Uh, it's not the 19th, but I hope y'all like it anyway. Because indpendent!Texas strikes me as such a sexy, sassy Southern lady, but the state today is definately a dude.
The first time America saw her, her white dressed was still stained with streaks of red from her revolution as she lay beside the riverbank surrounded by bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes.
He walked up nervously, pulling off his hat and trying desperately to remember anything England had ever told him about being a gentleman.
"Good morning, Miss Tejas," he greeted her.
She rolled into a sitting position and gazed up at him, her green eyes gleaming in her warm, tanned face. Brown hair fell in messy curls down her back, and her strong German jaw should have made her look overly masculine, but it didn't.
"Howdy," she replied, grinning. "But it's Texas, now." Her eyes narrowed and her face darkened with sudden anger, crackling there and gone as fast as a summer thunderstorm. "Only Mexico calls me Tejas."
Alfred sat on the grass beside her.
"It must be awful, having to be neighbors even after your independence," he mused. "Parents are always trying to tell you what to do, how to be. If I didn't have the Atlantic between me and England, and I'd go nuts." She nodded solemnly.
"Yeah," she agreed. "You cayan't have slaves, Tejas," she mimicked snidely. "Or, no, you have to have this capitol now, Tejas or you have to pay property taxes even though I promised you wouldn't, Tejas. Bastard." She spat on the ground, entirely unladylike. Alfred fucking loved it.
"Those extra taxes are such bullshit," he agreed. God, it was like she understood him perfectly! In the distance, a bell clanged.
Texas sighed.
"I've gotta go," she told him, regretfully. "I'm tryin' to set up my school system right now, but I'll talk to you again real soon, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure thing," Alfred agreed, watching her pin her wild hair as she walked away across her prairie.
~*~
A few years later, Alfred arrived just in time to see her father cross the canyon, grab her arm and try to drag her across the border, spouting in angry Spanish all the while. Texas jerked her arm free and punched him hard across the mouth.
"Shut up!" she shouted. "I am too independent, now get the fuck out my house!" She shoved him over the ledge into the river, panting hard, her cheeks flushing hot and red with exertion and anger. She hiked up her skirt and grabbed a revolver strapped to her leg, above her well-worn, muddy work boots, firing a warning shot into the gorge.
"And don't come back neither!" she shouted, all rough frontier defiance.
"God, you're gorgeous," America murmured, transfixed. She turned to him, smiling, simultaneously triumphant and a little shy, her hands larger and rougher than they had been before when she cupped his face for a kiss.
"You - you're very young," America pointed out, suddenly nervous.
"I'm old enough," Texas promised, her voice husky and low, before she kissed him again. Alfred stripped her dress off, his hands curling around the curves of her strong shoulders and her small breasts as she groaned and squirmed against him.
~*~
They lay sprawled and motionless, baking in the heat of her ridiculous summers, their hands still messy and sticky from bringing each other off. America nuzzled Texas's belly, pale compared to her golden limbs, inhaling the scents of grass and salt and fertile soil. He stroked his hands down her sides, enjoying the way she shivered happily under his touch.
"Texas," he began, thinking of the ring in his pants pocket (somewhere) and the elaborate plans he knew he wouldn't have the courage to go through with.
"Hm?" she inquired, deeply relaxed.
"Will you become one with me?" he asked.
She jerked upright, biting her lip.
"Yes - no - I want to - let me think about it?" she pleaded. America nodded.
She came back a few days later, with her hair cut short and a state constitution clutched tightly in her white-knuckled hand.
"Do you, the United States of America," Alfred's boss asked him solemnly, "Annex this nation, the Republic of Texas, as your state, to love, honor, and cherish, in peace and in war, with equality, freedom, and justice?"
"I do," Alfred replied, both houses of congress ringing strongly in his voice.
"And do you, the Republic of Texas," he went on, "Accept this nation, the United States of America, as your sovereign Federacy, to love, honor, and obey, in peace and in war, with equality, freedom, and justice?"
"I do," Austin answered. Alfred's boss signed the papers with a flourish, and America swept her off her feet like a new groom should and carried her to bed.
They fumbled and gasped and died from brightness under the dark of plain linen sheets. He made her bleed that night - but she raked bloody scratches down his back before she climbed on top to ride him, so Alfred figured it was alright.
She moved into his house and they bickered over where exactly to draw borders and whether using skinning knives at the dinner table was appropriate. (It wasn't.) She started wearing boy's clothes and carrying her guns strapped across her back instead of hidden under dresses, and her congressmen hollered and harangued as naturally as if she'd always been part of him. He kissed her under the huge prairie sky and whispered his dreams of reaching the pacific, and she squeezed his hand and nibbled his neck and urged him on, confessing the very same dreams.
Even though it made her blush, he would marvel at the way her breasts were receding slowly into her beautiful chest. Her hips felt narrower in his hands, but lifting her from the waist when they danced got harder every time he tried, and he realized with shock one day that they were the exact same height. He swore that he thought she was just as beautiful as ever, licking his way along her scars - thin white lines from rodeo injuries that would fade fast enough, thicker patches of tough, shiny tissue over Goliad and Alamo.
~*~
When America paced late at night, tearing at his hair and worrying about slavery, or when he hid from the clamor of the arguments echoing through the capitol, moaning at the migraine that felt like it was splitting his head in two, or knelt on the floor and vomited blood as Kansas tore itself apart, she watched him. Her hands fluttered as if she wanted to help, but in the end she just glowered and fidgeted abashedly and tightened her grip on her horsewhip.
Alfred sat glumly in the dark in his room, drinking whiskey and cursing his paralyzed boss and trying to ignore the shots from Sumpter. She slipped in to say goodbye, already dressed in crisp grey, the military cut fitting neatly on her angular form.
“Darlin’,” she began hesitantly, her smooth tenor voice heavy with a worthless apology.
“You’re leaving me,” Alfred said bitterly, and it wasn’t a question. “You’re leaving me for him. With him.”
Texas kissed his hair, light as the breeze rifling the grass of the plains.
“Part of me – a big part of me – really wants to stay,” she whispered.
“Then stay,” Alfred told her.
She left without saying another word. The next time he saw her, it was over muskets, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Alan. They looked fierce and beautiful, and Alfred ached for both of them before he pulled the trigger.
When Alfred dragged Alan back home, both of were them blood-drenched, Alan thin with hunger, shivering and sweating with sickness, and burned all along his side, and Texas came stumbling after. Somehow, while Alfred struggled with internecine Republican fighting over the precise wording of loyalty oaths, Alan faded resentfully back into him in a flurry of voting registration laws and lynchings, their skin turning a slightly darker tint around his fresh scars.
Alfred expected Texas to finally melt into him too, but he just scowled and propped his feet up on his own side of the Mississippi and tugged the brim of his hat down, still thinking of himself as a nation within a nation.
~*~
“What are we?” Alfred asked into Texas’s collarbone, decades later. “Are we still married? Are we exes? Husbands? Are we, I don’t know, related now? Something?”
Texas rolled his eyes, shoved America onto his back, and jacked both of them fast and filthy with a handful of slick black gold.
“Stop worryin’ about it,” he growled. “You’re my country. You’re the greatest nation on Earth and that’s all I need to know.”
“You’re a crazy, gun-toting racist,” America pointed out, between gasps and breathy moans.
“So are you, sometimes,” Texas countered. Which, okay, point, but at least Alfred was trying.
Texas, Alfred decided, was really far too well hung and too good with his cock for someone who hadn’t even had one a century ago.
Texas’s booming laugh told him he must have said that out loud.
“My pussy was younger than that when we got hitched,” Texas told him, grinning as wide as his skies. “I was a savage lil’ boy with feathers in my hair and a hankerin’ for crocodile meat before Spain took me away from France and I saw those gorgeous, ruffled skirts for the first time.”
Alfred could see him, all sun-washed gangly limbs and ground-in dirt, racing mustangs bareback through the wilderness just to feel the wind on his young, girlish face.
Alfred rutted against Texas shamelessly, arching and coming with a reverberating groan.
“So, wait,” Alfred asked, ignoring the disgusting black-and-white mess between them, finally able to think about what he’d been told. “So, if you keep up the pattern, I should get my wife back in a century or two!”
Texas chuckled and rolled him over, knocking his knees apart and pushing inside him.
“Oh yeah,” Alfred groaned, then – “I think that’ll be nice. Having a little woman around the house again to clean up and cook me deep-fried TexMex.”
Texas snorted and jabbed his prostate, making Alfred writhe happily.
“Now, don't you go bein' bitchy just 'cause everythang’s bigger in Texas.”
"Wouldn't dream of it," America replied.
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SO NOT FAIL. I challenge anyone to a good ol' shootout if anyone don't agree this is one of the best fills in the meme. Cos it is! Alfred-and-Alan and how Texas was a little boy and then a girl and every single line of dialogue....oh, and THIS image: "Alfred could see him, all sun-washed gangly limbs and ground-in dirt, racing mustangs bareback through the wilderness just to feel the wind on his young, girlish face"
No wonder Alfred wants to keep Texas as close to his eyes as much as possible.
And this? "“Stop worryin’ about it,” he growled. “You’re my country. You’re the greatest nation on Earth and that’s all I need to know.”
<33333
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At first my hetalia head-canon for Texas was so messed up, because I always saw the annexation as a wedding with bride!Texas, but everyone else sees Texas as a guy, and I can see why. When I saw this request, everything just sort of fell together.
I was a little worried about the dialogue, I'm so glad you liked it!
Those were some of my fav lines two. *grins like a maniac*
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i want this to have a movie poster so that the tagline can be 'everything is bigger in texas. except boobs.'
by which i mean WOW. i really enjoyed this - the different historical periods and the changes Texas goes through and the mutual love and the accent guh...fantastic job anon ♥
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In my head, Texas's breasts are small because by the time they first have sex, she's already starting to slide back along the sprectrum toward masculinity, but I couldn't think of a way for Alfred to notice larger breasts during their first meeting without him sounding too much like France a pervert.
OMG, anon, you have no idea how much I agonized over the accent. It's so hard to write dialect in a readable way when so much of the standard pronunciation is non-phonetic. I'm sooo happy it worked!
I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
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Seriously. The plot was rich and had the potential to be unclear- but you made it beautiful as well as easy to follow (and become engrossed by). The imagery was complex but vivid and the characterisations...
by God, anon. So many authors would stumble on it. But no- you did not. You made them really real.
Have you written any other stories on the kink meme? Or do you mind linking me to anything you've done already? I know it's meant to be anonymous, but I am INCREDIBLY impressed. Beyond that- I want to read more of your work.
I've only been in Hetalia fandom for about a month now, so I don't have outside fic for it, but here's everything else I've done in the kink meme so far (warning: I was really proud of this one, YMMV on the others)
Texas!anon is floored. This was hot and awesome and so accurately describes America's relationship with Texas. Please allow me to marry you, for also writing the Carmen Sandiego one, that blew my mind as well.
In my head, the last scene is set, like, sometime between 1890 and 1929. Maybe a little later. But it's definitely before the civil rights movement, since Texas has been male for less than a century, and he made the final switch over during the civil war. I'm pretty sure current!Texas is less of an asshole. (Though he's still a little...hmmmm...whacko.)
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-18 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)The first time America saw her, her white dressed was still stained with streaks of red from her revolution as she lay beside the riverbank surrounded by bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes.
He walked up nervously, pulling off his hat and trying desperately to remember anything England had ever told him about being a gentleman.
"Good morning, Miss Tejas," he greeted her.
She rolled into a sitting position and gazed up at him, her green eyes gleaming in her warm, tanned face. Brown hair fell in messy curls down her back, and her strong German jaw should have made her look overly masculine, but it didn't.
"Howdy," she replied, grinning. "But it's Texas, now." Her eyes narrowed and her face darkened with sudden anger, crackling there and gone as fast as a summer thunderstorm. "Only Mexico calls me Tejas."
Alfred sat on the grass beside her.
"It must be awful, having to be neighbors even after your independence," he mused. "Parents are always trying to tell you what to do, how to be. If I didn't have the Atlantic between me and England, and I'd go nuts." She nodded solemnly.
"Yeah," she agreed. "You cayan't have slaves, Tejas," she mimicked snidely. "Or, no, you have to have this capitol now, Tejas or you have to pay property taxes even though I promised you wouldn't, Tejas. Bastard." She spat on the ground, entirely unladylike. Alfred fucking loved it.
"Those extra taxes are such bullshit," he agreed. God, it was like she understood him perfectly! In the distance, a bell clanged.
Texas sighed.
"I've gotta go," she told him, regretfully. "I'm tryin' to set up my school system right now, but I'll talk to you again real soon, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure thing," Alfred agreed, watching her pin her wild hair as she walked away across her prairie.
~*~
A few years later, Alfred arrived just in time to see her father cross the canyon, grab her arm and try to drag her across the border, spouting in angry Spanish all the while. Texas jerked her arm free and punched him hard across the mouth.
"Shut up!" she shouted. "I am too independent, now get the fuck out my house!" She shoved him over the ledge into the river, panting hard, her cheeks flushing hot and red with exertion and anger. She hiked up her skirt and grabbed a revolver strapped to her leg, above her well-worn, muddy work boots, firing a warning shot into the gorge.
"And don't come back neither!" she shouted, all rough frontier defiance.
"God, you're gorgeous," America murmured, transfixed. She turned to him, smiling, simultaneously triumphant and a little shy, her hands larger and rougher than they had been before when she cupped his face for a kiss.
"You - you're very young," America pointed out, suddenly nervous.
"I'm old enough," Texas promised, her voice husky and low, before she kissed him again. Alfred stripped her dress off, his hands curling around the curves of her strong shoulders and her small breasts as she groaned and squirmed against him.
~*~
They lay sprawled and motionless, baking in the heat of her ridiculous summers, their hands still messy and sticky from bringing each other off. America nuzzled Texas's belly, pale compared to her golden limbs, inhaling the scents of grass and salt and fertile soil. He stroked his hands down her sides, enjoying the way she shivered happily under his touch.
"Texas," he began, thinking of the ring in his pants pocket (somewhere) and the elaborate plans he knew he wouldn't have the courage to go through with.
"Hm?" she inquired, deeply relaxed.
"Will you become one with me?" he asked.
She jerked upright, biting her lip.
"Yes - no - I want to - let me think about it?" she pleaded. America nodded.
She came back a few days later, with her hair cut short and a state constitution clutched tightly in her white-knuckled hand.
US/Texas, Texas is FTM (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)"I do," Alfred replied, both houses of congress ringing strongly in his voice.
"And do you, the Republic of Texas," he went on, "Accept this nation, the United States of America, as your sovereign Federacy, to love, honor, and obey, in peace and in war, with equality, freedom, and justice?"
"I do," Austin answered. Alfred's boss signed the papers with a flourish, and America swept her off her feet like a new groom should and carried her to bed.
They fumbled and gasped and died from brightness under the dark of plain linen sheets. He made her bleed that night - but she raked bloody scratches down his back before she climbed on top to ride him, so Alfred figured it was alright.
She moved into his house and they bickered over where exactly to draw borders and whether using skinning knives at the dinner table was appropriate. (It wasn't.) She started wearing boy's clothes and carrying her guns strapped across her back instead of hidden under dresses, and her congressmen hollered and harangued as naturally as if she'd always been part of him. He kissed her under the huge prairie sky and whispered his dreams of reaching the pacific, and she squeezed his hand and nibbled his neck and urged him on, confessing the very same dreams.
Even though it made her blush, he would marvel at the way her breasts were receding slowly into her beautiful chest. Her hips felt narrower in his hands, but lifting her from the waist when they danced got harder every time he tried, and he realized with shock one day that they were the exact same height. He swore that he thought she was just as beautiful as ever, licking his way along her scars - thin white lines from rodeo injuries that would fade fast enough, thicker patches of tough, shiny tissue over Goliad and Alamo.
~*~
When America paced late at night, tearing at his hair and worrying about slavery, or when he hid from the clamor of the arguments echoing through the capitol, moaning at the migraine that felt like it was splitting his head in two, or knelt on the floor and vomited blood as Kansas tore itself apart, she watched him. Her hands fluttered as if she wanted to help, but in the end she just glowered and fidgeted abashedly and tightened her grip on her horsewhip.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-18 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)“Darlin’,” she began hesitantly, her smooth tenor voice heavy with a worthless apology.
“You’re leaving me,” Alfred said bitterly, and it wasn’t a question. “You’re leaving me for him. With him.”
Texas kissed his hair, light as the breeze rifling the grass of the plains.
“Part of me – a big part of me – really wants to stay,” she whispered.
“Then stay,” Alfred told her.
She left without saying another word. The next time he saw her, it was over muskets, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Alan. They looked fierce and beautiful, and Alfred ached for both of them before he pulled the trigger.
When Alfred dragged Alan back home, both of were them blood-drenched, Alan thin with hunger, shivering and sweating with sickness, and burned all along his side, and Texas came stumbling after. Somehow, while Alfred struggled with internecine Republican fighting over the precise wording of loyalty oaths, Alan faded resentfully back into him in a flurry of voting registration laws and lynchings, their skin turning a slightly darker tint around his fresh scars.
Alfred expected Texas to finally melt into him too, but he just scowled and propped his feet up on his own side of the Mississippi and tugged the brim of his hat down, still thinking of himself as a nation within a nation.
~*~
“What are we?” Alfred asked into Texas’s collarbone, decades later. “Are we still married? Are we exes? Husbands? Are we, I don’t know, related now? Something?”
Texas rolled his eyes, shoved America onto his back, and jacked both of them fast and filthy with a handful of slick black gold.
“Stop worryin’ about it,” he growled. “You’re my country. You’re the greatest nation on Earth and that’s all I need to know.”
“You’re a crazy, gun-toting racist,” America pointed out, between gasps and breathy moans.
“So are you, sometimes,” Texas countered. Which, okay, point, but at least Alfred was trying.
Texas, Alfred decided, was really far too well hung and too good with his cock for someone who hadn’t even had one a century ago.
Texas’s booming laugh told him he must have said that out loud.
“My pussy was younger than that when we got hitched,” Texas told him, grinning as wide as his skies. “I was a savage lil’ boy with feathers in my hair and a hankerin’ for crocodile meat before Spain took me away from France and I saw those gorgeous, ruffled skirts for the first time.”
Alfred could see him, all sun-washed gangly limbs and ground-in dirt, racing mustangs bareback through the wilderness just to feel the wind on his young, girlish face.
Alfred rutted against Texas shamelessly, arching and coming with a reverberating groan.
“So, wait,” Alfred asked, ignoring the disgusting black-and-white mess between them, finally able to think about what he’d been told. “So, if you keep up the pattern, I should get my wife back in a century or two!”
Texas chuckled and rolled him over, knocking his knees apart and pushing inside him.
“Oh yeah,” Alfred groaned, then – “I think that’ll be nice. Having a little woman around the house again to clean up and cook me deep-fried TexMex.”
Texas snorted and jabbed his prostate, making Alfred writhe happily.
“Now, don't you go bein' bitchy just 'cause everythang’s bigger in Texas.”
"Wouldn't dream of it," America replied.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-18 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)No wonder Alfred wants to keep Texas as close to his eyes as much as possible.
And this? "“Stop worryin’ about it,” he growled. “You’re my country. You’re the greatest nation on Earth and that’s all I need to know.”
<33333
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 12:01 am (UTC)(link)At first my hetalia head-canon for Texas was so messed up, because I always saw the annexation as a wedding with bride!Texas, but everyone else sees Texas as a guy, and I can see why. When I saw this request, everything just sort of fell together.
I was a little worried about the dialogue, I'm so glad you liked it!
Those were some of my fav lines two. *grins like a maniac*
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-18 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)by which i mean WOW. i really enjoyed this - the different historical periods and the changes Texas goes through and the mutual love and the accent guh...fantastic job anon ♥
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)In my head, Texas's breasts are small because by the time they first have sex, she's already starting to slide back along the sprectrum toward masculinity, but I couldn't think of a way for Alfred to notice larger breasts during their first meeting without him sounding too much like
Francea pervert.OMG, anon, you have no idea how much I agonized over the accent. It's so hard to write dialect in a readable way when so much of the standard pronunciation is non-phonetic. I'm sooo happy it worked!
I'm so happy you enjoyed it!
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 12:53 am (UTC)(link)...Did I mention it was ridiculously sexy? Because, yes.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)LALALA I can't hear you~~~
(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)And I reject Himuruya's
realitycanon and substitute my own, because seriously, Texas was a country. Also, awesome.=P
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: LALALA I can't hear you~~~
(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)Elegant silver specs => tough hornrims => badass dude shades
oh, yeah
IDKWTFBBQ
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)don't even think about mentioning AlaskaThis fill is so much win anon, it deserves a keyboard smash:
sdflakghwr;tuhQLAKWRHTW4IOA5Lq#$(^AFH
Also, stalker!Russia should have appeared when America asked Texas to become one with him, y'know, just for the hell of it.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-19 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)stalker!Russia should have appeared when America asked Texas to become one with him
shut up, you. It was a proposal! It was sweet! NO STALKERS IN MY ROMANCE!
=P
love you, bb
*Roaring applause*
(Anonymous) 2009-03-20 12:09 am (UTC)(link)Seriously. The plot was rich and had the potential to be unclear- but you made it beautiful as well as easy to follow (and become engrossed by). The imagery was complex but vivid and the characterisations...
by God, anon. So many authors would stumble on it. But no- you did not. You made them really real.
Have you written any other stories on the kink meme? Or do you mind linking me to anything you've done already? I know it's meant to be anonymous, but I am INCREDIBLY impressed. Beyond that- I want to read more of your work.
Xx Anon
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-20 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)I've only been in Hetalia fandom for about a month now, so I don't have outside fic for it, but here's everything else I've done in the kink meme so far (warning: I was really proud of this one, YMMV on the others)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4514250#t4514250
Poland masturbates w/Germany’s gloves, Germany/Poland D/s
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4510666#t4510666
France/Eiffel Tower, masturbation w/toy, hate!sex, geography and architecture!kink
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4550858#t4550858
Russia/Canada: ON ICE!
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=3239626#t3239626
Poland. Potato!kink
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4568778#t4568778
Rome/Germania, fellatio & intercrural
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4637642#t4637642
S.Italy/N.Italy, twincest and comfort sex (also, rimming)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4641738#t4641738
France/UK, genderswap, seduction, Victorian repression
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4644810#t4644810
Carmen Sandiego/US
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4659146#t4659146
Prussia/Sealand – shota, tickle!kink, breathplay, dubcon, bondage
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4703178#t4703178
harrytalia pt1
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4693194#t4693194
Germania/Rome – death fic
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5151703#t5151703
America/Japan, Hiroshima and Nagasaki
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5312215#t5312215
America/Japan, Free Verse
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5329879#t5329879
Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safe word is “I love you”
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=6155479#t6155479
US/Texas, Texas is MTFTM
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=6235351#t6235351
Financial Crisis Family Fic, Arthur, Alfed, and the states.
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-20 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)You've been up to a LOT.
I will go read.
Thank you!
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-22 03:37 am (UTC)(link)author is also Texas!anon
(Anonymous) 2009-03-23 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-28 07:31 am (UTC)(link)"You're a gun-toting racist"
"So are you, sometimes."
*squirm-happy sigh* I know my state isn't all right in the head yet, but our hand to God we're doing better. It's taking time but we're getting there.
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(Anonymous) 2009-04-02 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Above is (2/3). THIS is (3/3). WTF, self. fail.
(Anonymous) 2009-04-08 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)This is another Texas!anon. I live in the more mexican part of Texas, ever heard of the city called San Antonio? Oh yeah~ ALAMO.
I loved it. All of it. You won my heart and even make me more proud to be a Texan because oh. This fic made me go: oh alot. It's so perfect.