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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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England, Hong Kong - Only colony who doesn't hate him

(Anonymous) 2014-12-23 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A lot of people seem to think that all of England's colonies hate him. As a Hong Konger, I can say that this is not true. The majority of Hong Kongers prefer England's rule over China's (especially with all the political stuff that's happened lately). So I'd like to request a fic where for once England isn't despised by one of his colonies, Hong Kong.

For the love of god, do not make this shippy. UKHK is one of my NOTPs (this is not intended to bash on anyone who ships that).

Re: England, Hong Kong - Only colony who doesn't hate him

(Anonymous) 2014-12-25 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
As another lover of platonic England/HK, definitely seconded :)

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Any, dub/noncon issues, slave/pet AU deconstruction.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
AU: A is a human, B a member of a species bred specifically to be sex pets, just genetically different enough from humans to not legally count as such. A doesn't really want one but takes B in and has to put up with B hanging all over them, which seems funny/annoying at first. B seems perfectly happy, but as B learns to speak and pass for human, A realises how fucked-up their species' lives really make them...

No onscreen underage, please, ageing up is fine. Could be romantic or platonic. Would rather no canon characters involved are outright villainous, just oblivious - OC villains are cool.

1) I like England/America or Germany/Italy ship-wise, and just about any combo platonically as long as B's suitably obliviously happy, but leaning to Japan & South Korea, America & South Korea, France & Canada, and I'd love to have Prussia involved somehow.
2) A and B never have sex even if it's shippy and ifwhen B's able to consent - asexual A would be perfect.
3) B's species needs some kind of obvious physical differences from humans, preferably modifications designed to both improve their "primary purpose" and to make them immediately visibly distinguishable. Being smaller and frailer than humans is obvious. Cat ears has been done, maybe something else.

Re: Any, dub/noncon issues, slave/pet AU deconstruction.

(Anonymous) 2015-01-12 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded! I'd love to see this filled.

Potential A!anon

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The Price of Innocence [1/?]

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Romano & Veneziano - Italy is Romano's son, not brother

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like a human (or human-like) AU where Feliciano is actually Romano's son from a previous marriage/relationship. Whatever you want, and whoever Feli's mother is is up to author!anon. (I'd also not object if she died shortly after Feliciano was born, if author wants more angst for Romano...)
Of course, what I really want to see is little kid Feli and his Papa out doing mundane and cute things together, with Feli around 4/5 and Romano being 22/23 or something. Going to get groceries, cooking dinner together, learning abc's and shapes and stuff.

Anon really likes Spamano, if you want to include pairings, or some fluffy GerIta/HRExItaly.

Bonus- Feliciano is a total chick magnet, which Romano sometimes uses to his advantage.
Bonus- If Spain is present and dating Romano, Feli calls him Papí/Babbo too (I think that's Italian for Papa? It's cute anyway, Babbo Romano~)
Bonus- little Feli swears when he gets really angry and it really embarrasses Romano.

Re: Romano & Veneziano - Italy is Romano's son, not brother

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
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A Change in the Family

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Spain & Romano - I'm sorry. I promise you, you'll never have to see my face again...

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Really sorry everyone. Anon is feeling very angsty and sad right now, and hopes you all don't mind a long description.

One day, Romano completely loses it and cusses at everything and breaks one of Italy's most precious things on purpose, which makes Italy flip out on him. As Spain is trying to calm Romano down, he accidentally hits one of Spain's sensitive sides hard and Spain is left very very angry, also flipping out on him with Italy. In the end, Romano ends up making all the countries really pissed at him one way or another.

On the verge of tears, he escapes to his room and ends up feeling really really really guilty. So he writes an apology letter to each of his friends, leaving it in his room, and resigning as an country- allowing no one to remember him. And because of his guilt, has a change in personality.

One faithful day, he accidentally bumps into Spain and now complete Italy as they were walking around, and gets a panic attack and runs away from them.

What happens between or after is all up to A!Anon

- Bonus if Romano's room was also forgotten so no one got the letters
- Bonus if after Spain and Italy bumped into Romano, that they also found the room later that day
- Bonus if only Spain and Italy can remember Romano

Any/Any - Omegaverse- in which scents are everything, and someone loses theirs

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Scents would be a huge part of society. They are used to determine someone's health, their emotions, if they are attractive, etc. If someone has a bad scent, instincts would consider them 'wrong' or 'broken'.

So in an established bond (can be any paring, but I'm partial to FrUK/UKFr and RusAme/AmeRus) one of them, either Alpha or Omega (or Beta, if you wish) loses their scent through an accident or disease and the other one struggles to ignore their instincts that tell them that their mate is wrong and broken.

Bonus: the Alpha loses their scent and the Omega/Beta no longer wishes to have the pups they had been planning for.
Bonus 2: the scent is lost due to a disease, and one of the reasons for rejection is that the disease would be passed to the other mate and any children they have

USUK - Frozen AU

(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
(sucker for Disney here)

Could someone please write a fill in which (preferably in human AU but nationverse I suppose if you can make that work) Arthur/Alfred (your choice who) has powers like Elsa that he can't completely control so he has to avoid the other. I want the avoidance angst and their requited but unconfirmed feelings being a strong cause of longing between the two and further angst. Would prefer that it doesn't follow the plot of Frozen but what happens next is up to anon's discretion.


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Would OP be alright with a cardverse human AU?


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Turkey/Any - Devsirme practice

(Anonymous) 2014-12-25 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Canonverse or human AU either is fine for this.
The practice of devsirme in the Ottoman empire meant that the military would pick the ablest boys from Christian families, have them convert them to Islam and raised them at the heart of the empire to become the future household soldiers and bodyguards of the sultan.
Turkey(or sultan Sadik) takes one or several nations (or boys) to train them to become the very elite of his own empire and eventually they become his closest bodyguards.
This is of course not without complications or without romance.

Bonus 1: The one who's been taken feels a constant struggle between maintaining his own past identity and the possibility of making a career within the still rich and expanding empire.
Bonus 2: Bulgaria is there since we know that he was Turkeys errand boy once.
Bonus 3: Hungary is there trying her best to hide that she's a woman from everyone.

Russia - "Male" Order Bride

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly what it says on the tin. Nationverse or AU.
Smut welcome but not required

Prefered partners: America, Prussia, Canada, France.

Canada/America – Sex sim AI goes bad

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
(Not mine, found it unfilled) Futurish human AU. Inventor Alfred has finished his masterpiece – a sex simulator, using the latest virtual reality technology. Al decides to try it out with the one thing he can never do for real – have sex with himself! He programs himself in, but that's too weird, so he slightly tweaks eyes, hair, personality, and names it Matthew. He suits up and plugs himself in and tries it out.

It's perfect. Matthew is so sweet, and the sex is amazing, and it feels real to all five senses. Al is addicted, and keeps going back for more. But the system isn't perfect, and every time he returns, Matt seems a little more mentally unstable, and the sex gets rougher. At first Al likes it, but soon Matt starts pushing his boundaries. Al tries to fix the machine, but it doesn't work. He keeps going back in, hoping Matt will be back to normal, but he just gets worse. One day, Matt goes too far and Al decides that's it. And that's the day the off button stopped working...

No watersports, scat, vomit, or vore please.

Bonus: Side story where Alfred's increasingly neglected boyfriend is on a mission to find out exactly what's going on. But just a bonus, Al doesn't have to be seeing anybody. :)

Re: Canada/America – Sex sim AI goes bad

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Sounds very interesting~
I'll second it for now, but save it, see if I can come up with a plot.

France/Belgium - under Napoleon

(Anonymous) 2014-12-26 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
You can set it anywhere from 1794-1814, but I'd really like to see a fill about France and Belgium's relationship when Belgium became French territory.

Bonus: France has always had a soft spot for Belgium.

Germany/Romano- A night of drinking

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
In a brief moment of self loathing and poor judgment Romano decides to drinking while in Germany. Germany finds him later completely wasted and a blubbering emotional mess. What happens next is up to you. (Doesn't have to be smut but if there is no non-con please)


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Oh, geez... I need this. I'm definitely going to feel the urge to try writing it.

Any, Goofing off with Immortality

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The nations know that they're immortal, and they run with it. Wrestling bears? Why not, it won't kill them. Free soloing dangerous mountains? Bring it on! Someone just got a shiny new weapon? Why not volunteer to see what it'll do? Any other ideas that Anon might have would be fine, too, as long as the fic stays fun and, well, bloody hilarious.


(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
I can see so much potential for this. Seconded!

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Any/any, "Asexy Sex Scenes".

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Open to anything, though I peg Russia in particular as ace.

America/Any - Snapchat Funtimes

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
America being caught up in his social media, opens up the idea to sext over Snapchat or FaceTime with another country, instead of just texting. Smut. Complete consent or dub-con are both good, but nothing non-con or harassing.

Preferred Partners: Belarus, Russia, Canada, France, or Lithuania.

Bonus: Somehow a picture of America's cum face ends up on a Snapchat story.

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UK bro/England - hiding incestuous relationship from other brothers at Christmas

(Anonymous) 2014-12-27 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Can be canonverse or AU. England spends Christmas every year with his brothers. What's interesting about this year, however, is that now he's in a relationship with one of them.

Any of the brothers can be the boyfriend.

Bonus: Smut. England bottoms. They have to be reeeaaally quiet.

Bonus: America and/or Canada are there too. The brothers suspect England is hiding something, but they assume that the secret relationship is with one of them rather than one of the British Isles.

Bonus: they get walked in on and have to convince this person not to tell every one. Be creative with how they convince them, anons.

Poland/Lithuania | "It's Over"

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's time for war between Poland and Lithuania. Poland's personality changes, he is more harsh and cold. On the battlefield, he manages to corner Lithuania, and points a gun at him (or some other way that says, "Hey, you're going to die!").

No smut, please!

Bonus: Include "It's over" as dialogue in the fill.


(Anonymous) 2015-01-10 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I really like this prompt! For once Poland can be like this please?


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FRUK Friends with Benefits.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
France and England have been fuck buddies for a while. Like, since the early days. Eventually they developed feelings for each other. Go wherever you want with that. Background TurGiri and/or PruAus would be appreciated.

gonna give my heart away (1/2)

(Anonymous) 2016-02-21 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
don't know if you're still around op, but i hope this is something like what you wanted. it's kind of?? vaguely historical, and not in chronological order, idek. i'm sorry i couldn't include the bonus greece/turkey and austria/prussia you wanted. anyway, warning for mentions of war and death, and title is from 'glory box' by portishead.

England’s French is very nearly perfect, which is why he does not speak it. France slides easily into English as he approaches, mangling the words as much as possible, to see England scowl. ‘You are the last person I expected to see today.’

1802. An uneasy peace: Europe holding its breath. Perhaps tomorrow they’ll go to war. Time slips through France’s fingers. He is swollen from his revolution, from the blood of all Europe. And England’s flushed, now, nose pink as a child’s in the bitter street. The afternoon is warm with perfumes and alight with France’s smile, and England, poised grimly at the centre of it all, is a cat with claws sheathed. He falls reluctantly into step beside France. His cheeks are dusted with the September breeze, and the slant of his mouth crooked and ugly. France wants to break him.

‘The whole world’s in Paris this month, you wanker.’

‘And a good decision on their part,’ France says. England is right: France is rich with visitors these days. The lull in the fighting has brought them in droves over the Channel, starving for France. ‘Have you been to the exhibition?’

England sniffs. ‘A few paintings of Italy’s. Nothing I couldn’t do.’

‘So you have not,’ says France lightly. ‘Your lack of taste, it astounds me. I will take you to the Louvre, perhaps you will have some semblance of culture by the next time I see you.’

‘What is that,’ says England, ‘some kind of venereal disease?’

He takes France’s arm. They’ll be at each other’s throats by morning. Napoleon is brilliant and bold, and France is riding the wave of empire. England’s strength is built on his banks; the money can’t last forever. In a few years — a very few, if France’s luck holds — France will have him in his palm again.

England’s eyes are wary and cool. He knows this.

‘How long will you be here?’

England shrugs, an absent-minded motion under his thick riding coat. ‘Not long. Two or three days.’ He glances at France, oddly unguarded, and looks away quickly. ‘Well then. Hail us a coach, if you please.’

France blinks. ‘Whatever for?’

‘You said you’d show me around, didn’t you?’ He flinches away as a horse-carriage splashes past them, wheels sweet and slippery on the cobblestones. ‘I haven’t got all day. And the less time I spend with you, the better.’

‘Why, do it yourself then.’ If that were their habit, France might draw England close (in the street, in a damp and drafty upstairs room on the road to Kent, watching their kings joust with cynical amusement on the Field of the Cloth of Gold), and feather his mouth over England’s temple — only England might die of shock, which would be entertaining but also a shame. England is well-fed and well-defended. France hopes to change that.

‘Your coachmen don’t like me.’

‘Ah, you will have to get used to that,’ France sighs, ‘there is no one I can think of who is very fond of you at present, least of all myself,’ and flags down a passing stagecoach anyway. He can feel England’s gaze prickling on the back of his neck; he is not surprised, not entirely, when England touches his elbow.

‘Come back with me to my inn. It’s not far.’

‘I thought you might say that.’

(1904: they will shake hands over the signing of the treaty and pretend it means something. But that is a long time away. Next week, next year, France will take aim when England comes stumbling and bleeding up the hill, mud sloshing under his boots and all the ache of centuries in France’s head; he will not hesitate before he fires.)

‘Well?’ England is always a strange mixture of matter-of-fact and embarrassed when he proposes their trysts. France can see the blood rising in England’s cheeks. It could be endearing if France let it. He taps his chin, pretending to think.

‘You will have to be more persuasive.’

England glowers, then cocks his head and says in a deliberately terrible accent, ‘Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

‘One day I shall kill you,’ France murmurs, and adores him very much, just then.


When France comes into England’s hotel room on the second night of a conference, the world turns upside down very quietly. He is smiling hello against England’s mouth in the doorway before England can register it.

‘Oh. Oh, hello,’ says England as his hands go to France’s waist. ‘Why are you here?’

France is still dressed for the meeting, cologne cloying on England’s tongue. But he looks looser, somehow softer, rumpled from today — his jacket’s off and his hair is falling into his face and he’s rolled his sleeves up. His long eyelashes brush England’s cheek.

‘To express my mild, only my very mild displeasure,’ says France, toeing off his shoes and socks. He backs England a little further into the room and shuts the door smoothly behind them. ‘You have put Waterloo Station at the end of our Channel Tunnel. It is a poor attempt at insult, I could be deeply offended if I chose, I did not lose to you at Waterloo, after all…’

‘How the fuck can anyone think you won the battle of Waterloo — oh god do that again — I beat you black and blue, I’ll have you know.’

England drags France in closer and kisses the worn weariness out of them both, till France is murmuring drowsy endearments with his hands up England’s shirt. It’s a little like being drunk: the soft dim evening, and music drifting up to the windows, and the thick familiar heat of France half-hard against his hip.

‘In defeat, a moral victory,’ France says. He’s beautiful in the scornful way France has, all high cheekbones and petulant mouth; it hurts England’s head to look at him. France’s hair slips from its ponytail. The television blares. England brushes his thumb over France’s lips and shivers a little when France turns his cheek into England’s palm.

‘I’ll show you moral victory. Get on the bed.’

France hooks one bare foot neatly behind England’s knees and pushes him down instead. England is tempted to shove him, just for the satisfaction of it, and doesn’t. France — bright-eyed, utterly frustrating — is crawling on top of him and tangling the sheets around their ankles and whispering again, nonsensically, ‘Hello,’ heavy and greedy and warm and mouth curving into a smile against England’s throat. England can feel teeth.

‘Yes, all right, hello yourself.’ He catches France’s wrists and traps them. France hums, apparently not minding at all; he makes a low, needy sound in the back of his throat as England ruts against him, and England is infuriated.

He expresses this accordingly.

There’s a mutter of background noise from the television, which England hardly hears. His hands are in France’s hair. His own hair’s still wet from the shower, and France smoothes it back out of habit, cups England’s cheek for no reason at all, a brief unthinking caress. For a long time they don’t speak. Then France hisses in irritation.

‘Turn that off,’ he pouts.


‘I am more interesting than the recent news in Europe.’

‘You are the recent news in Europe. Christ.’ England half-sits up and feels around for the remote. France isn’t helping. France is breathing hard, his fine shirt sliding off his shoulders, and mouthing damply at England’s knuckles — he has an obsession with sucking on England’s fingers and being obscenely noisy about it, being very good with his mouth, he drives England mad. When England at last finds the remote under a pillow and switches the television off, France rewards him by biting. England loathes France.

‘Mmm, and what have you been up to, then?’

‘Oh,’ says England. They fall back down together. ‘Many things. Jam-packed, you know, my schedule. I’m very busy.’

‘You’re very annoying and your clothes are in the way.’

Such a charmer. Do tell me more.’

France has lubricant because of course he does. The air’s cool in the hotel room, and the slide of skin on skin very, very hot; it’s heady and relaxed, and somehow confusing, almost tender. France’s breath tickles England’s ear, and then his hip, as France scoots back. He rubs his palms together to warm up the lube before slipping a finger in; then abruptly he ducks his head and takes England into his mouth.

‘Stop,’ England gasps, after nearly losing himself in France’s throat. The rich, slick friction and France’s finger moving in him up to the knuckle are too much. He pulls France’s hair till France eases off, pupils full-blown and hand tight around England’s cock. A thread of precome clings to France’s bottom lip and England’s insides are hot and messy, raw and undone — the sleepy sweep of France’s eyelashes and his knowing, curling smile. France licks a fat hungry stripe from base to tip and England smacks him. ‘No, shut up. Come here. I’m too close.’

‘Forgive me, dear,’ France tells him, sitting up, and slaps his arse in retribution. Over England’s outrage he continues in French, ‘I could not help myself. Only relax, please. You are so tight it makes me wonder how you have room for that stick up your arse.’

‘Fuck you. Get on with it.’

France is predictable and England growls a little at his swollen sidelong grin. ‘You will have to be more persuasive.’

Va te faire foutre,’ offers England politely. He’s in the mood to compromise on language after France has been sucking his cock. He’s generous these days. ‘Je te déteste.

‘And I you. Very good.’ France’s laughter is a bit giddy — he’s got a poorly disguised affinity for French spoken with an English accent, for England moaning beneath him, the sweet spreading ache of France’s fingers opening him slowly. Tosser. England’s vision blurs, full of France: leaning over England, careful and calculating, taking them apart with slow practised hands and cock and tongue. His eyes are dark with concentration. He pushes a strand of hair behind his ear, a small unconscious gesture. England inhales.

‘What do you want from me?’

‘You on your back, begging to be fucked thoroughly and well. Do you mind?’

‘Not at all,’ England tells him helpfully, hooking his legs over France’s shoulders. ‘I’m extremely hygienic. I took a nice long shit when I got back this evening and thought of you.’

‘My god,’ says France. ‘I find it very upsetting, do you know, that you can say that and I still want to sleep with you.’ And France, damn him, is a top-notch lover as always, the only thing about France you can rely on — the steady, sure push of his long fingers and the dip of his head as he presses a kiss to England’s stomach — saying, ‘Raise your hips a little more, oui, like that.’

England cooperates. He’s very considerate. ‘Shall I get on my hands and knees so you can admire your reflection in the television screen?’

‘You have no right to judge me,’ says France furiously, with three fingers deep into England. ‘You have sex with your socks on!’

‘That was one time!’

‘I cannot believe you,’ France snarls. There is a wet whimpering pause as he nudges England’s knees further apart and slides forward, excruciatingly slow. England hisses and France groans and buries his nose in the sweat-damp crook of England’s neck. ‘I am inside you and you are ruining the moment. Why?’

‘Why not?’ says England, relishing it.

‘I like you much better when you’re silent.’

‘Or absent,’ England supplies. France makes a ragged noise and drops his head on England’s shoulder as he sets their rhythm. England’s head swims; he wraps his legs around France’s waist, feeling himself stretched white with tension.

‘Or dead. Je t’adore. Please, please stop talking.’

‘Maybe if you were better at shutting me up —’

France slams into him. ‘Like that?’

There’s something about this, the frank and comfortable coarseness of sex, which makes one pliant. England’s words are wiped out of him. He comes in a few moments, twenty minutes, an hour — without a sound, with a whimper, with a bitten-off cry which France swallows.

France’s voice cuts lazily through the roar in England’s head.

‘Shh. Breathe. You are wonderful like this, do you know? Next time I will gag you, would you like that? I know I would. I am curious. I’ve been considering the idea for some time.’

‘I’m going to cut your head off,’ England fumes when he gets his breath back. But there’s little heat in it; he’s loose and honey-soft and practically purring, because France is desperately close. ‘Or perhaps I’ll have your cock, I don’t care much for the rest of you.’

‘Oh, well,’ says France carelessly, lifting England’s leg a little higher. ‘I have been guillotined before, it is not so unpleasant as you think.’

‘God I hate you, I hate you so much.’ He tucks his face into France’s warm shoulder. ‘I’d ride you, you know, but I rather think it isn’t worth the effort. I may fall asleep while you’re fucking me. I’m very old and my bones are aching.’

I want to stab you,’ says France.

‘Again? The last time was a bayonet in 1756. I’m interested to see what you have in mind.’ He pushes up towards France, rocking into France, gasping through France’s seasick thrusts. A dull overstimulated pleasure settles in his limbs. France pitches forward, a see-saw rhyme that sings in England’s ears — oh, the ludicrousness of them, of mock-French set to music by the Beatles, Michelle, ma belle, sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble… ‘Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be meeting Germany?’

‘I already have.’ France’s words are slurred and panting. ‘Surely you’re not jea —’

‘Why would I be?’ He clenches deliberately tight and France whines. ‘America sends his regards.’

‘I am very sure he doesn’t,’ France says, and comes long and hard and shamelessly.

After that, the night blurs into a dream well-worn, faded and routine. England sleeps tucked into France like a bird in its nest. He never knows if France will stay the night and he never asks. He remembers saying instead, as France heaves a shaky sigh and collapses beside him onto the sheets, ‘Well. Cup of tea?’

France laughs at him, a broken sound, and pulls him close. ‘No.’

‘I’ll make you one anyway.’ But neither of them get up.

France’s lips rest at the nape of his neck. Words flutter behind his teeth and resolve into soft-coloured images: France feeding him croissants in a café in the heart of Paris. They held hands once, briefly, passing the arch of London Bridge and looking down into the eternal river that had seen Rome — but they haven’t done it again since. They’re not bloody domestic. France knows his way around England’s flat in the dark but not at all in the daytime, blinking in surprise at morning. France comes up behind him sometimes, when England wakes at dawn in the stifling warmth of France’s home and smokes on the balcony, to lead him back to bed.

But France sinks into his lungs, now, with his arms snug around England and the curve of his long back gleaming in the curtain-caught moonlight. France’s hair tacks to the pillow and the room smells of France, of them, the traces of their clothes cast away in the shipwreck of their lovemaking. So much of France has seeped into his bones. And what a fearful mess this is. A very soft catastrophe in the footnotes of history books. Here are all the secrets the politicians don’t know, collected, purely by accident, in the dust under his bed.

gonna give my heart away (2/2)

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Any/any -- Master/Slave

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
I would love to see a female master/ a male or female slave. Consensual, dubcon, noncon, all is fine, though I don't really want smut. Just want to see the relationship and its psychological ramifications.

Re: Any/any -- Master/Slave

(Anonymous) 2015-02-03 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
How does OP feel about Cardverse AU featuring Queen Elizabeta of the Clover Kingdom? Not completely sure on who to put as the slave yet, but will probably be either Roderich or even Ivan himself (now won't that make for some interesting dynamics?)
If OP likes the idea and has a preference, do let me know and I'll see what I can do with it!

Norway/Sweden-Modern Day Interactions

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Believe me, I love me some historical Sunor, I really do. But I also love their modern day relationship, and I would love to see something based off of current events- or at least past WWII.

Bonus- If you could wedge some playful banter between them in there somewhere that'd be great.

Re: Norway/Sweden-Modern Day Interactions

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Norway/Sweden-Modern Day Interactions

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AmeCan- bodily functions, BDSM

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
America is really cool with farting and belching all the time, which peeves Canada a lot.

America notices this, so he takes advantage and teases him, which escalates from burping in his face at meetings to dutch ovening him.

Finally he makes Canada his slave and makes him farted on or give him lots of cola for him to produce belches. It's unpleasant for Canada until he notices he's extremely turned on.

Re: AmeCan- bodily functions, BDSM

(Anonymous) 2015-11-03 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
Whoever will write this, I'll be very grateful to you. It's hard to find Hetalia fics like this, especially AmeCan ones!

UsUk- Using magic for kink curiousity

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, so there's been this fill: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21382.html?thread=88447110#t88447110
And I loved it really-really much. I'd just like to read more kinks with magic like this. I don't care what kinks- use your wild fantasies ;)
The changes can be physical and mental too.
Bonus: if now England is the one who recieves the more changes.

Re: UsUk- Using magic for kink curiousity

(Anonymous) 2015-01-18 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't read that fill but I know of it; would OP be okay if we reuse some of the situations in that fill - like turning female, etc?


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America- "fantasy football stroker"

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a post I've seen going around about the "Fantasy Football Stroker", which is basically a fleshlight designed like half a football with a vagina. (The post: http://beesmygod.tumblr.com/post/106221506430/within-20-seconds-i-have-fallen-into-a-new) And the first thing I thought when I saw this? "America."

America using this sex toy. Preferably more humor-oriented than anything else.

England/America Pregrancy causes America to see

(Anonymous) 2014-12-28 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it be funny to read America being pregrant with England for some reason gives him sight to see all England magical friends.

Op corrections

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Pregnant with England child•

Not being Pregrany with England!

teenage!Prussia/teenage!Russia - in that order please

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
teenage!PruRus - slowly developing affection.
Bonus: historical period when Gilbert was a Teutonic Knight (his clothes were so great and badass)

Any/Neko!France - wearing a collar and leash for sex

(Anonymous) 2014-12-29 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Francis has cat ears and tail due to an old magic backfire via Arthur. He and his partner (does not have to be Arthur) keep them a secret from the world, as Francis has accepted them as a part of his being.

One day Francis's partner buys Francis a collar and leash for some kinky sex. Either Francis could be all for the idea, or he could be hesitant about his ears and tail being exploited like such.

Bonus: oral, and the reference to 'milk' needing to be lapped up