Allies and Axis hearing s/o singing a beautiful soft song:
America/Alfred F. Jones-
“Hm…?” Alfred hummed while investigating the noise he heard upon entering the home. He knew there would only be one person home at this time. After a moment of thought and a glance of his watch he assumed you’d be showering. But it wasn’t running water he heard, though it was having the same soothing effect. He thought at first it was the radio but he wasnt hearing static. And then it hit him. It was your voice he was listening to.
“Damn.” He chuckled, alarming you to his presence, and inturupting your song.
“Eh?!” He spun around once he heard a voice from outside the room. He’d been sleeping, quite peacefully, before you woke him. But he quieted down when he realised what it was he was hearing. It was you, singing while going about chores. He could almost see it now. Your head phones sitting tightly in your ears and cutting you off from the rest of the world. He laid his head back down and listened carefully, eventually lulling him back to sleep.
You didn’t even realise you were doing it. It started with humming as you dusted the shelves. It only turned into singing when Arthur left the room. You made it through the verse and a chorus before he silently returned. The blond leaned on the door frame and watched on as the volume of your words grew. A smirk played on his lips, loving the private concert you were giving him.
He’d requested many times that you sing to him, but you always refused. But now, the circumstances were a little skewed. Francis had been in bed sick for several days. And right now he was shaking with a fever an even had a cold rag on his head. How could you possibly say ‘No’? As you squeaked the words out he smiled with content, giving you some confidence. By the end of your ballad he was sleeping peacefully, the same smirk still on his lips.
He could barely contain himself as he stumbled across the sight. You were hanging sheets on an outside line, singing to yourself and the clothes. Ivan quietly sat down in the grass to listen. He rested his head on his hands and gazed. There were so many things he adored about this moment. The candid movements, especially the scattered words in the form of song. He found your voice sweet and calming, he wished you never noticed him there. But an accidental content sigh took care of that.
He knew he shouldn’t of been listening, he knew that very well. It was rude and otherwise disrespectful to eavesdrop on another person. On the other hand it was you. And you were singing. He’d never heard you sing. It wasn’t like your speaking voice, no, it was more captivating. The words poured smoothly from your lips, and he more than eager to receive them. Even if it was in a dishonest fashion.
It wouldn’t take long for him to join you. Your small hummings and sparce words elated him. And soon enough he had you swinging around the room. Not only this but he demanded (or rather insisted) that you sing louder and much prouder.
This sweet baby would initially want to apologize and leave. But as he listened more and more to your voice he was stuck. You somehow put a spell on him, forcing the man to listen. You’d never even would have known he was there if he didn’t snap back an begin a profuse apologizing marathon.
Allies/axis & Canada reacting to s/o in lingerie of their flag:
America/Alfred F. Jones- Are you trying to not walk tomorrow? Cause that’s how this night is ending.
Nuff said. Canada/Matthew Williams- A blushing wreck, unable to function, at first. Once he fully drinks the image of you in it’s another story. You’d be pressed against a wall, hands exploring what skin was exposed in no time. China/Yao Wang- He’d more appreciate you went through effort of finding the outfit than realizing it’s intent. But not for long, he’d show his real appreciation while pealing the outfit away, preferring what it held beneath. England/Arthur Kirkland- Drooling more with every step you take toward the bed. In a rare moment of weakness he’d toss his gentlemanly nature out the window. If you wanted to be branded in Britain pride he was more than happy to mark you as his own. France/Francis Bonnefoy: “Mon cher…I didn‘t get to see you put it one…so how about I watch you take it off?” He purred in your general direction, already lying back to watch the show. Russia/Ivan Braginsky- The most you’d see is his eye twitch before he gathered you in his arms. With nothing but his teeth he’d remove the clothing and make sure you knew what fire was just lighted in him.
Axis: Germany/Ludwig- A low growl came from his throat as you walked out. His eyes ate you alive while he walked over, slipping only one strap from your shoulder. After one more deep vocalization from him you were on the bed, outfit pressed up to your stomach and his head embedded in your neck. Italy/Feliciano Vargas- For once the man was silent. He observed how the lace laid on your skin, he’d never so badly wanted to disturb such a beautiful sight. It would take you walking over and initiating your intent to break him from the spell.
Japan/Kiku Honda- After a stuttered compliment and looked away, you’d feel a little hurt. Insecurity would set in until he softly patted the space next to you. One you were comfortable he’d begin lacing kisses to your skin, if he couldn’t express his thank verbally, he’d damn sure do it physically.
*Comes in with some Gateau* We nearly forgot the most important thing.
Oh, my God! The Gateau from the Chateau!
What about the Gateau from the Chateau?
It contains a bomb!!!
A bomb in the Gateau from the Chateau???
It's to blow up Germany! You mustn't let anyone light that fuse.
But where is the fuse?
It is the candle with the handle.
You do not need to kill Germany, we have already arranged to kill Germany... Do you not see? That if we kill him with the pill from the till by making with it the drug in the jug, you need not light the candle with the handle on the Gateau from the Chateau!