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As the title says. Fem!Germany is very close with her pets.
Bonus ifher brother someone is watching. She may or may not be aware of this.
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Oh My God I can't believe I'm actually doing this D: But here it is... *dies of embarrassment*
I made up the dog's name. I have no idea if the dogs have specific names so...
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It had all started because Germany's dog, Luki, had humped Prussia's leg. The blonde woman blushed in embarrassment as the man pushed the dog off in disgust.
"You need to get that thing fixed!" He nearly shouted.
"But Bruder-"
"Seriously, west! Chop that thing's balls off or I will!"
Germany sighed. "Alright, East, I'll set up an appointment. It is just a shame. Luki comes from a proud line of German shepherd dogs." She said and got up, fixing her skirt and headed to the phone to call the vet when Prussia got an awesome idea.
The blonde yelped as her brother suddenly pushed her, causing her to fall forward. Luckily she caught herself with her hand so that she was on all fours. She went to turn, about to ask why he did that went she felt hot breath against her vital regions. She gasped as she felt a wet nose bump against her crotch. "W-what...?"
Prussia smirked and rolled the other nation over. "Maybe Luki will behave if he gets some release." He said and ignored the blonde's protests as he pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties before stepping back.
Germany shuttered as her dog's muzzle once again found her vagina, biting back a moan as he began licking it with his rough tongue, occasionally brushing against her sensitive clitoris, causing her whole body to twitch. She only vaguely noticed that Prussia was watching with interest. It only took a few minutes until she was on the edge of orgasm, but suddenly the wonderful tongue was gone before she could reach climax. She looked up and saw Prussia holding Luki by his collar. "Take off your skirt and get on your hands and knees." He ordered.
His red eyes were so intense, the blonde couldn't refuse. She pulled her skirt off as fast as she could and could heard her beloved whine needing-ly as she rolled over and got into position. As soon as Prussia let the dog go, he mounted Germany, paws wrapping as pest they could around her waist, giving a few fruitless thrust before something short and hard buried itself into her. She couldn't help but moan at the feeling. She didn't have time to take in the feeling as Luki began thrusting short and hard, the desperate movements driving in his cock deeper and deeper every thrust, leaving the woman a moaning mess. It was unlike anything she ever felt before. She could even hear Prussia grunting and a glance in his direction confirmed her suspicion. He was masturbating to her getting fucked by a dog. That information only turned her on more.
Then she felt Luki's hot seed shooting inside her, disappointed that she wouldn't get to climax, until she felt something she didn't expect. Her dog's cock was swelling! She was almost screaming as Luki knotted her, his hips still moving. It was enough to driver her over the edge into orgasmic bliss, her arms giving out under her, and her legs shaking like jell-o. If she hadn't been basking in the glow of her orgasm she may have noticed that Prussia had came as well, looking just as satisfied as her.
Germany then made this a regular activity and her male dogs never misbehaved again.
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I hope this was what you were looking for.
I made up the dog's name. I have no idea if the dogs have specific names so...
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It had all started because Germany's dog, Luki, had humped Prussia's leg. The blonde woman blushed in embarrassment as the man pushed the dog off in disgust.
"You need to get that thing fixed!" He nearly shouted.
"But Bruder-"
"Seriously, west! Chop that thing's balls off or I will!"
Germany sighed. "Alright, East, I'll set up an appointment. It is just a shame. Luki comes from a proud line of German shepherd dogs." She said and got up, fixing her skirt and headed to the phone to call the vet when Prussia got an awesome idea.
The blonde yelped as her brother suddenly pushed her, causing her to fall forward. Luckily she caught herself with her hand so that she was on all fours. She went to turn, about to ask why he did that went she felt hot breath against her vital regions. She gasped as she felt a wet nose bump against her crotch. "W-what...?"
Prussia smirked and rolled the other nation over. "Maybe Luki will behave if he gets some release." He said and ignored the blonde's protests as he pulled up her skirt and pulled off her panties before stepping back.
Germany shuttered as her dog's muzzle once again found her vagina, biting back a moan as he began licking it with his rough tongue, occasionally brushing against her sensitive clitoris, causing her whole body to twitch. She only vaguely noticed that Prussia was watching with interest. It only took a few minutes until she was on the edge of orgasm, but suddenly the wonderful tongue was gone before she could reach climax. She looked up and saw Prussia holding Luki by his collar. "Take off your skirt and get on your hands and knees." He ordered.
His red eyes were so intense, the blonde couldn't refuse. She pulled her skirt off as fast as she could and could heard her beloved whine needing-ly as she rolled over and got into position. As soon as Prussia let the dog go, he mounted Germany, paws wrapping as pest they could around her waist, giving a few fruitless thrust before something short and hard buried itself into her. She couldn't help but moan at the feeling. She didn't have time to take in the feeling as Luki began thrusting short and hard, the desperate movements driving in his cock deeper and deeper every thrust, leaving the woman a moaning mess. It was unlike anything she ever felt before. She could even hear Prussia grunting and a glance in his direction confirmed her suspicion. He was masturbating to her getting fucked by a dog. That information only turned her on more.
Then she felt Luki's hot seed shooting inside her, disappointed that she wouldn't get to climax, until she felt something she didn't expect. Her dog's cock was swelling! She was almost screaming as Luki knotted her, his hips still moving. It was enough to driver her over the edge into orgasmic bliss, her arms giving out under her, and her legs shaking like jell-o. If she hadn't been basking in the glow of her orgasm she may have noticed that Prussia had came as well, looking just as satisfied as her.
Germany then made this a regular activity and her male dogs never misbehaved again.
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I hope this was what you were looking for.
This anon would like to see something with an America and Norway pairing. Historical, AU, fluff, smut, all are fine!
Bonus #1 - If a writer!anon does decide to go the historical route, it might be interesting to see something from the 1800s, during the big wave of Norwegian immigrants. At the time, Norway was one of the poorest countries in Europe and completely dominated by Sweden, and America looked like a pretty great place to be. There was also a lot of interesting stuff going on in both countries at the time -- Industrial Revolution and romantic nationalism, anyone? -- so there's plenty to pull from!
Bonus #2 - Norway tends to be kind of a haughty prick in a lot of the fic about him, and it'd be nice if writer!anon portrayed him in a more sympathetic light. He is a pretty cold guy, of course, but in some of the romances about him he doesn't even seem to like the other person!
More info on international relations:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_American
http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/history/mnstatehistory/norwegian_migration.html
Bonus #1 - If a writer!anon does decide to go the historical route, it might be interesting to see something from the 1800s, during the big wave of Norwegian immigrants. At the time, Norway was one of the poorest countries in Europe and completely dominated by Sweden, and America looked like a pretty great place to be. There was also a lot of interesting stuff going on in both countries at the time -- Industrial Revolution and romantic nationalism, anyone? -- so there's plenty to pull from!
Bonus #2 - Norway tends to be kind of a haughty prick in a lot of the fic about him, and it'd be nice if writer!anon portrayed him in a more sympathetic light. He is a pretty cold guy, of course, but in some of the romances about him he doesn't even seem to like the other person!
More info on international relations:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_American
http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/history/mnstatehistory/norwegian_migration.html
Fem!Spain is obviously a hot piece of ass, though she totally doesn't realise this. Everyone else does, though and she's constantly getting attention from men, be they nation or human.
She's oblivious as ever, of course, which is why Romano (who maybe, sort of, kinda might like her or something) is always having to get rid of these potential suitors.
Whether Spain notices Romano is doing this or not is up to you, but anon would love for them to get together in the end. :)
She's oblivious as ever, of course, which is why Romano (who maybe, sort of, kinda might like her or something) is always having to get rid of these potential suitors.
Whether Spain notices Romano is doing this or not is up to you, but anon would love for them to get together in the end. :)
Nation A loses their memory. Nation B approaches them, attempting to renew/repair their relationship, but Nation A rejects becoming closer with Nation B due to not remembering them at all and thus not trusting them.
Nation B is very hurt, but eventually still does begin to renew their friendship/relationship with Nation A, and they become close again, but they're not together - just friends.
After a while, Nation A realizes everything Nation B does seems to be sparking Nation A's memory - finally they remember that Nation B was their lover.
Happy ending, please?
Any pairing is fine, but I would really like if Nation A was Germany, France, or Japan.
You get a bonus if the pairing is GerIta or FrUK.
Another bonus for smut. Pairing order/names don't matter either.
Nation B is very hurt, but eventually still does begin to renew their friendship/relationship with Nation A, and they become close again, but they're not together - just friends.
After a while, Nation A realizes everything Nation B does seems to be sparking Nation A's memory - finally they remember that Nation B was their lover.
Happy ending, please?
Any pairing is fine, but I would really like if Nation A was Germany, France, or Japan.
You get a bonus if the pairing is GerIta or FrUK.
Another bonus for smut. Pairing order/names don't matter either.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=81809378#t81809378
Not author!anon. Filled with Canada as A and Ukraine as B.
Not author!anon. Filled with Canada as A and Ukraine as B.
... I just need this pairing.
And it'd be awesome if you could mention how fascinated/insanely in love with each other they are.
And it'd be awesome if you could mention how fascinated/insanely in love with each other they are.
So anon is researching America's and Australia's relationship and she found a book chapter entitled "The Future of U.S.-Australian Relations and the Curse of George Harrison."
And in this chapter was the following quote:
"If Britain is seen as Paul McCartney to America's John Lennon, so Australia...can be viewed much as George Harrison - quiet, talented, dependable, a vital part of of an amazing partnership - but also very much overlooked. As was the case for the Beatles with George Harrison, America ignores its successful relationship with Australia at its peril."
And then this chapter got even more amazing with the following subheading:
China as Yoko Ono
So...the request is for something inspired by this quote. Go crazy with it anons!
Bonus: India as Linda McCartney
And in this chapter was the following quote:
"If Britain is seen as Paul McCartney to America's John Lennon, so Australia...can be viewed much as George Harrison - quiet, talented, dependable, a vital part of of an amazing partnership - but also very much overlooked. As was the case for the Beatles with George Harrison, America ignores its successful relationship with Australia at its peril."
And then this chapter got even more amazing with the following subheading:
China as Yoko Ono
So...the request is for something inspired by this quote. Go crazy with it anons!
Bonus: India as Linda McCartney
Oh wow. Massive beatles fan (and aussie) here. Link please?
Poland + Germany (+ England) - Here's Surprise!Poland !!!!!
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 04:00 am (UTC)(link)It's WWII and England and Germany are in the middle of a dogfight, that is as epic as some of the scenes in Gundam Seed Gundam Wing's awesome, but I don't know how many of you've seen it. They're fighting toe-to-toe trying to outmatch each other, pulling off all sorts of aerial tricks seeking to outdo and gundown the other's plane.
When along comes Poland...and Germany jumps ship the moment he realizes who's in the other plane.
For more Info: (http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:XOlN7_uSF0cJ:info-poland.buffalo.edu/britain/airbattle.html+german+planes+polish+english&cd=3&hl=es&ct=clnk&gl=pe)
A million internets to the anon, who implies that "Poland in a PlanePoland's vindictive raep!face + Germany in a Plane Italy, call off ur crazy BFF!! => Surprise!Buttsex via dogfighting" sorry, Germany and thus the reason Germany jumps ship.
Bonus) Feliciano tries to comfort Germany but can't seem to stop finding Poland scaring Germany funny.
Bonus 2) Poland and S. Italy bond over this moment even now.
When along comes Poland...and Germany jumps ship the moment he realizes who's in the other plane.
A million internets to the anon, who implies that "Poland in a Plane
Bonus) Feliciano tries to comfort Germany but can't seem to stop finding Poland scaring Germany funny.
Bonus 2) Poland and S. Italy bond over this moment even now.
There's this fan comic from ages ago that features Germany being scared of pilot!Poland.
It doesn't fulfill the rest of your prompt, though, so that's why I said it's not really a fill. I want this to be filled according to the whole prompt!
Comic (it's just the first one): http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/3497295.html
Maybe it'll inspire people?
By the way, the comic isn't mine.
It doesn't fulfill the rest of your prompt, though, so that's why I said it's not really a fill. I want this to be filled according to the whole prompt!
Comic (it's just the first one): http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/3497295.html
Maybe it'll inspire people?
By the way, the comic isn't mine.
America and Cuba - a tradition of nights out drinking that ALWAYS goes wrong.
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 04:06 am (UTC)(link)Why? Because this anon would like some lulz. And we don't get enough Cuba with any character other than Canada. Anyway.
America and Cuba have known each other for awhile, even before their respective independence movements. For awhile, they were trade-bros! During this time, they agreed to meet up for at least once a year for a night of drinking and fun, whether to chill or go to a casino, etc.
The thing? Even after Fidel [Castro] and the Revolution (that sounds like a band!) and their subsequently AWFUL relations, they still do it. But it's secret, and not usually in Cuba or the States. They've done this for so long, it's become a habit, even if they can't stand each other.
What's also survived the years? The tendency for every one of these nights to go unbelievably, insanely, and lulzily WRONG. Bar fights, explosions, ending up in weird places, crazy men and women, the works. If it's nuts, they've been through it. And the whole time, Cuba and America are being adorkable, badass, and snarky at each other.
Anon would like the story of one of these nights gone wrong. No pairing required, just nuttiness.
America and Cuba have known each other for awhile, even before their respective independence movements. For awhile, they were trade-bros! During this time, they agreed to meet up for at least once a year for a night of drinking and fun, whether to chill or go to a casino, etc.
The thing? Even after Fidel [Castro] and the Revolution (that sounds like a band!) and their subsequently AWFUL relations, they still do it. But it's secret, and not usually in Cuba or the States. They've done this for so long, it's become a habit, even if they can't stand each other.
What's also survived the years? The tendency for every one of these nights to go unbelievably, insanely, and lulzily WRONG. Bar fights, explosions, ending up in weird places, crazy men and women, the works. If it's nuts, they've been through it. And the whole time, Cuba and America are being adorkable, badass, and snarky at each other.
Anon would like the story of one of these nights gone wrong. No pairing required, just nuttiness.
America showing much appreciation for Japan's body/ass/etc. during sex.
Bonus for nipple play.
And if Japan still has scars from Hiroshima & Nagasaki.
Make it hot, anon?
Bonus for nipple play.
And if Japan still has scars from Hiroshima & Nagasaki.
Make it hot, anon?
Anon loves asfr but hasn't seen any asfr related stuff on the kink meme to date. >.< So..
I'd like to see something where a nation invents a drug that turns living things to stone in about half a minute when injected. Including nations. So, the nation goes around creating a collection of petrified nations with said drug in his house. The more statues in the collection, the better! Anon can decide what else the nation does with his frozen friends, other than displaying them. *winknudge*
BONUS
- the nations frozen in positions of fear or disbelief
- another nation walks into the collection and doesn't realize what's going on...until it's too late
I'd like to see something where a nation invents a drug that turns living things to stone in about half a minute when injected. Including nations. So, the nation goes around creating a collection of petrified nations with said drug in his house. The more statues in the collection, the better! Anon can decide what else the nation does with his frozen friends, other than displaying them. *winknudge*
BONUS
- the nations frozen in positions of fear or disbelief
- another nation walks into the collection and doesn't realize what's going on...until it's too late
Seconded
Are you reading my mind OP? I was thinking of a scenario similar to this. =)
Are you reading my mind OP? I was thinking of a scenario similar to this. =)
Uhh, I haven't seen much stuffing here, soo uh I hope it's not terribly weird.
America sets out to find out some of Japan's secret fetish and discovers one is stuffing. He likes the idea of gorging himself and offers to let Japan feed him. They go through with it and Japan is really turned on.
Whatever food you like, keep the amount somewhat realistic. Alot of belly rubs would be nice, sex if you want.
/awkward first request
America sets out to find out some of Japan's secret fetish and discovers one is stuffing. He likes the idea of gorging himself and offers to let Japan feed him. They go through with it and Japan is really turned on.
Whatever food you like, keep the amount somewhat realistic. Alot of belly rubs would be nice, sex if you want.
/awkward first request
you heard me. This is a kink meme, you guys. I want to see porn, not fluff!
I don't particularly care about the pairing or if it's yaoi or yuri or het - though I would prefer a slightly less popular pair than, say, FrUK or USUK or Russia/America. But it doesn't matter. Just have someone ride a dick and be really fierce and loud and moaning and breathless about it.
Please. I need some hot porn. Multiple fills encouraged.
I don't particularly care about the pairing or if it's yaoi or yuri or het - though I would prefer a slightly less popular pair than, say, FrUK or USUK or Russia/America. But it doesn't matter. Just have someone ride a dick and be really fierce and loud and moaning and breathless about it.
Please. I need some hot porn. Multiple fills encouraged.
SECONDING TO THE MAX
Remember the masturbation marathon strip?
England finally agrees to have a masturbation marathon with France. He claims it's because he wants to prove he can beat France at it, of course, but it's really just because he is a closet pervert after all.
Then during the marathon, even though they attempt to not do so at first, they eventually begin to imagine themself having sex with the other as they masturbate.
They admit this to each other and it leads to sex.
Bonus: both imagine France topping the hell out of England, England because he wants to be dominated and France because he wants to dominate England.
Bonus 2: it's what ends up happening during the sex and both thoroughly enjoy it.
England finally agrees to have a masturbation marathon with France. He claims it's because he wants to prove he can beat France at it, of course, but it's really just because he is a closet pervert after all.
Then during the marathon, even though they attempt to not do so at first, they eventually begin to imagine themself having sex with the other as they masturbate.
They admit this to each other and it leads to sex.
Bonus: both imagine France topping the hell out of England, England because he wants to be dominated and France because he wants to dominate England.
Bonus 2: it's what ends up happening during the sex and both thoroughly enjoy it.
I am seconding this so hard! I can just see England being all stubborn and prideful about not losing.
I would like to see one of the above pairings having sex against a window. Bonus points if someone is watching from the other side.
Please, anon?
Please, anon?
I've been wanting to write FrUK window sex for the longest time, so I might do something for this. <3 Meanwhile, seconded.
UK and USA are prisoners of war/trapped somewhere together/forced to be alone together.
Anon would like for them to have sex in this type of situation either because;
- They are trapped for so long needs eventually kick in and they turn to each other
- They admit feelings and so comfort/affection is the outcome
- They are forced to
It actually doesn't matter so much to anon what the reason, as long as it's sex in a prisoner situation.
Preference for country names
Bonus: If one of them is handcuffed or restrained somehow for part of the imprisonment.
I was inspired to write this particular story, but it’s a little short and there’s no full-blown sex, so I fully encourage anyone else to do a proper fill if they want to!
Also, this should probably be a lot darker than it is, but I’m a pussy like that.
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England is thrown into the cold, dark room and stumbles blindly before his shoulder hits the wall. His hand endures a scrape and starts to bleed, but he barely feels it. He hears shuffling near his feet and looks down to see the outline of his ally on the floor, slumped in one small corner of the room. The door is shut behind them, and his eyes adjust slowly to the light streaming in through a barred window. He quickly kneels to America’s side and examines him, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.
America doesn’t show any signs of serious injury, but his arms are heavily restrained, and there is a ragged cloth wrapped in several layers around his mouth. England wonders how the pointed lack of noise had escaped his attention. He reaches behind America’s back to determine the strength of his bindings, feeling where his eyes can’t see and ignoring the pulse in his stomach as his face touches America’s coat. There are handcuffs, chains and possibly other devices holding America’s arms firmly behind his back, at an incapacitating angle. This would be overkill for an ordinary prisoner, but it’s obvious that their captors have gotten a taste of America’s brute strength and obnoxiously loud mouth.
There is no way for England to unbind America on his own. There is no discernable means of escape for the time being, but they’ve been through the drills. Their rescue is a top priority. They’ll have to wait it out in this holding cell.
An angry grunt from America reminds England that he hasn’t removed the gag. He narrows his eyes and touches the back of America’s head, feeling for the knot.
“You’re very welcome,” he sneers sarcastically. “I had to see that you weren’t injured. Funnily enough, overactive mouth isn’t my main concern.”
America yells out muffled instructions, telling him to pull the gag out from the front and untie the knot later, but England pretends not to understand. The gag is simple enough, and America seems to be breathing fine. It feels like they’ve been arguing nonstop ever since this mission started, and now that they’re both prisoners, England isn’t exactly eager to launch into the bickering.
As his fingers brush against America’s hair, he’s almost glad of the darkness that hides the color in his cheeks. Despite their clashing opinions, having America as an ally has been somewhat thrilling. Their unsteady, newfound political alliance is a constant source of grief, irritation and the occasional moments of elation. Of course, now that they’ve both been captured, everything they’ve worked for is in danger.
There is more fumbling, and stifled grunts of anger. England nearly manages to release the knot when they hear the door opening, and squint through the light flowing in.
A man steps into the room without closing the door. His dark leather coat sways with his stride, and his boots tread heavily against the floor. His uniform denotes a fairly high rank. He could be in charge of the base. England glances past him in search of a possible escape route, but there are too many officers in the following rooms. Even if he were armed, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
The man in the coat studies the scene in front of him carefully and frowns. Apparently, cooperation between prisoners doesn’t go over well here. England scoots away from America.
In response, the man pulls out a gun and points it at England. America stiffens in place and a defensive growl rumbles from behind the gag, but it doesn’t distract the man from his target.
Also, this should probably be a lot darker than it is, but I’m a pussy like that.
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England is thrown into the cold, dark room and stumbles blindly before his shoulder hits the wall. His hand endures a scrape and starts to bleed, but he barely feels it. He hears shuffling near his feet and looks down to see the outline of his ally on the floor, slumped in one small corner of the room. The door is shut behind them, and his eyes adjust slowly to the light streaming in through a barred window. He quickly kneels to America’s side and examines him, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.
America doesn’t show any signs of serious injury, but his arms are heavily restrained, and there is a ragged cloth wrapped in several layers around his mouth. England wonders how the pointed lack of noise had escaped his attention. He reaches behind America’s back to determine the strength of his bindings, feeling where his eyes can’t see and ignoring the pulse in his stomach as his face touches America’s coat. There are handcuffs, chains and possibly other devices holding America’s arms firmly behind his back, at an incapacitating angle. This would be overkill for an ordinary prisoner, but it’s obvious that their captors have gotten a taste of America’s brute strength and obnoxiously loud mouth.
There is no way for England to unbind America on his own. There is no discernable means of escape for the time being, but they’ve been through the drills. Their rescue is a top priority. They’ll have to wait it out in this holding cell.
An angry grunt from America reminds England that he hasn’t removed the gag. He narrows his eyes and touches the back of America’s head, feeling for the knot.
“You’re very welcome,” he sneers sarcastically. “I had to see that you weren’t injured. Funnily enough, overactive mouth isn’t my main concern.”
America yells out muffled instructions, telling him to pull the gag out from the front and untie the knot later, but England pretends not to understand. The gag is simple enough, and America seems to be breathing fine. It feels like they’ve been arguing nonstop ever since this mission started, and now that they’re both prisoners, England isn’t exactly eager to launch into the bickering.
As his fingers brush against America’s hair, he’s almost glad of the darkness that hides the color in his cheeks. Despite their clashing opinions, having America as an ally has been somewhat thrilling. Their unsteady, newfound political alliance is a constant source of grief, irritation and the occasional moments of elation. Of course, now that they’ve both been captured, everything they’ve worked for is in danger.
There is more fumbling, and stifled grunts of anger. England nearly manages to release the knot when they hear the door opening, and squint through the light flowing in.
A man steps into the room without closing the door. His dark leather coat sways with his stride, and his boots tread heavily against the floor. His uniform denotes a fairly high rank. He could be in charge of the base. England glances past him in search of a possible escape route, but there are too many officers in the following rooms. Even if he were armed, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
The man in the coat studies the scene in front of him carefully and frowns. Apparently, cooperation between prisoners doesn’t go over well here. England scoots away from America.
In response, the man pulls out a gun and points it at England. America stiffens in place and a defensive growl rumbles from behind the gag, but it doesn’t distract the man from his target.
American states have personifcations but Alfred didn't know that and meets them one by one.
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)Americas states has personifications but Alfred never knew that and therefore didn't know they existed. Virginia who is the eldest one of them knew this and raised each of them. Girl or boy it doesn't matter but she/he sees themself as the father/mother to the other states.
One day Alfred takes a walk with some other nations in New York and happens to bump into a girl who looks a lot like him. New York herself. Through his being the personification he was able to sense who she was.
Cue guilt for not knowing and taking care of the states from Alfred and whatever else you want.
Bonus-Some of the states, or all, hate Alfred.
Bonus 2-The states never intended to let Alfred find out about them.
One day Alfred takes a walk with some other nations in New York and happens to bump into a girl who looks a lot like him. New York herself. Through his being the personification he was able to sense who she was.
Cue guilt for not knowing and taking care of the states from Alfred and whatever else you want.
Bonus-Some of the states, or all, hate Alfred.
Bonus 2-The states never intended to let Alfred find out about them.
The sun wasn’t even up as Emily F. Jones was up and out in the city towards the Dunkin Doughnuts that was only a six block walk from her apartment.
Well her, her two sisters, and her brother.
Except not really her two sisters as one sister and the other was a ‘cousin’ as well as her ‘brother’ was also a ‘cousin’ while he was really her lover.
However that last part was not for public knowledge.
She whistled slightly as she bounced down the sidewalk. Some people heading towards their works gave her weird looks. She wasn’t a morning person, or at least used not to be, but after not sleeping at all for the better part of a century and with the energy of all the people in New York running through her veins stopped her from ever getting tired or exhausted.
She was after all the personification of the state of New York.
Her sister? The personification of the state of Pennsylvania. Her ‘cousin’? The personification of the state of Virginia. And the other ‘cousin’? The personification of the state of Alaska.
And there was still forty-six other states to go through. Each one had a personification as well.
Emily finally reached her destination and took her place at the end of the line. It was still rather early in the morning so she was out within minutes with four cups of coffee in hand.
She quickly ran the six blocks and balancing the tray of coffees in her hand she opened the doors and allowed herself back into the apartment.
Virginia, or rather known as Ginerva to the public, was already in the kitchen making breakfast while Alaska, known as Alex, was setting the table. His eyes raised to hers and his brightened when he saw her.
Or the coffee. Either way it was towards her.
She grinned and set the coffee on the table and quickly kissed his lips. “Morning.” she said.
Well her, her two sisters, and her brother.
Except not really her two sisters as one sister and the other was a ‘cousin’ as well as her ‘brother’ was also a ‘cousin’ while he was really her lover.
However that last part was not for public knowledge.
She whistled slightly as she bounced down the sidewalk. Some people heading towards their works gave her weird looks. She wasn’t a morning person, or at least used not to be, but after not sleeping at all for the better part of a century and with the energy of all the people in New York running through her veins stopped her from ever getting tired or exhausted.
She was after all the personification of the state of New York.
Her sister? The personification of the state of Pennsylvania. Her ‘cousin’? The personification of the state of Virginia. And the other ‘cousin’? The personification of the state of Alaska.
And there was still forty-six other states to go through. Each one had a personification as well.
Emily finally reached her destination and took her place at the end of the line. It was still rather early in the morning so she was out within minutes with four cups of coffee in hand.
She quickly ran the six blocks and balancing the tray of coffees in her hand she opened the doors and allowed herself back into the apartment.
Virginia, or rather known as Ginerva to the public, was already in the kitchen making breakfast while Alaska, known as Alex, was setting the table. His eyes raised to hers and his brightened when he saw her.
Or the coffee. Either way it was towards her.
She grinned and set the coffee on the table and quickly kissed his lips. “Morning.” she said.
I`d like to see France/Canada in a Persona3 AU, with Canada as the Main Character and America being Junpei.
... and a huge, huge bonus if France is Elizabeth. |) But totally not necessary.
... and a huge, huge bonus if France is Elizabeth. |) But totally not necessary.
Seconding for the sake of Elizabeth!France XD epic is epic. *urge to go replay her P3 now*
Japan/America -- dark!fic about forcing Japan to acknowledge his misdeeds
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)Japan's been denying almost everything evil he ever did for a ~long~ time (Japanese textbooks are notorious for including inaccurate stuff like "And then the great God-Emperor delivered us from the unprovoked nuclear attack of the Americans"). In particular he's in denial about his atrocities in WW2, the Rape of Nanking, the comfort women, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, etc.
In the present day, America and Japan are homies. America stumbles upon some of Japan's whitewashing of history and angrily/sexily confronts him. What ensues is DARK sex, with America goading Japan into vocally admitting to what he did years ago.
Japan tops (summoning forth a little of his Dark Kiku persona) but America is in total control. In the end, Japan does scream that he committed those atrocities, that he wanted to hurt, maybe even kill, America who is now the most important person to him.
BONUS: America fucks him so hard that he leaves scratches and bruises all over Japan.
BONUS: By finally admitting what he did, Japan comes to terms with his darker side and can now make amends.
In the present day, America and Japan are homies. America stumbles upon some of Japan's whitewashing of history and angrily/sexily confronts him. What ensues is DARK sex, with America goading Japan into vocally admitting to what he did years ago.
Japan tops (summoning forth a little of his Dark Kiku persona) but America is in total control. In the end, Japan does scream that he committed those atrocities, that he wanted to hurt, maybe even kill, America who is now the most important person to him.
BONUS: America fucks him so hard that he leaves scratches and bruises all over Japan.
BONUS: By finally admitting what he did, Japan comes to terms with his darker side and can now make amends.
Discussing their lovers, Germany(xItaly) + Sweden(xFinland)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 05:39 am (UTC)(link)So in anon's headcanon, Germany and Sweden are totally BFFs. I mean think about how much they have in common; both serious, easily embarrassed, have trouble showing the one they love how much they care, dog lovers. I'd kind of like to see those two getting together, maybe for a drink or, more amusingly, a sleepover, discussing their romantic woes and relationships with their respective lovers and offering each other support and advice. A comedy approach would best, I think.
Re: Discussing their lovers, Germany(xItaly) + Sweden(xFinland)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 07:37 am (UTC)(link)Ah, totally seconded! I'd fill it myself, but I suck at writing GerIta :-(
Basically what I want is a group of nations who are famous for their wines (Oohh lets say, France, North and South Italy, Canada and New Zealand off the top of my head) to get together and sample each others wines. It's a laid back, civilized atmosphere with good wine and good food to boot.
Then one nation makes a frank critique of another nations wine.
Said nation takes it personally.
Things get ugly.
Make it as cracky as you want. The actual nations used don't particularly matter. But over-the-top reactions are a must.
Then one nation makes a frank critique of another nations wine.
Said nation takes it personally.
Things get ugly.
Make it as cracky as you want. The actual nations used don't particularly matter. But over-the-top reactions are a must.
Second
I hope America gets in on it since we totes beat FRANCE TWICE it be epic if someone like him to win (sine everyone assumes his a beer guy!)
I hope America gets in on it since we totes beat FRANCE TWICE it be epic if someone like him to win (sine everyone assumes his a beer guy!)
Ivan is terminally ill and being taken care by his sisters. It could be either hetaliaverse or human AU.
I'd prefer no incest please, just some pure brother/sisterly love.
I'd prefer no incest please, just some pure brother/sisterly love.
Remember the strip/episode where Germany finds out that Italy was worried that he'd forget him after becoming friends with Russia and then they do the pinky swear? Germany says something like "I'll help you when you're in trouble. Of course, I expect you to do the same for me". Well, I want to see Italy making good on his promise.
The assistance doesn't have to be in battle, whatever anon can come up with is fine. But I'm pretty vanilla, so don't make it too smutty, please ^^u
The assistance doesn't have to be in battle, whatever anon can come up with is fine. But I'm pretty vanilla, so don't make it too smutty, please ^^u
Accidental Mail-Order-Bride (America/Fem!Russia) (Old West AU)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 05:59 am (UTC)(link)Widower Alfred, having a hard time keeping up with his duties as town sheriff and taking care of his kids, decides to hire himself a governess to look after them. But through some mix-up he accidentally orders himself a mail-order-bride instead.
To complicate matters his new "bride", though from New York City, doesn't understand/can't speak much English and he knows almost no Russian. He decides to send her back but an early snow fall makes it impossible when the railways into and out of town are shut down and they find themselves stuck together through the winter season. Romance and anything else of your choosing happens.
Bonus: The bride Alfred "ordered" was actually supposed to be Ukraine but Fem!Russia steps in because since signing up for the service Ukraine has met someone and fallen in love. She's not thrilled with the idea but she must do her duty for her family.
To complicate matters his new "bride", though from New York City, doesn't understand/can't speak much English and he knows almost no Russian. He decides to send her back but an early snow fall makes it impossible when the railways into and out of town are shut down and they find themselves stuck together through the winter season. Romance and anything else of your choosing happens.
Bonus: The bride Alfred "ordered" was actually supposed to be Ukraine but Fem!Russia steps in because since signing up for the service Ukraine has met someone and fallen in love. She's not thrilled with the idea but she must do her duty for her family.
I secretly ship America/Fem!Russia so hard. Seconded like something amazing!
Re: Accidental Mail-Order-Bride (America/Fem!Russia) (Old West AU)
(Anonymous) - 2010-09-26 20:48 (UTC) - ExpandThis is a ridiculously rare pairing and I am probably going to get stares for requesting this, but oh goodness how I crave this.
Title says it all. They used to be allies, too, post-WWII people sometimes tend to forget that.
Title says it all. They used to be allies, too, post-WWII people sometimes tend to forget that.
Third anon here (at least, I think that was me). OP, I wouldn't mind refiling this prompt if you wanted something a little more battle-scene-smut. In the mean time, here you go!
After the high wore off and the celebrating wound down, England and Prussia found themselves sitting across from each other in a booth in a smoky bar in the Netherlands.
“It seems surreal, doesn’t it?” asked England.
“What?”
“You know. That it’s over.”
Prussia reflected on that. “Yeah,” he said, finally. “It does.”
Neither spoke for a long moment. England’s eyes were a little unfocused with the alcohol; Prussia’s were sharp. But when England reached for his glass, he picked it up easily. Prussia missed his three times.
“Don’t drink much, do you,” said England. Prussia looked like he was about to protest. “No, no need to argue. As an accomplished drinker, I can spot a novice from a mile away. Boy, you are in for a hell of a headache.” Prussia glared, but couldn’t seem to come up with anything to say, which in itself proved that he had drunk more than he meant to.
“Was it strange,” asked England, suddenly, “to fight with him, rather than against him?”
Prussia considered. He didn’t have to ask who England was talking about. “It was—strange. Yeah, strange. He…” his expression went distant. England waited with the patience of the pleasantly inebriated. “He was so… clean.”
He couldn’t fault the statement for veracity, but he waited to see how on earth it could be connected in Prussia’s sodden mind to his question. Finally, he had to prompt him. “And…?”
“I always thought… I thought he’d be dirtier. You know. Up close.” England coughed, but didn’t comment. “I thought, like… everybody gets dirty during war, right? But he was… he was so… clean.” England waited to see if any more was forthcoming; after a moment, he had to conclude that Prussia was done.
Well. Clean. Yes, he rather supposed the man was; he’d never thought about it. Spain, Prussia, himself… even the generally elegant France, they all tended to get covered in mud and blood, clothing stained and hair matted, like the commonest of their soldiers. But Austria… even just after a battle, he always seemed immaculate. “…how on earth does he do it?”
“Dunno,” slurred Prussia, eyes still disturbingly clear. Perhaps it was the color.
Prussia startled him by speaking again. “Was it strange… to fight against him… and win?”
England bristled. He didn’t have to ask who Prussia was talking about. “Your question is both offensive and uninformed. This is hardly the first time he has suffered defeat at the hands of my—well-trained and –funded—army.”
“You mean… your well-trained and –funded navy.”
“I’ve beaten him on land.” England’s jaw was clenched.
“Yeah,” either Prussia didn’t notice England’s tone, or he didn’t care, “in 1423. You weren’t at Leipzig.”
England glared. “Salamanca.”
“You fought with the Portuguese.”
"Under British leadership.”
“Against an army lead by the General’s aide-de-camp.”
“...Badajoz.”
“Yeah, after you lost nearly five-thousand men, to his fifteen hundred.”
England gritted his teeth. “Vitoria.”
A pause. “I’ll give you Vitoria. Even though you were fighting Joseph, with the help of Spain and Portugal.”
“We were hardly alone this time, you know.”
“Yes,” said Prussia, eyes shining in admiration, “but we were fighting the General.”
England snorted in irritation. “Take your boner for the General to Saint Helena, and see how he’s faring now.”
Prussia shook his head. “It took the combined forces of all of Europe to defeat him.”
“Don’t dwell on it.” Prussia looked inclined to dwell on it—and with rather a different attitude that England would have liked—so he poured him another drink. Prussia downed it in one. England was almost impressed.
“Have you ever fucked him?” asked Prussia, without any warning.
England raised his eyebrows. “Well, yes.” The alcohol erased any embarrassment he might have felt.
“…was it any good?”
After the high wore off and the celebrating wound down, England and Prussia found themselves sitting across from each other in a booth in a smoky bar in the Netherlands.
“It seems surreal, doesn’t it?” asked England.
“What?”
“You know. That it’s over.”
Prussia reflected on that. “Yeah,” he said, finally. “It does.”
Neither spoke for a long moment. England’s eyes were a little unfocused with the alcohol; Prussia’s were sharp. But when England reached for his glass, he picked it up easily. Prussia missed his three times.
“Don’t drink much, do you,” said England. Prussia looked like he was about to protest. “No, no need to argue. As an accomplished drinker, I can spot a novice from a mile away. Boy, you are in for a hell of a headache.” Prussia glared, but couldn’t seem to come up with anything to say, which in itself proved that he had drunk more than he meant to.
“Was it strange,” asked England, suddenly, “to fight with him, rather than against him?”
Prussia considered. He didn’t have to ask who England was talking about. “It was—strange. Yeah, strange. He…” his expression went distant. England waited with the patience of the pleasantly inebriated. “He was so… clean.”
He couldn’t fault the statement for veracity, but he waited to see how on earth it could be connected in Prussia’s sodden mind to his question. Finally, he had to prompt him. “And…?”
“I always thought… I thought he’d be dirtier. You know. Up close.” England coughed, but didn’t comment. “I thought, like… everybody gets dirty during war, right? But he was… he was so… clean.” England waited to see if any more was forthcoming; after a moment, he had to conclude that Prussia was done.
Well. Clean. Yes, he rather supposed the man was; he’d never thought about it. Spain, Prussia, himself… even the generally elegant France, they all tended to get covered in mud and blood, clothing stained and hair matted, like the commonest of their soldiers. But Austria… even just after a battle, he always seemed immaculate. “…how on earth does he do it?”
“Dunno,” slurred Prussia, eyes still disturbingly clear. Perhaps it was the color.
Prussia startled him by speaking again. “Was it strange… to fight against him… and win?”
England bristled. He didn’t have to ask who Prussia was talking about. “Your question is both offensive and uninformed. This is hardly the first time he has suffered defeat at the hands of my—well-trained and –funded—army.”
“You mean… your well-trained and –funded navy.”
“I’ve beaten him on land.” England’s jaw was clenched.
“Yeah,” either Prussia didn’t notice England’s tone, or he didn’t care, “in 1423. You weren’t at Leipzig.”
England glared. “Salamanca.”
“You fought with the Portuguese.”
"Under British leadership.”
“Against an army lead by the General’s aide-de-camp.”
“...Badajoz.”
“Yeah, after you lost nearly five-thousand men, to his fifteen hundred.”
England gritted his teeth. “Vitoria.”
A pause. “I’ll give you Vitoria. Even though you were fighting Joseph, with the help of Spain and Portugal.”
“We were hardly alone this time, you know.”
“Yes,” said Prussia, eyes shining in admiration, “but we were fighting the General.”
England snorted in irritation. “Take your boner for the General to Saint Helena, and see how he’s faring now.”
Prussia shook his head. “It took the combined forces of all of Europe to defeat him.”
“Don’t dwell on it.” Prussia looked inclined to dwell on it—and with rather a different attitude that England would have liked—so he poured him another drink. Prussia downed it in one. England was almost impressed.
“Have you ever fucked him?” asked Prussia, without any warning.
England raised his eyebrows. “Well, yes.” The alcohol erased any embarrassment he might have felt.
“…was it any good?”
Putting the National into Internation (Stargate: Atlantis crossover)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)The IOA has had enough. Annoyed by the uppity attitudes of the Atlantis Expedition leadership, they decide to send a team of ‘specialists’ to take over the expedition. Unfortunately they forgot who they were dealing with and discover that they just gave the Atlantis leadership a very unfair advantage. However, Atlantis is for a surprise of it own…
Bonus 1: Give Atlantis a personification of its own, preferable female
Bonus 2: Canada channels the explosive tsundere wrath that is Rodney McKay!
Bonus 3: Tony as a renegade Asgard (have him bring America some McDonalds)
Bonus 1: Give Atlantis a personification of its own, preferable female
Bonus 2: Canada channels the explosive tsundere wrath that is Rodney McKay!
Bonus 3: Tony as a renegade Asgard (have him bring America some McDonalds)
Re: Putting the National into Internation (Stargate: Atlantis crossover)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)My hands, they flail! Seconded like burning.
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