion did after sex. He wondered if Gilbird felt the same way, but he could never bring himself to ask his beloved. Instead, he simply fluffed up his feathers and shook them out like Gilbird always did, and groaned in a bird-like way as he shook his tail feathers.

It was on a hot, lazy, Spanish afternoon in the middle of summer, when the sun was high and everything had shut down for a long siesta, that the Tomato caught them in the act. They thought he was sleeping, but the Tomato knew better than that. He did not get to be where he was today, by letting his guard down. No, that was the surest way to end up in Romano’s stomach. So he always slept with one eye open, dozing lightly, for tomatoes never really needed sleep the way others did.

It was the faint sound of rustling of feathers that caught the Tomato’s attention. He glided across the windowsill, until he came to the crack in the shutters and peered out at the olive tree in the garden around Spain’s house. There, in the branches, were his two friends and they were doing some very friendly things to each other. He watched as Gilbird hopped onto Pierre’s back and in a flutter of feathers, rubbed his bottom against the little white bird’s only to fly off a few minutes later. Since both birds were wearing that “look,” the Tomato knew exactly what they had been doing. While he had been surprised to find out they were lovers, and a tiny bit jealous too, he was glad they had each other.

So the Tomato became their confidant, setting up their dalliances with all the finesse of a one-eyed chaperone. It was discovered, after much trial and error, that the best place for their secret rendezvous was the big tree in Germany’s front yard. As it was Gilbird’s favorite haunt, the German brothers would not think twice if he flew out of the window to perch there and since Pierre was not as close to France, he came and went as he pleased without arousing suspicions.

Gilbird waited patiently for his lover. Just when he had given up hope of seeing Pierre, he landed next to him. They quickly made sweet birdie love, rubbing their cloacae in flurry of passionate tweets. Finished, Pierre flew off, leaving his beloved behind, instead of cuddling with him. Disappointed, Gilbird missed his lover, but he knew they would soon be together again…


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 30th, 2013 02:44 pm (UTC)
"Pierre let out a soft birdie sigh, he knew if had fingers like France; he would be smoking a little cigarette" Lol, that made me laugh!! Pierre and Gilbird are too cute :)
Jul. 30th, 2013 03:17 pm (UTC)
YAY!! Glad I could make you laugh! :D

*blushes* Thanks! They are, aren't they! ;p
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