“Mmph,” The tousle-haired man straightened, biting his lip at the thought of it. He raised an arm to wipe his flushed face. He felt a bit grimy and sweaty from all the work he’d had to do. The British nation tugged at his collar and bowtie uncomfortably, more than ready to be rid of it.
The front entrance chimed as someone came in through the doors and irritation filled the sandy-blond haired man. He refused to turn around, wiping at the table more vigorously.
“This establishment is closed.” UK’s tone was crisp.
“Finally. I don’t think I could wait any more.” The voice that answered was pleasant yet slightly strained.
UK felt a blush spread along his skin. “America.” He managed in greeting, feeling the way the taller man’s eyes trailed down his nearly nude form. His fingers clenched sporadically on the rag he held. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
USA grinned a bit and crossed the room, standing behind the shorter man, his body heat radiating against Britain’s exposed body. The tousle-haired man became tongue tied when America bowed his head and kissed one creamy shoulder, warm hands holding his hips.
“I think I’ll be doing you.” The American said lowly, and England gasped when he was pulled backwards briskly against the other. The rough fabric of his pants and shirt sent a shocked thrill through the Brit’s suddenly trembling body.
“All that teasing you did,” America’s heavy erection pressed insistently against his behind.
“That was naughty of you, see what you did to me? You’re going have to take all of it.” America thrust lightly against him, pressing tiny kisses up England’s neck up to his hair. The frame of his glasses was cool against his cheek. UK began to shift restlessly and pant.
‘Me, the tease!’ UK thought in hazy outrage. He dropped his cleaning rag with a soft yelp when he was bent over the large dining table.
He shuddered in lust when America fussed with the back bow of his apron briefly, and then he felt more than heard the other nation’s belt buckle undo, pants falling around ankles with a rustle.
“A-ah.. Ah..!” England gasped lowly.
“… I’m going to… screw you so hard…” USA breathed out, hands griping at his waist, scrunching the fabric of his uniform.
He supposed America had spent his time out of the restaurant buying some type of obscene lube, because the next thing the British nation knew, slick fingers were circling his tight entrance, sliding in slowly and back out again.
“O-oh, god…” UK panted and pushed his rear back.
America groaned and stared at the knot tied just above where he held UK’s waist. The tousle-haired man gasped, wetting his lips as America pushed in, filling him in one thick motion.
“Uhg… England!” America panted raggedly, reaching one hand around the stroke the trembling man’s hard length beneath his apron.
His raw silk tie tickled England’s back as he thrust in and out quickly, drawing back in a torturously slow movement every once in a while, driving the shorter man up the wall.
“Ah! Ah! Uhng… c-come on…” England grunted in pleasure, his shaking hands fisting against the table, breathing stilted.
America groaned again and sped up, pushing in all the way as he came hard, his pelvis still thrusting though there was no more space to fill.
“Ah!” England cried out as he came a short moment later, his hips bucking. He slackened in the taller man’s arms, breathing laboriously as America leaned heavily on him, trapping him against the table.
“I can’t move.” UK complained quietly after a while, thick eyebrows furrowing.
USA ignored him and rubbed his nose fondly against the blushing nape of England’s neck. “That was awesome…” He laughed slightly. “Where do I leave your tip?”
UK only groaned in response, and the abused apron finally fell off.
“…Tease.” America grinned in sated exhaustion.
‘OK.’ He decided. Maybe France was definitely getting 5 stars for this restaurant.
And now, I request a bucket...! This fill is drool-worthy! I can't stop reading it, oh my gosh. England being so tsundere and it being Francis' restaurant, and America hitting on him so much and oh gosh.
♥I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WRITER!ANON♥ let's get married
You wrote exactly what I was looking for in this prompt ♥ Sooo happyyy~
Its sad the amount of time I put into this and its only really a sketch. Sorry it isn't more yaoi-ish but I'm not that skilled. Here it is anyway http://i43.tinypic.com/2nr8rq.jpg
BTW I didn't know how post it anonymous before so I used a mule account to post it. ^_^;;
OH FUCK!!!!!!!! WRITER!ANON HERE. shit I'm glad I came to check for possible reviews. HOLY SHIT I NEVER GET FANART FOR MY FICS!!! Thank you anon, that is some dedication and smex right there. *saves to files to keep until hereafter*
Artist!Anon: I'm really glad you liked it (This was my first Hetalia related artwork). ^_^ I loved your story. I could just imagine Arthur in his 'uniform' so I had to draw him. XD If this story has any baring on what your other stories are like you should be receiving fanart more often!
YOU GUYS. have you seen this site? http://saikare2.blog24.fc2.com/blog-category-0.html sooo much England naked waiter. Also Prussia naked waiter! THIS IS THE BEST SITE EVER.
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Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)The front entrance chimed as someone came in through the doors and irritation filled the sandy-blond haired man. He refused to turn around, wiping at the table more vigorously.
“This establishment is closed.” UK’s tone was crisp.
“Finally. I don’t think I could wait any more.” The voice that answered was pleasant yet slightly strained.
UK felt a blush spread along his skin. “America.” He managed in greeting, feeling the way the taller man’s eyes trailed down his nearly nude form. His fingers clenched sporadically on the rag he held. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
USA grinned a bit and crossed the room, standing behind the shorter man, his body heat radiating against Britain’s exposed body. The tousle-haired man became tongue tied when America bowed his head and kissed one creamy shoulder, warm hands holding his hips.
“I think I’ll be doing you.” The American said lowly, and England gasped when he was pulled backwards briskly against the other. The rough fabric of his pants and shirt sent a shocked thrill through the Brit’s suddenly trembling body.
“All that teasing you did,” America’s heavy erection pressed insistently against his behind.
“That was naughty of you, see what you did to me? You’re going have to take all of it.” America thrust lightly against him, pressing tiny kisses up England’s neck up to his hair. The frame of his glasses was cool against his cheek. UK began to shift restlessly and pant.
‘Me, the tease!’ UK thought in hazy outrage. He dropped his cleaning rag with a soft yelp when he was bent over the large dining table.
He shuddered in lust when America fussed with the back bow of his apron briefly, and then he felt more than heard the other nation’s belt buckle undo, pants falling around ankles with a rustle.
“A-ah.. Ah..!” England gasped lowly.
“… I’m going to… screw you so hard…” USA breathed out, hands griping at his waist, scrunching the fabric of his uniform.
He supposed America had spent his time out of the restaurant buying some type of obscene lube, because the next thing the British nation knew, slick fingers were circling his tight entrance, sliding in slowly and back out again.
“O-oh, god…” UK panted and pushed his rear back.
America groaned and stared at the knot tied just above where he held UK’s waist. The tousle-haired man gasped, wetting his lips as America pushed in, filling him in one thick motion.
“Uhg… England!” America panted raggedly, reaching one hand around the stroke the trembling man’s hard length beneath his apron.
His raw silk tie tickled England’s back as he thrust in and out quickly, drawing back in a torturously slow movement every once in a while, driving the shorter man up the wall.
“Ah! Ah! Uhng… c-come on…” England grunted in pleasure, his shaking hands fisting against the table, breathing stilted.
America groaned again and sped up, pushing in all the way as he came hard, his pelvis still thrusting though there was no more space to fill.
“Ah!” England cried out as he came a short moment later, his hips bucking. He slackened in the taller man’s arms, breathing laboriously as America leaned heavily on him, trapping him against the table.
“I can’t move.” UK complained quietly after a while, thick eyebrows furrowing.
USA ignored him and rubbed his nose fondly against the blushing nape of England’s neck. “That was awesome…” He laughed slightly. “Where do I leave your tip?”
UK only groaned in response, and the abused apron finally fell off.
“…Tease.” America grinned in sated exhaustion.
‘OK.’ He decided. Maybe France was definitely getting 5 stars for this restaurant.
*End*
Re: Manservant part 4
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 05:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 09:09 am (UTC)(link)I CAME [3]ohgod that was delicious.
plz to write moar US/UK things.
Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 09:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks Anon!
Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-17 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)Please to be writing more US/UK stuff? :D
Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)And I must agree with all the comments above, especially the one that says this is one of the hottest fanfics in this meme.
Wow, seriously.
Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-19 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)i am incoherent.
THIS NEEDS FANARTRe: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-20 06:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-01-21 08:36 am (UTC)(link)An OP has appeared!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-21 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)And now, I request a bucket...! This fill is drool-worthy! I can't stop reading it, oh my gosh. England being so tsundere and it being Francis' restaurant, and America hitting on him so much and oh gosh.
♥I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WRITER!ANON♥
let's get marriedYou wrote exactly what I was looking for in this prompt ♥ Sooo happyyy~
Re: An OP has appeared!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-23 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-02-05 08:02 am (UTC)(link)OHHH MY.
i...i might have to fanart this.
FanArt Fail
(Anonymous) 2009-02-06 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)Here it is anyway
BTW I didn't know how post it anonymous before so I used a mule account to post it. ^_^;;
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(Anonymous) 2009-02-13 06:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-02-11 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)have you seen this site?
http://saikare2.blog24.fc2.com/blog-category-0.html
sooo much England naked waiter. Also Prussia naked waiter!
THIS IS THE BEST SITE EVER.
Re: Manservant part 4
(Anonymous) 2009-06-29 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)