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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Any/Any - Three Days Grace Songfics

(Anonymous) 2017-04-23 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much what it says on the tin. UsUk, GerIta, Spamano, PruCan, SuFin, PruHun, PruAus, UkrHun, BelLiech or DenNor works fine with me. Can be either canon or Human!AU.. As the title suggests, this is available for multi-fills.

Genderfluid Countries

(Anonymous) 2017-04-28 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
The Nyotalia characters aren't just alternate, genderbent versions of the canon ones. Nor are they separate characters entirely.

No, the Nyotalia and canon characters are literally one and the same.

In a world where patriarchal societies are the norm more often than not, personified nations usually present as male. But they have always been and always will be genderfluid, as their people have not ever been solely comprised of men.

In times when women had risen and stood up for their place in society, or whenever there was a strong female ruler, or simply because they felt like it at the time, nations had always followed suit with the changing times (or personal preference) and presented as female.

In present day, where it's generally accepted that men and women are equal (social complications notwithstanding), the nations just do whatever the hell they want and are pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. Most nations have a preference that they usually stick with (like Hungary who is almost always in her female form), but even so, France could be Francis for months and suddenly be Françoise for a week, and nobody really cares enough to make a big deal out of it. Because every nation is the same way.

I don't need anything smutty, but just give me a nation not being bound by one gender. Whether it's to connect with their people, or simply because the new shirt they bought yesterday is gonna look extra good on them as a man/woman.

Bonus: the countries have nonbinary forms too, but they don't use them very often due to the population being a minority. (Nations like the the Native American tribes, however, were often nonbinary)

Bonus 2: the countries have different approaches regarding their male and female selves. America's "Alfred" and "Amelia" are pretty much the same personality wise (the only differences basically being aesthetics and a few subtle tics from the culture), but the reason why Italy is so timid as "Feliciano" and so headstrong as "Felicia" is because he has a stronger sense of separation between the two. In truth, Italy has been brave as Feliciano and a scaredy-cat as Felicia before, but that was before he decided to make the distinction.

Also... I do hope this prompt isn't offensive to anybody. If it was, and if anyone has any suggestions to make it less offensive, then please tell me!

Fill [England]

(Anonymous) 2017-05-17 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
Interactions between the nations and their humans is a particular interest of mine, and so this prompt caught my fancy the moment I saw it. I hope you'll like my short fill!

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Maurizio arrived outside a certain townhouse in central London at precisely five minutes to eight, perfectly in time with his daily schedule. From inside his coat he drew out his pocket diary, deftly flipping the planner open to the most recent entry just to serve as a quick reminder of the day’s plans. The row of townhouses with their pristine white walls glowed in the morning sun on this rare cloudless day, and he took a quick moment to smile at the sight. The front door swung open right on the hour, a blond figure emerging from the house and locking the door with practiced motions before walking down the few steps to street-level. It was a routine they had down to a tee, running like clockwork every workday morning to the minute if not down to the very second. Maurizio snapped the planner shut, tucking it back into its pocket as he lifted his head to greet his nation.

And found his voice completely locked in his throat from sheer confusion as instead of familiar sight of England’s tousled blond hair, a young lady with long twin-tails breezed past him instead, modest heels clicking neatly against the pavement.

“Good morning, Maurizio,” the lady addressed him in clear, clipped tones that were as familiar in content and cadence as they were unfamiliar in pitch. “What’s on my schedule today?”

It took Maurizio two beats to realise that he had unconsciously turned to follow her as he did with England every morning, body drawn automatically into the familiar motions. His steps stuttered the moment his mind caught up to his actions, grinding to a baffled halt.

The lady turned back to look at him at his inelegant stumble. He opened his mouth to question…something, anything, who she was, what she was doing here, why he felt such a strange sense of right yet wrong.
But the moment he moved his eyes to her face, he was instead greeted by one delicate eyebrow arched in such a recognisably familiar manner that it blew all rational lines of reasoning away, leaving one single point of startled certainty.

“M-Mr. England?” he stammered.

Unmistakable emerald green eyes stared back at him, clear amusement shining in them.

“Normally people would address me as ‘Miss’ or ‘Ma’am’ while I’m in this form, but whatever suits your fancy, I suppose.” Pink glossed lips quivered with suppressed laughter in juxtaposition to her controlled prim tone even as her eyes continued to twinkle. “Come now, Maurizio, let’s be off. I’d like to get some work done this morning before my meeting with Her Majesty and we certainly aren’t getting any done with you gaping there.”

Maurizio drew his jaw back up with conscious effort at the gentle reprimand, cheeks heating with sheepish embarrassment. He cleared his throat as he ran through the routine of rattling off the morning’s schedule in a valiant attempt to regain normalcy.

If he stuttered more than once along the way, England was at least kind enough not to tease him about it.

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“You do look lovely today indeed, my dear.”

Smiling brightly, England obligingly did a twirl to show off her forest green dress with its lace sleeves and full skirt that billowed in silken folds around her knees. She’d complemented it with matching green satin ribbons in hair and a simple string of pearls around her neck.

“Kate picked it out for me just last week, I simply had to wear it today to see you,” she confided as she escorted the Queen to her chair at the tea table before taking her own seat. Her eyes danced suddenly as she remembered the morning’s events. “I may have forgotten to warn Maurizio about it beforehand, I’m afraid,” she admitted at the Queen’s questioning look.

Elizabeth’s eyes crinkled at the corners as England retold the tale of her assistant’s shell-shocked response. “Now, dear, it’s unkind to tease the poor young man.”

England’s smile dimpled irrepressibly, not even the slightest bit contrite. The Queen shook her head fondly.

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Somehow my characterisation of fem!England ended up a little more cheerful and mischievous than classic Nyotalia England, really a bit of a mix between the designs of Nyo!England and 2P!Nyo because I wanted to give a light-hearted feel to this fill. Nevertheless, I hope you liked it!

Character Notes: Maurizio is England’s (human) personal assistant, first introduced in the Christmas 2010 manga strips and given a name in the Halloween 2013 strips. He’s the grandson of Howard (the Spy) from Aberdeen and a nice Italian girl he met during his spy days. The Queen is of course Queen Elizabeth II, and the ‘Kate’ mentioned here is none other than Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge. One of my headcanons is that England (in any form) doesn’t really have much of an eye for fashion, and has a few tried-and-true timeless classics that s/he takes out for important occasions. S/he isn’t averse to the occasional shopping spree every now and then, however, and has spent many a happy time in the modern day poring over dress catalogues with Kate.

OP

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Re: Fill [England]

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Re: Genderfluid Countries

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Re: Genderfluid Countries

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The Asker

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Romania/Bulgaria - Howl's Moving Castle

(Anonymous) 2017-04-28 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A human/magical AU where Bulgaria is turned into an old man by the Witch/Wizard of the Waste and becomes a cleaning lady at another wizard's house (Romania) during a fantasy version of World War I.

Bonuses:
- Turkey as Calcifer
- Moldova as Markl
- Ukraine/Belarus as the Witch of the Waste, or Russia as the Wizard of the Waste
- The "there's no point in living if I can't be beautiful" scene

Re: Romania/Bulgaria - Howl's Moving Castle

(Anonymous) 2017-05-05 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded! Especially with Ukraine as the witch!

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Russia & other(s), death, angst.

(Anonymous) 2017-05-02 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
If a nation really does become one with Russia in the sense of being subsumed into his culture, that other nation will die. That's why the others find him so scary. He doesn't know this, and innocently wonders where his friend(s) went.

Any/Any/Any: Roommate Shenanigans

(Anonymous) 2017-05-05 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Three roommates are in a pre-established polyamorous relationship. They all have weird quirks, however, which makes living with each other kind of strange. Shenanigans ensue. OCs, nyotalia are fine.

possible a!a

(Anonymous) 2017-05-05 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
This looks like an interesting prompt! Do you have any specific pairings in mind? I was thinking of writing Vietnam/Nyo!Korea/OC!Fem!Philippines.

Re: possible a!a

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^^^^^

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Czech/Slovakia - Consummating their marriage

(Anonymous) 2017-05-06 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
After Czech and Slovakia's wedding ceremony, they head to the bedroom and compete in the wrestling match of love ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ °).

Re: Czech/Slovakia - Consummating their marriage

(Anonymous) 2017-05-08 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
SECONDED A THOUSAND TIMES OVER MY FELLOW VELVET PAIR LOVER

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America/South Korea + North; mistaken for abusive.

(Anonymous) 2017-05-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"[...] and confirmed that this "rape" by America was more of a "friends with benefits" sort of thing [...]" - http://www.cracked.com/personal-experiences-1400-5-things-you-learn-growing-up-in-and-escaping-north-korea.html

Mental images of North either trying to be a hero or masturbating to their own terrible fanfic about it. South and America are oblivious and/or confused.

(I like girl North best, FYI.)

Cont of Who Slept with Alfred Jones

(Anonymous) 2017-05-17 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Several years ago, someone wrote a fill titled Who Slept With Alfred Jones but it was never completed. I would live for someone to finish it if possible.

Canada/Fem!America-Drake &RiRi

(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a weird request but I had to get it out of my head. I was looking at the music video for Work by Rihanna and I was hoping somebody could make a fic about dancehall/clubbing. I would love for their to be oc's of the Caribbean or any part of North America really. This can be super sexual or just light hearted fun, it's up to the creator!

America/any of the canon female nations - "McChicken Princess"

(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon was reading this, and couldn't get the image of the writer being America out of my mind.

https://twitter.com/xturnstile/status/863268699691667456

No preference to whether it's nations/human AU.

Ladonia/Kugelmugel Fluff

(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ladonia and Kugelmugel get left alone and don't act like normal teenage boys would in that situation.
Bonus if there's paint and/or kissing involved.
(This is my first time doing this, please let me know if I'm doing anything wrong)

Re: Ladonia/Kugelmugel Fluff

(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
SAME PERSON AS THE ORIGINAL POSTER I JUST FORGOT SOMETHING
Other Bonus: Human names Erland (Ladonia) and Johann (Kugelmugel)

Any/any, captivity, parody.

(Anonymous) 2017-05-21 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I love twists on the usual rapefic scenarios, and I remembered today a line from the old webcomic Gorgeous Princess Creamy Beamy about how the antagonistic Usaginari do things with regards to fair treatment of prisoners:
"So, okay. One of your rules for taking people prisoner where you're from... is you have to let them have sex with you if they want."
"Of course! Dear Lord, we're not barbarians."

Ensemble; LGBT+ club in which plot happens.

(Anonymous) 2017-05-25 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the idea of those AU fics where the whole cast is a high school QUILTBAG club, but nothing ever actually happens in them except for boring high school romantic tension and gayngst. Can I have something where everyone is some type of queer (het relationships between bi/ace/trans/NB people count) and are also doing something? Even something cheesy like hunting down the local ghost or pirate treasure legend or holding a concert to save the orphanage. Just something!

Potential A!A

(Anonymous) 2017-06-17 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Would OP be okay with just the micronations? I have an idea for them.

OP

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The Rulers of Earth and Sky [0a/?]

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OP

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Fem!England + Fem!/Sealand - Sibling Fluff

(Anonymous) 2017-06-05 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
In my opinion, I think Alice is a much kinder sibling to Sealand than Arthur is. So, I'd like someone to write some sibling fluff happening between the two of them. Can be Fem!Sealand or just regular Sealand. I'd prefer canon but Human!AU is fine too.

Her First Meeting [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2017-06-16 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
{Apologies from A!A: it’s not my best quality work. But I really hope you enjoy!}

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They’re on the bus en route to the Ritz, England and Sealand, sitting on the top deck at the front. The yearly every-country-is-obligated-to-attend-world-meeting starts in an hour and Alice is terribly late. She’s pondering an excuse about her delay (though she knows that she should have integrity, like a proper British lady), when Sealand interrupts her thoughts.

“Al, what are world meetings like?”

England rolls her eyes. “You’ve been to several, Paige. I don’t see why you’re-“

“Those aren’t real ones,” she insists, bouncing her notepad against her knee. A fountain pen is clutched in her right hand and she taps the cap against her thigh. “The ones that I went to were with the G8 and Deryn, Moira, Kathleen, and Connor.”

“I think those could still count.”

“When I was with the rest of the British Isles you all got raging drunk with France and I had to call Amelia and Madeline. Britta and Tarja got super mad-”

“Leave François out of this!” England turns a bright red, suddenly crossing her arms over her chest.

“And Erna wouldn’t leave me alone because she thought I took a sip of booze too!”

“We promised never talk about that meeting, remember? And anyway, you’ve went to plenty of G8 meetings.”

“Yeah, but that’s ‘cos you made me go to testify against the Axis. I’ve known all of them since the end of World War II. Heck, they’re in every major meeting today! The one today has all of the countries!” Her eyes light up. “I mean, is it true that the ASEAN hoards all of the rice at the reception and the SADC organizes these really epic football games? Or is it true that Mexico, Brazil, and Argentina bring a giant TV and they watch those really dramatic soap operas with Spain, and then she starts crying because someone finds out that another person was their father?”

“Paige…”

“Or how about North Korea? Is it true that he just sits in the corner glaring at everyone while angrily eating noodles? ‘Cos that’s what Katherine told me.”

“This is why I don’t bring you to meetings.”

“Why not?”

“You talk too much.”

Sealand sticks her tongue out and then starts doodling on her notepad while whistling an old sea shanty. Alice stares out the window, and everything’s quiet for a few minutes.

“Alice?”

She snaps out of her daze. “Yes?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

She looks down at her younger sister, who’s now fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. “What do you mean?”

“What if they think that I’m…”

Sealand suddenly becomes silent.

“Think you’re what?”

“What if they think I’m a joke?”

England is quite taken aback by this.

“Where did you ever get the idea of that?”

“We’re not normal like the rest of the countries. I’m just an iron fort, Erna lives in the Internet, Hanne doesn’t officially exist as a country, and Charlie’s too uptight to take seriously. What if they think we’re only stupid kids?”

“Sea…”

“What if they don’t take me seriously?”

“Sealand.”

The younger nation looks up. Alice stares down at her, then puts her arm around Sealand’s shoulder.

“Listen to me. I wouldn’t have brought you here if you were going to embarrass me. I know you can be annoying and you’re quite pushy and hyperactive-”

“Thanks a lot, British jerk.”

“But you’re going to do great. Just keep your head up, okay?”

Her shoulders relax; she smiles slightly. “Okay.”

The bus stops in front of the Ritz and the duo get off. The meeting is about to begin.

Addendum [1.2/1]

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A!A

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England/Male Nation - The perfect baby daddy

(Anonymous) 2017-06-08 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea where this request came from, but it seemed pretty funny in my head, so here goes:

England's former babies are all grown up, have left the nest, and have become independent nations in their own right. This realisation has left the former empire with a huge case of empty nest syndrome. Being that he's a 'motherland' and not having any little ones to smother dote on just doesn't feel natural to England at all, so he decides the only way to fix the situation is to have another baby! However in order to achieve his crazy desire he's going to need the perfect partner to father it with him...But when the other nations find out what the Brit is up to chaos and hysteria ensue.

If England actually finds the perfect nation to farther his child or not is up to anon, also whether or not the story continues into England having a baby or not is also up to anon. Looking for something that's more crack than anything else, and any male nation is fair game apart from any of England's former colonies or France. Random crack rare-pairs are loved. Just want to emphasise that England is only interested in finding the perfect baby daddy, and not a lover or romantic interest. Although if that does happen that's a bonus. Smut is also a huge bonus, as well as England being overly cynical to his potential partners to the point where man-hoods are questioned and souls are crushed. The more bruised egos the better. XD

Multiple fills (written or drawn) with different (or the same) pairings are very welcome!

Any/Any Hurt/comfort in relationship with rulers

(Anonymous) 2017-06-10 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Since the country is a personification, how about them being hurt - physically or emotionally – by any event, be it a natural disaster, a battle defeat or anything else, and the ruler of the time helping matters, whether with a kind word, a cup of preferred beverage or some physical relief.
Bonus: the event being historical and not recent (I’d rather not remind anyone of the current state of worldly affairs) or the nation in question being helped by another nation’s ruler.

Re: Any/Any Hurt/comfort in relationship with rulers

(Anonymous) 2017-06-19 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have any preferences on nations? Because I'm thinking multiple parts with multiple nations, one-shot apiece.

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Borderlines [1/5]

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S.Italy/N.Italy/fem!Turkey

(Anonymous) 2017-06-12 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Turkish women loves Italian men ;)

Shaky Legs And Infatuation (1/1)

(Anonymous) 2017-09-18 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12657159/1/Shaky-Legs-And-Infatuation) (I hope that you like my fill to your prompt.)

Dilara couldn't help stopping and staring wide eyed at them; she was stronger than this, dang it.
She sighed, but her eyes were so drawn to their suits and could hear the way they talked to each other.
Dilara wanted to lean forward and smack them silly, but most importantly she wanted to pull them closer by their ties and kiss them.
The Turkish woman sighed, already regretting the bubbling desire to go up and say hello, to pull them close, nice and tightly and kiss the living daylights out of them.
She tried to stand tall and strong and ignore that impulse like she had been lately, but the younger of the two looked over, his eyes bright and wide, and had the audacity to wink at her.
Her legs were like jelly as she stepped closer and worried a hole into her lip with her teeth and wondered if it was really okay to head over to North and South Italy.
She'd talked to them both plenty of times before, but always it left her wondering if she could just lean over and kiss them; they were both such flirts that it was unfair.
Dilara stepped closer, finally close enough to hear the vaguest of Italian before they switched to English; Feli had on a brilliant smile while his older brother only had on a half smile as if he was charmed by her presence but not over the moon from it like his younger brother was.
The difference between them both had her heart racing, and she wondered vaguely if she could step closer now that they seemed so happy and content and kiss them like her life depended on it, but she felt frozen even though she'd never considered herself to be fearful.
Feli smiled at her and spoke up them, "I'm so glad that you could make it over here, Turkey, amore." The last word was new to hear by her name and even though it was an Italian word or perhaps because it was, her heart raced beneath the surface, and her face flushed slightly.
Lovino smiled back at her at her reaction even though he hadn't caused it and stepped closer; her heart seemed to still as if perfectly alert to what he was doing.
His fingers delicately brushed her hair back as he leaned in and kissed her, sighing into her lips, "You don't know how long, I've wanted to do that."
Dilara was dazed as she stared up into his eyes as he carefully pulled away from her, looking just a little apologetic for stealing a kiss without asking her first.
She wished that her fact wasn't so red as she pulled him back over to her, fingers tightly locking in his hair as she really kissed him this time, memorizing the soft way he gasped into her lips.
Turkey took control without so much as a second thought or glance; she was a strong woman and shouldn't feel so weak. Her pride refused to let her stay weak and nearly shy.
Feli pouted, looking positively left out that a breathless Turkey only noticed when she pulled back from his older brother and finally stepped closer, wishing to erase that pout from his face.
"May I?" She remembered her manners last minute and vaguely wondered if she shouldn't have just kissed his brother so suddenly without asking if he'd let her.
"S-Si." The little answer made her chest feel warm as she stepped closer and gingerly kissed him, taking her time, already aware that while Feli was energetic, his romanticism extended far further than any aggressive kissing would.
Dilara carefully looped her hands around his overcoat, feeling more at ease kissing him like this, gently growing more passionate, giving her heart just enough time to slow its sledgehammer pace in her chest.
Feli reminded her of the daylight, sun seeping in on a warm and brilliant day while his older brother reminded her of the storm that she couldn't help but savor each drop as it fell on her and challenge it to knock her down.
She gently kneaded her hands into his sides before finally giving up on that thought and carefully ran her hands slowly through his hair.
Dilara could barely breath under the feeling that made her heart feel bigger and stronger than ever as she pulled away and smiled at Lovi who had at some came to stand beside him.
She sighed; this time it seemed to be the only way to express her utter contentment as she reached out to bring Lovino closer, surprised when he and Feli kissed her at once.
Dilara had no idea whose pair of lips was which anymore, not as she clung to them both rather desperately for balance, not as her eyes fluttered closed and relaxed, and definitely not as her heart raced in pure joy.
She was happy though as the kiss deepened, she could barely tell whose mouth she was exploring, barely tell whose passion made her veins light up and could barely tell who she liked more.
Turkey felt more content than ever before in her lifetime kissing these two men and hoping that it would simply last forever.

Prussia/Switzerland, slow burn

(Anonymous) 2017-06-16 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Where Prussia is in love with Hungary and Switzerland is in love with Austria, and Hungary and Austria become a couple. Prussia and Switzerland find out about each others' situations, grow closer (possibly taking comfort in each other), and eventually fall in love.

Bonus: Hungary and Austria are exes of Prussia and Switzerland respectively
Bonus 2: We get to see Germany and Liechtenstein reacting to their siblings hooking up

Thanks!

OP

(Anonymous) 2017-06-17 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Not bad Anon. Also, may I ask, did I detect a hint off
Implied Nyo!FrUk? If so, that's good as Nyo!FrUk is the only kind of FrUk that I ship.

Re: OP

(Anonymous) 2017-06-17 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry wrong one.

Young Romano/ milf nyo!spain - pregnancy

(Anonymous) 2017-06-19 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabella Fernandez in her fourties impreganted by her young boyfriend. She never imagined being able to have a child.

Bonus 1 : (pregnant) sex scene or conception kinks. because milf Nyo! Spain is sexy af
Bonus 2 : nyo bad touch trio with Françoise and Julia making fun of their poor friend who can't drink alcohol in a bar (and basically the whole having children thing)

France gets made fun of over the 3-Ring Binder Stories.

(Anonymous) 2017-06-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Someone finds these: http://jupirock.livejournal.com/
The author appears to have a thing about Frenchmen, but knows nothing about them and seems to often confuse them with Germans. France and Prussia are probably to blame somehow.

Any; "The Day It Fell Apart".

(Anonymous) 2017-06-25 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Nations, preference if it's a pair or small group who really don't get along at all, working together, taking charge, and saving human lives after a massive disaster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4y802_Ot-k

Possible Author

(Anonymous) 2017-06-29 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Any preferences on nations? And does it matter if it's historical or if it's a future fic?

OP

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Your OT4, suicide attempt, "Black Water".

(Anonymous) 2017-07-01 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompting with a Leslie Fish song again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyopyxnxdAs
Each verse is sung by a different character. Put whoever you like in those roles, and have them meet at the jump spot and successfully solve the problems which drove each other to it.

Any/Any - Evanescense Songfics

(Anonymous) 2017-07-06 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much what it says on the tin. UsUk, GerIta, Spamano, PruCan, SuFin, PruHun, PruAus, UkrHun, BelLiech and DenNor would be nice. Either canon or human!AU.

Missing 1/2

(Anonymous) 2017-07-13 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
((Darn character limit! I'm hoping that you'll like this fill despite it only having hints at pairings. This is canon, kinda.))
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It was like any other day, Feliciano thought with a small smile. A small smile that never met his eyes. An overcast sky kept everything from being truly bright, which was just fine. It really wouldn’t be fitting if the sun was shining after all. Finally, he got out of bed, breaking himself out of his trance-like gazing out the window. He took in a deep breath as he did, only to sigh it out as he stretched. Everyday passed, and he felt less and less of himself being here. Sometimes, he almost thought of dressing up like a ghost, just to see if anyone would notice him. He could hear Spain downstairs, talking excitedly with his brother. His brother, whom Feliciano loved the most and the longest in this world(mind you, a completely familial love despite their odd habits from when it was just them), whom Feliciano wished nothing but the best for… His brother who would soon be alone in a way. Feliciano got dressed, something fitting for today- a black button up with long sleeves to hide the parts of him that really weren’t there. There were… Gaps… Like burns marks on paper, but instead of black edges, glowing white. Dust sprinkled from them if he shook his arm, and one day when Feliciano was in a mood, he swung around to only have glowing white dust fall, settle, then disappear. Like he would. But today wasn’t a day to spin and twirl. The gaps were too big and too many, til it was hard to move and going down steps felt like a game of chance- which step would he completely fall apart on from too rough of an impact. After putting on black dress pants, shoes that would surely make noise as he walked, and adjusting the iron cross he never took off, ever, not since he got it from Germany all those days, he was finally ready to leave.
Please, please forgive me. But I won’t be home again. Maybe some day you’ll have woke up, and barely conscious, you’ll say to no one,
“Isn’t something missing?” Antonio looked to Lovino as he spoke. For some reason, Lovino couldn’t shake a sad, mourning feeling, like the time he lost that one actor of his that was well-loved… But it was so much more intense. Personal. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone should be here and they weren’t. “What do you mean Lovi?” Lovino turned to him, sighing and shaking his head. “I… Have no idea.”

Feliciano left the house, unnoticed, and took a walk. He could safely walk across Switzerland’s yard now, the man never even noticed. Once or twice, his little sister would, and today she was out. Feliciano stopped, deciding it would be… Too much of a giveaway if he didn’t stop and try to say high. “Morning bella!” His cheery voice gained a bell like tone each day, like it rang out with the church bells instead of truly existed on it’s own.
Lichtenstein looked around, unable to place the sound she just heard til it rang out again. She could have sworn when she looked there, he wasn’t there before, but there was Italy. He was dressed in all black, but had a bright smile. “Morning Italy. Out for a walk?” Feliciano nodded, smiling sweetly to her as he walked over. “Si! I was ah, going to see if Germany or… anyone really, wanted to go out for a walk.” Lichtenstein gave him a small smile, nodding. “I would, but big brother has plans for a picnic. I’ll tell him you stopped by.” Why, when she looked at him, did she see through him almost? “Alright bella! Well, have fun! See you later!”

Feliciano continued then, quickly getting to Germany’s door step. It wasn’t a hard task, to knock, to talk to him… But he was finding the simplest things hard anymore. It took him a few moments before he finally knocked. And again. And again til eventually he was pounding on the door and they had to hear him right? After a few minutes, he was about to give up, then the door opened. “Hallo- is someone, oh! Hey Italy! Barely seen you there!” Feliciano gave out a sigh of relief. Prussia. Prussia, who was still alive by some grace, going stronger now that he and Germany shared the responsibilities, answered the door. Him and Germany weren’t two separate halves anymore. They were one, to share one nation, to share one people. Germany was the business, Prussia, the new hope. They both were Germany, though it was easier to still call Prussia Prussia. “Morning Gil! Are you and Ludwig busy?” The albino seemed confused with the use of their human names, before looking over his shoulder and frowning. “It seems so. I promised birdie I’d go with him to see this monument he just put in one of his cities, and bruder is erm, with Japan. I doubt they’ll be leaving the house.” Feliciano kept his smile, though they both knew what that meant. It wasn’t a secret to many that Germany and Japan were more than friends, after that one Valentine’s day fiasco, Japan was there for him. Italy wasn’t, couldn’t be. “Ah, that’s alright! Do you think I could talk with them real quick? It’s ah, kinda important!” Gilbert shifted, Feliciano could see the awkwardness, predict the answer. He wasn’t as stupid as he lead others to believe. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… Want me to tell them something?” Feliciano smiled, though even Gilbert could tell now- it didn’t meet his eyes. “Yes please… Bring white lilies the next time they see me?” The confusion, and worry, was very evident on Prussia’s face, but Feliciano picked out his phone, pretending it had buzzed. “Ah- nevermind I got to go! Erm, auf weidersehen Gil!” His purposeful bad pronunciation of the German got Gilbert to forget what he was worried about, laughing softly. “Close, and ja, auf weidersehen!”
You won’t cry for my absence I know. You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant? Am I so insignificant? Isn’t something missing?

“Isn’t someone missing me?” Feliciano kept going, the words escaping through a plastered smile, next to Austria and Hungary’s house. They weren’t together anymore, each of them seeing others, and if Feliciano remembered correctly, the only reason they lived together anymore was to save money. It was a slower walk, despite them being Ludwi- no, Germany’s, neighbors. He wasn’t in a rush, every movement he made he could feel more of himself fall apart. By the time he got there, his smile was back to normal, eyes closed, never readable. For thousands of years, he mastered a smile everyone seemed to believe. He never thought it would come in this handy. He knocked, and knocked, but this time, no one heard him. Prepared for this, he got out a small notebook from his pocket and a pen. His writing was fluid and graceful, the fine words ‘Just stopped by to say hi!’ and his name, then Italy, staining the paper before it was stuck through the mail slot. He wasn’t going to bother desperately knocking anymore. Those he wanted, wait, rather needed to see… He couldn’t. He was gone from their minds already. The next walk was definitely longer, over to England, to him and his family, maybe stop and just see Belgium and Netherlands. He knew France would be at England’s place, and maybe France would see him, since they have known each other for so long.
Even though I’m the sacrifice, you won’t try for me- not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone.

“Isn’t someone missing me?” Words repeated, a wobble in his voice as he forced himself to take a break in France’s countryside. He was crying, though he couldn’t feel the tears run down his face. He was oddly numb, and whether this was because his body gave up on the pain of disappearing, or maybe it truly didn’t hurt, he didn’t know. The way he found out he was crying was teardrops falling on his shaking hands. They clasped together around the iron cross he wore, a reminder of the man he lost because of his selflessness. What did he honestly expect though? Feliciano to accept the ring, to damn his brother to the fate he was suffering now? To marry Germany back then… Would have meant to solidify himself as Italy and Italy alone. Lovino… Would have probably died within the year, or sooner. Feliciano couldn’t do that to him, never, and so he did what he always did. He ran away from Germany, from that reserved smile that used to be only for him, from the strong hands that would hold him and protect him, from the soft blue eyes that would gaze lovingly into his. He ran away, leaving the German rejected and ashamed in an Italian restaurant. He could still remember his name, broken and hurt, escaping the German’s lips. His sacrifice- he is the sacrifice. Every time. From Holy Roman Empire, to his grandfather, to Lovino. HRE left him behind, his grandfather didn’t think twice before reaching for the sun, only to burn. And Lovino? Did he ever once question his changing appearance? His new found power? Did he ever once look in his shadow to see the wilting flower? Maybe. Maybe he did, and Feliciano never reached out, but right now… He couldn’t help but think fate was being cruel.

Please, please forgive me. But I won’t be home again. I know what you do to yourself. I breathe deep and cry out,
“Isn’t something missing?!” Lovino was irritated. Something was wrong. He couldn’t explain it, but it was like… A part of him was fading. Antonio tried to keep pace with the agitated Italian, following him as he walked over to Switzerland’s. His harsh knocking nearly got them both shot, but the man opened the door, his sister behind him. “Hey chocolate breath- save the yelling. Have you felt anything odd? Maybe seen something?” Switzerland stopped, puzzled, then shook his head. He was suspicious instantly of course, but Lovino couldn’t care less. Or at all. “No I haven’t. What’s the all about?” Lovino was about to go off on what he was feeling, as he had done three times already to Antonio, but a small voice stopped him. “I seen Feliciano, if that counts?” Lichtenstein walked out from underneath her brother’s arm, facing Lovino, who had no choice but to calm down a bit. After all, he was a gentleman, and he would yell at Lichtenstein. “Feliciano… Was there anything different about him?” Feliciano, his brother, his younger brother that had been acting odd lately. He couldn’t remember how, which got a vile taste of guilt in his throat, but he knew he had been acting odd. “Well, he was wearing all black, but I don’t see much with that. He was dressed very nicely actually.” Lovino frowned, before turning. “Thank you, miss Lichtenstein, and Switz. Which way did he go?” She pointed, and the taste got worse. “Towards Germany’s.”

“Isn’t someone missing me?!” Feliciano cried out, hugging his arms as he couldn’t stop himself from shaking or crying. There were no humans nearby, not in these woods, so he didn’t worry too much about his yelling, or the fact he was a wreck. No, now there was pain. Not from disappearing, but disappearing alone. Feliciano hated being alone. Ever since he was a kid, being alone terrified him. But here he was, trying desperately to get someone to notice, to notice he was dying, and he couldn’t. The thoughts spun in his head, would anyone ever notice? How would the next meeting go? Would anyone care?
Even though I’m the sacrifice, you won’t try for me not now. Though I’d die to know you love me,
“I’m all alone… Isn’t anyone missing me?” It was a good hour, or two, Feliciano didn’t keep track, before he got up. He had to make two more stops, see three more friends, before he’d go to his final stop. Had to. The walk to England’s wasn’t far, and when Feliciano himself could see his magical friends, he knew the end was near.

Lovino made his way to Germany’s, and angrily knocked on the door. Maybe they got into a fight. Maybe Feliciano was injured and that’s what he was feeling, and if so he’d kick that German’s ass for hurting his little fratello and then take him home and everything would be fine. It was when his knocking turned to pounding that Germany answered the door, glaring at Lovino before he looked confused. “Potato head! Where’s my brother!” The blonde looked completely confused now, looking to Spain then Romano, before letting out an ‘um’. Thankfully, Gilbert, moping from cancelled plans, overheard and pushed Ludwig aside, getting an undignified ‘hey!’. “He’s not here. He came around earlier, and asked if Lud here was busy. Since he was in an intense lip battle-” Gilbert got an evil glare from Ludwig, only making him laugh til something got thrown at him from the living room, “I said he was! Ow! That hurt!” Gilbert turned, about to throw it back and start a war, but Lovino snapped his fingers, his irritation rising. “Ey, what next!” Prussia turned back to him, blinking, before his own eyes held a serious quality. “He seemed… Off. He asked me to tell Ludwig to bring ‘white lilies the next time he sees him’, or something like that. Then he ran off.” White lilies. Italy’s flower… Lovino frowned, as they were Feliciano’s favorite but he never asked to be brought them. Mostly because to have someone bring you cut lilies meant you were in a casket. Or the second anniversary of your wedding, and Lovino highly doubted Feliciano was married. “I see… I, I need to find him.” Lovino didn’t like this feeling. The mourning feeling he felt grew stronger and stronger, and with this, he could only assume something had happened, or would happen. Gilbert let out a hum before stepping outside. “I’m coming with you. Hope you don’t mind!” That confident grin of his had formed. Lovino couldn’t bother to argue, mumbling a ‘keep up’ as he started to call everyone.

It proved that neither England or France could see him either. His face had one of those holes in it now, small enough to barely fit his pinky, on the left side of his face, right on his jaw. It was… Finalizing, to have the marks somewhere he couldn’t hide them now. Every step, a sparkle or two of falling dust, almost like reflections of non-existent sunlight off of tears that had stopped falling long ago. One last stop- America. This was more to just see him, they had been good friends recently but he was better friends with Romano. Feliciano, even though he knew it was harsh, blamed him the most. When he chose Romano over him, so did everyone else. It was like the popular kid in school dating a nobody- that nobody stopped being a nobody, and suddenly was popular solely for the reason they were dating the popular kid. When Romano was more noticed by America than Italy, he became more powerful. Italy stopped being noticed. Italy then blamed himself. If he had been more out there with everyone, less annoying, less ignored, he wouldn’t be in this position. If he would have just been less… Italy… And less in the past, he would still be alive to stay in the present. This train of thought evoked new tears, and by the time he was where he should be, he needed to take a moment to collect himself again. He made his way to where America was, Canada with him, letting him know poor Gilbert was going to be alone too. He could have felt snide, but instead just hoped Gilbert was having fun playing a video game. He called out, called their nation and their names. There was a point where he just ran up to them, and tugged on Canada’s shirt. He barely even felt it, moving away and brushing his arm off. As if Feliciano was dust already. It hurt, everything hurt- he wanted to scream, to be noticed... But what would be the point. Even if these two, one practically a stranger to him, noticed- they couldn’t stop anything. He did what he needed. He saw them. So, with that, he backed away- and then he ran.

And if I bleed, I’ll bleed. Knowing you don’t care. And if I sleep, just to dream of you, I’ll wake without you there. Isn’t something missing? Isn’t something…

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Any/Any - Hawthorne Heights Songfics

(Anonymous) 2017-07-06 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much what it says on the tin. UsUk/UkUs, GerIta, Spamano, PruCan, SuFin, PruHun, PruAus, UkrHun, BelLiech and DenNor would be nice. Either canon or human!AU.

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(Anonymous) 2017-07-14 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
This is a multi-fill.