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Okay. So in honour of this anon's country finally getting in here, I'm requesting a fic about Australia. Hanging out with his big bro's America and Canada. Because, dude. He totally idolised America at the time...and we've always loved Canada. So...it doesn't have to be sexual, family!fluff is good!
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=26511141#t26511141
Japan/Taiwan, Japan's first time with a girl.
He has experiences with past male lover/s (preferably England and Greece but others are fine too), but never with a female. B: if at some point the new experience is compared with the ones he had with his former man/men.
If Taiwan if a virgin or not is up to anon.
He has experiences with past male lover/s (preferably England and Greece but others are fine too), but never with a female. B: if at some point the new experience is compared with the ones he had with his former man/men.
If Taiwan if a virgin or not is up to anon.
Prompt: When Latvia comes to him shaking, Lithuania always knows just what to do.
Anon picks the rating/level of romance. Brotherhood is perfectly acceptable. Implied non-con Russia/Latvia prior to this scene is a plus.
Anon picks the rating/level of romance. Brotherhood is perfectly acceptable. Implied non-con Russia/Latvia prior to this scene is a plus.
Lithuania was dusting his bookshelf, humming softly, when Latvia wandered into his room, shaking.
"His hands are big," Latvia told him, with his eyes lowered, as Lithuania guided him towards the bed. "And cold."
"Yes," Lithuania said, awkward, as his brother crawled into his lap. He threaded his fingers through Latvia's hair gently and lifted his head up slightly so Latvia could bury his face in Lithuania's neck. He tried to shield his brothers from Russia's insanity, but he wasn't always successful.
Latvia tilted his head up. His eyes were wild. "Does he touch you like that too?"
"That would depend on how he touches you," Lithuania said as he moved his hand down to Latvia's back, smoothing down his little brother's hair while he did so, "But, probably, yes."
"I thought so," Latvia said. His voice was low and very quiet. "He used to say your name sometimes when you were America."
"I'm s -"
"He still does," Latvia continued. He grabbed Lithuania's shirt, wrapping the material around his hands, and pushed him down. "I don't like it."
Lithuania's heartbeat picked up quite a bit, but he was able to school it. He'd had plenty of practice of doing so. He kept rubbing Latvia's back slowly and gently.
"He shouldn't go inside of you anymore," Latvia said, nails dug into Lithuania's chest. This was familiar during these episodes, but still painful. Lithuania clenched his teeth to force himself to stay quiet, knowing his brother wasn't himself at the moment.
"It's okay," Lithuania lied.
"No," Latvia said, his shoulders beginning to shake. "Only I should."
That, too, wasn't new.
Latvia pressed his face back in Lithuania's neck, weeping. Lithuania wrapped his arms around his brother and murmured quiet, comforting lies.
"His hands are big," Latvia told him, with his eyes lowered, as Lithuania guided him towards the bed. "And cold."
"Yes," Lithuania said, awkward, as his brother crawled into his lap. He threaded his fingers through Latvia's hair gently and lifted his head up slightly so Latvia could bury his face in Lithuania's neck. He tried to shield his brothers from Russia's insanity, but he wasn't always successful.
Latvia tilted his head up. His eyes were wild. "Does he touch you like that too?"
"That would depend on how he touches you," Lithuania said as he moved his hand down to Latvia's back, smoothing down his little brother's hair while he did so, "But, probably, yes."
"I thought so," Latvia said. His voice was low and very quiet. "He used to say your name sometimes when you were America."
"I'm s -"
"He still does," Latvia continued. He grabbed Lithuania's shirt, wrapping the material around his hands, and pushed him down. "I don't like it."
Lithuania's heartbeat picked up quite a bit, but he was able to school it. He'd had plenty of practice of doing so. He kept rubbing Latvia's back slowly and gently.
"He shouldn't go inside of you anymore," Latvia said, nails dug into Lithuania's chest. This was familiar during these episodes, but still painful. Lithuania clenched his teeth to force himself to stay quiet, knowing his brother wasn't himself at the moment.
"It's okay," Lithuania lied.
"No," Latvia said, his shoulders beginning to shake. "Only I should."
That, too, wasn't new.
Latvia pressed his face back in Lithuania's neck, weeping. Lithuania wrapped his arms around his brother and murmured quiet, comforting lies.
S. ItalyxN. Italy
Lovino has been in love with Feliciano since they was little, but he has to keep his love locked away because of what everyone else would say and for Feliciano's happiness.
Writer, if you can, I would like this to be sensual and emotional. Sex is optional, but strongly wanted.
Bonus:
Feliciano won't stop talking about Germany and it pains Lovino so much.
Francis catches on and tries to give Lovino advice.
Lovino has been in love with Feliciano since they was little, but he has to keep his love locked away because of what everyone else would say and for Feliciano's happiness.
Writer, if you can, I would like this to be sensual and emotional. Sex is optional, but strongly wanted.
Bonus:
Feliciano won't stop talking about Germany and it pains Lovino so much.
Francis catches on and tries to give Lovino advice.
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NHLfan!anon would like Detroit Red Wings love/recognition. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detroit_Red_Wings http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Stanley_Cup_champions (A Canadian team has not won since 93, the Red Wings alone have won 4 times since then)
US/CANADA – Alfred rubbing it in Matt’s face that he’s better at hockey. Stereotypical hockey fan behavior, plz. Smut not required, merely enjoyed.
bonus points if there are other countries and/or a global meeting involved. the internets if Alfred throws an octopus at Matt (only if anon knows what i'm talking about...)
US/CANADA – Alfred rubbing it in Matt’s face that he’s better at hockey. Stereotypical hockey fan behavior, plz. Smut not required, merely enjoyed.
bonus points if there are other countries and/or a global meeting involved. the internets if Alfred throws an octopus at Matt (only if anon knows what i'm talking about...)
Michigan!anon seconds request.
Fuck yeah, Red Wings.
recaptach agrees with the request and says "ice scheme"
and no, I didn't refresh the recaptcha to get something lulzy!
Fuck yeah, Red Wings.
recaptach agrees with the request and says "ice scheme"
and no, I didn't refresh the recaptcha to get something lulzy!
but I want a fic in which someone brings up Rhode Island as ultimate Geography!Fail.
Reactions to this are up to you.
Reactions to this are up to you.
"That's a stupid idea!" America scoffed, throwing down the papers in front of France and England, "Berlin is HERE," he slammed his index finger down onto the map of Germany, "And in case you hadn't noticed, that stupid thing which ol' Churchy called 'The Iron Curtain' is HERE!" he slammed his palm over the thick marker pen line running down the centre of the map.
"It is not a stupid idea," England retorted, hotly, "It's the best plan we can come up with! And don't call him 'ol' Churchy', I take great offence to that!"
"Ah yes," France rolled his eyes, "A great idea like moving Poland to the left?"
While the other two snickered, England folded his arms tight across his chest.
"Face it, Iggy," America laughed, rolling up the map, "Your geography sucks."
England's temple throbbed, "MY geography sucks?!" he slammed his palms onto the table, leaning across to shout in America's face, "What about your flippin' geography?! You think you're the centre of the bloody world, which you're not! And who's the Nation with a state named Rhode Island when it isn't a fucking island?!" he snapped, "It's not even a bloody PENINSULA!"
"You take that back! Rhode Island is a great Island!" America yelled back, grabbing England's collar.
France sighed and watched as the other two started beating the crap out of each other.
Yes, he thought, tiredly, We are the united front against Communism. Joy.
Crack!Fill is Cracky. Anon apologises. (But whoever thought Cold War revision would be this fun...)
"It is not a stupid idea," England retorted, hotly, "It's the best plan we can come up with! And don't call him 'ol' Churchy', I take great offence to that!"
"Ah yes," France rolled his eyes, "A great idea like moving Poland to the left?"
While the other two snickered, England folded his arms tight across his chest.
"Face it, Iggy," America laughed, rolling up the map, "Your geography sucks."
England's temple throbbed, "MY geography sucks?!" he slammed his palms onto the table, leaning across to shout in America's face, "What about your flippin' geography?! You think you're the centre of the bloody world, which you're not! And who's the Nation with a state named Rhode Island when it isn't a fucking island?!" he snapped, "It's not even a bloody PENINSULA!"
"You take that back! Rhode Island is a great Island!" America yelled back, grabbing England's collar.
France sighed and watched as the other two started beating the crap out of each other.
Yes, he thought, tiredly, We are the united front against Communism. Joy.
Crack!Fill is Cracky. Anon apologises. (But whoever thought Cold War revision would be this fun...)
US/UK, that order please. <3 Sex in a ferris wheel, ohohoho.~
Korea/Poland
Gossiping. And being silly together.
(I-I'd like at least one kiss between them, doesn't have to be taken seriously.)
Gossiping. And being silly together.
(I-I'd like at least one kiss between them, doesn't have to be taken seriously.)
Poland's tiny pink tongue was sticking out at the left of his mouth, eyes narrowed, expression serious.
Then.
"Done!"
Korea held out his hand and tilted his head to the left. "This," he said slowly, "is the best invention ever!"
Poland jumped on him, knocking over the table, and hugged him tightly. "I totally knew someone would finally agree with me."
Korea was so shocked he couldn't hug back. "Why not?"
"I don't know!" Poland said, anguished. "Sparkly nail polish is better than sliced bread."
Korea shook his head. "Even Japan should like it. It comes in so many colors!"
Poland pffted, and tried to pull back, but Korea grabbed him tightly and held him closer, causing the other nation to smile brightly. "He's just a stick in the mud."
"I know," Korea said, voice serious and solemn. "It's my duty as his older brother to get him to lighten up."
"You're older?" Poland asked, surprised.
"He came from me and China," Korea said. "He's just too ungrateful to admit it!"
"...Who was pregnant?" Poland asked.
"Neither."
Poland was silent for a moment. "Then how did you create someone?"
Korea's grin turned devilish as he pushed the other on his back. "How about I show you?"
Then.
"Done!"
Korea held out his hand and tilted his head to the left. "This," he said slowly, "is the best invention ever!"
Poland jumped on him, knocking over the table, and hugged him tightly. "I totally knew someone would finally agree with me."
Korea was so shocked he couldn't hug back. "Why not?"
"I don't know!" Poland said, anguished. "Sparkly nail polish is better than sliced bread."
Korea shook his head. "Even Japan should like it. It comes in so many colors!"
Poland pffted, and tried to pull back, but Korea grabbed him tightly and held him closer, causing the other nation to smile brightly. "He's just a stick in the mud."
"I know," Korea said, voice serious and solemn. "It's my duty as his older brother to get him to lighten up."
"You're older?" Poland asked, surprised.
"He came from me and China," Korea said. "He's just too ungrateful to admit it!"
"...Who was pregnant?" Poland asked.
"Neither."
Poland was silent for a moment. "Then how did you create someone?"
Korea's grin turned devilish as he pushed the other on his back. "How about I show you?"
North Italy/Hungary
Hungary discovers he's not a kid anymore.
I-I can't be the only one who ships this, right?
RIGHT? D:
Hungary discovers he's not a kid anymore.
RIGHT? D:
Thirding!
Not my OTP but this sounds too cute! x3
Not my OTP but this sounds too cute! x3
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=2067576#t2067576
Hopefully something kinda-sorta what OP wanted. I love superstition in general, and Japanese superstition always gives me shivers, but I couldn't pull off the pairings (fourings?) the OP wanted. Hope this will do instead.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Vier, in Ludwig's heavy, clipped language.
Quattro, in Feliciano's lilting, musical tongue.
Four.
Shi.
Death.
A number Honda Kiku has been taught to fear since his early days, when his days were occupied with nothing but the gentle breath of the rice growing, his little hands growing stronger as he drew Big Brother China's pictures in the sands of his lonely island.
Four is unlucky. Divisible. A sure sign of misfortune to anyone who happens to draw it.
He thinks of this, thinks of the four who oppose him and the nations he supports. Thinks of it and shivers despite the warmth of Ludwig's back, pressed sweaty against his chest and belly. He closes his eyes and pushes into the German's slick, gripping heat, warms himself in Ludwig's groan, Feliciano's answering trill of pleasure, their bodies moving in counterpoint, shaking the bed.
Three is a safe number. Tre. Drei. San. Three is strength barely restrained, three is power and desire. Three is the feel of Feliciano's feet pushing against the mattress, taking Ludwig deeper into himself and faster, Ludwig tightening as he answers with a thrust hard enough that Honda nearly slips out of him, all three moaning as Honda forcefully reasserts himself in the encounter.
It's a mess, Feliciano shuddering and twisting and calling out in his musical language, pulling Ludwig down for a sloppy, ridiculously arousing kiss as he comes, his own fingers tangled in his long curl of hair, tugging on it in rhythm with Ludwig's strong hand tugging at his cock. He shivers and writhes when Ludwig pulls out of him, doesn't move from his place on the mattress, sticky and messy and panting and watching, unashamed, as his companions continue without him, more desperate than before.
Two. Due. Zwei. Ni. No more kissing, no more touching. Nothing but thrusting and grunting and panting, Ludwig's tight heat pulling at Honda's restraint, Feliciano's semen smeared along Ludwig's length as he takes himself in hand.
"Nnh. Nnh."
Honda watches, waits. Thrusts hard and steady, the perfect even tempo that he knows will be his partner's undoing but can't help but fall into anyway, and Ludwig tries—struggles, as always—but succumbs, growling as his restraint crumbles and he comes, strong muscles shaking, his pale cheeks flushed crimson. Feliciano moves with him, adds as best he can to Ludwig's pleasure, murmuring sweetly in his own language as Ludwig pants and shudders and makes a mess of him of him, for once unobjecting to the little kisses Feliciano peppers across his cheeks and shoulders and chest.
"Hold me," Feliciano says, lying back and pulling Ludwig with him, leaving Honda to touch himself. "Mmm, Germany~."
Always close, always last, no matter what Feliciano and Ludwig may do to prolong their own involvement. Alone, uno, ein, ichi. Honda wraps his hand around himself and does what he needs to do, closes his eyes when Feliciano turns to nuzzle against the Iron Cross Ludwig wears even in bed. He comes when his body is ready, slips out of the bed to clean himself of his own semen, of his partners' sweat.
When he returns, the bed is empty, the shadows of the four standing beside it cast long in the evening light.
"Do you see, now?" they say.
He nods. He does see.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Even when hidden away in the pleasure of three.
I'm no history buff, but I did read up on things while writing this: Italy surrendered first, then attacked Germany, hence his coming first and "attacking" Germany after; Japan surrendered last, after Germany's surrender. And if you can't figure out who the four are at the end, then you suck even worse at history than I do, and that's saying something. :P
OMG anon. I ship these three so hard, and there isn't enough, and then you write
THIS SPECTACULAR THING FLAILSQUEE I LOVE YOU!!!
Every thread was woven together so perfectly, the subtle history and the smokin' smut and the sheer chill-inducing reflections on superstition, all foreboding and ominous and we know what happens. It flowed so beautifully together, perfectly meshed, and also
HOT HOT HOT SIZZLING HOT
and they were so IC, with Italy trilling and nuzzling and being affectionate, and Japan fierce and reserved, and Germany needy but stoic
AND ALSO DID I MENTION RIDICULOUSLY HOT??? (Especially that position, OMG YES DO WANT BEST SANDWICH EVER, but also the way you described it, the sensual touches, the sounds and sensations, fuck so awesome.)
This is. So wonderful. I love love love it.
THIS SPECTACULAR THING FLAILSQUEE I LOVE YOU!!!
Every thread was woven together so perfectly, the subtle history and the smokin' smut and the sheer chill-inducing reflections on superstition, all foreboding and ominous and we know what happens. It flowed so beautifully together, perfectly meshed, and also
HOT HOT HOT SIZZLING HOT
and they were so IC, with Italy trilling and nuzzling and being affectionate, and Japan fierce and reserved, and Germany needy but stoic
AND ALSO DID I MENTION RIDICULOUSLY HOT??? (Especially that position, OMG YES DO WANT BEST SANDWICH EVER, but also the way you described it, the sensual touches, the sounds and sensations, fuck so awesome.)
This is. So wonderful. I love love love it.
Anon would like Arthur getting his freak on at an old Beltane ritual. :) If he can be the avatar of the Horned God, then the partner is up to you. <3
France finds a load of Japan's Yaoi doujinshi's, and goes about setting everyone up
Pairings Anon would like to see
US/UK
Germany/N.Italy
Spain/S.Italy
Rest of the pairings are up to Anon
but the last doujinshi he finds?
France/Canada
GO, ANONS!!!! GO!!!
Pairings Anon would like to see
US/UK
Germany/N.Italy
Spain/S.Italy
Rest of the pairings are up to Anon
but the last doujinshi he finds?
France/Canada
GO, ANONS!!!! GO!!!
Excuse my BabelFish translator French. 0____0;
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Francis crept quietly into the oriental-style bedroom, looking around curiously at the way the room was set up. He opened up the Japanese man's closet, immediately, as if by instinct, grabbing the hidden chest underneath a pile of neatly folded yukatas. A smirk wiped across his face, as he opened the small chest, hentai and other kinds of porn filled his vision.
Francis admitted, even he ran out of ideas to spice up the bedroom at times; and even though the Asian man didn't seem like the type, he was quite the writer at erotica. He picked up the cover of one he had read before, moving them aside for new novels an such, until something caught his eye. He moved the other books and pulled out the laminated cover, his smirk growing wider at the people plastered on it.
There they were, in Japanese anime form, big eyes and coloured brightly; the two nations, he snickered at the thought, Arthur and Alfred, in the most suggesting position. He let a small chuckle escape his lips, at the sight of the British man's bright red face, and Alfred's carefree, yet predatory grin to the other male. He opened up the the manga, skimming through the pages and couldn't help but get steamy thoughts from the detailed scenes.
After finishing the manga, he started searching for more, eventually found more. One that had featured the stoic German and the Bubbly Italian, and the second one he'd managed to find contained what seemed to be his once beloved Spaniard and the other, more stubborn, older Italian. Both of the mangas drawn in differently, the one with Ludwig with sharp, clear lines and the one with Antonio, very soft, aiming for what seemed to be a 'cute' look. The smirk on his face enlarged; as he read through the mangas, an idea appeared... what if these plots actually worked?
He grinned to himself, 'génie Francis, génie'
Francis returned everything back to it's orginal spots and quickly left the room, but still keeping the mangas in his inside coat pocket.
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The next morning, he set up a meet with the two, like it was in the book, with Arthur and Alfred. The american was glad to, but it took more convincing for Arthrur to come; hearing the name Alfred was enough to make him say no with any hesitation. When he reached the meeting point, he already noticed the scowl on Arthur's face, and the cocky grin on Alfred's. Perfect.
"Ah, Arthur, Alfred! Bon pour vous voir tous les deux!" He greeted, smiling suggestively at them and winking once.
"Oh, talk in english you frog, we can't understand a bloody word you're saying." Arthur retorted, crossing his arms together and his scowl deepening.
"Hey there Francis! So where are we goin' again?" Alfred greeted, a hint of a southern accent, but not enough to be noticable. Francis smiled, a mischevious glint in his twinkling blue eyes.
"Well, I want to show you a restaurant, quite the food there I hear... " He said, his voice low, yet cheery. "Shall we go?" He asked. Arthur rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms across his chest.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." The Englishman muttered, taking the other man's lead. Alfred nodded vigorously, as he also started to follow Francis, everything was going as planned, and Francis knew it. He called up a cab and it pulled in quickly, the three of them getting inside, Francis making sure he got the front seat. Francis watched as Arthur flinched everytime Alfred switched positions and got closer to the other male subconciously. It's not like the oblivious American could help it. He snickered quietly.
In 10 minutes, they got to the restaurant, and immediately, Arthur was suspicious. "I don't know about this, it's a little bit shady... " He murmured, looking at the dim-lit restaurant with doubt in his eyes.
"Lighten up, Iggy!" Alfred said, patting Athur on the back with a grin. "It's not like Francis is gonna set us up or anything... " Arthur blushed a healthy shade of pink and nervously nodded, pressing his mouth together into a tight line. The British man nodded and walked inside, refusing to look at the him.
'Ah, if only they knew... ' Francis thought, smiling as he watched a waitress set them up like he had planned. He laughed.
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Francis crept quietly into the oriental-style bedroom, looking around curiously at the way the room was set up. He opened up the Japanese man's closet, immediately, as if by instinct, grabbing the hidden chest underneath a pile of neatly folded yukatas. A smirk wiped across his face, as he opened the small chest, hentai and other kinds of porn filled his vision.
Francis admitted, even he ran out of ideas to spice up the bedroom at times; and even though the Asian man didn't seem like the type, he was quite the writer at erotica. He picked up the cover of one he had read before, moving them aside for new novels an such, until something caught his eye. He moved the other books and pulled out the laminated cover, his smirk growing wider at the people plastered on it.
There they were, in Japanese anime form, big eyes and coloured brightly; the two nations, he snickered at the thought, Arthur and Alfred, in the most suggesting position. He let a small chuckle escape his lips, at the sight of the British man's bright red face, and Alfred's carefree, yet predatory grin to the other male. He opened up the the manga, skimming through the pages and couldn't help but get steamy thoughts from the detailed scenes.
After finishing the manga, he started searching for more, eventually found more. One that had featured the stoic German and the Bubbly Italian, and the second one he'd managed to find contained what seemed to be his once beloved Spaniard and the other, more stubborn, older Italian. Both of the mangas drawn in differently, the one with Ludwig with sharp, clear lines and the one with Antonio, very soft, aiming for what seemed to be a 'cute' look. The smirk on his face enlarged; as he read through the mangas, an idea appeared... what if these plots actually worked?
He grinned to himself, 'génie Francis, génie'
Francis returned everything back to it's orginal spots and quickly left the room, but still keeping the mangas in his inside coat pocket.
------
The next morning, he set up a meet with the two, like it was in the book, with Arthur and Alfred. The american was glad to, but it took more convincing for Arthrur to come; hearing the name Alfred was enough to make him say no with any hesitation. When he reached the meeting point, he already noticed the scowl on Arthur's face, and the cocky grin on Alfred's. Perfect.
"Ah, Arthur, Alfred! Bon pour vous voir tous les deux!" He greeted, smiling suggestively at them and winking once.
"Oh, talk in english you frog, we can't understand a bloody word you're saying." Arthur retorted, crossing his arms together and his scowl deepening.
"Hey there Francis! So where are we goin' again?" Alfred greeted, a hint of a southern accent, but not enough to be noticable. Francis smiled, a mischevious glint in his twinkling blue eyes.
"Well, I want to show you a restaurant, quite the food there I hear... " He said, his voice low, yet cheery. "Shall we go?" He asked. Arthur rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms across his chest.
"Okay, sure. Let's go." The Englishman muttered, taking the other man's lead. Alfred nodded vigorously, as he also started to follow Francis, everything was going as planned, and Francis knew it. He called up a cab and it pulled in quickly, the three of them getting inside, Francis making sure he got the front seat. Francis watched as Arthur flinched everytime Alfred switched positions and got closer to the other male subconciously. It's not like the oblivious American could help it. He snickered quietly.
In 10 minutes, they got to the restaurant, and immediately, Arthur was suspicious. "I don't know about this, it's a little bit shady... " He murmured, looking at the dim-lit restaurant with doubt in his eyes.
"Lighten up, Iggy!" Alfred said, patting Athur on the back with a grin. "It's not like Francis is gonna set us up or anything... " Arthur blushed a healthy shade of pink and nervously nodded, pressing his mouth together into a tight line. The British man nodded and walked inside, refusing to look at the him.
'Ah, if only they knew... ' Francis thought, smiling as he watched a waitress set them up like he had planned. He laughed.
Since it seems that some of us wants to see a sequel to this http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=6511319#t6511319 I've decided to be the one to make the request. *feels so dirty* D:
A sequel to the sequel of the America/fem!Canada molest/rape fic making it a trilogy.
A sequel to the sequel of the America/fem!Canada molest/rape fic making it a trilogy.
Denmark jacking off. No preference really as to who he's thinking about.
B: Iceland walks in on it, and sexing occurs.
B: Iceland walks in on it, and sexing occurs.
Denmark was a cool guy, or at least that was what he told himself. His office was boring, way too boring; he didn’t know how his neighbour did it.
Those German’s; perverts, alcoholics and damn hard workers. How Ludwig kept himself in that office or such long hours without going crazy was totally beyond the Dane. Gilbert however… now there was a dude and half, no finer man could be found around the world. In fact, if there was anyone who could ever possibly rival Denmark’s dudeness it was Gilbert.
Sure he had his bros like Norway, Iceland, Sweden and Finland but Gilbert knew how to party with the best of them. And just like Denmark, Gilbert was a randy son of a bitch. The two regularly swapped stories of their sexual escapades, Denmark tended to keep it to those specifically highlighted in his little black book; Gilbert however… he was very much an ‘any hole’s a goal’ kind of guy.
Denmark stretched and leaned back in his office chair, letting it roll back from his weight so that his upside down head was peering out of the window. Sure enough there was Ludwig, hard at work in his study with Gilbert amusingly mimicking Denmark’s situation of upside-down-stretched-and-staring-out-of-the-window-in-boredom-ness.
Denmark flashed a grin and a thumbs up over at his neighbour, who eagerly returned it. Dudes would be dudes after all.
Denmark whirled his chair around to face the window properly, head returned to its correct position, and raised two spread fingers to the corners of his mouth before flicking his tongue out between the two in a vulgar gesture.
Gilbert laughed, something that Ludwig ignored to his best ability, and returned Denmark’s gesture by forming his fist into a ball and swaying it from side to side to mimic masturbation.
Denmark laughed and saluted the Prussian, who saluted back, and returned to his work… or tried to. Now that Gilbert had put the idea in his head a good old fashioned whack-off didn’t sound too bad.
Denmark scooted over in his wheely chair to the window on the opposite side of his study that looked into Norway’s house. If there was one thing that Denmark fucking loved more than anything else, it was wheely chairs. And Sweden got him shit-loads for dirt cheap from that Ikea place he loved so much.
Positioning himself just before the behind the curtain so that his Norwegian neighbour couldn’t see him, he loosened the belt and undid the buttons on his jeans before slipping a hand under the waistband and into his pants.
Love thy neighbour they say.
And with a hottie like Norge and perverts like Gilbert and Ludwig Denmark fucking LOVED his house’s position.
Those German’s; perverts, alcoholics and damn hard workers. How Ludwig kept himself in that office or such long hours without going crazy was totally beyond the Dane. Gilbert however… now there was a dude and half, no finer man could be found around the world. In fact, if there was anyone who could ever possibly rival Denmark’s dudeness it was Gilbert.
Sure he had his bros like Norway, Iceland, Sweden and Finland but Gilbert knew how to party with the best of them. And just like Denmark, Gilbert was a randy son of a bitch. The two regularly swapped stories of their sexual escapades, Denmark tended to keep it to those specifically highlighted in his little black book; Gilbert however… he was very much an ‘any hole’s a goal’ kind of guy.
Denmark stretched and leaned back in his office chair, letting it roll back from his weight so that his upside down head was peering out of the window. Sure enough there was Ludwig, hard at work in his study with Gilbert amusingly mimicking Denmark’s situation of upside-down-stretched-and-staring-out-of-the-window-in-boredom-ness.
Denmark flashed a grin and a thumbs up over at his neighbour, who eagerly returned it. Dudes would be dudes after all.
Denmark whirled his chair around to face the window properly, head returned to its correct position, and raised two spread fingers to the corners of his mouth before flicking his tongue out between the two in a vulgar gesture.
Gilbert laughed, something that Ludwig ignored to his best ability, and returned Denmark’s gesture by forming his fist into a ball and swaying it from side to side to mimic masturbation.
Denmark laughed and saluted the Prussian, who saluted back, and returned to his work… or tried to. Now that Gilbert had put the idea in his head a good old fashioned whack-off didn’t sound too bad.
Denmark scooted over in his wheely chair to the window on the opposite side of his study that looked into Norway’s house. If there was one thing that Denmark fucking loved more than anything else, it was wheely chairs. And Sweden got him shit-loads for dirt cheap from that Ikea place he loved so much.
Positioning himself just before the behind the curtain so that his Norwegian neighbour couldn’t see him, he loosened the belt and undid the buttons on his jeans before slipping a hand under the waistband and into his pants.
Love thy neighbour they say.
And with a hottie like Norge and perverts like Gilbert and Ludwig Denmark fucking LOVED his house’s position.
France/England. France slipping viagra into England's drink at a meeting.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=20848856#t20848856
Really, this kink meme needs some more Prussia/Austria.
So, since I have a love of phonesex, I ask someone to write some good ol' Prussia/Austria phonesex.
Kink: Hungary records the whole conversation and plays it at the next meeting.
<3
So, since I have a love of phonesex, I ask someone to write some good ol' Prussia/Austria phonesex.
Kink: Hungary records the whole conversation and plays it at the next meeting.
<3
Prussia/Hungary, this pairing needs more love >:
Bonus points if Prussia is actually sweet to her, and if Hungary has to teach him how to touch a girl.
Bonus points if Prussia is actually sweet to her, and if Hungary has to teach him how to touch a girl.
Italy/Germany/Japan: The betrayals within, and the fallout of the Axis. Smut optional for flashbacks of the "better days". We're talking something pretty dark here, though.
I hope this hasn't been requested, but I've been too busy filling to look through all the requests.
Spain/S. Italy: la Tomatina as (public) foreplay.
Spain/S. Italy: la Tomatina as (public) foreplay.
Alright, prepare yourself guys, this is an odd one:
Nessie (tentacle monster)/ Scotland
Do with this what you will >o>
Nessie exists damnit >o</
Nessie (tentacle monster)/ Scotland
Do with this what you will >o>
Nessie exists damnit >o</
Ahh, Nessie, if only you really did exist.
Still, seconded.
Still, seconded.
Okay, guys, the picture of France in chef gear from the April 1st event has got me craving culinary prowess. To wit: France and Italy making delicious food together.
Extra points for mouthwatering descriptions of food.
Extra extra points for England and Germany hanging around and being, well, not useless, but perhaps a little intimidated by the whirlwind of chopping and simmering and sauté-ing.
Extra points for mouthwatering descriptions of food.
Extra extra points for England and Germany hanging around and being, well, not useless, but perhaps a little intimidated by the whirlwind of chopping and simmering and sauté-ing.
This has the potential to be either very cute or very hilarous. Or both.
Canada/America
America has a fight with England and ends up having spontaneous comfort sex with Canada. How this ends up is up to you.
America has a fight with England and ends up having spontaneous comfort sex with Canada. How this ends up is up to you.
Germany/N. Italy and Spain/S. Italy
THE ITALIES' PERSONALITIES SWITCH WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK
I would like deredere!S. Italy being ♥all over Spain♥ (AND HE'S.. SURPRISED BUT LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT♥) and tsundere!N. Italy DEMANDING MORE FUCKING ATTENTION AND LOVE, GODDAMNIT. (N-NOT THAT HE CARES OR ANYTHING. GO AHEAD DO YOUR FUCKING WORK AND PLAY WITH YOUR SMELLY DOGS ALL DAY SEE IF HE CARES--)
Please? ♥
THE ITALIES' PERSONALITIES SWITCH WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK
I would like deredere!S. Italy being ♥all over Spain♥ (AND HE'S.. SURPRISED BUT LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT♥) and tsundere!N. Italy DEMANDING MORE FUCKING ATTENTION AND LOVE, GODDAMNIT. (N-NOT THAT HE CARES OR ANYTHING. GO AHEAD DO YOUR FUCKING WORK AND PLAY WITH YOUR SMELLY DOGS ALL DAY SEE IF HE CARES--)
Please? ♥
FFFF
This reminds me of a comic I saw, where they switch personalities on their birthday XD
Sounds hilarious XD
This reminds me of a comic I saw, where they switch personalities on their birthday XD
Sounds hilarious XD
Plushenko and ivan, smut or just being bffls IDK. I just need this right now. really.
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