“So we’re just going to leave him wanting? He is still aroused, I might point out; someone must relieve him, and you obviously are not adept enough.” The Chinese man pushed France to the side with a scowl, and told South Korea to lift England into one of the conference chairs. Russia moved out of the way without conflict, surprisingly. The younger Asian did, and France turned his head away as the chair was rotated away from the main doorway.
“I never got to thank you,” China began in a mocking tone, “for all the Opium those years ago. And those lovely treaties.” England’s eyes were glazed over, his gaze going right through China. He saw the other man’s mouth moving, but could not discern a word of what he was saying. After a moment, however, England realized that Russia was not restricting him anymore and spread his legs eagerly, groaning and sinking back into the chair as the slightest bit of relief washed over him.
China was taken aback by the blonde’s apparent eagerness, and nearly fell over when South Korea shoved him out of the way. “Stop talking, aniki! This isn’t about wars or past events, he can’t even hear a word you’re saying, I bet! Plus, you going on is only going to bore him.” China looked appalled at his brother’s words, but his expression didn’t stop South Korea from leaning forward, towards England’s face, and running his tongue across England’s left brow.
If England had screamed from Russia’s ministrations, no one was quite sure how to describe the reaction to Korea’s lick. A mix of moans and high pitched whimpers flowed freely from the man’s lips, culminating in a short scream. His body convulsed in the chair, hips pistoning against friction that wasn’t there, hands latched onto the armrests, and head thrown back in ecstasy. Some of the nations jumped in surprise at the reaction including South Korea, whose mouth hung open in shock. France allowed his shoulders to slump; at least England had been relieved somehow, though not in a very appropriate way. He regretted sharing England with the others—he had never intended for it to get this out of hand. Under him, he knew England wouldn’t leave the room crying, as he inevitably would now. Pushing through the shocked crowd, France eventually came to find England slumped down in the chair, eyelids fluttering in the aftermath. With a gentle nudge, South Korea moved a few steps away allowing the Frenchman full access to England.
France swept some of the blonde’s mussed hair off his forehead, sighed, noting the Englishman’s lack of response, and attempted to reposition England as to lift him and find a better place for him to recover. As he moved the man’s legs however, something brushed against his thigh and France looked down.
England was still impossibly hard.
The Frenchman nearly dropped him in surprise, but managed to mask his shock from the other nations. He left England in the chair and was just about to address the other nations before the conference room doors opened.
“My god, I’m so sorry I’m late! Al is right behind me, but he doesn’t understand the importance of this meeting so he’s being a slow bastard and—” Canada shouted as he burst into the room, leaning down to catch his breath. When he stood up straight, he found everyone’s eyes on him, but he cocked his head at their peculiar position centering around one chair. The chair was turned away, however, and Canada could not see what was in it.
France’s lips turned up just the slightest bit. Canada was the perfect diversion for him to get out of the room with England safely in tow. He took in a breath to address the North American nation, but Prussia spoke out first. It seemed that he, too, understood England’s predicament.
“Hey Matt! Don’t worry your pretty little head about being late, alright?” The albino moved through the crowd with a welcoming smile, leading Canada towards the chair as he spoke, “But, we’ve got something awesome to show you, almost as awesome as me! You’ll love it, I’m sure, now just give me your hand…” Canada smiled back, too passive to refuse an offer. In only a few steps, the two had crossed the room and Prussia had Canada by the wrist, leading the Canadian’s hand around the chair and down, down, down…
Ah, ending it as soon as America shows up? Anon, you tease. ;) I'm really excited to see what happens next. With America the whole thing could go so many different ways~
Also, wanted to say that I loved Canada attacking Prussia. And France's guilt. And what South Korea said to China and how Russia acted and just everything in this while story. ♥
Author!anon, why so DAMN DAMN OSOM?!! Yes, that's what I meant, China stepping out like that! And Francis having a sudden bolt of conciousness! *tsk tsk* Oh dear Francis, you have severe damage control to do here, Arthur will hate you for real now.
And I give you a standing ovation for Canada. My goodness, beautiful passive aggressive Canada, calling America bastard in his first line of the story ha ha ha, and going all punches-kicks with Prussia. That was fantastic.
And now I feel bad for Arthur, because as any good fangirl I was enjoying so much the delicious torture, but now reality kicks in. Hopefully, I have faith that things can have a good turn now that the brick-wall-America is there. *orz fangirl mode*
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Accidents Happen (4b/?) (REAL 4b)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-02 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)“I never got to thank you,” China began in a mocking tone, “for all the Opium those years ago. And those lovely treaties.” England’s eyes were glazed over, his gaze going right through China. He saw the other man’s mouth moving, but could not discern a word of what he was saying. After a moment, however, England realized that Russia was not restricting him anymore and spread his legs eagerly, groaning and sinking back into the chair as the slightest bit of relief washed over him.
China was taken aback by the blonde’s apparent eagerness, and nearly fell over when South Korea shoved him out of the way. “Stop talking, aniki! This isn’t about wars or past events, he can’t even hear a word you’re saying, I bet! Plus, you going on is only going to bore him.” China looked appalled at his brother’s words, but his expression didn’t stop South Korea from leaning forward, towards England’s face, and running his tongue across England’s left brow.
If England had screamed from Russia’s ministrations, no one was quite sure how to describe the reaction to Korea’s lick. A mix of moans and high pitched whimpers flowed freely from the man’s lips, culminating in a short scream. His body convulsed in the chair, hips pistoning against friction that wasn’t there, hands latched onto the armrests, and head thrown back in ecstasy. Some of the nations jumped in surprise at the reaction including South Korea, whose mouth hung open in shock. France allowed his shoulders to slump; at least England had been relieved somehow, though not in a very appropriate way. He regretted sharing England with the others—he had never intended for it to get this out of hand. Under him, he knew England wouldn’t leave the room crying, as he inevitably would now. Pushing through the shocked crowd, France eventually came to find England slumped down in the chair, eyelids fluttering in the aftermath. With a gentle nudge, South Korea moved a few steps away allowing the Frenchman full access to England.
France swept some of the blonde’s mussed hair off his forehead, sighed, noting the Englishman’s lack of response, and attempted to reposition England as to lift him and find a better place for him to recover. As he moved the man’s legs however, something brushed against his thigh and France looked down.
England was still impossibly hard.
The Frenchman nearly dropped him in surprise, but managed to mask his shock from the other nations. He left England in the chair and was just about to address the other nations before the conference room doors opened.
“My god, I’m so sorry I’m late! Al is right behind me, but he doesn’t understand the importance of this meeting so he’s being a slow bastard and—” Canada shouted as he burst into the room, leaning down to catch his breath. When he stood up straight, he found everyone’s eyes on him, but he cocked his head at their peculiar position centering around one chair. The chair was turned away, however, and Canada could not see what was in it.
France’s lips turned up just the slightest bit. Canada was the perfect diversion for him to get out of the room with England safely in tow. He took in a breath to address the North American nation, but Prussia spoke out first. It seemed that he, too, understood England’s predicament.
“Hey Matt! Don’t worry your pretty little head about being late, alright?” The albino moved through the crowd with a welcoming smile, leading Canada towards the chair as he spoke, “But, we’ve got something awesome to show you, almost as awesome as me! You’ll love it, I’m sure, now just give me your hand…” Canada smiled back, too passive to refuse an offer. In only a few steps, the two had crossed the room and Prussia had Canada by the wrist, leading the Canadian’s hand around the chair and down, down, down…
Re: Accidents Happen (4b/?) (REAL 4b)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-03 12:27 am (UTC)(link)I'm really excited to see what happens next. With America the whole thing could go so many different ways~
Also, wanted to say that I loved Canada attacking Prussia. And France's guilt. And what South Korea said to China and how Russia acted and just everything in this while story. ♥
Re: Accidents Happen (4b/?) (REAL 4b)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-03 05:31 am (UTC)(link)But I really love how he tries to protect England in this part XD
And Canada, well done haha
Ohhh God!!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-03 10:16 am (UTC)(link)Author!anon, why so DAMN DAMN OSOM?!! Yes, that's what I meant, China stepping out like that! And Francis having a sudden bolt of conciousness! *tsk tsk* Oh dear Francis, you have severe damage control to do here, Arthur will hate you for real now.
And I give you a standing ovation for Canada. My goodness, beautiful passive aggressive Canada, calling America bastard in his first line of the story ha ha ha, and going all punches-kicks with Prussia. That was fantastic.
And now I feel bad for Arthur, because as any good fangirl I was enjoying so much the delicious torture, but now reality kicks in. Hopefully, I have faith that things can have a good turn now that the brick-wall-America is there. *orz fangirl mode*
MOAR MOAR! WHAT NEXT WEEK! NOW NOW! *please?*