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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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England/America + France/America multiple personality disorder

(Anonymous) 2015-04-20 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur has a secret he has alter personality named Francis Bonnefoy that comes out during times of stress. His secret is soon discover by Alfred! I liked the idea of a love triangle.

Any curbstomping a human OC.

(Anonymous) 2015-04-20 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm having a frustrating time and would love to take it out by seeing a nation or two or three graphically beating the everloving hell out of a human who thoroughly deserves it. Not a real person, please, that's a bit creepy in context. A war criminal, maybe?

UkFr - Xxxholic crossover

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur comes to the dimensional witch shop 3 times. The first two to ask her to save the man he love and the last time to give her the payment she asks for.

- First time: French revolution-Francis needs to change or be replaced-meet Yuuko, and ask her to save him-Arthur takes the full price because it's against Francis' wish
- Second time: end of WW2-Francis cannot heal (for whatever reason)-meet Yuuko and Watanuki, ask her to save Francis-both nations have to pay the price but not immediately
- Third time: current time-both bring the payment to the shop-meet Watanuki and tell him the payment is for him

- Francis is unconscious or unknown during the first two times.
- The story focus on the devlopment of France and England relationship through out history

Note: if author wants, he/she can bypass the xxxholic factor, and just go with the 'Arthur need to pay serious price to save Francis' life' is fine as well.

Canada/Seychelles - size difference kink

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Canada and Seychelles make use of their palpable size difference for interesting sexual purposes, or positions.

Bonus: wall sex emphasizing how tall Canada is in comparison
Bonus 2: human AU

Any/America - omegaverse and pregnant sex

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
What it says on the tin.

Loving and slow sex while America is pregnant. Belly workshipping and lots of kissing and touching please.

I like most pairings with America but my favorites are Canada/America and Russia/America.

Bonus 1 - scent kink, it is omegaverse after all.

Bonus 2 - breast milking if America is far enough in the pregnancy to be leaking a bit.

Bonus 3 - A Bit of loving possessiveness for being the one to have gotten Alfred pregnant

Netherlands/Turkey the many uses of olive oil

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Title says pretty much what I request. It can play in the now-time but I'd prefer the past (when does not matter!).

Bonus : Turkey tops (and Netherlands minds at first but then doesn't anymore)

Turkey/Greece - One More Night

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
A Turgre fic based on the song One More Night by Maroon 5. I'd prefer a situation like in the lyrics, and not like in the music video where the woman silently leaves the house. Though, I wouldn't mind them having a little baby girl.

Germany/Spiders- scat collecting

(Anonymous) 2015-04-21 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
goggling like spiders cling on Germany's butt waiting for poop, just like dung beetles on elephants

bonus: a vacuum wielding Prussia

the clean pests

(Anonymous) 2015-10-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing like a good jog to loosen up the bowels after a hard day of work, Germany thought as he pulled down his trousers and planted his ass on the toilet seat. He relaxed, thinking of how he would unload the big lump of waste in his colon just like the stress of the day.

Then he clenched as he felt a disturbance on his buttocks. A crawling sensation that sent shivers up his spine. He sat up and looked into the toilet...

What he saw was an infestation of thousands of tiny little arthropods, with bodies like spiders, but possessing two bulging eyes shifting every which way.


Prussia rushed into the bathroom with a grin and roll of fresh toilet paper. "Hey, calm down brother, I've got you covered!"

Then Prussia noticed that wasn't what his brother was screaming about. He gasped as he dropped the toilet paper.

"I got this, I got this!" Prussia breathed as he ran to get the vaccuum. "Just stay still, all right?"

Germany clenched his ass with all his might as he felt the goggling spiders climb up his calves, then his thick muscled thighs, then clinging to glutes and crawling across his crack. The creepy crawlies made strange clicking and hissing sounds like "skrt! skrt!" and Germany felt he was about to go insane and his sphincter was going to spasm any second now.

Prussia switched on the vacuum full power and laughed maniacally. "Go home, hell spiders!" he shouted as he tried to suck up each morsel attacking Germany's toned ass.

"Skrt skrt SKRT!" the spiders hissed. To Prussia's shock, they escaped the suction of the vacuum and ran inside Germany's buttcrack attacking the hole.

"UNGH!" Germany grunted as his anus shot an enormous smelly turd right onto Prussia's ugly metalhead shirt.

"NEIN!! MY SHIRT!" Prussia screamed.

"Skrt skrt!" the spiders seemed to click enthusiastically.

At lightning speed, all the spiders crawled up to Prussia's shirt and began to gather the rancid feces. One by one, they rolled up their own little spheres of poop with their tiny legs and escaped back into the toilet. By the time they were finished, Prussia's shirt was clean and good as new.

"Wow," said Prussia in awe. "We need to keep those little guys around...they're beneficial to our ecosystem."

"No, fuck you, I'm getting an exterminator," said Germany.

America (or Germany or Sealand) - younger nation realises nations go mad as they age

(Anonymous) 2015-04-22 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
The longer a nation has been around, the more horror they've experienced. As a result, they gradually go a bit peculiar mentally and emotionally. A younger nation like America, Germany or Zealand slowly realises that the eccentricities of older nations, which he wrote off asharmless/annoying quirks, are aactually due to trauma and dysfunction. And he'll end up the same way.

Every Little Hurt [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
“I’m hungry,” America whined. And he had forgotten to bring his snacks! He couldn’t believe he had left the whole bag sitting on his hotel bed. He’d bought chips, snickers, flapjacks and even a whole chocolate cake (or two)! And it was all in his room in this time of need!

England shot him an exasperated look. “You had ten burgers for lunch!”

“But that was an hour ago~!”

The older blond deigned it better to take another sip of tea rather than reply. With his free hand he ruffled through his papers to find the topic that Germany was currently on.

America pouted and flopped down further over the table, scattering his own papers helter-skelter. One dove right over the edge of the table, only saved by Canada’s quick reflexes. His brother sighed and placed the errant page back onto the table between them.

The American blinked as a small package fell in front of his nose, making him go a little cross-eyed. A moment of perusal revealed it to be a pack of rice crackers. He shot upright, hands already tearing the clear plastic packaging open even as he looked around curiously for the source of the gift.

“It’s from China,” Canada whispered to him, and sure enough when America’s eyes went to the Asian man seats a few seats down, the older nation gave him a small nod in acknowledgment. He returned it with a grateful thumbs-up while stuffing one of the crackers into his mouth.

A bit further down, South Korea’s eyes lit up. “Hyung, I want one too!” he called a little too loudly, attracting Germany’s glare as he read his report. The brunette quietened at that, but still continued to make flailing silent gestures at China. The elder rolled his eyes before extracting another pack from his sleeve.

“Ve~ China, can I have one too?”

“Me too, China, por favor!”

Soon all of the nations seated nearby (including some across the table) were clamoring not-so-quietly for snacks. A small smile toying at the edge of his mouth, China drew a few more out of his sleeves before somehow pulling a whole bag of various goodies from somewhere on his person. Several gleeful hands reached for it before a large hand clamped down on the paper wrapping.

Guilty eyes looked up to meet Germany’s ferociously furrowed brows, and many shrank away (some with a snack or two, which they hurriedly consumed).

“No eating during the meeting. I’m confiscating this,” the stern blond ground out.

China’s hand shot out like lightning to latch onto the bottom of the bag. He smiled placatingly at the German. “Come now, Dé Guó, there’s no harm done, is there? I’ll just keep the food and we can continue-aru.”

Germany frowned. “I think it’s best if I keep it away until the end of the day, it’ll just be a distraction for certain people.” A pointed look was thrown in Italy and America’s direction, among others.

It took a harder tug than expected to extract the bag from the older nation’s grasp, but he turned back to his seat with the sweets which he placed beside his bag on the floor.

The younger nation didn’t notice how China’s hands, half hidden in his voluminous sleeves, clenched tightly as the bag left his hands.


The meeting dragged on after that, but a strange static hung in the air. Eyes darted between China, whose face had gone frighteningly expressionless, to Germany who was resolutely flipping through his notes. The younger nation could feel that something was off, but his logical mind pushed it away as he called for Australia to step up to the podium.

The disruption came, surprisingly, in the form of Ukraine. She stood suddenly without any warning, her chair pushed back with a clatter. Seychelles, who had been doing her best to forge on with her report despite the uneasy atmosphere, let her voice trail off to watch the unfolding spectacle. Heedless of the eyes that followed her, Ukraine strode right up to Germany’s side. The younger blond looked up with some confusion at her approach.

“Give it back.”

Germany frowned. “What-”

The usually gentle Eastern European nation’s eyes flashed with something painful and dangerous. Her voice was like bloodied steel. “Give China back his food.”

“I don’t-”

“No, you don’t understand! Give it back!” she almost screamed, hands latching roughly around his collar. She recoiled a moment later, hands coming to cover her mouth. Large violet eyes sparkled with tears and something wild even as she shook. “Give it back…” she whispered in a raw, almost imperceptible tone.

Russia made as if to rise and comfort her, but then settled down again, knuckles white from the force that he dug his fingernails into his calloused palm. His whole form was tense as he watched his sister unblinkingly.

France, seated beside Germany, leaned to scoop up the bag and handed it to Ukraine with unusually serious eyes. The stoic nation turned on him at his action.

“France!” he snapped disapprovingly.

The older nation didn’t back down, meeting the irate German’s gaze unflinchingly. “Let it be, Allemagne.”

“It was disrupting the meeting! We won’t get anywhere without some order!”

“Don’t act as if you rule the world when you know nothing, child,” Belarus sneered.

Germany surged to his feet, bristling at the slight.

Russia did stand then, moving between his sisters and the angry German. His customary smile was almost plastic in its fakeness. “Nyet, I’m afraid I cannot let you pass, little one.”

A hand on his shoulder stopped Germany from doing anything he might regret later. He turned to meet liquid brown eyes. “Germany… Please don’t fight,” Italy pleaded quietly, and Germany was struck by the age in his eyes that reflected the look in Ukraine’s before. Turning back again, he saw a shadow of the same in Russia’s violet gaze, unable to be completely hidden beneath his mask.


America’s gaze swept the room bemusedly. The entire atmosphere had gone absolutely toxic in its tenseness. What was wrong? Why was such a fuss being made out of one little bag of snacks?

Glancing to his right, England’s hand had stilled halfway to his teacup and green eyes watched the face-off yet didn’t seem to be completely seeing it. The frozen moment didn’t last for too long though, the Brit reaching for his tea and taking a sip. America wasn’t sure if the older nation’s grimace had to do with his now cooled drink or something else.

He looked to his other side. Canada was watching the proceedings with a small thoughtful frown. America nudged his brother. “Hey, you know what’s up with that?” he whispered.

Canada was silent for a while before answering, but whatever he might have said was cut off by a voice from his left. Ireland’s eyes were like depthless green pools they couldn’t look away from. Or no, pools weren’t the right description. It was more like gazing into a dark well as you fell, not knowing if there would be water at the bottom.

“Have you ever experienced, lad, the feeling of your body trying to eat itself from the inside? Of a hunger so strong it no longer feels mortal, but the fires of burning hell? Or perhaps the thought that your body, finding nothing to eat, might be feasting on your people instead? Because you can feel them disappearing – in tens, in hundreds, in thousands.”

America bit his lip.

He remembered running excitedly to the port at the news that ships from Europe had arrived, only to be greeted by haggard, haunted skeletons. He had felt some of their pain like a phantom twinge, but they had been still too connected to their homeland back then for him to fully share their experiences.

Canada remembered sneaking over to Grosse Isle despite his leaders’ advice to stay away. He remembered wondering involuntarily if he had fallen into hell instead. He’d nursed the ill, buried the dead, mourned when ships brought more dead than living. He remembered holding the hand of a dying woman, feeling her fingers so brittle under his own. Even with her voice so weak, she told him of her three children who she had sent in a ship before hers, because they only had the money to pay for their journey back then. She drifted away while dreamily imagining how tall and strong they must have grown now. Canada’s throat had been too clogged with tears to tell her that he had never felt them reach his shores.

“It’s a fear that never goes away,” Ireland whispered half to himself.


Germany’s eyes turned to the opposite side of the table, and he couldn’t believe how blind he had been.

China’s front had collapsed, and he leant with his eyes closed against Japan’s shoulder as Vietnam threaded her hands through his hair, murmuring soothing words they couldn’t hear. His eyes opened as Ukraine came to him, holding the bag as if it was filled with priceless gems instead of little Chinese sweets. China, with trembling hands, took the item from her and clutched it to his chest. A hand reached out to grasp her hand as he mumbled out his thanks over and over again. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to return to her seat. Her brother stood there beside it, and his eyes rose from the ground to meet hers.

Russia stared at her with such haunted eyes she wanted to weep. She knew that he had never forgiven himself for the Holodomor, even though she had never blamed him for it. She stepped forward slowly, like how one would near a wounded animal. It was only when she traced her hands along the sides of his face so gently, nothing but love in her gaze, that he finally broke down. The other nations looked away, uncomfortable, as Russia fell sobbing to his knees, embracing his sister like a lifeline.

The Asian nations who had collected around their brother looked up warily at Germany’s approach, some unconsciously stepping closer protectively. The German winced at the distrustful stares, a reminder of all the wrongs he had done, knowingly or unknowingly. South Korea might even have stepped between them if not for China straightening shakily to meet Germany’s gaze with a strength that made the blond feel so, so young. The elder shook his head.

“I-It’s stupid-aru. Such a little thing, and I…”

Nein,” Germany said, falling back into his native tongue in his discomfort before correcting himself. “No, I was at fault. I did not realize the depth of my actions, and for that I apologize.”

China gave him a wan smile. “I forgive you. You did not know. It’s a blessing of the young-aru.”

He called for the meeting to be adjourned then. The nations filed out of the door gratefully, many heading down to the bar for some fortification. Germany himself pretended to be busy sorting out his papers, declining Spain and Italy’s offer to join them, but in truth he just needed something to do and after a while his hands stilled as he stared blindly at the pages. China’s words echoed in his head.

A blessing of the young, he had said.

He remembered a time when all he had wanted to do was grow up, and had told his brother as much. “Nah, you don’t really want to grow up, West,” Prussia had replied with a chuckle, ruffling his hair in a way that made the younger pout.

Germany hadn’t believed him back then.

But he did now.


1) China has gone through many of famines over the years, most notably being the Great Chinese Famine (1958-1962) with a death toll of 43 million people and the 1907 Chinese Famine with 25 million dead.
2) Holodomor is Ukrainian for "extermination by hunger", and refers to the man-made famine in Ukraine (1932-1933), thought to be a deliberate move by Soviet leader Stalin to eliminate the Ukrainian independence movement.
3) The Great Irish Famine (1854-1852) was caused by a potato disease that ruined the potato crop that was their staple. It resulted in mass emigration from Ireland, primarily to the North America

Hope you enjoyed this story! While writing it, I was like "Well that escalated fast." O_O It went from America whining about being hungry to the entire meeting falling apart. Gosh.

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America/Any - Tutoring incentive

(Anonymous) 2015-04-22 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
AU (or canonverse if you can make it work) where America is tutoring someone in a subject of your choice (though I'm partial to math nerd America, myself), but he has a rather...unconventional method.

Or, America sexually teases but won't fuck the person until they get whatever it is they're working on right.

Only things I require are that America must top and it must be consensual. Go wild with the rest!

Re: America/Any - Tutoring incentive

(Anonymous) 2015-04-27 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Would you be ok with stablished relationship? Or at least history of fooling around before?

How about Alfred using this method only with this particular person?

Also any preferred pairs?


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Denmark/any Begging

(Anonymous) 2015-04-22 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to see Denmark being taken hard. Preferably doggy style with elements of bondage if possible. He is very vocal about it and begging is involved (either initiated by him or the other depending on what you decide to write)

Although I am more for consensual or dub/con noncon is also alright with me but only if it is not written like noncon is good or Denmark being at fault or some shit. But I really prefer dub/con or consensual.

I do NOT want "any" to be the following nations, please: America, England, Germany, Canada, Norway, Iceland, Finland, Russia. Sorry for the long list.

Bonus: Pain play and a blindfold is involved

Re: Denmark/any Begging (Possible A!Anon)

(Anonymous) 2015-05-25 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
HI! I would want to write this ASAP. However, do I have the freedom to set him up in a romantic relationship with any of the countries you didn't want him to bottom for? Don't worry, they won't be topping him, it's gonna be someone else.

My idea is that the countries are in very open relationships.

I...I just wanna make it clear that the one he is in a relationship with is in your 'should not be ANY' list but I promise you he would not be the one topping our hunky Danish man-slut. None of the men in your list will be fucking him.

(Fine, I was thinking if America to be his bf, but Denmark still gets pounded by somebody else. It's going to be minimal, promise.)

PWEASE SAY YES *Sparkly begging puppy-dog eyes*

Any/Any- The nations sometimes forget what they are.

(Anonymous) 2015-04-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Every now and then during history nations would for brief moments, maybe a few months or years at a time, forget that they are nations and live "human" lives. If this is something that happens to help them keep in touch with their citizens, the times, or just something that has no explanation is up to the filler. It's generally considered to be polite behavior of other nations to leave those who "zone out" alone at least for some time and conduct business more through their current boss.

So two nations who otherwise wouldn't get along end up having this forgetting experience at the same time, meet, become friends or possibly fall a bit love.

Bonus 1: Showing the experience of a nation noticing that he or she is about to "forget"
Bonus 2: Showing instances at different point throughout history
Bonus 3: At some point the nation in question was very sad to remember, but another time he or she was incredibly happy.


(Anonymous) 2015-04-23 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have any pairing preferences? I'm thinking maybe FrUK or AmeGer, if that's alright with you.


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op again

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Ensemble - tl:dr of their country

(Anonymous) 2015-04-23 02:12 am (UTC)(link)

The countries discuss their shorthand histories (above link).

Bonus: Someone suggests that Italy makes shoes now perhaps because that is the shape of the country! (a boot) Someone else asks if that means Sweden lives off sex industry since Sweden is shaped like a penis. (a lot of looking at Sweden)

Minifill (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2015-04-27 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Well they've mine all wrong. I'll tell you what mine is - blond Germanic pricks telling me what to do."

"Yes, could you possibly say that a bit louder? I don't think they heard you on the other side of town."



"Bastards, ye. I only swapped one out for the other. Never mind all the shite about potatoes this and famine that and not minding my money. In the simplest fucking terms - blond. Saxon. PRICKS."

"Ireland, for God's sake, sit down! You're drunk!"

"...That'd do as well."

Nyo!Prussia/America - Femdom and Breast Worship combo

(Anonymous) 2015-04-24 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'm looking for a smut fic that centers around Alfred having an obsession with Julchen's awesome breasts. Julchen uses this as a reward to have her way in the bedroom, and allows him to do as he wishes to them only after he has satisfied her urges, like sucking, biting, massaging, and even fucking them. Very light BDSM with Julchen being the dominate partner. What Julchen desires before he gets what he wants is up to the author. This would really make my day since it's my ultra secret pleasure ship, and I thank whoever may take it on in advance.

1. Dose of plot?

2. Alfred having a habit of burying his face in Julchen's breasts and carrying her around, much to the chagrin of their friends and associates.

3. Loving/fluffy aftercare moment in the shower

Any-Living with serious injuries/disabilities AU

(Anonymous) 2015-04-24 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
As a disabled person I would like to read an AU (or nationverse even of you get an idea), with a character living life to the fullest despite limitation. Doesn't have to be super accurate so don't stress about that, I just want something awesome.

Bonus:war injuries
Bonus 2: support groups those are actually super fun imo

second and might fill.

(Anonymous) 2015-04-24 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Does op has any specific wishes concerning characters or disabilites? Anything you'd really like or anything you'd rather not have.


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Your Eyes [1/2]

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Francis/Arthur - lust at first sight, adultery

(Anonymous) 2015-04-24 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I am a bad person for wanting this...
But I want Arthur and Francis cheating on their boyfriends/girlfriends with each other on the first night they meet. Like their other halves are great friends and they decide to have a double date.

Bonus: if it's gonna be not only lust but love as well I'll be happy.

Re: Francis/Arthur - lust at first sight, adultery

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it's been too long since i last came across some fruk with an edge to it

Any-Cheating leads to significant other swap

(Anonymous) 2015-04-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Complex so bear with me. So say A/B and C/D are two separate couples only A and C work together and end up having at the very least and intense emotional affair that ultimately blows up in their faces. While B and D are reeling from this reveal they become revenge friends (or revenge friends with benefits) and figure out they really, really like each other. They can't even remember what they SAW in A and C, and things work out (mostly) in the end. Make it dramatic or sort of romantic comedy like or a mix whatever inspires you. You, of course, can fudge the details but I would like the core concept to be there.

Bonus: While B and D are understandably pissed and get their hate on, A and C aren't really bad people really. It takes two for a relationship and their originals weren't working.

Bonus 2: The blow up scene comes during some kind of group gathering.

Super Ultra Bonus: I would take any combination of characters but my dream team would be Germany/Japan and America/Italy at the start with endgame being Germany/Italy and America/Japan.

Re: Any-Cheating leads to significant other swap

(Anonymous) 2015-05-16 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude yes. I will totally get on this.
It might take a bit, though. I'm write kinda slow. :)


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South Italy/other - Spain is a fangirl

(Anonymous) 2015-04-26 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Spain and South Italy's relationship is familial, but Spain decides he wants to see Romano romantically involved with other people (because it is so cute!). Cue Spain getting REALLY pushy about Romano seeing particular people.

Bonus: The Bad Friend Trio gossip about who their little brothers would look cutest with.

Bonus 2: Romerica

Prussia - Teutonic Order monk bullshitting other monks

(Anonymous) 2015-04-26 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Prussia when he was Teutonic Order telling other monks loads of bullshit. Based on this:


Belrus/Russia, Eastern Bloc/Belarus - tension relief, dub/non-con

(Anonymous) 2015-04-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Russia has a problem. Okay he has a couple of problems. One of them is all his subordinates/satellite states who are growing more and more testy, and he has to calm them down somehow. The second is his obsessive stalker of a little sister, who is seriously creeping him out, even if she is very beautiful and would do anything for him.

...Hang on...

So Russia offers Belarus to the rest of the USSR/Eastern Bloc/Warsaw Pact (I don't really mind who exactly you use, it just depends on how many OC's you can be bothered with) to "work out their tension" on. Belarus is honest scared out of her mind and doesn't understand why she has to do this, but goes along with it for her brother's sake.

Might fill

(Anonymous) 2015-05-03 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
But it'll be several degrees of tragic. Is there anyone you ship or don't Belarus or Russia with or can I go with whoever I want?

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Canada/Anyone: Canada's creepy hockey player stalker shrine.

(Anonymous) 2015-04-27 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
As it says on the tin. Canada's got a secret shrine to all his favourite hockey players of yesteryear (Gordie Howe, Patrick Roy, and ESPECIALLY Wayne Gretzky), like the Hockey Hall Of Fame, but more disturbing. We're talking jockstraps and pillows and shit he's stolen from hockey bags and hotel rooms.

And someone, anyone at all, accidentally bumbles into Canada's private little museum to his permanent hockey hard-on. I don't care who it is, though hockey-playing countries are preferred, and someone who wouldn't know Canada too well would be extra-preferred.

Bonuses are:

-An entire room dedicated to a golden thirteen-foot-tall statue of Wayne Gretzky, possibly naked and carrying the Stanley Cup.

-Canada doesn't know they're in his personal museum, and catches them while they're looking around.

It can be more than one someone taking a peek- just give me Canada being a bit TOO in love with those great Canadian hockey players. I'll love you forever.

Re: Canada/Anyone: Canada's creepy hockey player stalker shrine.

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This made me laugh, so I'm going to go get my nerd on and write something for you.

Canada's Shrine, 1/3

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Loud angry Nation - Taking anger management class

(Anonymous) 2015-04-27 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Any nation known for being loud and angry is forced to take an anger management class.

Re: Loud angry Nation - Taking anger management class

(Anonymous) 2015-04-28 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Not OP anon, but would op think a double sided nation having to take these classes would be cool too? Like Russia or Spain being so happy and then flipping suddenly and not knowing how to keep calm?

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Bad friend trio - Proving why they were empires

(Anonymous) 2015-04-28 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nowadays, France, Spain, and Prussia look and act like a useless bunch of idiots, so many nations, both old and new, forget that each of them used to be an empire once in history. What I want is that for whatever reason, their empire-side are brought out, e.g. being powerful, dangerous or cruel..., and they manage to remind other nations once again why they were feared during their time of power.

- The young nations are scared by this side of them, even the new power like America, Germany, etc.
- Their relationship can be platonic or romantic, but they should have a very strong bond with each other
- If France is in any relationship, I prefer him bottom.

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109% seconded

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LietPol - Wedding Night Mayhem

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd like to see Poland and Lithuania's wedding night, under one condition: NO SMUT. A contradiction, you say? No, a challenge! I mean, we all know exactly what they're doing anyway, so the physical part doesn't actually need to be written. Basically, I want teeth-rotting fluffy sappiness and no descriptions of what their bodies are doing.
Bonus: It was a tradition in some European countries that when a ruler got married, the court would stand around and watch the wedding night to make sure the marriage was consummated. So, bonus for nosy courtiers, Poland being shy, and badass!Lithuania kicking everyone out.
Bonus: Poland is a virgin. Lithuania is not.

Re: LietPol - Wedding Night Mayhem

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here, a clarification on the no smut thing - kissing's fine, but I don't want to read about anything below the waist :) I want the whole night and their reactions to getting married, not just the sex.

Genderfluid!Spain/Dfab!Romano - first date

(Anonymous) 2015-04-30 06:32 am (UTC)(link)

I would really like to see a fluffy sort of fill with Genderfluid!Spain and transboy or non-binary Romano going out on a date together. All I ask is Romano was designated female at birth (dfab) and is post-transition if transgender and confident in himself and that Spain is dmab. Family conflicts are up to you, as is any continuation of this past just a first date.

Bonus: Spain in a dress or something else feminine.
Bonus: Feli is the one who sets them up on their date
I also just want to say, I'm sorry if I accidentally said something wrong or offensive. I'm still not great with terminology.

Re: Genderfluid!Spain/Dfab!Romano - first date

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A/n: Forgive me if this is horrid, this is my first time filling and I generally write angst. I just couldn't resist.

Lovino double checked, then triple checked the address. So his date really did mean Carriedo's, a restaurant run by his best friend's family, who, ironically, was also named Antonio. He straightened his tie and took three deep breaths; if he could tell Nonno and Feli he was a boy, he could get out of this car and go on this date, damn it.

Lovino shakily opened the door and got out of his car, trying to look as tough as he felt scared. Apparently it was working- people were avoiding him as he walked in.

He was a little surprised to see Mrs. Carriedo waiting to seat people, it was usually Antonio's job at this hour. Before he could open his mouth to question, Mrs. Carriedo whispered in a not-so-quiet voice, "Antonio is on a date. Table three if you want to visit, since the date isn't here yet."

Lovino felt his heart stop, then start back up again. "A-actually his date just arrived," Lovino mumbled, half in shock. Mrs. Carriedo practically squealed and yanked him over. His earlier shock was nothing compared to the beautiful surprise of actually seeing Antonio (or rather Rosalia) in what had to be the most beautiful red dress he'd ever seen.

​​​​​​Lovino looked at his best friend, cheeks as red as that dress, and said, "I take it you're a girl today?" She nodded, her own face red. Lovino sat down across from her and nervously played with his napkin, "Sorry if I kept you waiting."

​​​"Lovi, we've been friends for years, and you're early. Are you really that nervous?" she asked, raising a concerned eyebrow. A couple at a nearby table were openly staring at her now, shocked by the deep voice she had. Lovino pressed down the urge to curse them out with everything he had.

​​"You're just really fucking pretty and shit," he managed, not wanting to admit that yes, he was nervous as hell. Rosalia laughed that weird 'Fusososo' that Lovino had grown fond of, and pulled him into a crushing hug, effectively knocking a Tabasco sauce and ketchup container over and the nosy bastards out of his mind.

"I'm really glad it really is you," Rosalia said, laughing with joy. Lovino raised an eyebrow, but decided that he could ask what in the actual fuck that meant later, for now he'd just let the hug happen. He liked hugs anyway, no matter how much he'd deny it.

Whe​​​n Rosalia finally let go, Mrs. Carriedo returned (how had he not noticed her leaving?) to take their orders. First date or not, Lovino was having their spaghetti, the only Italian thing on the menu, and, as always, Rosalia happily echoed his request with a grin and a wink sent Lovi's way.

Lovino suddenly paused, then looked over. Had Rosalia been flirting with him all these years? Damn stupid Spaniard and their damn stupid cuteness. Lovino should have noticed sooner.

It wasn't long before the food arrived, and the time was filled with horrible, horrible puns on Rosalia's part, and desperate pleas for no more jokes on Lovino's end, which wasn't exactly abnormal. The meal itself was awkwardly silent, though. In fact, the only words spoken were, "Do you want me to take you to the park?" and "Sure, tomate".

​​​​​​The silence stretched into a good part of the walk, but Lovino had managed to gather the courage to grab Rosalia's hand. This time, Rosalia broke the silence by asking, "Is it weird knowing that I'm fluid?"

Lovino shook his head, "I had already figured you were, I just thought you were too oblivious to realize it." Rosalia pouted at him, fake hurt on her face and laughter in her eyes. Lovino chuckled and paused in his walking, pulling her to face him.

He hesitated- was this the right moment?- then took a deep breath and leant in a little bit. She did the same. And then they were awkwardly kissing, Lovino a little too shy and Rosalia a little too excited, rhythms mismatched, and yet both would later agree that it was the best kiss they'd ever had.