HETALIA KINK MEME PART 4

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(frozen comment) Part IV

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(frozen comment) Germany as Sealand's POW

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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8221634#t8221634

(frozen comment) Part I

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(frozen comment) Germany/Sweden - (no kink specified)

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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8342722#t8342722

(frozen comment) Part II

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(frozen comment) vamp!Canada/England [artfill]

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(frozen comment) Part III

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(frozen comment) Japan/Chibitalia

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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5344471#t5344471

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Germany/Italy- Italy on drugs

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Prussia/Romano: Romano becomes hypnotized and believes he is Prussia's sex slave.

Natural Medicine, Part 1/??

[(Anonymous)]

_{Hey, here's what I've got so far! I'll have to get working on the rest of it tomorrow, since it's about 3 AM now XD Hope you enjoy the crackaliciousness :D! Also this is un-beta'd, so I apologize for any spelling/grammar issues should you come across any.}

Hungary found her husband sitting in the garden, on a stone bench right between the rose bush and the carrots. He was staring quite intently at the ground, almost as if he were expecting it to jump out at him at any moment. Wordlessly, she sat down next to him and grazed her fingers on the petals of a large, red rose, tracing it delicately. He looked up at her then, entranced by the softness of her motions. She smiled.

"You had another visit from Gilbert today, didn't you?" her smile jumped to a scowl briefly as she spoke his name, the distaste in her voice only barely evident.

Roderich nodded, a deep frown setting on his face. "You wouldn't have been able to stop him, Elizabeta. Trust me." He shook his head, his hair falling free around his temples. "It's better if you just...worry about yourself."

She seemed to consider this for a moment, her bottom lip captured lightly between her teeth. "Well, if I don't worry about you," she said resolutely "Then who will be there to worry for me? Besides. I came out here because I have a plan."

The look in her eyes was nothing short of mischievous; it was the same look that had made Austria fall for her in the first place.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Are you sure this will work?" Roderich whispered. He looked at this stick in his hand incredulously. "Plus, this seems just wrong to bring someone else into this."

"Of course it will work. Hungarian tomatoes can do anything. We even use them in skin lotion." Elizabeta whispered back. "And besides, poor Antonio could use a break. And look at Ludwig!"

"What about him?"

"Well, if Romano is anything like his brother, and if Ludwig is anything like his brother..." She gave him a big smile. "We can assume that the results will be similar at least."

Austria nodded. "I hope you're right." He paused, hearing movement on the other side of the bush behind which he was hiding. He felt a tug on the string, followed by an even harder tug as the person on the other side tried to claim the bait. Austria tugged back on the string, dragging it a little closer. After several moments, the bait finally made it home: to a clearing in the woods right over the Prussian border, where a basket full of ripe, hand-picked Hungarian tomatoes awaited.

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Typically, Romano thought to himself, it is not becoming of a good Italian man to follow anything that is being led along by a mysterious string behind an even more mysterious moving bush; but when that string is holding the most luscious, tempting, red tomato to ever grace one's presence, certain concessions must be made. One thing was certain: although a good Italian man should not fall for such trickery, he should also not waste good food.

And, oh, the reward was so sweet. Spain's tomatoes, though they were good, were nowhere near as savory and aromatic as the ones he found at the end of his red-colored rainbow. Something about them was downright romantic, from their plump, firm skin to their vibrant color. The moment their juices hit his tongue it was paradise. The flesh was crisp but soft, the seeds wrapped in a gelatin of sweet sourness that kindled his tongue, setting his whole mind on fire. Everything seemed so warm, so absolutely perfect that nothing could deter him: Not even the arrival of a very smug looking white haired man.

"Romano, isn't it? What are you doing here? Come to surrender yourself to me? Huh?!" Prussia stuck out his chest, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at the other man.

The Italian man stopped his feasting, dropping the tomato he had been devouring to the ground. He stared, eyes glazed over, right into the eyes of the man addressing him. His very red, very round eyes.

"S...Sir! I..." Romano dropped to his knees before the man, bowing deep on the ground. "I am here to..." He paused, almost as if her were unsure of his words. "To please you, sir."

Prussia/Hungary

[(Anonymous)]

Hungary puts viagra in Prussia's beer as a joke with sexy consequences.

B: Prussia being all leery and licking his lips at her before sexing occurs.

The Not So Awesome Sexual Frustration Of Gilbo [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

:)
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She’d called him out of the blue, said she wanted to catch up on old times. And when she promised him the finest beer that Hungary had to offer and a bed to crash in for the night he didn’t once become suspicious of her motives. What were a few drinks and crashing out over at their place between old friends? He’d done it hundreds of times when she was living with Austria.

When he burst through her front door with a cry of ‘Honey, I’m home!’ he hadn’t grown suspicious of the sickly sweet smile on her face. Nor when she’d told him to go and make himself comfortable in her living room while she fetched the beers.

And when she’d sauntered into the living room carrying two pitchers of frothing love over to the couch witch he’d splayed himself out on with one leg stretched forward and the other flung over the back he’d completely missed the way she eyed his exposed crotch. What he did notice however, when she’d leaned forward to hand him his drink, was that she had a dangerous amount of cleavage on show.

As she’d settled herself down on the same couch next to him, laying down at the opposite end so that her own legs tucked neatly down Gilbert’s side he’d quipped something about her not being able to stay away from him, that time he caught the devious twinkle in her green eyes.

And when Gilbert laughed and pushed her with his outstretched leg that was resting comfortably next to one of her breasts, which jiggled entrancingly at the jolt, he laughed and took the first swig of his beer.


Somewhere through the pitchers they’d finished near the same time, not that either of them were drunk, Elizabeta could handle her drink just as well as Gilbert when she tried. So when they’d both placed their pitchers on the floor next to the couch he didn’t miss the way he enjoyed feeling her bare legs move against his own, or the way that her breasts threatened to spill out of her top when she leaned over. He caught himself licking his lips at the thought and shifted his position to calm his rapidly increasing dirty thoughts.

As she’d raised herself back up he noticed the way that the sleeve of her dress had fallen down, showing just too much of that slim neck and shoulder he didn’t think to try and stop the surging heat pooling in his stomach. And when she’d decide to instigate a foot fight which resulted in Gilbert’s foot sliding up her own he could only grin stupidly at how close he was to her centre.


When he’d said something that insulted her and she crossed her arms under her chest he shuddered at the way her breasts heaved in annoyance and felt as if he could see every single goose bump covering her creamy skin.

God! His pants had never been tighter, and at that moment he didn’t really care either. His face was flushed; he didn’t need a mirror to know that, he could feel the heat rising off of his body himself. But with every swish of hair and heave of bosom he couldn’t help but grin stupidly at his ‘prize’ which was alternating between his dear friend’s crotch and breasts.

Still, when he grabbed his own at crotch to investigate the seriousness of his situation he’d just made it worse. All but panting he watched the way she moved and bent, as if she was doing this to him on purpose.

When she moved just that bit too suddenly and her breast did fall out he’d felt his tongue dart out and wet his lips when he saw a hard and dusky nipple. Prussia stared and didn’t care that she could tell, but dear Fritz this hardness in his pants was begging to be seen to!

And not by him, he need her hands. Those small, delicately soft hands that would struggle to wrap around his length and stroke him just that bit too roughly because the warrior in both of them demanded it.

He’d started panting, if the heave of his chest was anything to go by, as his imagination ran wild. And, because by now this was her 3rd pitcher, she hadn’t really noticed her left breast was there for the whole world to see. And as he watched her spill just a drop of her alcohol on her chest, which travelled down to that same nipple he’d been practically snarling at, he shuddered as he watched her shiver and harden under its coolness.

What did he do, run over a cat?

[(Anonymous)]

Japan/Greece

Japan manages to deeply hurt Greece's feelings/offend him somehow and now Japan tries to apologise with sexy results.

Miscommunication 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

A/N:

My ideas are not original so I would like to credit this pretty piece of fiction for giving me an important idea:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4814587/1/Words


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Kiku felt it. He felt how Heracles had been acting indifferently towards him these days yet he did not act and decided things as it was. Kiku was not an expressive person but he was definitely not insensitive, he knew there was something wrong but he could not tell what. He looked back and tried to remember when it all begun.

--
“Ai...Aishiteru” Heracles said looking directly into Kiku’s eyes.

Kiku’s eyes widened for a fracton of a second and then he smiled softly.

“Quit joking Heracles-san*. I think what you meant to say was ‘suki’ which means ‘I like you’,” Kiku gently replied.

He restrained himself from blushing because he didn’t want to expect anything. He didn’t want to cling to his fantasies. He didn’t want to hurt himself in the end...He didn’t know how much pain he caused upon Heracles though, and even if he did, he probably would have tossed the thought away long ago thinking it was his imagination.

--

It was after that situation when Heracles started distancing himself from the Japanese man. Kiku laughed and quickly brushed the thought away. He shook his head. It was absurd. Heracles couldn’t have been serious when he told him that. He probably misused the word. After all, Heracles was not a native speaker of Japanese.

But deep within him he hoped Heracles was serious; of course he won’t admit it, even to himself.

--

Days, weeks and months went by and Heracles had continued his apathetic attitude towards Kiku. Kiku’s whole lack in human communication problem is not helping either. The distance within them physically and emotionally was starting to bother him. He never felt so alone in ages. Of course the other nations are there around him but nobody could fill in the gap that was created when Heracles had started to build an invisible wall between them. Heracles was always there with him when nobody else seems to care. Heracles saw the small details about him that the other nations did not. Heracles was always there to keep him company and is the only one who could truly understand the depths of his mind and soul. He always believed that Heracles was the only one who would stand at his side at all times even without him needing to utter a single word.

But then a relation with the lack of communication is fated to fall.

[(Anonymous)]

US/UK

Alfred as a hikkikomori.

Hypochondria (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Author anon apologizes for lack of sex. The fanfic came to life and went in an entirely different direction.

Hypochondria

Alfred was hiding. Nothing was going his way, in fact, his life felt like it was going down the tubes and he couldn't take it anymore. On top of it all, he had a perpetual cold that only seemed to worsen with the days that dragged on. So he was hiding. From the world. Under his comforter, emblazoned with Superman logos. So warm and safe.

Even though he left all the lights off in the house, people still stopped by to check in on him; why, Kiku had been by earlier that day, and with one look at Alfred, he nodded and said, "It's alright, I understand." The smile on his face was very wistful and pitying but also kind of disgusted. Alfred felt a grumble of discomfort inside at the very thought. Oh. Wait. That wasn't from Kiku-- that was hunger. The thought of a mouth-watering cheeseburger and french fries entered his mind. He could even hear a frothy coca-cola, and feel the bubbles tingle his lips. So hungry. SO HUNGRY.

He dragged himself into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator... empty, save for a jar of dill pickles and a half-empty bottle of ketchup. And a three-month old box of scones Arthur had baked him (for some reason...) and he had chosen, for his own safety, not to eat. Still, that was all there was, and it wasn't like he'd never eaten those scones before... He grabbed one, gave it a squeeze-- it felt like a lumpy, crusty baseball. He liked baseball, but eating them, not so much. All the same, he took a bite, chewed and swallowed, and immediately regretted it. While he was certain Arthur had told him many times that scones never went bad, these scones had passed their due date. Mold was eating away the insides. Terror and disgust filled his gut in place of his initial hunger (which, for the most part, actually remained.) What would happen? He wondered briefly if he would die.

[(Anonymous)]

Russia/China- Russia gets China really drunk, resulting in sloppy drunk!sex. The more awkward the better.

M O O N 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

This anon apologizes for the lack of funny and the overload of sap.

**

“There is a story,” began China, looking very small beside the taller, broader man whose pale coloring made him look like a sizeable lump of moonlight with a very grotty scarf.

“There is always a story,” said Russia genially.

“Well, there won’t be one if I don’t get to tell it,” snapped China irritably.

Russia showed his penitence by filling China’s (girly little) cup high with vodka.

China accepted the apology by downing the drink with surprising ease for such a short, slender person. But then again, he had been underestimated for so long and that had been unwise. Russia reminded himself of this, and continued to smile.

The scent of good liquor and the sound of low, confiding voices filled a small space of the large and beautiful night. The breezes were gentle and fragrant, leaping and laughing about the two drinking partners while the stars sparked like fragments of burnt song in the sky.

This is the story that China told:

Once upon a golden age of poetry, there was a man called Li Bai. He could have been a scholar, if he had not been a drunkard first and a poet second. He had many adventures – none of them too pleasant, all of them a little sordid. He had once asked the lead eunuch to take his boots off in front of the emperor, had been exiled for slander and participated in a failed rebellion. None of these events are connected and Li Bai – so they said – had been drunk the whole while.

He died, eventually.

Some said suicide. Some said cirrhosis of the liver (whatever, China said, that is). Some said mercury poisoning. And yet more said he had dove into the water in order to embrace the moon. (Drunk, said China, off his head, obviously)

This is the story again, how China actually told it:

“Y’think sonnets’re hard work? Do Russians write sonnets? Do they? Dunno nomore. ANYways, dis Li Bai, s’bloody genius. Wrote good. REAL good, yanno. Bruddy stupid otherwise though. REAL stupid, yanno – poets. Wanted th’moon. Died f’r it. Aru, aru, etc.”

This might or might not have something to do with the fact that Russia had been consistently filling up their cups and China had been consistently emptying them. It seemed to him that the night was alive with the sound of Ivan’s steady breathing, the rustle of his clothes as he fidgeted on the grass, the low, uneven tapping of his fingers against the surface of the table; the night was alight with the glint in the Russian’s eyes; the world was on fire with the taste of maotai and vodka on his lips and the feel of his large, warm hands cupping China’s face.

“Do you want to know the secret of Li Bai’s poetry?” said China with surprising clarity for someone who was drunk and being taken advantage of by the Russian. “’I am drunk. I am lonely. Help me.’ That’s it.”

“I like your story,” Russia told China simply, as their noses bumped.

[(Anonymous)]

Sweden and Finland, hot and dirty dancing after one too many drinks at a nation get-together.

[(Anonymous)]

Japan/Korea. yandere!Japan taking advantage of Korea (you already know how), having the best of intentions in mind for him. Make it dark, mad, raw and sexy.

Bonus points if Korea reluctantly likes the constant raunchy abuse (Stockholm Syndrome anyone).

Ass burgers

[(Anonymous)]

Prussia/Austria, onesided
Prussia with Asperger's crushing on Austria in his own special way

S.Italy/N./italy~

[(Anonymous)]

South Italy tops!

One day N.italy comes home late from a date with Germany, S.Italy gets mad!

Kink: Hard sex,Pain, North italy crying.

A-Anon is horible....D:

Dark Inside [1/3]

[(Anonymous)]

Hope OP is happy…

–––

He had snapped.

As simply as that, he had snapped; the moment his brother entered the hall of their house, smiling and closing the door shut behind his back, he moved, slamming him against the wall, hair shadowing his eyes.

“Romano?” his brother used his Nation name, making him bit his lower lip in distaste. In this occasion, he didn’t want to be considered just that. He wasn’t just a Nation.

And yet, his name, uttered so softly from those lips, made the buzzing in his ears so much stronger, made his blood boil…

“You’re late” he growled, unconsciously shifting his tone to a darker, threatening one. The one he only used when dealing with his mafia. The one that wasn’t born him, but that slithered inside him, housing in there, and that lifted its head every now and then. “You were out late… with him. Again”.

Feliciano, completely unaware of the dangerous mood, smiled contentedly at him. “Sì! Ludwig took me out for pasta~”

Lovino felt the buzzing roar in his ears, almost dizzying him, as his brother, his beloved brother, using Germany’s name. “You went out with him…” he repeated, slowly “on the day of our birthday”.

Whilst Lovino had never liked his brother hanging out with the Potato Bastard, as he’d dubbed him, at least he knew he was still the first in his brother’s thoughts. They were family. Feliciano himself had fought for this, forcing him to agree, winning him over… they were important, they were family, they were whole when together… But now… now, Feliciano had preferred someone else to him on their birthday.

“Ah… I’m sorry, did you want me to spend it at home?” Feliciano was looking genuinely perplexed as he blinked. “I thought you went to brother Spain’s house? Had I known, I would have remained with you…”

Lovino gritted his teeth. “No” he growled. “I… wanted to spend the day with you”. He was furious.

For the whole day, he had waited for his brother to come home, to come to him, like in the past, when he had taken his presence for granted, but Feliciano had only returned late at night, almost at midnight.

It wasn’t fair.

He loved his brother. He had loved him ever since their unification, ever since Feliciano had shown him what it meant to care for his family. Grudgingly, slowly, Lovino had started to care, but unable to convey his emotions, he had grown jealous of everyone who dared to get close to his brother, because after all Feliciano had done to bring them together, he expected him to want to stay so.

But Feliciano kept getting close to others. Of those, Romano was jealous.

Especially of Germany. Because his brother clearly cared for him. It was so clear, so painful…

“Ah, Romano, scusami tanto!” Feliciano made to hug his brother close, but Lovino didn’t allow him to, slapping his hands away and kept him against the wall. “Ro… Romano? What…”

This situation had to end.

Feliciano couldn’t keep on going wherever he wanted with that Germany –Feliciano was his!

The younger brother finally noticed the look in his older sibling’s eyes, and shivered; it was the look that he only got when dealing with the darker, more dangerous side of his part of the nation. Lovino wasn’t this violent usually… but when in this mood, when in this mood…

He didn’t like it. It made him afraid of his own brother. Lovino wasn’t really this… it was more like this side took over. It made him dangerous. It made him scary. Different.

“Romano…” why was he this angry? After all Romano didn’t really like him much, he was always complaining and… why would he be sad if they spent their birthday away from each other? Why would…

Slowly, one of Lovino’s hands lifted upwards, reaching Feliciano’s curl, brushing his fingers around it, eliciting a shudder from his brother, and a stifled gasp.

“Ahn…” coherency left Feliciano’s mind as blood rushed both upwards to his cheeks and down south. “Ro–Romano, you–”

Lovino did not answer, simply taking a hold of the curl and pulling on it, at the same time moving his other hand down, to brush against Feliciano’s growing bulge. His brother gasped and tried to scoot away, eyes wide, but the wall behind him had him trapped.

Canada/Ukraine

[(Anonymous)]

Canada/Ukraine;

Canada learns Ukrainian to impress Ukraine. Country or human names. Fluff perfered but not mandatory.

Bonus; Cockblocking Russia

Re: Canada/Ukraine

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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=12187658#t12187658

Prussia/Canada

[(Anonymous)]

Kink is kidnapping. Could anon make it cracky but mostly hot, please? Bonus: Canada's hands are tied up at some point. Bonus to the bonus: Could he also be kind of snarky? ♥

Strange thoughts [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

writer!anon apologizes as this is not likely what Anon wanted

"You are a moron, you realize that right?" Matt said for the fifteenth time while sitting and looking at Gilbert with amusement, despite his situation. True when Matt had first been knocked out he'd been afraid that something terrible was going to happen to him, he was after all in the middle of fighting the Axis Powers along side his brothers, but when roused from unconsciousness he was somewhat surprised to see who his captor was. He was even more surprised to find out what his captor's version of torture was. "And...I don't mean to seem rude Mister Gilbert but I if you're trying to get information out of me you're going about it the wrong way. Shouldn't torture...hurt or be frighting?"

"Shut up, I know what I'm doing!" Gilbert growled absolutely frustrated at the fact that all his intimation tactics and general torture methods had been useless on the smart ass Canadian. Worse yet Matt was now mocking him and looking bored! Bored! He didn't even have the decency to act scared! "I'll get what I need out of you...using this!" and he pulled a feather out of his usual bag of tricks. It always got his brother, who was the most stoic guy he knew, broken down into tears and pleas to stop. It would definitely work on the Canadian!

"Oh no not a feather, anything but a feather." Matt said and it the words might have made Gil happy except that the younger nation said them in an absolute monotone voice.

"I'll have you know I've made grown men squeal when I torture them!" Gilbert shouted indignantly.

"I have something to say before you continue," Matt said, his voice a little less mocking, "may I?" he asked politely waiting.

"Uh..." This kid was seriously throwing him through a loop, how was he not totally afraid and still polite when under the threat of torture, "you going to reveal the allies' plans? Ha! I knew you'd break under pressure!!" Gilbert whooped in triumph, naturally coming to his own conclusions.

"No but I will tell you a secret," Matt said voice still calm and polite, "you know I am Alfred's brother, correct?" he gave a small pause and upon seeing the Prussian's confused nod continued, "Well me and my brother were rather rough with each other as kids, not the same kind of rough as you European nations mind. Anyways, my brother and I would have things like hitting contests to see who would cry first. A favorite past time of Al's was to try to make me laugh when he 'tickled' me. Now it wasn't the normal kind of tickle, it was tickling until you almost died of asphyxiation. Because of our 'games' I learnt all sorts of neat things like how to turn off my nerves, or ignore them even when stimulated."

"What does this have...oh..." Gilbert sat in a huff, no wonder all of the tortures he'd used on the other had all failed. "Well shit! What the hell is the point of a prisoner who can't feel if I torture them?!"

[(Anonymous)]

UK/US with UK getting US drunk for the purpose of being able to top epically; bonus for US wearing a cock ring

Croatoan [continuation from Part III]

[(Anonymous)]

Since there are fifteen posts left on Part III, and I don't want to collapse commenting any more than I have, I've decided to finish the fill for this over here. I hope that's all right with you, mods.

The original prompt and previous parts are here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=6574551#t6574551.

A-and so that this post isn't entirely a waste, I did a quick sketch of the concept art I had for Alfred as Caliban (http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/Evanflaed/).

Re: Croatoan [48]

[(Anonymous)]

“Follow the path, and you’ll find me. I’ll see you in three days.”

And before Arthur can say another word, those great wings flap and close around their master. Magic swirls around Yue, so bright and powerful that Arthur winces and lifts a hand; when he lowers it, he’s gone, and the path is clear.

Arthur stares at where the creature once stood. He feels numb. His heart thrums through his body.

Three days.

In three days, I am going to die.

Arthur gets out three weak chuckles before something hits the back of his head and makes him yelp. He feels knuckles and realizes it must have been Kiku’s fist.

“OW! What the bloody hell were you thinking –”

“What were you thinking, Arthur!?” Kiku’s panting, face red with anger and eyes narrowed. “I told you not to do that! I told you not to take this challenge, and now…now you’re going…” Kiku bows his head, hides his eyes behind black bangs. “I’m going to lose you. Like I lost Heracles. I…why must I lose everyone I….”

Arthur opens his mouth, but he realizes Kiku’s right. He rushed into this, accepted a challenge without thinking things through. He let his body get the best of him. If he falls, Kiku might very well pay that price.

He shifts his gaze to Ariel. For some reason, he’s not surprised to see the sprite not fretting or worrying, but looking at him with a solemn, serious gaze.

“What are you going to do, Master Kirkland?”

Arthur closes his mouth and bows his head. He has an obligation to fill now. He accepted the challenge, and if he doesn’t go through with it, this world holds dire consequences for him.

Something echoes up from his memory, the part that’s particularly good at holding dreams.

Everything will be all right.

“I’m going to go meet Yue.”

Kiku’s head jerks up; Arthur thinks he sees tears hidden in those eyes. “You’re going to throw your life away?”

“No.” Arthur turns to the path and starts walking. “I’m going because I have an obligation. And because…I think that everything is going to be okay.”

“…Okay.” Kiku’s voice is a complete deadpan.

Arthur stops and glances over his shoulder at Kiku and Ariel. “Trust me,” he says, and gives them a small smile.

Kiku hesitates before swearing under his breath and stomping past Arthur into the woods. Ariel flits past as well, but slow enough that Arthur can see the smile on that small face.
___

They walk some of the way in silence; Kiku refuses to look at Arthur, and Arthur doesn’t look at Kiku, still ashamed at what he said earlier. He doesn’t think he’s been forgiven yet, so he doesn’t press.

But when Kiku takes a step and lifts his head in alarm, Arthur stops and has to quirk an eyebrow at him. “Kiku?”

“Don’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?” Arthur stops, listens, and smells. But the air feels and sounds normal to him. “Everything seems fine to me.”

“You can’t feel how heavy the air’s gotten?” Kiku takes another step forward. “And the trees. There’s something in them. Something - there! right there!” His head darts around, still focused on the trees.

Arthur does hear something rustle, and he looks up as well. He sees nothing except green foliage. “Kiku, I don’t think there’s anything up there,” Arthur says. Something rustles behind him; he ignores it.

“Arthur, I did see something!”

“I’m not saying I doubt you, Kiku, it’s just that I don’t think it is what you think it is.”

He opens his mouth to say more, but something wraps around his neck from behind and squeezes. Arthur feels his eyes bug out, hears himself give a pathetic gurgle as his hands come up to claw at his own throat.

“Don’t move, Arthur!”

His vision’s blackening, but Arthur hears an arrow whisper from a bow. The reaction is immediate; the thing releases him, and he drops to the ground, gasping, taking in breath after breath of fresh air.

“What – what the – gah – bloody hell was that?!” he asks, lifting his head to look at Kiku and Ariel. He wonders why they look so confused.

“Can’t you see it?” Kiku asks.

[(Anonymous)]

So anon has read fics where a nationtan temporarily falls sway to and behaves like a member of one of their counterculture movements, with often hilarious results. So, anon would love to see this with Russia and his hippy movement.

[(Anonymous)]

Prussia and Germany just being retarded brothers together. Please?

Reminiscing [1/1]

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"Y'shee." He paused for a moment, frowning slightly. "Y'shee. Th'thin's, 'e jus' won' go 'way." Prussia nodded, or at least moved his head slightly, and then downed another shot.

"No matt' what he puts m' frough, what I put 'im t'rough, neith' us go 'way. I pre'tec' him, he make me food." Germany gulped the last of his beer. "I don' 'now why, not like I like pasta that mush, bu' it wha' he makesh."

"Like, I mish the old days, when, when, when if you didn't like shomeon', you damn well shmashed thei' face in. No, no, now, don' like shomeone, gotta be thei' beshtestesht friend, get goody-goody wif 'em, then wait for shomeone elsh to shmash thei' fash in 'fore you grab th' loo'." Prussia accompanied his drunken ramble with a finger, poking it randomly into the air to accentuate special points.

"I mish th' goodoldaysh too, Prushuh... Good ol' Prush, alwaysh there, jus' like, Felicicicianio. Felischi. Bof ya', good ol' frien's. We're alwaysh here, y'know. Bof of us. Together, Prush. No matter wha'. No matter what, what wall built t'day. Prush. Youan'me. Nev' min' who we ar'. No matter what. Alwaysh shtay frien's." Germany cut Prussia off before Prussia started rambling about how he was going to smash everyone's face in, 'cuz he was just that awesome, see how awesome he was? Both of the brothers were drunk, hugely drunk, Germany realized vaugely.
"C'mon. Le's go home 'n talk abit. 'Bout old times. Good ol' times. All th' times." He hauled his brother up, threw his money on the table, and staggered home with his brother's arm over his shoulder, both of them slurring about whatever crossed their minds, content with the world as it was.

_{Typing drunk speech affected anon's typing. And anon apologizes if her drunk speech is bad, she's never seen anyone drunk. xD;;; This was fun to write and I hope anon likes it. :D}

[(Anonymous)]

um not positive if I’m doing it right but…

US/UK: hot phone sex. Preferably with UK doing the teasing over the phone, and including at least one fingering. Bonus points if they have sex the next day.

….god I feel so lame right now.>///<

Surprised I haven't seen this yet

[(Anonymous)]

I love GerIta and LietPol just as much as the next fan, but I would love to see some Poland/Italy in that order

For those who may have not read the strips, Poland and Italy (and liet in the BG) were best friends during the Chibitalia times (and still are. Check their anthems!) I would love to see anything with these two.

It can be plain fluff or very sexy/sensual.

Other things you can add if you want:

- can genderswap Italy if this is too broad
- can throw in a Liet for a nice threesome/ just in the background like always lol

[(Anonymous)]

Hong Kong/Taiwan; idc how anon does it, but I really would like some smut between these two. (Maybe Taiwan's first time and not Hong Kong's~?)

...Bonuses if Japan is either watching somewhere, or he stumbles upon them by accident.

orz.

[(Anonymous)]

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11440906#t11440906

Russia/England Hands

[(Anonymous)]

I don’t think I have seen this one so far.

Russia and England, preferably in that order with a size kink. Focus on hands please.

[(Anonymous)]

Russia/America- Through England's point of view.