World Conference: Seduction Games

"Britain? Britain," you said into the phone. When there wasn't an answer, you glanced into his office. Empty. You set the receiver into the cradle a bit harder than you normally would. You knew for a fact that he wasn't in a meeting, but you couldn't find the man. Your job was hard enough without running around after people, but you snatched the stack of papers he needed to sign off your desk and set off. It might be necessary to comb the whole building before you could finally file these notes.

Before you reached the elevator, your stomach growled loudly. You never seemed to have time for lunch, but you should probably eat today. Your hunger was probably a big factor in your crankiness. So you turned around and went straight to the break room. You kept salad ingredients in there so you wouldn't have to go all the way up to the kitchen or cafeteria. However, you realized that your lettuce had gone bad. The tomatoes were still okay so you grabbed one. You'd eaten stranger things for lunch than a raw tomato since coming to the World Conference. Snagging a salt shaker on your way, you went to your favorite table.

"Hola, [Name]." Spain was sitting at the neighboring table with Italy Romano and Prussia.

"Hola, hola, hola, ¿comó estan Ustedes," you sang.

Spain looked a little surprised. "¿Hablas español?"

"Sí, un poco."

"¡Muy bien!" Spain beamed at you. "¿Por que aprender?"

"Yo tenía cuatro clases en colegio, pero no recuerdo mucho."

"¿Quieres practicar conmigo?"

It was your turn to smile excitedly. "Si, yo-"

"Hey, if you already know Spanish, why don't you learn German?" Prussia cut you off, smirking but not really looking at you. He was overly confident, but awkward around women.

"I actually want to learn all the languages I can. However, I figured that I'd brush up on my Spanish first because I kind of know it already. Then I'd probably move on to Italian and the other Romance languages because they're similar," you said.

Spain nodded. "Sounds like a good plan. Maybe you could have little Romano here teach you."

"I'm not little. And I'd probably do better teaching [Name] than you did teaching me." Romano scowled and took another bite of his pizza. "What are you doing here anyway, you jerk? Don't you have your own break room in the other wing?" He grumbled when Spain slapped him on the back and said something about missing him too much.

You decided to save him with a question. "So, Romano, Spain tried to teach you Spanish?"

Romano looked a little uncomfortable so Spain answered for him. "I tried to teach him, but he refused to learn mi idioma."

"That can't be true. Come on, Romano," you said with a smirk, "Show me what you know."

The curl on the side of Romano's head scrunched a little bit, so you knew that he was flustered, but he looked at you intensely. "Okay, signora." He got up from his seat and moved to the one next to yours, never breaking eye contact. When he was seated he rested his chin on his hand and leaned close to you. "Dame un beso, por favor," he said, his voice low and seductive.

You blushed, but otherwise didn't let your expression change. You'd heard from Belgium that he liked to flirt but that it was really a bluff. If you just agreed he would become extremely shy and refuse politely. So you didn't answer him, deciding to go ahead and have some fun. You leaned onto your hand, too, making sure to arch your back and bring your chest forward subtly. Then you picked up the tomato you were going to eat for lunch.

"Do you know what variety of tomato this is?" You glanced at him beneath your eyelashes.

"No, I don't recognize it, Tesoro." His eyes focused on your lips as they lightly brushed against the fruit.

"It's a Roma," you said before slowly opening your mouth and taking a delicate bite. Romano stared, obviously making the association.

You almost celebrated internally, thinking you'd won this little game, when Romano reached out and grabbed the hand holding the tomato. He brought the fruit up to his own lips before taking a bite; eyes closed as if in ecstasy. Somehow holding the tomato he was biting with his hand around yours seemed extremely intimate. Heat rose to your face and settled in your ears.

"Delicioso," he murmured when he had finished, still holding your hand and the tomato. He turned his eyes to yours and pinned you with his seductive gaze. He smirked; he had won easily.

You laughed a bit nervously before withdrawing your hand. It was too much to handle, so you looked over to Spain and Prussia. They were staring at you openly. "What's wrong with you guys?"

Prussia closed his open mouth and swallowed, trying to re-wet it. "That was pretty good, Frau."

"Sí, you might have bested him if you hadn't used a tomato."

You scoffed and busied yourself with sprinkling a little salt over the remains of your tomato to hide your embarrassment. Romano went back to his pizza but took a swig of Prussia's contraband beer while he was distracted. Just as you were about to take another bite you realized that Prussia and Spain were still watching you eagerly. Ugh, you'd never think of eating a tomato the same way again. Blushing again, you self-consciously turned your face and finished your tomato.

"Ah, come on, chica. Let us watch," Spain said. "You were the one who started it, after all."

"Yeah, I want to see what else you can do. Even someone as great as Me was pretty surprised." Apparently Prussia's perversion outweighed his awkwardness around women.

You wiped stray salt grains off of the table and into your hand to throw them away. "In your dreams. Now, I've spent enough time messing around in here. I need to find Britain –,"

Spain interrupted, "Magnífico, Britain would be perfect. How about a deal, [Name]?"

"I'm listening."

"We'll tell you where Britain is, but in return you have to play that seduction game with him."

"You mean lead him on?"

Prussia chuckled. "It'll be awesome. He'll get so flustered. Flirt with him until he can't take it anymore. Either he'll give up or he'll start getting into it. If that happens then you'd just cut him off. Come on, Frau, do it."

"You know they won't tell you unless you agree," Romano said.

You could go looking for Britain on your own, but he could be anywhere. It would be much faster to just agree. The seduction game might actually be pretty fun– especially if you could win this time. Besides, you wanted to punish him a little for causing you so much trouble.

"Fine."

From what you knew of Britain, you probably should have looked in the library on the eighth floor first. And then you wouldn't be caught in this situation. You peered through the door at him. He was sitting at one of the desks, books piled around him. They were probably arcane.

"Come on, Señorita."

"Frau, let's see what you've got."

"Well, if you're going to let these jerks boss you around you'd better get it over with."

The guys had insisted on following you to watch, even Romano, which surprised you. You took a step through the door before turning around and ducking out again. "Hang on a minute. Here, hold these," you said while thrusting the pages Britain needed to sign at Spain. You took your hair out of its professional style and tousled it a bit. You didn't have any lip gloss on hand so you licked your lips to make them shiny. You unbuttoned the top button of your blouse, exposing the hollow of your throat and gave your jacket to Prussia. You tugged your pencil skirt up just a fraction before taking back the stack of papers and striding into the library confidently.

Britain looked up at the sound of your heels against the library's hardwood floor. You almost smirked at that classic trick, but you had a role to play so you only scrunched your eyebrows up further.

Britain spoke first as you approached him. "Oh, hello [Name]. Is there something the matter? You look upset."

You came to a stop not too far from his desk. You sighed and allowed your shoulders to roll down; it only allowed your blouse to fall open a fraction more but it was the movement you were going for. Sure enough his eyes flicked down to your throat before trying to make eye contact again.

"I'm not doing too well, Britain." Your lips were getting dry so you licked them again as you looked down and to the side.

"What's the matter, love?" His eyes watched your mouth as your teeth gently gripped your lower lip.

You closed the distance to his desk and sat down on the corner, making sure to prop the leg closest to him up a bit more than the other. "I just have a problem that I have to deal with. It's really troublesome." Britain was visibly flustered after you sat down, and you took this opportunity to lean forward and tilt your head. Your hair swung forward.

He leaned back slightly and swallowed. "Is- is there anything I can do to help?"

"Actually, you're the only one who can help me," you said, keeping your voice soft. You put a hand on his shoulder and brought your face closer to his, letting your lips open slightly.

"Really?" His breathing grew heavy.

You noticed something change in his gaze. Instead of being confused he started to get a stronger, more heated look. It was time to end the game.

"Yeah, so–," You leaned forward and Britain followed your lead. Just as your lips were about to touch you pulled back and held out the stack you were holding. "– could you sign these papers, please? I can't file them until you do." You smiled innocently.

Britain fell forward where your lips would have been but all they hit was paper. He jolted straight, a huge blush on his face. "O-of- of course. Right." He ran a hand through his hair as if he was trying to calm down. "Sorry, I'll sign them."

You waited patiently as he flipped through the notes and signed where it was needed. You were glad that the spectators had stayed quiet afterwards; you felt a little guilty for leading him on like that. It wasn't really playing with his feelings, but you had exploited his instincts.

"Here you go, all finished," Britain said. He gave the stack back to you but didn't look you in the eyes, obviously still embarrassed.

You swooped forward and kissed his cheek for being a good sport. "Thank you, Britain. I'll see you tomorrow morning." You turned around and left the library, putting up your hair again. The three you left at the door were still there gaping at you but you ignored them.

You still had a lot of work to do before the day was over.