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(frozen comment) Rome/Germania -- Goats

[identity profile] hetalia-kink.livejournal.com 2010-06-07 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
(This is a model request. Please follow this format when requesting yourself: Pairing/character(s) and kink/prompt in subject line, BRIEF elaboration in message -- stay under 200 words and 3 bonuses. Historical background or definition of words, which can be removed without changing the prompt itself, won't count toward the limit.)

I'm requesting something humorous involving the above. Doesn't have to have smut, but smut would be nice.
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USUK - um... drugging, I guess?

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It's time for some possessive!England, guys!

America comes to stay at England's for a bit... but when it comes time for him to leave, England wants to keep him around for a bit longer - after all, who knows what he gets up to when England's not keeping an eye on him - and drugs him to make him sick, so he has no choice but to stay.

It works so well that he does it again. And again. And again, until he's just keeping him sick and taking care of him all the time. Because creeper!England is kind of hot. :D Whether or not America finds out (and how he reacts if he does) is up to you.

Bonus: Someone else finds out. What they do with this information is also up to you. :)

If (When) You Go [1/?]

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When he's gone, England never wants him back.

He folds his newspaper and watches America, junk food sweating fat in his left hand, run a finger over the books, reeling off the titles without any of the reverence classical literature demands. No matter how many times England tries to demonstrate the importance of his library, America's reaction never varies. From Shakespeare to Golding, it's impossible for his attention to settle on anything unless it's been translated into movie format with at least four explosions scattered around a car chase, presented in three dimensional high definition. England would never have thought of a car chase in Romeo and Juliet until America proclaimed it necessary. He suspects his most beloved enemy, or hated friend, knows how much this irritates him and persists in feigned ignorance for the hell of it.

This is true. America adores the books, remembers being read to as a child, but nothing amuses him more than the way England's eyebrows twitch and his lips tighten over the cup of tea, so he makes the most of it. He slows his voice, playing dumb, as he leaves a snail's trail of grease over the lettering.

“Beowulf, Utopia, Paradise Lost – look behind the refrigerator, stuff always turns up there – Pride and Prejudice, Great Expectations – I wouldn't get my hopes up – Tess of the something or others... haven't you got anything interesting?”

Having tried Wodehouse, the war poets and his collection of children's literature, England motions towards the crime fiction regarded by his universities as so much pulp and therefore exactly what he expects America to enjoy. It's no surprise when America studies Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for all of five seconds before declaring that Holmes ought to blow shit up and trade in the violin for a gun.

It keeps him quiet, though, when he settles down. He stretches his legs out, book in hand, with his head against the armchair. For a moment, England wants to reach down and stroke his hair out of his eyes. It would be like the old days. Sat under a tree in America's home, he used to cradle the child in his lap and read to him from the books now gathering dust on the shelves, stroking back the hair, silky, soft, running under his fingers, smooth.

He doesn't reach out now. America catches him staring so he turns back to his newspaper, ignoring the comments drifting from his side. Some of them criticise the blasé assumptions, some of them beg Watson to grow a spine, all of them are designed to offend. England doesn't care. It's a pleasant afternoon, sun makes it through the clouds to pool on the library carpet and America's voice lulls him into a doze.

His chin drops onto his chest and when he looks up, salt stings his face. Though he can't read the writing on the side of the boat before him, nor work out why a boat has docked in his library, a flower blooms beside it and England thinks: Montrose. He watches it cutting through the water while a short Belgian man plays a melancholy tune on a violin. Someone on the other side of the ocean, who looks like America, is singing; the words are clearly audible despite their distance, as if whispered in his ear. Right across the ocean blue, his picture lipstick-smeared. The melody is confused but all that matters is the ship leaving, maybe for the last time, may never come back, but when England tries to dive in after it one of the men grabs his arm and shakes it until it hurts and

and then his head jerks up. He's sat in his chair. America is shaking his arm. He repeats these facts to himself until he's sure of his situation, then listens to what America is saying.

“-go now, okay? I'll see you, I dunno, I'll guess I'll see you whenever.”

England opens his mouth to say goodbye.

“Stay for dinner,” he says, which is an unusual farewell.

America takes it in his stride. He agrees on the promise that scones will not be involved and asks whether he can borrow the book, which he is absolutely not enjoying whatsoever but wants to finish anyway. He leaves the room with it tucked under his arm, glasses holding the sunlight for a second, arms swinging.

When he's here, England never wants him to leave.


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Bad Friends Trio + a nation - breaking a triangle

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Prussia, France and Spain are in an established triangle, for fun, to have sex together. Then one of them falls in love with someone else (for example, France -> UK) and leaves the other two alone. At first they're fine with that - after all, they still can have fun together. But then they realize when it's just two of them, things are different. The conversations are different, their dynamics are different, everything seems more intimate and when one of them knows he's the only one to make the other tremble, flush and moan, it feels weird but also... amazing.

So. Make them fall in love. :) And don't forget the third one and his relationship with the nation of your choice.

Broken Triangle

(Anonymous) 2010-08-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
diff!anon... other anons, totally fill anyway if you want!

Broken Triangle

Forgive the anachronistic slang. It just wouldn't be Prussia otherwise.

“I can't believe he left us for a chick.” Prussia was moody, France was resigned.

“They will be good for each other. You know, they've always been so close...”

“Bullshit!” Prussia shouted, pounding his fist on the table, and making his shot glass tower tremble precariously. France winced. He knew better than to take out the nice glasses when Prussia came over, but it had been so sudden, and he hadn't been able to find the plain ones... “Bullshit. We're good for each other.” France coughed. “We are!” And they were. It had always been the rest of the world that suffered. “Besides,” he added, getting up to pace. “She only wants him for his body.”

France raised his eyebrows. “She does! You know she'd do anything to get Olivenza back. Stupid slut.” France let that one slide. After all, she had been around, and if the rumors about her colonies were true... “Besides, chicks are boring.”

France raised his eyebrows. “And about the young lady with the--”

“Shut up!” he shouting, the hand coming now dangerously close to France's shot glasses. He winced. “Austria can have her, for all I care. Stupid slut,” he added, unconvincingly. France sighed, in resignation, but didn't argue. It was always better to humor a drunk Prussia. He'd learned that in Silesia.

“But anyway. What does she have, that we don't?” France opened his mouth to answer, and then closed it again. Silesia. “You know, aside from a pussy. And those holdings in the Americas. And there was that union thing (but that was years ago!) Come on, who wants pussy anyway?”


“No one!” Prussia shouted with a note of hysteria, not even noticing he'd been interrupted. He sat down again, exhausted by his speech. “No one,” he muttered again, rebelliously.

It hadn't been sudden, Antonio's withdrawal from their happy arrangement. It had been slow, steady. Ever since 1808-- France winced at the memory-- he had been more distant, less interested in their company. The camaraderie they'd shared after the War of Succession had gradually disappeared, until more and more often it was only Prussia and himself sitting around, drinking, and thinking of old times. It was perhaps inevitable that he had found companionship elsewhere.

Prussia and he had, of course, been in bed together alone. But it quickly turned into squabbles, with each unwilling to give ground to the other and bickering again and again about Napoleon. Prussia hadn't taken it as hard as his dear Antonio, partly because Prussia lived for war, and partly because Waterloo had been deeply satisfying for him. He still insisted that Jena-Auerstedt was a fluke, and France let him. Every once in a while it was enough to get him laid.

Without Antonio, they had moved farther from lovers and closer to drinking buddies. But France, who had known Spain since before Prussia existed, was willing to be happy for his friend, if regretfully. The two of them-- Antonio and his fellow Iberian-- had always had an intense relationship. It was no surprise that after working together during the Peninsular Wars, their relationship had begun to intensify again. He felt that it wouldn't be long before Isabel demanded official exclusivity, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Soon Prussia was snoring-- loudly-- on his table. France sighed, and carried him to bed for the third night running. The man may not have known Spain for as long, but France was willing to bet that he'd never had anyone but the two of them. He couldn't help touching Prussia's shoulder, briefly, before he left the room to sleep on the couch.

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The world cup

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I am asking for a request on what happens before and after some of the fifa matches.

Like the opening game between south Africa and Mexico. Or America Vs England with America showing in American football war to the dismay of his trainer? France and England going crazy after losing? Germany and Prussia getting drunk after their first victory? Brazil losing a player?

Bouns1. make it cracky
bonus2. any paring

CONCACAF Buddies Part 1

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope this is what you were looking for. I kinda took your prompt and ran with it...
Mexico sat and waited outside of the locker rooms. She saw Algeria and Slovenia leave, in tears, and England leave, already partying. She said hi to Germany, Ghana, Serbia, and Australia when they went in. Australia asked her if she needed him to wait with her, but she said she was fine, but told him to tell America to hurry the hell up, because they really needed to go.

Australia apparently delivered his message speedily because America was outside a few moments later.

“Haha, sorry about that,” he laughed nervously, “Everyone’s still kinda partying.”

Mexico glared, but there wasn’t any malice in it. Her boys were still partying somewhere too, either that or training.

“I suppose I should congratulate you on your win then?” His grin widened in anticipation, “I’m not going to.”

“Aw, why not?”

“It’s just going to go to your head, and god knows your ego doesn’t need the boost,” she smirked and America knew she was just being playful.

“True enough, I guess. Should we get going?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They ended up at a bar that South Africa took them all to on their first night in town. It became the place for nations to hang out with each other or their fans after the matches, and sure enough, England and his fans had already painted the place red and white.

“America!” the green eyed nation shouted as the two of them entered the bar, “There ya are!” a red faced England stumbled away from the group of English fans he was with to sling an arm around the younger nation, “Was lookin’ for ya! C’mon an’ ‘ave a pint!”

“Maybe later England,” he carefully disentangled himself and led him back over to his fans, “there’s something I’ve got to do first.”

“Ya loss there…” he shouted as he was handed over, “I might not be conscious by then! ‘Nother round for everyone in the bar!” England shouted, to the cheers of everyone else in the bar. Mexico and America grabbed their drinks, with America snatching a third, and made their way through the crowd to the booth in the back corner, where Honduras was waiting for them.

“What took you two so long?” he asked as America handed him his drink.

Someone was still gloating in the locker room,” Mexico stared pointedly at America as he sat down across from them.

“Haha shut up.”

“So…” Honduras asked after he sipped his drink with a blush, “H-how’s Bornstein doing?”

“He’s thrilled and celebrating, just like the rest of the team.”

“You want to give him a call and congratulate him Honduras?” Mexico mocked with a smirk. America laughed as she was lightly shoved.

“Sh-shut up…” he muttered and blushed some more before asking, “Who paid for this round?”

“England,” Mexico nodded towards the Englishman, who had somehow lost his shirt.

“Think we can get him to buy the next one?”

“Pft, losers buy,” America stated, “that’s how it’s always been. This one was just a gift.”

“So, Mexico’s paying?”

“Hey, I’m advancing. That’s a win in my book. Besides, I bought drinks yesterday!”

“But America won, so who else would buy?” the other two stared at him, “…I already bought the rounds for the loss against Spain!” They kept staring, “You both suck.”

America and Mexico shared a laugh that was infectious enough to get Honduras going too.

Honduras bought the next few rounds, much to his chagrin. Half way through the third, Germany and Prussia stumbled into the bar and announced their victory with free drinks, which the three of them greedily took. From then on, Prussia bought everyone drinks.

Eventually all of the nations in the bar, which ended up also including Australia, New Zealand, Spain, and France, ended up at their booth, which was fine, until England, drunk as a skunk, passed out right there on the table after shouting obscenities at France. America decided it was probably best to bring him back at that point.

“Oh, Honduras,” he stopped to say after he got England securely on his back, “your match is Friday right?”

“Yeah…” he muttered, “Against Switzerland.”

“No!” Spain lunged across the table to drag him into a hug, “you must be careful my lil’ henchmen! He is heartless! Heartless I say!”

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Resolving some UST in the household (Austria or Prussia/Hungary/Belgium/Spain)

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Just like the title says, time for these poor nations to get some, so, I want some foursome within this Hapsburg family. Think about it, you'll understand.

If you choose Austria, make references to the fact that he is married to Spain and such.

If you choose Prussia, make some stabs at the fact that Hungary and Spain are doing this behind Austria's back.

Kinks: Anything related to an orgy- partner switching, double and triple tackling, etc, please.

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(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! But a question, couldn't it be a fivesome, with all of them? xD

Denmark/Norway - Dragon Tattoo

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon would like something based on the Millennium trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), but it doesn't necessarily have to follow the exact plot. Basically, I'd just like brilliant-hacker!Norge with a wicked dragon tattoo and sleuthy-journalist!Denmark working together to solve ~mysteries~. Mixing in other characters (and pairings) would be lovely as well, just as long as Dennor is the main pairing.

Come Fly With Me (UKUS)

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Human AU. Alfred is a member of the US Navy Blue Angels, Arthur is a member of the RAF Red Arrows. Their paths cross on occasion and they exchange barbs, snarks, supposed intense dislike, and a whole lot of UST.

Then Alfred is involved in a fairly serious plane crash and everything changes.

Anon Prefers UKUS for any smut, though explicit smut is not a required element. Any other characters or pairings is up to you.

Blue Angels: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Angels
Red Arrows: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Arrows

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(Anonymous) 2010-08-06 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
*gasp* The Blue Angels?! :D I haven't thought about them in ages! My dad used to take me to Air Shows and stuff where they'd fly~

I hope someone fills this ^-^ it needs to be filled. This is way too awesome of an idea not to be filled!

Voice Kink!

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Nation A is really turned on by Nation B's voice. Smut ensues. Bonus if Nation A is blindfolded during sex while Nation B does nothing but talk.

My personal preferences for Nation B are England or Japan because they both have sexy as hell voices, but it's up to anon :)

Oh, and make sure there's plenty of description of the actual voices, please?

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Seconded! So much!! Especially if Nation B is England ;w; That accent..! *American!anon*

ReCAPTCHA says: response hungary. She wants this filled, too!

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Greece is ticklish behind the ears!

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And another nation gleefully exploits discovers this!
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UK likes to be dominated

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"We [Britain] dominated the world, but also, we like to be dominated." (quoted from a British commercial)

Apparently England enjoys being topped as much as he likes topping.

So. Yes. Nation A dominating the hell out of England and England enjoying it thoroughly. And I don't mean England as a dominant bottom. (which is hot on its own accords, mind you) I'm more interested in seeing bottom England having no control over the situation whatsoever, physically, verbally, WHATEVER-ly. And he really, really likes it.

Please keep it consensual, or at least dubcon, but author!anon can decide who nation A is.

LINK to the commercial:

Bonus: use of whips (purely because of that whip sound in the video) and maybe bondage

Bonus 2: Nation A has always thought England was an absolute control freak. (what with him being an ex-motherfucking British empire and all) Mm, yes, Nation A's in for one pleasant surprise.

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OH god... YES! Seconded!!!

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PrussiaxEngland request?

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
So, I don't remember where, but there was a comment thread somewhere where someone said their headcanon was that Prussia and England had victory sex or something once, and whenever they get drunk, they look back and yell "GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES!" while everyone else wonders what the heck they're talking about.

Someone fic this, please?

Prussia Never Forgets A Good Lay.

(Anonymous) 2010-07-01 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope this is what you were looking for. I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted, so I kinda just did what I saw fit. Quick and to the point?
“Cheers!” The group yelled, filling the restaurant with the chatter and laughter. They often gathered here pushing the tables together and setting down for a few rounds of drinks.
“Speaking of victories,” France said, leaning over the table. “How often do you have victory sex?”
Cuba’s laughter bellowed over the table. “Leave it to Francis to make a comment like that.”
China began to turn red, “Who said anything about victories?”
Prussia locked eyes England, a smile creeping on to his face.
”Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuck Gilbert,” England cried, hands gripping the headboard. Prussia’s fingernails dug deep into England’s hipbones.
“Shut up, Kirkland.” Prussia’s husky voice boomed through England’s ears, he threw his hand around front to finish England off. As much fun as this was, they still needed to return to their respective countries and report the victory. England threw his hand up and grabbed a fistful of Prussia’s hair. Their jagged breath filled the room, breaking only to kiss passionately.
Prussia stopped,
“What…what’s wrong?” England huffed.
“On your knees.” Prussia commanded. He backed up making enough room for England to sit on all fours. Prussia moved England’s knee over to accommodate him, before thrusting deep inside the smaller man.
“Ahh!” England cried, Prussia began to pick up a rhythm, sliding his hand up England’s skinny back.
“Gahh, fuck. Arthur!” Prussia threw his head back.

England smiled at Prussia. They bumped glasses.
“Good times.” They both smiled and laughed. The group took notice of the odd air the surrounded the two of them. “I wonder if you’re as good as you were back then.”
“-What the fuck are you two talking about?” America interjected. England realized they were still in a room of people, and everyone was watching them.
“Cricket. Good old game of Cricket….god so nosy.” England stood up and headed toward the bathroom, looking back to Prussia. Prussia looked over at England. England smiled and motioned for Prussia to follow him. Prussia looked around and stood up, hoping no one had noticed that they were both gone.
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Just like bungee jumping, guys! (GerIta, fail!sex)

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Stamp. So, I was reading a translation for Stamp vol. 6, and Germany says that Italy can ride him, so that he could go at his own pace. Italy is crying and shaking his head and says, "What?! No way! That's like bungee jumping; you can't fall off!"

Pfffttt, lol. So, prompt: Italy attempts to ride Germany, since they are trying out new positions, but each time he gets too excited and falls off.

Bonus 1.) They get really close at orgasming at one point, and Italy falls off at the last minute.
Bonus 2.) They actually do it right in the end and it's a happy ending. Yay!

Re: Just like bungee jumping, guys! (GerIta, fail!sex)

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LOL Seconded so hard

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The Bad Friends Trio and their titles

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Allow me to explain:

France = Country/Nation of Love.
Spain = Kingdom of Passion.
Prussia = ???

So they get into an argument over what the heck Prussia is supposed to be.

Empire of AWESOME, duh!

Nickname = UNawesome

(Anonymous) 2010-06-29 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry anon, whenever I write, I fail. I hope you enjoy it (sorry I stole an idea from you). I also am a perfectionist,'so whenever I write I upload before I can change my mind, so any mistakes are mine. This is probably not what you're hoping for

The first time that Prussia hears France's self proclaimed title, he laughs. He laughs damn hard, thank you very much, because only idiots call themselves something lame and un-awesome like 'the country of love'. So he laughs, right into France's smug face. 

France looks shocked, and mock-hurt. He tells Prussia that he could never understand, and flounces of in the camp way only he can manage.

Later that day, Spain comes to him, and tells him that he had a nickname also. Prussia laughs at him too, because it's obvious that Spain heard France talking and wanted in. 'The Kingdom of Passion' indeed. It sounded un-awesome, to Prussia at least. 

Spain throws a tomato at him, before jumping on his back and wrestling him over in jest. 

The whole idea was stupid, Prussia thinks. Who needs another name? Only complete failures, that's who. (France and Spain had both jumped on him at that, and there was much play-fighting before they were distracted). 

It's only after the fight ends that Prussia feels a tinge of sadness, because, even if the whole name idea was stupid and uncool, wouldn't it be made more awesome if he had a name to go with the one he had been given, like the others?

France and Spain smile when he mentions it, both leaning their shoulders further against his until they were warm weights, comforting in their familiarity. France breathes a question into his ear, and he responds quietly, becoming sleepy with the closeness of his best friends. Even with the fuzz caused by fatigue hanging over his mind, he was awake enough to know that 'Bird Country' was not awesome if you were the epicness that was Prussia. Spain chuckles on his other side, gracelessly throwing an arm around the other two. His suggestion of 'the nation of Good Times' is slightly better, but something about it doesn't seem right. He told the both of them where they could shove their names, but he felt a slight glow in his chest that they were trying so hard. 

Really, thought Prussia, as they drifted into sleep, propped up against each other, having a nickname wasn't too bad. Although that rule only applied if he chose the name. There was only one name that could sum up all that was Prussian about him, after all. 

Empire of Awesome it was. 

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Romano/Spain - Spain likes being on bottom

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Why? Maybe he just prefers it that way or maybe he feels that when when Romano tops, it really shows he's into it and that he really wants it.

Romano feels nervous about it. But then he realizes he likes it. A lot.

Hot hot smut, please~ :P

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(Anonymous) 2010-06-26 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
" Romano... Why don't you ever take any initiative?" Spain sighed, hands over his knees, leaning between his lovers naked legs.

Romano was being his usual stubborn self, Spain had to practically beg for sex, and when they did do it... Though erotic and incredible, it felt like Antonio was always the one doing things. His lips were always around Romano, his tongue in him, his member thrusting in him. " You know... that's not very romantic." Romano rolled his eyes, propping himself up on his elbows. " Just... get on with it or I will." Romano reached up and licked his palm with his flat tongue, before starting to pump himself stubbornly.

Now Antonio usually loved Romano's adorable little stubborn attitude, but today... It just agitated him, something that didn't happen often with Antonio. " Ughh... Romano, do you even WANT to have sex with me?" He grumbled as he withdrew himself. " It seems like I have to force you… you know I'm not one for rape."

Romano chuckled lightly, wincing as little jolts of pleasure wracked through him. " It's not rape you idiot."

" Then why don't you do anything?"

" Look. You are kind of killing the mood here jack ass." Romano nudged his foot at his thigh as Antonio pulled himself off of him, sitting in tomato print boxers at the end of the bed. Romano grunted slightly with one incredibly tight pump. " Either get on me and do it, or get the hell out." He barked at the Spaniard at the end of his own bed.

" Fine." Antonio got up, sighing as he shrugged on his red cotton t-shirt, yanking on jeans.

" Oh come on… Don't be like that." Romano growled annoyed as he watched the Spaniard leave, his hand resting on his member which was growing soft with every passing second. " Antonio! Bastard! Get back here!" He yelled as the door slammed.

And that was how Antonio left.

And Romano found soon after that the Spaniard was distant, sure he still made him Paella every time he came over, and he still shared his house with Romano when he came over, but instead Romano found himself in Spain's empty bed, as he took the couch like a gentleman. Romano even went so far as to do such a an embarrassing display, stripping naked getting in the shower and calling him over asking for more shampoo. He has casually opened the shower, allowing steam to filter into the room. But even THEN, Spain merely look away and handed him the bottle of shampoo. Not even a second glance.

Usually the horny Spaniard would strip off his clothes faster than humanly possible, and Romano would find himself pressed up against the glass of the shower, getting pounded into, conditioner as make-shift lube as Antonio's hips rocked between his legs. But now…

The italian was becoming horny. And it wasn't the type of horny that porn of big breasted nannies, or french maids who moaned "master" could fix. It was a deep rooted sort of arousal that seemed to peak overtime Spain was around. Romano imagined countless scenarios. If he was in the kitchen making him some pasta al burro for his upset stomach, he would imagine him feeding him in bed before taking him slowly and passionately, claiming it would cure his stomach ache or some other stupid reason. Or when they were driving in Romano's red sport car, he imagined Spain sucking him off at a toe-curling pace as they drove in the fast lane, where one wrong flick of the tongue could leave them in a wreckage of steel and burning plastic.

He felt like he was going insane, sinking to the level of the "wine bastard" who frequently tried to get in his and his brother's pants.

And Spain just seemed unresponsive.

Finally… Romano snapped. Enough was enough… If the jackass wasn't going to do anything to him… He'd have to take the situation into his own hands.. right?

It was while he and Antonio were out in Antonio's humid greenhouse picking tomatoes for their pasta, Romano was fingering one of the ripe tomatoes, trying not to squish it in his hand from sexual frustration as he turned to Antonio. He had hit his last straw, and he could feel the weeks of burning tension within him just explode. Words began leaving his mouth.

" Strip."

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Anything goes historical Revolutionary War

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
July 4th is coming up soon, so I would really love historical Revolutionary War stuff. Anything goes, so long as it`s historically-based! (Ie. No “jerk-America hurts moe-England” or “America regrets winning the war”, etc., and it should tie in actual historical events or people if possible.)

Gen is fine but should anon wonder about preferred pairings, OP likes France/America, Canada/America, and England/America.

Road to Revolution [1a/12?]

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Shoddy title is shoddy. This is the same Anon as above. I hope you don't mind the long lead up into the war.


I - The Seven Years War: Or that fight America started because he wanted Ohio Valley

France always knew of America's existence, even before that Bastard-England made the child his colony. However, just because France knew of the little monster's existence did not mean that he wanted anything to do with the boy. The child was not profitable to him in any way because it was all... land, and neither France nor his people really cared to leave their homes and become settlers. The notion of living anywhere but in his own home in France was one he never liked to entertain. Instead of venturing south, France stayed in the north and minded his profitable fur trade with Canada's very attractive mother. It never even occurred to France to waste his time meeting with England's little colony, because any ward of England's had to be a distasteful little demon.

France's supposition of the boy being an impossible little monster was proven correct when the prepubescent brat came storming up to France's Fort Duquesne, decorated in a soldier's uniform as if he were preparing for battle on a beautiful spring day in 1754.

The little colony stopped a few miles away and watched the fort for a half the day before he retreated into the wild.

"Sir, there's a group of British militia in the swamps. Your orders?"

France looked over the fence of his fort and over to the swamp. He was fairly certain that he could see the tiny colony hidden behind a shrub in a misguided attempt at stealth. France almost wanted to laugh because America was not very good at hide-and-seek games. "We're not attacking unless provoked, Captain. Please send Jumonville with a small group to tell them to go home."

"Understood, Sir."

Except Jumonville and his company never returned to the fort. France heard a volley of gunshots and knew with a sinking certainty that his men had been killed. From his perch in the fort, France coolly watched the colony build a decrepit encampment in the swamp. The fortress looked as if it were going to collapse at the slightest hint of a breeze. France wondered whether that insufferable England knew his colony was trying to play the big boys' game in shoddily built forts.

France knew how to play the game all too well

"You are trespassing on land belonging to the great British Empire," America told him, all bright-eyed and demanding, as if he were a little nation in the making instead of a colony. "Get off my father's land or prepare to be vanquished."

France stared at the pernicious creature who barely reached the height of his shoulders. He bowed his head slightly, just until he was eye level with the boy. America crossed his eyes and glared at France from the point of his nose. Without further warning, France flicked the child on the forehead.

"Ow!" America yelped in pain, covering his forehead as he stumbled away from France. "What'dya do that for?!"

"You are America, that uncultured England's colony, aren't you?" France asked, grinning at the child who pouted petulantly at him.

"Yeah, and what of it?" America huffed, crossing his arms over his vested chest while he scrutinized the wavy haired blond with growing defensiveness.

"You look exactly like my little Canada," France said. "So I don't want you getting hurt. Will you please return home?"

America scowled and hurried back down the hill, glancing back only once to shout at France. "You haven't seen the last of me, you French Fiend!"

"Au revoir!" France called after the running child, waving genially until America was out of sight. When finally alone, France's amused facade dropped. His hand curled into a fist as his lips thinned into a thoughtful line. Although America had been tactically weak because of his youth and inexperience, something about the entire incident left a vile taste on France's tongue. Colonies did not start fights with other nations--who did that self-righteous brat think he was to claim New France belonged to that distasteful England?


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France/Spain - Raising Baby!America

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AU! Spain kicks Englands ass and conquers the New World, but he and France come to an agreement and decide to split America.I want Mommy Spain and Daddy France taking care of baby America. <3

Bonus: France/Spain smexings between daddy and mommy is so want. (In that order pwease >.>)


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Because it's adorable and not so far-fetched ^^
and because Spain/France, yay

'attempts windsurf'. I can see America doing that, but not this early on xD

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Germany/Italy, boot fetish

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Already a Germany/Italy request. Damn fast! xD

Your mission is simple beautiful writer!anon- Germany taking Italy, who has nothing on but a pair of boots. Emphasis on how skin feels/looks versus boots and a sexy position that also points them out (like doggy style, legs spread missionary, etc.)

Bonus request- This is sort of smutty, but if you could somehow put this image into the story, I'll love you forever- http://karen.saiin.net/~if/cgi-bin/blog/diary.cgi?no=144

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*Bonus request- This request is sort of smutty, but if you could somehow put this tender image into the story, I'll love you forever- http://karen.saiin.net/~if/cgi-bin/blog/diary.cgi?no=144

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Trapped In The Big Brother House?

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
All the main hetalia characters get captured and are forced into the big brother house. Hell unleashes...

Bonus 1: Some smex in the bed. *Blush*
Bonus 2: The tasks, (If there are any), involve something perverted.
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France/Spain - Dub/Non-Con Shota!

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Based of this fic (http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=15037912#t15037912) in which Rome conquers Young!Hispania (Spain) and has sex with him.

Ok, I want a young!France to get jealous by the sudden affection Rome shifts to Spain and away from him. So he fucks Spain (who is still a virgin).Hard. How you approach it is up to author!anon. :D

Shota is love please. <3


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This has been my headcanon since forever <3

[US/UK/US] Mattress Shopping

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
America and England goes shopping for a new bed because their last one broke dues to some--AHEM--unforeseen physical activity. While in the store they figure that it better to test the candidate bed out for sturdiness.

Bonus: Getting caught yet continuing is hot.

In case you didn't get my drift. I'd like them to have sex (hard and rough is preferred) on as many display mattresses as they can. Thank you anons.

Oh Those Horny Teens

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Alfred heard his own pants and slight cries of pain and pleasure come from his mouth. Normally, he would try to hide it in a library or a museaum, but according to his body, sex on a bed means privacy, which means that he could be as loud as he wanted when Arthur's dick was in his ass. But they were still in the store, albiet the back storage room, so Alfred still had to control hmself ever so slightly. He felt blood begin to well up on his lower lip.

Arthur leaned over, still thrusting with the same rythem, and tried to wiggle his fingers in Alfred's mouth. When he was denied access, Arthur gave a scowl and forced his fingers in. Alfred gave in and began sucking, on stopping when he gave a cry of pleasure, which was often.

Alfred knew he was about to come, and tried to keep it back, but it was too hard of a want, so he arched his back and--


The two men broke their gaze from the other, Alfred's hand flying to his cock, tryng to stop himself from coming in front of the store owner. The store owner was a woman with black hair tightly tied to a bun. Her blue sleeveless dress reached the floor. She looked Asian.

"Exactly what the hell are you two doing?" She demanded, sounding and looking furious. Arthur blinked in her direction.

"Having sex to test the sturdiness. What's the issue?" He calmly asked. She glared at him in confusing fury.

"'What's the issue'? Customers are complaining about the sex noises coming from the storage room! You aren't supposed to be having sex here!" she shouted.

"But we don't want to buy the matress, have it break, then toss it out." Alfred said. "Besides, it's not like anyone can see us." She blew rage out of her nose, hands on her hips.

"Fine. But if I see one stain on the matress when you two are done, you're paying for the whole fucking thing!" And with that, she spun on her heel and stormed off.

Oh, PWP/microfills. How I miss you so.

I'm on my iPod, so I can't do much with it concerning the fill list. I ask someone to please post it there. c:

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England/Spain "I want sex. Only sex"

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
England have a lovers fight with America. Spain have a lovers fight with Romano.

Both former colonies are not talking anymore to their couples cause they are really pissed off with them (because they are being childish or just because they are angry). This fight is taking too much time and the bad fathers (because they are men) have needs (and obviously the other two are not going to satisfy them). Both notice their similar situations and decide to do 'something' about it.

If I am not being good with the indirect, summary: I want England and Spain having really kinky sex while saying the names of America and Romano respectively. And neither of the two is annoyed about this.

Bonus for human names!

England/Spain "I want sex. Only sex" [part 1]

(Anonymous) 2010-06-24 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Day 17 of being in the dog house.
Current status: Antonio and Arthur are watching porn.
Status of Groin: Blue balls

" And he says ' I don't want to see your god damn face again, jack ass' and slams the door on me." Antonio sighed, tossing a pretzel into his mouth. " You'd think Romano would be over it after what- seventeen days?" He sighed again for what was probably the tenth time in an hour since Arthur invited him over.

Arthur lolled his head to look at the Spaniard. " At least he spoke to you." He grumbled, beginning to pinch his brow in frustration. " I finally know how the lad feels. Matthew that is. It's bloody awful." They both sighed at once and it filled the stagnant air that was broken only by the sounds of men grunting from the screen.

" How long has it been?" Antonio asked, watching as the man began penetrating the smaller blonde over and over, a close up of his stretched rim.

" Weeks."

" Try a month."

" Month?" Arthur stared confused at the tanned man across his couch, his thick eyebrows knitted. " But your fight was only two weeks or so."

" Romano's a tease."

Their conversation of self pity is interrupted as they hear a click from the DVD player as Antonio shift on the couch, his behind hitting something hard, and suddenly the room is filled with long throaty moans and the sounds of skin hitting skin. It all sounds to real, to feral to be that of porn. " Ohhh~ Arthur! .... N-Ngghh... T-THERE!" Both of the men's wide eyes meet each other and Antonio watches in fascination as Arthur's usually calm and stern face cracks into flames.

There, on his TV screen is a amateur looking porn video, starring none other than himself and his boyfriend Alfred. Arthur has his fingers deep in Alfred's wheat coloured hair, yanking his head up to look at the camera. The corner of his lips are wet from uncontrolled saliva, his eyes are glazed over, his glasses askew. Arthur is ramming deep within him, letting Alfred swallow him whole. The whole scene was dimly-lit, poor shot from a tripod and most importantly.. incredibly arousing.

Arthur stifled a little gasp of horror. " I- I-.... fuck." The brit shielded his horrified face from the Spaniard. " I can explain."

" No need." Antonio chuckled. As he gazed at the movie, then back at Arthur, who seemed to have a stubborn blush on his cheeks. He looked back to the screen and laughed mentally as the other two were doing it doggystyle, and it seemed to be pretty bland and normal sex, but it was driving them wild on screen. He knew Arthur and Alfred to have pretty bland taste buds, so it came at no surprise… He mused at what Arthur would be like if he was introduced to the latin way of making love. He and Romano when Romano allowed it, were doing it in cars, on the kitchen counter, as he drizzled Romano's most sensitive parts in honey or letting gelato melt off the italian and swiping the sweet treat off his nipples or between his legs. They had tried reverse cowgirl on the rim of Romano's bathtub, and sixty-nine with Romano's legs wrapped around Antonio's neck. Hell, he was the country of passion!

He glanced back over to the smouldering blonde brit who squirmed a little in his seat. " You know…" Antonio began watching as Alfred slid a tongue over his lips. " This makes me kind of horny…"

" Oi! Antonio!" Arthur shrieked slightly, snapping his head to look at him. " I understand that we are both pretty deprived but… have some class. That's me and Alfred!"

Antonio tossed a playful smirk. " Don't try and tell me you aren't turned on by watching you and your boyfriend." He glanced down at his pants and noticed the brit's pants were growing tighter with each cry from TV Alfred. " See…"

Arthur scowled. " As are you."

" That's only because you and your boyfriend makes me think of mine and Romano's sex." Antonio tossed a hand lazily into the pretzel bowl and fished one out, chewing happily, and casually.

Arthur swallowed heavily. " So…. we both are deprived."

" And horny!" Antonio chimed in.

" So…" He filled the silence past Alfreds screams of "I'm gonna' come!"

" Wanna?…."

Arthur seemed to swallow his pride and nodded.

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Red Baron!Germany and Ace Pilot!America fall in love during during WWI. Don't care if there is a happy ending or not, but there must be dogfights!

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My bird was up and raring to go by the time I had made myself presentable. I took a moment to see her from all angles - her three wings standing high, her nose lifted proudly, and her two guns glinting dangerously in the pale morning sunlight. 

I stopped for a moment to inspect her wounds. She had several, but that was to be expected - her kill yesterday had not been easy. The enemy had put up a worthy fight, before falling. They all fell. Baron Ludwig von Beilshmidt did not lose in the air. 

I noticed my squadron's planes being wheeled out. They were hard to miss. My fellow pilots had painted their planes all the colours of the rainbow to match mine. Each plane was a different colour, just as each pilot flew differently. Only mine was red. The colour of danger. The colour of the blood I had spilled, and of the blood I had yet to spill. Our enemies called us the 'Flying Circus' - or so our intelligence forces said - and mocked us at great length until we began gunning them down. After that we were worthy adversaries. 

Today was clear and cool; there was no sign of cloud or plane. As me and my bird began to climb, I realised that I could see for miles. This was a perfect day to fly. 

I ran a hand through my blond hair, and turned my dearest, my bird, my companion to the north. To England.

hey OP, this is the anon from above. Feel free to attack me in any way you see fit - I've spent far too long holding this, and I don't even know why. I'm really sorry. I think the plot thing threw me :) and then I started reading about the baron, and he really had a rather interesting life. More parts will come (probably slowly I'm afraid) :(


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Canada/Ukraine - AU of sorts

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Hunter Canada x Wood Nymph Ukraine.

Canada sees Ukraine in the woods while hunting and ends up searching for her. The search gradually turns into a hunt which gradually turns sexual in nature. The two have sex once he catches her if he's successful.

finding. ( 1 / ? )

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the woods are alive;
we all know it, we've been told the fact since we were very little.

so you have to be careful;
there are vengeful spirits waiting to punish you, if you displease them.

but they aren't all bad;
not in my opinion, at least, but then again i've never had a run-in myself.

see, my family's pretty docile;
like me. my father had a hard time teaching me to hunt, just as his father had.

but it had to be done;
and now that Dad is sick and Alfred's out of the running, I provide for the family.

Alfred might be the better choice;
at first glance. really though, he's flighty and too big-hearted and loud and stupid to hunt.

me, i'm quiet and contemplative;
I wait, I watch, I think. I am careful. more often than not I bring home a good dinner.

so I know these woods well;
at least I thought I did. I grew up here, among these trees, this earth, this place.

but really, I never knew of her.


we (meaning myself and a couple other young men from my villiage)
were out hunting for deer when I got, inevitably, separated from the group.

it happens pitifully often, unfortunately. that which makes me a good
hunter makes me pretty easy to lose. not that I mind much, i'm a

good tracker and survivalist, so when I realized everyone had gone, I
sat down to get my bearings so I could find my way back to camp.

it was peaceful too, and beautiful, so I stopped to admire the scenery;
the way the light fell through the trees, the steady creep of moss on a

treetrunk, little creatures re-emerging after having been disturbed. obviously
they think i'm no threat to them, but that's just as well, i'm really not.

anyway. I'd gotten lost in my thoughts, hadn't even opened my pack yet,
when I heard a soft kinda voice, right near my ear. it startled me right

out of my idyll; I snapped into something of a 'flight mode' when the
voice said something again. don't be scared, hunter, I don't mean

any harm to you; you've never harmed
us, have you? and -- she?
giggled softly. it took a moment before I realized. the nymphs!

I looked around but only saw the still grove around me; no surprise,
they're spirits after all, they don't necessarily have to take their

human forms to talk... still. wh - what? I stumbled over my word,
very smoothly, already red in the face. the nymphs are known

to be picky, only choosing the most handsome of men to give
their attention to, seeing as they are splendid creatures, themselves.

they must be messing with me, I decide; or it's some other
spirit, trying to lull me into security... I know what happens when

men listen to the Sirens.... but no, the voice continues to whisper
softly; once I recognize the words, I realize that she's directing me

back to camp, or at least telling me how to get there. how nice,
a helpful nymph. never heard of one of those before; am I some

sort of special guy, or something? huh. I think this over as I sit
just as I have been, completely still and half at-the-ready. I think

the nymph takes this differently; I hear a rustling, a heavy rustling
like something big is stepping out of the bushes, and then there

is this definitely gorgeous creature, all completely soft curves and
straw-colored hair and gentle eyes, taking my hand and bag and

leading me out, away, and headlong into an endless realm of
fantasy, love, and obsession.


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America/Prussia/Denmark - Bromance

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm requesting anything concerning America, Prussia, and Denmark involved in an epic bromance. Any genre is fine, although a touch of humor is preferred, and smut isn't a requirement.

Bonus: There is a great deal of casual touching and a distinct lack of physical boundaries between the three.

America/Prussia/Denmark - Bromance [Part 1/?]

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One of the terrible downfalls of Prussia, Denmark, and America being in the same room together was, perhaps, the clash of egos that ensued. Their quieter counterparts; nations like Germany, Norway, and Canada knew of the consequences of placing the three together. In fact, you could say it was an unspoken rule amongst the nations to keep the threesome apart.

However, Denmark and Prussia would usually manage to evade catch in order to enjoy a few pints of good beer. And that was all good and dandy; Germany, being the strict and orderly person he is, kept a good reign on the situation by frequently checking up on his deadbeat older brother and his... friend.

But like any other busy nation, Germany had other commitments to attend to. Paperwork to do, dogs to be walked, intense physical training, and Italians that needed as much supervision as a two-year old. So, it wasn't any surprise that Germany couldn't ALWAYS keep an eye on his older brother.

And that, my friends... was how the chaos started.

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Prussia/Austria, clean rape (?)

(Anonymous) 2010-06-23 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Prussia tries to have non-con sex with Austria in a public bathroom, the thing is Austria is more worried about the unhealthy conditions of that place than the situation itself

bonus if a wild cockroach appears

mega-bonus!! Austria convinces Prussia to move to a cleaner place

A Time and A Place 1/2

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Prussia had never seen anyone sit like that before, like they were trying to avoid touching anything, including what they were sitting on. It was actually funny as hell, although it was also really damn frustrating.

"Hey, just order a drink already." He demanded, nudging Austria pointedly. The aristocrat recoiled practically before Gilbert's elbow even made contact.

"I fail to see any reason I should do so." Austria stated flatly, pushing his glasses further up on his nose with a single elegant finger. Prussia stared incredulously, for just a moment.

"Uh... how about because it's a bar?" He suggested in a tone as dry as a desert. It was going to be really hard to get Austria drunk if he refused to drink anything. Not that Austria being drunk was really necessary for Prussia's plans, but it would make things easier. "Hey, wait a second, where're you going?" Prussia slid off the stool he'd been on to follow Austria, who was already delicately picking his way across the dingy bar. It was pretty late in the evening, so most of the other patrons had either gone home already or passed out on the floor for the night, and Austria was taking especial care not to soil his boots by stepping on any of these unfortunate drunkards.

"The bathroom." He replied shortly, shooting a highly disapproving look back at Prussia, who scoffed.

"What? We just got here a few minutes ago!" He pointed out, still tailing the other.

"And already I feel the need to wash my hands. Honestly, I don't know why I let you drag me here in the first place. It's disgusting." Austria hissed, pushing open the door to the men's room, and stopping dead. "Oh dear God..." Prussia peeked over his shoulder.

"What? It's a bathroom. Isn't that what you were looking for?" He placed a palm in the small of the Austrian's back and gave him a good push, sending Roderich stumbling into the less-than-pristine lavatory. Austria was lucky enough to catch his balance fairly quickly, stiffening against the rancid odor in the bathroom and turning to face Prussia. Prussia, who had just stepped in and shut the door behind him, pushing in the lock with a very solid click!

Austria did not like the look on the other Nation's face. Prussia's customary smirk had changed from infuriating to predatory, and the way his ruby eyes glinted in the dim lighting had Austria backing up swiftly until- his back hit the wall, and he leapt forward immediately with a wince, looking back in horror at the streaks over the cracked and stained plaster. He had just touched that! Austria shuddered and looked down, and wished he hadn't. If he hadn't known any better he'd have thought the tiles on the floor were as old as he was, and they didn't look to have been cleaned so much as once since they'd been laid down. There was a highly unpleasant sheen to them that had nothing to do with polish and everything to do with a substance Roderich didn't want to identify that was seeping from under one of the stall doors. Austria felt ill.

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