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Bosses look after mini!Nations

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks to whatever usually causes these situations, all the nations have been turned into their younger selves, mentally and physically. Usually one of the nations keep care of the others but since they all changed, who will look after them? Guess their bosses will have to do!

Of Lost Teeth and Memories (1a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

My titles suck
The nations in this fic include- America, Canada, England, France, Russia, China, Japan, North Italy, South Italy, Spain, Germany, and Prussia. Basically, the G8 plus Spain and China. Don’t ask me why these nations specifically got together for a meeting, as in the real world there is no logical reason why.

Oh, and let’s just assume they all speak English for my own sanity.

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When the heads of state entered the meeting room, the atmosphere could be described as a little tense.

None of the national personifications were in attendance, which was a rarity as much as it was an oddity. The men and woman all just stared at each other for a moment, somehow realizing that they were all in the same situation.

“Gentlemen,” President Obama began, nodding briefly to the German Prime Minister, “and lady.” The other leaders nodded in a stiff greeting. President Sarkozy let out a long sigh, bringing his hand to his face to massage his temples.

A sudden ‘bang!’ startled the leaders and a small boy dashed across the room as fast as his short legs could carry him, eventually barreling in to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and latching onto his leg. The leaders snapped their eyes to the small being, and a silent shock fell over the room. David Cameron patted the boy’s unruly blonde hair.

“What’s wrong, Arthur?” he asked with a faltering smile, attempting to keep a cheery tone. It had been a long morning. The boy looked up at the Prime Minister, lips in a furious pout and large eyebrows scrunched in anger.

“He hit me!” proclaimed the tiny England, thrusting a small finger in the direction of the open conference room doors. “And-and called me ro-rosbif. I don’t understand him, but he makes me mad!” the nation shouted, trying to fight back tears.

As if on cue, another boy—slightly older and with longer blonde hair—poked his head through the doorway. Sarkozy sighed again.

“Angleterre! There you are; I lost you, you silly child.” The older boy—the personification of France, everybody knew—sauntered up to England, confident smile on his face as always. As soon as France was close enough, England lashed out.

“I’m not a child!” he screamed, smacking France on the arm. The other nation was undeterred, but Cameron intervened before the flight could escalate.

“Good God, Sarkozy, keep that boy under control.” he said, leaning down to grab England under the arms and heave him off the floor—away from France’s teasing. The tiny nation gasped as he was lifted and settled in to his Prime Minister’s arms. He continued scowling for a moment, unsure how to react, but then buried his face into Cameron’s shoulder with a ‘humph!’.

“What do you want me to do? After that little devil of yours shoved him to the ground and ran off what did you expect Francis to do? And I certainly wasn’t going to go chasing after him! Get over here, Francis.” The young France had been poking at England, who was now shaking in Cameron’s arms out of anger and frustration. France stopped, disappointed, but obeyed his boss’s order and practically skipped over to his side. Sarkozy began to scold him softly in French and Cameron turned away, patting England’s back in comfort and thinking about how glad he was to have experience in raising children. His gaze landed on the American President and Canadian Prime Minister.

“So, where are America and Canada?” he asked. The two North American leaders glanced at each other for a moment, and then back to Cameron.

“America is, well…” President Obama began, searching for the right words. Harper wasn’t faring any better in describing the situation.

Suddenly, another, smaller, figure burst through the door. The blur of gold headed straight for Obama and latched on to his leg as England had done minutes before, and the child rested his head along Obama’s pant leg so he could scowl up at his boss.

As the President had discovered earlier that morning, however, America could not communicate as England could. Which made sense, because America was much younger than England and the other Europeans, but Obama really didn’t think that he would regress to the talking ability of a two year old.

Faith-Healer America

[(Anonymous)]

America lays his hands on the sick, and they get better through the power of The Lord. Or do they?

It is completely up to anon whether America is a scam artist using people's faith to get into their wallets, or someone who genuinely believes in what he does (and maybe to some extent has some sort of power).

keep your beat to my faith [1/4]

[(Anonymous)]

first off, this isn't the anon that offered above so sorry for butting in, hope to see you write something better than this stort nonsense! ;w;


There aren't too many people on the boardwalk on Thursdays, not counting the Santa Monica surfers and the winos because they're there everyday, no matter what. The summer season's over which is a great pity since that means business goes away, goes away to the weekends and nightclubs in West Hollywood. But it reminds America that it's actually quite nice when there's nobody around because the fewer people there are the more beautiful the beach becomes.

When there's a lot of people, you have to make compromises. That means bad street performers and bikinis and spray tans and yard-long margaritas and really, you can only take so much of those at a time. The kids who play at the basketball courts are all strong and fast and they are awfully dedicated to their craft and they are as about real as the people can get. America watches them sometimes and the kids are all in high-school or dropouts or on the verge of becoming dropouts. He'd say something to them, maybe about how an education and not the NBA is what's going to get them out of here. But you can't tell kids things like that. They don't want to those kinds of words so America watches and when one of them gets hurt from a fall or a hit, then they come to him.

He's a healer. Always has been. He'd have gone to medical school but dropped after two years as an undergrad (got caught with crystal meth that wasn't his, honest to God, so don't ask), and now he's out here in Venice Beach performing healing for minimal fees. He lives in East Venice which is an OK neighborhood—could be way worse, to be honest—and on weekdays and weekends during the summer he's always at the boardwalk. He sits near the end of it which is where people are liable to be injured, or just plain drunk. "Hey man, hey," he says to everyone who passes, "what's up?"

Hey, hey, hey, he has a list of prices depending on the degree of pain you're experiencing. Hey, hey, you'll feel better I guarantee it. He lays his hands on your back, takes a few deep breaths, presses down. He does that for a few minutes and all the while he tells you to concentrate on something in front of you, don't matter what it is, but just look at it.

"Keep on lookin'. Don't look away." That's right. You don't ever look away, you face it. That's right, man, you're going to feel better. Nine times out of ten, they do. It's actually just a simple hypnosis technique, what he uses. But he calls it healing and given the prices nowadays at health clinics, he's also infinitely cheaper. That's very attractive.

*

Once a little girl comes up to him by herself. She has blond hair and green eyes; she's wearing a faded blue sundress and she has a flower in her hair. He says: "What's up?"

And the girl says: "Aren't you a healer?"

"Why, yes," says America, holding up his sign, "you're an awful good reader for a little girl aren't you?"

"I'm in my advanced reading class at school."

"Anything I could help you with, miss?"

Using another phrase to mean "I Love You", Spamano

[(Anonymous)]

Romano has been trying to tell Spain that he loves him for the longest time, but every time he tries to say it, the words just refuse to come out. In order to get around this, he decides to come up with a phrase that at first glance means something else but really means “I love you”. I’m not picky about what the phrase is, but it should probably be something that Romano says often, like “chigi” or “you bastard” or “make me some food, dumbass”.

Spain wonders for the longest time why Romano keeps saying that phrase at the weirdest times when one day it finally dawns on him (I’ve got this image of him watching “Princess Bride” where “As you wish” = “I love you” and it clicks and he jumps up shouting and pointing at the screen like an idiot. “OH MY GOD, I GET IT NOW!!” …It doesn’t have to happen like that). He rushes to Romano’s house, tackles him the moment he opens the door and repeats Romano’s “secret phrase” over and over again as he kisses him and Romano realizes that Spain’s figured it out.

[Part 1] It's Meaningless

[(Anonymous)]

WRITER ANON FORCES YOU TO IMAGINE THE CHIGI FROM THE DELICIOUS TOMATO SONG EVERYTIME YOU READ IT HERE

“CHIGIIIIIII!” Romano blurted out one day at the Italian’s dinner table.

Spain looked up from delicious plate of his pasta, a strand hanging out of his mouth and his face stained with tomato sauce. A meatball was stuck to his fork, ready to be stuffed in his mouth like a little piggy. “Huh?”

Romano sat there, staring at the Spaniard with a tense face. Seconds passed before he looked back down at his meal and shoveled food into his mouth as well. Spain sat there in confusion, still waiting for a reason to the random outburst, when the boy finally put down his fork and said, “Stop fucking staring at me, you pedophile.” Random strings of pasta came flying out at he spoke.

Christ, Spain said, putting a hand to his forehead as Italy devoured his meal in the same fashion as an animal at a barnyard.
Didn’t someone teach him some manners..? Whoops it shoulda been me

This wasn’t the first time it had happened, though. Not the lack of civil behavior, the random frustrated interjection that came at times that Spain just couldn’t predict. For a while it only came when he was angry, but now Romano would mutter it when he was around, suddenly turning quiet afterwards or being unresponsive. At this point, Spain had quit trying to ask what it meant. But it still bothered him, and more importantly, it worried him. Was little Lovi sick?

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“Lovino..” Spain began, an hour after the dinner and a half hour into another one of those American movies. Spanish subtitles ran across the bottom as people and titles popped up on the screen. It had been Antonio’s choice for a movie tonight, and he had been sure to choose a romantic movie in an attempt to hit a soft note in Romano’s angry body. Sort of cheesy, but it was worth a try.

“So are you really okay?” He shuffled closer, wanting to warm up the adorable pouting nation and make him feel ten times better. If Lovino liked basking in the sun, wouldn’t he like the comfort of his body warmth?
Spain got as far as a quick hug before he found out Lovino wouldn’t.

“S-Spain, you… errgh. Right at the good part, your stupid head got in the way and I couldn’t see. Agggh.” Romano sure was making a huff about nothing, as there hadn’t been kissing or sexy times in the movie at all yet. What was his problem? In the dark of the room, Spain couldn’t entirely see the emotions that danced on the Italian’s face.

He couldn’t see how red it was, either.

“Chigiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Romano breathed, sinking into the couch with an air of defeat.

“Lovi... Stop saying that!!”

Germany's brothers, Stuck in the basement

[(Anonymous)]

The new Prussia cleaning game reveals that the other German states are Germany's brothers, too, and they are all supposedly still alive, just retired. This means that Prussia isn't alone in the basement, he has to share with ALL HIS OTHER BROTHERS! I want something funny based on this.

Bonus: They all have a hard time sleeping in the same dark dusty room together.

There are territorial fights...often.

A Wurst by Any Other Name [1/?] - Art/Drabble Fill

[(Anonymous)]

Character Intro:




A Wurst by Any Other Name

It was 2:00 AM and Prussia was still on the internet, checking through funny Youtube videos and trolling in the comments section when the door was forced open.

“What the-!?” Prussia yelped in surprise as he jumped up into the air. He hit his butt painfully when he landed and yelled again, not caring if he woke any of his other brothers up.

“Ha ha, that was funny!” He was met by a playful grin. Prussia growled as he tried to hide his embarrassment of being so easily frightened and hissed out a, “what do you want Bavaria?!” as he glared at his older brother.

“Come on Prussia! Stop hiding in the bathroom watching stupid videos already! It’s so boring around here...besides, baby bro is gone tonight, so let’s go out too!” Bavaria exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“Huh? Wait, West is gone tonight?” Prussia asked as he rubbed his throbbing bottom.

“Ja...I think he’s out visiting Italy again.” To this Prussia frowned even more, why did West always get to visit Italy? Why was he the one stuck in a one room basement all day with five other brothers? Man, retirement sure sucked...at least he gets free beer. Prussia stood up and put down his netbook as he pushed his way out of the bathroom, “ok, ok, where are we off to?”

“I want to go meet some ladies,” replied Saxony, his other older brother, as he came into Prussia’s view, “like seriously man, six guys squished in a fucking basement! It’s such a sausage fest down here 24/7!”
Prussia briefly thought about eating a sausage at the mention of the word, until he realized what his brother meant. Well; that sure killed his appetite.

“I think we should all stand up to Ludwig. I mean ja, we’re all retired or whatever but can’t he get us a walkout basement or something-ow! What the fuck are you doing!?” Saxony cried out in pain as Bavaria jabbed him in the rib.

“Stop complaining. Prussia, get the basket. Saxony, go steal some of baby bro’s money. It’s hidden on the underside of the chair in his study this time. I’ll wake the other three.” Bavaria commanded them. Prussia snickered inwardly. West always tried to hide his euros from his thieving brothers, but Bavaria always finds it within a day. He can’t hide anything from his older brothers!

“Sure, whatever,” Saxony turned to fetch the money, only to halt halfway and do a double take “what are we doing with a basket?” He was afraid to ask. Bavaria was mad half the time. Once he sprayed everyone’s panties with inching spray. Including his own. Nothing can beat the awkwardness of six guys in one room, trying to fight for the bathroom so that they could scratch their vital regions in private.

“I’m not going to stuff you in a toilet or anything, don’t be so suspicious! I just thought that baby bro has been buying some really gross wurst lately and I want to get some bierwurst.” Bavaria explained to Prussia’s delight,

“Ja! Best idea ever! Would have been more awesome if it was suggested by me! I wanna get some weisswurst myself maybe some bratwurst and Westfälische Rinderwurst, maybe if we’re lucky we can find a good currywurst place around here.” Prussia was getting excited, his appetite reviving like a magnificent phoenix. A wurst loving phoenix.

“I doubt any of the markets are still open at this hour you know...” a raspy voice pointed out from a corner of the room. Awakened by his brothers’ excited chatter, Brandenburg was not in the best mood, even for talk about wurst.

“Come on! Just think about it! Nürnberger rostbratwurst, Nordhessische bratwurst, Thüringer rostbratwurst, Fränkische bratwurst! Just think of all the delicious wurst we could get!” Prussia exclaimed to his grumpy brother.

“Then bring me some liverwurst. I’m going back to bed. So shut up the three of you and get the hell out!”

The three were then promptly shoved up the narrow staircase and out of the door. Thus began the three German brothers’ quest for wurst. At 2:30 AM.

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In my headcanon all of his brothers have their own nickname for Germany.

If I ever finish this, you'll eventually get to see Bavaria's obsessive love with Bavarian potato salad and Hesse's territorial rivalry with Prussia.

Comfort after a nightmare, HRExChibitalia

[(Anonymous)]

I’d like to see some tooth-rotting fluff of HRE comforting Chibitalia after a nightmare about the future (when HRE leaves for war). Bring on the cuddling together under blankets, kissing, hair-stroking (I don’t mean Italy’s curl btw), warm milk with honey to help poor distraught Italy calm down. HRE is flustered by Italy’s tears, but deeply touched that Italy is so averse to seeing him leave. At this point in time, HRE doesn’t yet have plans to go to war, thinks that Italy’s nightmare is nothing but a nightmare, and promises never to leave him.

Canada crushing on Glenn Gould

[(Anonymous)]

what it says on the tin.

I want Canada to have every record that this guy has ever put out, watch the movie about him, read his biographies. While Gould was alive, Canada learned to play the piano from scratch in a purchase to impress his idol, and is genuinely heartbroken at his death.

Bonus- In a subplot or a bonus chapter, America fanboying on Liberace.

gerita relationship help from tiny!Italy

[(Anonymous)]

Very, very loosely inspired by this: http://masterfranny.deviantart.com/art/APH-Italy-Shimeji-181385480

Germany randomly finds a thumb-sized Italy in his house one morning. His immediate thought is that a) he’s overtired and hallucinating, or b) Italy got in the way of one of England’s spells and got miniaturized. This turns out to be false, though, because he sees Italy that day walking around like normal. Germany decides to keep the mini Italy, at least until he can figure out what to do about him.

At this point, Germany has feelings for Italy, but hasn’t yet realized it. Mini-Italy helps him figure out his feelings and guides him through the courtship process with regular Italy. Once Germany has confessed to Italy and gotten a positive response, mini-Italy disappears.

Re: gerita relationship help from tiny!Italy

[(Anonymous)]

lol.

seconded for the awesome XDDD

German bros--Germany as he grows up

[(Anonymous)]

I need me some cutesy German brothers interaction. I’d like to see some snapshot moments as Germany grows up, with Prussia being a dorky doting big bro, starting with some warm and fluffy familial moments. But as Germany grows up and becomes more independent, and serious, Prussia begins to miss the sweet, happy little child Germany had once been. Germany is no longer amused by his brother’s antics and nor does he need to be taken care of and secretly this saddens Prussia greatly. He feels like his little brother is growing farther and farther away from him.

End with present day. Prussia is living in the always busy Germany’s house. Whenever Prussia tries to instigate some fun brother time like they used to have, Germany says he’s too busy. But one day, Germany unexpectedly clears his schedule and says that if there’s anything Prussia wants them to do together, he has time today. Maybe they do something that Germany used to love to do as a child and Germany ends up enjoying it far more than he thought he would. I’m not looking for coupley interaction here, just some completely platonic fluff, please and thank you :)

Re: German bros--Germany as he grows up

[(Anonymous)]

Melting and seconding ~~

Any nations, chub and how it affects their sex lives

[(Anonymous)]

We've all seen the requests there are from time to time of crack or smut about nations being heavy, but it would be interesting to see the sex life aspect explored a little more with the questions and concerns weighing in on the partners' minds.
Do they worry or do they go with the flow?
Any two of those guys, or even an ensemble deal if filler wishes so. Genre isn't much a priority.

Sight of You [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure if this is what you were thinking or not, OP, but I couldn’t resist. If anyone else wants to fill go on and do it DO IT.

What the hell, I don’t even like SuFin that much. But this prompt, in my headcannon it’s perfect for them.

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The last night of Finland’s stay before he took off to prepare for the next session of Parliament, and Sweden was curled around him in bed, curtains drawn and room dark. Sweden sighed; a low pulse of want thrummed through him, spreading through his veins, rising up under his skin, low-lying electric current keeping him awake.

He knew Finland didn’t want to do anything, as he was always exhausted around Christmas. Sweden drew himself nearer to Finland under the covers. They never did anything sexual during the holidays unless Finland had been drinking, and even then it was always Sweden who did the work; a turnaround from their usual routine.

But still. He couldn’t keep his free hand from wandering, couldn’t stop pressing his larger form ever closer to Finland. Finland always gained weight over the holidays. A lot of weight. A noticeable amount of weight. His clothes, always a little baggy on him during the summer, filled out nicely, and Sweden couldn’t help observing.

On the couch, watching a movie while Sealand tried to stay awake on Sweden’s other side, and Finland’s curled-up position exaggerated the paunch of his stomach.

In the kitchen, where Finland flitted around from counter to stove and back, his shirt tightly wrinkling over his love handles when he reached up for something in the cabinet.

In the living room, decorating the Christmas tree - Finland and Sealand prattling on about everything, Sweden happily moving the ornaments at the top around over and over again according to their ever-changing whims - and Finland’s tightly stretched pants as he knelt on the floor, backside full and plump and oh-so-grabbable.

In bed in the morning, when Finland’s bright smile waking his groggy self up was made even cheerier than usual by his chubby cheeks.

And now. Lying in bed, and Finland was so much softer, melded to him so very easily, and there was just...so much more, it made him feel greedy, it made him burn with want, year after year. Sweden shifted, tucked his head over Finland’s and brought his nose to Finland’s hair. He let his lips brush the top of Finland’s head in a light kiss and draped a long arm over and down and around, pulling them flush together. He closed his eyes at the sensation of Finland’s cushioned middle yielding under his arm.

His erection pressed against Finland’s backside, and oh, was that ever nice.

“Sweden?”

“Mm?” Sweden ran a hand down Finland’s front, over the bedshirt, over the plump stomach, let it settle on the rounded curve of Finland’s hip.

Finland moved slightly; Sweden let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and he minutely jerked his hips, rubbing himself against a much more substantial behind than he was accustomed to.

“I...don’t know. I’m tired, Sve!”

“Yer leavin’ tomorrow.”

“W-well, yes...but I..I’m happy just cuddling with you too!”

“Mm.”

“No, really, it’s nice to be able to stay here with you and be lazy and comfortable.”

Belgium/Liechtenstein- Self-bondage discovery

[(Anonymous)]

Liectenstein likes self-bondage. Belgium finds her tied up and helpless one day while visiting on a whim. Yuri sexytiems ensue.

Even Lillies have their secrets. Or ropes and chains, as it turns out. 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

{{This took me a lot longer than I wanted to to start filling it, real life decided to meddle. I hope this is alright, it's my first time writing yuri. <3
Fannames I use are:
Liech = Sofia, Belgium = Anika, Holland = Maarten}}

About twenty minutes in doubt always started to creep in. The ice before her eyes melted slowly, the key and the string to which it was attached remained frosted comfortably within. For what seemed to be so long. It should take an hour, but what if she had measured too much ice? What if it dropped too far away? Her emergency release would take longer. And if that one failed... she would have to wait for herself to get caught.
Of course she had tested them beforehand, if anything her brother taught her about being safe. Even if his lessons mostly referred to forest animals and men.

Oh, what if brother returns early from his meeting?

It had been one of the reasons she started the practice. Vash's overbearing brotherly protectiveness prevented her from forming any relationship with another country or man. Unless she wanted them to look like Swiss cheese from the consequent bullet holes.
Constrained as she was, she did not mind. The tight, possessive grip of leather, metal and ropes did the job well of arousing her. The embarrassing fear of discovery only caused the adrenaline to force her heart to beat faster.

Sofia shifted in her restraints, her actions immediately lashing back at her when she slipped further on the toy she had laid out. She down on the gag, feeling herself clench around the plastic lover, cheeks flushing brightly. Her fingernails idly traced the cold metal of the handcuffs, firmly keeping her hands locked behind her back, held up by a simple rope attached to a pulley to prevent herself from lowering them.

Her breathing grew more rapid as she lowered herself just a little to feel that jolt course through her body again. When tied like that, her mind would attend to every sound she heard. Was that the sound of their front door closing? Or just a neighbours? None of it sounded louder than her own heartbeat. It was a continued throbbing that sounded nearly overwhelming to her ears. It nearly had her convinced that it was what would give her away, the calling of her heart that would attract the attention of anybody to walk in on her secret.

It certainly sounded loud enough.

Greece/Japan - and the wolf fell in love with the sheep

[(Anonymous)]

Relevant fanart: http://i53.tinypic.com/w6sd9x.jpg

AU where Greece is a wolf and Japan a sheep, and they're in love with each other in spite of wolves and sheep kind of being expected to be mortal enemies. (Or at least I think they're supposed to be a wolf and sheep in the fanart. I'm not 100% sure.)

Do whatever you want with this plot, anons! My only stipulation is that there be no non-con/dub-con or literal eating of each other (metaphorical 'eating' is fine, if you know what I mean ;) ). If you want to write them having sex, I'm more than happy with that and it can even be rough and kinky, but it must be 100% consensual.

Wolfsbane 1/5

[(Anonymous)]

Not the anon above.
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He remembered the songs of monks and travelers as he walked through the woods. He murmured them to himself to beat back the instincts of his tribe; he was always a little uneasy in large places without others of his kind to stay with. The woods were dark around him, a place farther than he usually traveled, but he had been ordered to make a delivery to a client, and received something in return for a superior. Now he was only a while from his home, perhaps thirty minutes.

He caught a scent on the air and it made him freeze. There was an innate sense, for the instinct of a prey would always react to the scent of a predator, even when their roles have developed. The wolves haven't attacked in years, but he'll always remember the stories of blood-soaked bodies, twisted ribs. No one could tell if they were real or not, but most didn't care to make the distinction. His inner self, all fur and fragile skin will now allow it. Kiku was part man, part animal. Even in modern times, when a wolf or fox might as well come to him, half man as a customer, he felt a little shudder inside him. He was polite and tried to keep his fear hidden, for they could smell it on him, and that would give the advantage.

He knew he'd been followed, though. He kept walking ahead, carrying his burdens.

"Isn't it heavy?" A quiet voice asked. Kiku slowly turned. There was a man at the fence beside him, with a bushy tail and long canine ears. Kiku swallowed, his instincts calling him to flee. He resisted. It would break decorum, and if the tales were true, it would cause the wolf to chase after him.

"It is fine," Kiku said, quiet and polite. A little curt, but only to imply his busyness.

He was oddly languid for a wolf. Foxes were sarcastic, quiet creatures who were never quite large enough to prey on his kind other than the lambs or the sickly, and thus less of a threat. They chose passive aggression and sarcasm, preferring not to fight the stronger wolves, unless a more opportune time arrived. He was in fact, quite unlike the wolves he has known. He was alone – of course, there were always lone wolves, but they seemed sad without their pack, while the wolf was perfectly content.

He heard a rustle at the other side of the woods, and turned quick. No, there was the rest of the pack. He swallowed, and tried not to let his fear reek through. It wasn't a wolf that came out, but a fox.

"Hello, fluffy," the fox said. He narrowed his eyes , but not in anger. On Francis, combined with a smirk, it was meant to allure, to draw in his next new fling.

"Do you need help?" Francis said. "You looked lost, little lambkin."

Francis worked in the building across from where Kiku worked, and he'd seen Francis make passes at quite a few. He'd not made many at Kiku himself, but then Kiku always made himself busier than he needed when Francis was around, in hopes that whatever politeness he contained would realize that this was not a good time.

Japan shook his head. Foxes didn't arise the fear that wolves innately brought out in him. They were less a danger to his person and more a danger to his virginity, which was not an issue with him.

"No thank you," he said as firmly as possible.

The wolf, strange and sleepy as he was, stepped over the fence, until he was close to Kiku. Where there had earlier been calm, now irritation, even rage spread over his features.

"I'm helping him," he said.

"Quoi? Ah, you already have a lover to 'help you'?" Francis smirked at Kiku's flush. The wolf lowered his head and growled.

"Now, now," Francis said. "I'm not interested in violence...at least, not like this, more leather, and controlled...." He winked. The wolf was already looking as if he might resort to fisticuffs.

"A joke, a simple joke," Francis held up his hands in a gesture of whoa now, of stop and peace, peace. The wolf relaxed, but only a fraction. His eyes didn't leave him.

"And you're usually such a calm one too, Herakles," Francis said casually. "It's an odd mating pair, but it takes all kinds." He shrugged.

Russia/America - Chess

[(Anonymous)]

Russia and America playing chess, with America first thinking the game is boring as hell but gets very into it after that.
Alfred being all serious about chess turns Ivan on... sexy time ensues! <3

I don't care who tops really.

Bonus:
1 Fucking the other one with a piece of chess.
2 Detailed foreplay

Re: Russia/America - Chess

[(Anonymous)]

All the best players play like Russians...

I want...
SO much.

*SECONDS LIKE FIRE!*


Captcha says: respects artibuff
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Interesting~

Prussia using the internet

[(Anonymous)]

Seeing as Prussia exists mostly in the hearts of history nerds and weird political extremists, both of whom congregate on the internet, it makes sense that he'd be an internet nerd. He's even canonically a basement-dweller, and he did try to start a blog once. So I'd like to see Prussia just doing whatever online and generally wasting time and having no life.

Re: Prussia using the internet

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded. SO. HARD. Does anon mind at all if its a bit porny? (or yaoi for that matter..)

CanUK- Recovery from shellshock

[(Anonymous)]

After World War One and during the twenties, Arthur realizes that he hasn't seen Matthew for a long time. Feeling guilty because of his dominion's loyalty to him in the Great War, he starts looking for Canada, and finds him alone in a sanatorium, suffering from shellshock and unlikely to get better any time soon.

Wracked with guilt, Arthur takes Matthew out of the sanatorium and brings him to his home, promising to stay with him until he gets better.

CanUK- Recovery from shellshock - Question

[(Anonymous)]

OP, are you looking specifically for a sexual/romantic pairing, or is gen okay?

Spain/Chibi Romano- Romano thinks he's going to be abandoned

[(Anonymous)]

Spain goes away for a few months, leaving Chibi Romano in the care of one of his friends. In order to get Romano to be good, said friend tells Romano that Spain gave him to them because he was bad (or something of the like)

Of course, Spain comes back for Romano and even with his usual denseness he notices something's not right...

Bonuses:

Romano desperately tries to be cute and obedient for Spain.

The Spanish inquisition seems like a walk in the park compared to the revenge Spain dishes out on the 'Friend'

"Dumped" [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

(Writer!Anon has something for this pairing eheheheh. Excuse my Romano's language, and his use of Italian nonsense...)

It had been a surprisingly cold day in the Spanish Empire that day. Had it fit the mood? Probably. It was going to be a sad day for a certain Italian. The caretaker of him knew this well. It wasn't his fault that he had to go to war...It was just a coincidence. Really.

"Stupid Jerk!! Where the hell are you?!" A screech from the hallway cried.

Antonio, the owner of the giant house lay in his bed, his hair tossed and sprawled everywhere on the pillow beneath his warm head. It was the last time he'd sleep in the bed for awhile. He regretted that. Couldn't his opponent form a treaty? He didn't want to leave his Italian subordinate, otherwise known as "Romano" to his pal, Austria and to his brother and his passed grandfather as "Lovino". He called him "Lovi", despite his acts of protest. He thought it was cute! So what?

"Mmmm~" Antonio hummed into his pillow, squeezing it as if it might have been the toddler he had been "blessed" with. Sure, the little twit was a big pain in the arse sometimes, but he knew how to pick up Antonio's spirits at the end of the day. Even if it resulted in a rather painful head butt.

The door to the Spaniard's bedroom swiveled open, and a brunette head, around the height of about 3'7 peeked through. A slight blush on his cheeks, padding his small feet over to the tall bed, easily hopping on and softly kicking his boss's back.

"Buongiorno." He whispered, sitting on the soft bed right beside Spain's head. "Ho fame. Mi fai qualcosa da mangiare."

Antonio turned his head, unable to understand the boy. "Now Lovi, you know I don't know Italian yet...Something about a good eat?"

Lovino scoffed and rolled his eyes, switching over to his limited Spanish.
"Buenos días."

"Ahaha~ Good morning to you too. But you can speak in English seeing as we both know it. C'mon Lovi, now what was that last part?" Antonio picked up the child gingerly into his arms, leaning against the headboard. He shifted his emerald eyes from Lovino to the room, giving it one last look over before having to go to war with the other nation. It was clean, he noticed. Lovino had been doing a good job in it other than the dust floating around. He understood that his little blessing couldn't reach that high on the shelves...but could he at least try?!

"Hungry." He huffed.

"Aah. Boss will make you something after he makes a phone-call okay?" Antonio smiled, kissing his forehead, not noticing how close he was to Lovino’s curl.

Antonio was really going to regret the phone-call that he would have to make to his old enemy, England. Sure, they were old pirates. They got around. The ocean and the French that is. Well... He had to love SOMEONE. Lovino was not of age at the time and France was always welcome.

Antonio got up from his place in the bed and strode to the closet, setting the Italian down on the dark wooden floor.

"Go fetch some tomatoes for Boss, por favor." He said, striding off to get the phone.

Russia/Fem!France/Norway - Surprise Threesome

[(Anonymous)]

While running from Belarus during a world meeting, Ivan ducks into a bathroom only to find France and Norway VERY much occupying it, saying what the hell the two-some invite Russia to join them...he does

Total smut fest wanted, human/nation names, eh either or

virtual cookies for...

1.Roderich in one of the stalls freaked rite the hell out & not wanting anyone to know he's there

2.Prussia is another stall peeking over the top for a better look at wants going on

Re: Russia/Fem!France/Norway - Surprise Threesome

[(Anonymous)]

I just love everyone/everything mentioned here. Seconding ^^

Tibet/Anyone - Comforting

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen a whole lot of fills with China torturing poor Tibet.
I'd like to request some fluff between Tibet and another country.
Tibet needs love too! D:

South Africa and the Commonwealth: Welcome back

[(Anonymous)]

During the years in which apartheid was a policy in South Africa, the rest of the Commonwealth boycotted the country's products and would not include it in their get-togethers.

South Africa and the rest of the Commonwealth reuniting after the apartheid policy is abolished, please and thanks.

Germany/Any female nation

[(Anonymous)]

Anything goes here, I'd just like to see Germany paired with a female.

I'd especially like to see Belarus, Hungary or Liechtenstein. Canon females are preferred, but if you really really really want to genderbend someone, please no N. Italy or Prussia.

Smut is appreciated, but it's up to anon.

Tease me again, love(1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

(Anon feels sorry if I've written Germany too OOC and cheesy title, this is my first time writing about him)

***

I've always wanted to be more than just mere trading partners. I've tried to ask you out on a date, but you thought I was here on official business.

You have no idea how your leg teases me as it peeks out from the slit of your traditional dress. Let alone with your hair, in which I've always wanted to run my fingers in it, feeling the smoothness with a smell of sandalwood and spices from your country. But I've always wondered was hidden behind your face that was always strict like mines, and maybe there was something more behind your cheerful personality.

"Ludwig-aru?"

I snapped out of my thoughts to see you, obviously wanted to discuss about my investment to your economy.

"Hmm?"

"Did you pay attention aru?"

"I did."

"To what aru?"

After that much awkward silence, you smirked.

"I knew it. Well then, I need to go aru, shall I explain another time aru?"

I bit my lip. I stood up and kissed you. You were shocked, but then you somehow responded. As you broke away, I noticed your lips curled up into a smile.

"Didn't know you were so straightforward aru."

"Is that a yes or no?"

"Take a guess, aru."

You walked out, and I find myself chasing after you, only wanting to be teased again.
*****

*Hides*

FrUK - based on "Ghost" doujinshi

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see fic based on this doujinshi:
http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/9053886.html

What I would mainly like to see is the kind of daily interactions England would have with the ghost!France during the month before the next meeting he saw France at.

It'd be great if there could be some extra focus on France, too - like his thoughts on the situation England gets him into during his time as a "ghost" and how their relationship changes?

Bonus for the "ghost" France cuddling with England in bed.

FrUK - Phantom of the Opera

[(Anonymous)]

That's right, FrUK, Phantom of the Opera style. Anon yearns for this so hard.

England must be the Phantom (his deformity is up to the filler, whether it be his eyebrows or a burn or whatever).

France must be Christine.

You can follow the plot as closely or as loosely as possible, and who you cast as others is up to you.

Bonus! Young!France. Seriously, have like, a 15 year old France in there and I'll love you forever.

Sculpted Angels (1/Infinity...)

[(Anonymous)]

He looked around trying to survey how much would have to be done before he could live here in good conscience. Though the life he had led in the Ottoman Empire had been too luxurious for his tastes, he still had a standard of living that he wanted to keep. Living like filth was not his modus operandi, and never would be. Building a house in this sous-terrain would be even more difficult than building St. Petersburg on a swamp, but the finished product had to be just as beautiful, and even more musical.

The constant drip of the sewers would serve as his metronome. He would occupy himself with beauty and creating it where there was none... He caught a glance of himself in the murky waters, and slipped the white mask on. Then he looked for a dry place for his sheet music. There was work to be done.

Any Nations - Slumber Party at America's

[(Anonymous)]

As the title states.

America decides to invite a bunch of nations to his house for a slumber party. They watch movies, play games, have a massive pillow fight, etc.

Bonus: Sweden starts the pillow fight.

Pairings are optional, but if Anon!Writer wants to add pairings, feel free. Anon likes Germany/Italy, America/Japan, and Prussia/Romano hnn.

Seconded

[(Anonymous)]

Haha, reminds me of this image: http://horror-vacui.net/hetarchive/images/images/anime/promo_art/pajamas.jpg
They even put it on the back of Season 1 :'D

Love the bonus, I hope this gets filled!

Any nation/a map

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh yeah, baby. Have you seen those things? They're like, pornography for Hetalia fans!

I want to see any nation find a map and suddenly get turned on by the orgy that is planet Earth. Have him/her point out the position of some nations with others, Ex. Canada and America.. Heheh.. >;D

Go wild, anons!

Suddenly, Rule 34 [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

"Estooooniaaaa." Prussia flopped onto his stomach, displacing a few threadbare pillows from the already stiff couch as he did so. Estonia had to adjust the way he sat to accomodate for the inevitability of Prussia scooting over to rest his head on the bespecaled nation's jean-covered thigh, obviously to get a better look at the soft glowing screen of his Dell laptop. "When're you gonna be done with your work?"

Estonia sighed, for Prussia had just asked that same exact question less than five minutes ago. "You know, every time you ask, it diverts my attention, therefore increasing the amount of time before I finish."

"This is bull, anyways. What kind of crap boss gives you all this stuff to do on a weekend? I mean, yeah, Germany works all the time, but half of that stuff isn't exactly assigned, y'know? Just wants to get it all out of the way so he won't have to do it later, so he can do more work. But this..." Prussia shook his head slightly so as not to cause Estonia to drop the laptop. "You've been working for six hours straight, and it's Sunday! The weekend's supposed to be fun, you know, a time to relax!"

"It's difficult to relax when one has so many responsibilities. Besides, I only have this one message to send, and I'll be finished-"

"- finally -"

"- and you can show me what you've been begging to since you arrived here." It was true: the minute Estonia opened the door, Prussia had burst in, rattling on about this really weird thing that he just HAD to show him, and COULD NOT WAIT a SECOND. In fact, it had been waiting for the entire morning and the better part of the afternoon.

Prussia didn't answer, opting instead to sit up and scoot closer to the Baltic so that he could rest his head against Estonia's shoulder, burgundy eyes flicking to and fro between the Estonian being typed on the screen; the cold, slender fingers jumping across the keyboard to type said Estonian; and simply nothing at all, glazing over with boredom. Estonia didn't mind this. In fact, secretly, he was glad that Prussia had even bothered to come over in the first place, even if it was only to show him something probably trivial when compared to his work. The fact that he had stayed for six entire hours further impressed him, especially considering that Prussia was not known for his patience or long attention span. But still, here he was, showing no sign of leaving no matter how bored he really was.

That was one of the things that endeared the former nation to Estonia, and one of the things that made them such good friends.

"Aaaand... lõpetatud," Estonia said triumphantly, clicking the "send" button in the corner of the screen, casting away the last portion of his work into cyberspace. Prussia lifted his head to face Estonia, with that look of 'what the hell does that mean' plastered all over his face, one that had become synonymous with, 'I have no idea how to speak Estonian.' With the smallest of sighs, Estonia passed the laptop to Prussia, shuddering as the warmth from the heated processor left his legs. "Finished. I'm done. Now you can show me that... whatever it is that you want me to see."

"Oh, awesome! Danke, Este!" Prussia, who was normally quite careless with other people's belongings, handled the laptop like a baby made out of glass, as though it could break any second. Though it had never been directed at him specifically, he knew firsthand how scary Estonia could be if someone even got so much as a scratch on his beloved computer. It wasn't like Estonia couldn't fix it right away and make it better than it was before, but Prussia still didn't wish to incur his wrath, especially after he had just gotten done working. That was just suicidal thinking right there.

America + Tony - First contact

[(Anonymous)]

This meme needs more Tony

Anon always wondered how their first meeting was like, if going by popular assumption during the Roswell incident and such in '47

Not only how did they first meet, but how did they both become such good friends? And the events that lead up to their epic bromance they have now. Because it's anon's head cannon America and Tony are in an epic bromance.

Historical fact is love, but anon is not too picky<3

Bonus: if author anon comes up with, sometime in the events of the story, the reason why Tony HATES Arthur - and that is why England keeps getting crop circles.
Bonus 2: somehow Tony was involved with NASA and the moon landing.
Bonus 3: Anon has noticed lately that when countries give America a hard time suddenly they get random UFO sitings and scares. It's Tony messing with them.

Re: America + Tony - First contact

[(Anonymous)]

Hahahaha... I love the third bonus! SECONDED!!!

Japan - Animal I Have Become

[(Anonymous)]

Something based on Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become" (lyrics: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/three-days-grace-lyrics/animal-i-have-become-lyrics.html) for Japan.

WWII references are a must.