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okay. i've been wanting to make this request for ages, and i've finally figured out a decent way to phrase it.
any couple (bonus points if it's someone completely unexpected, like sweden/finland, austria/hungary, russia/china...) making a homemade porno.
bonus points will be awarded for the following:
- bad, cheesy "erotic" dialogue
- hilarious titles (i.e. "the da vinci chode")
- a third party finding the videoand forwarding it to everyone in their email address book
depressingly specific request is depressingly specific, but i have faith that someone out there can do it ;A;!
any couple (bonus points if it's someone completely unexpected, like sweden/finland, austria/hungary, russia/china...) making a homemade porno.
bonus points will be awarded for the following:
- bad, cheesy "erotic" dialogue
- hilarious titles (i.e. "the da vinci chode")
- a third party finding the video
depressingly specific request is depressingly specific, but i have faith that someone out there can do it ;A;!
Lithuania/America - This anon would kill to see Liet topping America while England somehow ends up spying on them; and is furious that America never let him top before.
Bonus points if you throw in Liet trying out a few "techniques" that he learned from Russia. Or England getting off on what he sees.
OTL I've NEVER seen Liet/America anywhere, and this saddens me so. Won't an anon rectify this?
(Also, please don't use America's abbreviated names (Example, US or USA) for some reason it just sounds weird to me.) Sorry for being so specific, U_U
Bonus points if you throw in Liet trying out a few "techniques" that he learned from Russia. Or England getting off on what he sees.
OTL I've NEVER seen Liet/America anywhere, and this saddens me so. Won't an anon rectify this?
(Also, please don't use America's abbreviated names (Example, US or USA) for some reason it just sounds weird to me.) Sorry for being so specific, U_U
Anon would dearly love to see America, Canada and China hanging out together geeking about their respective dinosaur finds.
Bonus if Egypt comes too, since his dinosaurs are also pretty cool.
Sorry, random request is random and geeky. ^_^;
Bonus if Egypt comes too, since his dinosaurs are also pretty cool.
Sorry, random request is random and geeky. ^_^;
France/America/England. Established couple France and England adding America to their relationship, first time as a threesome.
Human names are preferred, but if any anons would rather use country names that's fine. ♥
Human names are preferred, but if any anons would rather use country names that's fine. ♥
You/Your country (come on, you people KNOW you've thought of this at least once!)
Yes, you have met your country in person, know who/what he/she is, have he/she for a day all to yourself, WHAT DO YOU DO TOGETHER?! Art is extreme love (but that's just me) and fic form is preferred to be drabble length, but whatever you want, basically!
Just something fun for everybody. Let's see how many people can fill this! XD
Yes, you have met your country in person, know who/what he/she is, have he/she for a day all to yourself, WHAT DO YOU DO TOGETHER?! Art is extreme love (but that's just me) and fic form is preferred to be drabble length, but whatever you want, basically!
Just something fun for everybody. Let's see how many people can fill this! XD
Sweden/Finland-- sucking each other off PLZ.<333
Dark squicky controversial request is controversial on several levels
(Anonymous) 2009-03-04 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)Germany/Vichy France, with girl!OC!Vichy
France's daughter Vichy whoring herself to Germany. Submission, humilation/degradation, and abusive relationship. (He hits her for minor transgressions, or whenever he feels like it, and she puts up with it because she has no choice; the violence is NOT sexy.)
Bonus points if you include post-war Free!Francis killing her for it.
France's daughter Vichy whoring herself to Germany. Submission, humilation/degradation, and abusive relationship. (He hits her for minor transgressions, or whenever he feels like it, and she puts up with it because she has no choice; the violence is NOT sexy.)
Bonus points if you include post-war Free!Francis killing her for it.
I-I'm sorry for posting a new request... I hope it's ok! If not, t-that's fine! ;3;
I would just really like to see this, and there isn't nearly enough SuFin out there. :)
Would some lovely anon base a fic on the song "Winter Song" by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson? For some reason it always reminds me of these two, and I can't get the image out of my head ♥.
It's located here for a listen - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUO0gd7cr9o :).
Maybe Su-san is away for one reason or another, and Finland is behind... perhaps a homecoming and just all around sweetness when Su-san arrives home? Just something sweet, fluffy, and all around beautiful. Smut isn't needed, but it's also welcomed :).
Basically, whatever anon sees fit, I'll be extremely happy ♥.
I would just really like to see this, and there isn't nearly enough SuFin out there. :)
Would some lovely anon base a fic on the song "Winter Song" by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson? For some reason it always reminds me of these two, and I can't get the image out of my head ♥.
It's located here for a listen - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUO0gd7cr9o :).
Maybe Su-san is away for one reason or another, and Finland is behind... perhaps a homecoming and just all around sweetness when Su-san arrives home? Just something sweet, fluffy, and all around beautiful. Smut isn't needed, but it's also welcomed :).
Basically, whatever anon sees fit, I'll be extremely happy ♥.
Okay, short and lame drabble is short and lame, okay?
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"Hello?"
He speaks into a rusted can, hoping the person on the other end will answer. He brights up when he receives a reply.
"Hello."
"Hi. I love you."
He flushes uncontrollably promptly after that. 'Idiot, idiot, idiot!" He chants to himself, as he hears a sigh though the metal can.
"I know."
His hand fumbles with the green thread connected to the can. His mouth forms no words as he thinks of something to say.
"Hello, Enlgand?"
He snaps out of contemplation.
"Yes?"
He could practically feel his lover's smile, oh how he wanted to run his hands through his lover's black hair-
"I love you too."
This was all they had, coping with the distance between them.
But he wasn't complaining.
"... I know."
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The cans are symbolic, of course...
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"Hello?"
He speaks into a rusted can, hoping the person on the other end will answer. He brights up when he receives a reply.
"Hello."
"Hi. I love you."
He flushes uncontrollably promptly after that. 'Idiot, idiot, idiot!" He chants to himself, as he hears a sigh though the metal can.
"I know."
His hand fumbles with the green thread connected to the can. His mouth forms no words as he thinks of something to say.
"Hello, Enlgand?"
He snaps out of contemplation.
"Yes?"
He could practically feel his lover's smile, oh how he wanted to run his hands through his lover's black hair-
"I love you too."
This was all they had, coping with the distance between them.
But he wasn't complaining.
"... I know."
---
The cans are symbolic, of course...
Here's a short random comic fill. :3 Feel free to ignore the fact that they're holdig their hands the wrong way.
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Hello, this is a little author note! I got bored one night and just decided to pick up an idea to write a drabble on. Title is stupid, story is too probably, I guess that's up to you to decide. Anyway, here my tiny contribution to the Kink meme~
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All of it had started out with a simple fist-fight. Well, as simple as one could get when it was between two nations, both bent on destroying the other if only for just a little while.
Having possibly the two strongest creatures in the world go against each other would likely cause havoc anywhere, and the meeting place was no exception. Not an hour into the meeting, and America (who had been talking non-stop about his plans for a restaurant on the moon) was quickly met with the curved end of Russia's pipe. All other activities came to a stand still as the two nations went at it, taunts and soft noises of pain slipping through all the commotion and coming to rest within all the other's ears.
The little brawl between the two was barely interrupted, anyone who dared try to break them up in the past going home with at the very least a broken bone. Not even Germany thought to stop the tussle, once on the receiving end of both of the nation's throws. And both times had he been made to heal for weeks.
Usually, these little acts of strength between Russia and America lasted a few minutes, with damage that looked as though a war had passed through. This time was the exception though, because this time, something unbelievably odd and strange happened. Something that made everyone, even Russia, stop and stare at the star-spangled country for a moment.
He giggled.
And not just any, run of the mill giggle. It was a pure, filled with childhood memories and happiness giggle. Definitely far from any kind of laugh Russia did. So as it sounded out – seeming to draw itself out and echo off the walls, though only really lasted for a second – everyone in the room knew it had come from not the bigger nation, but the one that commonly laughed like an idiot. Yet here he was, a giggle sounding like a child's dying and silencing in the room.
For a minute, America had stared right back at everyone, clueless as to what had made them all stop. There was a hand around his neck, Russia's, but it wasn't choking him like it was supposed to be. Instead, it just laid there, the person it belonged to gaping at the smaller nation. Eventually, it got a little too weird for America, so with a slightly annoyed voice, he said a single word that broke the freeze that had settled over the room.
“What?”
At that one, little word, Russia's smile stretched across his pale face, the look he gave the younger country rivaling the devil's. Without another noise from either of the two (the bigger man not giving the other enough time to talk) Russia's gloved hands moved quickly, fingers dancing across the small space given to him of America's neck.
And once again, the giggle from before slipped past his lips, though this time it was loud and clear, stronger from before.
Confused faces and wide-eyed stares; that was all that looked at the two on the floor as Russia continued his pleasant attack on America's neck. The other nations, all of which were debating whether or not to now stop them, all just stood around awkwardly, listening to America's halfhearted pleads of stop. From the wide smile on his face and the laughs now ringing through out the whole building no doubt, they were truly unsure as to whether or not they should stop this.
However, when England took a step forward, in a claim to 'stop all this nonsense once and for all', and earned a glaring smile from Russia, that was the end of all thoughts of breaking off the one-sided tickle fight. With a sigh and a shake of the head at the two on the floor, Germany called out to all the other nations for a break, picking it up later. All of them filed out of the room, taking final glances at the now struggling (but still laughing) America and Russia before leaving with relieved breaths.
***
"S-Stop, please!" America called out to the one on him, desperately kicking and pushing weaker than normal in an attempt to do just that. The tickling-torture had been going on for twenty minutes now, ending up with him on his stomach and Russia sitting on his back. His shoes were off, and much to his displeasure, the other was in the process of running his fingers over the bottom of his foot.
"Oh, but this is so fun~!" Russia giggled much differently than America, relishing in the sounds he made come out of the other. Once he had found out the other had been ticklish, it was the perfect opportunity for a little revenge. "And your laugh is so nice when you don't sound like a dying horse!"
With a few curses messed up by his laughing, America shook his head and shut his eyes tight. With this new found 'weakness' of his, Russia was going to have a much better advantage with fights and such. And in the beginning, America didn't mind, but now he was hungry, tired, and there was a slight ache in his side and his cheeks for laughing too much.
In a final burst of strength, brought on by his need for food, America grunted as he finally managed to land a good kick to Russia's shoulder, throwing the man off balance and allowing him to slip out from under him.
With a victorious smile, America quickly pinned down the bigger nation, and for a split second, he thought, and a split second later, a grin much like the Cheshire Cat's bloomed across his face.
"Well, look how the tables have turned," He mocked, earning him the satisfaction of seeing Russia's eyes widen and his struggle to get away. Then again, he wasn't having any of that now. Using all of his weight to keep the other grounded, he leaned in real close to the other's ear. "Let's see how you like it."
A movement of fingers, and a childish laugh bounced off the walls of the meeting room. And it was in that moment a war of tickling had blossomed between them, and would likely never stop so long as they both kept laughing.
***
All of it had started out with a simple fist-fight. Well, as simple as one could get when it was between two nations, both bent on destroying the other if only for just a little while.
Having possibly the two strongest creatures in the world go against each other would likely cause havoc anywhere, and the meeting place was no exception. Not an hour into the meeting, and America (who had been talking non-stop about his plans for a restaurant on the moon) was quickly met with the curved end of Russia's pipe. All other activities came to a stand still as the two nations went at it, taunts and soft noises of pain slipping through all the commotion and coming to rest within all the other's ears.
The little brawl between the two was barely interrupted, anyone who dared try to break them up in the past going home with at the very least a broken bone. Not even Germany thought to stop the tussle, once on the receiving end of both of the nation's throws. And both times had he been made to heal for weeks.
Usually, these little acts of strength between Russia and America lasted a few minutes, with damage that looked as though a war had passed through. This time was the exception though, because this time, something unbelievably odd and strange happened. Something that made everyone, even Russia, stop and stare at the star-spangled country for a moment.
He giggled.
And not just any, run of the mill giggle. It was a pure, filled with childhood memories and happiness giggle. Definitely far from any kind of laugh Russia did. So as it sounded out – seeming to draw itself out and echo off the walls, though only really lasted for a second – everyone in the room knew it had come from not the bigger nation, but the one that commonly laughed like an idiot. Yet here he was, a giggle sounding like a child's dying and silencing in the room.
For a minute, America had stared right back at everyone, clueless as to what had made them all stop. There was a hand around his neck, Russia's, but it wasn't choking him like it was supposed to be. Instead, it just laid there, the person it belonged to gaping at the smaller nation. Eventually, it got a little too weird for America, so with a slightly annoyed voice, he said a single word that broke the freeze that had settled over the room.
“What?”
At that one, little word, Russia's smile stretched across his pale face, the look he gave the younger country rivaling the devil's. Without another noise from either of the two (the bigger man not giving the other enough time to talk) Russia's gloved hands moved quickly, fingers dancing across the small space given to him of America's neck.
And once again, the giggle from before slipped past his lips, though this time it was loud and clear, stronger from before.
Confused faces and wide-eyed stares; that was all that looked at the two on the floor as Russia continued his pleasant attack on America's neck. The other nations, all of which were debating whether or not to now stop them, all just stood around awkwardly, listening to America's halfhearted pleads of stop. From the wide smile on his face and the laughs now ringing through out the whole building no doubt, they were truly unsure as to whether or not they should stop this.
However, when England took a step forward, in a claim to 'stop all this nonsense once and for all', and earned a glaring smile from Russia, that was the end of all thoughts of breaking off the one-sided tickle fight. With a sigh and a shake of the head at the two on the floor, Germany called out to all the other nations for a break, picking it up later. All of them filed out of the room, taking final glances at the now struggling (but still laughing) America and Russia before leaving with relieved breaths.
***
"S-Stop, please!" America called out to the one on him, desperately kicking and pushing weaker than normal in an attempt to do just that. The tickling-torture had been going on for twenty minutes now, ending up with him on his stomach and Russia sitting on his back. His shoes were off, and much to his displeasure, the other was in the process of running his fingers over the bottom of his foot.
"Oh, but this is so fun~!" Russia giggled much differently than America, relishing in the sounds he made come out of the other. Once he had found out the other had been ticklish, it was the perfect opportunity for a little revenge. "And your laugh is so nice when you don't sound like a dying horse!"
With a few curses messed up by his laughing, America shook his head and shut his eyes tight. With this new found 'weakness' of his, Russia was going to have a much better advantage with fights and such. And in the beginning, America didn't mind, but now he was hungry, tired, and there was a slight ache in his side and his cheeks for laughing too much.
In a final burst of strength, brought on by his need for food, America grunted as he finally managed to land a good kick to Russia's shoulder, throwing the man off balance and allowing him to slip out from under him.
With a victorious smile, America quickly pinned down the bigger nation, and for a split second, he thought, and a split second later, a grin much like the Cheshire Cat's bloomed across his face.
"Well, look how the tables have turned," He mocked, earning him the satisfaction of seeing Russia's eyes widen and his struggle to get away. Then again, he wasn't having any of that now. Using all of his weight to keep the other grounded, he leaned in real close to the other's ear. "Let's see how you like it."
A movement of fingers, and a childish laugh bounced off the walls of the meeting room. And it was in that moment a war of tickling had blossomed between them, and would likely never stop so long as they both kept laughing.
wow! this is really great so far! I'm excited to know what happens next, please continue!
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