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Crack - the nations at a drunken karaoke party. Singing Marukaite Chikyuu.
OP Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=866424#t866424
France and Spain were, what one could call, good friends. Sure, they had their spats every once in a while, but in general they were close—close enough to fondle each other and, man, was there a lot of that inappropriate touching! But, despite such intimacy, France and Spain had never once slept together. Okay, maybe that last statement isn’t entirely true—there were those occasional bro-mantic sleepovers, but none of them ended in actual intercourse. This mutually unconsummated relationship continued for quite some time, but the pair seemed perfectly satisfied regardless of their sexual status. So, there came yet another fantastically bro-mantic sleepover.
France made his way over to Spain’s house in the chill of evening. The sun was just melting into the horizon and the sky was a deep and rich velvet red that faded into a star-studded violet. He carried his night-pack over one shoulder and a pillow in his hand. It must have been strange to see a twenty-six year old man wandering the Spanish streets like that, but then again…he was France and almost anything he did could be considered strange.
Spain received him amiably when, patting him on the back with considerable force—the Spaniard was quite strong—and kissing him on the cheeks.
“Buenas noches, mi amigo!” he cried.
“Bon soir, mon cher.”
“Well, you’re welcome to drop your bags upstairs in my room, okay!”
“Will do.”
France proceeded upstairs without another word. Spain followed closely. The talking did not resume until the duo reached Spain’s quarters. France tossed his bag onto the floor and threw himself onto the soft bed. Oh, Spain’s bed felt much nicer than his.
“It had to be the maids,” he thought. “They must be pulling the sheets too tight or something…”
He wriggled into the covers and made those most untidy folds in the bedding that would have truly bothered someone like England. But, thank God, France was in the presence of Spain and not the previously mentioned.
It only took a second before Spain, after seeing how comfortable France was, crawled into bed. The two lay beside each other in silence for a while. Yes, their sleepovers usually started in that manner. France, who was genuinely tired after long days of cooking, trading, debating, found it difficult to muster enough energy and will to remain active. Spain, on the other hand, was used to lounging most of the day and was in a state of perpetual lethargy. But the silence was always broken.
Spain, who had already begun playing with France’s button down shirt, turned to France, “You know, we’ve been friends for such a long time.”
And France, who thoroughly enjoyed the attention Spain’s hands gave him, ran his hands down the man’s unfortunately clothed chest, “Yes we have.”
“So much so that we’re comfortable doing this,” Spain’s hands slid the French nation’s shirt off his shoulders and tossed them callously to the side of the bed.
France’s experienced hands slipped under the elastic of Spain’s boxer shorts.
“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it anymore.”
A soft moan emanated from Spain’s throat as he felt those cold, foreign hands encircle his privates, “N-no. It’s not that, mi amor. But, I was…I was thinking,” a pleasured sigh, “it’s surprising that we ha-haven’t gone all the w—”
The soft lips interrupted his earnest speech—France kissed him gently and pulled away listlessly. His deep ocean eyes were steeped in sweet admiration.
“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” An entertained laugh followed.
Spain had retreated to retort, but France’s tongue had invaded only moments later. The hand that had ventured to Spain’s cock, returned to the surface and wrapped across the man’s back. France pulled him in closer and Spain, whose hands had already found their way around the other’s waist, did the same.
France and Spain were, what one could call, good friends. Sure, they had their spats every once in a while, but in general they were close—close enough to fondle each other and, man, was there a lot of that inappropriate touching! But, despite such intimacy, France and Spain had never once slept together. Okay, maybe that last statement isn’t entirely true—there were those occasional bro-mantic sleepovers, but none of them ended in actual intercourse. This mutually unconsummated relationship continued for quite some time, but the pair seemed perfectly satisfied regardless of their sexual status. So, there came yet another fantastically bro-mantic sleepover.
France made his way over to Spain’s house in the chill of evening. The sun was just melting into the horizon and the sky was a deep and rich velvet red that faded into a star-studded violet. He carried his night-pack over one shoulder and a pillow in his hand. It must have been strange to see a twenty-six year old man wandering the Spanish streets like that, but then again…he was France and almost anything he did could be considered strange.
Spain received him amiably when, patting him on the back with considerable force—the Spaniard was quite strong—and kissing him on the cheeks.
“Buenas noches, mi amigo!” he cried.
“Bon soir, mon cher.”
“Well, you’re welcome to drop your bags upstairs in my room, okay!”
“Will do.”
France proceeded upstairs without another word. Spain followed closely. The talking did not resume until the duo reached Spain’s quarters. France tossed his bag onto the floor and threw himself onto the soft bed. Oh, Spain’s bed felt much nicer than his.
“It had to be the maids,” he thought. “They must be pulling the sheets too tight or something…”
He wriggled into the covers and made those most untidy folds in the bedding that would have truly bothered someone like England. But, thank God, France was in the presence of Spain and not the previously mentioned.
It only took a second before Spain, after seeing how comfortable France was, crawled into bed. The two lay beside each other in silence for a while. Yes, their sleepovers usually started in that manner. France, who was genuinely tired after long days of cooking, trading, debating, found it difficult to muster enough energy and will to remain active. Spain, on the other hand, was used to lounging most of the day and was in a state of perpetual lethargy. But the silence was always broken.
Spain, who had already begun playing with France’s button down shirt, turned to France, “You know, we’ve been friends for such a long time.”
And France, who thoroughly enjoyed the attention Spain’s hands gave him, ran his hands down the man’s unfortunately clothed chest, “Yes we have.”
“So much so that we’re comfortable doing this,” Spain’s hands slid the French nation’s shirt off his shoulders and tossed them callously to the side of the bed.
France’s experienced hands slipped under the elastic of Spain’s boxer shorts.
“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it anymore.”
A soft moan emanated from Spain’s throat as he felt those cold, foreign hands encircle his privates, “N-no. It’s not that, mi amor. But, I was…I was thinking,” a pleasured sigh, “it’s surprising that we ha-haven’t gone all the w—”
The soft lips interrupted his earnest speech—France kissed him gently and pulled away listlessly. His deep ocean eyes were steeped in sweet admiration.
“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” An entertained laugh followed.
Spain had retreated to retort, but France’s tongue had invaded only moments later. The hand that had ventured to Spain’s cock, returned to the surface and wrapped across the man’s back. France pulled him in closer and Spain, whose hands had already found their way around the other’s waist, did the same.
They held their deep kiss for what seemed like an eternity, but Spain, in the searing depths of passion, pulled away panting.
“F-Francia—” he started, but whatever he had wanted to say was lost to the moans and incoherent Spanglish that quickly followed—France had removed Spain’s boxers and his own black slacks and undies and was already preparing the young Spaniard for imminent penetration.
France’s breathing was heavy and he, fighting to subdue his own rampant desires, let out a subtly feminine cry as Spain called his name. Dieu, how he loved it when Spain spoke in his mother tongue.
“Parles-en à moi en espagnol.” The Frenchman demanded.
And Spain, despite the slight language barrier understood clearly.
“T-Te…T—Ah! A-ah, Francia!”
His fingers clung to the sheets in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain—France had slipped an oiled finger into Spain’s surprisingly tight opening.
It took quite an effort to force the second one through even with the lubricant. France gave forced grunts as he pried the opening further apart. And the third and the fourth followed. And, as each was inserted, Spain let out even more agonized appeals to the point where he was screaming.
Tears welled at the ends of Spain’s tightly closed eyes and sweat beaded at his forehead. His face contorted and displayed what his body felt—racked with pain. And France, wanting to lessen some of the hurt he caused, kissed the nation on the lips to silence him.
The younger country gave a hesitant groan and suppressed the screams that wanted to force their way from behind his tight lips.
France smiled. Yes, he knew that the first time was always the most difficult, but it would only be a matter of minutes before pleasure returned.
“Tu es prêt?” asked France as he withdrew.
Spain nodded hesitantly and muttered something softly in his mother tongue as the older country raised his tanned legs and wrapped it about his waist. The younger nation, doing his part, tightened his legs about France to make entrance smoother. Of course, France had applied lubricant to himself earlier, so the actual passage was far easier than the preparation. And Spain’s cries, which were only moments ago tormented screams, were reduced to halting, pleasured gasps.
And France came to do what he knew best, sliding in and out of Spain with fluid, rocking motions. The friction, though dampened, was still impacting. France threw his head back in relief as he felt the blood run to his lower appendage and the pressure slowly build up to its maximum. But Spain felt something else. France’s driving movements thrust his cock into the other’s prostate. And the feeling that welled inside of Spain was so powerful that each tap, tap, tap against the organ resulted in such intense pleasure that the nation thought his heart would give.
“F-Franci-ah!” Spain began. “Don’t stop…” came his whispered finish.
France wouldn’t.
And the thrusting grew progressively stronger. Spain moved against France’s force—pushing his body into the thrusts to heighten that already overwhelming sense of pleasure that filled him. Now he seriously felt his cock harden under the strain of sex.
“F-Francia—” he started, but whatever he had wanted to say was lost to the moans and incoherent Spanglish that quickly followed—France had removed Spain’s boxers and his own black slacks and undies and was already preparing the young Spaniard for imminent penetration.
France’s breathing was heavy and he, fighting to subdue his own rampant desires, let out a subtly feminine cry as Spain called his name. Dieu, how he loved it when Spain spoke in his mother tongue.
“Parles-en à moi en espagnol.” The Frenchman demanded.
And Spain, despite the slight language barrier understood clearly.
“T-Te…T—Ah! A-ah, Francia!”
His fingers clung to the sheets in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain—France had slipped an oiled finger into Spain’s surprisingly tight opening.
It took quite an effort to force the second one through even with the lubricant. France gave forced grunts as he pried the opening further apart. And the third and the fourth followed. And, as each was inserted, Spain let out even more agonized appeals to the point where he was screaming.
Tears welled at the ends of Spain’s tightly closed eyes and sweat beaded at his forehead. His face contorted and displayed what his body felt—racked with pain. And France, wanting to lessen some of the hurt he caused, kissed the nation on the lips to silence him.
The younger country gave a hesitant groan and suppressed the screams that wanted to force their way from behind his tight lips.
France smiled. Yes, he knew that the first time was always the most difficult, but it would only be a matter of minutes before pleasure returned.
“Tu es prêt?” asked France as he withdrew.
Spain nodded hesitantly and muttered something softly in his mother tongue as the older country raised his tanned legs and wrapped it about his waist. The younger nation, doing his part, tightened his legs about France to make entrance smoother. Of course, France had applied lubricant to himself earlier, so the actual passage was far easier than the preparation. And Spain’s cries, which were only moments ago tormented screams, were reduced to halting, pleasured gasps.
And France came to do what he knew best, sliding in and out of Spain with fluid, rocking motions. The friction, though dampened, was still impacting. France threw his head back in relief as he felt the blood run to his lower appendage and the pressure slowly build up to its maximum. But Spain felt something else. France’s driving movements thrust his cock into the other’s prostate. And the feeling that welled inside of Spain was so powerful that each tap, tap, tap against the organ resulted in such intense pleasure that the nation thought his heart would give.
“F-Franci-ah!” Spain began. “Don’t stop…” came his whispered finish.
France wouldn’t.
And the thrusting grew progressively stronger. Spain moved against France’s force—pushing his body into the thrusts to heighten that already overwhelming sense of pleasure that filled him. Now he seriously felt his cock harden under the strain of sex.
Estonia/Iceland (or Iceland/Estonia, whatever; I just listed them alphabetically.) against the chain-link fence on a school rooftop.
The pairing is pretty much historical crack, in case you were wondering.
The pairing is pretty much historical crack, in case you were wondering.
Fem!US goes shopping and makes England carry her stuff while he goes on about Europe not being a fucking department store. Bonus points if there's bitchy Gucci salesperson!Romano. Or North Italy. Or France. Or something. Please?
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=19138520#t19138520
A Nation getting off on their country.
Err, that needs elaboration. Being by themselves without the distractions of humans or other Nations in an uninhabited, wild, natural area of their land gives them such a feeling of bliss and contentment that it eventually leads to orgasm. Not necessarily 'Wow that's a sexy tree', though I wouldn't put it past France or Greece... but just the feeling of belonging in their country.
I might even self-fill this, it's intruiging me, but I'd love to see other interpretations on this. England, North Italy/the Italy brothers or Canada preferred but anyone would be great!
Err, that needs elaboration. Being by themselves without the distractions of humans or other Nations in an uninhabited, wild, natural area of their land gives them such a feeling of bliss and contentment that it eventually leads to orgasm. Not necessarily 'Wow that's a sexy tree', though I wouldn't put it past France or Greece... but just the feeling of belonging in their country.
I might even self-fill this, it's intruiging me, but I'd love to see other interpretations on this. England, North Italy/the Italy brothers or Canada preferred but anyone would be great!
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11496202#t11496202
Is there Roman Empire/young!England around?
If not, Anon would like to see Granpa Rome introduce England to some of his cultural practices. It can be anything.
If not, Anon would like to see Granpa Rome introduce England to some of his cultural practices. It can be anything.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11595018#t11595018
Okay, time for a good ol' crack pairing:
Italy's curl gets stuck in Sealand's bubblegum. Sealand tries to remove it, and yo know the drill!
Shota, Italy tops.
DO IT ANON!!!
Italy's curl gets stuck in Sealand's bubblegum. Sealand tries to remove it, and yo know the drill!
Shota, Italy tops.
DO IT ANON!!!
in episode 12 when england was dragged into the abyss with desperate france
what did france do to make england eventually sign the marriage form?
op anon says to have fun with this
[has this been done?]
what did france do to make england eventually sign the marriage form?
op anon says to have fun with this
[has this been done?]
Anon wants to see the Allies, frustrated with the incredibly tiring UST between England and America during meetings, playing matchmakers. And failing spectacularly.
Bonus points for France's schemes being totally over-the-top, England catching on to them and quietly playing right into it voluntarily, and Russia being the one whose plan eventually works. ♥ Some Russia/China would also be appreciated, but isn't necessary.
Bonus points for France's schemes being totally over-the-top, England catching on to them and quietly playing right into it voluntarily, and Russia being the one whose plan eventually works. ♥ Some Russia/China would also be appreciated, but isn't necessary.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=11181506#t11181506
The first meeting between any nation and their new boss.
It explains itself. This anon would like to see a new President/Prime Minister meet their nation-tan, being introduced by the former boss. Crack/Humor is a given.
Bonus: America, Obama, and Bush.
Bonus to the bonus: England is there (for whatever reason author!non would like), and somewhere along the way,Obamasomeone says, "Is it just me, or are you two having some serious... er... sexual tension?"
If this has been done, please link me?
It explains itself. This anon would like to see a new President/Prime Minister meet their nation-tan, being introduced by the former boss. Crack/Humor is a given.
Bonus: America, Obama, and Bush.
Bonus to the bonus: England is there (for whatever reason author!non would like), and somewhere along the way,
If this has been done, please link me?
Take your pick: any combo of US/UK/France/Canada or Lithuania/Poland
Getting turned on by someone's native accent. Also, feel free to add in any other verbal kinks (language kink, dirty talk, etc)
Getting turned on by someone's native accent. Also, feel free to add in any other verbal kinks (language kink, dirty talk, etc)
This anon would like to see gyaru!Japan with Poland. Gyaruo!Japan is fine, too. Or Poland could be a girl. I don't really care. I'd like a fic with valley-girls in it.
England/France and/or Canada/America (the order DOES count, so I will word this prompt as A/B to avoid confusion):
Partner A gets sick and tired of Partner B's can't-keep-my-hands-off-of-you attitude and general horniness and demand that B keeps their hands to themselves for a single day. B accepts after some debate, because he wants to keep A happy. The two go on a date, and then B proceeds to seduce A right out of their pants.
The kink?
They don't even realize they're turning their partner on. B must be legitimately trying to honor A's request and thus completely oblivious to the effect they're having on their partner. This leads to A epically topping the hell out of B. (please keep it consentual, though.)
B1: The couple goes for ice cream, and France or America proceed tofellate suck the melting vanilla ice cream from out of the bottom of a waffle cone.
B2: France or America's reaction is initially something akin to "aksjdfadjk;faBWUUUUUH?!" when England or Canada jumps them.
B3: Teasing and/or snarking each other in the afterglow.
I have faith in you, Anon.
Partner A gets sick and tired of Partner B's can't-keep-my-hands-off-of-you attitude and general horniness and demand that B keeps their hands to themselves for a single day. B accepts after some debate, because he wants to keep A happy. The two go on a date, and then B proceeds to seduce A right out of their pants.
The kink?
They don't even realize they're turning their partner on. B must be legitimately trying to honor A's request and thus completely oblivious to the effect they're having on their partner. This leads to A epically topping the hell out of B. (please keep it consentual, though.)
B1: The couple goes for ice cream, and France or America proceed to
B2: France or America's reaction is initially something akin to "aksjdfadjk;faBWUUUUUH?!" when England or Canada jumps them.
B3: Teasing and/or snarking each other in the afterglow.
I have faith in you, Anon.
Oh. My. God. YES!
Seconded so hard anon! FFFFFF
Seconded so hard anon! FFFFFF
Feliciano goes out in the middle of the day, much to Ludwig's irritation; but when it's getting dark and Feliciano is nowhere to be seen, Ludwig's irritation is turning into anxiety, to become a mild panic attack complete with absurd visions of Italy being captured by the Allies, killed by a rock falling from clear sky, kidnapped by aliens or something equally plausible around midnight. Definitely not because Ludwig cares or anything, thank you very much So when Feliciano comes back in quite a good mood, Ludwig can't really contain his relief and joy. C: Sappy anon is sappy. Thank you in advance, anon!
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11504138#t11504138
america makes a movie, staring himself as the superhero
super heroes, super villians, huge guns *cough*, car chace, anythinything else needed for a super special awesome movie
bonus: UK is the damsel in distress
super heroes, super villians, huge guns *cough*, car chace, anythinything else needed for a super special awesome movie
bonus: UK is the damsel in distress
England/teen!America (at age of consent, please), spanking
This anon would like to see China being a doting father-figure to little Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Japan.
<3 Asian family fluff ftw.
<3 Asian family fluff ftw.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11418890#t11418890
Hehe~ Okay here's a challenge for all you anon's out there.
FrancexUKxUSxRussiaxChina.
In that order.
Now here are some bonuses:
Yandere!America. (Come on, you have to admit, it's hot)
Pirate!England. (Now that doesn't mean he IS a pirate, just the way he acts is pirate-y. Or to make it simpler, make him act like he's the fucking British Empire)
Orgasm denial. (I don't care who does it, but I want some begging.)
Gun play. (Come on, you can't have the Cold War pairing without some gunplay. It just isn't done.)
FrancexUKxUSxRussiaxChina.
In that order.
Now here are some bonuses:
Yandere!America. (Come on, you have to admit, it's hot)
Pirate!England. (Now that doesn't mean he IS a pirate, just the way he acts is pirate-y. Or to make it simpler, make him act like he's the fucking British Empire)
Orgasm denial. (I don't care who does it, but I want some begging.)
Gun play. (Come on, you can't have the Cold War pairing without some gunplay. It just isn't done.)
I'm sorry if this has already been requested (I'm a kink meme virgin here) but I would love to see Cowboy!America seducing dear Ivan, oh kind anons.
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/72958.html?thread=427030782#cmt427030782
Or Poland/Lithuania. Either's fine.
Poland sees Lithuania's scars before/while doing it. Liet's doesn't want Poland to see, but he pays special attention to them, like kissing them, whatever.
This anon will love you forever <3
Poland sees Lithuania's scars before/while doing it. Liet's doesn't want Poland to see, but he pays special attention to them, like kissing them, whatever.
This anon will love you forever <3
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/78319.html?thread=488761583#cmt488761583
America creating a fully functional voodoo doll of England and doing naughty things to it. What exactly America does to the doll is up to the writer-anon.
Bonus: If England is in public when America starts "playing" with the England-doll.
Bonus 2: If England is not in public but can't move due to America strapping the doll down.
Bonus: If England is in public when America starts "playing" with the England-doll.
Bonus 2: If England is not in public but can't move due to America strapping the doll down.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=67965780#t67965780
russia gets a chance to show england what a grudge really is! no rape, please D:
bonus: another country walks in on them
bonus: another country walks in on them
Well, it seems to me that some interpretations of him are like this, and there's evidence to support it, so I want a fic about this, please.
It doesn't have to be smut, but if you want, use any pairing you prefer.
It doesn't have to be smut, but if you want, use any pairing you prefer.
As a high functioning aspie myself, can you describe how you think he is one? I never picked up anything like that in the slightest.
Than again, Alfred and I's personalities are soooo far apart, and Aspies are all very different, so I dunno. I'm just wondering why you think he is one.
Than again, Alfred and I's personalities are soooo far apart, and Aspies are all very different, so I dunno. I'm just wondering why you think he is one.
So, we know Alfred in Hetalia can be silly and optimistic, but he's also a very litigious nation. I want Alfred speaking lawyerese. Don't care of he's bringing lawsuits against other nations, or getting some nation turned on by his lawyer side or whatever.
Lawyerese!Alfred please.
Lawyerese!Alfred please.
France/England/America love triangle, possibly from France's point of view. It can be from anyone else's point of view as well.
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