hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

Ivan was very good at finding and exploiting information. He had built his empire on it. And here, practically thrown in his lap, was a golden opportunity to discover what this North American nation's measure truly was.

He raised his cup and murmured over the near boiling liquid inside of it, "Perhaps Alfred might let us take care of that?"

He was unsurprised to see Arthur stiffen, then glare at him. For all a Dominant might be possessive of their Sub, a Sub was equally possessive of their Dom. Alfred's eyes went cold, the look of an irritated Dom banked within them. So funny these two, so frustrating. Anyone could read their body language as they both unconscionably shifted. Arthur behind Alfred, who leaned forward slightly - one seeking protection, the other giving it. Such unconscious communication normally took decades of physical intimacy to develop. And here these two simply had it without realizing what they were doing!

Fah. Ivan was suddenly sick of this. These two, they had no idea of what they had, and what they could have so easily. Something that Ivan had once had, but had no more and never would have again. He pushed again, wanting to see these two do something, anything. "Or does the thought of Arthur beneath you not please you comrade? Or would Alfred prefer it the other way around?"

Dumbstruck silence greeted his question. "I could bind you both, play with you till you begged to become one with Russia? Arthur would enjoy that again, I think."

Alfred's icy glare went stormy with barely contained fury. The other nation looked as if he'd finally gotten through his head what he wanted. Now to make sure something actually happened.

"Alfred could watch, yes, watch, as I spread you and test you," he spoke to Arthur. "Can you take all that you could years ago, I wonder? I would like very much to hear you beg again."

If it had been any other time, Arthur might have taken him on the offer. He would’ve wound up in Ivan's bed trying to forget Alfred’s warmth and cheer. He'd try to forget his passion and love for the boy under Ivan's hands and teeth. He'd scream and plead and beg and Ivan would be glad that he was the one this Rose came to, if only as a substitute. He'd use Arthur, take everything that was offered until the other lay exhausted in his bed.

But it wasn't any other moment.

It was this one.

And Ivan finally had the satisfaction of watching Alfred become something more then just an annoying Superpower.

In one perfect, flawless movement, Alfred had punched him, snatched Arthur and was out the door of the pub. Arthur, Ivan noted, was not protesting as he was forcibly removed from the pub.

Perhaps he decided, as he touched his broken nose, perhaps he should go visit his far shores and try to remember what could have been had he not been so blind.**

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*There is a small town in Alaska who is planning on being 100% powered by renewable, green energy in the next 5 years. Wind and Water power baby!

*Ivan, why are you so bipolar (ahaha Polar). So headcannon for this bit. Ivan is the way Ivan is (scary) because he HAD someone/nation and lost them due to his own fault. They ceased to be when absorbed into the Russian nation, when their people and their land ceased to be theirs and became Russian. Ivan didn't do this maliciously, he did it because he loved them so much, he wanted to keep them safe forever and ever. He just didn't realize this would happen.
He wants Alfred because Alfred reminds him of his lost Sub's warmth and cheer. Arthur's lack of boundaries when it comes to sex equally reminds him of his lost love. He won't get seriously involved with anyone for fear he might destroy them too; he already knows he's capable of killing the one person who means the most to him - his collared sub. It's like he's got a hole inside of him that can't ever be fixed and all the other nations know this. It creeps them out that he could do that and still be the slightest bit sane, so they avoid him.

Hmm, well there are so-called "sport corsets" that allow a little more movement, in the same vein as a sports bra, though I don't think it makes a very big improvement. Russia's probably going to have to do most of the work.

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Pretty good guess, captcha, but not quite right.

I was just thinking about this story the other day! It's nice seeing America from Virginia's eyes. As always, this story fills me with bliss and heart ache. [sends enabling waves to you]

I was a little nervous going into this, because sex + politics is tricky enough without the added dynamics you have here, but I'm so glad I took the chance. ♥

My absolute favourite thing about this is that you're not conflating submission with weakness - that while Arthur's a sub he's not an UKe, that he still has the same amount of respect and sense of self-as-powerful that the other personifications have. So, so much love for that.

+1 anon who'd be interested in your world-building. :)

... So have I told you today how much I love this fill? :D I kind of feel about this world how Alfred feels about Arthur's rants. XD

I'm still going to be picturing Ivan-Alfred-Arthur for a very long time, but goddamn does Ivan make an excellent catalyst! <3 And his observations about Alfred and Arthur's relationship and body language were an awesome inclusion; an outsider's perspective on that should help set up whatever happens next perfectly because we can already see how well they'd work together, if they'd just let themselves. ~~And his perspective on and interpretation of their body language strangely hot. Nonverbal communication and trust, even unconscious, are SO VERY HOT.~~ (Although you meant "unconsciously shifted" instead of "unconscionably shifted," I assume? ... I now very much want to know what the latter would mean, though! ;D)

And thank you for having respect for and understanding of the D/s dynamic! <3<3<3 I guess respect and understanding overlap greatly in this kind of situation, yeah?

... I can't heart this fic or your writing enough. <3 What is this madness, seriously? Good, solid plotting, awesome characterization, real understanding of the kink, and good writing? Are you like six authors in one or something? :D

Seriously, though, I've never said this before, because I've never been sure before: this is my favorite fic on this meme. Bar none, including the very few good D/s fills by the couple of Hetalia D/s authors we all know and love. I'll be sad when this ends, honestly, but I have no doubt I'll enjoy rereading it over and over. (And being such a pervert, I can't believe I said that when there hasn't even been any smut yet!)

I knew that staying till 2am reading this would be completely worthy, I can wait for more anon!

Oh, your Ivan is perfect! I loved his little game with Arthur and Alfred, provoking them till one of them did something, in this case, Alfred. He knows more about them than themselves, so he knew what he would cause.

I love you for writing out such a wonderful story with my favorite pairing.

This is really great so far! I can't wait for more!

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_{this update stabbed my heart. OH GOD ALFRED HOW COULD YOU.}

OP agrees - I knew I had a blood kink, but had no idea I have a consensual!violence kink. *noms* *loves on*

Arthur had seen many novels and in his mind kidnapping had always been a hectic sort of crime.
Screaming victims, swearing criminals and stressing music in the background.
Arthur didn't feel like screaming, he felt more grumpy and annoyed. His kidnapper, who hadn't introduced himself yet, was sitting and whistling to some upbeat tone on the radio. The gun was nowhere in sight. But just because he couldn't see it didn't mean that it wasn't real.
Arthur started to feel uncomfortable now. What was really going to happen to him. He carefully moved his hand towards his coat pocket.

”Hey!”

Arthur jumped. His kidnapper sounded awfully cheerful for being a criminal. Was he some sort of sexual deviant who was going to fulfill his hidden and horrible desires with him.
Was that the reason why he was so happy?

”You are Arthur Kirkland aren't you?”

”Ye, yes.” he stammered out and straitened his back.

"I was starting to get a bit worried there.” He laughed a full throat laughter. Arthur didn't get what was supposed to be so funny. The man looked over at him with a bright smile all over himself. It reminded Arthur of those occasional sunny days that were much more common in novels.“Hey I want you to work for me, no objections.”

Arthur was speechless.

At first he had imagined all kinds of things in his head. Maybe this man had just grabbed him by chance and wanted him to clean his house, or do even worse things to him. But he had recognized his name, so he must have looked for him specificity. Arthur waited for a moment, the man didn't give any further explanations or ask any other questions. Arthur decided to himself that this man must be beyond rude.

“Hey! You can't just pull me of the street and expect me to work for you!? Who the hell are you anyway?”

The man gave him a surprised glance and then turned around and reached out his hand.

“Alfred F Jones. The most awesome scientist you'll ever meet.”

“Idiot look at the road while you're driving!”

”Oh.” Alfred seemed to relaxed about almost driving up on the pavement. ”So Arthur what are you good at?”

”Wouldn't you already know?” He muttered and crossed his arms.

Alfred laughed.

”I guess you're right. Don't worry the car is safe just talk ahead.” Then the scientist seemed more interested in some touchscreens by the steering wheel. Arthur didn't really know what to say to this man. But he couldn't help but to feel a shiver run down his spine this man was a scientist? He could only hope that he was lying or completely misunderstood the concept.

He was pretty much opposite of what Arthur had imagined as a scientist.

Scientist were government employees that created what he and other puny mortals could only hope to manipulate. They were the ones who were responsible for creating Teckz and they were the ones who held all the source code for all programs used, they had pretty much shaped the world.
How can someone be a scientist and not be a government employee.
This Alfred must be really rich or mad. Most likely a combination of both.

A minute later Alfred stopped the car outside a large square building covered in glass. It looked like any sort of middle class skyscraper and actually reminded Arthur about his real life plans.
Alfred drove into the underground garage that, instead of being cramped by other cars, was completely empty save for two cars identical to the one he was sitting in.

Alfred parked the car and jumped out enthusiastic and proceeded to almost drag Arthur out from the backseat.

“This is going to be great, let me show you your office.”

“Wait! Hold it!” Arthur yanked his arm back and exited the car by himself. “I didn't sign up for this. I never promised you I'd work for you, you you haven't even told me what you want me to do?!”

Arthur looked at his surroundings. The garage was dimly lit and didn't offer any obvious ways to escape. Arthur had to give up this fight for now. Alfred was obviously up to something unauthorized but it didn't seem like he was going to kill him or have his wicked ways with him.

“Oh come on it'll be fun.” Alfred lounged one arm over Arthurs shoulder, who the shorter man was quick to push away. Alfred pouted. “You just don't get it do you. Oh well you're funnier then I imagined so I guess it's even.”

Arthur followed Alfred through the garage over to an elevator. The “scientist” talked non-stop about all kinds of things. Mostly nonsense and Arthur quickly lost interest.
He was still kidnapped, so much was certain. Even if his kidnapper didn't seem to be interested in any money or his life that didn't change the fact that he was brought here against his will and he didn't know when or if he was going to leave this place.

“Hey Arthur are you listening?”
Alfred was grinning like something really good had happened. Arthur didn't bother to give him any reaction beyond a raised eyebrow.

The elevator stopped at what Arthur guessed was at least the fifteenth floor.

“This is your office!” Alfred exclaimed and gestured towards a surprisingly normal office with a normal view over the normal city.

Sure it was a bit flashier then what Arthur had imagined his working place to be like, but still, fairly normal.

“You work between nine to three, all other time is free time.”

“Hey you wait a moment!” Arthur snapped out of his daze. “What the hell do you expect me to work with if I decide to do this?”

Alfred looked a bit uncomfortable, almost embarrassed, before he pointed at Arthurs work desk.

“Start with sorting them, please.”

Before Arthur had any time to protest Alfred had hurried back to the elevator and left him alone with what looked like several piles of unsorted paper and a just as equally messy computer desktop.

If he wanted a bloody secretary why didn't he just look for one the normal way.

Arthur didn't really know what else to do. The elevator needed some sort of code to work so he was stuck in the office until Alfred returned. To his luck Alfred had at least left some peppermint cola in a mini fridge so he wasn't going to starve completely.

Most of the papers were unpaid bills and contracts. He found digital copies of everything in the computer. There were some private letters as well. Arthur took the liberty to read them since they were opened. Some unknown higher ups that seemed to be interested in meeting him and wondering what he was up to.
So Alfred was speaking the truth when he said he was a scientist of some sort, apparently famous in the high ups circles as well. And he was in an obvious need of management skills.
The table was a mess and Arthur could easily image that Alfred threw away important documents just because he couldn't figure out what keeping would do. He was the type who wouldn't have survived two generations ago.

Arthur understood the necessity of the printed word, it wasn't so easily removed, changed or ignored.
Apparently there was this Mr Braginski who really enjoyed to send Alfred written letters, handwritten letters. Arthur appreciated the old fashioned way many times but there weren't any digital copies, yet the letters were of professional character.

Daayum!anon from above here.

While I mildly object to you using my darling title just like that, I shall nevertheless stalk this fill from here to eternity, since I'm loaded with schoolwork and can't find time to write, and this already looks so obscenely hot <3

Then again maybe I shouldn't read this ;_; I still like my own idea so much that I want to write it (slowly but surely, I tell you!) and I don't want to end up stealing ideas. Damn, the choices we have to make in this life...

After sorting through the papers and sorted most of the folders on the computer it had already turned dark outside. He had to find Alfred and tell him that he was leaving for the day since he was not going to live here.
Besides if he really took the work they had to discuss his wage to and Alfred needed to see these papers from this Braginski person, Arthur couldn't help but to feel unnerved by them.

After some searching he found a file that red ”elevator codes” Arthur hesitated for a moment. There was only one four digit code in the file but he guessed he couldn't loose anything for trying, what was the worst that could happen?
Truthfully Arthur could imagine several horrible things that could happen besides getting stuck in an elevator for who knows how long.

But he couldn't stay here. Besides he hadn't given Alfred any promises so he walked over to the elevator and entered the code in the keypad besides the elevator. The doors opened and Arthur stepped in. ”Next stop Lab.” red a female computer voice. Well that seemed promising.
The next second Arthur felt something in his head spin as the elevator headed downwards, at least twenty levels. He had almost started to feel nauseous when it stopped. He enjoyed the technology that the government provided him and the rest of the middle class, but this elevator was clearly Alfreds own construction.

The underground lab was covered in an eerie blue light. Everywhere Arthur heard sounds from computers and machines. Everything was constantly running.
The walls hadn't left a space that wasn't covered with a tube, screen or machine components. But there was no Alfred in sight.
He walked around the lab for a while. He didn't really dare to touch anything, who knew what those things contained, he had no idea what Alfred was really up to. Those files and letters hadn't said much beyond the fact that he was a scientist, famous and rich.

After walking around for a while and realizing that this lab was large enough to easily get lost in he stumbled across something that he thought he would never see.

He's mad! I expected such but he's really fucking mad! Who else would keep a human body in a tank!

The tank, which stretched from floor to roof did indeed contain a human body. Arthur guessed it must be a dead human body since it was floating in the middle of some sort of liquid without any kind of air support. He guessed there might be some sort of thin threads for air support, but still, a human body in a tank in an underground lab. No matter how you looked at it it didn't seem like something the government had approved off.
The body was male and Arthur guessed he was in his middle twenties. Thin and slick features and a mop of black hair on his head.

”You like him?” Arthur jumped when he heard Alfreds cheerful voice from behind.

”Wha, hey, you, uhum.” Arthur cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts before he spoke again. ”Explain that.” He pointed at the naked man in the tank. ”I'm not partaking in any human experiments!” Arthur snapped at him.

Alfred just grinned.

”Relax don't worry.” He knocked the tank with the back of his hand. ”You see this guy isn't human. So no worries.”

Arthur blinked and looked surprised as the truth slowly started to settled in his brain. He'd heard rumors about it, only joking such.

”His name is Kiku Honda.” Alfred looked proud. ”he's an artificial human, I guess you could call it a cyborg.”

Do not worry, Raivis!Anon, you are still as amazing as ever.
This is OP, I apologize for errors that may occur, but I am hijacking my friend's laptop to write this, because mine is broken.

She thinks I'm writing a mail to the repair services.

THIS is as hot as- as- as a very hot thing. The surface of the sun, maybe. I LOVE how England is all 'Have to stay angry, can't - OMG there there yes yes- where was I...have to stay angry-'
....Or something like that.

I also, heartily approve of Russia's growing possessiveness and obsession, because- damn, that is so sexy and possessive!Russia is such a big kink of mine.

I like the pose you put them in. Whenever I picture them like that, Russia on his knees and England in the chair, I...have to sit down for a bit.

Also, like I said in the header, don't be sorry. It wasn't even a delay, and we all have problems or duties that may keep us from this wonderful place. I trust you to finish this beautifully!

Once again, thanks for filling this, my dear!

My gods, so much gorgeousness all crammed in this one fill! I'm truly amazed by your ability to build a universe and suck people in while doing so. Flawless characterization, umf. I swear in-character!England bottoming (which technically hasn't even happened yet) has become a kink of its own for me thanks to wonderful fills like yours. This might as well be my first time reading S&M, and I am honored to have read such an beautiful portrayal of it. Please keep up your amazingness, authoranon! ♥

Wibbling a little at this being the second last part. I'll be so sad to watch this one is finished. D;

*happily joins the wibbling :'D*

Does that really count as a delay? It was so short, and we still get our Russia/England fix! <3

*whimpers at the hotness for a while* Being confronted with so much hotness first thing in the morning, I kind of feel as incoherent as England does in this fic. And damn am I curious how Russia's going to manipulate England's temper next! ;D

thank you for this! yeah can't wait for the fill

Ahhhhhhhh, Alfred, you bastard!!!!

In other news, whoo, Feliks~~ He's totally awesome drunk, I love the way you write him! XD And the fashion discussions with Sadiq, looooool. Can't wait to see where this goes! ♥

You're right, dear, I should have asked about the title. I assumed it was a joke, but I will change it for the next update.

Feel free to steal-- borrow!-- ideas, if you like. Either way, I hope that you write yours, and, if you read mine, that you enjoy it.

Love,
apologetic!authornon

It didn't take him long to come back to consciousness. When he did, the first thing he tried to do was jerk away, but he found he couldn't-- his wrists were pinned down. He couldn't move his legs either-- Prussia was on top of him? “I thought you said you let the other guy up when he passes out,” said Canada, still a little whoozy.

Prussia shrugged. “That's only if you're gonna get the hell out of there.”

“That's not what we're going to do?”

“No,” said Prussia, with a grin that bordered somewhere between shit-eating and terrifying. “We're gonna fuck.”

Canada was still buzzing with too much adrenaline to sputter. “You weren't going to ask me about this?”

“Fuck no,” said Prussia, grinding down against Canada's ass for emphasis. “You're the one semi-conscious in the dirt--”

“--I'm pretty conscious by now--”

“--so that makes me the one who makes the calls.” Canada didn't argue. It wasn't like he would have said no, and he wasn't the kind of guy who got worked up just because he hadn't been asked nicely. He would have had a heart attack before he'd even gotten his name.

Prussia let his upper body go, still pinning him from the hips down, to strip off his shirt. Canada stared in wonder at the pinkish scars that criss-crossed his chest; not even France had that many (or at least, some of his had faded). His first instinct-- to struggle free and punch Prussia in the face-- was beaten down by the urge to touch them. So he reached out (why bother being shy when you were covered in blood and dirt and ass-first against some other guy's erection?), and he did, running his fingers down a particularly thick one on the man's left side. “Can you feel this?” he said.

“Just pressure,” said Prussia, shrugged. “I can't feel anything on my Grunwald one either.” Interested, Canada dug his nails in. Prussia didn't even twitch. Sitting up, he bit it. Still no reaction. “Like I said, kid, just pressure.” In the name of scientific inquiry, Canada bit the skin a few inches above the big scar. Prussia hissed, and pushed his face away. “You don't get to bite me till we fuck.”

Note:
Prussia is talking about the scar he got from the Battle of Grunwald, which he fought with Poland way back while he was still the Teutonic Order, and got his ass royally kicked.

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WOOT!!!!! ITS KIKU!!!! I EFFIN LOVIN' THIS :D THIS IS SO MUCH LOVE

PLEASE CONTINUE AUTHORNON. EVEN IF OI A, YOUR ONLY FAM ILL GIVE TO A BAGILLLIPON INTARNET COOKIES <3

I am desperately feeling sorry for Russia. Um. Yes.

GRUNWALD! GRUNWALD! THE MENTION OF THIS BATTLE HAS MADE ME THE HAPPIEST ANON EVER. I'm such a Grunwald/Tannenburg nerd....

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