“W-What’s all that?!” Russia stammered out, tensing up as France’s hand disappeared from sight. He didn’t even have a chance to protest as France slipped a finger inside him and began sliding it in and out.
“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,” he said bluntly before he dipped his head down to kiss Russia’s thigh as he added another finger, but found himself not moving them as he arched an eyebrow with concern. “Are you okay?”
Russia nodded, whimpering as France’s fingers nudged into him. “Hurts a little...” He said with the smallest voice. Part of him wanted to clamp his legs together and run away but he truly wanted France to just get on with it. He didn’t care if it would hurt. He wanted it over and done with so he could deal with the consequences. He had to know if he was truly just another toy for France to discard once he was done. “Keep going.”
To Russia’s relief, France didn’t say anything further. Instead, he continued stretching him out, gently spreading his fingers for what felt like an eternity until he curled his digits and brushed against something Russia hadn’t even known about until now. He found himself letting out a noise he never thought would pass through his lips. A noise of pure lust; a wanton moan that forced France to press into the spot again.
“Ah, Russia likes that...” France muttered, placing another kiss to his inner thigh. “It is to be expected.”
Russia felt his entire body heat up with embarrassment as he tried to muffle his own voice with his scarf.
“P-please, I want more.”
“You’re not ready ye-” His voice was cut off as Russia pulled his body up from the bed and grabbed the condom from his hand. “Do you know how to put one of those on another person?” He said with a slightly condescending tone.
“Y-Yes!” Russia stammered, staring down at the small foil packet as he knelt in front of France. Fumbling with it, he tore the packet open and tried to ignore France’s chuckle as the rubber ring flew into the air and landed on his own head.
With a slight pout, he grabbed the condom and tried to recall how they had done it in pornographic films he had seen. He gazed down at France’s erection, swallowing hard as he balanced it on the tip, only to hear a quiet “Other way” from the blonde.
Blushing furiously, he flipped it over, holding the tip as he rolled it down France’s shaft, intimidated as it barely reached the bottom. He wasn’t sure how well such things were supposed to fit and he found the lubricated item to be slightly amusing, but that didn’t help his body from tensing up at the mere thought of being fucked by what was inside it.
“How do you want to do this? Would you prefer to lie down... or do you want to be on all fours?”
“Don’t be vile. Do you see me as some sort of dog? Don’t you want to see me or something? Do you really see me as a piece of meat to stick your dick in?” Russia snapped, glaring at France for a moment as he allowed his own insecurities to flood from his mouth so suddenly.
“Hey hey... My love, please be calm. I was simply asking for your own comfort. Of course I want to see your face,” he paused, placing his hands on Russia's chest. “Your body...”
Russia cleaned his throat before he shuffled forward and straddled France, sitting in his lap. He could feel France's cock slide between his cheeks as he shifted himself. “Want to do it like this,” he said as he sat up a little.
“I want to see how beautiful my Russia looks when he feels good,” France uttered, wrapping his arms around Russia as he adjusted his position. He ignored the weight of the other man as he lowered their bodies to the bed. he didn’t want to do any sudden movements, despite what his body wanted to do.
“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.
“F-France... kiss me...” Russia mumbled, allowing his arms to drift into the air. Instantly, he found himself able to hug France closer as he leaned in, their lips coming together in a lust-filled kiss as France continued to push into Russia sporadically, with more need than before.
“It’s okay to come, you don’t have to prove your stamina to me,” he mumbled between kisses, allowing his tongue to delve inside France’s mouth. This was the first time he had taken control of a kiss and all he could do was imitate what France did, teasing the other man’s tongue; gentle massaging it with all the energy he could muster.
Russia felt a shock of pain as France dug his fingers into his sides, stopping the kiss to flop his head down onto Russia’s chest as he jabbed shallowly inside a few more times before he completely allowed his body to fall down. Had he finished? He had stopped moving but remained inside him.
He didn't move. Instead, he simply lay there atop Russia, panting heavily, uttering several French phrases Russia failed to understand.
“Do you mind getting off me for a moment?” Russia grumbled, trying to push the blonde off him only to fail miserably as his body refused to give him any strength.
“Don’t want to,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, still euphoric from his own orgasm.
“Please get off me,” Russia said flatly, squirming under France. He didn’t know what the etiquette was concerning post-coital activities. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay or leave. He wasn’t sure if they were supposed to talk about it or never mention it.
“Don’t be grumpy Russia, I just want to be in you a little longer. You’re divine,” he uttered, tilting his head to the side to watch his finger as he traced invisible patterns on Russia’s chest.
“France, I’m asking you to get off me... and get out of me too.” He was embarrassed by what they had done but happy at the same time. His heart was pounding and he wanted to say so much, but all he could do was tell France to get off him. He felt rude, but he couldn't think of what to say. He wasn't good with words at the best of times.
He let out a low groan as he finally felt France withdraw from him. His body was still throbbing and without France on top of him, he could see his limbs shaking slightly.
“I’m cold,” he said softly, turning over to face France as he settled down beside him. He gazed into the other man's eyes, his heart jumping as France smiled at him and shuffled forward before he kissed him gently on the lips.
Without speaking though, France took Russia into his arms and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.
Russia awoke slowly, instantly remembering the events of the night before. His body ached all over. He couldn’t even remember falling asleep. He definitely couldn’t recall going under the sheets... he ran his hands over his torso, suddenly realising his shirt was gone. He most certainly did not remember removing his shirt.
He turned over, expecting France to be there but instead, all he found was an empty spot. A cold empty spot.
How long had he been alone?
“France?”
He sat up slightly, clutching the sheet to his chest. France was gone. He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Of course he’s gone, why wouldn’t he be?” He mumbled, sliding under the sheets. He was ashamed of how he had actually allowed himself to believe France lies. He had heard so many bad things about France and he had taken them all in...his mind had convinced him fully that France was not one to be trusted yet he had let his heart take over; let his heart lead him into bed with France and now he had given up the one last pure thing about himself.
He was just another notch on France’s bedpost now. Another experience he would be able to gloat about, or perhaps not. Rubbing his face into the pillow, he allowed memories of the previous night flash before his eyes. He doubted France would be gloating about it any time soon. He wasn’t as attractive as any of France’s previous conquests; his body wasn’t as toned; wasn’t as lean... He had no one feature that would set him apart from any of the other people France had shared his bed with.
But to him, France would always be there in his mind; in his heart. He would always be the one and as he felt his heart ache slightly, he would be his last. He had made a mistake and he would not repeat it again.
“I’m such an idiot,” he said as he bashed the pillow with his fist.
“And why is that, beautiful?” a voice chimed in and he felt the bed dip down. “I happen to think you are very intelligent.”
Russia scrambled around and sat up, blinking hard. “W-What are you doing here?”
France frowned for a second. “...this is my house?” He said slowly, raising the tray he held in the air. “I made you breakfast. I made croissants, from scratch.” He winked, smiling as he placed the tray on Russia’s lap. “Also, jam from England. If it’s terrible, we can just throw it over the balcony.”
Russia almost drooled as the smell of the fresh croissants filled the air before him. Taking hold of one, he realised they were still warm. France had made them for him, with his own hands... he had gone out of his way just for him.
“They smell... nice.”
“They are nice. They’re fantastic actually. Why are you an idiot anyway?” France asked again, shuffling further onto the bed and sitting astride Russia. He took hold of one of the croissants, breaking a small part off and holding it up to Russia’s lips. “Why is Russia an idiot?”
Russia looked down at the bread France was holding out to him. “It’s nothing,” he uttered, opening his mouth as France pushed it into his mouth. As he chewed it, he stared at France. He hadn’t gone anywhere. He had just gone to cook breakfast for him.
“Nothing?” France asked again, opening the jar of jam and pushing his finger inside, sniffing the substance on the end of his finger for a moment. Running it along Russia’s lips, he bent forward and gently kissed him. “Tastes good. And the jam is quite tasty too.”
“I just thought... it’s nothing, really,” Russia insisted, licking his lips.
France shrugged, pressing his lips to Russia’s forehead before he climbed back off the bed and stretched. “If you’re not busy today and if you’re not fed up of my company by now, I was wondering if you would accompany me to a sunflower field for a picnic?”
Russia couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion. He had mentioned his penchant for the flowers on their first date, when their table at the restaurant had them in a vase. He couldn’t believe he had remembered and he tried to hide his excitement as France turned to face him, awaiting an answer to his question. In an instant, his insecurities about their relationship left his mind once again and this time, he knew they wouldn’t return.
“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,”
-snorts- he says this even though he previously licked his cum. You's a smart one, france. But other than that, wonderful fill~ I love submissive Russia.
I didn't even think I wrote him as submissive. Me thinks original anon who said they loved submissive anon misused the word and simply meant that they enjoy Russia being taken.
I'm so happy. I really, really love this and I'm sad to see it end. But what a great end it was. I'm a total sucker for morning after fluff. Thank you so much for filling this anon. You did a great job and I'll love this forever. (Great, now I'm getting all sappy.)
I think not going into too much detail with the sex was a good choice. I love smut as much as the next fangirl (maybe more) but that wasn't what I wanted this to focus on. Once again, great job.
Aww, thank you. I tried my best (...okay, well I tried) and I thought I'd gone off on a tangent at one point but I'm glad you enjoyed it. For such a great prompt, it deserved to be filled by someone and I'm glad I wrote it because I'm a sucker for this kind of role-reversal :)
I love both Frussia as well as uke!Russia, so this fill totally made my day :D It's so cute~ And you had it characterized perfectly, even though this is a tough pairing to write (IMO anyways :P) Thanks so much for this!
my head... exploded from trying to hold back my fangirl screams XD
this whole fill just screams awesomeness. [s]i'm not even sure how much of the wetness i feel now is due to my period... wait, my period ended yesterday xP[/s]
y'know it never even crossed my mind that Frussia was possible, much less uke!Russia (i ship RoChu). now it's clear that anything is possible in Hetalia. god i love this fandom
I love this *_* I think France/Russia is now official my OTP! I have such a craving for uke!Russia and I absolutely love him beeing so insecure and shy. It was perfect! The whole thing was so cute. And I love the fluff in this! Not to forget to smut :D It satisfied me without any fetishes, yeah^^ Seriously, it was so well written! And France was just wonderful^^ Yes It´s my OTP now...
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Re: Vodka scented roses~ 11/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,” he said bluntly before he dipped his head down to kiss Russia’s thigh as he added another finger, but found himself not moving them as he arched an eyebrow with concern. “Are you okay?”
Russia nodded, whimpering as France’s fingers nudged into him. “Hurts a little...” He said with the smallest voice. Part of him wanted to clamp his legs together and run away but he truly wanted France to just get on with it. He didn’t care if it would hurt. He wanted it over and done with so he could deal with the consequences. He had to know if he was truly just another toy for France to discard once he was done. “Keep going.”
To Russia’s relief, France didn’t say anything further. Instead, he continued stretching him out, gently spreading his fingers for what felt like an eternity until he curled his digits and brushed against something Russia hadn’t even known about until now. He found himself letting out a noise he never thought would pass through his lips. A noise of pure lust; a wanton moan that forced France to press into the spot again.
“Ah, Russia likes that...” France muttered, placing another kiss to his inner thigh. “It is to be expected.”
Russia felt his entire body heat up with embarrassment as he tried to muffle his own voice with his scarf.
“P-please, I want more.”
“You’re not ready ye-” His voice was cut off as Russia pulled his body up from the bed and grabbed the condom from his hand. “Do you know how to put one of those on another person?” He said with a slightly condescending tone.
“Y-Yes!” Russia stammered, staring down at the small foil packet as he knelt in front of France. Fumbling with it, he tore the packet open and tried to ignore France’s chuckle as the rubber ring flew into the air and landed on his own head.
With a slight pout, he grabbed the condom and tried to recall how they had done it in pornographic films he had seen. He gazed down at France’s erection, swallowing hard as he balanced it on the tip, only to hear a quiet “Other way” from the blonde.
Blushing furiously, he flipped it over, holding the tip as he rolled it down France’s shaft, intimidated as it barely reached the bottom. He wasn’t sure how well such things were supposed to fit and he found the lubricated item to be slightly amusing, but that didn’t help his body from tensing up at the mere thought of being fucked by what was inside it.
“How do you want to do this? Would you prefer to lie down... or do you want to be on all fours?”
“Don’t be vile. Do you see me as some sort of dog? Don’t you want to see me or something? Do you really see me as a piece of meat to stick your dick in?” Russia snapped, glaring at France for a moment as he allowed his own insecurities to flood from his mouth so suddenly.
“Hey hey... My love, please be calm. I was simply asking for your own comfort. Of course I want to see your face,” he paused, placing his hands on Russia's chest. “Your body...”
Russia cleaned his throat before he shuffled forward and straddled France, sitting in his lap. He could feel France's cock slide between his cheeks as he shifted himself. “Want to do it like this,” he said as he sat up a little.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 12/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 13/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)“It’s okay to come, you don’t have to prove your stamina to me,” he mumbled between kisses, allowing his tongue to delve inside France’s mouth. This was the first time he had taken control of a kiss and all he could do was imitate what France did, teasing the other man’s tongue; gentle massaging it with all the energy he could muster.
Russia felt a shock of pain as France dug his fingers into his sides, stopping the kiss to flop his head down onto Russia’s chest as he jabbed shallowly inside a few more times before he completely allowed his body to fall down. Had he finished? He had stopped moving but remained inside him.
He didn't move. Instead, he simply lay there atop Russia, panting heavily, uttering several French phrases Russia failed to understand.
“Do you mind getting off me for a moment?” Russia grumbled, trying to push the blonde off him only to fail miserably as his body refused to give him any strength.
“Don’t want to,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, still euphoric from his own orgasm.
“Please get off me,” Russia said flatly, squirming under France. He didn’t know what the etiquette was concerning post-coital activities. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay or leave. He wasn’t sure if they were supposed to talk about it or never mention it.
“Don’t be grumpy Russia, I just want to be in you a little longer. You’re divine,” he uttered, tilting his head to the side to watch his finger as he traced invisible patterns on Russia’s chest.
“France, I’m asking you to get off me... and get out of me too.” He was embarrassed by what they had done but happy at the same time. His heart was pounding and he wanted to say so much, but all he could do was tell France to get off him. He felt rude, but he couldn't think of what to say. He wasn't good with words at the best of times.
He let out a low groan as he finally felt France withdraw from him. His body was still throbbing and without France on top of him, he could see his limbs shaking slightly.
“I’m cold,” he said softly, turning over to face France as he settled down beside him. He gazed into the other man's eyes, his heart jumping as France smiled at him and shuffled forward before he kissed him gently on the lips.
Without speaking though, France took Russia into his arms and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)He turned over, expecting France to be there but instead, all he found was an empty spot. A cold empty spot.
How long had he been alone?
“France?”
He sat up slightly, clutching the sheet to his chest. France was gone. He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Of course he’s gone, why wouldn’t he be?” He mumbled, sliding under the sheets. He was ashamed of how he had actually allowed himself to believe France lies. He had heard so many bad things about France and he had taken them all in...his mind had convinced him fully that France was not one to be trusted yet he had let his heart take over; let his heart lead him into bed with France and now he had given up the one last pure thing about himself.
He was just another notch on France’s bedpost now. Another experience he would be able to gloat about, or perhaps not. Rubbing his face into the pillow, he allowed memories of the previous night flash before his eyes. He doubted France would be gloating about it any time soon. He wasn’t as attractive as any of France’s previous conquests; his body wasn’t as toned; wasn’t as lean... He had no one feature that would set him apart from any of the other people France had shared his bed with.
But to him, France would always be there in his mind; in his heart. He would always be the one and as he felt his heart ache slightly, he would be his last. He had made a mistake and he would not repeat it again.
“I’m such an idiot,” he said as he bashed the pillow with his fist.
“And why is that, beautiful?” a voice chimed in and he felt the bed dip down. “I happen to think you are very intelligent.”
Russia scrambled around and sat up, blinking hard. “W-What are you doing here?”
France frowned for a second. “...this is my house?” He said slowly, raising the tray he held in the air. “I made you breakfast. I made croissants, from scratch.” He winked, smiling as he placed the tray on Russia’s lap. “Also, jam from England. If it’s terrible, we can just throw it over the balcony.”
Russia almost drooled as the smell of the fresh croissants filled the air before him. Taking hold of one, he realised they were still warm. France had made them for him, with his own hands... he had gone out of his way just for him.
“They smell... nice.”
“They are nice. They’re fantastic actually. Why are you an idiot anyway?” France asked again, shuffling further onto the bed and sitting astride Russia. He took hold of one of the croissants, breaking a small part off and holding it up to Russia’s lips. “Why is Russia an idiot?”
Russia looked down at the bread France was holding out to him. “It’s nothing,” he uttered, opening his mouth as France pushed it into his mouth. As he chewed it, he stared at France. He hadn’t gone anywhere. He had just gone to cook breakfast for him.
“Nothing?” France asked again, opening the jar of jam and pushing his finger inside, sniffing the substance on the end of his finger for a moment. Running it along Russia’s lips, he bent forward and gently kissed him. “Tastes good. And the jam is quite tasty too.”
“I just thought... it’s nothing, really,” Russia insisted, licking his lips.
France shrugged, pressing his lips to Russia’s forehead before he climbed back off the bed and stretched. “If you’re not busy today and if you’re not fed up of my company by now, I was wondering if you would accompany me to a sunflower field for a picnic?”
Russia couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion. He had mentioned his penchant for the flowers on their first date, when their table at the restaurant had them in a vase. He couldn’t believe he had remembered and he tried to hide his excitement as France turned to face him, awaiting an answer to his question. In an instant, his insecurities about their relationship left his mind once again and this time, he knew they wouldn’t return.
“I would love to.”
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)Author! anon~
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)-snorts- he says this even though he previously licked his cum. You's a smart one, france.
But other than that, wonderful fill~ I love submissive Russia.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)GDI, kids, think of the ramifications of that kind of thinking for people, especially women. Not cool. T_T
Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:15 am (UTC)(link)But thanks :3
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)I think not going into too much detail with the sex was a good choice. I love smut as much as the next fangirl (maybe more) but that wasn't what I wanted this to focus on. Once again, great job.
Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-25 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)this whole fill just screams awesomeness. [s]i'm not even sure how much of the wetness i feel now is due to my period... wait, my period ended yesterday xP[/s]
y'know it never even crossed my mind that Frussia was possible, much less uke!Russia (i ship RoChu). now it's clear that anything is possible in Hetalia. god i love this fandom
*gives 9001 internets*
^^
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2011-08-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Not to forget to smut :D It satisfied me without any fetishes, yeah^^ Seriously, it was so well written!
And France was just wonderful^^ Yes It´s my OTP now...
Author!anon
(Anonymous) 2011-08-31 04:42 am (UTC)(link)