hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

He and the nation in the black uniform tumbled to the ground. The US of A had the mystery nation pinned face-down, so America couldn’t see who it was. Al heard several curses erupt from the other in German-he wondered for a second if the nation was Germany, but the hair was far too pale, nearly white. America noticed a small gold and black iron cross on the uniform jacket. He’s really pale, wears an iron cross, screams German curses…do I know anybody like that?

The nation under him elbowed Al in the stomach, hard. For some reason, it really hurt-a lot more than a simple hit to the stomach should. America felt very disoriented for a moment, just enough for the other nation to gain leverage and shove him off violently.

Staring straight into bright red eyes, America finally recognized the other nation. Prussia. That kinda made sense-he was Germany’s brother, wasn’t he? Prussia ignored Al and ran right part him. Alfred jumped up and shoved Prussia back into the bushes, eliciting more curses from the white-haired nation. Behind him, America heard England cry out in pain-he snapped around to see Arthur crawling on the ground and trying to grab hold of a tree. Alfred let out a squeak of heroic, manly surprise. He heard Prussia laughing-but he’d deal with the Prussian later.

England pulled himself up with the help of a tree. America was about to greet him, but then the nation lunged and grabbed him.

Arthur glared hard at him, and snarled. “You’ll pay for this, foul kraut!” ”-What-” “REVERTERE!”

Green light flooded Alfred’s vision and the smell of ozone flooded his nose.

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Matthew shot up. He sat in the darkness for several moments, trying to figure out why he awoke so suddenly. Something didn’t feel right in Montreal, and he felt a vague sense of unease. He briefly wondered if it had something to do with Germany-somehow, he felt it was connected to the war brewing over in Europe.

Canada rubbed his eyes. He’d call Alfred in the morning and find out if anything interesting happened. Maybe he’d talk to England, too. Even if the man couldn’t be bothered to remember his name.

Morning. He’d talk to them tomorrow. Matthew lay back down on the bed and pulled the covers over his head.
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The grayish blur faded from England’s eyes. As the dirt, the trees, and the nation infront of him came into focus, Arthur felt his throat constrict. For a minute, he believed himself to be having a flashback to a time he sorely missed-sitting across from him was little Alfred, looking roughly about eight human years old. Horror (and a guarded sort of hopefulness) gripped his heart as he realized things had gone very, very wrong.

“Alfred! I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean for…“ England instinctively reached out to hug the boy, to try and reassure him somehow.

The sudden movement seemed to startle the younger nation. The eight year old Alfred swatted Arthur’s hands away.

“GO AWAY!” The boy jumped away from him.

England’s heart sank when he saw the terror in little America’s eyes. He heard rustling in the bushes. He didn’t feel the blow to his head from behind, but as his eyes glazed over and sleep began to envelop him, England realized that was what happened. The back of his head felt warm and wet.

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The boy-Alfred was his name, if that man was to be believed-felt uneasy around the older blond man. The man acted as if he knew Alfred, but the boy could swear he had never met the older man even once in his life. He turned away and started to run, but then he heard the other man’s body slump to the floor.

“Hey, kid.”

Alfred bolted.

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_{Notes: Twin telepathy? Sure, why not. It sets up some stuff I’m planning later. There were some Americans (and two Canadian women, since it’s relevant) on the SS Athenia, so I imagine America would have had a slight reaction as well, though certainly not as much as England.}

Well crap. D: Poor scared Alfie! And poor probably-gonna-be-"interrogated" Arthur. DDD:

(Woot for twin telepathy!)

Thanks for the feedback.
I have a serious problem with being too stubborn(and/or too embarrassed) to ask for help with languages. (I once got marked down on a French performance song that I taught myself because they said my accent was so terrible that it didn't even resemble the language)I will try to swallow my pride with my next fic that requires a foreign language. :D

I'm amazingly excited for this fill! The characterizations were spot-on, and Texas was just so incredibly hot in his jealousy XD

This is most definitely going on my "stalking list"

My soul for more of this. Russia, you creepy, juvenile, pitiably crazy bastard! America, you stupid, juvenile, pitiably deluded fool!

LOL Everyone is creeped out by the burger aren't they? XD
And about the script it'll be explain by your's truely in the near future :)

I'm happy you're ~~creeped out~~ liking this!

Ha! I'm betting Japan NOW remembers that side of America during the War! XDD

I'm really enjoying this author!anon! I'm just imagining Al with a southern accent when I read this (but that's just me :D)

Its a shame that its almost near to the end though. You should describe more of the movie ~~just so this fill won't be finished yet! MWAHAHA!~~

Haha, I can't wait for the next update! The nations' reactions, I can only wonder how'll they respond XD

This looks SO promising!!! XD *bookmarks and preparing to camp*

I also wonder if Arthur won't remember anything and Alfred would take a form of human to... 'seduce' him XD
Will Arthur appear to be a child, though? I kinda suspecting a time gap, but anything would be awesome, author!anon!!

I think I heard a quote somewhere that Alfred's action reminds me of. It goes somewhere along the line of "The most terrifying form of Evil is Justice." or something like that. It makes you think about what justice really mean... XD

"or do I have to give you a good kick to the chest again?”
lolXD love the FIFA ref XD Netherlands, really? XD

*headdesk* You'd think that since I'm in Spanish 3, I would have learned something by now. But then again, that's what I get for trying to translate English directly to Spanish and using Google Translate.

I'll get my Spanish teacher to help me with some the sentences...

Wow, you update so fast! :D Glad to hear that you will explain how they get along again soon. For now, it seems that it's going very much the way I wanted and more. I can't wait to see America's reaction and how they plan to separate Spain and England. Keep up the good work, Authoranon! ^^

not op LOVED THIS so so so much. Spain/Prussia is one of her otps and this totally HOT fill is just what she needed. And I can't wait for the art fill too *q* I hope you will writw/draw more of them in the future, this was flaming sexy.

Thank you <333

I don't know where you are taking this to, but I will take any angst I can take and love any ending you will write. Please continue the awesomeness, author!anon!!!
*writing on her diary to check this fill everyday*
Yes, I mean it, author!anon, I will check and re-read it everyday, with update or without. Be prepared for some stalking :P

Gut feeling says the blue-eyed blonde lil angel is Matthew. I dunno.

Oh, no, Arthur, don't give up. Alfred loves you, really, but you two have huge communication issues in any aus...

I love the fill, and the regular updates. Thank you very much, writer!anon! :)

It's slow and plotless. OTL

And damn you word limit.

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Lords and Ladies

Chapter One, Continued

Feliciano looked at the keys. He would have to try all of them to see which one was for the nobles' rooms. He walked down an empty hallway.

He stood in front of a door. He picked a key and tried to turn it in the keyhole. It did not turn. Surely, one of the keys had to work. He twisted the door knob just to be sure.

The door pushed open for him.

"Ve?" Maybe nobles had a sort of special key just for them. No one could have left their room unlocked. Could they?

Feliciano did not put that much thought into it. He just needed the clothes.

He stepped into the room and raided the closet. He put on the waist coat and a double-breasted coat over it. Feliciano knew noblemen wore frocks or frills around their necks but he did not know how to put them on. He would have to ask someone to do it for him.

Feliciano made his way out and closed the door. He used the same key to try and lock the door. It did not work. Feliciano made his way to the ballroom, scratching his head.

*

Louise pulled the stay away from her chest and breathed. When she returned back to her home she was going to burn the stay in the fireplace. Gilbert had always suggested burning things she did not like. Worst of all, the stay pushed her breasts up. If there was something that she was self-conscious of....

"Louise!"

Louise pretended to fix her hair in the mirror.

Elizaveta stepped into her room.

"You look so pretty tonight," she said. "Are you ready to go?"

Louise frowned. Maybe she was pretty, but she paled in comparison to Elizaveta.

"Yes, I am."

Elizaveta led Louise outside and down to the ballroom. As they got closer, Louise could hear the piano. She recognized the song was one of Roderich's pieces.

"I hope you're not nervous about courtship."

"I'm fine, my lady," Louise was going for show. She knew it was blasphemous for a woman to openly show that her desires were different from general society. Louise would only pretend to have an interest in finding a husband that would take away her inheritance. Gilbert had raised her with the expectation that she would rule in her own right. She would not have that taken away.

Elizaveta took Louise's hand and led her to the entrance of the ballroom.

They stood at the top of a flight of stairs.

"Introducing Countess Elizaveta von Edelstein and Duchess Louise von Beilschmidt."

The court applauded them. Well, this was embarrassing. The women descended down the stairs.

Louise tried to take a deep breath. The stay stopped her from inhaling fully. And it was making her sweaty.

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Feliciano entered the ballroom just when the applauding stopped. He went straight to the food table. He helped himself to a plate full of fruit. And strawberries. He loved those!

"Hors d'œuvre, my lord?"

Feliciano whirled around to see a servant holding a plate of food.

The serving man looked as startled as he did. This was Feliciano's chance to convince someone that he was apart of court.

Feliciano wiped a smear of blueberry off his lips and put the finger in his mouth.

"Mm! Can you help me with my frill?"

Feliciano took the frill out of his pocket.

The servant nodded and tied it around Feliciano's neck.

"Thank you!" Feliciano picked up a hors d'oeuvre from the food table and walked off. The servant stared after Feliciano.

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"The tall one," Elizaveta pointed to him.

Louise saw Ivan, the big man, among his group.

"He's a Russian baron and played a part in defeating Napoleon."

Louise only noticed Ivan's scarf. Why would anyone wear that in the summer?

"You should go to him."

Louise shook her head.

"If not him, who?"

Louise would have preferred a man far below her station and education that he could not threaten her. But what was the likelihood that Roderich invited those bachelors?

"Well, can you introduce us?"

Elizaveta lead the way.

"Lord Ivan, I believe that you've never met my cousin Louise."

Louise tilted her head up to look up at the Russian that was staring down at her, smiling. She found it rather disturbing.

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Men's fashion with pictures: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1795%E2%80%931820_in_fashion#Men.27s_fashion

omg anon, I loved this. ♥ ♥ ♥

This is sexy, anon~ France is perfect here~

Though, did you forget to put it in the fills? I don't remember seeing it there and only caught this because I was making a comment on a thread on this page.

Thanks for the link, I'll go check it out :)

Thanks so much for the review! (and yes, Prussia is about twelve years old in his mind. It makes sense-- he's only been a sovereign state for about a hundred years by now.)

Portugal-- I wrote a fill that alluded to him (her, in that case), but as the parenthetical comment indicates, I actually like to write her as a girl (we don't have enough girls in Europe, and besides...) Would it ruin it for you if there were a chick in your Treaty of Paris foursome?

um. just curious, have you ever read the artemis fowl series? :D

other than that, great job. <3 totally looking foward to more of this!

Woo! Wet panties and boners! Sounds like a fun night to me ;)

I actually was going for France there. Like, they've kissed, just not as allies. But it actually seems more poignant if they haven't been kissing at all (Norman Conquest: I see Normandy as an OC, since s/he has so much Viking in him/her: What do you think?) If I deanon for this, I'll change that line, I think.

I suppose we'll just have to wait and see about England, won't we? xD

Response to other post (thought I'd just do them both here ^^):

What about you? Would Treaty of Paris hotness be ruined by inclusion of girl!Portugal?

Sweden and England: I KNOW RIGHT. Seriously guys.

Given this new info, when do you consider the current England, France, Spain, appeared?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ME THIS QUESTION. I'm super interested in this; I tend to think that a nation-tan develops when the people start to think of themselves as a nation. Thus, Palestine has a personification, even though it's not officially a country right now, but the EU doesn't, even though it's an official entity (although, I'm not the one in Europe, you tell me). So, my current thought is that France appears as a chibi around the time when Louis the Pious splits Charlemagne's kingdom into East, Middle, and West Francia (France being West Francia, of course)-- then he starts to resemble the France we know now during the Capetians (under the Carolingians, people were still thinking of the area as a single entity [Frankish Kingdom OC FTW!], or a whole bunch of smaller provinces, is my thought).

Spain, I haven't thought about yet; England is more complicated, since he goes from Britannia to the Heptarchy (not a single entity), and then straight into the Norman Conquest. I'm not sure when his people's national awareness really started coming to be (although I would like him to be around during the Norman Conquest-- maybe appearing as the smaller kingdoms like Kent and Northumbria start to disappear-- so that he and France can have You Bitch You Conquered Me angst later.

Btw: Do you want to be my ~~wife~~ history beta? I would super appreciate it!

“Yes, yes, we all know where your interests lie,” said England, voice strained. Russia kissed his way down his throat, and then bit, hard, right above his trachea. England gave a strangled yell, and said, “That'll bruise, you cretin!”

Russia looked up at him, and smiled happily. “Yes, it will bruise very nicely.” England nearly shivered, aches forgotten. Prussia's hand slipped towards his waistband.

Big fingers grabbed the same spot, and twisted. England closed his eyes, breathing harder than he wanted to be. How could Russia know, about his-- penchant-- for this? He couldn't have been talking to France. Could he?

No matter how hard it made him, he wasn't just going to take it. He grabbed a handful of the other man's hair, and held as head still while he bit him back. Russia made a high, breathy noise, and Prussia let out a heartfelt “Fuck.”

“And this doesn't bother you?” asked England, hand still in Russia's hair. Prussia shrugged, not looking away from the white-purple teethmarks in Russia's throat.

“He had it coming. Besides, it's not as girly as that freaky fag shit you were doing before.” England let it go.

Russia made little needy noises, and tilted his head back, already hard as hell against England's front. England wondered if, after all the messed up sex they'd had over the years, they didn't all have a little bit of a weakness for this. He thought of France again, and groaned. When he bit again, dragging his fingernails down the other man's neck, it wasn't Russia's gasp he was hearing.

He heard Prussia stand, and braced himself for the derisive, mood-shattering dig. It didn't come. Instead, the man moved behind him, and moved his hair out of the way, biting the back of his neck-- also hard enough to bruise, England noted with displeasure, but the thought was near the back of his mind. Russia was bit his collarbone, and England choked back a moan. Then Prussia's hands were under his shirt, fingernails cruel against his chest, and Russia's teeth were in his neck, and God, he was going to have a lot of explaining to do when he met his boss the next day.

“See?” said Russia, happily, centimeters from England's skin. “It's much nicer together.”

Prussia, a catch in his voice, said “Shut up, fuckface.”

Russia smiled at England. “Prussia is being very rude. Don't you think Prussia is being rude?”

England opened his eyes, blearily. “What?”

“Prussia. Rude. Shall we bite him?”

England blinked. Prussia was backing away. “Oh no, no, no. This isn't my party. He's the one we're supposed to be messing up. If you want to let him mark you all up, that's your call, but stay the fuck away from--”

Russia pushed him down face first on England's bed, following him down, and purred “Shut up, slut.” England shook himself, the whiplash catching him again. Would the man ever choose a role and stick with it?

Wait. Was that a keen from Prussia? Oh, he was never going to let him live this down.

Aww, Was almost near in tears when i read the last paragraph. Poor Alfred, seeing his caretaker killed and now all alone, promising to find him. ;_;

I really can't wait to read the next chapters.

Anon Notes: I always wanted to try to write a France/Spain so I really hope the OP likes. I'm trying my best, thank you!!

A Tomato Whose Name I Don’t Know Yet
Chapter One

A long time ago, a nation named itself the country of love.

It happened long before there were the cute brothers of Italy to own, or the Americas to teach how to become fully grown. It happened before there were voyages across the seas, or even Britain to tease.

It happened even before there were many other countries to love, or gods above; when the world was old and the people in it had very little knowledge beyond what they saw, tasted and felt. Before all that –

There was France.

“You’re looking a bit wistful, aren’t you?”

“Ah,” France looked away from the window of his house to rest his blue eyes on his most current boss. It was important for a nation to pay attention to what the president wanted, no matter what the point in time. Otherwise, it would be far too easy for a country to get stuck.

The president sat behind his lavish desk and was paused in the signing of a huge stack of papers. “It’s, well…” He stopped himself short and ducked his head with a slight frown as he concentrated on his papers once more. “Pardon.”

France cocked an eyebrow at the behaviour. “What is it?” He asked, setting his glass of deep red wine down on the finely carved wood of the desk. Sensing his boss’ unrest, he grinned, mouth curving into his usual genial expression. “You cannot hide much from your country, no?”

He poked his boss’ cheek in a cute fashion and the man scowled then, a slight blush overcame his middle-aged cheek.

“And you cannot hide when you are feeling amorous, can you?” The boss sighed in retaliation.

France grinned even harder, his eyes squinting shut. “I would never want to hide my love! Love is the feeling that pours. If I kept it bottled up, why— I’d be wet all the time.” He paused, and then his grin became lecherous.

The boss of France pushed back his chair at that. His country waved was waving his hands in glee, tiny hearts that fluttered around his head trying to dodge him.

The man looked out the large window behind the desk, the same his country had been using just a moment ago. The same window his country had been staring out of since before his presidency. He didn’t know for how long; it could have been years, decades, or even centuries.

The house of France had hundreds of windows, none of them more special than the last. Except for that one on the side which backed onto North Italy’s house. France could sometimes get a great peepshow in if he was lucky. And France definitely knew how to get lucky.

France joined his boss by the sill, sipping his wine idly and chattering about how many roses he needed cut from the bushes for that day. The boss watched and then sighed, returning to his papers. He shook his head with a bored sort of look but an amused smile was fighting to spring free when his country began to hum a bit off-key.

“You will have to tell me one day— that object out there that you love so much.” The president began signing again.

France spared his boss one last glance before he scanned the scenery, searching for something a mere human couldn’t see.

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Con't in Chapter 1b

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