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Adding to the other Scotland requests with my own pet pairing for him...
Scotland and Canada have been good friends for years, having become close when many of Scotland's people emigrated to Canada after the Highland clearances.
Unknown to Scotland though Canada has actually harboured a crush towards him all this time but due to Scotland's closeness to another nation (Ireland, France or someone else) was too shy to do anything about it. Enter whisky! Which with lowered inhibitions finally causes Canada to spill the beans one night and find to his shock that Scotland reciprocates his feelings but for some reason never told him either (not wanting to ruin their friendship or something).
Happy sex ensues!
Bonuses:
- Fem!Canada, because anon dearly loves her
- If Ireland is used as Scotland's other love interest, she finds out and grudgingly decides to share him, yeah threesome!
- Innapropriate maple syrup usage~
Scotland and Canada have been good friends for years, having become close when many of Scotland's people emigrated to Canada after the Highland clearances.
Unknown to Scotland though Canada has actually harboured a crush towards him all this time but due to Scotland's closeness to another nation (Ireland, France or someone else) was too shy to do anything about it. Enter whisky! Which with lowered inhibitions finally causes Canada to spill the beans one night and find to his shock that Scotland reciprocates his feelings but for some reason never told him either (not wanting to ruin their friendship or something).
Happy sex ensues!
Bonuses:
- Fem!Canada, because anon dearly loves her
- If Ireland is used as Scotland's other love interest, she finds out and grudgingly decides to share him, yeah threesome!
- Innapropriate maple syrup usage~
So, I recently learned that during the 3rd crusade King Richard of England apparently sexually propositioned King Phillip of France. Phillip rejected him and they had such a fight King Phillip up and left. I'd love to see a fic for this with France and England!
Please no non-con, and try to keep any angst to a minimum. I'm fine with most kinks.
Bonus 1) possibly other nations involved in that time get mentioned/show up
Bonus 2) Somehow it ends with smut, wonderful smut.
Bonus 3) FrUK cuddling?
Please no non-con, and try to keep any angst to a minimum. I'm fine with most kinks.
Bonus 1) possibly other nations involved in that time get mentioned/show up
Bonus 2) Somehow it ends with smut, wonderful smut.
Bonus 3) FrUK cuddling?
To the best of my knowledge, this Richard/Philip story has no actual historical basis, for your information. Despite the fact that some people still teach it and/or speculate about it. Although it certainly could have happened; we just don't know. /history nerd
I'd actually love to see this, though! Very cool request, anon, and probably a good idea to include the "minimal angst" caveat for this prompt, just in case. <3
I'd actually love to see this, though! Very cool request, anon, and probably a good idea to include the "minimal angst" caveat for this prompt, just in case. <3
Pairing: Spamano
Kink: In addition to the usual spanish lessons, Antonio decides to introduce Lovi to the oh so passionate culture of Spain by teaching him to dance...very hotly. Romano is shocked and embarrassed and underneath all the confusion enjoying being pressed against Spain.
Bonus: if Germany walks in on them at a very awkward time.
Kink: In addition to the usual spanish lessons, Antonio decides to introduce Lovi to the oh so passionate culture of Spain by teaching him to dance...very hotly. Romano is shocked and embarrassed and underneath all the confusion enjoying being pressed against Spain.
Bonus: if Germany walks in on them at a very awkward time.
Anon loves her Nordic fivesome and FACE foursome and would like to see Norway and England discussing pros and cons of such a relationship. Let's say a magical urgency forced them to spend some time together and they somehow come to talk about polyamory.
Bonus for England in denial at the beginning of the talk.
Bonus for England in denial at the beginning of the talk.
Re: Norway, England: discussing polyamorous relationships.
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)Very cool prompt. A+
Pfft, but should England being in denial be a bonus? I thought that was a given! ;D
<3
Pfft, but should England being in denial be a bonus? I thought that was a given! ;D
<3
Re: Norway, England: discussing polyamorous relationships.
(Anonymous) - 2010-09-26 21:44 (UTC) - ExpandFrance is late to a meeting, and all the nations discover somehow that he is everybody's first. But who was his? Nobody claims it.
They realise that France hasn't bottomed for anyone since Rome, if he ever did. All of them resolve to give him a night he won't soon remember ^^
Nations gangbanging France, any kinks you wish to include, dirty wicked bottom!France who loves everything that's happening even if he doesn't understand why, and DP, if possible (and if one of them is England, I will love you forever).
Bonus. After it, the nations are all happy and sated, and France asks laughing what brought this up. When someone tells, France is puzzled and says he's been fucked by Spain since forever. Spain smiles innocently and says that he thought it'd be entertaining.
They realise that France hasn't bottomed for anyone since Rome, if he ever did. All of them resolve to give him a night he won't soon remember ^^
Nations gangbanging France, any kinks you wish to include, dirty wicked bottom!France who loves everything that's happening even if he doesn't understand why, and DP, if possible (and if one of them is England, I will love you forever).
Bonus. After it, the nations are all happy and sated, and France asks laughing what brought this up. When someone tells, France is puzzled and says he's been fucked by Spain since forever. Spain smiles innocently and says that he thought it'd be entertaining.
I have no idea how long this fill is going to be, or exactly what kinks will be included (besides DP and copious amounts of dirty talk!), so I'll give warnings later. Just kind of crappy set-up with possibly dubious characterization so far, but at least it will end in smut? ... I'm totally taking suggestions for kinks/scenarios to include, although I've already decided on the characters. So many of them. OTL
Er, and the meeting they're attending is about the economic crisis, but the gangbang has nothing to do with that or That Fill. It's just that, even though sex doesn't "stimulate" anyone's "economy," this is way more interesting to all theperverted nations than the meeting they were going to have. And possibly more useful, too. :Db
Hope this doesn't suck too much, OP! Other fillers are welcomed with open arms. XD
England would swear sometimes that the only point of these emergency economic meetings was to gossip. It had to be, because they damn well didn't achieve anything useful, and even their bosses knew it. The meetings didn't even boost morale, really; most of the nations attending them knew that it was only a matter of time till the world economy improved, and no amount of economic maneuvering would make much of a difference in the long run. It was really a matter of taking a long view of things.
Unfortunately, taking a long view of things left most nations with far too much time on their hands, which made it remarkably difficult to finish one's tea in peace.
"No way, I thought you were butt-buddies since before the Great Depression?" Poland exclaimed, leaning in a little closer, then jumping up in disgust when as America sprayed Coca-cola everywhere in shock.
The worst of it was that England couldn't even fault his manners; he was too busy mopping up his own tea with a spare handkerchief.
"Dude, where did that even come from?" America finally managed, still digging through his greasy paper bags for some no-doubt grease-soaked paper napkins to throw on top of his most recent mess. "Toris and I never--" He cut himself off hastily to push around a mass of sodden brown napkins, cheeks suspiciously pink.
England stood to go help the idiot already -- the boy was making a complete pig's breakfast of it, as usual -- then paused when Poland pulled his chair back from the dirty table and asked, rather too loudly, "Seriously? I mean, the first time he wrote me while he was staying with you, he said you were a perfect gentleman, so I thought he meant-- And you talk about each other all the time, and it sounded like you were a total virgin, so I thought he, you know!" Poland stopped waving his manicured hands wildy long enough to make a gesture (that should probably be outlawed) and then an obscene popping noise.
England twitched a little and turned to throw his own sodden napkins in a rubbish bin, realizing with a tiny shock that everyone else was starting to eavesdrop along with him. Even Greece was watching the the two men with lazy but unabashed interest, and Japan was fiddling unconvincingly with his phone, completely red-faced.
America laughed a little too loudly. "You thought he popped my cherry? I mean, he's an awesome friend, but we've definitely never-- And I wasn't a virgin!"
Poland made a strange disbelieving/interested noise. "Then who was your first, Alfred? Weren't you pretty isolated then?"
America's face was shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat now, and England hastily returned to his seat, unsure if he wanted to hear this.
Not that Poland's rather strident voice would spare him; the man was fairly loud and pushy for someone who was so introverted most of the time. "I'll totally tell you about mine first, if that makes it fairer?"
America hesitated, curiosity warring with embarrassment on his face, then finally nodded.
"Mine wasn't Liet either, actually."
England watched out of the corner of his eye as America sat up a little straighter in shock. "Wait, weren't you kind of married for a couple of centuries? I mean, didn't you ever--?"
Er, and the meeting they're attending is about the economic crisis, but the gangbang has nothing to do with that or That Fill. It's just that, even though sex doesn't "stimulate" anyone's "economy," this is way more interesting to all the
Hope this doesn't suck too much, OP! Other fillers are welcomed with open arms. XD
England would swear sometimes that the only point of these emergency economic meetings was to gossip. It had to be, because they damn well didn't achieve anything useful, and even their bosses knew it. The meetings didn't even boost morale, really; most of the nations attending them knew that it was only a matter of time till the world economy improved, and no amount of economic maneuvering would make much of a difference in the long run. It was really a matter of taking a long view of things.
Unfortunately, taking a long view of things left most nations with far too much time on their hands, which made it remarkably difficult to finish one's tea in peace.
"No way, I thought you were butt-buddies since before the Great Depression?" Poland exclaimed, leaning in a little closer, then jumping up in disgust when as America sprayed Coca-cola everywhere in shock.
The worst of it was that England couldn't even fault his manners; he was too busy mopping up his own tea with a spare handkerchief.
"Dude, where did that even come from?" America finally managed, still digging through his greasy paper bags for some no-doubt grease-soaked paper napkins to throw on top of his most recent mess. "Toris and I never--" He cut himself off hastily to push around a mass of sodden brown napkins, cheeks suspiciously pink.
England stood to go help the idiot already -- the boy was making a complete pig's breakfast of it, as usual -- then paused when Poland pulled his chair back from the dirty table and asked, rather too loudly, "Seriously? I mean, the first time he wrote me while he was staying with you, he said you were a perfect gentleman, so I thought he meant-- And you talk about each other all the time, and it sounded like you were a total virgin, so I thought he, you know!" Poland stopped waving his manicured hands wildy long enough to make a gesture (that should probably be outlawed) and then an obscene popping noise.
England twitched a little and turned to throw his own sodden napkins in a rubbish bin, realizing with a tiny shock that everyone else was starting to eavesdrop along with him. Even Greece was watching the the two men with lazy but unabashed interest, and Japan was fiddling unconvincingly with his phone, completely red-faced.
America laughed a little too loudly. "You thought he popped my cherry? I mean, he's an awesome friend, but we've definitely never-- And I wasn't a virgin!"
Poland made a strange disbelieving/interested noise. "Then who was your first, Alfred? Weren't you pretty isolated then?"
America's face was shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat now, and England hastily returned to his seat, unsure if he wanted to hear this.
Not that Poland's rather strident voice would spare him; the man was fairly loud and pushy for someone who was so introverted most of the time. "I'll totally tell you about mine first, if that makes it fairer?"
America hesitated, curiosity warring with embarrassment on his face, then finally nodded.
"Mine wasn't Liet either, actually."
England watched out of the corner of his eye as America sat up a little straighter in shock. "Wait, weren't you kind of married for a couple of centuries? I mean, didn't you ever--?"
Other countries, seeing in the news how major United States cities are being infested with bedbugs, use this as excuse to question/mock/insult America's parenting. America gets superdefensive then goes around harassing his states, giving them baths and trying to do their laundry (even though lack of cleanliness is not how bedbugs are spread). Please make America an adorably overbearing parent! ♥
Bonus: America confuses bedbugs for lice. His kids are afraid to correct him in case he puts them through that craziness a second time.
Extra bonus: with all the running around, America picks up bedbugs himself somewhere along the way and infests his kids for real.
Extra extra bonus: the countries teasing America weren't serious and feel bad afterward for insulting his kids.
Bonus: America confuses bedbugs for lice. His kids are afraid to correct him in case he puts them through that craziness a second time.
Extra bonus: with all the running around, America picks up bedbugs himself somewhere along the way and infests his kids for real.
Extra extra bonus: the countries teasing America weren't serious and feel bad afterward for insulting his kids.
where I live the kids always have a lice infestation and school were forced to use trashbags to stop the spread through coats X( I never got infected but it got bad. Im not sure of the other states though!
Ok! So, this anon was at a ceilidh on Friday (I effing /love/ ceilidhs) and, tonight found out that one of her favourite dances (Orcadian Strip the Willow is also popular in Denmark, though known as a different name (Pornopolka).
So, I would like to see Denmark (We all know he would love the flinging around of others that we Scots call ceilidhs) and Fem!Scotland dancing this dance, with, in the several brief moments of contact, some attempts at flirt- wait, no. This is Scotland and Denmark we're talking about. Some attempts at sexual innuendoes. Naturally (this /is/ the kink meme after all) they end up somewhere alone and try their favourite dance, the horizontal tango.
Bonus one; Denmark is wearing a kilt.
Bonus two; He's being a true Scotsman (*nudge nudge wink wink*)
So, I would like to see Denmark (We all know he would love the flinging around of others that we Scots call ceilidhs) and Fem!Scotland dancing this dance, with, in the several brief moments of contact, some attempts at flirt- wait, no. This is Scotland and Denmark we're talking about. Some attempts at sexual innuendoes. Naturally (this /is/ the kink meme after all) they end up somewhere alone and try their favourite dance, the horizontal tango.
Bonus one; Denmark is wearing a kilt.
Bonus two; He's being a true Scotsman (*nudge nudge wink wink*)
Just fyi, Pornopolka is the name of a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNspwOxCsJA) rather than a dance- but it does look like they do the same dance of strip the willow to this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11yjdWHxacQ . One of my favourites too btw~
Seconding!
And my captcha says Halifax, Scotland's spreading everywhere here.tempted to hope for a request on scottish canada now
Seconding!
And my captcha says Halifax, Scotland's spreading everywhere here.
Golden Horde's undead spirit somehow found a way into Russia's dreams and made him to revive his worst memories, when he was totured and/or raped by Horde.
Once Russia falls asleep again, but this time there is the presence of someone else in his dream, who has never been in this memory and who now saves him from the Horde.
America is absolutely clueless of what is going on, he just sees a dream where he being The Hero rescues some dude, who suspiciously reminds teenage Russia. America wakes up and forgets about the whole thing.
But the next night the dream returnes, and then again. Then America has a meeting with Russia for some political purposes, and after a conversation they make certain that they really shared a nightmare.
Exausted Russia clinging to America and refuses to sleep alone, and America is shocked by what was done to Russia (that should be actually brutal). Now they have to find a way how to prevent next one and how to exorcise the spirit of Horde.
Once Russia falls asleep again, but this time there is the presence of someone else in his dream, who has never been in this memory and who now saves him from the Horde.
America is absolutely clueless of what is going on, he just sees a dream where he being The Hero rescues some dude, who suspiciously reminds teenage Russia. America wakes up and forgets about the whole thing.
But the next night the dream returnes, and then again. Then America has a meeting with Russia for some political purposes, and after a conversation they make certain that they really shared a nightmare.
Exausted Russia clinging to America and refuses to sleep alone, and America is shocked by what was done to Russia (that should be actually brutal). Now they have to find a way how to prevent next one and how to exorcise the spirit of Horde.
Ok, lame description is lame. My poor english kills me.
Do want, anon. Seconded with the force of a thousand hamburgers.
France is turned on by Scotland's accent. At first it's nothing serious, just being Francis and mentioning that it's hot or something. But after a while it's getting really uncomfortable.
Bonus points if Scotland also likes France's accent.
Bonus points if Scotland also likes France's accent.
Why, soo hot! Seconded!
there seems to be alot more of Scotland/France requests recently, this anon is happy XDDD
there seems to be alot more of Scotland/France requests recently, this anon is happy XDDD
inspired by http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpbzdotMio0
anon would love to see more of the crusades on this kink meme (that crusade request above was not me by the way XD)
so my request is to see a historical based story of the christian kingdoms (england, france, spain, the italies, HRE, prussia/the teutonic knights etc.) going on crusade with their kings and armies, all in the name of God.
blood and fighting is a must, while smut is optional. preferred pairings are fruk, france/spain, spain/england, and spain/prussia.
bonus: they meet up with turkey and/or greece and/or egypt along the way.
if this has been requested/filled before, feel free to ignore this.
/goes to find a request to fill
anon would love to see more of the crusades on this kink meme (that crusade request above was not me by the way XD)
so my request is to see a historical based story of the christian kingdoms (england, france, spain, the italies, HRE, prussia/the teutonic knights etc.) going on crusade with their kings and armies, all in the name of God.
blood and fighting is a must, while smut is optional. preferred pairings are fruk, france/spain, spain/england, and spain/prussia.
bonus: they meet up with turkey and/or greece and/or egypt along the way.
if this has been requested/filled before, feel free to ignore this.
/goes to find a request to fill
Anon would really, really like to see some hot, raunchy sex between these two, with just them being the manly men that they are.
Bonus 1: They do a 69 position.
Bonus 2: Some body worshipping would be a nice touch.
Bonus 3: They do all of the above on a bench press, after everybody has left.
Bonus 1: They do a 69 position.
Bonus 2: Some body worshipping would be a nice touch.
Bonus 3: They do all of the above on a bench press, after everybody has left.
So, we remember that conversation Germany and Finland had (http://aph.starry-sky.com/04.html), in which he mentioned how the back of his boss's head had him looking for the Holy Grail for a while?
Let's have some of that. Germany looks for the Holy Grail, researches, maybe has some adventures and trials and tribulations...
It can be accurate and serious, it can be adventurous and exciting, or it can be silly (it can be all of those things!).
If you really want it badly enough, you can include America in a fedora.
Let's have some of that. Germany looks for the Holy Grail, researches, maybe has some adventures and trials and tribulations...
It can be accurate and serious, it can be adventurous and exciting, or it can be silly (it can be all of those things!).
If you really want it badly enough, you can include America in a fedora.
Scotland is the eldest of the Kirkland siblings, so he's seen everyone grow up since birth, basically. He doesn't get along perfectly with any of them (none of them do, really) but he tries to be a decent older brother. (nevermind the sometimes violent fights) But lately he's been feeling something more than sibling affection for his second-youngest brother, England... Cue internal conflict and heavy angst?
Kinks are age-gap (5-7 years?), incest, maybe some inappropriate touching... sob i'm going to hell
Bonuses:
- England is under 18 when they first have completely consensual sex
- It's England that makes the first move
I'm mostly thinking of an non-nation AU with pixiv!Scotland, but whatever works for filler anon is good.
Kinks are age-gap (5-7 years?), incest, maybe some inappropriate touching... sob i'm going to hell
Bonuses:
- England is under 18 when they first have completely consensual sex
- It's England that makes the first move
I'm mostly thinking of an non-nation AU with pixiv!Scotland, but whatever works for filler anon is good.
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In which one east dessert off the other. Human names prefered. Also, feel free to use and excessive amout of French if you want. Plot is not required. At all.
Bonuses:
France was waiting for Canada in his bed, covered in french desserts.
Canada is reluctant at first but France uses his sexy powers to convince him.
Some sort of syrup/sause is used as lube.
Bonuses:
France was waiting for Canada in his bed, covered in french desserts.
Canada is reluctant at first but France uses his sexy powers to convince him.
Some sort of syrup/sause is used as lube.
And I mean ANYTHING. Any fics, historical, sexual, violent, romantic, humorous, action-based, slice-of-life, political (past or present politics), fluff and cute, horror, any kinks, any feelings, anything.
Multiple fills are lovely ^^
Multiple fills are lovely ^^
Alfred as Hideki and Kiku as Chi. Rest of the cast is up to writer.
First fill, woo~ ^_^
"There's a second-hand place just down the street, you know. You could probably get a good deal there." Al scoffed at that, but the effect was lost on Matthew- the blonde had his back turned to him as he put his bowl in the sink.
"But then it'd be used. I want a nice one." The American shoved a forkful of ramen in his mouth before adding, "A human one." Matt cocked his head to the side, a habit he picked up from his persocom without even realizing it.
"Humanoids aren't as great as you think, Al," Matthew said. It was around then that Kumajirou noticed his owner was sitting down again and wormed onto his lap, curling up in a content little ball. Matt's hand automatically started stroking the persocom's soft fur as he continued. "You have to pay for a bus ticket for them when you go out. Then there's clothes, routine maintenance, and never mind software."
Al wasn't deterred in the least. "Yeah, but, they're so cool!" he beamed, setting his bowl down next to him. "I could have it tutor me for classes. How neat is that? A free tutor! And it could cook and clean for me too. No more ramen dinners," the mere thought made the American grin goofily.
Matthew smiled. "I offered to cook for you tonight, Al. Should have said something." Alfred shrugged dismissively, getting up.
"But I invited you over. How lame would it have been if I made you cook for me!" he laughed, making a mental note to do the dishes later as he put his bowl in the sink. It wasn't like there were a ton of them to do, but between classes and studying and 'personal time' Alfred just hadn't thought to tackle them for awhile now.
"I don't mind. Cooking is relaxing to me." Alfred snorted in disbelief, plopping down on the tatami and making a comment about cooking being torture as he reached for the remote. Matt rolled his eyes, nuzzling Kumajirou. The polar bear yawned, batting at him sleepily. "But...yeah. That second-hand place. The owner's a creep but he has some cool stuff in there. Some of the 'coms are new, clearance he gets from retailers, and he buys custom models off hobbyists."
"But it's a second-hand place. That means most of them are used." The blonde crinkled his nose at the mere thought. "Isn't that kind of creepy? What if they're, like, messed up and that's why they're there?"
"It's nothing like that, Al. I got Kumajirou used, you know. And he works fine." The laptop in question cracked an eye open at mention of his name and Matt smiled, ruffling his fur.
Alfred gave a small snort, flipping through the channels disinterestedly. "He forgets who you are every day, Matt."
"He doesn't. He just forgets I'm his owner," Matthew defended, wrapping his arms around the bear and hugging him tight. Kumajirou struggled grumpily, annoyed at being woken up again, but slumped in his owners' arms after a moment. "And that's my fault, not the store's."
Alfred nodded, knowingly, flipping off the television. The amount of English programs available on Japanese basic cable was next to nothing, and he didn't feel like digging around in his boxes for a movie.
The flat was silent, save for the muffled sounds of conversation through the wall and the wind. Matthew glanced at his watch and his blue eyes widened. "I better get back to my place. Gotta get up early tomorrow." He shuffled to his feet awkwardly, still holding Kumajirou in his arms, and headed for the door. "Thanks for dinner, Al. You have class tomorrow?"
Al grunted affirmatively, flopping backwards on the floor with his arms akimbo. "I should probably get some sleep too," he sighed. "See ya later, Mattie." The other blonde smiled and gave a little wave, shutting the door with a quiet click.
"There's a second-hand place just down the street, you know. You could probably get a good deal there." Al scoffed at that, but the effect was lost on Matthew- the blonde had his back turned to him as he put his bowl in the sink.
"But then it'd be used. I want a nice one." The American shoved a forkful of ramen in his mouth before adding, "A human one." Matt cocked his head to the side, a habit he picked up from his persocom without even realizing it.
"Humanoids aren't as great as you think, Al," Matthew said. It was around then that Kumajirou noticed his owner was sitting down again and wormed onto his lap, curling up in a content little ball. Matt's hand automatically started stroking the persocom's soft fur as he continued. "You have to pay for a bus ticket for them when you go out. Then there's clothes, routine maintenance, and never mind software."
Al wasn't deterred in the least. "Yeah, but, they're so cool!" he beamed, setting his bowl down next to him. "I could have it tutor me for classes. How neat is that? A free tutor! And it could cook and clean for me too. No more ramen dinners," the mere thought made the American grin goofily.
Matthew smiled. "I offered to cook for you tonight, Al. Should have said something." Alfred shrugged dismissively, getting up.
"But I invited you over. How lame would it have been if I made you cook for me!" he laughed, making a mental note to do the dishes later as he put his bowl in the sink. It wasn't like there were a ton of them to do, but between classes and studying and 'personal time' Alfred just hadn't thought to tackle them for awhile now.
"I don't mind. Cooking is relaxing to me." Alfred snorted in disbelief, plopping down on the tatami and making a comment about cooking being torture as he reached for the remote. Matt rolled his eyes, nuzzling Kumajirou. The polar bear yawned, batting at him sleepily. "But...yeah. That second-hand place. The owner's a creep but he has some cool stuff in there. Some of the 'coms are new, clearance he gets from retailers, and he buys custom models off hobbyists."
"But it's a second-hand place. That means most of them are used." The blonde crinkled his nose at the mere thought. "Isn't that kind of creepy? What if they're, like, messed up and that's why they're there?"
"It's nothing like that, Al. I got Kumajirou used, you know. And he works fine." The laptop in question cracked an eye open at mention of his name and Matt smiled, ruffling his fur.
Alfred gave a small snort, flipping through the channels disinterestedly. "He forgets who you are every day, Matt."
"He doesn't. He just forgets I'm his owner," Matthew defended, wrapping his arms around the bear and hugging him tight. Kumajirou struggled grumpily, annoyed at being woken up again, but slumped in his owners' arms after a moment. "And that's my fault, not the store's."
Alfred nodded, knowingly, flipping off the television. The amount of English programs available on Japanese basic cable was next to nothing, and he didn't feel like digging around in his boxes for a movie.
The flat was silent, save for the muffled sounds of conversation through the wall and the wind. Matthew glanced at his watch and his blue eyes widened. "I better get back to my place. Gotta get up early tomorrow." He shuffled to his feet awkwardly, still holding Kumajirou in his arms, and headed for the door. "Thanks for dinner, Al. You have class tomorrow?"
Al grunted affirmatively, flopping backwards on the floor with his arms akimbo. "I should probably get some sleep too," he sighed. "See ya later, Mattie." The other blonde smiled and gave a little wave, shutting the door with a quiet click.
France likes it harder, better, faster, stronger. To view it, coat it jam unlock it around the world one more time.
Anon wants it dirty, smutty and for France and America switch who tops and who bottoms with multiple rounds of hot sex in one night. The only twist in the kink is that author anon manages to incorporate as much Daft Punk lyrics as one can while they drag and drop it, zip unzip it.
Bonus: it starts when France gives America a lap dance in his office.
Anon wants it dirty, smutty and for France and America switch who tops and who bottoms with multiple rounds of hot sex in one night. The only twist in the kink is that author anon manages to incorporate as much Daft Punk lyrics as one can while they drag and drop it, zip unzip it.
Bonus: it starts when France gives America a lap dance in his office.
FUCKING THIS
SECONDING FOREVER.
SECONDING FOREVER.
Any nation and their people - citizens inadvertently make their nation's day
(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 12:14 am (UTC)(link)A nation is having a bad day when they overhear a couple of their people talking about how proud they are to be from that nation despite its issues. It makes the nation feel all warm and fuzzy and forget whatever they were feeling bad about. They then thank the people or hug the people or something and walk away, and the people in question have no idea why that random person seemed so pleased with them.
Just looking for something kind of happy and cute. :)
Just looking for something kind of happy and cute. :)
short fill, I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you're hoping for. Translation at the end.
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Ogni cosa ha un suo prezzo
Ma nessuno saprà
Quanto costa la mia libertà…
Edoardo Bennato, Venderò
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“I mean it, if you think about it, we're not even getting a whiff of what our splendid Vice–Premier,” fingers making quotation marks, "is really doing, not to mention the whole world is making fun of us nowadays!"
Italy hadn't really meant to eavesdrop, but the girl speaking wasn't really trying to keep her voice low.
If he were to concentrate on her more than on her words, he'd surely know who she was, and every detail of her life, but he really wasn't up to that; he was feeling tired and restless, and not even visiting Germany earlier in the morning had helped.
His economics were doing fine, all things considered, though the discontent with a few things, especially the rising price of oil, was making people antsy; his politics, well, those could be better, but Italy tried not to let that spoil his mood, yet…
Yet, Italy had reached the end of a bad day, and every small thing piled up to the total, making him cranky –something he rarely was.
He’d visited his boss, who had woken him up early in the morning, but the air around the Campidoglio had been rather cold and tense, and it didn’t help that he could feel what most of those politicians felt.
The hatred, the distress… he didn’t like it.
Then, his international problems –it was true that all around the world, people kept commenting of his Vice–Premier and his actions, laughing at him and at Italian people, wondering why they didn’t do anything to change things, wondering why were they so stupid as to vote for him every single time…
Not that the other side was that much better, and Italy knew it. One side didn’t help, the other didn’t act, and all in all, it only made him hate politics even more.
He was an artist, a literate, and (something very few knew) he liked his economy and dedicated a lot of attention to it, but… all of this was too much. The hypocrisy, the dislike…
After a long, boring, tense meeting, Italy had fled to Germany’s house, hoping to rest and relax with him for a bit, but his friend had denied him the comfort, too busy working ahead of schedule to notice Italy’s need for a hug, and with a few curt words he’d sent him home.
Wandering around for the remaining of his afternoon, his back aching for a derailment and stressed enough that he hadn’t even been able to take a siesta, Italy had ended up taking a stroll through Venice, staring in distaste at the trash his people left littering around.
Why couldn’t they keep that beautiful city clean? What strain could it be to throw the trash away where it belonged, and keep the small, narrow calli free of waste and foul smell?
“I know, I know!” a second girl admitted, letting out a soft sigh, and Italy, sitting on the steps of a church, mimicked her.
Why couldn’t he just stand up and leave already? He didn’t want to hear things he knew already. He wanted to go home and maybe eat some pasta, and go to sleep at his brother’s side, and forget everything for a bit…
Yet, he was too tired to even move, and he simply pressed his forehead against the cold stone of the church’s wall, watching a pigeon peck around, a few feet away. He didn’t look at the two girls talking.
“Just think about it, in Egypt they even made a song against that person, and now foreigners think that Italy is just spaghetti, mandolino, mafia and our splendid vice–premier!” the first continued, raising her voice even more, taking on a snobbish tone, once again making quoting marks with her fingers at the word ‘splendid’.
Her next tirade was lost to Italy’s ears, as he thankfully managed to concentrate on the pigeon instead.
The little thing was flapping its wings around, pecking at crumbles of bread…
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Ogni cosa ha un suo prezzo
Ma nessuno saprà
Quanto costa la mia libertà…
Edoardo Bennato, Venderò
–––
“I mean it, if you think about it, we're not even getting a whiff of what our splendid Vice–Premier,” fingers making quotation marks, "is really doing, not to mention the whole world is making fun of us nowadays!"
Italy hadn't really meant to eavesdrop, but the girl speaking wasn't really trying to keep her voice low.
If he were to concentrate on her more than on her words, he'd surely know who she was, and every detail of her life, but he really wasn't up to that; he was feeling tired and restless, and not even visiting Germany earlier in the morning had helped.
His economics were doing fine, all things considered, though the discontent with a few things, especially the rising price of oil, was making people antsy; his politics, well, those could be better, but Italy tried not to let that spoil his mood, yet…
Yet, Italy had reached the end of a bad day, and every small thing piled up to the total, making him cranky –something he rarely was.
He’d visited his boss, who had woken him up early in the morning, but the air around the Campidoglio had been rather cold and tense, and it didn’t help that he could feel what most of those politicians felt.
The hatred, the distress… he didn’t like it.
Then, his international problems –it was true that all around the world, people kept commenting of his Vice–Premier and his actions, laughing at him and at Italian people, wondering why they didn’t do anything to change things, wondering why were they so stupid as to vote for him every single time…
Not that the other side was that much better, and Italy knew it. One side didn’t help, the other didn’t act, and all in all, it only made him hate politics even more.
He was an artist, a literate, and (something very few knew) he liked his economy and dedicated a lot of attention to it, but… all of this was too much. The hypocrisy, the dislike…
After a long, boring, tense meeting, Italy had fled to Germany’s house, hoping to rest and relax with him for a bit, but his friend had denied him the comfort, too busy working ahead of schedule to notice Italy’s need for a hug, and with a few curt words he’d sent him home.
Wandering around for the remaining of his afternoon, his back aching for a derailment and stressed enough that he hadn’t even been able to take a siesta, Italy had ended up taking a stroll through Venice, staring in distaste at the trash his people left littering around.
Why couldn’t they keep that beautiful city clean? What strain could it be to throw the trash away where it belonged, and keep the small, narrow calli free of waste and foul smell?
“I know, I know!” a second girl admitted, letting out a soft sigh, and Italy, sitting on the steps of a church, mimicked her.
Why couldn’t he just stand up and leave already? He didn’t want to hear things he knew already. He wanted to go home and maybe eat some pasta, and go to sleep at his brother’s side, and forget everything for a bit…
Yet, he was too tired to even move, and he simply pressed his forehead against the cold stone of the church’s wall, watching a pigeon peck around, a few feet away. He didn’t look at the two girls talking.
“Just think about it, in Egypt they even made a song against that person, and now foreigners think that Italy is just spaghetti, mandolino, mafia and our splendid vice–premier!” the first continued, raising her voice even more, taking on a snobbish tone, once again making quoting marks with her fingers at the word ‘splendid’.
Her next tirade was lost to Italy’s ears, as he thankfully managed to concentrate on the pigeon instead.
The little thing was flapping its wings around, pecking at crumbles of bread…
author!anon feels like she's not that anon now, but lol
(Anonymous) - 2010-09-20 22:37 (UTC) - ExpandI figured its okay to ask for either since both involve an exaggeration of a nations height. So either one or more nations become really small or one (Or more) nations become huge and the other nations just look tiny.
I would prefer microphillia and not all that cracky with (tiny) America involved.
they look so cute (all work safe)> / / / < :
http://www.delicious.com/Ji37
Bonus 1: You use the bunny thing in the pic somehow.
Bonues2: One of the/the tiny nation gets into the others clothing and startsarousing themfooling around with them.
Bonus 3:AmericaBeing kept in a some form of containerby Russia...perhaps the other nation really thought minination was a new toy?
Although I implied some form of smut it doesn't have to end in smuttiness. Even bonus 2 can be taken as more cracky lol if you want...like making other nation think its a ghost or s/t.
I would prefer microphillia and not all that cracky with (tiny) America involved.
they look so cute (all work safe)> / / / < :
http://www.delicious.com/Ji37
Bonus 1: You use the bunny thing in the pic somehow.
Bonues2: One of the/the tiny nation gets into the others clothing and starts
Bonus 3:
Although I implied some form of smut it doesn't have to end in smuttiness. Even bonus 2 can be taken as more cracky lol if you want...like making other nation think its a ghost or s/t.
Um, most people aren't members of Aarinfantasy ... and thus can't see any of those pictures. That makes it quite hard to fill your request. OTL
Inspired by Liete's 30 Meetings Chapter 26: Don't look back in Anger
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5816641/26/30_Meetings
AU. A continuation or maybe your own Guardian Angel!England story where England is assigned as a guardian angel for America. They have to meet each other with England disguise as human.
I already asked for Liete's permission on this!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5816641/26/30_Meetings
AU. A continuation or maybe your own Guardian Angel!England story where England is assigned as a guardian angel for America. They have to meet each other with England disguise as human.
I already asked for Liete's permission on this!
Sorry, I'm a total trekkie. I would love fic or art of the hetalia counties as the cast of Star Trek TOS or meeting them. And maybe and OC "Nation" for vulcan? Or Romulus and Remus?
Anything goes, honestly. Even pure crack!
Live Long and Prosper XD
Anything goes, honestly. Even pure crack!
Live Long and Prosper XD
Chekov has a crush on Russia. You know it's true. ;D And has epic fights with Korea over where things were invented
Yay, fellow Trekkie! Seconded because I have too much homework to have time to write a fill for something so wonderful...
Yay, fellow Trekkie! Seconded because I have too much homework to have time to write a fill for something so wonderful...
Okay... the title should speak for itself... Bondage between S!Italy and Belgium. Annon does not particularly care who tops, maybe they can't agree ether...
annon partial to crack, but will take what comes
annon partial to crack, but will take what comes
I just stumbled upon this totally awesome fanart
I’d love to see a similar story, with America trying to have a movie night with Russia and frantically trying to cover his Cold War posters, his INAPPROPIATE books, movies, etc.
I’d love to see a similar story, with America trying to have a movie night with Russia and frantically trying to cover his Cold War posters, his INAPPROPIATE books, movies, etc.
Heh, I've never thought about how awkward being a nation might make little things like that! Very cool, anon. XD
The world already knows about the nations and their treating them like celebrities! Paparazzi stalking them to see who's sleeping with who, having a lover's tiff, etc, etc. Something like a celebrity gossip tabloid.
Preferred pairings: USUK, Spamano, GerIta, RoChu, PruCan or Franada, GiriPan
Preferred pairings: USUK, Spamano, GerIta, RoChu, PruCan or Franada, GiriPan
Loving this!
I may try it
I may try it
I can't imagine that England, as concerned as he is with things being neat and clean and orderly, really appreciates animals... especially an animal like a bear. I'm sure that Kumajiro, likewise, doesn't really care much for England.
Tony and Kumajiro bond over a mutual hatred of England.
Bonus: Kumajiro hates England because of how England treats Canada... even though Kumajiro can't exactly remember who Canada is (Kumajiro, after all, might be forgetful... but at least he's loyal.)
Bonus: Tony has to keep reminding Kumajiro who Canada is. ("I hate the way he treats, uhm... uhm..." "...Canada?" "Yeah, that one.")
Bonus: Canada is oblivious.
Tony and Kumajiro bond over a mutual hatred of England.
Bonus: Kumajiro hates England because of how England treats Canada... even though Kumajiro can't exactly remember who Canada is (Kumajiro, after all, might be forgetful... but at least he's loyal.)
Bonus: Tony has to keep reminding Kumajiro who Canada is. ("I hate the way he treats, uhm... uhm..." "...Canada?" "Yeah, that one.")
Bonus: Canada is oblivious.
Hopefully it tickles OPs funny bone.
“It was nice for you and uh Tony to come visit America.” Canada said as he made some pancakes for the four of them. “Kumataro doesn’t really have any friends but he and Tony seem to be getting along really well.”
America laughed at that. “I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends!” He said in way of agreement, glancing to where the two seemed to be in a deep conversation on the floor in the living room.
“I hate that fucking limey.” Tony told Kumajirou as they conversed about their mutually hatred of England.
Kumajirou nodded sagely, or what could have been sagely for a bear. “He treats um so badly.”
Tony looked at him head tilted. “Canada?”
“Who?”
“Canada, isn’t he your partner?” Tony asked, nodding his head to where Canada and America were in the kitchen.
“Yes him.” Kumajirou said as he went back to what he was saying. “England always treats that country-”
“Canada.” Tony supplied.
“So badly!” The bear continued, not seeming to notice Tony interrupting him.
Tony frowned, if an alien could frown and nodded. “He treats America badly too. He’s always putting him down and making fun of him. I’d like to shove a sharp probe up hi-“
“Ignoring! He ignores that person.” Kumajirou added, Tony once again supplying Canada. “Yes him. He’s always wanted England’s attention even though he has me. It was much better when um. . .who?”
“Canada.”
“Right. It was betted when France was here.” Kumajirou told Tony with a wave of his paw. “To bad he couldn’t hold up to England.”
“What we need to do is show England that he can’t push them around anymore.” Tony said with a wicked look. “What we need to do is abduct him and then conduct horribly painful experiences on him.”
Kumajirou nodded eager to hear more. “What experiments?”
“We’ll take a-” Tony was interrupted as he was about to continue his horrible plans by Canada’s voice.
“Pancakes are ready!”
“Food!” Kumajirou called happily as he ran toward where Canada and Amerian were.
Tony huffed in annoyance. “Bears. . .they don’t make good partners.” He said to himself as he followed after the polar bear, deciding to give these ‘pancakes’ a try.
“It was nice for you and uh Tony to come visit America.” Canada said as he made some pancakes for the four of them. “Kumataro doesn’t really have any friends but he and Tony seem to be getting along really well.”
America laughed at that. “I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends!” He said in way of agreement, glancing to where the two seemed to be in a deep conversation on the floor in the living room.
“I hate that fucking limey.” Tony told Kumajirou as they conversed about their mutually hatred of England.
Kumajirou nodded sagely, or what could have been sagely for a bear. “He treats um so badly.”
Tony looked at him head tilted. “Canada?”
“Who?”
“Canada, isn’t he your partner?” Tony asked, nodding his head to where Canada and America were in the kitchen.
“Yes him.” Kumajirou said as he went back to what he was saying. “England always treats that country-”
“Canada.” Tony supplied.
“So badly!” The bear continued, not seeming to notice Tony interrupting him.
Tony frowned, if an alien could frown and nodded. “He treats America badly too. He’s always putting him down and making fun of him. I’d like to shove a sharp probe up hi-“
“Ignoring! He ignores that person.” Kumajirou added, Tony once again supplying Canada. “Yes him. He’s always wanted England’s attention even though he has me. It was much better when um. . .who?”
“Canada.”
“Right. It was betted when France was here.” Kumajirou told Tony with a wave of his paw. “To bad he couldn’t hold up to England.”
“What we need to do is show England that he can’t push them around anymore.” Tony said with a wicked look. “What we need to do is abduct him and then conduct horribly painful experiences on him.”
Kumajirou nodded eager to hear more. “What experiments?”
“We’ll take a-” Tony was interrupted as he was about to continue his horrible plans by Canada’s voice.
“Pancakes are ready!”
“Food!” Kumajirou called happily as he ran toward where Canada and Amerian were.
Tony huffed in annoyance. “Bears. . .they don’t make good partners.” He said to himself as he followed after the polar bear, deciding to give these ‘pancakes’ a try.
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