#I never wanna take these two spoopy bois for granted

[storytaeme]

late nights – day 21

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Groping      ↪ content: public, handjob in the subway, mild exhibitionism, brief name-calling 

➵ Word Count: 2,400 words

➵ NOTE: I missed two days due to traveling, sorry for that! D: I’ll be making up for it (hopefully!)

Jeongguk wouldn’t say he had a penchant towards PDA. He was rather disgusted by it at first, didn’t understand why people would suck faces in public, hands all over each other when everyone could damn well see. It made other people uncomfortable, with the exception of a few who had enjoyed the performance. But this was also when he had been sexually frustrated.

Now that he was with Taehyung, it was another story altogether.

“Guk, come on,” Taehyung smirked, flashing his eyes dangerously at him. Jeongguk gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throttle his boyfriend right then and there.

Rush hour was always the worst commute and, just their luck, they had ended class later than usual and ended up having to pack themselves into an overflowing train. It was terrifying really. But Taehyung was lucky to have his boyfriend—his very strong boyfriend with a very wide set of shoulders. With his back pressed up against Jeogguk’s front, the two struggled to breathe and wondered how much longer it would take for them to finally reach their destination.

“Tae, I swear on my fucking life—” Jeongguk started, propping his chin down on his boyfriend’s shoulder with a subtle dig as a threat.

Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Don’t swear, baby, it’s not good for your health.”

“You’re miserable for my health,” Jeongguk grumbled, eyes blazing with burning anger.

It really wasn’t his fault that he was tossing profanities at Taehyung. His boyfriend has been on the far end of the mischievous spectrum as of late and it certainly still was the case when he felt Taehyung nudge his crotch again with his ass.

This was playing dirty. Taehyung knew that Jeongguk was an absolute sucker for Taehyung’s ass, would worship and eat the fuck out of those plump mounds everyday if he could. But he was in a crowded train this time, was squeezed into Taehyung by the other passengers. This was hardly the time nor place to be physically flirting on something that was borderline exhbitionism.

Taehyung pushed back again, Jeongguk’s dick sliding nicely between his ass crack. “Fuck, Tae.” Jeongguk’s fingers wrapped around Taehyung’s bicep, urging him to stop.

“Scared of a little attention?” Taehyung challenged with that familiar sly grin. “Don’t worry, nobody’s looking.”

While it was true everyone was focused on their own tasks, reading, listening to music, constantly glaring at their watch, it didn’t mean that the two of them were absolutely invisible.

Jeongguk’s hands grasped Taehyung’s hips, stilling his movements. His boner was already scaring the fuck out of him. It was pushing against the teeth of his zipper, begging to be freed. He couldn’t let this go on any longer, otherwise, who knows when his restraint might snap?

Or his zipper.

“Tae, for the love of fuck,” Jeongguk growled, digging his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin.

“Maybe not fuck, too cramped,” Taehyung giggled quietly.

Jeongguk huffed, reaching around to cup the bulge between Taehyung’s legs. The following squeak was definitely a satisfying one. Now the ball was back in his hands. Literally.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Jeongguk bit Taehyung’s earlobe, eliciting another whimper. “God, you feel so hard, baby. You got like this just by rubbing your ass on my dick?”

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, a pitiful look in his eyes that seemed to only leave Jeongguk wanting more. “Can’t help it, l-love your dick.”

Fuck. Jeongguk palmed him harder, rubbing his hand against the hardness. He could feel it getting heavier, weighing down on his palm as Taehyung trembled against the wall. Taehyung could be cute when he was teasing Jeongguk, but he was downright irresistible when pliant in his hands.

“That’s right, baby,” Jeongguk whispered, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on his skin. The two of them jostled along with the train as it made a turn, Jeongguk’s hand involuntarily adding more pressure to the aching Taehyung was suffering from. “Can’t help it, can you? Being so horny and hard all the time. You’re such a desperate little baby.” Jeongguk growled, tugging Taehyung flush against his front. His own hard-on was pressing up against Taehyung’s plush ass, grinding into the softness.

“C-call me that name, Jeonggukie, just call me the name.”

Jeongguk smirked, teeth sinking into Taehyung’s neck. The effect was almost instant. Taehyung gasped, hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his moans as Jeongguk began to lap at the mark with his tongue. The two of them were still inconspicuous enough, hiding in a corner as Jeongguk slowly began to yank on the zipper of Taehyung’s slacks.

When he felt the cold air hit his free cock, Taehyung had to hide another squeak into his fist, biting down on the skin to stop himself from being too obvious. “G-Guk, I take it back—oh god—I don’t think we should be doing this,” Taehyung whispered, but his desire was evident by the shudder that wracked his body when Jeongguk’s hand wrapped around his length.

Taehyung’s dick felt warm and heavy on his hand. He peeked over the boy’s shoulder to glance at the throbbing red length, practically pulsing with desire. “A little too late, don’t you think?” Jeongguk grunted, squeezing around the circumference and then moving his hand along the heat. “You’re a little slut, Tae. You’re such a slut for cock, would take it anywhere if you could.”

“God, yes,” he whined quietly, forehead leaning against the cool surface of the train as he tried to keep his desires in check. It was proving difficult when Jeongguk wasn’t letting up, his merciful side disappearing to be replaced by this insufferable, sexy man who wasn’t going to give Taehyung what he wanted. Not yet.

“Can you do me a favor? Keep it quiet for me. As much as I love your moans, I can’t have anyone else listening to them now,” Jeongguk whispered, his hands slipping underneath Taehyung’s shirt to rub his stomach, feeling his fingers sink into the plush skin. Taehyung nodded quietly, a promise forgotten when all he could think about was his boyfriend’s hand all over his skin.

Jeongguk thumbed Taehyung’s nipple, flicking it lightly at his other hand kept working on his cock. Even in the crowded setting, all Jeongguk could focus on was the subdued sound of Taehyung’s pleasure, seeping past his lips every once in a while. Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Jeongguk’s touch was like bolts of lightning shooting through him at an inhuman speed. It felt so good, so so good. The sensations were amplified by the fact that the two of them were stuffed into a crowded train filled with dozens of people who could easily spot them.

However, his boyfriend didn’t seem to care. His fingers didn’t relent as they curled around Taehyung’s length and stroked it fast and hard, enough to leave Taehyung with the desire to bang his head against concrete to get his shit together. But Jeongguk was good—he was definitely skilled, he knew just how Taehyung liked to be touched. Teasingly, squeezing. Taehyung loved that, loved it even more when Jeongguk’s control broke in order to grant him the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Guk, please,” Taehyung whined, closing his eyes and praying to the heavens that this torture would end. He just wanted to come, he didn’t care about it lasting. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone spotting him jerking off in such a public place with his boyfriend. However, he couldn’t deny how thrilling it all was, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Fuck, want your cock.”

Jeongguk moaned quietly at Taehyung’s request, burying his words into his lover’s neck as he tried to keep himself in check. He was still in public. Anyone could see him. His eyes darted around the train to see if anyone had picked up on the all too obvious cues they were giving out. He pulled down his own zipper, pulling his cock out from his boxers and whimpering in relief at the sensation. It felt so good to be free and all he could think of at that moment was Taehyung’s ass before him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t shake off the feeling that somebody was watching them—or maybe even multiple people. It was exciting, yet at the same time so horribly illegal they would never attempt this again.

The younger held onto his dick, running it along the cute mounds, tracing the circles and cutting straight through the middle. Every bit of Taehyung was hyper-aware of what Jeongguk was doing—his teasing was immaculate, his words spurred the screaming need inside of Taehyung.

“God, wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” Jeongguk moaned in Taehyung’s ear, the deep vibrations wracking through his entire being. “You’ve got an ass so tight, such a good fuck. Bet everyone else here would love to get a taste of you, bend you over the plastic seats and fuck you in turn, opening you up.”

Jeongguk knew his words had something to do with the fact that Taehyung was suddenly weeping in need. He really, really wanted Jeongguk to fuck him but even he knew that it would be impossible to keep his voice down. So he settled with the wondrous feeling of Jeongguk’s hand around his cock, pumping the length at a good speed that kept him comfortable. Taehyung released another desperate cry, wanting more from Jeongguk.

He could still feel everything. The feel of the tip of his cock rubbing up against his ass, brushing over his rim but never quite entering to leave him hungry for more. Jeongguk’s long, delicious fingers cupping his cock and jerking it for him—it felt wonderful, but he knew he needed to get out of there to continue.

However, the night was long and so was the ride.

It felt excruciatingly slow to have fucked into Jeongguk’s hand multiple times only to have been held back from coming, only to have Jeongguk tease him incessantly about how much of a slut he was for begging for it in public. “Look at you,” Jeongguk hissed, nipping on the skin of his neck, “fucking into my hand like this when everyone is around you.” The younger’s hand went to caress his ass, feeling the pert flesh underneath shiver when he touched him.

“Guk, I wanna—I really wanna—” Taehyung’s words died in his throat when Jeongguk thumb pressed down on his slit. He couldn’t breathe. The world seemed to be pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeats, his heart thudding too loud in his ears as blood rushed through his veins.

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushed him, “keep it quiet, baby, you don’t want people to hear you.”

But he did. He really did. “Guk, I just—fuck, I really want to come,” Taehyung whined quietly.

“Can you do it, baby? Can you come with all of these people around you?” Jeongguk whispered huskily in his hear. His hand continued to jerk Taehyung, tugging on his cock and running over the opening that dripped with precome. His cock felt as if it were about to burst from the stimulation,

“I can, I can,” Taehyung leaned his head against the wall in desperation. His teeth caught his bottom lip as his heart beat, thundered in his chest. All he wanted to do was spill his load all over Jeongguk’s hands and get it over with, but the threat of anyone seeing them was still ever present, looming over his shoulder and waiting for him. “C-can you hide me?”

Jeongguk laughed, bitter, “Now, why would I do that? You’re the one who’s been teasing me, no? Why don’t you show the world what you really want, Tae?”

Taehyung was never one to compete with Jeongguk’s strength. It was hard to resist him when he was being manhandled just because it was impossible. His brute force alone was enough to turn Taehyung around, cock in full view as Jeongguk shielded him with his body. Jeongguk didn’t waste any time, however. He worked Taehyung’s cock again, ensuring that he stayed hard as he pumped the length in his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Taehyung. You feel so hot in my hands. Do you like it like this? Like people watching you getting jerked off in the middle of the underground train?” Taehyung let out a small whimper, worried eyes darting all over the place to see if anyone had caught on. Jeongguk had been quiet enough, the rumbling of the train covering up his tracks. But his cock right there out in the open might prove to be a problem.

“G-Guk, please, I don’t—”

“You can come, baby, give these people a good show, yeah? I bet you’d love that. Love being watched like this, don’t you?” Jeongguk grinned, a devilish glint in his eye. Taehyung did. He really did. The risk of getting caught had blood rushing south even faster, had him hurrying to work on the adrenaline that pushed him through. “Tell me, Tae, what do you want?”

“I-I want to come,” Taehyung stammered, hands catching Jeongguk’s shoulders to support him. “Please, Jeonggukie, I want to come.”

“Do you want to come in front of all these people?” Jeongguk pressed again.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes before looking up desperately at him. “Yes, fuck yes, I just want to come, Gukkie. Please.”

“Okay, baby, do it. Come now, come on,” Jeongguk urged.

With the last few jerks and Jeongguk sucking on the skin of his neck, Taehyung let out a small gasp into his boyfriend’s chest before coming all over his hand. His semen spilled into Jeongguk’s hand, viscous and sticky, clinging onto his boyfriend’s digits. He had been so, so hard, and it felt so good to release everything. “F-fuck, Guk, oh my God.”

“That’s my good boy, you’re so good, Tae.” Jeongguk cooed as he continued to work Taehyung’s cock, milking the boy of his orgasm as Taehyung hid his whimpers in the broadness of Jeongguk’s chest. “You did well, baby, so happy to have you.”

“T-thanks, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung breathed, his lungs seeming to stutter in his chest.

The announcer called for a stop in their final destination and Taehyung quietly tucked himself back in and adjusted his pants. His face was beet red—from the orgasm or the embarrassment, he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that he enjoyed that much, much more than he’d like.

Maybe it was something to try again for another day.

[mandelene]

Rereading my old fics and reviewing them so I can make my former self cry: Part 1

It’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping, but I’ve decided to torture myself by reading some of my old fics that I haven’t looked at in years, and when I say old, I mean old. I want to do this for three reasons. Reason 1: To remind myself that even though it feels like I haven’t made any progress in my writing, I have. Reason 2: I like finding new ways to make myself cringe and stay grounded. Keeping it humble over here. Reason 3: To prove that no one becomes a good writer overnight. It takes practice. We’re all mediocre at first, and that’s okay. It’s part of the learning process. 

So without further ado, let’s get into it. I dug up my very first Hetalia fanfic ever: “America and the Tale of the Banished Ice Cream.” I believe I had just turned 15 when I wrote this. 

Strap yourselves in. This is gonna be a messy one. Okay, here goes.

AN: WARNING! Beware of extreme fluff and the melodramatic hysterias of a young teen.

Ugh, I’m so pretentious. I’m sorry, guys

Everyone had their fears. For some it was spiders, public speaking, or death, and for Alfred F. Jones, it was ghosts.

But if there was one thing in the entire universe that was almost as bad as ghosts, it was dentists.

Going to the dentist was as bad as being told that you could never eat jellybeans again. It was simply heartbreaking. A fat old man would stand before you and scold you for indulging in the world's sweet riches of chocolate, lollipops, cookies, and soda. It was enough to make anyone distraught, let alone Alfred Jones; the soon to be hero of the world.

Honestly, I’ll take a spoopy ghost over a dentist any day. Also, I don’t know why I wrote that first part in the past tense, as it suggests that people no longer have fears. “Everyone has their fears. For some, it’s spiders, public speaking, or death. For Alfred F. Jones, it was ghosts.” Makes more sense. 

"Alfred!" Arthur called from the downstairs kitchen. "You have five minutes to come downstairs willfully and with gentlemanly dignity before I come up there and force you to comply."

Alfred grumbled some unfavorable words under his breath that would most certainly not be considered "gentlemanly".

Arthur, great parenting. Everyone knows threats always work when someone’s scared. 10/10

Of course, Alfred was a firm believer in the fact that this was all Arthur's fault. He was sure the man had hired these people to walk around and torture young teens like Alfred's innocent self. No one in their right mind would consider becoming a dentist voluntarily. Only sick people would choose to torture people for a living. No doubt they were all sadistic communists and-

"ALFRED," Arthur bellowed warningly, obviously becoming annoyed at the lack of movement taking place upstairs. "Time to go, young man!"

Alfred sighed in a very put-out way. There was still the small chance that he would be capable of guilt tripping Arthur into bringing him back home, or at least into taking him for some ice cream.

I’ve met a lot of communist dentists in my time, haven’t you? The adverb “warningly” is unnecessary as “bellowed” already gets that point across. Also, “bellowed” is kind of a cringey dialogue tag to use here, but okay. I can live with it. 

Ah, ice cream. It was yet another wonderful indulgence that Alfred had been denied of lately after his last appointment to the dentist. Oh, pistachio, chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream, rocky road, and even just plain vanilla. He missed them all so much. They had been very close friends indeed.

Needless to say, his last appointment hadn't gone too well, which was why he was making a return visit to the office today in order to get a cavity filled. Arthur had blown a fuse at the announcement of Alfred's lack of oral hygiene and tossed out all the foods in the house that could be remotely considered junk food. No more chocolate covered biscuits, barbeque chips, gummy bears, cotton candy, popcorn, and not even those "Jaffa Cakes" that Arthur had been rather fond of at one point. They were pretty gross, but still. The thought that he couldn't even have those was jarring news.

The pretentious tone here is killing me, but I like how I added a little background to Alfred’s last encounter with the dentist. That’s a sign I was thinking about putting things into context, which is great. Also, what are you talking about, 15-year-old Mandelene? Jaffa Cakes are god damned delicious. 

He had protested, begged, and gotten down on his knees one day to plead his defense, but Arthur was having none of it, not until Alfred would learn to take better care of his teeth.

So, Alfred had set out on a mission after that. He made sure to floss after almost every meal, and brushed his teeth each morning and night, hoping against all odds that he would be granted the privilege of merely seeing his ice cream again along with its glorious icy bursts of flavors.

And thus, today became known as Alfred's Judgment Day. After getting this one, bastardly cavity filled, he might finally be set free into the beautiful world of candy once more.

However, he most definitely didn't enjoy the idea of some stranger prodding and poking at his teeth today, but he would do it for the sake of his ice cream. His blessed ice cream deserved it. He was more than determined to grit his teeth and pull through this horrible day with a proud sense of triumph. After all, he was the hero, and no damn dentist would strip that title away from him.

The diction in this whole section is over the top and tries too hard to have flair. There are also some problems with tense here, which is very common in writers who are just starting out. 

"Alfred," Arthur growled, now standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. "Downstairs. Now. I've had enough of this ridiculousness."

Alfred tried not to whine, he really did, but Arthur had no idea how painful this entire experience had been as of late. He simply couldn't help releasing a small whimper of discontent upon his older brother's ears.

"I won't be falling for your sorry little pouts today, Alfred," Arthur stated resolutely. He gave his little colony a nudge to keep him moving down the stairs and out the front door.

I say “colony” in that last sentence, but this is supposed to be a human AU, so I’ve just mixed up my worlds. 

Alfred dragged his feet to the car with no evidence of a smile plastered across his usually carefree and joyful demeanor. He grumpily plopped himself into the backseat, determined to remain discontent with Arthur's presence. He refused to sit up front next to the "git". What a jerk, and his ice cream had to be the one to suffer his wrath.

Arthur sighed exasperatedly as he drove down the road. "You know, I only want the best for you. I know your still upset that you can't have any candy, but your health is more important to me than that gunk you used to consume on a daily basis."

"It's not gunk! It's the savior of horrible tasting English food," Alfred countered, furious.

"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ENGLISH FOOD!" Arthur shouted, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. His cooking skills (or lack of) were an extremely sensitive topic.

Okay, there are lots of problems here. First, the diction is over the top and unnecessarily flowery. “Demeanor” doesn’t really make sense at the end of the first sentence and should be replaced with “face.” My use of “git” here is just a blatant attempt to insert some stereotypical British slang to sound cool. “I know your still upset” should be “I know you’re still upset.” Also, “It’s the savior of horrible tasting English food” is a poorly written sentence, and a boy of Alfred’s age in this story would never say something like that, realistically speaking. The capital letters as Arthur gets frustrated are unnecessary. And Arthur, calm the hell down. You’re in the car with a child. Stomach the insult and be a responsible driver. It’s not that big of a deal. 

"You wouldn't even let me have a scone, and you know how bad they are. You shoulda been happy that I even offered to try one!"

Arthur refused to respond to that comment. He swore under his breath and continued to drive, refusing to give in to the youngster's attempt at pity play.

"We're here," Arthur announced, pulling the car to a stop after a grueling amount of silence.

Alfred moodily stepped out of the vehicle and slammed the door closed, lagging behind his brother as they neared the dentist's office.

"Sit," Arthur ordered when they had entered the office. He walked up to the receptionist's desk to sign in while Alfred found a seat in the back, slumping down over his knees. This was so not cool. He didn't deserve this kind of endless punishment.

Arthur couldn't help, but feel a little sorry for the young colony as he approached his slouched form. The boy had been keeping up a grudge toward him ever since he had tossed out those horrendous snacks, and England missed the bright smile usually present on Alfred's face.

I’m mixing up my worlds again. 

"Don't fret, lad," he soothed as he sat down next to the distressed teen. Alfred's leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation, frightened at the type of torture the dentist would come up with this time.

"I don't wanna do this, Iggy," Alfred admitted sadly, a horribly adorable pout working its way onto the boy's face. His blue eyes retained the same puppy dog look ever since he had been told he was no longer allowed to eat his ice cream. The jellybeans and gummy bears were just the frosting on the cake. His ice cream had been the breaking point.

Arthur sighed once again and patted Alfred's shoulder, "I know, lad. It'll be alright though. Would you like me to come in with you?"

Alfred gave a pathetic nod.

Arthur couldn't help but smile, and ruffled the teen's hair affectionately. "Very well, then."

I can sympathize, Alfred. Dentists suck. Also, awww. This is where my descent into shameless fluff began, haha. 

The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, and Alfred watched as various children entered the office and began playing with toy trucks.

"I'm the policeman!" the youngest boy of the group exclaimed, smashing his patrol car into the leg of an adjacent chair.

"Fine, I get to be the firefighter!" another boy called out, but just as he was about to pick up the truck, the first boy accidentally smashed his car into the other's finger. The effect was instantaneous, and the boy playing the firefighter burst into tears.

"I'm sorry!" the other cried out in apology.

Then, Alfred stood from his chair and put his hand on the crying boy's back. "Hey, firefighters don't cry. You're the hero! You have to get back up and keep fightin' the bad things that get in the way. You can't let anyone stop you!" Alfred encouraged, flashing the boy a cordial smile.

Arthur smirked at Alfred's need to implant his ideal values of courage and heroism at every possible opportunity.

A little preachy and unnecessary, but okay. 

The boy stopped crying as hastily as he had started, and turned back to his game, renewed with a sense of strength and invincibility.

"Alfred Jones?" a nurse called.

Alfred groaned, but Arthur stood up beside him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"What happened to being the hero? I thought heroes didn't get scared," Arthur teased.

"Pft, who said I was scared?" Alfred said with feigned confidence. "Heroes aren't supposed to get cavities either," he mumbled as an after thought.

Arthur chuckled and guided Alfred down the hallway and into the empty room as directed by the nurse. There, Alfred took a seat in the rather comfortable looking torture chair, and watched helplessly as the nurse tied the paper bib around his neck. When she was finished, she smiled and said, "The doctor will be back in a moment," before walking out.

Afterthought is one word. Also, those torture chairs definitely aren’t comfortable. 15-year-old Mandelene hasn’t had her wisdom teeth yanked out yet, so her view of dentists is still idealistic. She’ll learn, don’t worry. 

As she shut the wooden door behind her, Alfred got the sudden urge to jump up and run out.

"Not so fast," Arthur admonished, sensing Alfred's urgency to escape the scene. He stood in front of the door and tried to look as menacing as possible.

"Be a good patient, Alfred. Sit back and relax. Everything will be just fine."

"Iggy, can we come back another day? I'm really not feelin' so good right now," Alfred feigned a pained look.

"You look perfectly healthy to me," Arthur said firmly, but palmed Alfred's forehead anyway just to be on the safe side. "No fever. Now, sit down."

I’m gonna be nitpicky here, but I have a huge pet peeve about “Iggy” being a nickname for England. But first, let me address that I’ve mixed up my worlds yet again because England shouldn’t be England here, he should be Arthur, and when he’s Arthur, he can’t be Iggy. Second, “Iggy” only makes sense in the context of England’s Japanese name, so in a fic that’s been written in English, it seems very out of place. 

Alfred grumbled unhappily again, hesitantly sitting back down on the edge of the chair. Arthur walked over and pushed gently on his chest to get him to lie down properly and took a peek at the instruments laid out on the adjacent tray resting on the table.

Arthur picked up the small drill and pointed it at Alfred. "Be a good boy, Alfred, or I just might have to drill all your teeth. MWAH HA HA HA!"

Alfred glared at his brother seriously. "That's not funny, Iggy."

"Stop calling me that."

Alfred ignored him, but couldn't stop his leg from bouncing even harder than before.

I actually like this little part here. It’s what distinguishes Arthur as being Alfred’s elder brother rather than his father, which is apparently what I was going for. The brotherly teasing develops their relationship. 

Arthur frowned and walked around the chair, observing the various stickers and cartoons plastered on the walls in order to calm the children who came in here. After all, it was a pediatrician's office. He doubted Alfred could be comforted by the smiling dragon opposite him.

"Stop shaking, lad. I told you it would be alright. I was just joking before," Arthur tried to soothe, but he had never been an expert on this whole parenting ordeal. He stood behind the chair and rubbed the boy's head, then tickled his neck.

"Iggy, stop! Y'know I'm ticklish," Alfred fumed, but let out an involuntary giggle.

Abruptly, the dentist entered the room and shut the door behind him. Alfred just about jumped out of his boots, startled by the sudden intrusion. He shook Arthur's hand off of his head and gripped onto the armrests surrounding him for dear life.

I should have said pediatric dentistry office. Pediatrician suggests it’s a primary care doctor. 15-year-old Mandelene hasn’t gotten around to practicing her medical AU skills yet. Forgive her. Also, A+ to Arthur for trying. 

"Ah, Alfred. How are you feeling today?" the dentist greeted.

"I'd feel better if I could have my ice cream," Alfred pouted, and Arthur shot him a look that plainly said "behave".

The dentist laughed, "You don't say? Well, then, let's see what's going with those sparkly whites of yours, hmm?"

He took a seat on the rolling stool next to Alfred and lowered the torture chair.

"Now, open wide," the dentist said gently.

Alfred thought he might literally be sick this time.

"Nnhmhm" he protested, shutting his mouth tightly.

"Alfred," Arthur scolded, "Don't cause the doctor any trouble."

The teen sighed a very long sigh, and parted his lips just a fraction.

"I know you can do better than that," Arthur urged.

Idk, Alfred. You should get out of there. This dentist seems like a creep. 

"But Iggy-" he whined.

"No buts."

Alfred would do this. He would do it for his ice cream. Anything for ice cream. So, he accepted his fate and wore it proudly. He shrunk back and let out a small yelp when the sick tooth had first been picked at, but managed to squeeze his eyes shut and distract himself as the dentist performed the necessary evil.

He would never admit it, but he felt much better when Arthur grasped his hand midway through the procedure, giving him some encouragement to keep fighting for that ice cream.

Oh ho ho, he could almost taste it.

Cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, and butter pecan. Just a few more minutes of prodding. He could do this. He would do this.

No novocaine? Oh, god, Alfred. This dude doesn’t know how to put in a filling. How are you not screaming? 

It felt like centuries, but at last the beloved words registered and resounded in his ears.

"All done!"

Alfred hopped out of his seat, released Iggy's hand and fought to remove the paper bib from his neck. In the end, Arthur had to help him eradicate the atrocious thing, but as soon as he was free, he stormed out the door and nearly skipped into the waiting room.

The receptionist smiled and asked, "Would you like a lollipop?"

Alfred turned around and was relieved to see that Arthur had stayed behind to talk with the dentist.

"Hell yeah!" Alfred practically cheered, tearing the cherry lollipop's wrapper away and sticking the candy into his mouth before Arthur would come barreling down the hall to take it from him.

What could Arthur possibly be talking about with the dentist anyway? Hopefully, it’s about the fact that Alfred got a filling without an anesthetic and now he’s gonna sue for malpractice. 

He sighed contentedly as the sugary flavor dissolved from the heavenly stick of salvation.

"Alfred? You've just had your teeth fixed and cleaned, and you're already sucking on that monstrosity?" Arthur shook his head in disappointment.

Still, the elder was happy to see that his brother was smiling gleefully again, his tongue now red from the artificial coloring of the lollipop.

"Maybe we could go out for ice cream. Just this once," Arthur surrendered, regretting the statement as soon as he had uttered it.

"YES!" Alfred whooped in excitement. "Let's go, bro!"

The taste of victory in all its splendor was apparent when Alfred took his first bite of double chocolate fudge ice cream with oreo cookie crumb toppings. It had been almost too good to be true.

Arthur watched in disgust. "I wouldn't be too happy if I were you. You have another check up scheduled in six months, and if I see that you've obtained more cavities in that span of time, I won't be pleased."

Man, I made Arthur into such a party pooper in this story. He’s so extra. Also, the diction is still killing me. 

Alfred groaned inwardly.

He wouldn't be able to survive the agony again. So he would enjoy this cone of ice cream while it lasted.

"Don't worry," Alfred assured his ice cream, "I won't let the mean jerk take you away from me again."

And thus, Alfred and his ice cream lived happily ever after.

For now.

“Happily ever after,” did I seriously use that cliche? *vomits* 

All in all, that was only half as cringey as I thought it would be. The word choice was sloppy, there were some grammatical errors, and I kept messing up my setting, but for a first attempt at a Hetalia fic, it could have been worse. I’ll give it a 5.5/10, 15-year-old Mandelene. You tried. 

I’ll be looking at some of my other fics soon (once my nausea from this one dissipates). I think I’ve tortured myself enough for tonight.