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I'm not sure if this bears up under current historical evidence, but I learnt in history class a few years ago that in the prelude to WWI, Germany was anxiously seeking to form an alliance with Britain or at least to prevent it from joining the French-Russian alliance.
But the way the new Kaiser thought would be best to win Britain over was to threaten and use displays of force to maybe bully England onto their side.
S-so tl;dr, but Germany trying to woo England/Arthur by acting like a jerk. (And finally, succeeding)
Either historical context (the WWI-era: "I'm going to INVADE BELGIUM AND YOUR VITAL REGIONS") or some kind of human-AU - (oh god, kindergarten/high school AU where Ludwig's teasing him and pulling pranks on him and beating his friends up and Arthur's oblivious and angry and "MOM THIS KID IN CLASS KEEPS PULLING MY HAIR AND PUSHING ME INTO DIRT" "That means he likes you, dear").
BONUS: optional, but I have a huge soft spot for Gilbert & because it was technically still Prussia up to the world wars, if it's GILBERT being a jerk, perhaps failing to win Arthur, but coming back as "Germany/Ludwig" then years later, significantly more mature & restrained and restarting courtship.
love you forever, anon!
But the way the new Kaiser thought would be best to win Britain over was to threaten and use displays of force to maybe bully England onto their side.
S-so tl;dr, but Germany trying to woo England/Arthur by acting like a jerk. (And finally, succeeding)
Either historical context (the WWI-era: "I'm going to INVADE BELGIUM AND YOUR VITAL REGIONS") or some kind of human-AU - (oh god, kindergarten/high school AU where Ludwig's teasing him and pulling pranks on him and beating his friends up and Arthur's oblivious and angry and "MOM THIS KID IN CLASS KEEPS PULLING MY HAIR AND PUSHING ME INTO DIRT" "That means he likes you, dear").
BONUS: optional, but I have a huge soft spot for Gilbert & because it was technically still Prussia up to the world wars, if it's GILBERT being a jerk, perhaps failing to win Arthur, but coming back as "Germany/Ludwig" then years later, significantly more mature & restrained and restarting courtship.
love you forever, anon!
http://www.thecorner.org/hist/wwi/alliance.htm
Bismarck made no formal alliance with Britain but remained on friendly terms with her. He did his best to avoid colonial conflicts with Britain and always declared that "Britain was Germany's old and traditional ally" and "there were no differences between England and Germany."
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Pre-WWI
Britain at first sought to make some sort of alliance with Germany, but she failed because:
(i) Germany wanted Britain to join the Triple Alliance, but Britain refused for fear that it would involve her in European conflicts of no direct concern to Britain,
Bismarck made no formal alliance with Britain but remained on friendly terms with her. He did his best to avoid colonial conflicts with Britain and always declared that "Britain was Germany's old and traditional ally" and "there were no differences between England and Germany."
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Pre-WWI
Britain at first sought to make some sort of alliance with Germany, but she failed because:
(i) Germany wanted Britain to join the Triple Alliance, but Britain refused for fear that it would involve her in European conflicts of no direct concern to Britain,
Oh God, I'd promised myself I'd stay away from this, BUT I JUST CAN'T LEAVE IT BE.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EuroBasket_1935 ===> Latvia kicks ass. Bonus: Russia cheers him on with pom pomsand a pink cheerleader's outfit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EuroBasket_1935 ===> Latvia kicks ass. Bonus: Russia cheers him on with pom poms
Humour is appreciated. Yes, yes.
Anon would like some SuFin... but where they're both girls. Fluffy, smutty, it doesn't matter. Just as long as they're a couple really.
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/72380.html?thread=422801596#cmt422801596
Prussia/Canada, maple syrup In honor of the April Fools Blog and Prussia's sudden discovery of the awesome that is Canada's maple syrup, how about Prussia gives him a little payback. ^_~
Because it'd be adorable. And Prussia totally said he was going to give Canada his "Ore-sama Award of Honor". ;D
Chinese anon was tickled to find this wonderful Engrish menu with items like "Every form rape",“Strange Flavour of inside Freasure” and "Cowboy leg beautiful pole"
http://www.rahoi.com/2006/03/may-i-take-your-order/
US runs up a tab at Yao's restaurant that he can't afford to pay.Explicit NCS sex with inspiration taken from the menu posted.
http://www.rahoi.com/2006/03/may-i-take-your-order/
US runs up a tab at Yao's restaurant that he can't afford to pay.Explicit NCS sex with inspiration taken from the menu posted.
USA/Seychelles
Sex on the beach! Make it saucy (and MoreSexuallyExperiencedThanUSA!Seychelles, haha)
Sex on the beach! Make it saucy (and MoreSexuallyExperiencedThanUSA!Seychelles, haha)
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Here's the fill for this request! Hopefully it's hot enough. ;)
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Alfred “America” Jones loved to lounge on the beach. It was a refreshing break from all the work he was usually saddled with. And the little tropical paradise island he was now in was the perfect destination for a vacation. He laid flat on his back on the white sand, as the sun bathed his near bare body in its warmth. He sighed; this was truly the life.
“How do you like this vacation so far, America?” a feminine voice asked.
America looked up and took off his sunglasses, and saw the dark-skinned beauty known simply as Seychelles looking down at him with a smile on her face. America’s breath was taken away at the sight of her – she was tall and lean, with a round face framed by dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. She was wearing a bright blue bikini. America noted that her swimsuit was the same color as the clear blue waters surrounding this little island.
He answered, “I love it! I have to say, Seychelles, you really know how to give a good time. I really can’t say just how thankful I am that you offered me this.”
Seychelles smiled, grateful that her offer for him to just stretch back and relax on her island paid off. But there was more to her offer than just letting him take a break from his worries. She then generously asked, “May I lay down next to you?”
“Okay, go right ahead. I wouldn’t mind,” America replied. After all, when a beautiful woman wanted to lay down next to you, there was no way any sane man would refuse that offer. Unless he was gay, but that was beside the point.
And so, Seychelles placed a towel right next to America’s and took her place next to him, laying flat on her back with a wide smile on her face. The day was so beautiful and everything was going according to plan.
Seychelles had to admit that she always found America cute since the first day she met him. He always had a positive attitude, and was always willing to do what was right, even if it wasn’t the safest thing to do. He had a commanding presence about him that made her attracted him, and if she played her cards right, this vacation would end in something even more pleasing.
As time passed, Seychelles got just a little closer to America, who did nothing to stop her. Eventually her head was resting against his chest and one of her hands inched closer to one of America’s nipples. She toyed around with it, and was met with no protests. In fact, he was encouraging it.
“So tell me, did you invite me here just so you could do this?” he asked, laughing a little.
Seychelles thought about that for a moment before replying with a simple, “Not really. I just thought the beach would be the best place for us to get to know each other, because I’ve always wanted to get to know you better, Alfred.”
America smiled at this, and pulled her into a kiss. He spent his time, just exploring the curves of her lips. She tasted exotic, like fruits that he probably couldn’t even pronounce the names of and mixed in with sea salt. He then slipped his tongue into her mouth which she enthusiastically accepted, sucking on it with a ravenous hunger.
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Alfred “America” Jones loved to lounge on the beach. It was a refreshing break from all the work he was usually saddled with. And the little tropical paradise island he was now in was the perfect destination for a vacation. He laid flat on his back on the white sand, as the sun bathed his near bare body in its warmth. He sighed; this was truly the life.
“How do you like this vacation so far, America?” a feminine voice asked.
America looked up and took off his sunglasses, and saw the dark-skinned beauty known simply as Seychelles looking down at him with a smile on her face. America’s breath was taken away at the sight of her – she was tall and lean, with a round face framed by dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. She was wearing a bright blue bikini. America noted that her swimsuit was the same color as the clear blue waters surrounding this little island.
He answered, “I love it! I have to say, Seychelles, you really know how to give a good time. I really can’t say just how thankful I am that you offered me this.”
Seychelles smiled, grateful that her offer for him to just stretch back and relax on her island paid off. But there was more to her offer than just letting him take a break from his worries. She then generously asked, “May I lay down next to you?”
“Okay, go right ahead. I wouldn’t mind,” America replied. After all, when a beautiful woman wanted to lay down next to you, there was no way any sane man would refuse that offer. Unless he was gay, but that was beside the point.
And so, Seychelles placed a towel right next to America’s and took her place next to him, laying flat on her back with a wide smile on her face. The day was so beautiful and everything was going according to plan.
Seychelles had to admit that she always found America cute since the first day she met him. He always had a positive attitude, and was always willing to do what was right, even if it wasn’t the safest thing to do. He had a commanding presence about him that made her attracted him, and if she played her cards right, this vacation would end in something even more pleasing.
As time passed, Seychelles got just a little closer to America, who did nothing to stop her. Eventually her head was resting against his chest and one of her hands inched closer to one of America’s nipples. She toyed around with it, and was met with no protests. In fact, he was encouraging it.
“So tell me, did you invite me here just so you could do this?” he asked, laughing a little.
Seychelles thought about that for a moment before replying with a simple, “Not really. I just thought the beach would be the best place for us to get to know each other, because I’ve always wanted to get to know you better, Alfred.”
America smiled at this, and pulled her into a kiss. He spent his time, just exploring the curves of her lips. She tasted exotic, like fruits that he probably couldn’t even pronounce the names of and mixed in with sea salt. He then slipped his tongue into her mouth which she enthusiastically accepted, sucking on it with a ravenous hunger.
It wasn’t too long that whatever clothing they were wearing was off, and Seychelles was right on top of America. Her hands moved across his chest and lower, down to his stomach. It amazed her that, despite his eating habits, he had a hard, toned body, and smooth, fair skin. She giggled slightly, as her fingertips teasingly brushing against his abs before drawing circles around his bellybutton.
America groaned as his arousal grew. For her age, she was very good and definitely knew what she was doing. His hands were firmly around her tight waist; her skin was smooth and her muscles were tight and taut under his fingers. Her body was the closest thing to perfect that he could imagine – strong and lean, but soft somehow. He moaned with ecstasy as she lowered herself down to his body, her soft breasts pressing against his abs.
Soon, Seychelles’ hand was skillfully working at America’s hardening erection, earning all kinds of moans from him. She smiled at the effect she was having on him, glad that she had taken him by surprise at how experienced she really was. She planted several tiny kisses all over his abdomen, before rising up again, taking America’s now fully erect cock into her hand, and positioned it at her entrance. He nodded his approval and she descended.
They both moaned in unison as she lowered herself on him. ‘Oh God,’ he thought to himself. She felt so soft and warm. His mind felt almost disjointed from his body as she placed her hands over his stomach and began a pattern of lifting herself off of him before dropping back down. She increased her speed, excitedly moaning (and even giggling a little) as she saw America was getting a little impatient. She then lowered herself so that her lips grazed at his before gripping his shoulders tightly. With one swift motion, their positions were switched and America was now on top.
Taking the hint, he began thrusting hard and fast, relishing the sensation of Seychelles’ body underneath his. She loudly moaned her ecstasy, one of her legs hooked around his waist, and her nails digging into his shoulders. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, making him gasp. Even though she was underneath him, she was still in control, practically taunting him, silently asking him “Is that all?” as he thrust harder and faster to balance things out.
America groaned as his arousal grew. For her age, she was very good and definitely knew what she was doing. His hands were firmly around her tight waist; her skin was smooth and her muscles were tight and taut under his fingers. Her body was the closest thing to perfect that he could imagine – strong and lean, but soft somehow. He moaned with ecstasy as she lowered herself down to his body, her soft breasts pressing against his abs.
Soon, Seychelles’ hand was skillfully working at America’s hardening erection, earning all kinds of moans from him. She smiled at the effect she was having on him, glad that she had taken him by surprise at how experienced she really was. She planted several tiny kisses all over his abdomen, before rising up again, taking America’s now fully erect cock into her hand, and positioned it at her entrance. He nodded his approval and she descended.
They both moaned in unison as she lowered herself on him. ‘Oh God,’ he thought to himself. She felt so soft and warm. His mind felt almost disjointed from his body as she placed her hands over his stomach and began a pattern of lifting herself off of him before dropping back down. She increased her speed, excitedly moaning (and even giggling a little) as she saw America was getting a little impatient. She then lowered herself so that her lips grazed at his before gripping his shoulders tightly. With one swift motion, their positions were switched and America was now on top.
Taking the hint, he began thrusting hard and fast, relishing the sensation of Seychelles’ body underneath his. She loudly moaned her ecstasy, one of her legs hooked around his waist, and her nails digging into his shoulders. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, making him gasp. Even though she was underneath him, she was still in control, practically taunting him, silently asking him “Is that all?” as he thrust harder and faster to balance things out.
Finally, she brought her lips to his, and kissed him hard as he gave one last push into her, and came hard. They both let out loud cries of release into the hot summer air of the little island, not caring if anyone else around might have heard them. For once, the whole world was just all about the two of them, just in each other’s arms, being carried off into nothing but euphoria and bliss.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and hair as America gently lowered his mouth to hers, kissing Seychelles slowly. He slowly withdrew from her and they panted, feeling both slightly fatigued and energized at the same time. A big smile crossed her lips as she said, “You certainly didn’t disappoint.”
“What, am I being compared to someone else?” America asked, feeling slightly undignified. His tone of voice did hold a little humor in it, but at large, he still couldn’t help but wonder if Seychelles only really invited him here just for a little sex.
“No, not really,” she answered. “I just wanted to see if you could keep up with me.”
“Well then, I must be good, if you say I didn’t disappoint, huh?” a smug grin crossing his face as he said this.
Seychelles giggled and replied, “Oh, you sure are.”
Alfred shifted over slightly and realized something very uncomfortable. “Aw man, I have sand all over me.” It was coarse, rough and got everywhere, most especially a certain region that hardly ever saw the light of day.
Seychelles got up and ran into the clear blue waters, waving her arms as a motion telling him to join her. “Come on now, the ocean’s not closed!”
A new idea came over America’s mind and he excitedly ran and dived in to the water, relishing the crisp, clean water washing the sand off his back and the cooling effect it held over his body. He noticed that the skies were getting just a little darker, as the sun set and the horizon where the sun seemed to touch the ocean was a bright fiery orange. He loved sunsets, and today’s was a particularly beautiful one. But the sunset was not as beautiful as the girl in the water in front of him.
America then took her into his arms and told her, “I have to thank you from the bottom of my heart for inviting me here. Thank you, Seychelles, for everything today.” He then took her lips into another kiss, which she enthusiastically returned.
“You’re very welcome,” she replied, all the while he began to press his warm lips against her neck, and going lower at her collar bone and even lower to her breasts as her hands ran through his wet blonde hair.
It really was a vacation in paradise in more ways than one.
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And it's done. I hope it was sexy enough. I really think Seychelles with anyone is guaranteed to be adorable, and I hope this is satisfactory.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and hair as America gently lowered his mouth to hers, kissing Seychelles slowly. He slowly withdrew from her and they panted, feeling both slightly fatigued and energized at the same time. A big smile crossed her lips as she said, “You certainly didn’t disappoint.”
“What, am I being compared to someone else?” America asked, feeling slightly undignified. His tone of voice did hold a little humor in it, but at large, he still couldn’t help but wonder if Seychelles only really invited him here just for a little sex.
“No, not really,” she answered. “I just wanted to see if you could keep up with me.”
“Well then, I must be good, if you say I didn’t disappoint, huh?” a smug grin crossing his face as he said this.
Seychelles giggled and replied, “Oh, you sure are.”
Alfred shifted over slightly and realized something very uncomfortable. “Aw man, I have sand all over me.” It was coarse, rough and got everywhere, most especially a certain region that hardly ever saw the light of day.
Seychelles got up and ran into the clear blue waters, waving her arms as a motion telling him to join her. “Come on now, the ocean’s not closed!”
A new idea came over America’s mind and he excitedly ran and dived in to the water, relishing the crisp, clean water washing the sand off his back and the cooling effect it held over his body. He noticed that the skies were getting just a little darker, as the sun set and the horizon where the sun seemed to touch the ocean was a bright fiery orange. He loved sunsets, and today’s was a particularly beautiful one. But the sunset was not as beautiful as the girl in the water in front of him.
America then took her into his arms and told her, “I have to thank you from the bottom of my heart for inviting me here. Thank you, Seychelles, for everything today.” He then took her lips into another kiss, which she enthusiastically returned.
“You’re very welcome,” she replied, all the while he began to press his warm lips against her neck, and going lower at her collar bone and even lower to her breasts as her hands ran through his wet blonde hair.
It really was a vacation in paradise in more ways than one.
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And it's done. I hope it was sexy enough. I really think Seychelles with anyone is guaranteed to be adorable, and I hope this is satisfactory.
So, anybody remember this strip? (http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/67047.html) Yeah, anon wants a continuation. Italy responds with 'yes', sexings ensue. Italy is all innocent and 'this feels a bit wierd, France nii-chan' and France is all pedo and possesive of him and kinda scaryface like Russia but in a slightly different way.
Yeah, this is a bit of a creepy request. And specific.
Yeah, this is a bit of a creepy request. And specific.
fight club crossover: america is canada's alter ego
cracky or serious, i don't mind :)
cracky or serious, i don't mind :)
Requesting Sweden to make a cameo at the mention of Swedish furniture.
Russia's moobs make sense now.
UK/USA (in that order pls)
America makes fun of England's culinary skills (or rather, lack thereof) one too many times.
Pissed off England ties America down and force feeds him his cooking, America does NOT like the food but DOES get turned on by the rough treatment... And proceeds to seduce England. England approves.
Bonus: If America ends up bleeding somehow
Bonus2: The word 'scone' used as an innuendo.
America makes fun of England's culinary skills (or rather, lack thereof) one too many times.
Pissed off England ties America down and force feeds him his cooking, America does NOT like the food but DOES get turned on by the rough treatment... And proceeds to seduce England. England approves.
Bonus: If America ends up bleeding somehow
Bonus2: The word 'scone' used as an innuendo.
I want Nations responding to famous International April Fool's day Pranks. You can pick a famous one of choice, or hell, make one up.
Examples: Swiss Spegetti Harvest, Kremvax, The Derbeyshire Faery, Big Ben going Digital, The Danes wanting to paint all dogs White, PHD's exempt from China's one child policy, Weeping Lenin, and the Eiffle tower moving.
Lots of Nations? Lots of Fills? WOO!
Examples: Swiss Spegetti Harvest, Kremvax, The Derbeyshire Faery, Big Ben going Digital, The Danes wanting to paint all dogs White, PHD's exempt from China's one child policy, Weeping Lenin, and the Eiffle tower moving.
Lots of Nations? Lots of Fills? WOO!
Hetalia Cooking Challenge
Anon would like to see a Food Network Challenge/Chopped/Iron Chef style cooking challenge amongst the Hetalia nations. I'd love to see England, France, Italy, Japan, US, and Germany at the least. There doesn't have to be some sort of secret ingredient challenge unless you want.
Bonus: England gets kicked/his food is completely reamed in the first round.
Bonus2: GORDON RAMSEY IS A JUDGE
Anon would like to see a Food Network Challenge/Chopped/Iron Chef style cooking challenge amongst the Hetalia nations. I'd love to see England, France, Italy, Japan, US, and Germany at the least. There doesn't have to be some sort of secret ingredient challenge unless you want.
Bonus: England gets kicked/his food is completely reamed in the first round.
Bonus2: GORDON RAMSEY IS A JUDGE
You killed me with the two bonus parts, anon. xDDDD
I can totally picture England and Gordon Ramsay having a very...eloquent face-off regarding England's cooking. :3
BTW, I LOVE IRON CHEF. 8D
reCaptcha: ask anybody
I can totally picture England and Gordon Ramsay having a very...eloquent face-off regarding England's cooking. :3
BTW, I LOVE IRON CHEF. 8D
reCaptcha: ask anybody
Writer!anon is currently busy working on a pretty depressing, brain-breaking fill and she needs to lighten up a bit, so...
Germany/N.Italy - clumsy sex.
Germany takes the initiative, but is so stressed about doing everything ~*PERFECTLY*~ that he ends up making a fool of himself.
Germany/N.Italy - clumsy sex.
Germany takes the initiative, but is so stressed about doing everything ~*PERFECTLY*~ that he ends up making a fool of himself.
Part 1; Fill to this request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=46456#t46456
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Okay, so Hong Kong has no official human name yet, so I just went with “Kaoru” because of Japanese-English purposes during the time. (I really hope you don’t mine!) Poor Hong Kong, he’s been a target for so long. Also, if you are wondering why “Kaoru” it’s because I watched this thing where it called him Kaoru, so sorry D: Anon fails *gets shot*
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“Good boy, now kneel.”
Arthur stood tall before the boy before him using his hand to force the boy’s shoulders down. It was such a rare sight to see so he absorbed it for all it was worth. It wasn’t everyday that the boy would lash out and retaliate against the English man, giving him every right to “train” the boy.
The boy looked up at the man before him through his long bangs, hoping they would hide his true intent. Arthur noticed this too and with a swipe of his finger the bangs were no longer an obstruction to the beautiful Asian boy’s face.
Arthur slowly moved his hand to cup the boy’s cheek. “You would look so much prettier if you didn’t look at me like that.”
“I hate you.” The boy shook his head violently to remove the man’s hold on his face and to let his hair cover his eyes once again. “I hate you so much for taking me away from my family you—ugh!”
Fingers violently pulled at the boy’s hair, forcing him to look at the man who stood above him.
“Well, that is too bad for you, ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur pulled harder on the boy’s hair again, “because now I am your family. And as ‘family’ I should teach you how to show respect and how to be a perfect gentleman, now shouldn’t I?”
“I already know how—“ Another yank to the hair cut the Asian boy off.
“You only know how to be a barbaric ‘gentleman’…” Arthur loosened his grip on the boy’s hair, “I’m going to show you how to be a proper gentleman.”
At this, the boy suddenly lunged forward to try and attack the man but it was only futile as Arthur quickly pressed his foot forward, stepping onto the boy’s crotch. Kaoru cried out in pain as the man above continued to grind his foot in the same place, occasionally pressing harder.
“St-stop! Pl-please, stop!” the boy tried to use his trembling hands to remove the man’s firm leg from his crotch. “It hurts…! It hurts!”
“Are you going to be a good boy and listen now?” Arthur leaned forward and pressed harder to emphasize his question.
“I-I will, just please… move you foot away…” Kaoru trembled and paused before he finished the sentence, looking almost terrified to complete it, “sir…”
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part two to come out soon D:
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Okay, so Hong Kong has no official human name yet, so I just went with “Kaoru” because of Japanese-English purposes during the time. (I really hope you don’t mine!) Poor Hong Kong, he’s been a target for so long. Also, if you are wondering why “Kaoru” it’s because I watched this thing where it called him Kaoru, so sorry D: Anon fails *gets shot*
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“Good boy, now kneel.”
Arthur stood tall before the boy before him using his hand to force the boy’s shoulders down. It was such a rare sight to see so he absorbed it for all it was worth. It wasn’t everyday that the boy would lash out and retaliate against the English man, giving him every right to “train” the boy.
The boy looked up at the man before him through his long bangs, hoping they would hide his true intent. Arthur noticed this too and with a swipe of his finger the bangs were no longer an obstruction to the beautiful Asian boy’s face.
Arthur slowly moved his hand to cup the boy’s cheek. “You would look so much prettier if you didn’t look at me like that.”
“I hate you.” The boy shook his head violently to remove the man’s hold on his face and to let his hair cover his eyes once again. “I hate you so much for taking me away from my family you—ugh!”
Fingers violently pulled at the boy’s hair, forcing him to look at the man who stood above him.
“Well, that is too bad for you, ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur pulled harder on the boy’s hair again, “because now I am your family. And as ‘family’ I should teach you how to show respect and how to be a perfect gentleman, now shouldn’t I?”
“I already know how—“ Another yank to the hair cut the Asian boy off.
“You only know how to be a barbaric ‘gentleman’…” Arthur loosened his grip on the boy’s hair, “I’m going to show you how to be a proper gentleman.”
At this, the boy suddenly lunged forward to try and attack the man but it was only futile as Arthur quickly pressed his foot forward, stepping onto the boy’s crotch. Kaoru cried out in pain as the man above continued to grind his foot in the same place, occasionally pressing harder.
“St-stop! Pl-please, stop!” the boy tried to use his trembling hands to remove the man’s firm leg from his crotch. “It hurts…! It hurts!”
“Are you going to be a good boy and listen now?” Arthur leaned forward and pressed harder to emphasize his question.
“I-I will, just please… move you foot away…” Kaoru trembled and paused before he finished the sentence, looking almost terrified to complete it, “sir…”
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part two to come out soon D:
I like this, anon, but why on earth did you give a Chinese/British nation a Japanese name!?!?!
it has a point.... Kao Ran would make more sense.
thought Hiyori is also known as Hee Yori
thought Hiyori is also known as Hee Yori
The reason is because the chinese character/kanji for the word "Hong" read as "Kaoru" in Japanese.
Oh Arthur, why do I love you as an ass so much <3
Thanks writer!anon
Thanks writer!anon
Fasr anon!note: Okay so some of you were wondering why I choose “Kaoru” instead of a Chinese or English name, right? Well the reason is that at one point Hong Kong was given to Japan and this was called the “Japanese Occupation” and eventually UK got control over Hong Kong again. So I guess you could say this is when Arthur manages to get Hong Kong again. Yeah. Don’t worry, plotbunny is still working its magic (I hope). Now that wasn’t too fast of a note D: Sorry, onward!
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Arthur removed his foot and used the palm of his hand to pet the boy’s beautiful black hair.
“That’s a good boy.” Arthur cupped the boy’s chin again, “See what happens when you’re proper and respectful? Good things happen to you, right?”
“Y-yes sir…” The boy made to get up from his knees as he was forcefully pushed back by Arthur’s hand. The boy glared up at the man and asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I said I’d train you didn’t I?”
The Chinese boy glared at the man, obviously trying hard to his rage. But this couldn’t’ve bothered Arthur at all. It was such a sad thing that the look the boy gave was one he was quite used to. He’s seen it a few times with Matthew and there were an endless amount of times Alfred or Peter looked at him like that. Really… did the boy think that look had any effect on him?
He brushed the boy’s hair aside again and took a lock of hair and wrapped it around his finger, “It’s such a shame isn’t it?” Arthur pulled on the lock of hair quite aggressively pulling the boy’s head along with it. “Too bad we have cut it off.”
A cynical smile was placed on the English’s man’s face as he let go of the boy’s hair, bending down so they could see eye-to-eye. As green eyes met that of brown, Arthur leaned in and placed a kiss on the boy’s nose. “And don’t even think about getting away because when you try to run, I will still catch you.”
When Arthur got up and turned to search his desk, Kaoru sat there and closed his eyes in despair and thought to himself, ”That Kiku bastard already made me suffer enough and now I have to deal with this. It was horrifying when Yao gave me up to him in the first place. Why does this man keep coming back for me?”
“That’s because you belonged to a fool who couldn’t take care of you.”
The boy fell backwards at the sudden response to his thoughts and his mouth began to babble words that just wouldn’t come out.
“You know, for a boy who claims he knows how to be a gentleman,” Arthur held up a pair of scissors to Kaoru’s bangs and snipped an inch off, “You sure do mumble a lot…” snip! “We should change that too.”
The sound of scissors snipping across his head filled the room and Kaoru could feel the light brushing of hair skim across his skin as the fell to the ground, gathering on the carpet and his clothes.
“Don’t worry,” snip! “ I promise to make you look more beautiful” snip! “Than before.”
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Arthur removed his foot and used the palm of his hand to pet the boy’s beautiful black hair.
“That’s a good boy.” Arthur cupped the boy’s chin again, “See what happens when you’re proper and respectful? Good things happen to you, right?”
“Y-yes sir…” The boy made to get up from his knees as he was forcefully pushed back by Arthur’s hand. The boy glared up at the man and asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I said I’d train you didn’t I?”
The Chinese boy glared at the man, obviously trying hard to his rage. But this couldn’t’ve bothered Arthur at all. It was such a sad thing that the look the boy gave was one he was quite used to. He’s seen it a few times with Matthew and there were an endless amount of times Alfred or Peter looked at him like that. Really… did the boy think that look had any effect on him?
He brushed the boy’s hair aside again and took a lock of hair and wrapped it around his finger, “It’s such a shame isn’t it?” Arthur pulled on the lock of hair quite aggressively pulling the boy’s head along with it. “Too bad we have cut it off.”
A cynical smile was placed on the English’s man’s face as he let go of the boy’s hair, bending down so they could see eye-to-eye. As green eyes met that of brown, Arthur leaned in and placed a kiss on the boy’s nose. “And don’t even think about getting away because when you try to run, I will still catch you.”
When Arthur got up and turned to search his desk, Kaoru sat there and closed his eyes in despair and thought to himself, ”That Kiku bastard already made me suffer enough and now I have to deal with this. It was horrifying when Yao gave me up to him in the first place. Why does this man keep coming back for me?”
“That’s because you belonged to a fool who couldn’t take care of you.”
The boy fell backwards at the sudden response to his thoughts and his mouth began to babble words that just wouldn’t come out.
“You know, for a boy who claims he knows how to be a gentleman,” Arthur held up a pair of scissors to Kaoru’s bangs and snipped an inch off, “You sure do mumble a lot…” snip! “We should change that too.”
The sound of scissors snipping across his head filled the room and Kaoru could feel the light brushing of hair skim across his skin as the fell to the ground, gathering on the carpet and his clothes.
“Don’t worry,” snip! “ I promise to make you look more beautiful” snip! “Than before.”
It felt like hours before the man the sound of scissors disappeared and Kaoru could no longer feel the hair that used to brush along his face. Nor could he quite feel the hair that grazed along the end of his nape and the bangs that used to cover his ears.
“Open your eyes ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur grabbed the boy’s chin and tilted his head up. Kaoru reluctantly opened his eyes to find a mirror place in front of him but there had to be a mistake. He could never look that way.
Kaoru leaned forward and scanned his face that showed in the reflection. He used his hands to feel what was not—or what he hoped not to be there. His diligent fingers felt his bangs, now cut before eye level, they felt around his ears, his sideburns now showing and they felt around his neck, where hair no longer covered. His eyes went big at the thought that his hair was no longer there.
“You look beautiful, don’t you ‘Kaoru’?” Arthur wrenched the boy’s face so they’d be looking at each other. “You never looked like a more proper gentleman.”
The boy closed his eyes and nodded his hand leaving his hair to clench at Arthur’s trousers. “Yes, I…” he gulped, “I look…b-beautiful…s-…sir…”
Arthur leaned forward and kissed the boy’s lips. “Good—no very good boy,” Arthur pressed harder forward until the boy kissed back, “I was planning on punishing you with it but,” the English man pulled his back to end the kiss, “But I feel it’s more of a reward now.”
The boy, still on his knees, watched as the man before him stand up, never losing eye contact but was horrified as the man’s hands moved to undo his own belt. He watched with wide eyes as the man slowly unbuttoned the top, pulling his zipper. The man’s quick fingers pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, revealing his penis, half-hard but not anywhere near small.
Kaoru gasped as the man grabbed his own penis and began to stroke it to life, the shaft growing noticeably bigger.
“Now,” Arthur leaned in pressed this head of his cock to the boy’s face. “This is your reward, suck it well.”
“B-But I can’t do something like that! I-It’s degrading and--”
“It’s perfect for someone like you to do. So I’d suggest you hurry unless you want to continue our gentlemen lessons.”
The boy closed his eyes and swallowed, letting the man’s cock slide into his mouth as he licked the bottom of it with his tongue. It’s been a long time since he’s done this to a man as big as Arthur so the feeling almost made him choke. The boy continued to suck and lick, occasionally pulling his head back and forth but usually stopping.
“Hmph, you still suck at doing this.”
“Mmf!”
Kaoru gagged as the man grabbed the boy’s hair and began to thrust his hips forward practically fucking the boy’s mouth. The boy almost cried when the man’s shaft hit the back of his throat, sliding in and out of him.
“Don’t worry,” Arthur continued to pant as he fucked the boy’s mouth, “one day you will get used to this but until then…” He pulled the boy’s head further onto his shaft as he thrust forward one last time, “I will continue to guide you.”
Arthur groaned as he came inside the boy’s throat, the boy let every drop slide down his throat as he licked up what was left on the man’s shaft.
“You’re such a good boy,” He watched the boy lick his still-hard shaft like it was candy and patted the boy’s head.
“Tomorrow, we're going to work on that filthy name of yours.”
“Yes sir.”
There’s no point in trying to run Kaoru thought as he continued to lap at the man’s penis, I can’t ever get away…
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omg I’m worry if this sucked like so bad D:
“Open your eyes ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur grabbed the boy’s chin and tilted his head up. Kaoru reluctantly opened his eyes to find a mirror place in front of him but there had to be a mistake. He could never look that way.
Kaoru leaned forward and scanned his face that showed in the reflection. He used his hands to feel what was not—or what he hoped not to be there. His diligent fingers felt his bangs, now cut before eye level, they felt around his ears, his sideburns now showing and they felt around his neck, where hair no longer covered. His eyes went big at the thought that his hair was no longer there.
“You look beautiful, don’t you ‘Kaoru’?” Arthur wrenched the boy’s face so they’d be looking at each other. “You never looked like a more proper gentleman.”
The boy closed his eyes and nodded his hand leaving his hair to clench at Arthur’s trousers. “Yes, I…” he gulped, “I look…b-beautiful…s-…sir…”
Arthur leaned forward and kissed the boy’s lips. “Good—no very good boy,” Arthur pressed harder forward until the boy kissed back, “I was planning on punishing you with it but,” the English man pulled his back to end the kiss, “But I feel it’s more of a reward now.”
The boy, still on his knees, watched as the man before him stand up, never losing eye contact but was horrified as the man’s hands moved to undo his own belt. He watched with wide eyes as the man slowly unbuttoned the top, pulling his zipper. The man’s quick fingers pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, revealing his penis, half-hard but not anywhere near small.
Kaoru gasped as the man grabbed his own penis and began to stroke it to life, the shaft growing noticeably bigger.
“Now,” Arthur leaned in pressed this head of his cock to the boy’s face. “This is your reward, suck it well.”
“B-But I can’t do something like that! I-It’s degrading and--”
“It’s perfect for someone like you to do. So I’d suggest you hurry unless you want to continue our gentlemen lessons.”
The boy closed his eyes and swallowed, letting the man’s cock slide into his mouth as he licked the bottom of it with his tongue. It’s been a long time since he’s done this to a man as big as Arthur so the feeling almost made him choke. The boy continued to suck and lick, occasionally pulling his head back and forth but usually stopping.
“Hmph, you still suck at doing this.”
“Mmf!”
Kaoru gagged as the man grabbed the boy’s hair and began to thrust his hips forward practically fucking the boy’s mouth. The boy almost cried when the man’s shaft hit the back of his throat, sliding in and out of him.
“Don’t worry,” Arthur continued to pant as he fucked the boy’s mouth, “one day you will get used to this but until then…” He pulled the boy’s head further onto his shaft as he thrust forward one last time, “I will continue to guide you.”
Arthur groaned as he came inside the boy’s throat, the boy let every drop slide down his throat as he licked up what was left on the man’s shaft.
“You’re such a good boy,” He watched the boy lick his still-hard shaft like it was candy and patted the boy’s head.
“Tomorrow, we're going to work on that filthy name of yours.”
“Yes sir.”
There’s no point in trying to run Kaoru thought as he continued to lap at the man’s penis, I can’t ever get away…
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omg I’m worry if this sucked like so bad D:
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OK so like we're all going to the special hell right?
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goodworkanon>>b
OK so like we're all going to the special hell right?
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goodworkanon>>b
yes... yes we are.... but a lovely Hell it is.
No linkfest this time, but I'd like to request an Eastern bloc country and a...non-Eastern bloc country (totally blanking on what you'd call that, sorry) getting it on. Make it rushed and cramped, please--angst is optional.
(Anon would prefer that it weren't Russia and/or America, incidentally, but feel free to write whoever you want.)
(Anon would prefer that it weren't Russia and/or America, incidentally, but feel free to write whoever you want.)
England and China sitting down with Hong-Kong and having a... "talk" about their situation. Inadvertently one of them lets it slip that Hong-Kong was an accident while they were high. TEEN-ANGST AHOY.
subject line: Uk/HK consented angst
→comment box: saying goodbye before returning Hongkong to China
→comment box: saying goodbye before returning Hongkong to China
We've had fics about Arthur and Francis being the parents of Alfred and Canada, but I haven't had enough of Arthur's position in all this.
I would love a Arthur/Francis fic in which Francis tries to seduce his lovely "wife", who's busy doing the laundry, cooking and keeping an eye on the kids. Smut is encouraged ~
Bonus: Being caught by the teens (Matt & Alf') after sex, still naked
I would love a Arthur/Francis fic in which Francis tries to seduce his lovely "wife", who's busy doing the laundry, cooking and keeping an eye on the kids. Smut is encouraged ~
Bonus: Being caught by the teens (Matt & Alf') after sex, still naked
For a costume party, a bunch of Nations decide to get together and dress like characters who are their nationality that were created in another country.
For example, we could have Germany as Asuka Langley Shoryuu (Japanese, from Neon Genesis Evangelion), England as Austin Powers (American, from the Austin Powers movies), America as Luke (French/Belgian, from the Lucky Luke comics), etc...
Choose whatever you like as long as it fits the criteria, guys dressing as girls and girls dressing as guys are fine, be creative!
For example, we could have Germany as Asuka Langley Shoryuu (Japanese, from Neon Genesis Evangelion), England as Austin Powers (American, from the Austin Powers movies), America as Luke (French/Belgian, from the Lucky Luke comics), etc...
Choose whatever you like as long as it fits the criteria, guys dressing as girls and girls dressing as guys are fine, be creative!
This is actually an art request, but if anyone can actually convert this into fic, that'd be awesome too.
James Bond!Arthur and Bondgirl!Alfred. PLEASE. I just need this, haha.
James Bond!Arthur and Bondgirl!Alfred. PLEASE. I just need this, haha.
ARE YOU ME ANON, BECAUSE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS.
ALDKSFJLKFJ--SECONDED.
ALDKSFJLKFJ--SECONDED.
America goes backpacking across Europe and tries (to little success) to convince the nations he meets along the way that he's actually Canada.
B: It'd be nice to see him visit a wide variety of countries, each done as a little vignette, but please take the request however you like!
B: It'd be nice to see him visit a wide variety of countries, each done as a little vignette, but please take the request however you like!
Estonia/Ukraine: conversation turns to Lithuania's crush on Belarus, but it soon becomes evident that Estonia's in the same motherfucking boat.
Seconding this idea. I was just thinking the other day that these two would be pretty cute together.
This meme needs more Estonia and/or Ukraine, period. For sure!
Now, if only I could find the time to write it D:
Also, lol at the boat bit. Are there flippie floppies involved?
This meme needs more Estonia and/or Ukraine, period. For sure!
Now, if only I could find the time to write it D:
Because Obama's approval rating is actually higher in Britain than his own country, I would like a fic where England flirts with/makes a pass at President Obama, while Alfred watches jealously.
...I'm so sorry, Mr. President.
...I'm so sorry, Mr. President.
America watched with no small amount of annoyance as England’s hand closed briefly over the President’s arm. He’d been doing it all evening, touching him just a bit too much, a bit too often. No-one else had seemed to notice, but America knew England. He’d seen him out on the pull enough times to know that he was being a disgusting flirt. And with the President of the United States, of all people! It was inconceivable!
“Oh, Barack, that’s a brilliant idea,” England said smoothly, leaning closer over his glass of neat whiskey. “It has such potential…”
He was putting on his charm, that was what he was doing. He’d spent so many years whoring his way around the globe that he’d developed overpowering charisma, charisma so strong that even the President couldn’t resist. America was just glad the First Lady wasn’t there as well, to see her poor husband being taken in by England’s wide, seductive eyes and over-eager hands.
He left his seat, intending to go over there and peel England away somehow, when one of the waiters stepped in front of him. “Oh dear, empty glass, sir? What can I get for you? More wine?”
“I don’t want anything,” America replied, trying to step around the guy.
“A-Are you sure? Isn’t there anything you’d like? It’s my job to make sure your needs are catered to, so…” The waiter tailed off, but the implication was clear.
“Go and get me some white, then. The French one from dinner.”
“Of course, sir!”
And then the waiter was gone. America saw England walking out of the room, with the President following close behind. He swore, following them, but was waylaid by one of the Princes inviting him over by the fire for a chat about military tactics. He couldn’t think of a good excuse to get away; he had to hope that if England tried something the President would be able to refuse him.
His eyes kept flickering towards the doorway. It was twenty minutes before England and the President appeared again. Neither of them looked ruffled or out of breath, but then England was crafty.
The Prince wandered away; America leapt at the chance, stealing over to his President. “Barack?”
“Hm?”
“Did England…did England…make you do anything weird?”
The President smiled, looking amused. “You know, he has a reputation, doesn’t he? Gordon warned me he’s pretty flirtatious.”
“But did he…?”
“Nope, nothing weird. We just had a little chat about the ways of the world.”
America breathed a little sigh of relief. Maybe he’d been judging England a bit harshly. After all, he was an old flirt, but he hadn’t done anything horrible…
“Has he ever…you know. Flirted with you?” Asked the President.
“It’d be kind of weird. He’s like…my kind of…dad…or older brother? Well I guess it’s been a bit complicated since I got my independence…but he never has, no. He flirts with everyone else. I mean, come to think of it, he even flirts with Canada, and we’re kind of brothers, so…aw, I dunno. He’s an odd guy.”
“Who is?”
America jumped. “Er, no-one! Just this congressman, you don’t know him!” He gabbled. He wondered how long England had been standing there behind him…
“I brought you whiskey. Finest Scotch. I saw you drinking that French piss earlier; this is much nicer.”
“Oh. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Gordon wanted to have a word with you, Barack. Something about exportation rights.” England watched the President walking away and then turned to America, sipping his own glass of whiskey. A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. “That President of yours. He kisses like a vacuum cleaner, but he seems nice.”
America dropped his glass.
He couldn’t look at his President in the same way for some weeks, after that…
“Oh, Barack, that’s a brilliant idea,” England said smoothly, leaning closer over his glass of neat whiskey. “It has such potential…”
He was putting on his charm, that was what he was doing. He’d spent so many years whoring his way around the globe that he’d developed overpowering charisma, charisma so strong that even the President couldn’t resist. America was just glad the First Lady wasn’t there as well, to see her poor husband being taken in by England’s wide, seductive eyes and over-eager hands.
He left his seat, intending to go over there and peel England away somehow, when one of the waiters stepped in front of him. “Oh dear, empty glass, sir? What can I get for you? More wine?”
“I don’t want anything,” America replied, trying to step around the guy.
“A-Are you sure? Isn’t there anything you’d like? It’s my job to make sure your needs are catered to, so…” The waiter tailed off, but the implication was clear.
“Go and get me some white, then. The French one from dinner.”
“Of course, sir!”
And then the waiter was gone. America saw England walking out of the room, with the President following close behind. He swore, following them, but was waylaid by one of the Princes inviting him over by the fire for a chat about military tactics. He couldn’t think of a good excuse to get away; he had to hope that if England tried something the President would be able to refuse him.
His eyes kept flickering towards the doorway. It was twenty minutes before England and the President appeared again. Neither of them looked ruffled or out of breath, but then England was crafty.
The Prince wandered away; America leapt at the chance, stealing over to his President. “Barack?”
“Hm?”
“Did England…did England…make you do anything weird?”
The President smiled, looking amused. “You know, he has a reputation, doesn’t he? Gordon warned me he’s pretty flirtatious.”
“But did he…?”
“Nope, nothing weird. We just had a little chat about the ways of the world.”
America breathed a little sigh of relief. Maybe he’d been judging England a bit harshly. After all, he was an old flirt, but he hadn’t done anything horrible…
“Has he ever…you know. Flirted with you?” Asked the President.
“It’d be kind of weird. He’s like…my kind of…dad…or older brother? Well I guess it’s been a bit complicated since I got my independence…but he never has, no. He flirts with everyone else. I mean, come to think of it, he even flirts with Canada, and we’re kind of brothers, so…aw, I dunno. He’s an odd guy.”
“Who is?”
America jumped. “Er, no-one! Just this congressman, you don’t know him!” He gabbled. He wondered how long England had been standing there behind him…
“I brought you whiskey. Finest Scotch. I saw you drinking that French piss earlier; this is much nicer.”
“Oh. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Gordon wanted to have a word with you, Barack. Something about exportation rights.” England watched the President walking away and then turned to America, sipping his own glass of whiskey. A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. “That President of yours. He kisses like a vacuum cleaner, but he seems nice.”
America dropped his glass.
He couldn’t look at his President in the same way for some weeks, after that…
Thank you, anon! That was perfect, so funny; jealous America was adorable and crafty England is awesome. I loved the whole thing.
I loved that. Naughty England. XD Poor Al though!
WTF!? Why do I want to read more?!
nnng, England you sneaky bastard you 8'D
Thankyou anon for writing this piece of god I wasn't aware I wanted to read till I read the prompt.
nnng, England you sneaky bastard you 8'D
Thankyou anon for writing this piece of god I wasn't aware I wanted to read till I read the prompt.
HA!
Oh, the smile on my face from this fic... :D
Oh, the smile on my face from this fic... :D
"He couldn’t look at his President in the same way for some weeks, after that..."
Alfred's not the only one. I'm not going to be able to either... :/
Alfred's not the only one. I'm not going to be able to either... :/
A friendship/bromance/camaraderie/smut/romance/UST/what have you between Cuba and Russia. Basically, just have the two of them interacting, preferably drunkenly on their respective favorite alcoholic drinks. I'd particularly like to see Cuba trying to persuade Russia to try a mojito or at least a martini for god's sake...
Yessss, finally some Cuba/Russia requesting~
Seconding this, and hoping that there can be some more filling going on for some of these awesome requests D:
Seconding this, and hoping that there can be some more filling going on for some of these awesome requests D:
UK/US. America kissing/biting/licking England's feet (not being forced to, mind). England, of course, finds it incredibly arousing.
Bonus if it ends up with England snapping and topping the fuck out of America.
Bonus bonus if that's what America wanted all along (because seme!England is hot), but I'm happy with just the first part if anon can't quite use the bonuses~.
Bonus if it ends up with England snapping and topping the fuck out of America.
Bonus bonus if that's what America wanted all along (because seme!England is hot), but I'm happy with just the first part if anon can't quite use the bonuses~.
Not any of the anons who first commented--but I just couldn't resist.
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It only occurred to America in the first place because it was the first time in a . . . while that England had actually worn boots. Big tall boots, the kind that came up to your knees, not the combat ones he saw on him often enough even today. But for the investiture ceremony for the Order of the Garter England had gotten all dressed up in clothes that reminded America of a long time ago, and he had worn tall boots along with them. There was a long cloak and some kind of gold garland thingy and everything. And a hat with a freaking huge feather in it. America thought the feather was awesome. (America was at the ceremony because it was good for foreign relations, and all that, and because England was his boyfriend. Coincidentally, England looked pretty damn hot in boots, but seriously, America would have come even if they’d made England wear yellow denim overalls or something. Not that England didn’t look hot all the time, as far as America was concerned, and he would have in yellow denim overalls, too, he thought loyally.)
After the ceremony was over, America ducked into the room where England was supposed to be changing to find him tugging off his gloves and quickly unbuttoning the jacket he’d worn under the huge heavy velvet cloak, which he’d carefully laid over the back of the armchair. England looked much smaller and more approachable without it on. More America’s England, he thought. He was still looking hot, though, in the clothing he’d worn under the cloak and those knee-length boots still sheathing his calves and shins. “Hey!” America said. “Lookin’ good out there.”
England turned toward him and smiled, and America’s heart did this dumb little flip-flopping thing that it had a tendency to do whenever England smiled at him even a little. “These clothes are quite proper and correct,” England said, folding the jacket and draping it over another chair, “but they are also quite sodding uncomfortable. I’m not sure how I managed when I wore this sort of thing all the time.”
“Probably didn’t even notice,” America pointed out. “Too busy being stuffy.” He grinned. “But then, I never had that problem. I never really went in for the whole formal clothes thing.”
“And well I know it,” England retorted. He stretched a bit, rolling his shoulders, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was the one who had to try to force you into something halfway decent that befitted the status of a . . . well, your status.”
America grinned. “So now you concede my point?” he asked, moving forward and bending his head to drop a kiss on England’s nose, then onto his lips. “They really were freaking uncomfortable, you know. Especially compared to my work clothes. You couldn’t even move at all.”
“I don’t recall you ever describing them as ‘freaking uncomfortable’ in those days, America,” England said, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to look up at America.
“So? Just the modern way to say what I meant,” America said. “And now it sounds like you agree, so anyway.” He slid one hand around England’s waist to draw him close, working his fingers into the white linen shirt England had worn under all the rest of it and the warm skin beneath it. He could feel knots under his fingers, along England’s spine, where he tended to store the tension from his erect posture, could feel England’s heart where it beat steady and even against his own chest. “Don’t you?”
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It only occurred to America in the first place because it was the first time in a . . . while that England had actually worn boots. Big tall boots, the kind that came up to your knees, not the combat ones he saw on him often enough even today. But for the investiture ceremony for the Order of the Garter England had gotten all dressed up in clothes that reminded America of a long time ago, and he had worn tall boots along with them. There was a long cloak and some kind of gold garland thingy and everything. And a hat with a freaking huge feather in it. America thought the feather was awesome. (America was at the ceremony because it was good for foreign relations, and all that, and because England was his boyfriend. Coincidentally, England looked pretty damn hot in boots, but seriously, America would have come even if they’d made England wear yellow denim overalls or something. Not that England didn’t look hot all the time, as far as America was concerned, and he would have in yellow denim overalls, too, he thought loyally.)
After the ceremony was over, America ducked into the room where England was supposed to be changing to find him tugging off his gloves and quickly unbuttoning the jacket he’d worn under the huge heavy velvet cloak, which he’d carefully laid over the back of the armchair. England looked much smaller and more approachable without it on. More America’s England, he thought. He was still looking hot, though, in the clothing he’d worn under the cloak and those knee-length boots still sheathing his calves and shins. “Hey!” America said. “Lookin’ good out there.”
England turned toward him and smiled, and America’s heart did this dumb little flip-flopping thing that it had a tendency to do whenever England smiled at him even a little. “These clothes are quite proper and correct,” England said, folding the jacket and draping it over another chair, “but they are also quite sodding uncomfortable. I’m not sure how I managed when I wore this sort of thing all the time.”
“Probably didn’t even notice,” America pointed out. “Too busy being stuffy.” He grinned. “But then, I never had that problem. I never really went in for the whole formal clothes thing.”
“And well I know it,” England retorted. He stretched a bit, rolling his shoulders, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was the one who had to try to force you into something halfway decent that befitted the status of a . . . well, your status.”
America grinned. “So now you concede my point?” he asked, moving forward and bending his head to drop a kiss on England’s nose, then onto his lips. “They really were freaking uncomfortable, you know. Especially compared to my work clothes. You couldn’t even move at all.”
“I don’t recall you ever describing them as ‘freaking uncomfortable’ in those days, America,” England said, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to look up at America.
“So? Just the modern way to say what I meant,” America said. “And now it sounds like you agree, so anyway.” He slid one hand around England’s waist to draw him close, working his fingers into the white linen shirt England had worn under all the rest of it and the warm skin beneath it. He could feel knots under his fingers, along England’s spine, where he tended to store the tension from his erect posture, could feel England’s heart where it beat steady and even against his own chest. “Don’t you?”
Aaaand this should go in the past-part fills post, so the rest will be over there.
God, YES...
As in the ones from His Dark Materials? That would be SO cool. With England being the only one able to see each of them - let's see - Would Alfred's be an Eagle? I mean, each county having their own national animal for a daemon, or something specific to them personality-wise? Perhaps Canda's would be - whatever his bear's name is; that WOULD provide an explanation for why no one else can seem to see it - Actually, I can just see Aruthur's as a hawk or something, a lion, perhaps, regal...
As in the ones from His Dark Materials? That would be SO cool. With England being the only one able to see each of them - let's see - Would Alfred's be an Eagle? I mean, each county having their own national animal for a daemon, or something specific to them personality-wise? Perhaps Canda's would be - whatever his bear's name is; that WOULD provide an explanation for why no one else can seem to see it - Actually, I can just see Aruthur's as a hawk or something, a lion, perhaps, regal...
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