America leaned back against the set with a smirk, England's apparent discomfort going over his head for the time being. “Seemed more than well to me.”
England shook his head. “You really are impossible.”
“Hey, all I said-”
“I know what you said, you-” England sighed and rubbed his head. “Point is, you shouldn't mock him so.”
“England, seriously? Who's the one who had his ass handed to him at the Olympics in hockey?” America snorted, the slight grimace in his smile did not go unnoticed.
“You put up a good fight,” he responded honestly.
“Yeah, still. I'm saying that if he wanted to, Matt could take down anyone who pisses him off. He just doesn't like to.”
“So why provoke him?” England muttered.
America shrugged again. “It's what I do to people I care about.”
The British man stared over at the taller nation with a large quirked brow and replied in a dry tone. “That would imply that you care about a great many people in this world.”
“Maybe I do,” said America, a large grin in place. “But I only really tease the people I love most.”
England's face heated again, but America didn't notice as he yawned and stretched his back, craking a few joints with a contented sigh. “So... Good meeting huh?”
Gathering himself once more, England cleared his throat. “Quite. Yes.”
“Got any notes?”
“A few,” England replied slowly.
“Awesome,” beamed America. “Cause I didn't take any.”
England scoffed. “Of course you didn-”
“I was thinking about you,” America cut him off with a knowing smile.
That stopped the impending tirade more effectively that any of America's usual excuses. “I beg your pardon?”
America's face brightened more. “Was thinking about you. And about last night.”
The lump in his throat was growing again, but somehow England managed to keep his voice from cracking. “Ah yes... about that...”
The mischife in America's eyes dwindled as England regarded him with a firm, determined frown. The younger man shifted sightly. “Something wrong? Did I do anything to make you not want-?”
“No, no,” England waved him off, huffing as he struggled on where to begin. “Nothing like that. It's just- What I mean to say...”
It only served to make America antsy. “Look, I guess I came on a bit strong, and uh... I mean, I thought you'd like to know- That you'd think it was hot. Or something. But if I pissed you off, I take it ba-”
“Blast it all, just hush, America!” England shushed, clapping a hand over his mouth. The older nation groaned, using his free hand to brush the back of his neack awkwardly. “You didn't say or dod anything that could prevent me from wanting you.”
America's brow arched in surprise, and England let his hand fall allowing him to breath and calm himself. “... Really?”
“Yes,” assailed England, moving back into a comfortable position, as comfortable as the back seat of his limo would allow. “I simply wanted to talk to you about some... precautions.”
The serond brow joined the first, America's face looking perfectly lost. “Precautions?”
“More like establishing some boundaries, actually.”
“England, you're kinda loosing me here...”
“Are you familiar with role-play, America?”
America sat up, face still perplexed, but curious. Good, so far as England could guess. “Sure. Not really sure where you're going with this though.”
England regarded him with a mild expression before nodding. “I'll clarify the terms of engagement for you then. But first let me ask you this...” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “How do you feel about letting your bed partner dominate you into submission?”
When he opened his eyes, America was still watching him, carefully reading him as he was reading America. At length, the boy chuckled lightly. “Sounds kinky, old man.”
“Kinky...” England repeated lightly, resting his head against his hand and shaking his head. “America... You have no idea.”
(This is getting longer than I had anticipated >>;;;; Sorry for the fail.)
How have I missed this? Where have I been all this fill's life? I have not paid sufficient worship. Good characterization, tidbits of history, beautiful writing....oh god, I love this fill. No fail detected. Only the VERY OPPOSITE OF FAIL, which is of course massive amounts of WIN.
Oh, AMERICA. Have I mentioned how much I love that the POV is England's? And how adorable America comes across from this? When he answered England's question about role-play I half-expected him to continue: "Yeah, it's one of my favorite genres of video games!"
OP back here (did you post to the Fills list, authoranon? You should, this fic is too amazing not to be shared with the world ^^), and still loving this HARD. I'm actually immensely glad you're taking your time to develop it, it makes it more realistic, since this wouldn't develop and come through quickly, especially between these two.
I love your England, and the way he obsesses and anguishes about this, about something he's been fantasizing about and trying to refuse himself since forever, and I find America's total ignorance of these feelings he's stirred and just revived in him incredibly cute. I like the approach England (well, youXD) is taking to this, with limits and boundaries (actually, the fact that it's England who's trying to feel comfortable about this is intriguing, anon), and America's reactions to being asked about them.
Can't wait for the next chapter! also, yay Canada/Ukraine
Oh wow.. this request and this fill hits all of the right kinks. This is wonderful. The writing is excellent. Really looking forward to what's coming next.
This anon hasn't seen this fill before but really wants to read the beginning. Could anyone provide the links for it please? It sounds wonderfully delicious~
You don't really need to include the link when it's in the same thread; anyone with any common sense can figure out how to click "Parent" or make a reply then erase it if they're lazy. :'D
The quite between them lasted far longer than England was comfortable with, but from the looks of it, America was just as uneasy, the failure to speak or even move very unusual for the younger nation. Finally England lifted his head up and crossed his legs casually.
"Well?"
America's smile looked awkward, like he was trying and failing to make light of this for his own peace of mind. "Yeah?"
"You didn't answer the question," England replied.
"I said it was kinky," America smirked.
"That's not what I asked you."
England sat up, noticing the smile on Ameica's mouth widning to ridiculous propotions, a clear signal that he really didn't know what to do or how to behave in the face of this uncertainty. Bashful? No... That wasn't in the boy the be ashamed. Nervous? A bit. A strong possibility, at least.
"I said..." England began again, slower, licked his lips and and cleared his throat. "How do you feel about letting me have complete control over you in bed?"
He watched America's eyes flick away from his before coming back to stare back into his own. "I... It's fine. I mean, I don't know."
"You don't know," England parroted flatly.
"Well I mean, it's-" America's hand came up to run through his hair, the unrully cowlick at the front stubornly standing back up in the wake of his fingers. His cheaks were starting to color under England's srcutiny. "It's kinda hot..."
"Kind of hot?" England prodded.
America swallowed and sighed. "Yeah, ok, it's really... Itis hot. Really fucking hot, actually."
It seemed America was full of surprises lately. England hadn't expected the lad to be so... turned on by the idea. But the way America's pupils had flared when he used the words "dominate" couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Excellent.
"'Scuse me?" America blinked.
England's own face flushed when he realized he spoke that lats thought aloud. He straightened his tie and brushed his jacket for lint befor bepassing the question and moving on to the issues at present.
"So you're fine with me topping?"
America blinked again then nodded carefully. "Yeah... yeah, it's no big deal."
"Because I know you usually prefer to take the lead in these matters-"
"No I don't," America frowned.
England faultered for a moment, head wiping around to stare agast at the younger man. "You what?"
America's eyes rolled, the frown falling into a half smile instead. "Everyone just assumes I like to top, but really?" His eyes twinkled with mischife, as he glanced sideways back to England. "I love the bottom. S'fun not having to do all the work for once. Plus the attention is all on me. I'm the center of that person's universe. Even if just for the night." He paused and tilted his head in thought. "Or day. Depends on the when we get it on, but, usually night. Yeah."
England would have dropped dead on the spot if he wasn't, well... him. America was most certainly full of surprises... Good lord...
"So we were going somewhere with this?" America piped up helpfully.
I really really like that you take your time to get them there. I mean, it's not their average sex they're going for, so it's normal they talk about it, especially because it's these two, with their history. I like how England is keeping himself under tight control, probably not to snap and throw himself at America, but little things hint at him losing it bit by bit (like that little slip of talking out loud his thoughts, lol).
I also cherish your "America loves to bottom" headcanon; seems like such a physical and affectionate guy would like that, and even if he's a teen, with all the machoness he probably needs to show for his peace of mind and ego, I figure he's self-assured and confident enough to let another guy take him without a problem ^^
authoranon! you keep forgetting to post your updates in the Fills page! share the awesome!
Hey, I really want to read this story, but every time I see an update in the fill index you never post a link to the request and beginning! You only post the updated part -___- That makes it difficult for new readers to start reading. Could you give me a link to the whole thing, please?
Another quite followed the exchange with England observing America as the other continued to grin back at him. Already, the younger man's smile was tightening at the edges, but he didn't let it fall, sat perfectly still as if any sudden movement would make this discussion even more uncomfortable than it was proving at present. It didn't stop the younger nation from mocking England's embarrassment.
“Careful, old man. You have enough wrinkles without that face-”
“Oh do shut up and stay on topic,” snapped England. The one positive thing about his irritation was that it allowed him to temporarily ignore how attractive America was. “It would have been nice to know that a while ago-”
“You never asked,” America chirped, self-congratulating grin still present and trying what little patience England had.
“-However,” he ground out. “There are a few other areas of interest. Ones that can be quite difficult to play with.”
America's mirth turned to perplexity. “Like... what?”
England bit his lip. Oh how to begin...
“We all have certain sore spots, America. Triggers, if you will,” England remarked cautiously, eyes never straying away from America's.
“Triggers?” The other nation repeated, one brow arching in puzzlement.
“There are certain topics that no matter what context you put them are problematic,” England explained. He began to tic off a few examples on his fingers. “Hiroshima, terrorist attacks, the Holocaust... Subjects of a questionable or hurtful nature.”
“England, neither of us are planning on acting like Nazi during sex,” America grimaced, the smile slightly strained. “Unless there's something you're not telling me.”
“Of course we're not going to be channeling Nazis, you twat,” England snapped making America frown. “Be serious for once in your life.”
“Dude, you're the one who brought up genocide and stuff,” America retorted, folding his arms.
“That wasn't the point. My point was, everyone has their own triggers that when certain words are spoken,” England swallowed. “When certain memories are evoked, they tend to make one or both parties upset or uncomfortable.”
He looked up into America's face and breathed. “I want us to be comfortable... Even if the subject matter we're dealing with brings out some of our more... malicious personas.”
America studied his face, suddenly looking as he did last night; surprisingly mature beyond his years.
“You'd never hurt me England...”
“Unless you wanted me to,” England murmured, more to himself than America, and looking away as that feeling of deep seated guilt began to eat away at his resolve.
“... Do you want me to beg?”
England's eyes snapped back to America, waiting for the punchline to follow. He was almost disappointed when it didn't.
“America... You really don't understand what I'm saying, do you...”
“You want to rule me,” America answered, making England's heart skip a beat, making him wholly aware that America wasn't as small as he once was. Less naïve... “You want to govern me. Own me like you did when I was a colony.”
England damn near lost it when America licked his lips and spoke so softly, he almost missed the words. “ You want to punish me.”
God in heaven... Whatever sanity England was maintaining was starting to slip away under the smoldering, come hither look America was sending him. His words echoed in his brain like a lulling chant, becoming him to act and to hell with the consequences.
Gaining some semblance of control, England managed to speak. “I want to... But we can't until we lay down the rules.”
“Name your terms, old man, and stop making me wait,” replied the taller man, eyes bright and glazed over the rims of his glasses.
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)England shook his head. “You really are impossible.”
“Hey, all I said-”
“I know what you said, you-” England sighed and rubbed his head. “Point is, you shouldn't mock him so.”
“England, seriously? Who's the one who had his ass handed to him at the Olympics in hockey?” America snorted, the slight grimace in his smile did not go unnoticed.
“You put up a good fight,” he responded honestly.
“Yeah, still. I'm saying that if he wanted to, Matt could take down anyone who pisses him off. He just doesn't like to.”
“So why provoke him?” England muttered.
America shrugged again. “It's what I do to people I care about.”
The British man stared over at the taller nation with a large quirked brow and replied in a dry tone. “That would imply that you care about a great many people in this world.”
“Maybe I do,” said America, a large grin in place. “But I only really tease the people I love most.”
England's face heated again, but America didn't notice as he yawned and stretched his back, craking a few joints with a contented sigh. “So... Good meeting huh?”
Gathering himself once more, England cleared his throat. “Quite. Yes.”
“Got any notes?”
“A few,” England replied slowly.
“Awesome,” beamed America. “Cause I didn't take any.”
England scoffed. “Of course you didn-”
“I was thinking about you,” America cut him off with a knowing smile.
That stopped the impending tirade more effectively that any of America's usual excuses. “I beg your pardon?”
America's face brightened more. “Was thinking about you. And about last night.”
The lump in his throat was growing again, but somehow England managed to keep his voice from cracking. “Ah yes... about that...”
The mischife in America's eyes dwindled as England regarded him with a firm, determined frown. The younger man shifted sightly. “Something wrong? Did I do anything to make you not want-?”
“No, no,” England waved him off, huffing as he struggled on where to begin. “Nothing like that. It's just- What I mean to say...”
It only served to make America antsy. “Look, I guess I came on a bit strong, and uh... I mean, I thought you'd like to know- That you'd think it was hot. Or something. But if I pissed you off, I take it ba-”
“Blast it all, just hush, America!” England shushed, clapping a hand over his mouth. The older nation groaned, using his free hand to brush the back of his neack awkwardly. “You didn't say or dod anything that could prevent me from wanting you.”
America's brow arched in surprise, and England let his hand fall allowing him to breath and calm himself. “... Really?”
“Yes,” assailed England, moving back into a comfortable position, as comfortable as the back seat of his limo would allow. “I simply wanted to talk to you about some... precautions.”
The serond brow joined the first, America's face looking perfectly lost. “Precautions?”
“More like establishing some boundaries, actually.”
“England, you're kinda loosing me here...”
“Are you familiar with role-play, America?”
America sat up, face still perplexed, but curious. Good, so far as England could guess. “Sure. Not really sure where you're going with this though.”
England regarded him with a mild expression before nodding. “I'll clarify the terms of engagement for you then. But first let me ask you this...” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “How do you feel about letting your bed partner dominate you into submission?”
When he opened his eyes, America was still watching him, carefully reading him as he was reading America. At length, the boy chuckled lightly. “Sounds kinky, old man.”
“Kinky...” England repeated lightly, resting his head against his hand and shaking his head. “America... You have no idea.”
(This is getting longer than I had anticipated >>;;;; Sorry for the fail.)
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)... It's too early to have intelligent thoughts. Me like? OTL
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, AMERICA. Have I mentioned how much I love that the POV is England's? And how adorable America comes across from this? When he answered England's question about role-play I half-expected him to continue: "Yeah, it's one of my favorite genres of video games!"
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 12:40 am (UTC)(link)I love your England, and the way he obsesses and anguishes about this, about something he's been fantasizing about and trying to refuse himself since forever, and I find America's total ignorance of these feelings he's stirred and just revived in him incredibly cute. I like the approach England (well, youXD) is taking to this, with limits and boundaries (actually, the fact that it's England who's trying to feel comfortable about this is intriguing, anon), and America's reactions to being asked about them.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)Holy crap anon. Your characterisation is amazing, and I absolutely looove how England is so responsible~
I can't wait for more!
<3
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 06:20 am (UTC)(link)Lightly toasted, golden brown, or black like England's?
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 06:21 am (UTC)(link)Requesting link to previous parts XD
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)Can this anon have the links? Please! Thnx lots!
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 09:03 am (UTC)(link)In case anyone wants the first few parts, here it is: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=52604601#t52604601
If author!anon could put this and the request link in the fill list next time, I think it would be awesome! Super awesome job author!anon~
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)"Well?"
America's smile looked awkward, like he was trying and failing to make light of this for his own peace of mind. "Yeah?"
"You didn't answer the question," England replied.
"I said it was kinky," America smirked.
"That's not what I asked you."
England sat up, noticing the smile on Ameica's mouth widning to ridiculous propotions, a clear signal that he really didn't know what to do or how to behave in the face of this uncertainty. Bashful? No... That wasn't in the boy the be ashamed. Nervous? A bit. A strong possibility, at least.
"I said..." England began again, slower, licked his lips and and cleared his throat. "How do you feel about letting me have complete control over you in bed?"
He watched America's eyes flick away from his before coming back to stare back into his own. "I... It's fine. I mean, I don't know."
"You don't know," England parroted flatly.
"Well I mean, it's-" America's hand came up to run through his hair, the unrully cowlick at the front stubornly standing back up in the wake of his fingers. His cheaks were starting to color under England's srcutiny. "It's kinda hot..."
"Kind of hot?" England prodded.
America swallowed and sighed. "Yeah, ok, it's really... Itis hot. Really fucking hot, actually."
It seemed America was full of surprises lately. England hadn't expected the lad to be so... turned on by the idea. But the way America's pupils had flared when he used the words "dominate" couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Excellent.
"'Scuse me?" America blinked.
England's own face flushed when he realized he spoke that lats thought aloud. He straightened his tie and brushed his jacket for lint befor bepassing the question and moving on to the issues at present.
"So you're fine with me topping?"
America blinked again then nodded carefully. "Yeah... yeah, it's no big deal."
"Because I know you usually prefer to take the lead in these matters-"
"No I don't," America frowned.
England faultered for a moment, head wiping around to stare agast at the younger man. "You what?"
America's eyes rolled, the frown falling into a half smile instead. "Everyone just assumes I like to top, but really?" His eyes twinkled with mischife, as he glanced sideways back to England. "I love the bottom. S'fun not having to do all the work for once. Plus the attention is all on me. I'm the center of that person's universe. Even if just for the night." He paused and tilted his head in thought. "Or day. Depends on the when we get it on, but, usually night. Yeah."
England would have dropped dead on the spot if he wasn't, well... him. America was most certainly full of surprises... Good lord...
"So we were going somewhere with this?" America piped up helpfully.
Short update is short. More larter, I promise!
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 02:46 am (UTC)(link)It's lovely anon! Absolutely lovely, this is why I KNOW Al bottoms! He is the centre of his partner's universe ~<3
ILU Anon!
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 07:01 am (UTC)(link)And oh god, this looks like it's going to be hot. I really can't wait until you update!
OP
(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)I also cherish your "America loves to bottom" headcanon; seems like such a physical and affectionate guy would like that, and even if he's a teen, with all the machoness he probably needs to show for his peace of mind and ego, I figure he's self-assured and confident enough to let another guy take him without a problem ^^
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-01 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)THIS.
This is my hc about America when it comes to bottoming, I'm so glad you included that little bit, authoranon!
And I'm loving how this is going, I can't wait for more.
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-12 01:13 am (UTC)(link)“Careful, old man. You have enough wrinkles without that face-”
“Oh do shut up and stay on topic,” snapped England. The one positive thing about his irritation was that it allowed him to temporarily ignore how attractive America was. “It would have been nice to know that a while ago-”
“You never asked,” America chirped, self-congratulating grin still present and trying what little patience England had.
“-However,” he ground out. “There are a few other areas of interest. Ones that can be quite difficult to play with.”
America's mirth turned to perplexity. “Like... what?”
England bit his lip. Oh how to begin...
“We all have certain sore spots, America. Triggers, if you will,” England remarked cautiously, eyes never straying away from America's.
“Triggers?” The other nation repeated, one brow arching in puzzlement.
“There are certain topics that no matter what context you put them are problematic,” England explained. He began to tic off a few examples on his fingers. “Hiroshima, terrorist attacks, the Holocaust... Subjects of a questionable or hurtful nature.”
“England, neither of us are planning on acting like Nazi during sex,” America grimaced, the smile slightly strained. “Unless there's something you're not telling me.”
“Of course we're not going to be channeling Nazis, you twat,” England snapped making America frown. “Be serious for once in your life.”
“Dude, you're the one who brought up genocide and stuff,” America retorted, folding his arms.
“That wasn't the point. My point was, everyone has their own triggers that when certain words are spoken,” England swallowed. “When certain memories are evoked, they tend to make one or both parties upset or uncomfortable.”
He looked up into America's face and breathed. “I want us to be comfortable... Even if the subject matter we're dealing with brings out some of our more... malicious personas.”
America studied his face, suddenly looking as he did last night; surprisingly mature beyond his years.
“You'd never hurt me England...”
“Unless you wanted me to,” England murmured, more to himself than America, and looking away as that feeling of deep seated guilt began to eat away at his resolve.
“... Do you want me to beg?”
England's eyes snapped back to America, waiting for the punchline to follow. He was almost disappointed when it didn't.
“America... You really don't understand what I'm saying, do you...”
“You want to rule me,” America answered, making England's heart skip a beat, making him wholly aware that America wasn't as small as he once was. Less naïve... “You want to govern me. Own me like you did when I was a colony.”
England damn near lost it when America licked his lips and spoke so softly, he almost missed the words. “ You want to punish me.”
God in heaven... Whatever sanity England was maintaining was starting to slip away under the smoldering, come hither look America was sending him. His words echoed in his brain like a lulling chant, becoming him to act and to hell with the consequences.
Gaining some semblance of control, England managed to speak. “I want to... But we can't until we lay down the rules.”
“Name your terms, old man, and stop making me wait,” replied the taller man, eyes bright and glazed over the rims of his glasses.
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-25 10:43 am (UTC)(link)It's currently on hiatus and I'm sorry for that. I hope you will continue to follow it in the future.