hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

I am /not/ pushing this on anon. I just figured it be nice if I could help you :) sorry if I come off as pushy and please feel free to do whatever you want with it.

I LOVE her asylum idea! May I added haunted houses?

http://www.hauntedhamilton.com/gotw_hullhouse.html

http://books.google.com/books?id=gE4P1bhDCB4C&pg=PA27&lpg=PA27&dq=illinois+devil+related+stories&source=bl&ots=C1FdV7glMP&sig=J5U585wLcCLZDnVhu1pFwvxZed8&hl=en&ei=fNqrTKSoIMG9nAfX8YDiDA&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=5&ved=0CCMQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&q&f=false

^^ seems a bit long and all but it says something on the devil and IL right away!
I found this especially great apparently the devil has /chairs/ everywhere:
Peck Cemetery, near Cerro Gordo, Illinois, has a Devil's Chair of its own. This one was supposedly erected by satanists, to give the devil a place to sit and observe their antics after they'd summoned him. Peck Cemetery, near Cerro Gordo, Illinois, has a Devil's Chair of its own. This one was supposedly erected by satanists, to give the devil a place to sit and observe their antics after they'd summoned him. (Reports are mum on whether or not he enjoyed a cold beer during the show.) There are a string of legends surrounding it, including that anyone who has dared to sit in the chair has died within a year thereafter. Supposedly, it's always several degrees colder in the cemetery, and people who have ventured there at night have been driven away by robe-wearing figures. BUSBYS CHAIR OMG is that how England found out??? Website/other chairs found here: http://firefox.org/news/articles/777/1/The-Devil039s-Stuff/Page1.html I cant get the image of England finding out that his chair is the devils and that the devil is al...and that leads to a confrintation...annnnd >.<; YOUR STORIES TO GOOD

So thats it. Umm please do feel free to add anything! Its just I felt a bit guilty asking but not giving >.<;

This is really... I dunno. Not exactly sweet, but not exactly sad. It ends up making me all teary eyed, but sort of smiling. And now I don't know who to be more sorry for... I really love it.

Lords and Ladies

Chapter Two, Continued

Francis greeted her. Ha! She gave him an unimpressed look. They bowed and curtsied. Francis must have asked her to dance because they headed to the dance floor.

Why did Francis even bother with marrying another noble? Did he remember anything from the French Revolution? The Ancien Regime was not going to work anymore, no matter how hard the nobles wanted it to.

He watched them dance. Arthur bit his tongue. He needed to control his temper, especially after he attempted to throw a vase at Francis. He could not help it if his urchin instincts still existed.

Francis looked happy with Louise. She still looked bored.

Arthur snickered. Gilbert told them that Louise was as stubborn as him. Maybe he did not have to worry after all. But he was still mad that Francis wanted to marry her. She might have been rich and possessed tits to rival Katerina Braginsky, but Arthur was firing cannons during Trafalgar while she was probably at home sipping tea.

He was sulking like a little bitch and he knew it.

Louise and Francis switched dance partners. Who was that? Arthur had never seen Louise's dance partner before. Was he new to court? Judging by the excitement on his face, he was probably new. Poor sod had no idea about court.

One song was finished. An applause followed.

Francis was beside him again.

"So, you think you've wooed her or something?"

"It will only be a matter of time," Arthur still could not figure out how Gilbert was convinced to betroth Louise.

"My lords and ladies," Lord Edelstein got everyone's attention. "Lady Louise has an announcement."

Louise was by Edelstein's side. Her eyes were searching for someone in the crowd.

"After much thought and careful consideration I have chosen a man to be my husband."

Commotion erupted among the crowd.

Francis had that smug and confident look on his face. Arthur rolled his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to see Francis humiliated.

"The future Duke of Beilschmidt, selected with my best intentions, is Lord Feliciano di Vargas."

Wait.

What?

Who?

Then the man he saw dancing with Louise earlier stepped towards her. Arthur swore he heard Feliciano's footsteps echo in the silent room.

That skinny thing somehow had a better military reputation than Ivan Braginsky? More prestige than Berwald Oxenstierna? Even more charm than Francis?

"Um, ciao," Feliciano waved to everyone.

Arthur was not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

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The French Revolution: I'm not an accurate source for history, but the French Revolution lasted from 1789-94 until Napoleon took over. The French Revolution's aims were to gain equality and end monarchy. Despite noble roots, it eventually degenerated and France became a dictatorship under Robespierre who was later executed.

As far as the story's concerned, all of the characters aged 20 or older have known and heard of it while it was happening.

Ancien Regime: Basically, the social system in Europe, divided into three estates. The first estate consisted of the clergymen, second the nobility, and third was everyone else. You were born and died in your estate. The first and second estates were given special privileges such as having their own courts, allowed to carry weapons, exempt from certain taxes, and so on. The France Revolution attempted to end it. After Napoleon fell, the Ancien Regime was reinstated.

On Arthur's thought process: Why is he critical about the nobility? Besides knowing about the French Revolution and their objectives, England has had the Glorious Revolution which was a step toward English democracy and ended the absolute rule of English monarchs which was far more earlier than any other European country.

Trafalgar: Napoleon, more or less, had Europe under control. All he needed was Britain. To conquer Britain, he sent a navy to take them over in 1805. The naval battle that occurred was called the Battle of Trafalgar. The English won.

Arthur would have been thirteen at the time of the battle. At that point, he joined the army with a fake age because he had few other options in life.

Somehow, the endnotes are still not enough to explain who Arthur is.

Writer!Anon is so glad OP loves it (really, I'm ashamed to have uploaded a chapter with so many mistakes D:)

Anon is getting a beta so that OP can enjoy a better quality as well.

I hope you enojoy the future chapters because the funny ride is just starting.

"Has anyone seen my Chair?" Alfred asked the kids. A chorus of 'no's surrounded him. He sulked, making his way to the meeting room. He heard yelling and peeked in to see a rather bewildered Russia sitting on the remains of a very familiar chair.

"RUSSIA!" He yelled, bursting into the room, "WHAT WERE YOU DOING SITTING ON MY CHAIR?!"

"Oh, Hello Comrade~" Russia smiled innocently, "I just thought your chair was looking more comfortable than usual. So I decided to try it out."

"Oh~" Alfred nodded, smiling at him cheerfully, "Next time wait for me to get here first and ask me Okay?"

That was hot. Seriously. And Germany at the end? I awwwed so much. <3

I would love to see a sequel to this :]

it was hattest right? I knew it was hättest D:

thanks! It actually makes me feel confident about my german :D

phonful comrades What is it Captcha?

An American Anon here! Did you know we have something called a fanny-pack? It is pack that straps around the waist and is ment to be worn over your butt, but most people who own one (that I've seen) wear it so it is just below their stomach, making them look like they are fat in a really awkward way. It is taboo amoung teens to own/know someone who owns one where I live. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at one with a straight face ever again xD

Stones? What? :I I don't really understand our own system (I get confused because in science classes and half the time in math we use metrics while everywhere else we use 'our' system, whatever it's called) but stones... I have no idea.

When you are use to driving on the right side of a larger road, driving on smaller road on the wro- I mean left side is scary...

If you ever continue this anouther difference you could do is cricket. I had a teacher from England and he always would lecture us on how amazing cricket is. All I got from his lectures is that it is apparently similar to baseball but completely different and better. Every time he talked about it I always got an image of bugs playing baseball.

Anyways, I really enjoyed this!

Oh Alfred, you are too adorable really. Even when your the devil incarnate.

And yeah I wanted you to be more evil. But I also like seeing your other side occassionaly. And don't deny that you have one, we know you do.

Where? I really have no idea. For some reason the concentration camps came into mind at the moment during WWII.

But if you have, and can fill, those other requests then I have no problem waiting.

Yeah, no. My thought process was at first she caught him off guard, and then he was just like "CAN'T HURT A GIRL, I'MMA ~~LET YOU FINISH~~ HERO!". I based the scene off of watching one of my friends, who barely hits a hundred pounds, and is maybe 5'2", tackle my two hundred pound, 6'0" friend to the ground because he wasn't paying attention.

SHE'S NOT A SUE, -sob-, I HOPE.

I SHOULD EXPLAIN STUFF BETTER, I KNOW.

I'm glad you like it~

Halos and harps... *SULK!*

I might do that...

I shall do my best OP!

...
Captcha say: praccula and
it wants me to deal with Romania?

I must say: out of all the points of view you've written, I think Arthur's was my favorite. his snarky wistfulness, the way he's so self-aware and self-conscious...

also. that part with him and alfred and that two-faced comment. MADE ME LOL LIKE AN IDIOT, K

I love this story so much. Please please please keep going!

Also! American anon
Dear lord. Not FANNY PACKS. Abominations. They make you look like a tourist or just completely fashion-hopeless.
The metric system is a lot easier to use in Science because it's easier to convert between different units with it but it is pretty confusing at first, especially if you have no visual for how big the units actually are. I don't really know what stones are either, tho isn't it 14 pounds to every stone?
If I remember correctly, in Britain they used to drive on the right side too and they used to have the same measurement system as us, but the rest of Europe didn't so they eventually gave in and followed suit. We have yet to give in but it's entirely possible we will eventually switch to the metric system. Maybe.
Uh, I don't know why you got the idea that cricket is like baseball because it really isn't. I don't really know the rules, but you stick little wire hoops (called gate) into the ground and then hit a little wooden ball with a wooden mallet to try and get it through the gates. It's more like miniature golf then baseball, really.

... NORTH ITALY? ... GREECE? ... POLA-

I'll stop... BUT I WON'T STOP READING! I'm soooo interested in this author!anon! I really need a fic like this. I've seen so much wank and character bashing and ship bashing and whatnot, it's so good to read a lovely fill like this... Can't wait to see the continuation!

It had been almost a week. Not that Gilbert was keeping track, he just tended to remember when Really Fucking Awesome things happened. His not-relationship with Feliks was one of those Really Fucking Awesome things. He grinned and leaned over, burying his cold nose in Feliks’ neck.

Feliks yelped and twisted away in Gilbert’s arms. Gilbert grinned. Feliks looked adorable when he was angry and glaring. Just so cute!

Gilbert kissed his nose and Feliks squawked, making angry sounds. Gilbert just grinned and ruffled Feliks’ blond hair. This, of course, produced more squawking. It was, endearing, in a horribly sappy way. And to think that Gilbert could have gone his whole life without knowing how awesome his roommate looked when annoyed or how his nose got all scrunched up when he sneezed short, petite, silent sneezes. He kept learning things.

“Would you like stop doing that,” Feliks demanded, frantically patting down his hair. “You’re going to make it all fluffy.”

Like that Feliks’ hair wasn’t like his own at all or even Ludwig’s hair. It wasn’t straight and sleek, despite how it always looked. No, Gilbert had discovered one morning, after a shower, that Feliks’ hair dried in fluffy puffs, like a cloud of pale gold or something. It was such an odd texture. Thick, full, but also fine, and it tangled oh so easily.

“So?” Gilbert demanded, running his fingers through Feliks’ hair. He liked doing that. Feliks liked it enough to allow it, even though it messed up his hair. Gilbert liked trying to make it fluffy.

“So? You’re going to mess up my hair,” Feliks said, crossing his arms. Feliks looked so adorable like that, all mad and—fuck. When did he become Antonio? This was not allowed to happen. Ever.

“Feliks,” Gilbert said tilting Feliks chin towards him.

Feliks looked at him.

“Shut up.”

And he kissed him.

Gilbert watched from his spot on Feliks’ bed as Feliks deliberated between two outfits.

“You’re going out tonight?” Gilbert asked, setting his book down. He hadn’t finished the assignment for his class yet. Of course, neither had Feliks. But that wasn’t anything new.

“Like duh,” Feliks said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. There was the obvious choice of Feliks’ unfinished homework.

“I mean besides homework, I’ll just do that tomorrow,” Feliks said, looking between the two dresses. Gilbert glared. He wasn’t supposed to be the easy one to read. That was Feliks’ spot.

“I don’t see why you have to go out partying,” Gilbert drawled, leaning against the wall. He eyed Feliks’ backside. It was a nice view, he decided. He should take photos. Oh but then Francis would know and Gilbert wasn’t planning on relinquishing something that was driving Francis slowly insane. Not that it was Gilbert’s choice, exactly. No, that was decided by Feliks.

“Look,” Feliks said, whirling around. “I like have a life outside of you. Now you can either sit at home and whine or come out and join me.” Gilbert considered it. Partying had the potential to be highly amusing. But his set of physics short answer questions about circular momentum were unfinished, as was his calculus review. He had a reading on blackbody radiation that he needed to read as well.

“Look, even your brother goes out every now and then,” Feliks said. Oh, so Gilbert was going to be convinced, was he? Well this could be a fun game to play.

“Ludwig’s a sociology major,” Gilbert said with a smirk. “That’s entirely different.”

“Yeah, and I’m like a math major,” Feliks said. “And I go out.”

“There’s a calculus midterm next week,” Gilbert stated. There was. But he was awesome and was going to ace it, just like he fucking aced the last test.

“Ah the teacher liked moved it,” Feliks said with a little hairflip. “It’s two weeks from Thursday now.”

Well damn. Still Gilbert wanted to stay in the room, maybe spend the evening looking at Feliks’ ass in those tights, and nothing else. It’d be awesome to tease him if he was just wearing those tights. That could be sexy.

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Dude! I'm so sorry at like the lack of updates. I was going to do a long chapter but it ended right before they were going to do something. So I was all, let's do more than 2,000 words but then I like didn't write more but I have been and yeah. mini update

I should make this read And He's like So Annoying Part 9 a but this is the 2nd time posting (why I can't change in to anon once I've posted I don't know...)
But yeah and it's like 1:49 am...
included scestles
Captcha is weird man.

IT'S OKAY ANONWRITER. YOUR AWESOMENESS CAN COVER THE LACK OF UPDATES ♥

This. Was. So. Cute. I effing love ittt <3333 Gilbert and Fliks are so adorable I keep smiling to myself everytime I read your fic ♥

You're the freakin' best. Ily♥

I'm loving this story <3

uh.. I think moving might be a good idea but please leave a link here too so we can follow it!

A/N: I hope this is an acceptable beginning OP. I hope to get to more of the details in your request in the next part. This is meant to take place sometime after Canada comes to live with England, but before the events leading up to the American Revolution. I imagine the boys to be 15-ish maybe? Old enough to have some idea of what they`re doing (especially Canada, thank you France), but still young enough for it all to be new and strange.

Just FYI, this is my own brave attempt at a fill, but I certainly would never discourage anyone else from submitting their own response, should they be so inspired.

If Walls Had Ears (and eyes and a bad habit of spying)

Part 1/?

America was already curled up in the middle of the bed by the time Canada finished taking off his breeches. He took the time to fold them up and set them on the wooden chair in the corner, America`s by contrast tossed in a messy pile on the floor. He shivered a little, pulling his nightshirt on quickly against the chill in the night-air. Winter would be there before they knew it which, he thought sadly, meant England would be leaving soon.

He cast a look at the huddled pile of blankets and colony on the bed. At least he and America could stay in the same house now. He loved France, but he`d been sad when France and England had separated them. The winters had been long and lonely, with the European going back to his house for them and leaving Canada alone. He suspected it had been the same for America, because England had made such a big deal about them living all together for good after he`d taken Canada away from France. He and America argued a lot and sometimes he missed his privacy, but at least he wouldn`t get left all alone anymore. England wasn`t that bad either, even if he wasn`t supposed to speak French in the house and even if the food tended to be black more often than not (covered with enough maple syrup it was mostly edible after all).

Canada yawned open-mouthed and headed to the bed, only to be sent sprawling on the floor when his legs tangled up in America`s discarded breeches.

“America!” He yelped, grabbing the breeches and shaking them angrily as he stood back up. “Pick these up before they kill someone!”

A tousled head peeped out from under the covers. “It`s not my fault you`re so slow! Hurry up and get in bed before the ghost gets you.”

Canada scowled and dropped the trousers back onto the floor. “Ghost? What are you talking about? And why can`t you ever take care of your own things?”

“Those are a decoy!” America protested. “And hurry up – but don`t get too close to the edge, cause that`s how they get you.”

“They?” Canada was bewildered. America`s face was all that could be seen, the blankets pulled up to his neck. It was set in that all-too familiar stubborn manner that meant America had decided on something and wouldn`t let anyone change his mind.

“The ghosts,” his brother insisted, and Canada realized he was being serious. “They hide under the bed and in the closet, and if you get too close to either after dark, they reach out and grab you and drag you into the underworld.”

“America…” Canada shook his head. “Who told you that?”

America`s face colored in the dark. “Netherlands,” he muttered sullenly. Canada`s scowl deepened.

“Didn`t England say we aren’t supposed to be talking to any other nations unless he`s there?” He watched America squirm deeper into the blankets, a sure admission of guilt.

“Maybe. Sorta.” America`s lip jutted out. “But it was only for a little while, and England was busy. Besides – “ his jaw set stubbornly, “ – what about that time France came over while England was gone? I didn`t remember you refusing to talk to him!”

Canada sighed. “Okay, okay. I won`t tell.” He looked at the bed, and at the darkness underneath of it. He didn`t really believe in ghosts but… it was awfully dark under there. There could be a mouse or something under it. He wished England didn`t insist on making Kumajirou outside. If the bear was inside with him, he would chase away any ~~gho~~ mice. “How am I supposed to get in the bed if I can`t walk too close to it?”

“You need to get a running start and jump in,” America answered, as if it were obvious and he couldn`t believe Canada hadn`t thought of it himself.

Canada looked at him skeptically before heaving another long sigh. He took a step back, readied himself, and leapt.

“Oof!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Canada found himself sprawled on top on his twin on the bed. They`d shared the same bed since he`d moved in with America and England, and it was getting too small to easily fit them both as they got bigger, but England hadn`t seemed to notice yet. He tended not to be very observational about that kind of thing. Rather than bother him, Canada often found himself letting down the hem on his own shirts and breeches, and he`d caught America doing the same. Some days Canada thought their heads were going to have to start scraping against the ceiling before England noticed.

The northern colony was distracted from his thoughts as a laughing America threw his arms around his neck.

“I knew you could do it,” crowed America. “Now we`re perfectly safe until morning.”

“Or until one of us needs to use the chamber pot,” Canada muttered, readying himself to roll off his twin and crawl under the covers. However, when he tried to, he found America still holding him tight.

“America,” he hissed, shooting a look towards the door. “Stop it. England said no horseplay before bed, remember? We`re supposed to be sleeping now, not playing games. We`ll get in trouble, so no wrestling.”

America`s arms loosened but didn`t pull away entirely, and his mouth pursed in a sulk. “I know. I just wanted a good night kiss,” he complained.

“Oh.” Canada felt stupid and mean. On one hand, he did feel they were getting too old for silly things like that, but America liked the affection, and it was such a little thing to indulge his brother with. “I`m – I`m sorry.”

America beamed up at him. “You`re forgiven,” he chirped, leaning up to plant a quick peck on Canada`s cheek, the dry touch of his lips just touching the corner of Canada`s own. Then his arms slipped away entirely as he slid out from underneath his brother and settled against the bed, contented.

With America no longer beneath him, Canada sank into the bed. But instead of drifting into sleep as he`d hoped to, he lay there feeling curious hot in the autumn night. He could feel the ghost of America`s lips brushing against his, like the echo of a spider`s web catching across one`s face. Try as he might to scrub the memory of it away, the phantom of the touch lingered.

“America…” Even the faint whisper of his voice seemed loud in the dark. He heard America`s answering murmur, a questing hum near his ear. The heat seemed to slip out of his limbs and pool in his stomach, leaving the tips of his fingers and toes cold and his insides a roiling mess. He thought back to those picture books of France`s, with the prince and the princess and the evil witch. Suddenly, that bit at the end didn`t seem so gross. “Can I – can I give you a real kiss?”

“Hm?” America`s head peeped back out again, and something in Canada jolted at the sight of the messy blond hair. He watched, entranced, as his brother yawned open-mouthed. “Wasn`t that a real kiss?”

“Yes but…” Canada hesitated. Embarrassment burned in his cheeks but it was waging a losing battle against this new, strange feeling in the young colony. “A kiss like adults give each other. I – I`d like to try it.”

“Oh?” Ears perked, America sat up. He liked to try new things, and he liked the idea of getting to try adult things even more. England was constantly telling him he couldn`t do this or that, because he was too young or not ready, and most of the time he had to argue to persuade Canada to join him in his England-defying ventures. The thought of his brother suggestion such a thing was exciting! Besides, even if it was an adult kiss, it was still just a kiss, and what was the harm in that?

“Come back down here,” Canada hissed, tugging on America`s arm to pull him back down to the mattress. His eyes flickered fearfully to the door. France always talked about love and kisses, and how they should both be given freely, but England wasn`t like France. He didn`t want to get in trouble for not being asleep, and he wanted even less for England to yell at him like he yelled at France. But – but if they were quiet, surely it would be okay.

He tugged America down, and threw the covers up over their heads. America`s breathing picked up and then slowed back down as he adjusted to the new darkness. Canada listened to it, and to the rapid beat of his own heart. His hands shook.

“Now?” America asked in a hushed whisper, unsure of how to go about this new kind of kissing, but eager to begin.

Awash in nerves, Canada surged forward too quickly, only to smash his nose into America`s chin. America`s cry was more surprise than pain and cut off quickly, but the embarrassment that washed through Canada was far worse. He attempted an immediate retreat.

“Sorry, sorry. This was a bad idea,” he whispered, a note of panic in his voice.

America grabbed him before he could fall off the edge of the bed in his flight. “Canada,” he whined plaintively. “Come on. I still wanna try. You can`t back out now. I mean, it was your idea, right?”

Canada winced. “Yes, but—“

“Please~?” America pleaded.

Something in America`s tone caused Canada`s stomach to twist, that odd feeling boiling up inside of him and pushing out any remaining embarrassment.

“Okay,” he responded, too quiet to be heard, and shuffled closer to America. Their legs tangled together and his hand searched for America`s cheek in the dark. It found it and rested lightly there, his fingers trembling slightly. Canada leaned forward and pressed their lips together, meeting directly now. Once, twice. On the third press, he opened his mouth slightly to nip lightly at America`s bottom lip.

He heard America`s breath catch sharply and felt his brother press up against his body. Had it always been this hot in October, he wondered deliriously. As if it had a mind of its own, his thumb stroked under America`s lip.

“Open your mouth a little,” he said, and wondered at the sound of his own voice. His wonderment only grew when America obeyed without a word. He leaned back in, their mouths meeting again, opening and closing against each other, and opening again. His tongue dipped in, tasting, and his brother made a strange sound, a needy mew almost like a cat`s. He rocked up against America`s leg, and wondered if this was what dying felt like.
Canada lost track of time. Lost track of everything except America`s lips and mouth under his and their bodies rubbing together. When he stopped because his lungs were going to burst if he didn`t, he swore his heart was beating hard enough to tunnel its way out of his chest. They lay there for a long moment, breathing heavily. Their legs slipped apart but their fingers entwined, and Canada felt horribly aware of the ache of his groin. He felt himself, hot and heavy and full. In the manner of twins, he and America shared a look, and knew the other felt the same.

America didn`t speak for once, but Canada could still hear his every word in that gaze, confused thoughts and emotions stampeding upon each other. He squeezed America`s hand, reassured when America squeezed back. His body felt leaden and yet strangely weightless, as if weighed down by gravity and yet buoyed from beneath by some thick, warm liquid that they both floated on top of, the currents pressing them closer together from time to time. Finally, he managed to lift his arm enough to tug the covers down about their necks. America shivered as his face was bared to the night air, and Canada wanted to kiss him again, but the sound of footsteps in the hallway froze him in place.

“Are you two still awake?” England clicked his tongue as he opened the door and stepped in, holding up a small oil lamp in order to see. Canada flushed and America muttered a sleepy protest, but England didn`t seem at all angry as he set down the lamp on the room`s solitary dresser. “No, no, it`s all right. It`s cold tonight, so I brought an extra blanket up.”

He unfolded the bundle he`d been carrying in his arms, spreading it out over them, taking care to tuck in the edges. Canada shifted closer to America. The swelling he`d felt in his groin had faded, thank god, and he was alternatively relieved and embarrassed by how close they`d been to being caught by their parent nation.

“There,” said England, bending down to press a light kiss to each of their foreheads. Normally, Canada was pleased by such rare displays of open affection from England, but tonight the feeling was ruined by the sharp flash of jealousy that ran through him when America happily threw his arms around England in return. He told himself it was silly, and tried to push the feeling away.

“Try and get some sleep now,” England instructed, standing and retrieving the lamp. He closed the door behind him, and the twins lay there in the renewed darkness. Canada squeezed his eyes shut, determined to do just that, not liking the small, mean feeling that had crept inside him at America hugging England.

“Canada?” he heard America whisper. He cracked his eyes irritably, but America wasn`t looking at him to notice. “Do you think we could maybe kiss like that again sometime?” his brother asked, his voice hushed and anxious.

The knot that had taken up residence in Canada`s chest a minute ago vanished as suddenly as it had come. “England will be away visiting the shipping docks for most of the day tomorrow,” he ventured in a whisper. He felt more than saw America`s answering nod.

“Tomorrow then?”

“Yes.” The pillow hid Canada`s smile, but did nothing to disguise the happiness in his voice. “Tomorrow.”

[end part 1]

Oh, anon...this fill is...wow. So sweet, and yet hot. You describe Canada's POV so well, and the kissing is spectacular XD Please more soon!

Oh wow, this fill keeps getting better and better. First of all...

YES on Francis/urchin!Arthur + Alfred + Matthew! Alfred and Matthew are adoooorable >.< and the way you've described their relationship with Francis and Arthur is so canon/IC! From Arthur's pseudo-background, I'm assuming that he's 'common' (he did mention being a soldier) and Francis took him in/took him as a lover? Hope we hear more of this later, because I'm so interested ~

LOVE when Feliciano was introduced!

That skinny thing somehow had a better military reputation than Ivan Braginsky? More prestige than Berwald Oxenstierna? Even more charm than Francis?

...and I was like, YEEEESSSS XD Can't wait to see how the plot progresses/ hear more from the characters!

Oh God, I saw the prompt alone and knew I would love this.

IT WAS EVERYTHING I EXPECTED AND MORE. ♥ ♥ ♥ forever...

Hetalia Kink meme part 14 -- CLOSED

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If Walls Had Ears (and eyes and a bad habit of spying); Part 1/?

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Re: [con't 3] If Walls Had Ears...; Part 1/?