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(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Rome/Germania or Germania/Rome

I don't care so much what's going on.. but please be making Germania the taller one? When reading fics he always seems to be described as the shorter one... where historically Germans were taller then Romans.

Bonus: Rome yanking Germania's face down for a kiss rather then standing on his tip toes.

Heaven Help Them 1/1

(Anonymous) 2009-11-05 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"How did it go?"

"MY GRANDSON? IS THE CUTEST THING. EVER."

Germania winced. "Oh? Which grandson did you visit first?"

"...FUCK."

A blond eyebrow rose at that. "You forgot about the one in the south, didn't you?"

"Shit." Rome's head hung in shame; even his mess of ahoge curls seemed to droop a bit. "I guess I just got over-excited and forgot." He glanced at Germania, eyes pleading. "D'ya think the big guy'll let me go back again?"

The blond bit back his negative response that came so quick to his tongue. "Of, of course he will." Germania forced a smile.

"...is something wrong with your face?" Rome cocked his head to the side. "You look like you're in pain."

Germania grit his teeth. "I'm smiling."

"Oh. Wow." Rome coughed, then suddenly remembered something. "You two are really alike, you know that?"

"Me and...?"

"Your grandson; I saw him too. Holy Roman Empire is still alive."

Germania stared. "You're sure?"

"Yep." Rome reached up, tangled his rough hand in blond hair at the back of Germania's neck and pulled the taller man down to crush their lips together. He bit the blond's bottom lip, smirking as they separated. "You've both got the same smile."

Somehow Germania's hands had ended up cupping the gruff man's jaw. "Oh? We both look like we're in physical pain when we do it?"

A rough, loud laugh cut through the air. "I mean your real smile, but yeah that too."

Germania tipped their foreheads together. "You're insufferable." He kissed Rome again, gentle this time like they're weren't battling for once. "But I guess I'm stuck with you, so it can't be helped."

Rome laughed once more, face warm in Germania's palms. "Our kids are headed down the same path."

"Heaven help them." And he stooped to kiss Rome again, just for the hell of it.


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Sorry it's short. Anon likes these two old fags ♥

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someone/America, Tik Tok

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
We can start requesting here?

Well then... Apparently trashy-glam is the In-thing in the States now. As much as I'd like to come down against that, this song is addicting in it's catchy pop trashy-glamness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ra0CWBW9aY

Therefore OP would like to request something with this song and America. Him grooving to it or acting out the lyrics in the fill or anything like that. A fill inspired by this song, with America, because I see him having that sort of wild "don't stop, make it pop" spirit.

Can be anyone/America - England, Canada, France, whoever. Just as long as America bottoms! Must have that sort of letting loose feeling on America's part. The being wild and letting go and not caring if he's being a little trashy and slutty so long as he's having fun.

But the Party Don't Stop, No [1/?]

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
This was too fun to pass up, and mentioning Framerica just set all sorts of bells off in my head like you wouldn’t believe. Hence, this. Because fandom needs moar Framerica, and I’ve already written England/Canada. Hope you enjoy this, anons.

Club that they’re dancing at is based off of Apex, in Washington DC. Pictures and details can be found here: http://www.apex-dc.com/
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You should come down to D.C. a few days early, Francis.

Francis freezes, his long gold hair glittering in the dim light where it isn’t wrapped around the teeth of his brush. “Well,” he says, just to taste the word on his tongue. To try it out. “Well,” he says again, putting his brush down, “that certainly sounds intriguing.”

Interesting choice of words,” Alfred murmurs, and Francis can just picture those half-lidded eyes, that cocky, Southern sun-soaked smile. “You make it sound like I have other motives than the political.

Cher, you only use that particular tone of voice when you have something planned.”

And here Alfred laughs, and Francis smiles and moves to his bed as he imagines Alfred leaning back in his chair, head thrown back and eyes shut in simple pleasure. “You know me far too well,” he says, the laugh bubbling under his voice as his laughter dies down.

“Mmm.” Francis smiles, reaches up to touch the mouthpiece of his cordless. Shuts his eyes and imagines that he’s touching Alfred’s lips. That the smoothness under his fingertip is more than plastic, that it’s much warmer and softer.

“I’m sending you an e-mail,” Alfred says, and oh, there’s the chocolate in that tone – just a small square, a taste, temptation, tease. “It’s got directions to the dance club I want you to meet me at – will you be okay with just grabbing a taxi and finding your way over there?”

Francis crooks an eyebrow. It’s not like Alfred, he admits – Alfred usually comes to meet him at the airport, or at least comes to pick him up when he goes on visits. There have only been a few diversions from that habit in all the years Francis has known his Alfred.

But then again, it’s a bit thrilling. It piques his interest. It’s novel.

“I’ll be fine, mon cher, Francis murmurs, rolling over onto his side and pressing the cordless to his ear. “But you’ll forgive me for being a bit curious.”

“That’s good,” Alfred says. And oh, Francis knows he got that tone of voice from him – dark and alluring, a siren’s call. “Keep being curious, Francis. It’ll make showing you my kind of decadence that much more fun. Tell the bouncer that your cover charge is taken care of.”

Francis’s mouth waters, and he almost can’t tell Alfred goodbye.
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A month later, Francis’s nerves are so frazzled that he bungles the directions at least twice and gets lost somewhere in DC. But he and the cabdriver manage to communicate and figure out their problem, and Francis is so grateful that he gives the man a tip before turning and looking up at the building.

The windows are dimmed, and the clearest light comes from the open door in shifting reds, greens, and yellows. Beneath his feet he can feel the heartbeat of the club, heady and almost-drunk.

Francis’s mouth waters, his eyes going soft and sultry as he walks up the line. He feels eyes on his back, watching him in his raven-black jeans, his silk button-up shirt, the unbuttoned buttons that just hint at what lies underneath his shirt.

Francis smiles and sways his hips a bit more. For effect.

“Oi,” says a voice to his right. Francis pauses at the door and looks over at a man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, skims his eyes over the spiky dark hair and brown – almost red – eyes. “Oui?”

“Back of the line, bucko. No one gets in without paying.”

Francis frowns and narrows his eyes, returning the steel-strong glare with equal fierceness. “Francis Bonnefoy. My charge should have been covered.”

Steel Glare snorts, looks down at his clipboard and flips through the pages. “Bonne…Bonne….” Francis watches one strong, calloused finger make its way down the page. “Nope. You’re not on here. Like I said, get back in line.”

Non,” Francis says, narrowing his eyes against this injustice and starting to wish he’d asked Alfred to come for him.

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(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Italy/Romano/Germany, the Italians topping the hell out of him and Germany loving it (even if he tries to pretend that he doesn't)

Saucier Than Pasta. [1/?]

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Germany struggled with the handcuffs that bound his hands behind his back, the metal digging into his skin as a result.

His eyes turned wearily to the two Italians in front of him who smirked, more so the older one.

“Italy. Let me go. Now.” He growled, though not for much longer as the younger of the two brothers hit his exposed nipple with a riding crop. Stifling a moan, Ludwig’s neck turned red. “I-Italy-”

Another hit, along with a soft stroke that lead down to his naval before stopping. Germany shivered at how sensitive his skin had become, and how much his lower body was eager for more.

“Ah, ah, Germany. You always tell us to behave. Now it‘s your turn.” Feliciano tittered, drawing the riding crop back into both of his hands. Meanwhile, Romano stepped forward, his smug smirk being forever emblazed in Ludwig’s mind.

“You’re at our mercy now, Potato Bastard.”

Germany’s eyes fluttered close and he grit his teeth at what seemed like anger, when really he tried to regain control of himself.

What’s wrong with me?! I shouldn’t be enjoying this…!

His eyes opened just in time to see Feliciano walk behind him, arms encircling his waist. Ludwig briefly wondered where the riding crop had gone.

“Germany, you’re so warm.” A soft sigh blew over his ear, and Ludwig strained not to shiver at the action. Lips parted when he felt baby soft hands rub his nipple, and he drew out a shaky breath.

“S-stop, Italy!” He tried to keep his composure, when the back of his brain started to play images through his head. Dirty, delicious, sinful images that he-

Verdammt, Ludwig! Stop thinking of those things!

Romano’s chuckle brought Ludwig back down to earth, and Ludwig’s vision slowly sharpened.

“For once you’re being taken advantage of, and not my brother.” Romano spat, venom evident in his voice.



Had a misfire at first. Orz.

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Liet+Latvia x Virgin!Russia

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Latvia and Lithuana topping the hell out of Virgin!Russia

I don't exactly care about if it's DP or not as long as it is NOT WORKSAFE xD

Softly: Correct Fill

(Anonymous) 2010-03-10 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
(Please ignore the previous Softly posts. A deletion request has been sent.)

Latvia and Lithuania took one last glance at eachother. The look held a hundred different questions and they silently agreed on the answer. Yes, they were going to do this. The two Baltics sat on either side of their former captor. Russia was quite intent on the third bottle they had ordered. He had downed most of it, as well as the other two, with Toris and Raivis merely making a show of drinking with him. To celebrate a new start, they said. Grudges had been held long enough to be ridiculous. The truth was, that America had made him a fool to the world and it had made him... Human, for lack of a better word. Even Raivis no longer shook in his presence. It had given them the boost of confidence to plan this evening. Eduard had declined a place in the proceedings. He had never had the strange connection with the man as his brothers had and felt no need to disturb his peace for their benefit. Russia had shown up for the liquor and because he had nothing better planned. And because his house was so empty and he so eternally alone.

Latvia had slyly been slipping powder into the former super power's shots for some time now. Luckily he had agreed to the use of shot glasses, or they might have had to down quite a lot of the mixture themselves. It took quite a lot to affect the country, with his great mass, and Toris was having a difficult time flirting as a distraction without the man acting on the encouragement. He nearly called the whole thing off as he felt a hand on his thigh, but Raivis leaned back and gave him the thumbs up.

Russia was rambling, as he had been for some time now. They hadn't really been paying attention to what he was actually saying. Something about his canal and mortar made of bodies. It really seemed to agitate him, but his expression was clearing, and Raivis suggested that they go upstairs, to his rented room. Forty, even twenty, years ago this would have been unthinkable. He probably would have hyperventilated before he could even utter a word. The bartender paid them no more notice than he had the rest of the time they had been there, but proceeded to close up.

The weight of the country that would have to be balanced between them had failed to enter into their plans. It was a real struggle for the two much smaller countries, and Russia helped not one bit as he leaned haphazardly on one shoulder, then the other, stumbling up the stairs with them as best he could. The vodka. There had been enough vodka this time, he rejoiced in his head. For years now, he had fallen into the habit of trying to drink himself into a state of happiness, or at least into a temporary coma. His country pretty much ran itself these days and he was miserable and utterly, eternally alone. There was no one who really wanted him. Not even delusional Belarus, who liked to force onto him her vision of what he ought to be. The best he could hope for was the peace of absolute oblivion through alcohol.

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France x fem!England

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
student!fem!England and teacher!France
you know what to do with this

bonus: the sexier the better

l'enseignant [1/2]

(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
FIRST: I'm sorry there's no actual sex... I just couldn't get there. This is probably so far from what you want lmao .......EITHER WAY perhaps some anon who reads will learn a little French for the road.

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“Non~ that isn’t the right answer, Mademoiselle Kirkland.”

The blond’s lips pursed into a pout as her eyebrows knit together. “But, I can’t possibly mimic your accent. You’re just too bloody French!”

Francis laughed, his hand waving through the air. “Perhaps that is so.” He came to sit on the top of the desk next to the student and smiled that secretive smile of his whenever a grand idea flashed into his mind. His eyes wandered slightly, they couldn’t help it -- his student’s legs were tucked beneath the desk, crossed so daintily at the ankles. The plaid skirt of her uniform gently caressed the top of her creamy thighs.

She cleared her throat. “I’m going to scream for help if you don’t stop staring at me like some lecherous old man.”

Dragging his eyes up, he gazed at her face. Average, really. Her long hair hid frightful eyebrows, that he was slightly thankful for and smiled again. “I am not old, Mademoiselle Kirkland, but I do beg your pardon,” he intoned. “Shall we try a different approach?”

The girl shrugged, her eyes quickly flickering over her teacher. He wasn’t necessarily bad looking, but he was a known pervert. How he managed to keep his position at Gilbert Beilschmidt’s Academy for Girls was beyond most of the student body and staff. But, be that as it may, his classes excelled in the French language once they were done. “All right,” she said, shifting towards him. “What could it hurt?”

“Splendid,” he said with a smirk and winked at the girl. “Just follow my lead~”

Francis shifted down to the chair and moved closer to her, mind reeling on which approach to take. When pressed, he knew this girl was trouble. She didn’t seem to like coy, so he would be slightly more direct.

“D’où viens-tu?”

She rolled her eyes. “Eng-- Angleterre. Londres, Angleterre.”

“Bien. Tu aimes le jazz?”

“Non. J’aime boucoup la musique rock.”

His head rested in the palm of his hand, a slight cocky smirk on his face. “Est-ce que tu es libre ce soir?”

“…Excuse me?”

“Ah~ ah~ en français s'il vous plaît.”

“Excuse-freakin’-moi?”

Again he repeated: “Est-ce que tu es libre ce soir?”

“…Peut-être”

“T’es trop sexy.”

“Va voir ailleurs si j’y suis.”

His eyebrow rose. “That’s a little advanced for you, isn’t it?”

A rather smug look settled on the girl’s face. “A student of yours from last year told me to memorize it.”

“Touché. All right, we‘ll try something else.” Francis knelt on the floor in front of her and placed his hand gently on her foot. “This?”

Her expression ran from annoyed, to confused and back again. “L- …le pied.”

His fingers circled loosely around her ankle. “Here?”

“La cheville.”

The flat of his palm slid up the back of her calf. “Le mollet.”

Slowly, slowly it moved around to rest on her knee, his thumb just barely moving up and down. “Here?”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. “Le… …le genou.”

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Italy/Germany/Prussia

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
A sequel to the fill where both Italy and Prussia try to seduce a clueless Germany.

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If you're talking about this fill,

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=9088450#t9088450

There is already a sequel here

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11769098#t11769098

Though even more sequels would always be good, too, IMO.

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femRussia and the men in her life

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd like to see femRussia (who has always been a woman) and how the men in her life (Baltics, Allies, etc) feel about her / how she feels about them.

Anon would prefer it in a funny light rather than angst, but will take anything she can get ♥

Suggestions:
- Latvia has to paint femRussia's nails... but he's shaking so much that he does a terrible job
- Lithuania has to go out to buy tampons
- Instead of being pushed down, Latvia is hugged to Russia's boobs until he passes out from lack of oxygen
- ...Estonia/femRussia? :D Please?

The men in her life (1939-1945)

(Anonymous) 2009-11-11 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Stole your title OP, haha.

Mariya Braginski is fem!Russia's human name.

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It is the eve of World War 2 and the world is in turmoil.

Mariya Braginski looks at Europe and shakes her head. Why? Why must it always come to this? What it is with men in general and Germany in particular that makes them want to proclaim that they are great and the others are unworthy? Why? Why, why, WHY?

It is a silent plea that goes unanswered in the night. God never listened to Mariya, or if he ever did he stopped after October 1917. God doesn't answer.

Mariya sights. Poland will go first she knows. Poland always go first. Poor Feliks.

Poland is the first to fall. Russia tries to limit the damage as much as she can. But to no avail.

The Winter War begins. It is no tear running down Mariya's cheeks, merely a melted snowflake.

Canadian troops join the conflict. This no longer a simple European quarrel. This is a world war and Russia is afraid of the future.

Germany is not yet the evil he will later be made to be. In these days, he is a powerful neighbour who must not be crossed says Stalin.. New trade agreements are signed by their bosses.

Mariya stares at Ludwig. This is not over his eyes say. Good say hers.

Neither of them ratify the treaty.

The Winter War ends. Finland gains his independance and Russia territory. Both of them are not entirely happy. Happiness is not part of Russia's immediate future, she thinks.

Luxembourg is occupied. The Netherlands surrender next. Then Belgium.

Italy joins the war then and Russia wonders how long the three of them have been planning this.

Russia moves in on the Baltic states as a means of protection.

The Vichy Regime becomes the official French Government.

The Tripartite Pact is signed. In later years it will be called the 'Axis of evil'.

Russia is invited to join. She respectfully refuses.

The United States of America patrols the Atlantic under the pretension of protecting economic interests.

Germany invades the USSR. Mariya runs away and burns the earth behind her. No one ever learns from Napoleon.

Arthur proposes a mutual defence arrangement. Her answer is one word long. Da.

Germany attacks the Baltic states.

Mariya looses track of what happens when then. it is there all neatly stacked up between the pages of History books, but she does not want to know.

Arthur brings her to the meeting. Francis and Alfred are distrustful, but Yao is more suprised then anything.

To this day, Mariya does not understand how they won the war. After Auschwitz she remembers nothing.

Nothing but red. Red, red, red. Beautiful red. Red everywhere.

Sometimes, late at night, she remembers Prussia's face, so beautiful under the red and Germany's twisted in hate as hers must be.

The thing she remembers is sharp and precise like on of Belarus's knife. It is of her hand on Prussia's throat and her voice clear like a winter blizzard You are mine now, Prussia, and you will not hurt my people again.

Surprisingly, the Allies do not stop her. They are afraid of her now she thinks.

That is good. They will not attack her again, then.

When Mariya looks at Europe now she understands. It is not men that are violent and aggressive. It is the soil of Europe that feeds on blood.

Europa's blood is born of the cruelest of atrocities.

It is sad but true, Russia thinks. She surrenders to the dark and waits for better times.

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This originally started as humor but morphed into angst as I was writing it.I wrote this in one session directly in the comment box so apologies for any fail. Then again, I might not have picked the best period of history for humor.

Hopefully, the humor comes back later. I will write more of those in different time periods. I might be able to work in the bonuses but no promises.

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Yandere!Canada/America

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
something happens that causes Canada to attempt to annex the U.S.... and SUCCEEDS.

Bonus: Alfred losses because he didn't want to fight his brother, so wasn't using his full strength.

Take this any way you'd like anons!

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I second this!

Okay, here I go... Pt1

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AU: The Hetalia Charas as Not-Nations in a WW2 Superhero/Supervillian/Supersomething Type World

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AU: The Hetalia Charas as Not-Nations (Human or Non-human) in a WW2 Superhero/Supervillian/Supersomething Type Setting.

I would perfer a world in which the Superman level of Superpowers just does not exist, though, game/story balance wise.

No Such Thing (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2009-11-21 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you were going for, OP. It just wanted to be this way.


“I always wanted to be one of them.”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?” Logan lit up a cigar. He took a large inhale and blew it out slowly before turning to look at the soldier behind him.

He was a young one. Blond hair, baby blue eyes. A smear of bloodmud on his cheek. Looked like he’d just had his dog run over and pissed on. Logan glanced at the tags laying out on his shirt. Private Jones, it looked. An American, not that it mattered. He didn’t look like he could even hold a gun right now.

The boy looked up from his lap, where he was clutching his helmet like it was the fuckin’ grail. His eyes looked somewhat desperate behind thin rims. “Like one of those heroes. I wanted to swoop in an’ save everyone. Put the bad guys behind bars where they couldn’t hurt anyone again. An’ I didn’t stop wanting that. When I signed up, even. Wanted to be just like Captain America. Or Superman.” The kid closed his eyes.

Logan watched Jones shake. His back to the wall behind him, Jones looked like he was trying his hardest not to curl his legs to his chest and sob.

Logan watched the smoke rise, and his cigar was half gone before the boy spoke again.

“Do you think it would make a difference? If they were here? Maybe we could have ended this before. Maybe it wouldn’t have started!” There was a bit of a hysterical edge to Jones’ voice.

Logan looked at the end of his cigar, trying not to focus on his hand, trying not to think of Victor ripping out the throat of a German soldier and laughing.

“I wanted to be a hero.” The kid’s voice cracked.

Logan tapped the cigar, and the ash fell to the dirt. “There’s no such thing.”

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Nations Going Undercover (As Just Plain Humans)

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For whatever reason, the Nation-tans have to go 'undercover' as just plain humans.

This is an undertaking that is somewhat harder then it looks like at first...

Bonus 1 : They are going 'undercover' in a country that is not their own. This causes even more problems.

Bonus 2 : They also have to go to school (University, etc) as a 'cover' for whatever they're really supposed to be doing.

Re: Nations Going Undercover (As Just Plain Humans)

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America had substituted in this counselling position for the day because he wanted to meet some of his students face to face, and learn of their problems and triumphs. It wasn't said too boldly -- or if it was, never to his face -- but he had heard whispers of others opinions about his education system, and whether they actually held this opinion of the quality of his smarts or not, it made him feel a little self-conscious. (He could just hear England laughing at him from the corner of his mind for his low self-esteem and his denial of said low-self esteem, but he ignored it. Denial wasn't so bad a thing.)

He straightened his pile of random papers in what he hoped was a very official-looking manner, though nobody was in the room at the moment to see him, and flipped through the manilla folders he had removed from the archives in the past few hours. So far, he was feeling better about his education program, as the last few students he had met had seemed quite competent. Granted, he appeared to have crash-landed into one of the more snobby high schools around the area when substituting the first counselling position, but the students he had met were giving him a renewed hope for his country. These are tomorrow's leaders, he thought happily to himself. For students going through College and Career counselling, they sure seemed to know a lot about their desired path through life already, and most had heavy ambitions and the talent to reach them. He felt proud.

Jackie Smith. . . 3.9 GPA. Best subject Calculus. Wants to be a computer engineer.

Anun Chan. . . 4.2 GPA. Best subject Chemistry. Wants to be a brain surgeon.

Timothy Johnson. . . 4.1 GPA. Best subject Biology. Wants to be a graphic designer.


Smirking, America leaned back in his chair a little, musing Timothy's profile. They were smart, hardworking, and not afraid to pursue their dreams. Exactly the sort of citizens he wanted to raise.

A glance at the clock made him readjust his posture to a more acceptable position; he straightened the manilla folders and put them on top of the random papers, and clasped his hands in front of him in a professional way. His next appointment was on the way.

He had reached over to fidget with his nameplate ("Mr. Jones, C&C Counselor") when the door opened, a half-minute early.

"Sorry, very sorry, got a little lost," the student said as he walked shyly through the door.

America accidentally pushed his nameplate off his desk, and the resulting crash nearly drowned out the small "aru" that the boy had tacked to the end of his sentence.

The two stared, bewildered, at each other for a period of time, both doubting themselves of the sight before them and struggling through the logic of the situation.

America gained his bearings first. ". . . . You're Yao Wang?"

The boy blushed a little at the mispronunciation of his name, though he was used to it by now. "You are the counselor Mister Jones?" he countered.

In the second awkward silence that followed the dwarf-sized exchange, Yao silently slid his backpack to the floor of the room and sat in the chair in front of the desk, scooting the chair a bit to avoid looking at America's face. America bent over to pick up his nameplate, fussing over its position while he tried to think of what to say next.

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Nations And Their Spirit Animals / Familiers

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The Nation-tans and their Spirit Animals / Familiars.

Mythical Animals / Beings included.

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I'm not sure if this is what the OP wanted, but here are a few I did really quickly:

Full sized: http://tinyurl.com/yjdslvb

Small: http://tinyurl.com/yfhwpfj

Sorry about the crappy quality. Some of my pencil sketches fade after being scanned.

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The Nation-tans as similar to the 12 Kingdoms Kirin...But

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The Nation-tans as similar to the 12 Kingdoms Kirin...But Not.

In the 12 Kingdoms series, the Kirins have two shapes - a human-looking one and a Kirin one. They choose their King/Queen (well, technically speaking, the 'Will of Heaven' does that, I suppose, but they are the beings who actually do it), and when that King/Queen 'loses their way', they get sick (onto death, if the King/Queen doesn't shape up or abdicate). One of the other notable characteristics of a 12 Kingdoms Kirin is that they can't stand blood or death, at all. It quite literally makes them sick.

For this request, I want the Nation-tans (1) to be the one who either 'chooses' or 'acknowledges' the Leader of that Nation (whether they're actually doing the 'choosing' and stuff 'all by themselves' is another matter) (2)To be able to shapeshift. (3)Blood and death doesn't hurt them like it would the 12 Kingdoms Kirin, but bad things happening to the country and people itself would. (4)Leaders 'losing their way' (or just being bad leaders) wouldn't kill them, but it would hurt them since their country/nation is being badly governed.

This request is partially inspired from this request here. This request has many wonderful fills, BTW.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10530.html?thread=16242466#t16242466

Smoking Mirror

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A German brothers story

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(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
America seems to be the little black dress of the English speaking fandom (he goes with everything) so I’d like to see America in a heterosexual relationship with a canon nation who is not gender bent. It can be an awkward almost-fuck in an otherwise platonic relationship. That works too. I just want it to be something totally different from what we’ve seen before. Someone I’ve never seen America with before (or someone he’s rarely paired with). And by relationship, I mean real based on enjoying each other’s company stuff even though mindless smexy times are very enjoyable.

Bonus: The relationship has some historical/political basis

Trivia (1a/?)

(Anonymous) 2009-11-04 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Second!Anon (the one who posted "Multiple fills [y/y]?" apologizes for any history fail. She is neither American, or Hungarian. (Or should that be 'nor'? Anon is not from any country in the Anglo-sphere either.) Looks to be long.


The first time he sees her is in the mid to late nineteenth century (or was it the early twentieth century? He's never been particularly good with these things) at the port where all the immigrant are coming to his shores. The big ships lurch to dock, families crowded around, children pressing their noses to the windows or leaning over rails trying to get a better look at the Land of Opportunity.

He is no longer a child, but still carries himself with a carefree grin and an air of enthusiasm. (He remembers there was no Great War yet. It's probably nineteenth century, then.) America stands tall and unchallenged with a booming economy and a reputation as a land of riches and miracles. He wades through the crowds like any other day, feeling the foreign sensation of the immigrants simmer down to a vague tingle as they become Americans, reveling in all the differences around him. He has grown strong from the wars he has fought, and the work he has done. Earned it all with the sweat of his brow.

There's so much light, so much hope. Everyone has so much hope it can't help but get to him, widening his grin. There is a certain bleakness in the adults, a dark and world-wearing weight hanging on their shoulders, but it, too, is dotted with light and hope for the New World.

Some children pass him, running about and yelling in their own language. (He guesses he might have to learn a bit of that later. They'll all have to learn English, of course, because you can't really be American without it, but America figures it might be a little cool. Just a word or so, because English will be the language of Americans and everyone coming off of the ships is ready to become an American.) He smiles at them and waves.

He loves these rare, quiet days off.

There's so much to do, so much to see. He trusts the word of his leader's, but he still likes to feel it all: the heat radiating of the sun baked deserts of Arizona; the first snow, drifting down up in Michigan; the wetness of the air in Washington after rain; the hustle and bustle of people fumbling through the chaotic streets of New York City. So, so much of him and his states and his people -- it all goes so fast he think he might miss it all which is fine because he knows he will go on to see them again but sad because sometimes, and he doesn't know why, he thinks he won't. At first, he tried to remember it all, but now he doesn't. Memories fade and focus like the tides ebb, but he doesn't mind. Everyone says he's so young but he's so, so busy; this is much easier. People come in and out of him, slipping back and forth past his borders all melding to one distinct and bold sensation resonating through him.

It's enthralling.

Like other nations are becoming him. Like he's got a piece of them, close to his heart. He can feel it push against his chest as it beats, something warm and cold and soft and hard all at once. Foreign and familiar. Something like an obligation to protect, but also one to unite and accept all of his people no matter where they came from. They're all his children, he thinks, and he feels like he'll look after everyone.

He feels like he's a hero of the world.

That's why he finds himself watching the ships come in and Europeans pour out. (It's not because he feel a smug satisfaction from knowing the people of Europe are coming to him instead of their own respective nations. It's not about showing England who he's become. Not at all. Not anymore.) He stands back with a goofy grin on his face; around him is a cacophony of noises and sounds, of smells and emotions. He let's them engulf him in a haze of action, overwhelming his senses so he almost doesn't notice the other nation.

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I TOTALLY FORGIVE YOU, ANON

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(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon would love some Fem!Poland/fem!Lithuania, bladder desperation and orgasm denial.

Please and thank you ♥

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
D-do want.

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Russia/Latvia consensual

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
While I love reading Russia and how he reacts around the Baltics, I would absolutely LOVELOVELOVE to see some consensual Russia/Latvia. Smut would be nice, and it doesn't matter who initiates it, but fluff is a must!

Bonus: Russia requesting that Latvia use his real name.
Double Bonus: Latvia begging for more. 'cause who doesn't love slut!Latvia?

I'd rather you didn't include other nations, if that's okay~

Re: Russia/Latvia consensual

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
ohhh man! i love this request! SECONDING LIKE NO TOMMOROW.

slut!latvia is very, very sexy. we need moar of him on this meme. :)

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Germany/Prussia

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Halloween Inspired:

Vampire Prussia topping Priest Germany.

Re: Germany/Prussia

(Anonymous) 2009-12-07 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon is going to fill this if you give her a bit. <3

Cause she's in dire need of some germancest, and it's a old request but it should be filled dammit!

Halloween stuff at Christmas is win anyways, amirite?

It's my first fill though so... ; v ; hope its okay.

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Norway + Belarus, Eurovision 2009

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so none of the other Eurovision requests seemed to have been filled, but anon will give it a shot anyway.

All right, so anon here has never seen Eurovision it's all politics anyway OTL, but just recently stumbled across Alexander Rybak's performance of "Fairytale" which is now playing on repeat as anon types this. Anon has also found out that Rybak was originally born in Minsk in 1986, back when Belarus was still part of the Soviet Union. SO.

Norway + Belarus bickering over who Rybak really belongs to--and ending with sweetness. Anon doesn't care what it is, so long as it's not porn (as all the other EV requests were for porn of one variation or another).

Bonus: RUSSIA.
Bonus 2: FINLAND.
Bonus 3: RYBAK ROTFL

Kink is crack/rarepair and catfights ;)

Re: Norway + Belarus, Eurovision 2009

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Well, even if you did do a double request... -__- damn, I fangirled about this one too, so-

SECOND!!! This was so running through my head after Rybak won! XD

P.S. You should watch Eurovision... it's SO kitschy it goes a full circle to become awesome again. ^^;;;

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Competition!personifications--Eurovision/American Idol/X Factor...and revisions.

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Eurovision/American Idol/The X Factor...anthropomorphic forms.

...Anon just thinks this would be hilarious~ Countries can be involved too (e.g. European Union (IDK how that would work, but...)/America/UK...or something similar LMAO) ♥

Bonus: Simon Cowell XD

And...OTL Okay, fail!anon fails. Belarus also had a representative in Eurovision--so perhaps if writer!anon addresses anon's previous request, that point should be clarified?

By the way, did you know Rybak's mother's name is "Natalia"? ROTFL

As compensation for the double request, anon will try to fill a request o-o;

Re: Competition!personifications--Eurovision/American Idol/X Factor...and revisions.

(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
FFFFFFF YEEEEESSSSSSSSS

If only for Simon Cowell.

Trainspotting

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Has anyone here ever seen the movie Trainspotting? If not, have the opening scene:-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmzaBvKzrZI

Basically I'd like to see a version of Trainspotting with Hetalia characters. Obviously asking for the whole thing is ridiculous, but what I'd really like to see is the scene where Renton picks up a girl at a club, has sex and then finds out she's underage. I'd like it if Sealand was the underage kid, and obviously Sweden and Finland as his parents, but who ends up as the Renton of the fic is up to author-anon

tl;dr version: Anyone/Sealand, sex with someone underage.

Re: Trainspotting

(Anonymous) 2009-11-08 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
fuck yes, I totally second this. Trainspotting rules

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(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I would love to see Cyprus, Bulgaria and Prussia at a world meeting. However, instead of being good forgotten nations, like Canada, they decide to prank everyone.
Apart from Canada and England.

I'd love to see things like putting a trapdoor under Russia and Belarus' chairs, leading to the same dark room. And tacks on others, hanging a hamburger in front of America, sticking people to chairs, etc.

Bonus if most of the nations don't realise it's them...
...but England gives them the look. Because he knows about being pranked. XD

(Anonymous) 2009-11-04 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This. So hard.

Fem!France/Canada

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
There are a few America with an Oedipus Complex for Fem!England, so what about one with Canada for Fem!France? (who eagerly takes advantage of it)

Re: Fem!France/Canada

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O-ohgod, my mind said no, but my body said DOWANT


Seconded, due to MILF!France and an awkward-as-hell!Canada

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[Nation A -> Nation B] Convenience store

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHuoJWp7cvs
That video is really cute, so I would really like to see this kind of scenario played out with Hetalia characters.~
A new employee, Nation B, has been hired (or just starts working another shift - anything works) in the convenience store that Nation A visits regularly. Nation A develops a pretty big crush on Nation B, but is far too shy to tell him/her, not to mention that our poor Nation A ends up doing all kinds of embarrassing things (as seen in the video) in front of his crush. And it doesn't help that Nation B seems painfully clueless about Nation A's feelings, either.

Any anon who fills this will be loved for all eternity! <333

Bonus: Nation A as America / Prussia and Nation B as Canada, OR Nation A as Romano and Nation B as Liechtenstein.~

Filling in progress~

(Anonymous) 2010-07-10 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Over here:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=43190681#t43190681

Kind of a Cinderella-esque story, but we love 'em, right?

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
England/America (in that order, if need be) where England is a prince and America is the peasant (so, yeah, human names!).

Prince Arthur is in love with Alfred and tries his hardest to impress him a la his riches and all that jazz, but to no avail! Not to mention he's secretly doing it as he's already engaged (the who is up to anon) AND it's against court wishes to marry a peasant. What ever will he do?!

Bonus: There is another person courting Alfred! (don't feel obligated to the bonus, as there's already a decent amount of conflict with out it, I feel) ^_^

Re: Kind of a Cinderella-esque story, but we love 'em, right?

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his reminds me of Sleeping Beauty a bit. =O Where Prince Phillip meets Aurora in the forest and they fall in love, and Phillip thinks that Aurora is a peasant.[and so does Aurora duhhh~ xD]

Anyways I like the idea of it~seconded.

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England and King Edward the failure

(Anonymous) 2009-11-03 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
England/King Edward II.

(Reader's Digest history: Eddie was ruler of england from the later 1200s to the early 1300s, during which period he alienated all his supporters (everyone, really), got his ass handed to him by Scotland, lavished gifts and lands and money on his (male) favorites, and neglected his poor wife so much that she left the country, got herself her own frenchman-lover, and proceeded to invade his country. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_II_of_England )

Please do note: in my headcanon, England would have appeared about 12-13 (in human terms) during this period. So, uh, no sexytiems plz.

...and obvious!identity anon's identity must be very obvious, to certain people...

England and Edward

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"Edward!" England burst through the tent "Scotland's picking on me again!"

"Well tell him to stop, I'm busy"

England frowned for a moment "But he's attacking the borders! Again!"

Edward looked up "Oh, it's you England"

"Who did you think it was!" England stamped his foot.

"Well then, what is it that you want?"

England scowled "I just told you! Scotland is picking on me again!"

"Don't worry" Edward patted the top of the scowling boy's head "My army will defeat him. Robert the Bruce's army is tiny compared to ours"

"But he's planning something! I know it!"

"We'll beat him. don't worry. We'll be arriving at Stirling tomorrow. We'll beat him then. They will be no match for us"

"If you say so"

It would be years before Scotland would stop laughing at England, and then America made that bloody movie. So Scotland started laughing again, just this time at America as well. The boy never did do well at history.

Sorry, I know it was crappy but I had to write something for this prompt. So behold my crappy charactisation and history skills!

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"I'm sorry, I just love you"

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Angsty declaration please?

Multi-fills wanted~

Pairing: anyone? What writer!anon wish!
It can be 2 countries separation because of an opinion difference (like Aus/Switz separation), or just a fail!couple (FrUk) <3

(Bonus: I'd really love to see Belgium in one of the fills, please?)

Words Unspoken

(Anonymous) 2009-11-04 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Short fill is short. And I can only hope that Finland and Sweden are IC. >< I've never written them before.

“I’m sorry, I just love you.”

A fork clatters to the tableware, almost echoing through the now silent kitchen, as Finland stares at his best friend. Estonia said he loves him. Estonia loves him?

Once the shock wears away, he looks down at the plate, silent, because he has a feeling that if he looks up into the Baltic nation’s eyes, it will only confirm what he’s afraid to hear.

Estonia flushes, his cheeks tinting pink, and he also looks away, but for different reasons.

“I-I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have. That-that was out of line.” He turns back to face the other male and his eyes are strangely bright behind his glasses.

“But I do love—”

“Don’t.”

Finland looks up from the plate, his eyes pleading.

“Don’t say that word. Please.”

“But it’s true.”

He shakes his head, sadly, and puts his hand on top of the Estonian’s.

“The make it un-true. You know that I can’t return those feelings. Sweden would kill both of us.”

“But do you? Return my feelings, that is.”

Finland doesn’t answer, but how quickly he removes his hand when the door knob turns was answer enough. He gives a quick, apologetic look to his friend and smiles at the nation walking through the door.

“Mornin’ F’nland. Est’nia,” Sweden nods at the latter before leaning down to kiss his ‘wife.’ Finland tries not to notice the hurt look that passes over Estonia’s face as he mumbles, “Good morning,” back.

“Are y’ stayin’ f’r brea’f’st?” Sweden asks the Baltic nation, but Estonia quickly shakes his head, rising to his feet.

“No, I have other business to attend to. Sorry,” he smiles weakly, but it’s far away from his eyes.

“And Finland?” The nations lock eyes for a moment, but it’s too much, and the Nordic country ends up looking at his plate again.

“Please think about it.”

Estonia leaves before Finland can respond (though he isn’t sure what he would say either way) and Sweden looks after him.

“H' ok’y?”

Finland nods, looking up to give a forced smile to his husband.

“Yes, he’s fine.”

But in truth, Finland can only hope he is.

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