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Punk!England/hippie!France

[(Anonymous)]

AU/Canon/however you want.

And everything goes within the context of the prompt, really — outfits, music, present time or past, sex or no sex, angst or romance — go wild.

Re: Punk!England/hippie!France

[(Anonymous)]

This is extremely relevant to my interests.

Seconded.

Russia/Mongolia - Historical

[(Anonymous)]

So, Russia and Mongolia have a past... and I'm not talking about the Golden Horde that invaded in Russia.

Russia fought China to free Mongolia, then protected him before and during the Second World War. They have been on amazingly good terms these past hundred years (much better than Russia and China), with Mongolia being one of the first nations to turn Communist, which they willingly did after being freed from China.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mongolia

So, almost anything goes, so long as it's based on the history. It can be cutesy or whatever.

Bonus: Mongolia is the child of the Mongol Empire

Re: Russia/Mongolia - Historical

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so much! I had this in mind for so long!

Germany/England/Prussia threesome, England bottoms

[(Anonymous)]

I don't care how it happens. WWII, alternate history in which Operation Sea Lion is carried out with success, AU, dub-con, non-con, consensual, whatever. I just need Germany->England<-Prussia threesome. A bit of Germancest is awesome too, but I ask the main focus to be on the brothers ganging up on England, cooperating for once.

Bonus: bondage

Re: Germany/England/Prussia threesome, England bottoms

[(Anonymous)]

seconded

America/France, angst

[(Anonymous)]

So, I want angst. Basically, I want America to grow very attached to France during the Revolutionary war, and then feel desolate when he is left all alone at the end.

Bonus: France had sex with him.
Bonus2: America feels utterly isolated, since he can't even talk to Canada.
Bonus3: We get to see Shays' rebellion and all the other stuff during the critical period after the Revolutionary War.

Italy snapping momentarily after hearing about HREs death unto France.

[(Anonymous)]

Italy snapping after hearing that France killed HRE. He drops his smile and turns basically evil because damnit he is Romes grandson and you don’t become an empire by being nice. I want him to hurt France. I want France to be in immeasurable pain. I want shock from France that Italy can be like this.

When Italy is done he leaves and pretends that he never did that. That was the only time it happened, ever. Until one day he is at Prussias house with Austria and France and sees a familiar looking little kid. Obviously follows the HRE=Germany theory.

Re: Italy snapping momentarily after hearing about HREs death unto France.

[(Anonymous)]

Ok, sorry for being a fail!authoranon, I hope this is what the requester wanted!Compliments and concrit welcome

France woke in a cell, tied to a chair. Now, this wasn't the first time it had happened, but the shock came when he looked into his kidnapper's face.

Italy Veneciano glared back at him, eyes glinting oddly in the strange light. Then he spoke in the most bloodchilling tone France had ever heard. "Vee~ Francis, I think you know why you're here.You took him away from me, forever and ever. You took away my precious Holy Roman Empire, so now you're going to pay. In blood, in flesh, and in screams." The curly haired boy stalked toward him, looking terrifyingly predatory.
"Wh-what? HRE? You can't be serious! You're mad about me killing hi-"
Slam
Italy had punched his captive so hard, it took France a minute to see straight.
"Vee~ Brother France, don't ever say his name again. In fact, shut the fuck up. That will make all of this easier." Italy said, a grin of anticipation coming across his face. He raised his hand, and France closed his eyes.
(I won't go into the details, so I'll skip to the description of how France was found)
Alfred had been the one to find him, naked and unconcious in a dumpster. He had a black eye, a split lip, head wounds that were inflicted by a baseball bat, numerous lacerations, three cracked ribs, four broken, bruises in the shape of fingers all up and down his arms, (which had been duct taped behind him) a broken ankle, twisted knee and clean-broken femur. Over his mouth was ductape with the word 'Justice' on it.

For a while after he woke up, all he could do was babble about how sorry he was, how it was all his fault, and how he never expected to hurt Italy this deep. Everyone else was shocked at who had done it.

This was Italy's revenge, and everyone vowed never to wrong him again.

Mangery FemPrussia Prussian-Hungarian Empire

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of the Autrian-Hungarian empire it was the Prussian-Hungarian Empire with Mangery and FemPrussia. Please have Prussia and Hungary in a relationship. Please include Mangery and FemPrussia raising little Germany together because that would adorable.

Bonus 1-Germany is also a girl. {Not that you have to do this one but it would be something I would like.}

Bonus 2-The divorce after WWI Prussia still keeps the ring Hungary gave her on a chain.

Re: Mangery FemPrussia Prussian-Hungarian Empire

[(Anonymous)]

seconding!

?/?, skinnydipping

[(Anonymous)]

Nation A and B are spending a relaxing summer vacation at a cabin in the woods near a lake (or at a hotel with a pool if you prefer). They go to bed and A falls asleep, but B is too hot and sweaty from the summer heat to be able to follow A’s example so he decides to go skinny-dipping in the lake (or pool) in the dark to cool off. A wakes up to find B gone, but hears splashing sounds from the lake through the open window, goes out to investigate, finds B skinny-dipping and joins him. A and B are still in the early stages of their relationship and have not yet seen each other naked so they take this opportunity to do some exploring/appreciating of their partner’s nude form. AU is acceptable.

Possible couples: AustriaxSwitzerland, SuFin, CubaxCanada, GerIta, or AmericaxLithuania.

water 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

>n< I'll try my best! I hope you don't mind, but I'm using young!Aus/Switz, like in their teens, 'cause the idea of them going anywhere together in a modern day setting without being in an established relationship is...weird, and anyway I like that time period, and, and, I don't have the creativity for AU...and I'm rambling OTL

They'd spent the day in the sun, doing nothing in particular. Or, rather, they'd made lazy, playful conversation that stopped just shy of actual flirting; and they'd pretended to admire the scenery while they admired each other. After hours of contented sloth, Austria had elected to spread a blanket on the ground, under the shade of the trees, and sit quietly with ink and paper, half-heartedly writing snatches of song. His attention span wavered in the lasting heat, despite the low sun and ghostly moon above, in the midst of changing places. He let his eyes slide to one side, watching Switzerland- who had rolled up sleeves and grass stained knees- sitting on the shore, skipping stones for want of something better to do. He debated with himself; was it too early to go to bed? The heat had worn him out, despite him not actually doing anything all day, and if he went now, he'd wake up early and make the most of tomorrow...not that any of this was important next to the fact that he had a legitimate excuse to ask Switzerland to bed, and see his reaction.
'Switzerland?' Getting to his feet, Austria walked over to his companion, pausing just behind him.
'Mm?' Switzerland didn't turn around, though his tone was light. Hesitating only briefly, Austria leant down, placing a hand on his shoulder.
'Come to bed?'
There was a near-audible silence, Switzerland remaining frozen in place as he contemplated every possible meaning of the question very, very carefully. Eventually, he turned slowly, as if he were rusty clockwork. Sea green eyes regarded Austria suspiciously, and the awkwardness of his current position- on the floor at his friend's feet- did not escape him.
'...Bed?'
Austria straightened, looking back towards the small cabin they were using rather nonchalantly, almost as if he'd practiced that very expression. 'It's getting dark, sort of, and I'm worn out. I thought I'd turn in, I just wondered if you wanted to.'
'Oh- oh. Well.' Switzerland glanced nervously back out at the lake, before getting to his feet and almost bumping into Austria. He blushed, hoping to a merciful higher power that the fading light hid it, and quickly headed for the cabin. 'Yeah, let's go to b-bed, I'm tired anyway...'
He went inside without another word; Austria watched him, expression ambivalent, before joining him.
There wasn't much to it; it was in a state of disrepair, and the only things of note were a over-large bed and some scattered junk. They came out here when the weather was warm, hiding away from the world for a few days, until Austria got sick of the insects or Switzerland got sick of Austria. Which was never, but he liked to pretend he did.
'Well...' Switzerland hovered awkwardly, like he did most nights unless he was exhausted, then sat on the bed to take off his boots. Austria paused again, giving his companion another inscrutable look before taking his place on the opposite side.
Boots off, they both lay down, shuffling under the blankets; Austria took off his glasses. There was a conspicuous gap between them as they said a pained goodnight and tried to drift off; by morning, it would have closed, and they would wake, limbs entangled and faces pale with exquisite embarrassment.

It's all done, so more in a sec!

Anything goes, Sealand and OC!Cornwall

[(Anonymous)]

If you don't know what Cornwall is, it's a ceremonial county in southwestern England. It has its own language and culture and is recognized as one of the Celtic nations. Many of its residents dream of it being one of the United Kingdom's home nations (England, Scotland, Wales, NI) or at least having autonomous rule and having its people recognized as non-English.

I thought it would be cute if Sealand found his forgotten older brother. So...that's pretty much the request here.

Any/all nations - 1/2 Prince AU

[(Anonymous)]

Anon wants to see the Hetalia characters in a 1/2 Prince sort of setting. It doesn't need to follow the storyline of the novel/manhwa at all; I just would love to see them meeting each other in this RPG virtual reality world and forming parties and such, and then in real life maybe passing each and maybe going "Hey, that person looks familiar..." or maybe even actively meeting up offline.

(Or .hack// AU, alternatively, if you don't want that element of maybe-recognition.)

Choice of pairing, Grooming each other

[(Anonymous)]

Anon has a thing for characters grooming their lovers; washing, shaving, dressing, drying and combing their hair, that kind of thing. Can I get nation A helping his lover B get ready for bed like this? Just to be clear, they’re not doing this because the one being groomed can’t do it himself for whatever reason; it’s just a fun thing. Please try to make it sensual without resorting to actual smut; maybe it’s weird, but I think it’s sexier that way.

I could go for a few different pairings here, my favorite being N. Italy x Germany. Romano x Spain, Finland x Sweden and Austria x Prussia are also welcome.

Nights Like These [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

He has a presentation in the morning. He’s been preparing for it all day. He’s tired. Spain is a giant collection of perversions and moral failings.

They’re the only flimsy justifications Romano has to hold on to, to explain why he’s let Spain in under the hot water with him. To explain why he kept the shower door open for a little bit longer than he absolutely needed to. But Romano holds onto his flimsy justifications anyway, the same way he holds onto his wallet and his validated-only-if-he-has-to bus tickets (it’s a useful thing, being able to tell which citizen is a ticket collector in disguise). But clinging to something tightly doesn’t mean it’s true, and Romano is a little less than tired as he lets Spain run sure fingers through his hair, mindfully working around that one strand.

If Spain wants to baby him, fine. Fine. Romano knows full well that he is capable of doling out more than enough punishment if Spain thinks that washing Romano’s hair in the shower (plenty of soap, both hands, slow circles, roots to tips) equates to some display of power. Of ownership. Of being The Boss, and if Spain thinks Romano’s a dependent little boy in a dress again, Romano will shove Spain’s skull against the faucet and leave.

Spain doesn’t think any of these things as he carefully brings Romano’s head forward, as he massages the suds out of Romano’s hair, as he makes sure to keep the water out of Romano’s eyes. His intentions are nothing but stupid (not pure, exactly, but definitely stupid), because Romano can wash himself, thank you, he’s been doing it for centuries. But.

But it feels nice.

And Romano knows Spain knows all of that, even the part where Romano is tempted to shove him back against the hot tiles and storm off (he won’t. He only likes having the option. It infuriates him that Spain knows about that too). And even though he knows it, Spain continues to do as he pleases, turning off the water and reaching his arm out into the cold air for a towel, because this is something for him. And because Romano knows the options are there for him, safely waiting in the wings, paths he’ll never take but could have, he goes along with it.

Spain doesn’t do it very often, and Romano does it even less often back. But there’s something about being cared for, and something else about caring for, that catches Romano’s breath enough to silence even his token protests when Spain leads him out of the shower. The towel is warm and soft, and so are Spain’s motions. And since Spain’s helping him, that means he gets to watch Spain drip all over the floor for five minutes and harp at him about making a mess later. It’s really win-win, which is why Romano always starts smiling right around the time Spain stands to pat his hair dry. Spain never sees the smiles with the towel in the way, which would be perfectly fine with Romano, except he knows Spain knows about them anyway, in that annoying way of his (seeing the details, never the picture, moron).

Once they’re dry they move towards the sink. Spain opens the medicine cabinet. Romano used to draw the line at Spain brushing his teeth because really? But then one night Spain had asked him if he was tired, and all of a sudden there had been mint instead of an answer rolling off Romano’s tongue, and despite his better judgment Romano had gotten used to it. He still doesn’t know what is so appealing about cleaning his teeth, but Spain’s reflection in their mirror always looks so full of concentration while he’s doing it that Romano keeps his questions to himself (‘He probably just likes putting things in my mouth,’ Romano thinks, ‘pervert,’ and the wave of self-righteousness restores his balance).

Caring for sick kids, Germania(x?) Rome, little!Prussia, HRE

[(Anonymous)]

I really want to see Germania caring for his grandkids (HRE and Prussia) who are ill. They’ve got high fevers and he’s tried everything he can think of to get them down but nothing’s working. He’s as close to a nervous wreck as a super-stoic guy like him can get. He’s so preoccupied that when Rome comes over to harass him, he pretty much ignores him. At first Rome is pissed about this but then he finds out what has Germania in such a tizzy and decides to share an effective remedy from his house. Because if there’s one thing with Germania that Rome can relate to, it’s that deep love for his grandchildren. I’d love it if it ended with Rome helping Germania rock his sick boys to sleep♥

Re: Caring for sick kids, Germania(x?) Rome, little!Prussia, HRE

[(Anonymous)]

Ahahah, I'm going to fill this! Shoot me if it doesn't live up to your standards.

----

He was SO not cut out for this. How in the world was he supposed to help these kids? Germania rubbed his temples and looked around. The young boy who thought he was so amazingly awesome was huddled in the corner with his head against the wall, and Holy Roman Empire was lying next to the fire, blanket after blanket piled up. How was one cold and the other so hot he was sweating? He couldn't comprehend- maybe he was getting too old.

'Oi vey,' he thought with a quiet sigh.

For the first time in a very long time, Prussia did not argue when he was picked up. The boy rested his head against his grandfather's chest, eyes half closed, face a bright red.

"I'm...too awesome...to be sick..." the five year old mumbled. "Too...awesome..."

Germania rolled his eyes and pat Prussia on the back. "Yes," he said, playing along, "you are too awesome. So we'll get you better soon..." We hope.

"It's too hot!"

A pile of blankets was thrown against the couch. Holy Roman Empire sat up, got a sudden head rush, and fell back to his back. Germania went to pick him up, but the door burst open and a happy-go-lucky freak of an old guy bounced into the room, a happy look on his face. Holy Roman Empire, startled, grabbed Germania's arm and clung, refusing to let go.

"Oh Germania~" Rome exclaimed and bounced up to said man. "Guess what I did today!"

"Not now."

Germania placed Prussia on the couch and pulled HRE all the way up. The youngest of the two boys wrapped his arms around Germania's neck and buried his face in the nation's shoulder as he coughed, causing Rome to back up nervously. The nation that had suddenly tromped into their house was not one for sicknesses- he was already weakening and couldn't afford to get sick!

"Hey, Ger-"

But he ignored Rome.

"Shh," Germania whispered to HRE. "Apple juice?"

HRE looked up and slowly nodded. Rome opened his mouth to say something, pissed off that his friend would not listen to him, then just stood there, watching. Prussia jumped off the couch and followed his family into the kitchen, not noticing that Rome was following.

"Rome, what are you still doing here?" Germania asked as he set HRE on the counter and dove into a cabinet for a cup. "Prussia, let go of my pant leg."

"But WHHHYYY?" Prussia exclaimed. He crossed his arms and slumped against the wall.

Rome shook his head. "What's wrong with these kids?" he asked.

"They're sick and I can't get their fevers to go down- I swear I've tried everything. Here, HRE, Prussia."

The silver-haired boy's red eyes lit up as his grandfather handed him his apple juice. Both children drank the juice in not time flat. Didn't seem to help.

"Hey, let's see." Rome walked over and grabbed Prussia, holding him up to eye level. "You do look sick- OH MY GOSH MAYBE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP WILL HELP!" Prussia covered his ears and shut his eyes tight.

Germania stared blankly at Rome.

Rome's gaze slowly switched from Prussia to the nation next to him. "Wh-what? I don't think you've tried that."

"Only you would come up with something stupid like that," Germania said.

"What?! It works, seriously! I'll go get a can of it right now!"

Netherlands/Denmark - kissing old wounds

[(Anonymous)]

Scars, bruises, whatever anon may see fit. Doesn't need to be outright smut, but some subdued sensuality would be greatly appreciated!

Re: Netherlands/Denmark - kissing old wounds

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding ♥♥♥

GerIta Germany disguises himself as a woman to get Italy to try harder in training

[(Anonymous)]

From Italy’s profile in vol. 3: “When he actually makes a serious effort he can be amazing, but he only tries in front of girls”. I want to see Germany try to take advantage of this quality in training.

He, with no small amount of embarrassment, disguises himself as a girl and conducts training, telling Italy that he’s Germany’s sister. Germany thinks he’s doing a really good job at fooling Italy because Italy is really busting his ass, unlike usual, but in reality, he’s pretty fail at pretending to be a woman (keeps forgetting to use falsetto and dropping into his man voice, one of the balloons he used as fake breasts deflates without him noticing, tries to be graceful and feminine but totally botches it, that kind of thing).

Later, after practice, he comes to see Italy and says something like “my sister said you were pretty good in training today”. Italy comes clean that he knew it was Germany all along but thought he looked so cute in that skirt that he decided to try harder, making Germany feel like an idiot.

Re: GerIta Germany disguises himself as a woman to get Italy to try harder in training

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded like whoa

Kid!Alfred+daddy!Arthur-- Al is heartbroken over having to get glasses

[(Anonymous)]

Human!AU Little Alfred is heartbroken that he has to get glasses because heroes need eagle-eye vision to look for people who are in trouble/evade attacks from the bad guy and is convinced that getting glasses means he has to give up his dreams of being a hero. Daddy!Arthur comforts and reassures him that he can still be a hero even with glasses. Fluff please!

Going Blind

[(Anonymous)]

"What time is it Alfred?" He asked, pointing to the clock. The blue-eyed boy, fourth grade and the youngest because he skipped a grade, bit his bottom lip, squinting at the wall clock for nearly a minute before turning to him.

"I don't know dad," the child mumbled, looking at him strangely. He frowned, looking up at the clock. It should be easy. It was four thirty. He thought back, wondering what was wrong. Alfred could soak up knowledge like a sponge and the sheaf of correct papres in from of him told him that Alfred knew how to tell time. What was different?

"Alfred... Can I see your notes from class today?" He asked, knowing -and dreading- that the stricken look sent at him was coming. Alfred shook his head, mumbling something about not having to take notes that day, "... We're going to the optometrist."

---

"It seems your boy is near-sighted Mr Kirkland," the cheerfully smiling doctor said, handing Alfred a lollipop. The boy thanked him politely and went off to go look at the cool glasses frames, not really paying attention to what the man said anyways, "I've written out a prescription and Berwald can help you pick out a pair that is right for your son."

"Thank you," He mumbled, looking at the cheerfully oblivious Alfred as he talked to a rather scary-looking man. That must be that Berwald guy the doctor was talking about. He watched as Berwald selected a pair of red, blue and yellow spectacles and handed them to Alfred, pointing to something on the frame as Alfred chattered excitedly and pointed to a black and yellow one that was too high for him to reach.

---

Alfred blinked at his dad on confusion as he was handed a pair of glasses. He didn't understand why his dad looked so sad when he said he wished he could wear glasses like Clark Kent's. His dad had even bought him some from that strange place. Oh well. It was really neat though. Cause as soon as he had put them on... The world had become so...

It was indescribable. He wondered what his dad had done to make the world become so... So... Sharp. He could see the leaves on trees across the street now. And faces were so much clearer. He thanked his daddy, smiling up at him with his wide, toothy grin.

---

Alfred Friedrich Kirkland-Jones was in eighth grade. By that time his eyesight had deteriorated so badly that his left eye couldn't see more than a foot away from his face and his right eye was quickly catching up. There was no way he could become a jet pilot or fly with the Blue Angels. No way he could ever become an astronaut and look through the small windows of MIR space station. He came home, his head hanging low as he mourned the loss of something he had dreamed of for so long.

His father had seen his depression instantly.

"Come along Alfred, I have a surprise for you," he smiled, taking out his keys and leading the way to their car. Alfred followed, confused at his normally Taciturn father's actions. Arthur took him to the library. He frowned at his father in confusion as the man mumbled to himself, leafing through the catalog cards in the massive cabinet.

After a few moments of searching, he was told to wait over in his favorite corner of the library. He smiled sadly and nodded, hearing towards the 620s(engineering and physics) rather than the 110s(Metaphysics).

He blinked when His father came back, staggering under the weight of several books. On the cover of each was a man wearing glasses and smiling happily. The famous Austrian musician Roderich Edelstein and the world-renowned computer genius who was now employed by Microsoft after hacking into locked systems belonging to eight different governments, Eduard von Brock. There was even Benjamin Franklin and a bunch of other old guys.

"See Alfred?" His dad smiled warmly, ruffling his hair, "Just because you wear glasses, it doesn't mean you can't make a difference."

Russia changes after being tortured by terrorists (Russia/anyone)

[(Anonymous)]

Russia is captured by terrorists and almost killed, his people manage to save him somehow but he is not the same person anymore. As soon as he gets back to his own house he starts to act weird and keeps on repeating that he wants to be kind and spoil his three beloved boys (Lithuania,Estonia and Latvia). The boys who are very confused and even more scared of him than they had been before, they call America to help them and ask him to turn him back to normal.

Bonus: Russia has some cute fluffy or smutty moments with the Baltics.
Bonus 2: America fails to help the Baltics and someone else comes to help them out voluntarily.

PrussiaxAustria, Austria is crying

[(Anonymous)]

I love me some h/c, so could I get Prussia comforting Austria who is in tears after Prussia makes a comment/joke that goes too far? I think Prussia seems like the type of guy who would be uncomfortable with tears so it’d be great if he was real awkward about it. I don’t imagine Austria would be especially pleased that Prussia was present to see him like that either so I imagine it would be rather embarrassing for both of them. Cute awkward moments between love/hate-vibey couples are great♥~

Ukraine - breast reduction

[(Anonymous)]

Ukraine has gotten tired of the hassle she goes through because of her large breasts, including the sound they make whenever she moves. So when she is offered a free breast reduction, and consulting a few others, does she take it or not?

BONUS: If she goes for it, she later finds out that her breasts still make noise, just not as loud.

Grampa Rome+The Italies - Precursor to Gelato

[(Anonymous)]

From the Wikipedia article on ice cream:

The Roman Emperor Nero (37–68) had ice brought from the mountains and combined with fruit toppings. These were some early chilled delicacies.

I've also heard that fruit juice was poured over ice in order to make a tasty treat.

What I want is this: Sweet family-fluff involving Grampa Rome bringing this treat to his grandsons for the first time. Make it super-adorable, anon!

Tomatoes are fruits too! [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"Crap... I'm still sleepy, old man... Why not just take Veneciano and go already... geez..." a pissed Romano grumbled, having been subject to Grandpa Rome's constant nudges for the past half hour.

"Aw, come on, Romano, don't be such a spoilsport! Don't you wanna hang out with your old Gramps and your bro once in a while?" Grandpa Rome pleaded as he continued to nudge the increasingly irritated Romano to wakefulness.

"It won't be such a fun picnic without you, Nii-chan. Plus, Grandpa says he has a surprise for us! Aren't you excited?" Veneciano asked.

"Let me think... NO. Now let me go back to sleep, darn it!" Romano muttered as he turned his back to them.

"Come on, Veneciano..." Grandpa Rome sighed a little mischievously as they slowly walked out the room. "Too bad Romano won't get to taste the plump, juicy tomatoes from the orchard I just discovered. Man, those were the best, most succulent tomatoes I've ever tasted in my life..."

"GAH! WAIT FOR MEEEE!!" Romano called after them, magically changing from his bedroom clothes into his normal wear faster than you can say "tomato" again. A triumphant Grandpa Rome smiled as they waited for Romano to catch up, and they went on their way.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

yay, my first fill EVUR! It's gonna be a little Romano-centric.. I hope that's okay. The ice cream's gonna come soon, I promise!

^^

Buff Italy- Romano, Italy (x Germany, optional)

[(Anonymous)]

In Romano’s Delicious Tomato Song, there’s a line where he says “Wurst and potatoes are such heretical things. My younger brother’s been eating them too and getting more and more muscly.” It made me want to see something lolzy with buff Italy.

Pairings aren’t necessary, but if you’re going to have one, I like GerIta.

Accidental magic US/UK

[(Anonymous)]

England comes to a meeting with a really bad cold and every time he sneezes, he accidentally performs magic on the people around him. What the exact effect is will be left up to anon. Eventually things get so out of control due to the effects of the magic that America decides to be the hero and take him home to make him better so that everything can go back to normal. It's not easy when the prolonged exposure to England and his accidental magic keeps doing stranger and stranger things to him. Hoping for something lighthearted and silly rather than drama :)

My Grandest Creation [1/??]

[(Anonymous)]

My Grandest Creation

Things come to a head rather quickly.

“He turned me into a newt!” Netherlands proclaims, panicked into being sober, or rather sober enough to dramatically point at England, standing on top of the meeting table as though that will help him.

There is silence for a moment as everyone peruses Netherlands’ naked, but very much human form. He has the grace to blush.

“It got better.”

That was unfortunately the last straw. Noise explodes from everywhere as Nation and Nation alike turn to each other and start loudly arguing over how best to deal with England, some suggesting options that would have Spain’s Inquisition officers blushing like innocent schoolgirls and taking notes.

“Quiet!” Germany roars – a human roar, though Lichtenstein’s lion’s roar would have been far more useful. Over the dim of several dozen screaming nations, no one hears him, and for once, Germany’s voice doesn’t work. Then Switzerland fires several shots into the ceiling. Everyone looks at him, notes the frequency at which his eye is twitching (it’s up to Morse Code speed now, England thinks), and shuts up.

“Now, England.” Germany says with forced calm. That is all he is destined to say however, because then England sneezes and with a poof of emerald sparkles, Prussia turns into a giant cock.

By which we mean rooster.

Not that Prussia isn’t a giant dick most of the time.

There is silence as, for the first time in the history of the world, every Nation thinks the same thing. It mainly involves England and blood.

He winces.

“England.” Says Italy into the silence, little, sweet Italy who can usually barely say his name without waving some kind of white cloth, who hasn’t said anything since England sneezed ten minutes ago and turned his plate of pasta into a colourful lump of Playdough, but who is saying his name now with the kind of dread menace that makes one think of Russia (pre-rusty spoon Russia that is) and concrete bunkers. “Get out.”

England goes. The remaining Nations think that their pants have just become a little damp. Germany thinks that his have become a little tighter. He coughs, and straightens his papers.

“Now, for the next item on the agenda.”

Only then, that one nation who’s name no one can remember that England turned into a cougar takes a swipe at Prussia’s tail feathers, and chaos descends again.

--

Any Eastern Asia Pairing - Online Fun

[(Anonymous)]

The Asian countries crowd along the computer being the otakus they are (whether it's online gaming or anime), although along the way, they find some "interesting" content. Smut is optional but humor is a must.

prussia/any - prussia as an incubus

[(Anonymous)]

anything would be lovely :)

The Rules of Cosmology [1a/1]

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Rule #1: Good does not mean Nice.

“Some woman you make,” grunts Arthur, his hands on Gilbert’s (or rather, “Giselle’s”) pale thighs.

She glares down at him, shifting downwards a little more violently on his cock. “You’re just distracted by how fucking awesome this is.”

“I should have brought reading material,” deadpans Arthur, shifting in the chair and feeling his wings complain.

She grabs a handful of feathers. “Tits don’t make a woman,” she snaps.

His fingers graze along a nipple. “Because I’ve seen men have bigger ones than you. Ever ask Ivan?”

She is nice enough to pull out only some secondary feathers this time.



Rule #2: Evil can be downright annoying.

Arthur runs a bookshop in Cambridge. There are weirder folk than he could ever hope to be and he gets a steady clientele, despite his shoddy opening hours.

Gilbert is lounging by the front window, tight jeans riding dangerously low on his hips and revealing a sliver of pale stomach. He eyes the passing crowd outside with narrowed red eyes.

“Dinner is curry tonight,” says Arthur, putting on his coat to go to the market. “Since you’re going to stay, asshole.”

“Fuck that.”

“I’d worry about the burns.”

Gilbert rolls his eyes. There is something cat-like to him, in his bony yet boneless grace. He rolls his shoulders back slowly, one after the other. “Pick up some more of that strawberry lube,” he says. “The kiwi one is shit.”

“Freeloading bastard,” growls Arthur, heading out the door while wrapping his scarf around his neck.




Rule #3: After the first two thousand years, you give up on interesting conversation.

“You’re gay.”

Arthur looks up from his needlepoint, looking at Gilbert over the rims of pince-nez spectacles. “I beg your pardon.”

“You’re gay,” repeats Gilbert with a grin.

“And how?”

“You do needlepoint.”

Arthur jabs the needle into the edge of the canvas. “Oh, and you’re the one who slept with that pair of Italian twins. At the same time.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m gay. I don’t give myself manicures.”

Arthur glances over at Gilbert’s gleaming purplish-black fingernails. Gilbert grins, showing his brilliantly white teeth. “That isn’t paint, angel.”

“I don’t wear alligator skin shoes,” sniffs Arthur.

Gilbert looks down at his feet. “But they’re good shoes,” he complains. “They’ve lasted thirty years, you know.” He narrows his eyes. “You make dolls.”

“Charitable work. You’re wearing eyeliner.”

“So did the Egyptians. I don’t have fuzzy slippers.”

“They’re warm. My pants don’t look in danger of falling off my arse.”

“You were looking there then.” Gilbert grins and his thin, whipcord tail lashes back and forth in the air behind him.

Arthur settles for throwing his empty mug at the demon’s head.

Australia+China - Misunderstandings

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"Basically, Australia's sold the west to China and, as long as it keeps paying us, we don't mind at all." - Heard on the radio, ch 929 concerning the resources deal Australia has with China.

I want something where the other nations (in particular, England and/or America) hear this and interpret it the wrong way. Namely, they think Australia's whoring himself out to China.


Bonus: China can't figure out why England keeps gatecrashing his meetings with Australia.

Re: Australia+China - Misunderstandings

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Seconding!

Vampire!Russia/Estonia

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I was just browsing, trying to find some cute and/or beautiful pictures and I found this picture from Deviantart.com

Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Vampire%20Russia&order=9&offset=24&offset=24#/d2v1pvl

It made me yearn for something dark and angsty, spiced up with a bit of beautiful romance and fluff or something like that based on that picture. Please ... ?

Re: Vampire!Russia/Estonia

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I don't know if this is what you're looking for but here goes;

Ivan chuckled to himself as he walked quietly to the bed where his little Eduard was sitting. He smiled as leaned close to the other's ear.
"Did you sleep well...my little one?" he questioned the other, gently.
Eduard gave a satisfying cry of surprise, pushing himself in the opposite direction in an attempt to escape. Ivan simply grasped his shoulders and pulled him back.
"Don't try to escape *daragoi." he whispered soothingly, as he wrapped an arm around Eduard's shoulders and slipped the other around his waist, "Just relax."
"Ivan," his victim said, pleadingly, "L-let me go--PLEASE..."
Ivan chuckled,amused;gently he lowered Eduard to the bed.
"N-No!"Eduard screamed, desperately trying to push Ivan away.
Ivan took his wrists in one hand and pinned them to his chest.
"I need you to relax my *ptichka." Ivan cooed, "or I'll have to--HELP you relax..."
His victim continued to struggle desperately. Tsk, tsk, his 'little bird' was SO stubborn...He took Eduard's face in his free hand and tilted it up until Eduard was looking into his eyes...This was going to be FUN...
"I guess I'll have to help you."he stated, smiling slyly,befor leaning in closer, "Look into my eyes, Eduard."
At first Eduard looked back at him with eyes big with fear and dread, but then they started to take on a dreamy, sleepy look. Ivan could feel the struggle going on in Eduard's mind, his will slowly, sofly succumbing to him...
"DEEPER." Ivan purred into Eduard's mind,then, thinking to himself,"Let all your troubles and worries melt away *ptichka...trust only ME..."
Eduard's resistance weakened and Ivan felt his victim relax under his grip.
"DON'T fight me..."Ivan whispered softly into Eduard's mind...silencing his victim's final struggle...
Eduard became limp against his hold, his face wore a look of serenity and contented relaxtion.
"Mmm...that's BETTER..."Ivan purred, chuckling darkly at the wonderful helplessness of his little darling,"now...come..."
He leaned closer to his lovely,helpless Eduard and enveloped his mouth in a passionate kiss.
"You belong to ME, little one." Ivan thought to himself as he moved to down to kiss Eduard lovingly on the neck and collar bone, "Shhhhh...this may hurt just a little..."



*I think PTICHKA is Russian for 'little bird' and DARAGOI is russian for 'dear' or 'sweetheart' or something.

I hope you like this...I have one of Estonia's point of view if you're interested...

Also, check my Russia/Turkey one for Part 4 it's similar to this...kind of.

Fallen - UK/anyone

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Kinda inspired from an earlier fill, but...

The UK as Britannia Angel, topping the hell out of his partner. Smut is a must. Preferred pairings are America, Japan, or Spain, but anything's all right as long as its not France.

Re: Fallen - UK/anyone

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Ah, a prompt after my own heart. Any other details you want to see?