"[Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi] is also prone to [...] ill-judged jokes, such as confessing to using "playboy tactics" in 2005 to enlist the support of Finnish President Tarja Halonen for Italy to host the European Food Safety Authority."
-- BBC News, 18 Nov 2008 (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7736235.stm)
So basically I'm looking for N. Italy/Finland, with Italy working his playboy tactics. Bonus points for jealous Sweden.
This is the anon from above. I'm working on part 2 right now, and I'm not sure exactly how it goes (though I do have a not-so-vague idea of it), but I decided on posting part 1 here for the heck of it. -
Feliciano’s innocence, Tino would later decide, was deceptive. Or, as some would say, really bloody deceptive. In fact, his innocence was a completely, utterly wrong impression of him. Or, well, it really wasn’t, but Tino would decide that, at least.
It had all began with a meeting. They were discussing the European Food Safety Authority, with Feliciano shockingly enough, paying attention, though somehow he always managed to get off topic and start discussing Japan, Germany, and Pasta. It was always Tino’s responsibility to bring the conversation back on topic.
He should have really began to suspect something when the Italian mention how much he’d love it if Tino would support his decision to host the EFSA. And gave him that shifty-eyed, sly look that was hinting something. Yes, that was a definite hint.
A hint that he, Tino, had missed.
Then Feliciano said, “…But Germany aaalways get soooo easily angered! He always shouts on me whenever I bring girls home, and when I suggest we sleep together, he begins to shout at me-”
Tino blinked. “Erm, Italy, I’m not sure you know what is one of the meanings of ‘sleep together’ and ‘sleep with’-“
Feliciano shook his head, “I know! Germany thinks I don’t know, but I do! I like to sleep around, after all, there are so many pretty girls in the world with so many pretty bodies- and as I was about to say, it’s not like Germany should care about my sex life~~” (Unless he wants to be part of it seemed to be left hanging at the end of the sentence.)
And Tino blinked again. He shuddered a bit on the inside, and smiled nervously.
“Oh…you like to do it quite a lot, don’t you?" Stupid! I shouldn’t have said that—
Feliciano’s blissful smile remained. “Yep, I do! Not as much as Greece or Big Bro’ France, but, you know, my playboy tactics just can’t go to waste!”
How did he manage to be so- so damn bloody innocent?
(Wow, maybe he have been hanging around England too much. Actually, he hadn’t been hanging around England very much at all, but apparently his wierd slang stuck.)
“Oh! By the way, Finland,” Feliciano opened his eyes and- suddenly, his face was a bit too close to Tino’s, and he was peering at the Finnish with those brown eyes of his- “Remember what I said about you supporting my position as the leader of the Food Safety Authority?” There was a sly twinkle in his eyes. “Is there any way I could convince you to support me?”
“…” Tino’s nervous smile widened, and suddenly it was very, very hard to keep on.
“Ah- I said, Italy, I’ll think about it-“
“You know what? I think I may know~ Want to see my playboy tactics?”
Oh sh-
But Tino was too slow- suddenly, he found himself being forced on his stomach, pinned against the bed, and there was something pinning his legs down. He felt his jacket being forcefully being taken off, and then- the only thing he could move willingly was his head.
“So, Finland, I would like to-“ There was a soft giggle from behind, “Demonstrate my playboy tactics.”
-
(To be continued later. Would Feliciano convince Tino to support him? Are Italians really the best lovers in the world? Then why the shits aren't they the first in the sex frequency list? What are Feliciano's playboy tactics anyway? )
So, uh, I don't know WHEN this turned into a comedy. Also, I chickened out on writing anything to explicit due to my own inexperience.
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“So, Finland-“ Feliciano’s voice came in, closer and right next to Tino’s ear – “I bet you and Sweden do this all the time?”
Tino felt his shirt being taken off- and blushed deeply. “W-Why would we?”
“Tinooo, aren’t you his wife?”
“I’m not! I’m not a woman!”
“But, well-“ Feliciano’s hand reached under, his fingertips pressed against Tino’s abdomen and causing a slightly tickly feeling- “He’s the one on top, right?”
Tino pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.
“Finland, you know, when it comes to Germany and me, I’m aaalways the one of bottom!~ And that’s just not fair, because I have more experience, but when I told Germany that, he got all angry-“ Feliciano pouted as his hand ran through Tino’s back and lower- “-And said that I’ll always be the one on bottom because I only have experience with girls. He knows nothing! Girls and boys are actually pretty similar. All the matters is what they have between the legs! And on top-”
Tino was smiling nervously, trying not to let the Italian feel him shaking while on the inside he was having a twitching fit, and it was worse than several Raivis fits. “B-But, Italy, that makes a huge difference in bed!”
“True. But I wasn’t referring to that. Actually, what were we talking about? Ah!”
Briefly, Tino wondered several things on Feliciano.
The strong, firm had pressed against his back began to massage him, gently, but with a pair of strong, soft hands- and then the hands, both of them, moved to remove his pants and underneath-
Tino turned redder, with a shade of pink. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be aroused, but yet, his was-
“Hey, Finland? You know, girls like it when I do this, but I’m not sure about this specific technique- soo, I’m going to try this on you!”
“Where the heck is that idiot? If I find him going out with random pretty girls again, I’ll…”
-
“Ah, that was good.”
“Eh…ehm…um…-“
“Time to take it to the front side, right?” Wink, wink.
-
Several hours later, an irritated (and worried, though for the life of him he’d never admit it) Ludwig had come to pick Feliciano up, preparing a speech on punctuality and staying up late. He found Berwald standing in front of the door, looking as (unintentionally) angry as always.
He found himself speaking up, “You came here to…”
The Scandinavian nation nodded in response. “’S takin lotsa time. Wonder what’s goin on n’there.”
Ludwig made a face. “That Italy! Oh god, you’d think he’d not go as far as to stay out so late uninformed, but Italians are!-”
“Yeah. ‘Bet they’re great bed partners too tho’. Ya’ pr’bly know.”
“…What?”
“’Nuthin.” Oh Christ, was Berwald blushing? Of all people to blush-
“You can ask your wife!” Came a sudden shout from inside the building. The door opened, revealing the speaker as Feliciano, who was skipping outside with a red-faced Tino trailing behind him. “Finland probably knows what we’re like,” He giggled and jumped right into Ludwig’s arms.
Berwald was staring and him, looking genuinely angry but trying to hide it (as you can tell, that did not go over well with him), and sharing this expression with Ludwig.
Tino walked softly over to Berwald’s side, shaking slightly. And there was a suspenseful, long silence. It was then when a exchange of glances occurred.
The glances exchange is a marvelous technique of communication. Few know who indeed found it. However, it’s not very reliable, for every glance can mean anything.
What Berwald’s glance meant was, G’ddamit, how can ya’ be th’ husband of this guy? ‘S a f’ckin rapist! Look at what he did to my wife!
Ludwig’s glance, meanwhile, meant, I am so sorry for this guy’s little act, I swear I’ll punish him so badly when we get home, hope you’re not too jealous, sorry for your wife.
(Then Tino glanced at them both, read exactly what their glances meant, and his own meant, I’m not his wife! Dammit, guys, I’m not a woman!)
Then Feliciano opened his eyes, glanced at Tino, who looked back and shuddered nervously, knowing perfectly well that Feliciano’s glance meant, I’ll be back to fuck you more ~ And, in the shape of words, it would have probably be said in a cheerful, sing-song voice, the same way that Russia says in his cute, childlike, voice, “I want to see your troubled, pained, suffering faces.”
Tino wondered when did he start comparing Feliciano to Ivan.
Thank yoy very much! Writing this fic made me ship these two. That and I thought the idea was really cute!
So, uh, AnonWriter was wondering. She thought about posting this fic to the main comm, but she's not sure about how that would go over, and if she should. This fic isn't too popular, so there is a very small chance of any reception at all. And she had posted exactly one kink meme fic to the main comm so far, and she is very uncomfortable with the rest, so, help, I guess?
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-23 02:18 am (UTC)(link)-- BBC News, 18 Nov 2008 (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7736235.stm)
So basically I'm looking for N. Italy/Finland, with Italy working his playboy tactics. Bonus points for jealous Sweden.
Bloody Deceptive™, Indeed [Part 1/??]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)-
Feliciano’s innocence, Tino would later decide, was deceptive. Or, as some would say, really bloody deceptive. In fact, his innocence was a completely, utterly wrong impression of him. Or, well, it really wasn’t, but Tino would decide that, at least.
It had all began with a meeting. They were discussing the European Food Safety Authority, with Feliciano shockingly enough, paying attention, though somehow he always managed to get off topic and start discussing Japan, Germany, and Pasta. It was always Tino’s responsibility to bring the conversation back on topic.
He should have really began to suspect something when the Italian mention how much he’d love it if Tino would support his decision to host the EFSA. And gave him that shifty-eyed, sly look that was hinting something. Yes, that was a definite hint.
A hint that he, Tino, had missed.
Then Feliciano said, “…But Germany aaalways get soooo easily angered! He always shouts on me whenever I bring girls home, and when I suggest we sleep together, he begins to shout at me-”
Tino blinked. “Erm, Italy, I’m not sure you know what is one of the meanings of ‘sleep together’ and ‘sleep with’-“
Feliciano shook his head, “I know! Germany thinks I don’t know, but I do! I like to sleep around, after all, there are so many pretty girls in the world with so many pretty bodies- and as I was about to say, it’s not like Germany should care about my sex life~~” (Unless he wants to be part of it seemed to be left hanging at the end of the sentence.)
And Tino blinked again. He shuddered a bit on the inside, and smiled nervously.
“Oh…you like to do it quite a lot, don’t you?" Stupid! I shouldn’t have said that—
Feliciano’s blissful smile remained. “Yep, I do! Not as much as Greece or Big Bro’ France, but, you know, my playboy tactics just can’t go to waste!”
How did he manage to be so- so damn bloody innocent?
(Wow, maybe he have been hanging around England too much. Actually, he hadn’t been hanging around England very much at all, but apparently his wierd slang stuck.)
“Oh! By the way, Finland,” Feliciano opened his eyes and- suddenly, his face was a bit too close to Tino’s, and he was peering at the Finnish with those brown eyes of his- “Remember what I said about you supporting my position as the leader of the Food Safety Authority?” There was a sly twinkle in his eyes. “Is there any way I could convince you to support me?”
“…” Tino’s nervous smile widened, and suddenly it was very, very hard to keep on.
“Ah- I said, Italy, I’ll think about it-“
“You know what? I think I may know~ Want to see my playboy tactics?”
Oh sh-
But Tino was too slow- suddenly, he found himself being forced on his stomach, pinned against the bed, and there was something pinning his legs down. He felt his jacket being forcefully being taken off, and then- the only thing he could move willingly was his head.
“So, Finland, I would like to-“ There was a soft giggle from behind, “Demonstrate my playboy tactics.”
-
(To be continued later. Would Feliciano convince Tino to support him? Are Italians really the best lovers in the world? Then why the shits aren't they the first in the sex frequency list? What are Feliciano's playboy tactics anyway? )
Re: Bloody Deceptive™, Indeed [Part 1/??]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)Hope you post more soon♥
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)MOAR
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 12:59 am (UTC)(link)Bloody Deceptive™, Indeed [Part 2/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 07:07 am (UTC)(link)-
“So, Finland-“ Feliciano’s voice came in, closer and right next to Tino’s ear – “I bet you and Sweden do this all the time?”
Tino felt his shirt being taken off- and blushed deeply. “W-Why would we?”
“Tinooo, aren’t you his wife?”
“I’m not! I’m not a woman!”
“But, well-“ Feliciano’s hand reached under, his fingertips pressed against Tino’s abdomen and causing a slightly tickly feeling- “He’s the one on top, right?”
Tino pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.
“Finland, you know, when it comes to Germany and me, I’m aaalways the one of bottom!~ And that’s just not fair, because I have more experience, but when I told Germany that, he got all angry-“ Feliciano pouted as his hand ran through Tino’s back and lower- “-And said that I’ll always be the one on bottom because I only have experience with girls. He knows nothing! Girls and boys are actually pretty similar. All the matters is what they have between the legs! And on top-”
Tino was smiling nervously, trying not to let the Italian feel him shaking while on the inside he was having a twitching fit, and it was worse than several Raivis fits. “B-But, Italy, that makes a huge difference in bed!”
“True. But I wasn’t referring to that. Actually, what were we talking about? Ah!”
Briefly, Tino wondered several things on Feliciano.
The strong, firm had pressed against his back began to massage him, gently, but with a pair of strong, soft hands- and then the hands, both of them, moved to remove his pants and underneath-
Tino turned redder, with a shade of pink. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be aroused, but yet, his was-
“Hey, Finland? You know, girls like it when I do this, but I’m not sure about this specific technique- soo, I’m going to try this on you!”
“B-But I’m not a girl!”
Too late.
Bloody Deceptive™, Indeed [Part 3/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-09 07:08 am (UTC)(link)“Where the heck is that idiot? If I find him going out with random pretty girls again, I’ll…”
-
“Ah, that was good.”
“Eh…ehm…um…-“
“Time to take it to the front side, right?” Wink, wink.
-
Several hours later, an irritated (and worried, though for the life of him he’d never admit it) Ludwig had come to pick Feliciano up, preparing a speech on punctuality and staying up late. He found Berwald standing in front of the door, looking as (unintentionally) angry as always.
He found himself speaking up, “You came here to…”
The Scandinavian nation nodded in response. “’S takin lotsa time. Wonder what’s goin on n’there.”
Ludwig made a face. “That Italy! Oh god, you’d think he’d not go as far as to stay out so late uninformed, but Italians are!-”
“Yeah. ‘Bet they’re great bed partners too tho’. Ya’ pr’bly know.”
“…What?”
“’Nuthin.” Oh Christ, was Berwald blushing? Of all people to blush-
“You can ask your wife!” Came a sudden shout from inside the building. The door opened, revealing the speaker as Feliciano, who was skipping outside with a red-faced Tino trailing behind him. “Finland probably knows what we’re like,” He giggled and jumped right into Ludwig’s arms.
Berwald was staring and him, looking genuinely angry but trying to hide it (as you can tell, that did not go over well with him), and sharing this expression with Ludwig.
Tino walked softly over to Berwald’s side, shaking slightly. And there was a suspenseful, long silence. It was then when a exchange of glances occurred.
The glances exchange is a marvelous technique of communication. Few know who indeed found it. However, it’s not very reliable, for every glance can mean anything.
What Berwald’s glance meant was, G’ddamit, how can ya’ be th’ husband of this guy? ‘S a f’ckin rapist! Look at what he did to my wife!
Ludwig’s glance, meanwhile, meant, I am so sorry for this guy’s little act, I swear I’ll punish him so badly when we get home, hope you’re not too jealous, sorry for your wife.
(Then Tino glanced at them both, read exactly what their glances meant, and his own meant, I’m not his wife! Dammit, guys, I’m not a woman!)
Then Feliciano opened his eyes, glanced at Tino, who looked back and shuddered nervously, knowing perfectly well that Feliciano’s glance meant, I’ll be back to fuck you more ~ And, in the shape of words, it would have probably be said in a cheerful, sing-song voice, the same way that Russia says in his cute, childlike, voice, “I want to see your troubled, pained, suffering faces.”
Tino wondered when did he start comparing Feliciano to Ivan.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)This was amazing. ^-^
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-23 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)I LOVE YOU, ANON! <3
N.Italy/Finland is more hot than I thought!
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(Anonymous) 2009-04-01 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)So, uh, AnonWriter was wondering. She thought about posting this fic to the main comm, but she's not sure about how that would go over, and if she should. This fic isn't too popular, so there is a very small chance of any reception at all. And she had posted exactly one kink meme fic to the main comm so far, and she is very uncomfortable with the rest, so, help, I guess?