hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

In a random discussion, it turns out half the world (...that is highly exaggerated) had France as their 'first'. From Canada to Vietnam to Russia to America to England (and probably Scotland, too) to Switzerland to Germany to who-the-heck-ever.

This is making Spain (either in a relationship with France, or just crushing obviously) a bit upset (and slightly jealous); his first was Rome or Al-Andalus or hell, Portugal. Not France.

But France points out something that Spain may have forgotten (or never known)- while France wasn't Spain's first, Spain was France's first.

And, uh, then there's fluff. Or sex. Or something. Whatever works, potential author!anon. I believe in you!

There is a fic on this theme, OP. Sadly, it's a WIP and it seems that it won't be completed.

You can find it HERE (http://tintings.livejournal.com/2635.html#cutid1)

while France wasn't Spain's first, Spain was France's first.

OMG OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!! SECONDED!

Because, really, there just isn't enough Scotland OR kilts around this place (not counting Poland's ever recurring miniskirts)

BONUS: "Just remember he used to fight naked. I don't know about you, but I prefer this to that."

seconded!

M-my mind is awash with plot bunnies!
FILLING!

It's ok if you want to follow that format.

And thank you for your interest on my request ^^

Since it's confirmed that the German states are still existing and they are Germany's older brothers besides Prussia. They have no real responsibilities, so they are very bored. And not to mention, annoyed that their little brother and Italy are still not together, though even they know they love each other. Then someone suggests it: let's get them together! I want to see the most insane, facepalm-worthy, unromantic ideas about which all of them think are awesome. Like a date in the Currywurst Museum or something like that. In the end, Italy and Germany get together but not because of their insane plans. Bonus: a female Berlin who is strict like Germany and she was left out on purpose. Till she finds out and stops them. Successfully and all alone. Bonus 2: some other nations help them but their ideas are equally insane and useless.

Nation A (a confirmed seme), woos and pursues Canada, whom they think is this shy little thing. When they finally get to the bedroom, however, Canada reveals just how "geographically larger" he is *coughcough* and ends up topping a surprised Nation A hard.

Nation A can be Prussia, England, Turkey, Spain, or Denmark.

Bonus 1: Canada is also into BDSM, rough sex, dirty talking. Basically, changes personalities 180 during sex.

Bonus 2: Canada is Nation A's first seme ~~and so is gentle for the first...oh, ten minutes~~

Bonus 3: Nation A is so thoroughly fucked that he becomes completely undone, unable to form coherent sentences (of protest), crying, screaming etc.

America finally switches to the metric system and struggles with it. Other nations help him. No pairings please.

Either Prussia or Italy swap bodies with Gilbird.

If it's Prussia, he goes to ~~molest~~see his cute Italy and spends the time being cuddled by him.

If it's Italy, at first he's panicky, and goes to Prussia in an attempt to make him realise the truth and help him, only to end up forgetting while he enjoys being petted and cuddled, not to mention being able to fly.

What Gilbird does while he's in the Nation's body is up to you. Lulz are very much welcome

Bonus - Prussia in Gilbird's body pulls Italy's curl.
Other bonus - Italy in Gilbird's body listens to Prussia talk about how much he 'loves Italy' and how much he respects and cares for him, and wishes that Italy would acknowledge his feelings, and finally realises Prussia crushes on him, so when Ita's back to his body, he accepts a date with Prussia.
Third bonus - it's not Britannia Angel's fault, but something more cracky - ~~Gilbird wished on a star for his owner to get close to the person he likes (Italy)?~~

Anon wanted to fill this adorable request immediately, but- painful migraines that last days. Ow.

Here's a good explanation + pictures of the food mentioned: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2035.html
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Greece looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He always has an air of calm about him – at least, unless Turkey is around. He can fall asleep anywhere. Japan has amusedly spied him asleep in the back of his chair while just across the table, France and England or England and America – or even all three are at each other's throats again. Sometimes he will slump to the table, even as things escalate on the Baltic and Slavic side of the table, and if he wakes at all, his only comment will be something concerning the works of Homer as it relates to cats.

He sleeps on raised stones in ruins he is excavating, without anything to pad him.

That is how Japan finds him today, his hands full of groceries. He makes a traditional Japanese meal for Greece whenever he comes, knowing Greece enjoys his food, and especially any sweets he brings, or sends over when he cannot visit.

Greece's hair is matted to his face with sweat. His hat has fallen off, and a grey cat now lies curled up in it, also fast asleep. There are two cats on his chest, one black and white, while the other is a kitten with faded calico with orange and black and white mottled over its body, as if it rolled in paint.

Japan kneels beside him, and sets the groceries aside. Another cat peeks in, but he gently pushes it away. He doesn't want cat hair getting on his Negi, even if he has a sinking feeling that Greece would not mind. The schedule is to be rigid, as Japan prefers all things. He has planned each meal he will cook for months in advance, and has all the necessary supplies with him. Today it will be Chanko Nabe, as he described it when he was explaining Sumo Wrestlers to Greece. After that has finished, he will begin boiling the Oden in soya sauce for tomorrow's dinner, and then a selection of others he has picked based on Greece's preferences, which seem to be anything you make me, I will love.

Greece does not let him make every meal, but instead will take him out to eat every other day or so to enjoy Grecian food. Greece can make some food – the Souvalaki Chicken he made last time was especially good – but his habit of forgetting he was cooking or nodding off makes it so that eating out is preferable – certainly preferable to having the house almost burn down.

In truth, Japan enjoys this role, almost a housewife when he dons his traditional housewife's attire and puts his hands into soapy water and Greece sleepily dries the plates beside him. It is an unspoken thanks, a way to show his gratitude without the messiness of words or expressed feelings.

But even these soft, domestic moments are not enough. They have been standing at the edge of something, a chasm for a long time now, and Japan has wearied of almosts.

And yet, to his face, Japan cannot say the words. It is not a fear that Greece will reject him, for he is sure – at least, almost sure – that he won't.

"America-san says I should practice in a mirror, but it was unnerving and did not help..." Japan begins softly. Greece's chest rises and falls. He doesn't stir, so Japan continues on.

"Writing letters or poems lacked a certain....intimacy...there are several half finished ones hidden in a box in my storage. I bring them out, but they do not do the feelings justice....I suppose what I'm trying to say – even though you'll not hear it – is that I....love you."

He almost stumbles on the last words, for he is unpracticed in definites, unpracticed in anything beyond the unsaid and the polite restrained ways he is used to. He dares one fluttering touch against Greece's forehead to brush back sticky strands of hair.

"I have for a long time....it's a very hard thing to say in my culture. That does not excuse my denials but...I was dealing with it. I suppose I was embarrassed by how much I liked you."

He traces over the rest of Greece's face. He's known every inch of his body, despite claims otherwise, and he misses it – and him. He feels fond towards Greece even when Greece is clueless, oblivious or fallen asleep in the middle of something. In truth, even when annoyed, he feels that same fondness, more of a quiet sigh to the habits of almost lovers than any true irritation.

He reasons that Greece is a heavy sleeper, and will doze through whatever he does. He's seen him sleep right through chaotic meetings, where nations screamed and turned to fistcuffs.

He starts with a light touch over Greece's chest. It's been a long time since he's felt the raw power of Greece. He could bruise Japan, easily, but each touch had been gentle. Wisps of kisses, light nibbles, tiny marks that faded in the morning, the purple melting away into skin like ice.

He misses his body, misses him but cannot bring himself to say this, for it would be admitting and passing the walls of denial he has built. But with sleep, he can open these feelings to the wind, even if Greece never hears them, even in his deepest dreaming.

He thinks about straddling Greece, pressing kisses to his mouth, his neck and downwards. He flushes at the thought, one which becomes more and more tempting.

He somehow thinks Greece wouldn't mind.

He allows himself a kiss. On kiss of a sleeping love. He leans back, pushing aside thoughts of reversals of fairytales and princesses kissing sleeping princes awake. He presses his lips softly against Greece's leaning over him, and only faintly touching him. Like any kiss, it is warm and gentle. He notices, however, a difference, a hitch in the plan: Greece is kissing him back. He lingers only a stunned moment, to draw back. Greece's eyes are open. He's smiling in such a tender way. Japan's heart beats tight within him. He feels like a fool.

"How....How long have you been awake?" Japan says.

"Long enough," Greece replies. "I'm a light sleeper."

"But you sleep right through the meetings," Japan protests feebly. "I've always thought you'd sleep through and earthquake or tsunami – I've always tried to watch you closely if you were visiting during those times...lest you get hurt..." Japan falls silent, realizing that he has revealed too much again.

Greece shrugs. "Long flights, besides, they've been having the same fights for the past hundreds of years. I've gotten used to it."

"I spoke much more softly than any of the Baltics or Slavics have," Japan says.

"If one of my cats meow for food or to be brushed, I'll wake up right away. If it's important and not just pointless fights....You're the same. You could whisper across the board meeting even beyond their screaming and I'd hear you."

Japan flushes. His lips still tingle from the feel of Greece's lips.

Greece reaches out for his hand, and Japan takes it. "I feel the same."

As far as my memory serves, in Vietnam, the Communist government led by Ho Chi Minh had far, far more public support than the democratic one led by pro-US, corrupt Ngo Dinh Diem, who was supported by the United States.

That seems correct, after the Geneva Conference 1954, Ho Chi Minh government was more popular (as they were considered as the instrumental force in victory against the French), and probably would win the general election had it been held.

But well, needless to say, things got much more complicated afterwards. I can understand the interpretation of authornon for America being multi-faced and insane. But one more thing to consider is, as you said, nothing is clear in wars, and we can say everyone in that War was insane in one way or another, including Vietnam (especially Vietnam, I'd say). As far as I know, both North and South Vietnam had committed atrocious acts too. Or that no one was insane at all, they just did what they had to do, for their own benefits?

I still think authornon's idea is fine, as long as the circumstance and other participants of that war are taken into account, and good writing can make it work. Good luck to you too, author!anon!

Thirding~~
I hope DP is also allowed ^^

Prussia coaxes Italy into a quickie on top of Germany's Kubelwagen. My only condition is that it's Italy's first time with Gil. Aside from that, you can write whatever you want!

He realizes that Greece knows him, that he will take this as slow as Japan needs. He traces his thumb across Greece's palm very slowly. He feels the thundering of his heart, from surprise turn to that steady beat, that flutter. The love he knows so well, and has nursed for hundreds of years.

"I'm glad you heard, I suppose," Japan murmurs. "Otherwise It'd have probably taken another hundred years.."

"I'd have waited," Greece says.

"Even hundreds of years?" Japan says, almost teasing.

"Thousands, if need be, if we were still alive then..."

His gaze turns solemn, and Japan knows it is memories of loss. Steeling himself, he brings Greece's hand slowly to his mouth to a faint kiss.

"I hope you will please be patient with me...and ah, the food will spoil if we don't hurry."

Japan rises, and picks up the bag. He isn't so far that he doesn't hear Greece's murmured reply of always. He doesn't respond, and they walk back together, cats following after Greece like he's bathed in milk.

Tonight he will cook for Greece, and tonight little will change except more will slowly come to the surface. The unsaid and said merging together in small things, small steps taken towards each other.

Perhaps tonight while Greece sleeps through the nightly news, he will rest his head on his shoulder, or perhaps he will even try to say the words of love he finds so elusive.

Or he will simply allow his body to say the words for him, in the dark through gasps and unfettered sighs.

Whichever way, Greece will know deep down, perhaps what he has always known, or hoped.

To Japan, even saying something like I hope you enjoy the Chanko Nabe is in itself, a little I love you, a love note hidden behind rigid politeness and oceans and cultural barriers that span between them. Japan knows now that on the other side Greece patiently waits beyond, reading between the lines of him and accepting each small gift as if it were the world offered with gilded ribbons.

above pruita requester seconds this X3 the pairing needs more love love love X3

Um, it might not affect your prompt much, but Finland was his own country before the Winter War. Finland became independent in 1917, but the Winter War wasn't until 1939...

I like your idea, so maybe it could just take place before the Winter War? Or afterwards, of course, but Finland would have to been a nation for a while.

Dawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~~
I love these three when they are being cuddly and ridiculous. There's adorable and then there's this <3
(watching Disney movies was a winXD. I wonder if they cclassify it as romance, comedy or horror...?XD)

Sorry anons, but this Spanish!anon has to say that "mijo" doesn't exist in Spain; it's something typical of Latin America, and nobody has ever said that here ^^U

This is relevant to my interests

Exactly what the title said. In the middle of the WWII, a zombie virus thing of a whatever the filler wants exploded, the Axis and the Allies have join forces to save the world. Something along the line what that saying... um... something about "the enemy of your enemy is your ally"? Just run with it anons.

No pairing preferance really, but i want this to be serious saving the world thing with cracky moments. Smuts' welcome.

But wait! There's a twist.

So I've had this prompt in mind fir a while and I can think of 2 situations I'd like to see(as in, one or the other)-

A)The couple in an already established BDSM relationship or e just trying it out. Anyway, during a round of BDSM, someone goes too far and one of them actually uses the safe word. It could be because of actual injury or just because someone got scared, either way.

B)The couple having (relatively) vanilla sex, maybe up against a wall or something. Either way, something happens, ie- one of them hits their head hard on the wall or something in that vein. The one who got hurt asks the other to stop.

After either situation, cuddling/comfort ensues. If they choose to finish the sex afterwards is your choice.

Arthur's mother desperately wanted a girl, but kept having big rowdy boys, so that when Arthur came along, who was more sickly and slight, she turned him into Ara, a Victorian lady.

Set several years down the future, Ara is traveling by stagecoach to visit one of the more eccentric members of the family who has tried some enterprise in America, when her coach is robbed.

Cue the appearance of a certain hero who is only too happy to save her. Ara, however is less than pleased...

Other names are find for the "female" Arthur as you see fit. (As are the details of the scenario) Also feel free to reassign Al's job as need be, just please keep his hero-complex intact and for him to rescue "Ara", and said rescue to Not Go Smoothly leading to discovery of "Arthur", and eventual romance? Smut isn't necessary, but loved.

Bonus for any appearances of France and Canada (even more for France/Canada hints ♥)

Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

France/Spain ; who's whose first

Re: US/UK Love Potion #9

Re: France/Spain ; who's whose first

Scotland - kilts

Re: US/UK Jealousy

Re: America/Canada - two wishes

OP

German borthers - get Italy and Germany together

Canada/Nation A - Postion Switching

America switching to the metric system.

PruIta +gilbird, body swapping

even a whisper 1/3

even a whisper 2/3

Another anon agrees with you

Re: Everyone/Englands Ass

Prussia/Italy quickie

even a whisper 3/3

Re: Prussia/Italy quickie

Re: Sweden/Finland

Re: Movie Night (1b/1) End

spanish!anon is sorry to stop your happiness ^^U

Re: US/Miko!Japan - Possession

Any Nation - Axis v.s. Zombies v.s. Allies

Anyone/Anyone-Interrupted Sex

USUK, Cowboy x Victorian Lady AU with Arthur raised as a girl