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Prussia/Russia, sadomasochism. Prussia as the sadist and Russia as the crazy masochist. The more dark and twisted, the better. This anon loves gratuitous violence and mindfuckery. Sex optional, but if you want to go for it, by all means write it.
MAJOR BONUS POINTS for a role-reversal happening. As in an unsatisfied Russia snaps and decides to teach Prussia what real pain is.
This anon's been good at filling requests. Anyone who writes this, feel free to direct me to a post you'd love to see filled.
MAJOR BONUS POINTS for a role-reversal happening. As in an unsatisfied Russia snaps and decides to teach Prussia what real pain is.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=27064357#t27064357
Turkey/Spain - sadomasochism
Need. More. Rare. Pairs. Please?
Need. More. Rare. Pairs. Please?
Aussie!anon is asking for what is perhaps a big ask on here...
Australia and ANZAC Day. It can be the day we landed, it can be set in 09 at Gallipoli with Turkey, with other countries involved, it can be anything. I just want to see it. Because to me, and hopefully the other Aussie's on here, that's a pretty damn important part of our history.
Anon knows this is asking a lot...but would be forever grateful if someone took this up...
(And yes, anon is also aware that this is early.)
Australia and ANZAC Day. It can be the day we landed, it can be set in 09 at Gallipoli with Turkey, with other countries involved, it can be anything. I just want to see it. Because to me, and hopefully the other Aussie's on here, that's a pretty damn important part of our history.
Anon knows this is asking a lot...but would be forever grateful if someone took this up...
(And yes, anon is also aware that this is early.)
Umm...Also, this anon would love you forever if you were to put Simpson and his Donkey in. As well as the fact that the landing at Gallipoli is referred to as "the birth of a nation".
America/Iraq, America calling out Iran's name during sex.
I'm going to Hell for this.
I'm going to Hell for this.
I'd like a Sealand and Latvia fic where Latvia is angsting after being abused (and/or raped) by Russia and Sealand tries to comfort him. Also I'd aprectiate if it stayed somewhat innocent. kisses and hugs etc, but no sex please^^;
Bonus: if Sealand doesn't quite understand what happened, tries to make Latvia explain in detail, then feels very embarassed when he finally gets it.
Bonus: if Sealand doesn't quite understand what happened, tries to make Latvia explain in detail, then feels very embarassed when he finally gets it.
I hope I didn't fail you OP Dx I work on this for like an hour.
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Was it just Latvia, or did he hear footsteps. It wasn't just him, he did hear footsteps? It wasn't just him, those were footsteps. Still somewhat hyperventilating, he wiped fresh tears away from his face in case it was Russia back again. Russia was always coming back...
“The job is never done...there's always something left you can do...Latvia.” Russia said, pressing his hand against the smaller boy's face. Caressing the face before whipping his hand back and slapping it once again. Latvia tried with all his might not to break down crying again, that had earned him strangulation just a few moments before. “Look at me little Latvia, look at me.” The eyes darted back at cold face. The distorted smile that hung loosely off of Russia lips lingered before Russia grabbed Latvia's collar and pushed him against the wall, using it to pull the little body up. Latvia flailed softly, feeling the knuckles dig into his collarbone. “Stop the squirming, Latvia. I'll be back, now you sit here and be quiet.” He whispered, gently petting the little boy's hair, before completely letting go and letting the smaller body hit the floor.
“The job's never done.” He repeated, more to himself this time.
Russia could return at any moment. Showing him tears for his pained collarbone might make Russia angry. Today he was nice, but tomorrow could be worst. Latvia let go of his knees and laid down in his bed. The tapping of feet got closer, but this tapping was the tap of a smaller shoe, the tapping of...a smaller person.
“Latvia?” The voice said, the door opening as well.
“Sealand?” He asked, already recognizing the figure.
“Latvia! Have you been...crying?” Sealand asked, pushing the door shut behind him as he scurried over.
“I...well...” Latvia stumbled over his own words, still not sure what Sealand was doing in his room. Sealand sat next to Latvia on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to turn on the light and look over at Latvia.
“What's wrong, Raivis?” Sealand asked, tilting his head slightly. Latvia took one look at Sealand's face and knew it was alright. It was alright to cry, and tell him. He could tell Sealand.
“I-I...It Russia! He hurts me...so so bad. He's always hurting me...He's always telling me how special I am. How perfect I am, and then he hits me. He pushes me, he chokes me...Peter...he hurts me.” Sealand lifted his arm, and Latvia flinched. Sealand looked at his arm, then back at Latvia before putting it down to grab his hand.
“It's okay Raivis...” Sealand said, gripping the hand a bit tighter.
“Peter...I can't escape him...he's always there. I...I can't even sleep without seeing him. Peter it's horrible...I...I...” Latvia began to sob, and Sealand gently pulled Latvia into an embrace.
“You hide your hurt inside so well Raivis...you keep it pent up and nobody know. I know now, Raivis, I know.”
“Peter, pl-please...make the nightmares go away. Make the pain go away...m-make Russia go away. Even if it's only for a moment, Sealand. Even if it's only for a moment.” Latvia leaned back. Sealand looked deep into Latvia's pleading eyes, and searched for an answer. Latvia looked back at him, and let his eyelids slowly lay shut as he pressed his lips to Sealand's. Electricity zipped through his body. Latvia wasn't sure if Sealand felt it, too.
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Was it just Latvia, or did he hear footsteps. It wasn't just him, he did hear footsteps? It wasn't just him, those were footsteps. Still somewhat hyperventilating, he wiped fresh tears away from his face in case it was Russia back again. Russia was always coming back...
“The job is never done...there's always something left you can do...Latvia.” Russia said, pressing his hand against the smaller boy's face. Caressing the face before whipping his hand back and slapping it once again. Latvia tried with all his might not to break down crying again, that had earned him strangulation just a few moments before. “Look at me little Latvia, look at me.” The eyes darted back at cold face. The distorted smile that hung loosely off of Russia lips lingered before Russia grabbed Latvia's collar and pushed him against the wall, using it to pull the little body up. Latvia flailed softly, feeling the knuckles dig into his collarbone. “Stop the squirming, Latvia. I'll be back, now you sit here and be quiet.” He whispered, gently petting the little boy's hair, before completely letting go and letting the smaller body hit the floor.
“The job's never done.” He repeated, more to himself this time.
Russia could return at any moment. Showing him tears for his pained collarbone might make Russia angry. Today he was nice, but tomorrow could be worst. Latvia let go of his knees and laid down in his bed. The tapping of feet got closer, but this tapping was the tap of a smaller shoe, the tapping of...a smaller person.
“Latvia?” The voice said, the door opening as well.
“Sealand?” He asked, already recognizing the figure.
“Latvia! Have you been...crying?” Sealand asked, pushing the door shut behind him as he scurried over.
“I...well...” Latvia stumbled over his own words, still not sure what Sealand was doing in his room. Sealand sat next to Latvia on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to turn on the light and look over at Latvia.
“What's wrong, Raivis?” Sealand asked, tilting his head slightly. Latvia took one look at Sealand's face and knew it was alright. It was alright to cry, and tell him. He could tell Sealand.
“I-I...It Russia! He hurts me...so so bad. He's always hurting me...He's always telling me how special I am. How perfect I am, and then he hits me. He pushes me, he chokes me...Peter...he hurts me.” Sealand lifted his arm, and Latvia flinched. Sealand looked at his arm, then back at Latvia before putting it down to grab his hand.
“It's okay Raivis...” Sealand said, gripping the hand a bit tighter.
“Peter...I can't escape him...he's always there. I...I can't even sleep without seeing him. Peter it's horrible...I...I...” Latvia began to sob, and Sealand gently pulled Latvia into an embrace.
“You hide your hurt inside so well Raivis...you keep it pent up and nobody know. I know now, Raivis, I know.”
“Peter, pl-please...make the nightmares go away. Make the pain go away...m-make Russia go away. Even if it's only for a moment, Sealand. Even if it's only for a moment.” Latvia leaned back. Sealand looked deep into Latvia's pleading eyes, and searched for an answer. Latvia looked back at him, and let his eyelids slowly lay shut as he pressed his lips to Sealand's. Electricity zipped through his body. Latvia wasn't sure if Sealand felt it, too.
Latvia quickly pulled away, realizing what he had done, but Sealand leaned forward again seeking the same sign of affection a second time. Latvia kissed him again feeling warm inside. Something he'd missed. Something Russia always seemed to take from him.
Latvia finally broke the kiss and looked down at his hand that was quickly covered by Sealand's.
“Raivis...your face is red...what...what just happened?” Sealand asked. Latvia didn't really want to explain. Covering his mouth he shook his head. Sealand slowly pealed the hand off, and pressed his lips to Latvia's a third time. “What is that?”
“It's...uhh...Tas ir skūpsts.” Latvia whispered.
“I don't get it...what's a...kiss? What's it mean?” Sealand asked, clearly never having been affectionate with someone.
“A kiss is something...it's a...you...you give it to those you care about...you care...a lot about...”
“You care...a lot...about me?” Sealand asked, pointing to himself. Latvia bit his lower lip and nodded hesitantly.
“Peter...I love you.” Latvia whispered even quieter.
“Oh.” Sealand said, finally understanding. His face began to heat up faster then a summer day. “Raivis...?” Sealand began, his cheeks already littered with pink.
“Mmhmm?”
“Raivis, I love you, too. I promise to make you're nightmares go away.” Sealand said, grabbing the hand once again. “I won't leave you alone. Not tonight.” Sealand pulled on the light string, as to hide his furious blush.
“Thank you, Peter...thank you...”
Latvia finally broke the kiss and looked down at his hand that was quickly covered by Sealand's.
“Raivis...your face is red...what...what just happened?” Sealand asked. Latvia didn't really want to explain. Covering his mouth he shook his head. Sealand slowly pealed the hand off, and pressed his lips to Latvia's a third time. “What is that?”
“It's...uhh...Tas ir skūpsts.” Latvia whispered.
“I don't get it...what's a...kiss? What's it mean?” Sealand asked, clearly never having been affectionate with someone.
“A kiss is something...it's a...you...you give it to those you care about...you care...a lot about...”
“You care...a lot...about me?” Sealand asked, pointing to himself. Latvia bit his lower lip and nodded hesitantly.
“Peter...I love you.” Latvia whispered even quieter.
“Oh.” Sealand said, finally understanding. His face began to heat up faster then a summer day. “Raivis...?” Sealand began, his cheeks already littered with pink.
“Mmhmm?”
“Raivis, I love you, too. I promise to make you're nightmares go away.” Sealand said, grabbing the hand once again. “I won't leave you alone. Not tonight.” Sealand pulled on the light string, as to hide his furious blush.
“Thank you, Peter...thank you...”
Sealand/Latvia...I feel like a pedo, but I love it anyway.
Thank you for writing, anon
Thank you for writing, anon
This is great author!anon. You write Latvia and Sealand so sweetly. Just… awesome in general! Thanks!
Okay, guys, okay. So are any of you suscribers to the RUSSIA!Magazine thing on lj? Read this!
"'A social psychologist realizes that Russia's entire government ideology consists of blaming Americans for everything. He provides a point-by-point sarcastic outline of all Russia's major problems and how "Americans did it." Highlights: after breaking up the U.S.S.R., we imported crime and drugs via Hollywood films, invented AIDS and made the youth into womb-less perverts with our pornography, ruined Russia's chances at the Olympics by bribing judges, and attacked Russia via Georgia. Response: "Americans also invented LiveJournal so that Russians would sit around for hours powdering each others' brains instead of laboring for the good of the country...""
You've read it, now write meh something! Make it cracky!
"'A social psychologist realizes that Russia's entire government ideology consists of blaming Americans for everything. He provides a point-by-point sarcastic outline of all Russia's major problems and how "Americans did it." Highlights: after breaking up the U.S.S.R., we imported crime and drugs via Hollywood films, invented AIDS and made the youth into womb-less perverts with our pornography, ruined Russia's chances at the Olympics by bribing judges, and attacked Russia via Georgia. Response: "Americans also invented LiveJournal so that Russians would sit around for hours powdering each others' brains instead of laboring for the good of the country...""
You've read it, now write meh something! Make it cracky!
Um, anon would reeeeally like to see this (and hot sex is required please?) I know that people have already requested USxOtherAccent!UK, but nobody's been specific as far as I know...
So please, (in this order) USxCockney!UK? In the midst of getting steamy, UK switches dialect, and although Alfred has NOOoo idea what Arthur is saying...~*damn!*~....
For those not well-versed in the cockney ways: http://www.effingpot.com/slang.shtml has some good stuff. (I have a Cockney!Father, so please don't drop a clanger on this one...) Okay? Ace! Let's go! (Boy, I hope I'm not being too specific...)
So please, (in this order) USxCockney!UK? In the midst of getting steamy, UK switches dialect, and although Alfred has NOOoo idea what Arthur is saying...~*damn!*~....
For those not well-versed in the cockney ways: http://www.effingpot.com/slang.shtml has some good stuff. (I have a Cockney!Father, so please don't drop a clanger on this one...) Okay? Ace! Let's go! (Boy, I hope I'm not being too specific...)
England/France
with Canada as the baby.
Something sweet and funny. I don't care who gets pregnant.
with Canada as the baby.
Something sweet and funny. I don't care who gets pregnant.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=18811096#t18811096
Anon demands the following:
Belarus and Lithuania go on a REAL date. But Liet gets a bit..anxious. So he slips something into her drink.
Lithuania/Belarus. Daterape. Bondage is optional.
Belarus and Lithuania go on a REAL date. But Liet gets a bit..anxious. So he slips something into her drink.
Lithuania/Belarus. Daterape. Bondage is optional.
Fill here:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=43128473#t43128473
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=43128473#t43128473
I'll try to do my best considering this is the first USxUK thing I've written! Oh and I'm thinking Alfred is about 16/17ish here.
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"Alfred! Don't you think you are getting a bit too old for this!"
Arthur sighed and peered down at his not-so-little brother, who was settling himself down and getting comfy in HIS bed. It was one of those nights where Alfred insisted that he was too scared to sleep on his own and came crawling into Arthur's bed, despite the fact that he was a perfectly capable and healthy young man.
"Of course not! You know how scared I get."
Alfred yawned and pulled the covers up his nose.
"But Alfred, you're no longer a child! You're a man now, and you need to start acting like one! I mean, I don't go creeping into Francis' bed whenever I get spooked!"
Alfred smiled at the thought of a frantic Arthur bursting into Francis' room and jumping into his bed.
"It'd be pretty funny if you did. Well good night, Arthur!"
And with that being said, Alfred rolled on his side and snuggled into the covers, proceeding to drift off into a peaceful slumber, much to the Englishman's dismay.
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The night was calm and serene, the only sounds that were heard were the soft rustling of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl. It seemed the whole world was asleep, everyone except Arthur that is. Propped up against the headboard with his hands behind his head, he dazed out into the night sky, so brightly lighted by the silver moon. Usually, Arthur had no trouble falling asleep, however, that was not the case tonight. He sat contemplating and thinking. All was not well in the colonies. The people were becoming restless and demanding more freedom, more representation on their part. Threats of separation had sprung up, which both concerned and frightened Arthur at the same time. He wanted to make sure that the colonies remained loyal to the king, their true leader, and yet, he was scared. Scared that his dear brother would one day turn against him.
Arthur turned towards his sleeping companion. But he wouldn't do that, not Alfred. Not the boy whom he had raised to be a splendid young man. There was too much trust between them. Too much love.
Arthur smiled and gently stroked Alfred's face, like a proud parent or a star-struck lover.
Suddenly, Alfred groaned and rolled over on top of Arthur, trapping him under his weight.
Arthur could feel his face redden as Alfred softly kneed him, causing an unintentional stir in his breeches.
"Alfred! Alfred! Get off me!" Arthur whispered, tugging at his intruder's shoulders. But to no avail, Alfred kept on snoozing, blissfully unaware.
Arthur shrugged, he couldn't believe that his brother had out grown him to the point where he couldn't even push him off!
He tried to stiffle a moan as Alfred's knee kept rubbing against his groin, due to all of his unsuccessful attempts at freeing himself.
Arthur mentally slapped himself. How could Alfred be turning him on like this!? And yet, despite his inner most protests, his hard-on was in serious need of some attention. His hand snaked it's way down his breeches and took hold of his firm cock, begging for assistance.
"Please don't let Alfred notice, please don't let Alfred notice!"
He repeated inside his head as he pumped his hand up and down, relieving himself
But all the motion beneath him caused Alfred to stir. Groggily rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times and gazed up to find a very flustered looking Arthur with bright, pink tinted cheeks.
But what was he doing on top of him? Ah he must have rolled over in his sleep.
"Oh sorry, Arthur, I must have-" but as he hoisted himself up and off of the older nation, Arthur's little guilty activity came into clear view.
For what seemed like forever, neither of them said anything. Instead, Arthur simply lay put, with his hand down his pants and everything, and Alfred merely stared.
"..."
"..."
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll leave!"
"No! Ah! Really I shouldn't have!"
"I'm sorry! Really!"
"No! Really! I'm sorry for all this!"
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"Alfred! Don't you think you are getting a bit too old for this!"
Arthur sighed and peered down at his not-so-little brother, who was settling himself down and getting comfy in HIS bed. It was one of those nights where Alfred insisted that he was too scared to sleep on his own and came crawling into Arthur's bed, despite the fact that he was a perfectly capable and healthy young man.
"Of course not! You know how scared I get."
Alfred yawned and pulled the covers up his nose.
"But Alfred, you're no longer a child! You're a man now, and you need to start acting like one! I mean, I don't go creeping into Francis' bed whenever I get spooked!"
Alfred smiled at the thought of a frantic Arthur bursting into Francis' room and jumping into his bed.
"It'd be pretty funny if you did. Well good night, Arthur!"
And with that being said, Alfred rolled on his side and snuggled into the covers, proceeding to drift off into a peaceful slumber, much to the Englishman's dismay.
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The night was calm and serene, the only sounds that were heard were the soft rustling of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl. It seemed the whole world was asleep, everyone except Arthur that is. Propped up against the headboard with his hands behind his head, he dazed out into the night sky, so brightly lighted by the silver moon. Usually, Arthur had no trouble falling asleep, however, that was not the case tonight. He sat contemplating and thinking. All was not well in the colonies. The people were becoming restless and demanding more freedom, more representation on their part. Threats of separation had sprung up, which both concerned and frightened Arthur at the same time. He wanted to make sure that the colonies remained loyal to the king, their true leader, and yet, he was scared. Scared that his dear brother would one day turn against him.
Arthur turned towards his sleeping companion. But he wouldn't do that, not Alfred. Not the boy whom he had raised to be a splendid young man. There was too much trust between them. Too much love.
Arthur smiled and gently stroked Alfred's face, like a proud parent or a star-struck lover.
Suddenly, Alfred groaned and rolled over on top of Arthur, trapping him under his weight.
Arthur could feel his face redden as Alfred softly kneed him, causing an unintentional stir in his breeches.
"Alfred! Alfred! Get off me!" Arthur whispered, tugging at his intruder's shoulders. But to no avail, Alfred kept on snoozing, blissfully unaware.
Arthur shrugged, he couldn't believe that his brother had out grown him to the point where he couldn't even push him off!
He tried to stiffle a moan as Alfred's knee kept rubbing against his groin, due to all of his unsuccessful attempts at freeing himself.
Arthur mentally slapped himself. How could Alfred be turning him on like this!? And yet, despite his inner most protests, his hard-on was in serious need of some attention. His hand snaked it's way down his breeches and took hold of his firm cock, begging for assistance.
"Please don't let Alfred notice, please don't let Alfred notice!"
He repeated inside his head as he pumped his hand up and down, relieving himself
But all the motion beneath him caused Alfred to stir. Groggily rubbing his eyes, he blinked a few times and gazed up to find a very flustered looking Arthur with bright, pink tinted cheeks.
But what was he doing on top of him? Ah he must have rolled over in his sleep.
"Oh sorry, Arthur, I must have-" but as he hoisted himself up and off of the older nation, Arthur's little guilty activity came into clear view.
For what seemed like forever, neither of them said anything. Instead, Arthur simply lay put, with his hand down his pants and everything, and Alfred merely stared.
"..."
"..."
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll leave!"
"No! Ah! Really I shouldn't have!"
"I'm sorry! Really!"
"No! Really! I'm sorry for all this!"
Silence again. Arthur sighed and shook his head.
"Alfred, I'm sorry, I should have regained better control of myself, it wasn't right for me to..."
Alfred sat on the side of the bed and bit his thumbnail. He decided to go ahead and ask the question that had been on his mind for some time.
"Arthur...well, um... what's sex like? I mean, I know you've explained it to me before, but you never actually told me what it felt like."
If Arthur was red before, then he was practically burning up now.
"Ah well...that is, hard to explain."
Alfred mulled it over.
"You told me it's something that a man and a woman do when they love each other very much, well, can two guys do it too?"
Arthur almost dropped dead. It was awkward enough to explain sex between a man and a woman, but to explain how sex worked between two men!
"Ahh...that is...again, hard to explain."
But right as he said that, Alfred's face lit up.
"So two guys CAN have sex? Wow, I didn't think it was possible, but then..."
Alfred gave Arthur a quizzical look.
"How do two girls have sex?"
"Alfred! That's enough! Listen, I'm sorry for doing something as inappropriate as what I did! But it's late, we'll talk about this later! So good night!"
Arthur frowned and promptly fell back in the bed, grabbing the covers and covering his whole head with them.
"Aw! But Arthur! I want to know now! Not tomorrow!"
Alfred whined, poking Arthur in the side.
"Go to bed, Alfred!"
The younger blonde pulled back the covers and smiled at a dour Arthur.
"Well if you can't explain it to me, then can you show me?"
"This isn't a subject that can be taken so loosely! People generally have sex to show someone how much they love them, not just to explain or experiment with!"
Arthur scoffed, he was ready to call it a night and end this discussion.
"But, Arthur, I love you."
Alfred stated this simply, peering down at his once caregiver.
"Yes, but...not in THAT way, Alfred, there are different kinds of love."
Alfred frowned, he was getting confused. He loved Arthur a lot; he would do anything for him. If sex was something that two people did to show their love for each other, then Alfred was sure he wanted to have sex with Arthur.
"But I don't understand, I love everything about you, can't I show it through sex?"
Arthur's head was spinning, Alfred was asking too much. A part of him was still disgusted by the fact that Alfred had actually caused him to get hard, and another part of him... well, that other part of him was more curious to find out what it would be like to take Alfred's virginity.
"Ah, Alfred, you...you have too many questions."
Arthur sat up. Just what exactly was he going to do? Alfred's own curiosity was insatiable. He wouldn't let up on this subject of sex until he found out what it was like.
"Arthur, please, show me what it's like."
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Lol recaptcha: France leanne. I'm sure France would lean over to see what's coming XD
"Alfred, I'm sorry, I should have regained better control of myself, it wasn't right for me to..."
Alfred sat on the side of the bed and bit his thumbnail. He decided to go ahead and ask the question that had been on his mind for some time.
"Arthur...well, um... what's sex like? I mean, I know you've explained it to me before, but you never actually told me what it felt like."
If Arthur was red before, then he was practically burning up now.
"Ah well...that is, hard to explain."
Alfred mulled it over.
"You told me it's something that a man and a woman do when they love each other very much, well, can two guys do it too?"
Arthur almost dropped dead. It was awkward enough to explain sex between a man and a woman, but to explain how sex worked between two men!
"Ahh...that is...again, hard to explain."
But right as he said that, Alfred's face lit up.
"So two guys CAN have sex? Wow, I didn't think it was possible, but then..."
Alfred gave Arthur a quizzical look.
"How do two girls have sex?"
"Alfred! That's enough! Listen, I'm sorry for doing something as inappropriate as what I did! But it's late, we'll talk about this later! So good night!"
Arthur frowned and promptly fell back in the bed, grabbing the covers and covering his whole head with them.
"Aw! But Arthur! I want to know now! Not tomorrow!"
Alfred whined, poking Arthur in the side.
"Go to bed, Alfred!"
The younger blonde pulled back the covers and smiled at a dour Arthur.
"Well if you can't explain it to me, then can you show me?"
"This isn't a subject that can be taken so loosely! People generally have sex to show someone how much they love them, not just to explain or experiment with!"
Arthur scoffed, he was ready to call it a night and end this discussion.
"But, Arthur, I love you."
Alfred stated this simply, peering down at his once caregiver.
"Yes, but...not in THAT way, Alfred, there are different kinds of love."
Alfred frowned, he was getting confused. He loved Arthur a lot; he would do anything for him. If sex was something that two people did to show their love for each other, then Alfred was sure he wanted to have sex with Arthur.
"But I don't understand, I love everything about you, can't I show it through sex?"
Arthur's head was spinning, Alfred was asking too much. A part of him was still disgusted by the fact that Alfred had actually caused him to get hard, and another part of him... well, that other part of him was more curious to find out what it would be like to take Alfred's virginity.
"Ah, Alfred, you...you have too many questions."
Arthur sat up. Just what exactly was he going to do? Alfred's own curiosity was insatiable. He wouldn't let up on this subject of sex until he found out what it was like.
"Arthur, please, show me what it's like."
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Lol recaptcha: France leanne. I'm sure France would lean over to see what's coming XD
Before Arthur knew it, he had Alfred pinned to the bed and was kissing him quite greedily all over his face while clumsily removing his night shirt. Sinful? Their intentions? Definitely, but Arthur wasn’t going to think it over just yet. After he discarded the garment on the floor, he hungrily attacked Alfred’s neck with a dozen rough kisses and traced a nipple with his forefinger.
“Ar…Arthur, this isn’t sex.”
Alfred frowned, although Arthur found it rather amusing.
“I know, Alfred, this is called foreplay.”
Leaving a trail of kisses down his throat, Arthur ran his hands over the younger man’s broad chest, letting his mouth wander along wherever it pleased. He kissed one of his nipples, softly at first, and then bit down, though, not too hard to cause him any pain.
Alfred moaned, unbeknownst to himself. He had no idea he could make that sort of noise. It wasn’t a moan of agony or stress but…of pure arousal.
Arthur smirked and began to fiddle with Alfred’s breeches, hastily throwing them down on the ground. Alfred squirmed and adjusted himself. It was a bit awkward to lay butt naked, but it was with Arthur, so he trusted him.
Arthur pressed his lips to Alfred’s, it was a sloppy, dominating kiss. One that let Alfred know who was in control here. The older nation gently probed his cock and a sudden jerky feeling erupted in Alfred’s groin. He had never felt this before, the feeling of another’s hands on him like that. Sure, he had pleasured himself every now and then, but this was different, this was new.
“Aah…Arthur,” he groaned as the Englishman began pumping his cock up and down, letting the transdescent precum leak over his fingers. Alfred latched his hands around Arthur’s back, forcing him closer. Over and over again, the anticipation only was getting more intense. Alfred unintentionally started to thrust into Arthur’s now soaking hand, begging for release. But it suddenly came to a stop and Alfred found himself flipped onto his stomach.
“Why…why did you stop? It felt so good!”
Arthur ran a finger down Alfred’s spine and leaned into his ear and whispered.
“Because, Alfred, this is where it begins.”
Alfred could feel the older nation spreading him apart, rubbing his insides with the sticky substance, and positioning himself at his entrance. His heart pounded wildly as he felt Arthur’s hot breath against his skin.
“Alfred…are you sure?”
Unaware of the tensions that were soon to come between them, Alfred only nodded in a heat’s notice. It was then and there that he wanted to know, and Arthur was the only one he trusted this to.
And as soon as he gave consent, he was thrown into a world of such intense pressure and pain that he feared it would make him burst open. This feeling of total fullness was too much.
“Arthur! It hurts! You never said it would hurt like this!”
“It hurts a bit at first, Alfred, you’ll get used to it.”
Alfred cringed and bit the covers, he had never imaged it would feel like this! But Arthur started out slowly, gently. Making sure that his newfound lover grew adjusted to the feel. After Alfred calmed down, he allowed himself to take in all the pleasure that was being sent his way as he was thrusted into. He realized it didn’t hurt so badly after all.
“Arthur….” He whimpered, clinging to the sheets as the Englishman slightly increased his pace. In and out, in and out. Alfred moaned as Arthur’s cock rubbed against him in a repetitive manner.
“Alfred,” the older blonde panted, “does this suit your curiosity?
“Ar…Arthur, this isn’t sex.”
Alfred frowned, although Arthur found it rather amusing.
“I know, Alfred, this is called foreplay.”
Leaving a trail of kisses down his throat, Arthur ran his hands over the younger man’s broad chest, letting his mouth wander along wherever it pleased. He kissed one of his nipples, softly at first, and then bit down, though, not too hard to cause him any pain.
Alfred moaned, unbeknownst to himself. He had no idea he could make that sort of noise. It wasn’t a moan of agony or stress but…of pure arousal.
Arthur smirked and began to fiddle with Alfred’s breeches, hastily throwing them down on the ground. Alfred squirmed and adjusted himself. It was a bit awkward to lay butt naked, but it was with Arthur, so he trusted him.
Arthur pressed his lips to Alfred’s, it was a sloppy, dominating kiss. One that let Alfred know who was in control here. The older nation gently probed his cock and a sudden jerky feeling erupted in Alfred’s groin. He had never felt this before, the feeling of another’s hands on him like that. Sure, he had pleasured himself every now and then, but this was different, this was new.
“Aah…Arthur,” he groaned as the Englishman began pumping his cock up and down, letting the transdescent precum leak over his fingers. Alfred latched his hands around Arthur’s back, forcing him closer. Over and over again, the anticipation only was getting more intense. Alfred unintentionally started to thrust into Arthur’s now soaking hand, begging for release. But it suddenly came to a stop and Alfred found himself flipped onto his stomach.
“Why…why did you stop? It felt so good!”
Arthur ran a finger down Alfred’s spine and leaned into his ear and whispered.
“Because, Alfred, this is where it begins.”
Alfred could feel the older nation spreading him apart, rubbing his insides with the sticky substance, and positioning himself at his entrance. His heart pounded wildly as he felt Arthur’s hot breath against his skin.
“Alfred…are you sure?”
Unaware of the tensions that were soon to come between them, Alfred only nodded in a heat’s notice. It was then and there that he wanted to know, and Arthur was the only one he trusted this to.
And as soon as he gave consent, he was thrown into a world of such intense pressure and pain that he feared it would make him burst open. This feeling of total fullness was too much.
“Arthur! It hurts! You never said it would hurt like this!”
“It hurts a bit at first, Alfred, you’ll get used to it.”
Alfred cringed and bit the covers, he had never imaged it would feel like this! But Arthur started out slowly, gently. Making sure that his newfound lover grew adjusted to the feel. After Alfred calmed down, he allowed himself to take in all the pleasure that was being sent his way as he was thrusted into. He realized it didn’t hurt so badly after all.
“Arthur….” He whimpered, clinging to the sheets as the Englishman slightly increased his pace. In and out, in and out. Alfred moaned as Arthur’s cock rubbed against him in a repetitive manner.
“Alfred,” the older blonde panted, “does this suit your curiosity?
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