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hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-27 12:31 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-27 12:31 pm
Past-Part Fills Part 7
| Past-Part Fills Part Seven |
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"So, I need some pointers..." (3/5?)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)"Uh." Australia studied the elaborate cushions the two of them were sitting on. What was wrong with decent chairs? Sitting like this was making his ankles hurt. "So you're saying I need to start out pretending how much I can take, and keep it like that the whole way through? Makes sense."
"Not the whole way through," India corrected him. "The body becomes sensitive -- you would feel the later blows more strongly than the early ones, if they fell on the same flesh."
"But how do I know what's hard enough at all?" Australia persisted. "I mean, I'm a tough bastard, he's not gonna believe it if I start yelping and he's not doing anything rougher than most people could take."
"Oh, I'm well aware of your ancestry," India muttered, at a volume Australia probably wasn't meant to hear.
It all went kind of downhill from there.
*
Well, this was it. It was seven in the morning, Australia was splattered with mud, he hadn't eaten since lunch the day before, and he had no idea what he was going to do if this one panned out. He straightened his shoulders, and knocked on the door.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" a voice called from inside the house.
A moment later, Hungary opened the door. She looked slightly surprised to see him there. "Australia? What are you doing here?"
"I promised my boyfriend I'd let him tie me up and beat me in a week, but I've been bitten by so many poisonous animals that I don't feel pain any more, only he doesn't know that, so I need acting lessons," Australia said immediately.
Hungary blinked and leaned against the doorjamb. "I see. And you came to me because?"
"Er..." Australia cast about for a better way of saying it, and finally came out with, "Porn mecca."
Hungary's lip twitched.
"So I figured maybe you'd know something about acting," Australia added.
"I can't say I've ever needed to..." Hungary's lip-twitch turned into a full-on grin. "A week?"
"Well, five days now," Australia admitted.
"Five days?" Hungary shook her head and grabbed his arm. "Come on in. We've got a lot of work to do --"
*
Somehow, she ended up roping Lithuania into it.
Metaphorically, not literally.
"Movement helps," the Baltic nation explained, sitting at Hungary's kitchen table. "If you keep moving just a little, all the time, then that helps hide the fact that you're not moving with any given stroke. And don't just move away -- move into the pain sometimes."
"Like if a dog grabs you," Australia mused. "Okay. What else?"
"Your breathing. Don't let it get too even or --" Lithuania's eyes flickered to something behind him. He heard Hungary stumble, and hot liquid splashed his shoulder and arm.
Australia twisted like a snake, and grabbed the teacup out of the air. Hungary steadied the teapot on the tray. Australia shrugged and put the teacup on the table, and then realised that both of them were looking at him oddly.
"You really don't feel it, do you?" Lithuania said quietly.
"Well, it's hot, but..." Australia shrugged. "No. Not really. See why I need lessons?"
*
Hungary had a very nice sofa, and was willing to let him sleep on it, but by the end of the week, Australia was glad that the acting lessons were over. He had a hard time sleeping when he couldn't sprawl out.
Additionally, the acting lessons being over meant that the event he'd been preparing for was right around the corner.
Turkey met him at the airport, a tall, solid, imposing figure in a silver mask that Australia instantly picked out of the crowd. He yelled and waved, and Turkey shouldered his way through the crowd to meet him. They crashed into each other like a couple of charging bulls, and Turkey instantly hauled him into an embrace with the strength of a buck kangaroo. Australia laughed and kissed him eagerly. "Happy Anniversary," he breathed into Turkey's mouth.
More will be up later.
Re: "So, I need some pointers..." (3/5?)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)I can't wait to see the rest!!!
Re: "So, I need some pointers..." (3/5?)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)Why have I not read this pairing before. Why has no one written this pairing before. It doesn't matter, I'm so happy you're writing it! I'm loving everything! Australia's interactions with the other nations, your sense of humor, mmmmm I can't wait to see Turkey tie Australia up!
You're getting me all excited, writer!anon! ;D
Re: "So, I need some pointers..." (3/5?)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-18 04:16 am (UTC)(link)I may now be hooked on this pairing