The world meeting was boring. Very boring. The usual people were arguing and making a long meeting take even longer. Some of the members sat with their head in their hands, watching the heated discussion with blank faces. Others were busy doodling in their notepads holding a cup of coffee or water. A few were even asleep, heads rested on the table or on arms as makeshift pillows. It was just... so boring...
As the arguments continued, nations took turns to leave the room for a break. Some returned with hot food, others with snacks. A few even managed to sneak some alcohol into the room, discretely keeping hip flasks under the table. Some of the nations wasting time by having multiple cigarette breaks. Others disappeared altogether, coming back with bags of shopping or laptops so they could work while the arguments continued. The discussions seemed to go in a loop; when one topic had finished, another started between a new group, which dragged others in, which meant no one wanted to interrupt for fear of being pulled into the argument.
It was... so tedious... and so... BORING!
Inside a locked cubicle in a nearby bathroom, two nations were not bored. They had slipped away from the meeting without being noticed. One was pushed against the cubicle wall, trousers and pants down, panting hard as he tried to keep himself upright. He faced away from his older companion, resting his head against the cubicle wall as hands held his hips in place. This was a much better way to spend a Wednesday afternoon.
"What... ah... has c-come over you... t-today?"
"Nothing, you just looked like you needed a hard fucking."
"Ah... w-what about...nngh... Denmark?"
"Don't talk about him. The others are distracting him."
"Nngh... won't h-he... ah... w-worry?"
"No, why would he? Now be quiet and let me fuck you."
"B-but... ah... oh god yes..."
"Not too loud, you don't want others to hear us do you?"
"Nngh... harder...please..."
"As you wish..."
"Oh god... ah... nngh..."
"Turn this way, I want to kiss you."
The older nation pulled away and sat on the lidded toilet, tugging the younger nation downwards. A hand lifted the younger nation's leg high and flipped him in an effortless movement so that he now faced his companion. He settled on his companion's lap, legs wrapped around his waist and hands clutching at shoulders for support. Lips met in a passionate kiss, only to part as sensations swelled. Hands trailed down to rest on hips once more, dictating the pace.
"Ah... fuck that's... nngh..."
"You're eager today."
"Fuckfuckfuck... please... ah..."
"Please?"
"Please...nngh... let me c-cum..."
"Seeing as you asked so nicely..."
A hand dipped between the two bodies, wrapping around the neglected member that pressed against their stomachs. A few strokes, a loud curse and one of the nations shook as pleasure coursed through his body, semen dripping onto his clothes. The other nation soon followed, gasping and clutching his companion tightly as he released deep inside. Both gasped and panted for air as they came down from their joint high. A familiar, satisfied haze settled over them. Neither moved, savouring the moment...
A cough sounded from outside the cubicle. One of the nations turned bright red and buried his face in the crook of his companion's neck; the other merely turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
"Yes?"
"When you two are done, the meeting is over."
"Thanks Sve, we'll be out soon."
Footsteps echoed on the tiled floor as Sweden left. Norway lifted Iceland's head from his shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Don't worry, Sve won't say anything."
"That's not the point!" Iceland protested. Norway kissed him again, this time on the lips, muffling his complaints. When he pulled away, Iceland was still blushing but subdued. Norway leaned forwards so their foreheads were touching.
"What happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors..."