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Alfred and Matthew Williams-Jones have loved skating since they were kids. But while Matthew takes to ice hockey like a (scary, demon-possessed) natural, Alfred falls in love with figure skating.
Cue all the outcry, protests, bullying, discouragement and so on that might result from an outgoing, good-looking teenage boy taking up what's stereotypically seen as a "girls' sport", which Al must face to do what he loves.
Bonus: Twincest.
BUT no pairing (and just brotherly stuff) is okay too. Or any pairing with America as bottom would be fine with me, except for Russia/America.
Cue all the outcry, protests, bullying, discouragement and so on that might result from an outgoing, good-looking teenage boy taking up what's stereotypically seen as a "girls' sport", which Al must face to do what he loves.
Bonus: Twincest.
BUT no pairing (and just brotherly stuff) is okay too. Or any pairing with America as bottom would be fine with me, except for Russia/America.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=57278777#t57278777
Norway, Denmark, Sweden and Iceland - Reminiscing about their viking era
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)Hi, this anon would like to see Denmark, Sweden, Norway and Iceland reminiscing about their viking era.
NO PAIRINGS, PLEASE.
NO PAIRINGS, PLEASE.
France/US/UK or France/Spain/UK - threesome + double penetration on Fem!UK
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)anon just wants to see either a France/America/Fem!England threesome or a France/Spain/Fem!England threesome that involves DP and is consensual.
make it hot please, anon!
make it hot please, anon!
Oh dear god, I need this in my life this very moment. I'm half tempted to try filling it but I feel like there's no way I could do the sexy justice.
Re: France/US/UK or France/Spain/UK - threesome + double penetration on Fem!UK
(Anonymous) - 2010-08-21 01:20 (UTC) - ExpandSomehow, the uncomfortable truths well is found (http://xkcd.com/561/) and some nations volunteer to test it out.
Spain gets ‘Whenever you said you loved him you didn’t really mean it. You were thinking of his brother. They were empty words.’
And Romano (trying to pretend he doesn’t care) tries and gets ‘You really did love him.’
BUT the well, while it told the truth didn’t use the names. What it meant was that everytime Spain told North Italy he loved him he was thinking about Romano! Now Spain needs to woo Romano and show him what the well truly meant.
Make it angsty, but throw in humour as you please!
Bonus:
1)Other reactions to the well of uncomfortable truths
2)Other relationships put to the test by the well
3)‘YOU’VE DONE ALL THE DAMAMGE YOU’RE GONNA DO!’ *fetches cement mixer*
Spain gets ‘Whenever you said you loved him you didn’t really mean it. You were thinking of his brother. They were empty words.’
And Romano (trying to pretend he doesn’t care) tries and gets ‘You really did love him.’
BUT the well, while it told the truth didn’t use the names. What it meant was that everytime Spain told North Italy he loved him he was thinking about Romano! Now Spain needs to woo Romano and show him what the well truly meant.
Make it angsty, but throw in humour as you please!
Bonus:
1)Other reactions to the well of uncomfortable truths
2)Other relationships put to the test by the well
3)‘YOU’VE DONE ALL THE DAMAMGE YOU’RE GONNA DO!’ *fetches cement mixer*
Same author!anon as Not Like Them at your service! Hope this one suits your fancy.Warning for lots of silliness ahead...
Truth Be Told
Spain downed the last of his sangria with a single gulp. It was no good. The buzz didn’t make him feel any better, but maybe talking to France would. At the very least, it might help him figure out how to go about fixing the mess he was in. The blonde man always made a good counselor…even if Spain had to deal with the not-so-subtle groping that he was usually too distracted to notice as he poured his heart out. Either that or he was too used to it to notice anymore.
“Go ahead, mon ami,” France said, rubbing his friend on the back, “Tell me what’s troubling you.”
“You should know,” Spain hiccupped miserably. “You were there.”
France smiled and put down his glass of wine. He was happy his friend had decided to come out to his house to have a drink with him. It seemed they rarely got to spend much time together anymore since Spain had fallen into another one of his sulky states.
“Ahh, so this is about that incident, hmm? Well, have you tried just saying you’re sorry?”
Spain shook his head.
“Romano won’t listen to a word I say. I still don’t understand what’s got him so upset. We weren’t even going out anymore when it happened. The break-up happened weeks ago.”
“Yes,” said France, knowingly, “I remember. You were a weepy mess for days.”
“I know…I thought I’d lost him for good. But when I heard what it said about him,” Spain continued, unaware of the fact that France’s hand was going dangerously low now, “I thought maybe he still loved me. I thought that maybe he might want to get back together.”
He stared at his empty glass, depressed and feeling just as drained on the inside as the pain of those memories came back to him. He had messed up badly, not being able to defend himself against Romano’s accusations from that time - the accusations that he had been eying his brother whenever the younger Italian sibling had come to visit. It was true that Spain doted on Veneziano excessively and gladly gave him the hugs and kisses he accepted so easily when Romano would have surely pushed him away for doing the same thing. But love? He had tried to love Italy - tried even harder when Romano had gotten sick of Spain’s apparent “two-timing” and moved out, but it had never felt the same. He would always love Romano and only Romano. The two had finally been back on speaking terms at the time of “the incident,” but now he was broken, hurt, and still alone. And not even another glass of sangria was going to change that.
Truth Be Told
Spain downed the last of his sangria with a single gulp. It was no good. The buzz didn’t make him feel any better, but maybe talking to France would. At the very least, it might help him figure out how to go about fixing the mess he was in. The blonde man always made a good counselor…even if Spain had to deal with the not-so-subtle groping that he was usually too distracted to notice as he poured his heart out. Either that or he was too used to it to notice anymore.
“Go ahead, mon ami,” France said, rubbing his friend on the back, “Tell me what’s troubling you.”
“You should know,” Spain hiccupped miserably. “You were there.”
France smiled and put down his glass of wine. He was happy his friend had decided to come out to his house to have a drink with him. It seemed they rarely got to spend much time together anymore since Spain had fallen into another one of his sulky states.
“Ahh, so this is about that incident, hmm? Well, have you tried just saying you’re sorry?”
Spain shook his head.
“Romano won’t listen to a word I say. I still don’t understand what’s got him so upset. We weren’t even going out anymore when it happened. The break-up happened weeks ago.”
“Yes,” said France, knowingly, “I remember. You were a weepy mess for days.”
“I know…I thought I’d lost him for good. But when I heard what it said about him,” Spain continued, unaware of the fact that France’s hand was going dangerously low now, “I thought maybe he still loved me. I thought that maybe he might want to get back together.”
He stared at his empty glass, depressed and feeling just as drained on the inside as the pain of those memories came back to him. He had messed up badly, not being able to defend himself against Romano’s accusations from that time - the accusations that he had been eying his brother whenever the younger Italian sibling had come to visit. It was true that Spain doted on Veneziano excessively and gladly gave him the hugs and kisses he accepted so easily when Romano would have surely pushed him away for doing the same thing. But love? He had tried to love Italy - tried even harder when Romano had gotten sick of Spain’s apparent “two-timing” and moved out, but it had never felt the same. He would always love Romano and only Romano. The two had finally been back on speaking terms at the time of “the incident,” but now he was broken, hurt, and still alone. And not even another glass of sangria was going to change that.
Am I the only one who finds the FrUK angle more interesting?
(Anonymous) - 2010-08-29 23:14 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Am I the only one who finds the FrUK angle more interesting?
(Anonymous) - 2010-08-29 23:30 (UTC) - Expandhttp://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html
It's a game where you play a robot unicorn. Surrounded by rainbows, sparkling fairies, pink and purple wonder, and the general gayness that England absolutely loves.
Request simply is for something, anything, to do with this game - involving England.
Thank you.
Harmony, Harmony... all riiiight~!
It's a game where you play a robot unicorn. Surrounded by rainbows, sparkling fairies, pink and purple wonder, and the general gayness that England absolutely loves.
Request simply is for something, anything, to do with this game - involving England.
Thank you.
Harmony, Harmony... all riiiight~!
I'm in the middle of a fill right now, OP, but after seeing this pic - http://depleted.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/1267346567678.jpg - I promise to return one day and make that unicorn top hard!
South Korea is convinced that China keeps rejecting him because he likes North Korea better. China decides to prove him otherwise.
Um, this is not actually writer!anon, I'm the other anon that posted before x_x I just really wanted to fill this...so I hope this doesn't throw off writer!anon, please post your fill, I'm still dying to read it! Just think of this as an appetizer!fill until writer!anon is ready.
Korea sat at his table pensively, staring out the window to a gray spring day in Seoul. He held a newspaper in his hand, the only thing he had bothered to read were the casualties of that boat that had sunk so suddenly. Forty six of his people dead and a ship destroyed. Naturally his first reaction was to blame North Korea, it had been his torpedo after all, even if all he continued to do was deny it. The boy sighed, likening his frustration to the air being forced out of his lungs. They had been doing okay for awhile, only to have relations crumble yet again.
He hated it, he hated having to deal with his brother like the stubborn enemy he was. It made Korea feel like he was in a war again, or a race that they were both destined to lose in one way or another, and it left him feeling incredibly lonely.
Korea read over the list of names again, senseless deaths, he drew a shaky breath when he continued to read below that North Korea wanted to cut off all ties and communications, which he knew of already. They had argued about it for a long time, he remembered getting angrier and angrier as all his brother did was deny. The anger hadn't really subsided.
"...Da ze! This sucks!" Korea yelled, hoping it would get him out of his melancholic mood. After all, sadness wasn't the Korean way! He had to cheer up somehow, brooding in his room wouldn't do any good.
"I know. I'll go see Aniki, he'll know what to do." he stated to no one in particular. China always made him feel better, even if it was often at the other nation's expense. Korea forced his spirits up with the idea of copping a feel or two on China's chest, or teasing him a bit, or just hearing his voice. With his constant attitude of disapproval covered affection that Korea could remember all the way from childhood, China never failed to make Korea feel more at ease.
His aniki's house was quiet, so quiet that Korea was afraid that he might not be home. But when he let himself in he found China sitting on his back porch, hunched over what was most likely some business papers. Korea took in the way his shoulders were bunched up with tension, the casual way his long hair draped down his back, how perfectly his back arched forward. He was seized by the desire to step in front of him and wriggle into his lap, like the old days. Of course if he did that now he'd get yelled at, like he always did. China would barely talk to him voluntarily, much less touch him. He thought with a sickening theory that that probably wasn't the case for North Korea. He swallowed the bile threatening to rise in his throat, who cared about North Korea anyway?!
"Aniki!! What'cha doing?" he ran up behind China, casting his arms over his compact little shoulders.
"Aiyaa!! Where did you come from, aru?!"
"I...I wanted to talk..."
China looked at him, their cheeks brushing as he moved his head. Korea noticed how warm he was from sitting in the sunshine.
"Eh? What's with you? You've never asked that before, aru."
"I mean-well, conversation was made in me, so of course I sometimes just want to talk!" Korea answered hastily, covering the unusual waver that had been in his voice. China sighed and stood up,
"Well I don't. I'm busy, aru! Go bother Japan or something."
Korea planted his hands on the wooden floor, and then planted a smile on his face,
"But Aniki...hey! What if I helped you with your work? Then we can hang out!"
"Hmph, this is important. Go sit somewhere and behave, aru. Why can't you be quiet, like your brother?"
It was such a small comment, something China said rather often, but at the moment it made Korea stop in his tracks. He went silently to the kitchen table and sat, staring at the etchings and marks of the old antique. Compared to outside, it felt too cold in the kitchen.
Korea sat at his table pensively, staring out the window to a gray spring day in Seoul. He held a newspaper in his hand, the only thing he had bothered to read were the casualties of that boat that had sunk so suddenly. Forty six of his people dead and a ship destroyed. Naturally his first reaction was to blame North Korea, it had been his torpedo after all, even if all he continued to do was deny it. The boy sighed, likening his frustration to the air being forced out of his lungs. They had been doing okay for awhile, only to have relations crumble yet again.
He hated it, he hated having to deal with his brother like the stubborn enemy he was. It made Korea feel like he was in a war again, or a race that they were both destined to lose in one way or another, and it left him feeling incredibly lonely.
Korea read over the list of names again, senseless deaths, he drew a shaky breath when he continued to read below that North Korea wanted to cut off all ties and communications, which he knew of already. They had argued about it for a long time, he remembered getting angrier and angrier as all his brother did was deny. The anger hadn't really subsided.
"...Da ze! This sucks!" Korea yelled, hoping it would get him out of his melancholic mood. After all, sadness wasn't the Korean way! He had to cheer up somehow, brooding in his room wouldn't do any good.
"I know. I'll go see Aniki, he'll know what to do." he stated to no one in particular. China always made him feel better, even if it was often at the other nation's expense. Korea forced his spirits up with the idea of copping a feel or two on China's chest, or teasing him a bit, or just hearing his voice. With his constant attitude of disapproval covered affection that Korea could remember all the way from childhood, China never failed to make Korea feel more at ease.
His aniki's house was quiet, so quiet that Korea was afraid that he might not be home. But when he let himself in he found China sitting on his back porch, hunched over what was most likely some business papers. Korea took in the way his shoulders were bunched up with tension, the casual way his long hair draped down his back, how perfectly his back arched forward. He was seized by the desire to step in front of him and wriggle into his lap, like the old days. Of course if he did that now he'd get yelled at, like he always did. China would barely talk to him voluntarily, much less touch him. He thought with a sickening theory that that probably wasn't the case for North Korea. He swallowed the bile threatening to rise in his throat, who cared about North Korea anyway?!
"Aniki!! What'cha doing?" he ran up behind China, casting his arms over his compact little shoulders.
"Aiyaa!! Where did you come from, aru?!"
"I...I wanted to talk..."
China looked at him, their cheeks brushing as he moved his head. Korea noticed how warm he was from sitting in the sunshine.
"Eh? What's with you? You've never asked that before, aru."
"I mean-well, conversation was made in me, so of course I sometimes just want to talk!" Korea answered hastily, covering the unusual waver that had been in his voice. China sighed and stood up,
"Well I don't. I'm busy, aru! Go bother Japan or something."
Korea planted his hands on the wooden floor, and then planted a smile on his face,
"But Aniki...hey! What if I helped you with your work? Then we can hang out!"
"Hmph, this is important. Go sit somewhere and behave, aru. Why can't you be quiet, like your brother?"
It was such a small comment, something China said rather often, but at the moment it made Korea stop in his tracks. He went silently to the kitchen table and sat, staring at the etchings and marks of the old antique. Compared to outside, it felt too cold in the kitchen.
Denmark wants to see Norway smile. A genuine, not-a-smirk, smile.
However, he is having a hard time trying to make him smile, and so he pulls out all of his tactics.
Fluff is very much wanted. Oh, and a dorky Denmark too.
Thank you very much, anons. ♥
However, he is having a hard time trying to make him smile, and so he pulls out all of his tactics.
Fluff is very much wanted. Oh, and a dorky Denmark too.
Thank you very much, anons. ♥
Ach! If only I wasn't so busy right now, I'd fill this in a heartbeat.
For now, seconded. But lovely request <3
For now, seconded. But lovely request <3
Anon would love to see some serious D/s between Russia and the Baltic boys <3 "pet play," ownership (i.e. collaring), humiliation, orgasm denial, dub-con, etc., but Russia is romantically involved with all three. Whether or not that's a good thing to the boys is up to author!anon. Fluff is great but optional, just don't get too dark.
1. Russia's learned some...interesting things from Japan involving rope. Shibari, suspension ties, and predicament bondage are love <3
2. Russia orders two of the boys to tie up and mercilessly tease the third for his amusement, goading and encouraging them, and eventually joins in.
3. During a meeting Russia has one wear a vibrator, and keeps the switch in his pocket to use at his own discretion. Hilarity and embarrassment ensues as the dial slowly but surely inches upwards...
1. Russia's learned some...interesting things from Japan involving rope. Shibari, suspension ties, and predicament bondage are love <3
2. Russia orders two of the boys to tie up and mercilessly tease the third for his amusement, goading and encouraging them, and eventually joins in.
3. During a meeting Russia has one wear a vibrator, and keeps the switch in his pocket to use at his own discretion. Hilarity and embarrassment ensues as the dial slowly but surely inches upwards...
kajsdfkjsd seconding that! someone do it pleease~
Everytime someone talks about the Netherlands and put the FIFA World Cup in the same context I always end up in my canon fantasy that those Dutch footballers are actually all ninjas.
Sooooo... who else would be better to teach them the arts of ninja than Netherlands!!! And I just remember how Netherlands in the only one Japan will talk to during isolation-mode. So maybe Japan was Netherlands ninja master!
Anyway, anon would just like a scene where Netherlands is training hisninjas footballers. And maybe a bit on how he react on the ninja kick during the World Cup. Crack plz, anything else is welcome.
Bonus:
Netherlands is a sparta and merciless ninja master.
And he’s quite proud of them when one of them lands a kick on Spain’s player.
Sooooo... who else would be better to teach them the arts of ninja than Netherlands!!! And I just remember how Netherlands in the only one Japan will talk to during isolation-mode. So maybe Japan was Netherlands ninja master!
Anyway, anon would just like a scene where Netherlands is training his
Bonus:
Netherlands is a sparta and merciless ninja master.
And he’s quite proud of them when one of them lands a kick on Spain’s player.
I'd like a version of the Pregnant w/Alaska story with Fem America.
Discovering the pregnancy she freaks out. Then her boss finds out and it being the 50's and her being and unwed teenage-looking female makes it an even bigger deal. He decrees that she must get married. She's a super power now she can't just isolate herself for the time it takes to get the kid situated and it must be proper, it's already bad enough that she slept with Russia. She fights it but eventually gives in and convinces England to marry her at least until after the baby is born. But before the wedding can happen Russia finds out and puts his foot down that no one is going to be the father of his child but him. Left with no other choice the bosses decide Russia and America must get married.
Looking for the trials and tribulation of the marriage and the pregnancy together. learning to live together and maybe slowly falling in love. Obviously this would take an AUish bent at some point. Anything you'd like to add by way of reactions and other nations and pairings is fine.
Bonus 1: Originally America wanted to marry Canada who agreed but that idea got a "Isn't he your brother? You can't marry your brother!" nix from the bosses.
Bonus 2: Russia forces her to come live at his house and all that that entails. (extra for her becoming friends with Poland)
Bonus 3: No one is really sure what this means for the countries themselves it's not really that sort of alliance but there's fear that it might trickle down in some way. Not looking for an easy America becomes communist or the USSR turns democratic take...it would probably be more complicated then that...
Discovering the pregnancy she freaks out. Then her boss finds out and it being the 50's and her being and unwed teenage-looking female makes it an even bigger deal. He decrees that she must get married. She's a super power now she can't just isolate herself for the time it takes to get the kid situated and it must be proper, it's already bad enough that she slept with Russia. She fights it but eventually gives in and convinces England to marry her at least until after the baby is born. But before the wedding can happen Russia finds out and puts his foot down that no one is going to be the father of his child but him. Left with no other choice the bosses decide Russia and America must get married.
Looking for the trials and tribulation of the marriage and the pregnancy together. learning to live together and maybe slowly falling in love. Obviously this would take an AUish bent at some point. Anything you'd like to add by way of reactions and other nations and pairings is fine.
Bonus 1: Originally America wanted to marry Canada who agreed but that idea got a "Isn't he your brother? You can't marry your brother!" nix from the bosses.
Bonus 2: Russia forces her to come live at his house and all that that entails. (extra for her becoming friends with Poland)
Bonus 3: No one is really sure what this means for the countries themselves it's not really that sort of alliance but there's fear that it might trickle down in some way. Not looking for an easy America becomes communist or the USSR turns democratic take...it would probably be more complicated then that...
Link: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=64385620#t64385620
A British friend of mine said that when she went to France she was watching one of their news programs and it said that France has the second highest hamburger consumption rate after us Americans. I'd kind of like to see America finding out about this. Like France has ridiculed his cuisine for years, to the effect of "If only you'd picked me to be your big brother; then you could have a real food culture" or "I suppose things like hamburgers are fine for someone like you who has no appreciation for fine dining". Then America somehow sees this news story and has a real good time rubbing France's face in it.
I'm not a fan of the AmericaxFrance pairing so I'd prefer lolzy genfic.
I'm not a fan of the AmericaxFrance pairing so I'd prefer lolzy genfic.
PFFFT, I've always suspected this.
Seconded.
Seconded.
Prussia remembers raising his brother, and the day the realised Germany was taller than him.
Mostly family fluff, and Prussia being proud of his bro.
Can be humorous, but not too cracky.
Bonus 1: Throw Spain and Romano in there somewhere
Bonus 2: Mention of PruCan
Thanks :)
Mostly family fluff, and Prussia being proud of his bro.
Can be humorous, but not too cracky.
Bonus 1: Throw Spain and Romano in there somewhere
Bonus 2: Mention of PruCan
Thanks :)
Fem!Romano really, really has a thing for older men. Handsome, green-eyed older men who just happen to be her Spanish teacher, that is.
I'd really like to see her seducing the hell out of Spain, because male teacher/female student pairings always seem to have the unfortunate implication that the man is 'in the wrong', so to speak. Besides, who can resist a spunky(/violent) barely-legal Italian girlwith a terrifying mafia family?
Bonus points if you don't call her 'Lovina' because that's really boring and lame. (I like Lucetta and Lucia, personally.)
I'd really like to see her seducing the hell out of Spain, because male teacher/female student pairings always seem to have the unfortunate implication that the man is 'in the wrong', so to speak. Besides, who can resist a spunky(/violent) barely-legal Italian girl
Bonus points if you don't call her 'Lovina' because that's really boring and lame. (I like Lucetta and Lucia, personally.)
here's the link to the fill: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=76616276#t76616276
Lately I've been getting into a manga called, "Stepping on Roses", in which a wealthy nobleman (Nation A) 'buys' a poor girl (Nation B) into marriage, on the orders that she never falls in love with him and does everything he says. Then, the girl is remade into a lady 'My Fair Lady' style, love triangles happen etc. etc. And at the end, the two fall in love with each other, regardless.
I'm not looking for a hetalia adaptation of this per se, but I liked the general premise, and wanted to use it to request a fic! Hetro or yaoi pairings are both loved (see below).
Nations A/B can be: UK/fem!US, US/Lithuania, France/urchin!UK, Sweden/Finland, fem!Germany/Italy <-- I would really like to see this one
I'm not looking for a hetalia adaptation of this per se, but I liked the general premise, and wanted to use it to request a fic! Hetro or yaoi pairings are both loved (see below).
Nations A/B can be: UK/fem!US, US/Lithuania, France/urchin!UK, Sweden/Finland, fem!Germany/Italy <-- I would really like to see this one
I'm posting this here to lay claim on to the request.
And yes, I totally stole the title from Terry Pratchett.
It's important to note that I probably didn't do enough research for historical accuracy.
This begins in the summer of 1815.
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Lords and Ladies
Chapter One
Roderich placed Gilbert's death certificate on his desk. If that did not prove Gilbert's whereabouts, she was not sure what would. Everyone would have to acknowledge her as the lady of her own estates.
Roderich looked at her. His face showed no emotions, just like hers. Louise was sure she picked up the stoic face from him and not Gilbert.
"Duchess Beilschmidt, I recommend that you find a husband and have sons as soon as possible," he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. "You are the last in the direct line of your family. Otherwise, I am your heir but I am unlikely, God willing, to outlive you. Then my son is next." (1)
"That is exactly why I've come to Vienna," Louise had to play the good lady for a little while to please him.
"It is not in my power to arrange your marriage. It should have been your late lord's but it seems you must make arrangements," Roderich stood up and turned to his window. Louise took the opportunity to tug on her stay and breathe. (2) "My recommendations would be Ivan Braginsky, Francis de Bonnefoy and Berwald Oxenstierna from within my court. They all come from respected houses and, with the exception of Bonnefoy at the moment, are wealthy."
"I will see them when I attend court tonight," Louise stood up. "Do I have your leave, my lord?
"Go."
*
"Ve, Rudolf, I made a lot today," Feliciano brushed the horse's mane. "I made two sketches and sang at the docks."
Feliciano was sure that he had enough money to attend at least one art class and buy some art supplies. He needed a new paintbrush since he had resorted to using leaves at one point.
Feliciano undressed and got ready to sleep when he finished brushing. He settled onto a bed of straw. He pulled his sheet up. He noticed a large hole in it. The stable owner had told him that the covering was new. Oh well....
Feliciano adjusted his head to see that crack in the roof. He saw the moon. It was a full moon. He raised his hand and put the moon between his fingers. It looked like he was holding a coin. Lovino had showed him that trick when they were little when they slept in the same cot. It was alittle easier back then. Just a little.
His brother was working somewhere up in the Netherlands. (3) He would have to write a letter to him soon and convince him to go back to Piedmont-Sardinia. (4) Really, it's not like his lord uncle seriously meant that they were unwelcome forever.
Feliciano heard music in the distance. Music and the moon. It was a perfect combination to go into a deep sleep.
But....
His stomach growled. What was he going to do about that?
The other stable hands had told him about how they dressed up as noblemen and attended court. They said that they enjoyed the fantasy. It was half a fantasy for Feliciano; he had the lineage but not the wealth.
Feliciano would go just this once for some food. The reward was worth the risk of getting fired. Besides, Count Edelstein probably would not recognize him.
Feliciano wrapped the blanket around himself and made his way out to the mansion. He knew about that entrance in the supply room that was connected to the main house.
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(1) For the purposes of this story, Roderich and Elizaveta have a young son that has been taken to ward by another family.
(2) Stays were sort of the corsets popular for that period in time. Except they covered just below the breasts. It's inconvenient for Louise either way.
(3) In that time it was known as the United Kingdom of the Netherlands. It consisted of modern day Belgium and the Netherlands, more or less.
(4) An Italian kingdom in the north. I choose that as Feliciano and Lovino's home country because Piedmont-Sardinia was the kingdom that started Italian unification.
And yes, I totally stole the title from Terry Pratchett.
It's important to note that I probably didn't do enough research for historical accuracy.
This begins in the summer of 1815.
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Lords and Ladies
Chapter One
Roderich placed Gilbert's death certificate on his desk. If that did not prove Gilbert's whereabouts, she was not sure what would. Everyone would have to acknowledge her as the lady of her own estates.
Roderich looked at her. His face showed no emotions, just like hers. Louise was sure she picked up the stoic face from him and not Gilbert.
"Duchess Beilschmidt, I recommend that you find a husband and have sons as soon as possible," he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on them. "You are the last in the direct line of your family. Otherwise, I am your heir but I am unlikely, God willing, to outlive you. Then my son is next." (1)
"That is exactly why I've come to Vienna," Louise had to play the good lady for a little while to please him.
"It is not in my power to arrange your marriage. It should have been your late lord's but it seems you must make arrangements," Roderich stood up and turned to his window. Louise took the opportunity to tug on her stay and breathe. (2) "My recommendations would be Ivan Braginsky, Francis de Bonnefoy and Berwald Oxenstierna from within my court. They all come from respected houses and, with the exception of Bonnefoy at the moment, are wealthy."
"I will see them when I attend court tonight," Louise stood up. "Do I have your leave, my lord?
"Go."
*
"Ve, Rudolf, I made a lot today," Feliciano brushed the horse's mane. "I made two sketches and sang at the docks."
Feliciano was sure that he had enough money to attend at least one art class and buy some art supplies. He needed a new paintbrush since he had resorted to using leaves at one point.
Feliciano undressed and got ready to sleep when he finished brushing. He settled onto a bed of straw. He pulled his sheet up. He noticed a large hole in it. The stable owner had told him that the covering was new. Oh well....
Feliciano adjusted his head to see that crack in the roof. He saw the moon. It was a full moon. He raised his hand and put the moon between his fingers. It looked like he was holding a coin. Lovino had showed him that trick when they were little when they slept in the same cot. It was alittle easier back then. Just a little.
His brother was working somewhere up in the Netherlands. (3) He would have to write a letter to him soon and convince him to go back to Piedmont-Sardinia. (4) Really, it's not like his lord uncle seriously meant that they were unwelcome forever.
Feliciano heard music in the distance. Music and the moon. It was a perfect combination to go into a deep sleep.
But....
His stomach growled. What was he going to do about that?
The other stable hands had told him about how they dressed up as noblemen and attended court. They said that they enjoyed the fantasy. It was half a fantasy for Feliciano; he had the lineage but not the wealth.
Feliciano would go just this once for some food. The reward was worth the risk of getting fired. Besides, Count Edelstein probably would not recognize him.
Feliciano wrapped the blanket around himself and made his way out to the mansion. He knew about that entrance in the supply room that was connected to the main house.
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(1) For the purposes of this story, Roderich and Elizaveta have a young son that has been taken to ward by another family.
(2) Stays were sort of the corsets popular for that period in time. Except they covered just below the breasts. It's inconvenient for Louise either way.
(3) In that time it was known as the United Kingdom of the Netherlands. It consisted of modern day Belgium and the Netherlands, more or less.
(4) An Italian kingdom in the north. I choose that as Feliciano and Lovino's home country because Piedmont-Sardinia was the kingdom that started Italian unification.
F/A/C/E - specific AU with fem!Igiko; love rectangle turns to foursome
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)what I would like to see is a FACE fic, except with some specific AU differences, namely:
-with fem!England/Igiko
-America and Canada originally seeing France and England as the big brother and big sister of the family, respectively (rather than as the father/mother)
-America and Canada originally seen as the little brothers (rather than them being the "sons").
Now, the kinks/prompt:
-love rectangle at first: with America realizing as he grows up that he has feelings for Igiko, but Igiko has always been secretly in love with France. However, France loves and ends up in a relationship with Canada.
But what none of them know until later was that though Canada loves France too, he always had a crush on America, but never admitted his feelings to his "brother"; because he knew America loved Igiko.
-All four realizing they want the one they love to see them as more than a "brother" or "sister".
-America and England are initially jealous of France and Canada, respectively, for taking away the attention of the one they love
-eventually they all find out about each other's real feelings. France, being France, suggests a foursome.
-They realize the foursome could actually work.
BONUS:
-detailed FACE foursome smut.
-top!America, top!France, and bottom!Canada is preferred if there is detailed smut included.
-the foursome causes them to realize they all love each other equally.
-with fem!England/Igiko
-America and Canada originally seeing France and England as the big brother and big sister of the family, respectively (rather than as the father/mother)
-America and Canada originally seen as the little brothers (rather than them being the "sons").
Now, the kinks/prompt:
-love rectangle at first: with America realizing as he grows up that he has feelings for Igiko, but Igiko has always been secretly in love with France. However, France loves and ends up in a relationship with Canada.
But what none of them know until later was that though Canada loves France too, he always had a crush on America, but never admitted his feelings to his "brother"; because he knew America loved Igiko.
-All four realizing they want the one they love to see them as more than a "brother" or "sister".
-America and England are initially jealous of France and Canada, respectively, for taking away the attention of the one they love
-eventually they all find out about each other's real feelings. France, being France, suggests a foursome.
-They realize the foursome could actually work.
BONUS:
-detailed FACE foursome smut.
-top!America, top!France, and bottom!Canada is preferred if there is detailed smut included.
-the foursome causes them to realize they all love each other equally.
I've read fanfics for the America and Canada Servant of Evil, as well as the one with the Italies. Yes, they aren't twins, but given their history (i.e.: both were under the Holy Roman Empire, and after its collapse there was the Principality of Liechtenstein and the Old Swiss Confederacy), I'm pretty certain anon could make it work. x.o I've no preference for the evil one, nor who plays Miku nor Kaito.
Should a video assist...
N. & S. Italy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Eb8SrcPLWM&feature=related
Canada & America: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skj38WVv7wY
Original (Rin & Len): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwnyPIbt1BA&feature=related
Angst my heart out? <3
Should a video assist...
N. & S. Italy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Eb8SrcPLWM&feature=related
Canada & America: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skj38WVv7wY
Original (Rin & Len): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwnyPIbt1BA&feature=related
Angst my heart out? <3
I'me sure everyone(or most) have seen the fan version of Scotland that has become popular on pixiv, yes? And often, he is drawn beating up England. And this anon just loves torturing England.
So I'd like to see a fic based on that-England getting the shit beaten out of him by his brother and someone coming to save him. The other nation can be anyone, but I'd really like France, America, or Canada(or even OC!Portugal).
So I'd like to see a fic based on that-England getting the shit beaten out of him by his brother and someone coming to save him. The other nation can be anyone, but I'd really like France, America, or Canada(or even OC!Portugal).
I'm so sorry. OTL There's the title^
Ivan and fem!Prussia start going out in highschool
At first everything is fine, going well, but slowly, surely, Ivan starts to go off the rails (for some reason) and the relationship turns steadily more and more violent.
As the two move towards steadily mutual destruction (because you got to admit, if Ivan started fem!Prussia would hit right back, please don't make her the 'cowering beaten wife' in this) it's up to friends/relatives to notice and stop it.
Basically a fic following a relationship going wrong and then an intervention by the people who care about EACH of them. Would especially like to see some protective!little brother Ludwig, worried big sister!Ukraine and Mangary in here.
Bonuses:
- Happy-ish ending, fem!Prussia moves on, Ivan gets some therapy maybe
- putting this as a bonus because I really do want to emphasise it, like to see both sides of the story, please don't straight out villainise Ivan. He's a guy with severe issues but not complete evil
- the big wake up call is when Prussia gets pregnant and realises there's no way in hell they could raise a baby together
At first everything is fine, going well, but slowly, surely, Ivan starts to go off the rails (for some reason) and the relationship turns steadily more and more violent.
As the two move towards steadily mutual destruction (because you got to admit, if Ivan started fem!Prussia would hit right back, please don't make her the 'cowering beaten wife' in this) it's up to friends/relatives to notice and stop it.
Basically a fic following a relationship going wrong and then an intervention by the people who care about EACH of them. Would especially like to see some protective!little brother Ludwig, worried big sister!Ukraine and Mangary in here.
Bonuses:
- Happy-ish ending, fem!Prussia moves on, Ivan gets some therapy maybe
- putting this as a bonus because I really do want to emphasise it, like to see both sides of the story, please don't straight out villainise Ivan. He's a guy with severe issues but not complete evil
- the big wake up call is when Prussia gets pregnant and realises there's no way in hell they could raise a baby together
You know that fic in which Estonia is wanted by all the other nations? I want the same thing happening to Russia. Everybody thinks he's scary and run away from him till one day it gets out he's never been topped before and longs for it (in secret, of course, and a bit afraid of it too). Everybody finds this incredibly hot and want to take Russia's virginity, so they court him, grope him and behave just like in that other fic with Estonia. (Russia has had sex before, just never as the bottom)
But Russia is still one scary bulk of a man, so the flirting attempts are, in some cases, tinted with barely concealed wariness and even fear, or a dark past with him looming over (Poland, Prussia, America, etc).
-If there's a winner, I want it to be passionate and sweet, even if the nation at first just wants to have sex with him to brag about it, they end up wanting to give him tenderness, pleasure and love <3
Bonus. The Baltics participate and are one of the most insistent.
Bonus. The only ones not interested in this are the girls, who are Russia's allies or maybe want a threesome with him and another guyXD (this also means ALL the guys are interested, even the ones already paired off)
if there's a winner, preferably Latvia, America, Cuba, Spain or Prussia
But Russia is still one scary bulk of a man, so the flirting attempts are, in some cases, tinted with barely concealed wariness and even fear, or a dark past with him looming over (Poland, Prussia, America, etc).
-If there's a winner, I want it to be passionate and sweet, even if the nation at first just wants to have sex with him to brag about it, they end up wanting to give him tenderness, pleasure and love <3
Bonus. The Baltics participate and are one of the most insistent.
Bonus. The only ones not interested in this are the girls, who are Russia's allies or maybe want a threesome with him and another guyXD (this also means ALL the guys are interested, even the ones already paired off)
if there's a winner, preferably Latvia, America, Cuba, Spain or Prussia
Seconding for the bottom!Russia~
The Snow Lady or Yuki-onna (Wikipedia article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuki_onna) is a well-known Japanese spirit who's described as beautiful but frightening. Some tales depict her as evil or even a vampiric creature, but there's one in which she spares the life of a man on the condition that he not tell anyone about this incident (you can read what happens after that at the aforementioned Wikipedia article).
What I'd love to see is a retelling of that latter tale with Japan as the Snow Lady and any other character as the man he spares.
Bonus: The story somehow has a happy ending. Because I remember reading one version that had just that, and I love happy endings.
What I'd love to see is a retelling of that latter tale with Japan as the Snow Lady and any other character as the man he spares.
Bonus: The story somehow has a happy ending. Because I remember reading one version that had just that, and I love happy endings.
I started writing this immediately after OP posted, but I accidentally lost it when I was almost completed. I had to rewrite it entirely....I think it's actually better in some places, but I'm still very :/ about losing the original draft.
Anyways, this prompt was too good to pass up so yes, 1800+ words rewritten all at once so I wouldn't lose the details. AFTER THIS, I'M GOING OUT TO SNUGGLE KITTIES AND HAVE ICE CREAM, OR SOMETHING.
The title is from what the yuki-onna was named in the tale.
--
Everything surrounding him is white, save for the pale blue strip of sky. He is snow-blinded, rime gathers in his brows and frost in his lashes. His leg is twisted beneath him, useless. It's too painful to drag himself down, or even move.
The sun turns everything brilliant until there is just a white haze beyond.
Not by fire, but by ice, he thinks. He tries to think of the rest of the poem, but his mind is too hazy.
He doesn't remember much, only barely the path he has taken here, and his footprints slowly being devoured by the winds.
He's been to the springs of Hokkaido, to far off shrines and the lights of Tokyo. Today is his last day of the trip, and perhaps, his life. By the time the sun goes down it will be too cold and only a matter of time before his heart beats backwards, stops.
He wonders if this is what Asphodel feels like. A monochrome, numbed, non-feeling. A pale, wispy single string left to life. He has never done anything so vile as the be banished to Tartarus. It was Dante who exiled the deepest pits of hell to ice, not the Greeks.
In the corner of his eye he notices a splotch of black coming closer. He turns his head, and winces with the effort.
Someone is there, a specter, he thinks. His guide has surely long abandoned him, or returned to find help.
The kimono is white and gauzy, icicles hang from the sleeves. The walks upon the snow with no sound, as if he is floating. His skin is pale, as pale as the snow around him, even ethereally so. His hair is dark, in the way of the Japanese, and in a bowl cut with sharp, flat bangs. The kimono is tied loose enough that he can see his collarbone, his neck.
A fever dream, a snow mirage.
I am dying he thinks.
The specter bends and brushes the sleeve across him. His gaze is unlike anything Herakles has felt. The gaze reflects the esoteric knowledge of centuries, of fallen civilizations and the new lands that came in their stead.
"You're beautiful," the specter murmurs. "So warm...."
Herakles wants to reply you're beautiful too. but his throat is swollen and dry; he can't get a word out. His gaze is hypnotic, enthralling. Herakles can't look away from his dark almond-shaped eyes with all their mystery. There even seems a hint of sadness in their depths. He thinks he would do anything for him, anything he asks. When the specter looks away, the feeling lessens, but the mark of it is still there, like a brand cold under his skin.
The specter bends and for a minute seems to consider kissing him. He tries to part his chapped, frost-covered lips. That simple act is painful.
Instead the specter touches the side of his neck. The feel of the specter's fingers on him fills him with the heat of wanting, and then steals the warmth, like touching metal. It is colder than the snow around him, unimaginably chilling.
"No, much too beautiful," the specter murmurs. "I'll let you survive, but you must never tell anyone about me."
When he wakes it is not the cold, ascetic white of the mountain, but the sterile whiteness of a hospital. His leg is set. He is mostly unharmed by frostbite, save for a mark on his neck which mystifies the doctors.
It resembles the brush of fingers.
*
Anyways, this prompt was too good to pass up so yes, 1800+ words rewritten all at once so I wouldn't lose the details. AFTER THIS, I'M GOING OUT TO SNUGGLE KITTIES AND HAVE ICE CREAM, OR SOMETHING.
The title is from what the yuki-onna was named in the tale.
--
Everything surrounding him is white, save for the pale blue strip of sky. He is snow-blinded, rime gathers in his brows and frost in his lashes. His leg is twisted beneath him, useless. It's too painful to drag himself down, or even move.
The sun turns everything brilliant until there is just a white haze beyond.
Not by fire, but by ice, he thinks. He tries to think of the rest of the poem, but his mind is too hazy.
He doesn't remember much, only barely the path he has taken here, and his footprints slowly being devoured by the winds.
He's been to the springs of Hokkaido, to far off shrines and the lights of Tokyo. Today is his last day of the trip, and perhaps, his life. By the time the sun goes down it will be too cold and only a matter of time before his heart beats backwards, stops.
He wonders if this is what Asphodel feels like. A monochrome, numbed, non-feeling. A pale, wispy single string left to life. He has never done anything so vile as the be banished to Tartarus. It was Dante who exiled the deepest pits of hell to ice, not the Greeks.
In the corner of his eye he notices a splotch of black coming closer. He turns his head, and winces with the effort.
Someone is there, a specter, he thinks. His guide has surely long abandoned him, or returned to find help.
The kimono is white and gauzy, icicles hang from the sleeves. The walks upon the snow with no sound, as if he is floating. His skin is pale, as pale as the snow around him, even ethereally so. His hair is dark, in the way of the Japanese, and in a bowl cut with sharp, flat bangs. The kimono is tied loose enough that he can see his collarbone, his neck.
A fever dream, a snow mirage.
I am dying he thinks.
The specter bends and brushes the sleeve across him. His gaze is unlike anything Herakles has felt. The gaze reflects the esoteric knowledge of centuries, of fallen civilizations and the new lands that came in their stead.
"You're beautiful," the specter murmurs. "So warm...."
Herakles wants to reply you're beautiful too. but his throat is swollen and dry; he can't get a word out. His gaze is hypnotic, enthralling. Herakles can't look away from his dark almond-shaped eyes with all their mystery. There even seems a hint of sadness in their depths. He thinks he would do anything for him, anything he asks. When the specter looks away, the feeling lessens, but the mark of it is still there, like a brand cold under his skin.
The specter bends and for a minute seems to consider kissing him. He tries to part his chapped, frost-covered lips. That simple act is painful.
Instead the specter touches the side of his neck. The feel of the specter's fingers on him fills him with the heat of wanting, and then steals the warmth, like touching metal. It is colder than the snow around him, unimaginably chilling.
"No, much too beautiful," the specter murmurs. "I'll let you survive, but you must never tell anyone about me."
When he wakes it is not the cold, ascetic white of the mountain, but the sterile whiteness of a hospital. His leg is set. He is mostly unharmed by frostbite, save for a mark on his neck which mystifies the doctors.
It resembles the brush of fingers.
*
England/colonial!America and Anyone/America; Why America Has Such Poor English
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)The reason why America starting speaking poor English in the first place? Everytime he did, Arthur would always spank some sense into him while talking dirty in proper English. At first he doesn't realize how much he enjoys it, until all he ends up using is proper English.
Could be set historically, or you could show the repercussions of it (flashbacks, etc.) in present day, or both.
America doesn't have to be with England in current times, he can be with anyone really (though my preferences are Russia or England, really, with bottom!America).
Bonus--
-England discovers why on his own.
-They do the same thing in current days as a roleplay kind of thing.
-America ended up with a bit of a spanking kink when he grew up and became independent.
Could be set historically, or you could show the repercussions of it (flashbacks, etc.) in present day, or both.
America doesn't have to be with England in current times, he can be with anyone really (though my preferences are Russia or England, really, with bottom!America).
Bonus--
-England discovers why on his own.
-They do the same thing in current days as a roleplay kind of thing.
-America ended up with a bit of a spanking kink when he grew up and became independent.
... I think that nosebleed thing must be true, but I'm getting a strange tingle. XD
Re: England/colonial!America and Anyone/America; Why America Has Such Poor English
(Anonymous) - 2010-08-21 01:27 (UTC) - ExpandSlight AU.
Canada is the gay roommate, with Prussia. Prussia is totally in the closet, but doesn't realize it till Canada brings another guy home.
Canada is the gay roommate, with Prussia. Prussia is totally in the closet, but doesn't realize it till Canada brings another guy home.
Seconded for now, but may fill
Germany and Italy both have wet dreams and wake up with morning wood in the same bed. Awkwardness ensues... since at this point they are "just friends."
Bonus points for them dreaming about each other and sexy times, but not necessarily needed.
Bonus points for them dreaming about each other and sexy times, but not necessarily needed.
THIRDED~!
Gilbert is the host of the Hetalia Radio Show, an open-forum caller-friendly super-special discussion of the world's problems (like NPR |D). Yeah, er anyway. Callers ring in and ask stupid questions.
Bonus buttons:
1) Lots and lots of prank calls.
2) Lots and lots of prank calls made by FrUK.
3)...Including audio porn.
Thank you for your call. =)
Bonus buttons:
1) Lots and lots of prank calls.
2) Lots and lots of prank calls made by FrUK.
3)...Including audio porn.
Thank you for your call. =)
[Author!Anon hopes that OP forgives her for if instead of it being the Hetalia Radio Show, Gilbert is actually filling in as a guest host on France's radio show... because Gilbert giving love advice is like... pffft.]
"... so, in short, what I'm asking is how do I explain my sock fetish to my girlfriend? I have a shitload of sock porn made by some friends of mine and I really wanna explain the situation to her before she 'accidentally' finds it."
Gilbert stared at the red blinking light momentarily.
"...hello?"
See on the radio, even five seconds of silence can seem pretty damn awkward, Gilbert cleared his throat, preparing to respond.
"Uh... well, 'Mr.Mycocklikessocks' you're gonna have to explain that to her pretty damn soon. Like, seriously, when she finds the porn, she'll like strip you of all your socks! Dude, what if she takes that fuzzy pink one you were telling me about earlier? Not awesome! So, man up and go tell her!"
"Thanks dude!"
Gilbert hung up and pressed the next red blinking button.
"Yo caller! You're the air speaking with the Awesomeness himself!" Prussia always automatically assumed everyone knew who he was.
"Yeah... I was wondering since you were dead and everything... are you like a zombie or something? Cause, you know, zombies are scary shit... and like Japan was saying how zombies can alive and dead at the same time..."
"Yo America! How do you feel about an awesome zombie banging you're little brother!?"
"WHAT THE FU-"
Prussia ended the call and smirked. Okay... so all he did was visit Mattie's house for pancakes but, hell, America didn't need to know that, now, did he? Especially after calling him a zombie.
"Next caller, you're on the air."
"KEKKON, KEKKON, KEKKO-"
And Prussia promptly pressed the button again before shouting in the mike, "It's 'Prussia' with a 'P' not Russia!"
Prussia sighed and leaned back in his chair gazing up at the ceiling above him. He wondered how Francis managed to run this show on a weekly basis, half the callers were retarded and the other half were prank callers... well, except that guy with the sock fetish... he was pretty chill.
"Before the Awesomeness takes the next call, I would like to say that I hope a little of my awesomeness, which being broadcast via radio-waves has reached you guys tonight and made you all a little awesomer. Okay~ Next caller, you're on the air!"
"I-I'll see yer arse to Davy Jones for wha' ya said about m'boy," came the drunken slur.
"Mon cheri... you have drunk far too much... not that I mind~", Prussia could almost see Francis's face at the moment,"But you are besmirching the image of my radio show of love..."
Prussia thought he had BESMIRCHED Francis's show sufficiently enough already.
"SHADDUP, YA DAMN FROG! 'e was talkin' badly about... w-waz his name again?
Prussia honestly couldn't have asked for a better duo to call in, honestly, these two could like start a comedy act or something. Of course, if he started a comedy act it would be way more awesome than theirs.
"Canada, mon cheri."
"R-right..."
Prussia suddenly noticed to other lines that were blinking as well. Having an awesome intuition, Prussia totally knew who they were. He quickly added them in.
Aww... the whole family together, this was going to be interesting.
[Part 2 should be up tomorrow.]]
"... so, in short, what I'm asking is how do I explain my sock fetish to my girlfriend? I have a shitload of sock porn made by some friends of mine and I really wanna explain the situation to her before she 'accidentally' finds it."
Gilbert stared at the red blinking light momentarily.
"...hello?"
See on the radio, even five seconds of silence can seem pretty damn awkward, Gilbert cleared his throat, preparing to respond.
"Uh... well, 'Mr.Mycocklikessocks' you're gonna have to explain that to her pretty damn soon. Like, seriously, when she finds the porn, she'll like strip you of all your socks! Dude, what if she takes that fuzzy pink one you were telling me about earlier? Not awesome! So, man up and go tell her!"
"Thanks dude!"
Gilbert hung up and pressed the next red blinking button.
"Yo caller! You're the air speaking with the Awesomeness himself!" Prussia always automatically assumed everyone knew who he was.
"Yeah... I was wondering since you were dead and everything... are you like a zombie or something? Cause, you know, zombies are scary shit... and like Japan was saying how zombies can alive and dead at the same time..."
"Yo America! How do you feel about an awesome zombie banging you're little brother!?"
"WHAT THE FU-"
Prussia ended the call and smirked. Okay... so all he did was visit Mattie's house for pancakes but, hell, America didn't need to know that, now, did he? Especially after calling him a zombie.
"Next caller, you're on the air."
"KEKKON, KEKKON, KEKKO-"
And Prussia promptly pressed the button again before shouting in the mike, "It's 'Prussia' with a 'P' not Russia!"
Prussia sighed and leaned back in his chair gazing up at the ceiling above him. He wondered how Francis managed to run this show on a weekly basis, half the callers were retarded and the other half were prank callers... well, except that guy with the sock fetish... he was pretty chill.
"Before the Awesomeness takes the next call, I would like to say that I hope a little of my awesomeness, which being broadcast via radio-waves has reached you guys tonight and made you all a little awesomer. Okay~ Next caller, you're on the air!"
"I-I'll see yer arse to Davy Jones for wha' ya said about m'boy," came the drunken slur.
"Mon cheri... you have drunk far too much... not that I mind~", Prussia could almost see Francis's face at the moment,"But you are besmirching the image of my radio show of love..."
Prussia thought he had BESMIRCHED Francis's show sufficiently enough already.
"SHADDUP, YA DAMN FROG! 'e was talkin' badly about... w-waz his name again?
Prussia honestly couldn't have asked for a better duo to call in, honestly, these two could like start a comedy act or something. Of course, if he started a comedy act it would be way more awesome than theirs.
"Canada, mon cheri."
"R-right..."
Prussia suddenly noticed to other lines that were blinking as well. Having an awesome intuition, Prussia totally knew who they were. He quickly added them in.
Aww... the whole family together, this was going to be interesting.
[Part 2 should be up tomorrow.]]
America hates hockey season cause the bitter rivelry between his lover, Russia and Brother, Canada makes the cold war seem like a small disagreement. He espcailly hates it when they make him pick a side.
Oh Jesus Christ, America thought, walking into his living room. Not goddamn this again. He had wanted to watch basketball, for the love of God.
His furniture was comfortable and big; two red La-Z-Boy chairs and an overstuffed black leather couch took up most of the room. What space left free after that was dedicated to a coffee table laden with food (beer, chips, dip, so on) and his fucking awesome fifty-two inch flat screen and the accompanying sound system, gaming systems, and DVD player. England said that his TV was too big and France said that he had no taste, and Poland said he was "like, compensating for something". But they were all loosers: his TV was the perfect size and his living room was comfortable and cozy and his dick was fine.
Only his living room wasn't comfortable now. On one end of his couch his brother sat. On the other, Russia. Normally this would be fine: America would sit in between them and they would have a great night drinking beer and watching sports. Then Canada would leave and he and Russia would have really great sex.
But it was hockey season and so, of course, that what what was blaring on the TV. Fucking hockey. It was a fun, violent sport that America was usually content to watch. But the room was absolutely frigid and the look on Russia's face made America want to renew the mutual destruction policy. Canada's look wasn't much better, and both of them were looking at him.
Choose my team, their faces said, My team is the best. Choose my fucking team.
America opened his bottle of beer, grabbed the remote, and changed took a calm sip of his Molson (he did not buy any goddamn Molson and yet that was all that there was in his fridge. Canadians.) as the channel he had changed to came back from commercial. His two companions stared in horror at the people hunched over sewing machines and poking at models which was suddenly in place of their sport. Then their gazes slid, in tandem, to stare at him.
"Alfred," Canada said, "What the hell?"
America drank more beer. He had seen this episode of Project Runway already; the blond made a diaper. Reruns. America switched the channel again, this time a young couple looking around a house. The rooms were small, but the real estate agent was really trying to sell it. House Hunters wasn't his favorite, but he would deal.
"Alfred," Russia said, "Why are we watching this? There is a hockey game, da?"
God, but the wife was really a whiny bitch in this one, America thought. She thought she was going to get a huge bathroom and a walk-in closet? Not likely, America thought. He couldn't stand to watch House Hunters when the wife was so irritating, though. Another channel change, and predictably as soon as Canada saw the Disney logo he growled and stomped out of the room.
Yeah, and take your goddamn Molson Canadian with you, America thought. He looked over to Russia, who was staring at the Jonas Brothers with what was a very nice mix of irritation and horror. He turned, and since he looked like he was going to start a fight about it America rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue in Russia's mouth.
No more fucking hockey, America thought as he palmed Russia's dick through his pants aggressively, Not worth it at all.
This is really short. D: Someone who knows something about hockey should write a better, longer version.
PS, America defeats people with the Disney Channel all the time,but no one talks about it because it's too traumatizing.
His furniture was comfortable and big; two red La-Z-Boy chairs and an overstuffed black leather couch took up most of the room. What space left free after that was dedicated to a coffee table laden with food (beer, chips, dip, so on) and his fucking awesome fifty-two inch flat screen and the accompanying sound system, gaming systems, and DVD player. England said that his TV was too big and France said that he had no taste, and Poland said he was "like, compensating for something". But they were all loosers: his TV was the perfect size and his living room was comfortable and cozy and his dick was fine.
Only his living room wasn't comfortable now. On one end of his couch his brother sat. On the other, Russia. Normally this would be fine: America would sit in between them and they would have a great night drinking beer and watching sports. Then Canada would leave and he and Russia would have really great sex.
But it was hockey season and so, of course, that what what was blaring on the TV. Fucking hockey. It was a fun, violent sport that America was usually content to watch. But the room was absolutely frigid and the look on Russia's face made America want to renew the mutual destruction policy. Canada's look wasn't much better, and both of them were looking at him.
Choose my team, their faces said, My team is the best. Choose my fucking team.
America opened his bottle of beer, grabbed the remote, and changed took a calm sip of his Molson (he did not buy any goddamn Molson and yet that was all that there was in his fridge. Canadians.) as the channel he had changed to came back from commercial. His two companions stared in horror at the people hunched over sewing machines and poking at models which was suddenly in place of their sport. Then their gazes slid, in tandem, to stare at him.
"Alfred," Canada said, "What the hell?"
America drank more beer. He had seen this episode of Project Runway already; the blond made a diaper. Reruns. America switched the channel again, this time a young couple looking around a house. The rooms were small, but the real estate agent was really trying to sell it. House Hunters wasn't his favorite, but he would deal.
"Alfred," Russia said, "Why are we watching this? There is a hockey game, da?"
God, but the wife was really a whiny bitch in this one, America thought. She thought she was going to get a huge bathroom and a walk-in closet? Not likely, America thought. He couldn't stand to watch House Hunters when the wife was so irritating, though. Another channel change, and predictably as soon as Canada saw the Disney logo he growled and stomped out of the room.
Yeah, and take your goddamn Molson Canadian with you, America thought. He looked over to Russia, who was staring at the Jonas Brothers with what was a very nice mix of irritation and horror. He turned, and since he looked like he was going to start a fight about it America rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue in Russia's mouth.
No more fucking hockey, America thought as he palmed Russia's dick through his pants aggressively, Not worth it at all.
This is really short. D: Someone who knows something about hockey should write a better, longer version.
PS, America defeats people with the Disney Channel all the time,
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