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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Any/Any/Any/+ -- Consensual Polyamory

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Three or more nations in a consensual polyamorous relationship with each other either during a period of political unity or the modern day. I'd like to see the ups and downs of their relationship, a glimpse of both shared household chores systems and silly arguments. I'd also appreciate all nations being of equal standing in the relationship, so each and every member involved is involved with each other. (ie. Relationships of A and B, B and C, C and A).

Bonus 1: My first choice for characters would be Germany, Prussia, N. Italy, and S, Italy, but really...anything goes.
Bonus 2: Picking up nonverbal cues from each other, being able to tell when someone's upset


(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
This sounds amazing!

Rusamecan--I fell in love with metaphorical children 1/1

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Canada looked over the two in front of him and reminded himself, like he always did, in a year this would be hilarious.

America was frowning (NOT pouting) with his arms crossed and glaring at Russia, whose usual smile was gone in place of a very childishly stuck out tongue. America returned the gesture before glancing at Canada as if hoping he hadn’t seen from his place two feet away.

Sometimes Canada wondered why he feel in love with such children. He sighed, not quite being able to frown when he thought of just how ridiculous the two looked.

“What happened this time?” he asked fondly. Russia frowned.

“We do not argue that much,” he said, his accent slightly thicker than usual.

“Aww, sweetie,” Canada said sympathetically. “Yes you do.”

“Do not!” It was America that time.

Canada rolled his eyes. “It’s the main reason you brought me into this relationship.”

“No, it wasn’t dude. It’s because we both liked you.”

“He is right—for once.”


“Okay, okay,” Canada cut in before they started to fight. “I know you both like me—we’ve had the conversation many, many times—but you still haven’t
told me what you’re arguing about this time.”

America frowned in a way that told Canada it wasn’t the end of the discussion, but answered anyway.

“He was supposed to do the dishes yesterday and didn’t and now he’s saying that since it’s my day he’s not going to do them anymore,” America said, pointing a finger towards Russia.

“No,” Russia said, giving America an unimpressed look, “I said I would not do all of them when half of them are from today.”

“You never once said anything like that.”

“Are you deaf?” Russia asked. “I’m the oldest, I should be the one with the hearing problems.”

“You say that as if you don’t.”


Canada whistled, the two other nations topping their fighting and turning towards him.

“Okay puppies,” he said, using a nickname he came up with the first time he realized that whistling would stop them from yelling, “I—”

“Dogs,” both of them corrected in unison.

“No. And you both have problems with hearing and can do the dishes together.” He turned to Russia. “Why didn’t you do them anyway? You’re usually good with chores.”

Russia blinked slightly, the suddenness Canada could come up with a solution still surprising him after all those years, before the question caught up with them.

“Uh, paperwork,” he said, still slightly shocked.

“That’s it?” Canada asked, slightly suspicious. Russia nodded.

“Can we question him more later?” America asked. “I’m tired from arguing and I wanna sleep.”

Russia flicked his nose. “You could have slept earlier.”

“I want to sleep with you two,” he clarified. “Er, not sex though.”

Canada laughed, walking over and hugging America slightly, leaning on him.

“Sure,” he agreed easily. “I’m kinda tired too. How ‘bout you Russia? Or are you too busy doing paperwork?” Canada asked teasingly. Russia raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching upwards.

“I did it already, didn’t I?”


(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, first fill of Part 27! And one of my favorite polyamorous ships, no less.

The childishness between Russia and America is exactly how I picture their relationship, and I love how it was hinted that Canada was accustomed to being a mediator. Subtly snarky Canada is one of the best.

A!A here

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! When I saw this prompt, I just couldn't help myself. I love rusamecan, and I'm glad you do too. Ot3s are so hard to come across in hetalia.

DenNorSu - Let's enjoy the time that we have together [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Because this request simply has too many possibilities, and the Scandinavian trio is my OT3. The Kalmar Union wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, but I like to think they had a period of peace at least. And domestic life with little kids running around was too good a scene to pass up on, haha.
Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!


“I’m home!”

Hands full of groceries he had picked up from the village market, Denmark paused at the doorway to admire the lovely sight in the living room.

A fire crackled merrily in the grate, warming up the room and casting a soft orange light across the floor. Next to it sat Norway, sock-clad toes curled up on a furry rug. The children sat around him in a half-circle, books and papers strewn haphazardly about, each face turned attentively towards their older brother.

He smiled. From the looks of it, Norway was telling them a story as a break from their morning studies. Closing his eyes, Denmark let his lover’s soothing voice wash over him. For a short while at least, before his mind started wandering in more provocative directions.

“Norge~” Dropping onto the rug as well, he threw his arms around Norway, nuzzling at the smaller man’s neck. Denmark felt the other’s skin heat a little as he touched it with his tongue, but the next thing he knew was a sharp pain in his gut that sent him reeling back across the floor.

Norway withdrew his elbow and turned the page as if nothing had happened.

“Norge~” Denmark whined.

“Not in front of the children.”

Well if that was the problem at hand… Denmark shot a meaningful look at Iceland, Greenland and Faroe Islands over Norway’s shoulder. “Good little kids should go take a nap, how about it? I’ll give you sweets later.”

Three pairs of eyes stared back at him in a very familiar unimpressed manner. Damn it, what was Norway teaching these kids?

A fourth pair, the original, finally turned towards him as well. “If you’re so free, why don’t you go help Sverige with lunch?”

“Hmm…” Leaning back a little Denmark could just see Sweden’s back through the half-open door. Norway had gone back to his storytelling and Denmark knew from experience that the Norwegian could be real stubborn when he wanted to. And he had to deliver the stuff he had bought anyway.

Decision made, Denmark bounced into the kitchen, dumping the groceries helter-skelter onto the table. Without warning he leapt onto the taller nation, mindless of the sharp knife that the other moved firmly out of the way. Hanging from Sweden’s back, he cajoled, “Sverige~”


Denmark’s hopes were dashed even before he could voice them. He deflated. “Why not?”

The answer presented itself before Sweden could reply. A tiny figure scurried out of the food storage cupboard, arms laden with a tottering stack of various vegetables that half-blocked his vision. As Denmark watched the uppermost bundle of kale slipped, only saved by Sweden’s quick reflexes. The taller man quickly relieved the child of his load.

“Thank you, Fin,” Sweden said, but as always his expression betrayed him, making Finland squeak as he stammered out a nervous ‘you’re welcome’.

Catching sight of Denmark, the child offered him a sweet smile. “Ah, welcome home, Mr. Denmark!”

That Norge, he had set him up! Denmark twitched a little.

“Fin~ Why don’t you go join the others and listen to Norge’s story?” Alright, so that had come out with a more menacing undertone than intended, but he was getting frustrated and one did not get between a Dane and what he wanted.

“But…” Big violet eyes stared uncertainly up at him and Denmark immediately felt crushingly guilty. Finland fidgeted a little, nervously tangling his fingers. “I like helping in the kitchen…” When the beginnings of tears appeared Denmark gulped at the feeling of eyes boring into his back. The Swede had always been overprotective of the child.

Sweden intervened at that point by asking Finland to wash the vegetables, a task which the boy eagerly set off to do. Mustering the courage to turn, Denmark withered under the full force of the other nation’s reproachful glare, obeying Sweden’s order to clean the fish without protest.


Denmark was sulking. It was clearly evident by the way the Dane was half-slumped over the dining table. And wait, was he pouting? Yes, he most certainly was, with his cheeks puffed out like a spoilt child’s.

Norway and Sweden shared a half-exasperated half-indulgent smile over their lover’s bent head. Or as much as the taciturn pair showed, anyway – even an observant spectator might not be able to detect the difference. By an unspoken agreement, they both leaned down and pressed a kiss to Denmark’s forehead.

It took a while for it to register, but when it did Denmark’s face lit up like a kid who had gotten his Christmas presents early. He looked from side to side, grin widening further as both Norway and Sweden looked away with color tinging their faces.

He could have jumped them there and then, but a sharp pain in his foot and a warning glare from Norway stopped him. “Later,” the slim nation hissed.

Well, he supposed that he could bear to wait for just a bit longer.
Spirits restored, he dug into the food with renewed gusto. The children were all staring at them with unabashed curiosity and he winked at them cheekily.

“Hey kids, want to go out to play after this?” Four heads nodded in excited synchronicity, before turning puppy eyes to their respective guardians.

The amused looks Norway and Sweden sent his way as they gave their permission said that they knew exactly what he was up to, but Denmark only grinned. The children would be out like lights by mid-afternoon after playing in the snow. Once the youngest members of the household were all tucked away for their nap, there wouldn’t be anything left to hold them back.

Later, as the three of them lay snuggled against each other in front of the fire, he had to admit – sometimes waiting made things even better.


(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I never expected a second fill, so thank you! I can enjoy any set of characters under this prompt, and I have been in the mood for Nordics lately. The little details of domestic life were so sweet, especially with the addition of children, and Norway and Sweden were both very affection while still remaining in character.

Re: DenNorSu - Let's enjoy the time that we have together [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)


(Anonymous) 2014-11-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Aaahhh, gosh, this was so cute! I love the details and just the general dynamics between them all!

LietPolUkr - A very special but normal day.

(Anonymous) 2014-12-06 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Another author anon here. This prompt is lovely and I had a hard time to pick for which nations that I'd fill it with. Eventually I decided for these three! Hope OP doesn't mind a third fill!


“Liking it? I think it's like totally the best thing.”

Poland made a grand gesture towards what looked like a framed document. Lithuania looked over at Ukraine who was standing on Polands other side.
The woman had finally stopped looking nervous, a calm smile now on her face. The ways her shoulder slumped and the weight of her body was held naturally meant more to Lithuania then he could imagine. Ukraine was finally looking relaxed.

It was Poland who had started it, like allot of things in his life.
But when he told him that Ukraine was moving in with them Lithuania quickly accepted it as the most natural thing in the world. He knew Ukraine well enough. Not only from the time they both lived with Russia, the two of them had been casting glances at each other since even before he and Poland joined together to form their commonwealth. The commonwealth that Ukraine, to some extent, had been a part of.

“It looks...cute.”

Ukraine finally said. The woman wasn't wrong. The overly cute decorations that surrounded the otherwise formally framed document did look....cute indeed. He felt that Polands eyes was on him to speak next. As he looked back at Poland he did see that expectant face he could picture by himself perfectly. He personally thought Polands face looked allot cuter then the decorations of the picture.

Unfortunately he would have to be one to destroy the mood. Ukraines relaxed smile and Polands expectant eyes. But if he didn't say anything that wouldn't turn out well.

He felt safe enough with both Poland and Ukraine after all these years that he knew they wouldn't be disappointed at him for long.

“Russia won't like this. That we have a brigade together, the three of us. Doing something very official like this.”

“Don't ruin the mood Liet. You know how much this means to Ukra.”

Poland tried to act extra defensive in front Ukraine by placing his arms on his hips and pouting.

“It's not like that!”

Lithuania was quick to defend himself but turned quickly silent when Ukraine took a few steps towards him, leaned in close and placed her index finger over his lips, causing him to quickly grow silent.
She smiled at him, and Lithuania couldn't help but to feel that the smile made him melt a bit inside. A reassured Ukraine was the best Ukraine.
She then turned to Poland to who seemed to be watching the two of them with a mischievous expression. This seemed to made Ukraine embarrassed instead so whatever she was planning on say that would scold Poland she seemed to have already given it up.

“He knows.”

She said. And he knew that it was true. Just as they all knew that Russia wouldn't approve of this idea they also knew how important it was for all of them. Lithuania felt that he was getting a little worried again but when Ukraine quickly planted a kiss on his mouth and all worries were dispelled again.


He saw Poland move over to him and take his hand.

“This is a special night and we should celebrate it with something nice. Like cake.”


Ukraine clapped her hands and her face lit up. Clearly she already had some idea of what she wanted to do. She took quick steps into their kitchen and had taken down one of the receipt books. Lithuania sighed and smiled before he hurried after her, Poland in tow, still holding his hand.
They had known each other for such a long time. They had all liked each other for such a long time! Just the fact that they could finally be together, and start to show it to the world, even if it was just a little, made Lithuania incredibly happy.

The scattered memories of their shared past blended together in his imaginations for their future.

Poland dragging himself down the stairs in his morning robe. Himself and Ukraine, always early risers, having prepared breakfast together.
The three of them talking about work and hobbies and after a hard day of work they could all relax by the open stove together.
If Ukraine had a stressful day Poland knew exactly how to massage her and if Lithuania ever enlarged whatever worry was on his mind Poland always knew how to dispel it.

Just playing cards together, doing laundry together, go to bed together at night.

And eventually they'd be able to tell everyone about all those things.


(Anonymous) 2014-12-08 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here, sorry about the late response! This was very sweet yet emotional. Thanks for the fill. :)

DenNorIce 1/? (Repost)

(Anonymous) 2015-01-12 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
((In this, first of all Matthias=Denmark, Lukas=Norway, and Eirikur=Iceland, and Eirikur and Lukas aren't brothers. (Mostly because them not being brothers will make it easier to not make Matty into the third wheel.) This will probably be 1 of 2-4 parts, but idk. With that, let me begin.))

"Matthias, if you want to be a lazy asshole I don't care, but would you please at least let go of Eirikur so he can do what he needs to do?" Lukas groaned, standing in the doorway of their bedroom.

He had been awake for hours doing chores around the house, and he kept expecting Eirikur to come out and help him; he always did. However it was only after he went to check on the younger boy that he saw him completely enveloped in the sleepy Dane's arms, looking rather annoyed at how tightly he was being held.

"Matthias, I'm not a teddy bear, let me go. Lukas needs help," Eirikur whined, only to be responded to with a groan from Matthias, who buried his face in Eirikur's neck.

"You're so soft though..." Matthias protested, before he felt Eirikur being pulled out of his grasp.

"Luke, come on!" he squealed in protest, but Eirikur was already out of bed and getting a good morning kiss from Lukas.

Matthias huffed and rolled onto his side, only to be turned back over by Lukas and kissed on the lips. "Good morning, Matthias. Now quit your whining and get up if you want to cling to Eirikur. And put a shirt on for god's sake," he directed him.

"You like it when I'm shirtless around the house, though," Matthias said with a wink, before getting a gentle smack upside the head.

"I said put on a shirt, and I meant it," Lukas growled sternly, and Matthias quickly rolled out of bed and shuffled over to his dresser.

"Good boy," Lukas said, ruffling his hair. "I'll make you toast down in the kitchen. Come on Eirik, let's go," he said, much more gentle with Eirikur and taking his hand, kissing the top of his head and leading him out of the room.

Despite Eirikur's constant protests about how he was always given special treatment, both Matthias and Lukas made it a point to take good care of the youngest. His human form was 18, and while he was technically an adult, Lukas and Matthias still really thought of him as the little child they had taken care of as teenagers, the only difference being that now they could legally be in a relationship with the Icelander without being pedophiles.

When Matthias had dressed himself in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, he went downstairs to the kitchen where Eirikur was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal, and Lukas was standing by the toaster, watching it and waiting for the toast.

Matthias snuck up behind Lukas, wrapping his arms around his waist and hoping to spook him, instead Lukas calmly turned over his shoulder to look at him.

"Do you need something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, and Matthias pulled away, clutching his heart dramatically.

"I was TRYING to cuddle you. That hurts, Luke," he complained dramatically, but was once again being ignored when the toast popped up.

Matthais turned to wait at the table for his food, before noticing Eirikur staring wordlessly at his cereal. The poor boy was jealous.

The Dane scooped him up out of his chair and kissed down, holding onto him tightly as he sat down with him in his lap.

"Hey there, hot stuff," he purred playfully into his ear.

"Matthias, let go," Eirikur whined, but he didn't squirm at all, and Matthias was well aware that the Icelandic nation didn't mind.

Lukas served Matthias and himself food, ignoring Matthias' clinging to the youngest, simply sitting next to them. He shot Matthias a warning glare when he felt a hand on his knee, letting him know that there would be hell raised if he tried to grope him during breakfast.

Matthias nodded quickly, turning his attention back to Eirikur but keeping his hand on Lukas' knee. Really, he just wanted to be as close as he could to the Norwegian. He valued physical contact much more than the other two.

Eirikur was leaning against Matthias' chest, a tired smile on his face that was hidden by the fabric of Matthias' shirt. "Would you stop moving around? If you want to hold me, sit still," he complained with a yawn.

"I love you, both of you," Matthias proclaimed rather suddenly, and Eirikur reddend while Lukas rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, we love you too," Lukas sighed dramatically.

A+ Anon

(Anonymous) 2015-01-12 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
This is so cute! I love that it's getting so many fills, yours in particular I like because nordics are amazing countries! Hop you continue soon!

Re: A+ Anon

(Anonymous) 2015-01-12 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you~ I'll probably continue later tonight or tomorrow ^^


(Anonymous) 2015-01-13 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry about being late! I adore this polyamorous ship, especially the DenIce portions. Denmark fussing over an embarrassed Iceland is the cutest thing ever.

Re: Any/Any/Any/+ -- Consensual Polyamory

(Anonymous) 2015-03-07 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I want this also!