Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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Female Nations x Germany - Gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

(Or is it gangrape? Anyways.)
All the Female Nations x Germany. In that order.
Toys/Straps-Ons/Gags/Handcuffs/Blindfolds it's all up for use. Although please no like, watersports or scat or anything like that...
Whatever the reason (Maybe retribution for WWII? Theyre bored?) is up to the author.

Re: Female Nations x Germany - Gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

yesssssss
seconded

Japan/China, scars

[(Anonymous)]

or China/Japan I like it either way.

China and Japan get off on touching each other's scars while having sex.


Bonus: for them being in an established relationship with each other already.

routine - 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Not the person who posted the comic, but this is my OTP and I just couldn't resist this request. =n= It's not overly smutty since I've never written any kind of smut before, but it's pretty dirty compared to what I usually write.. ahaha. It's short, too. I hope OP likes it anyway!

By the way, this is my first kink meme fill. Be gentle.


Neither of them think it strange that a light, accidental graze of a hip- one covered by clothing, at that- could lead to sweating, moaning, the touching elsewhere- with no clothing.

By now, it is routine.

Every time Yao and Kiku are together, soaking up each other's company ("Like couples should, aru!"), without the excessive touching that most lovers consider "normal" (Kiku's request), it happens. Sometimes, Yao even does it on purpose. He reaches a slender finger out, or stretch his arm away from his body like a swan preparing for flight, to touch one of the ugly reminders of thousands of deaths; a large bullet scar, east of Kiku's navel.

Yao's aim, in touching the ultra-sensitive skin surrounding the piece of history on his boyfriend's body, is to savor the reaction, and he is never disappointed. The choked gasp he makes, the way his face turns up in discomfort with a tinge of arousal, and the way he looks at Yao, his eyes screaming something to the effect of Do it again.

Unable to hide his smile, Yao does it again with more purpose. Before he knows it, the Japanese man is flying toward him, crashing onto him, and kissing him with full, frightening force. It isn't as scary as it should be to Yao, but he's too occupied and excited to mind.

However, in about seven seconds flat (he wasn't counting or anything), small hands reach back to Yao's own ugly reminder- a long, thin one, tracing his spine. A reminder that was caused by the sword that the owner of the hands stroking it caused; symbolizing not thousands of deaths, but millions. The reminder is a hazy fog in the back of both minds, while nails dig into flesh, tongues crash into teeth, and limbs create painful friction.

They fall into the routine for the rest of the afternoon.


It's canon that China's (or Yao's; sorry if human names bug OP, btw) scar represents the Nanking Massacre (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_Massacre), indeed caused by Japan's (Kiku's) own sword, but it is popular headcanon that Japan also has scars as a result of that whole period; from the start of the second Sino-Japanese War to the end of WWII. I theorize that these scars are bullet wounds, one on each hip, that represent the atomic bombings or Hiroshima and Nagasaki (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki). Just a clarification, though the kink itself should have outlined that... oh well.

Thanks for reading!

Any - Nation struggles with their homosexuality.

[(Anonymous)]

Now here's something that has been getting on the realist in my veins's nerves. Its nice how a lot of us assume that nations automatically take being gay in their stride, for the interests of yaoi sexual development. But... it's not really realistic, is it?

Generally in the world, although being homosexual is supposedly accepted, there is still a lot of discrimination against it. Even more so in the past, when human rights laws were less kind. Sodomy was blasphemy, religion loathed it... even now it's not perfect. People still get bullied, and forced into suicide on some extremes.

I'd like to see a nation struggle to come to terms with the fact that he (or she maybe) is actually gay. Of course, being a nation (that encompasses both those that discriminate about it and not), they are horrified at themselves. They'd do anything to deny it.

And so, I'd like to see how said nation desperately battles to hide their secret from the world.

(I'd most like to see England in this situation, but any other nation would be lovely. I'm more interested in the prompt than the person).

De Wallen [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

_{Note: this will have homophobic language in it. I kind of went the way of the Netherlands being in denial by being really hateful about it, which often deep homophobia has underlying homoerotic thoughts.
and the Netherlands is one of the most gay friendly countries, so I just thought filling it with him would make him further ostracized. Also, there is smut. De Wallen is the most famous red light district in Amsterdam that will be making an appearance in the next update..}
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He sees two men walking down the street, hand in hand, smiling and happy and acting as if there's nothing in the world that could bring them apart. The Netherlands though, he tenses up, setting down his cup of coffee as he overlooks the café wrought railing, frowning and wondering how they must have gotten that way.

Everyone expects him to be so friendly to people of other persuasions. When your country is rated to be the friendliest for such things, welcoming anyone with different sexualities with open arms, it sticks. No matter what you think, either, as a nation. Rest assured, he's nearly the only one who notices, who sneers with his upper lip curled at them.

He watches them disappear from his view, continuing down the street entirely oblivious to his stare.

The Netherlands' companion in front of him watches as well, a faint smile on the Estonian's lips. He picks at his frieten, licking some of the joppie sauce from the edge of his fingers. “I think your country is wonderful, Netherlands.” The western nation turns back to him, a frown prominent on his lips still.

“You know, if they visited Estonia, we wouldn't even recognize them as married... But I really hope that my government changes that soon.”

“Oh?” The brunette asks dryly, pretending that he has any inkling of interest. Estonia nods in fervor.

“Yes. Everything else is going so wonderful for my country, I want us to spend some time so we're not only tolerant, but accepting.” The Netherlands already knows the next sentence that's coming long before he says it, he knows this entire conversation to the point where he can just drink his coffee and not listen. “Like you.”

It annoys him. It annoys him that he has to sit here with yet another formerly suppressed yet progressive nation, probably a homosexual himself who probably spent ample time sucking Russia's dick without minding. His boss wants him to gloss the Estonian over, make him sing Dutch praise to his own bosses, just so they can outsource some things and use Estonia to benefit them.

He even just looks like one is what the Dutchman believes, displeased at the way his hair seems perfectly trimmed and his nails polished to where there isn't a single cuticle about to go renegade. Worst of all the Netherlands thinks is how he noticed these things, since it's probably precisely what Estonia wants him to do. To notice and hit on him for it, to compliment how fabulous he looks with his perfectly color coordinated clothing.

The Netherlands is just glaring, even though Estonia notices nothing different because he thinks that the other man always looks this grumpy. He takes another fry and eats it, smiling just faintly at him. “So, you wanted to discuss business, didn't you?”

It snaps him out of his hateful stupor and he nods, trying to remember everything his boss told him to say. He picked up the coffee and took another drink, looking away from Estonia. There's just too much that he has to think about, like why he's even obeying his boss when he doesn't want to do this.

“I did.”

Estonia looks at him hopefully, patiently, and the Netherlands sneers still.

America/Slav family foursome

[(Anonymous)]

America and Russia are together, but America finds himself lusting after his sisters. He finds Belarus incredibly beautiful and sexy, Ukraine sweet and vulnerable (and man, those boobs!) He wants to propose a foursome, but he’s terrified of Russia’s reaction, and doesn’t even know the level of closeness between the Russian siblings. though he knows Belarus wouldn’t opposeXD

Take it from here! What’s up between the Slav siblings I leave up to you! They can all be ok with it, not ok, been telling each other dirty details about their sex lives since forever, be increidlby prudish, already have sexual experiences together or not…anything. I also leave up to you if America gets his wish or not.

Bonus. if you go the route of foursome (yay!), Belarus finds herself unexpectedly turned on by America overpowering her brother, or seeing Russia taking another man, and Ukraine reveals that she's been with America's brother before xD

Denmark/Norway -- James Bond

[(Anonymous)]

requesting an AU where the nordics are secret agents/spies working together.
Anon would love to see Denmark as a James Bond like character with Norway working as his partner. While Sufin are another pair of partners working with them.

Bonus: Norway double crossing Denmark to save his younger brother Iceland

SECONDED

[(Anonymous)]

OMG SOMEONE FILL THIS! STAT!


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Germany/Prussia Maid Outfit

[(Anonymous)]

Ludwig comes home to low-and-behold Prussia skittering about in a slutty French Maid Outfit. His excuse is he's getting 40 Euro from this but, too late, Ludwig's already snapped and jumps him to which Prussia runs away. Ludwig eventually catches up to him and sex ensures.

Anon will grant you cookies if Prussia still has to wear the outfit while they fuck *__*

Re: Germany/Prussia Maid Outfit

[(Anonymous)]

I have seen a doujinshi similar to this request by the doujin circle Drunken Angel,but would love to see someone do this prompt.

N.Italy/S.Italy - always together

[(Anonymous)]

I want a fic where the two Italies always end up together somehow. They can have different relations at times (Germany/Italy, Spain/Romano, anything else you might want to include), but they inevitably end up in each other's arms when they get in a fight with someone else or break up with someone else because they trust each other the most.

It can just be platonic cuddling if you want, but anon would love sex in the fill.

All nations - Superheroes

[(Anonymous)]

This is so random, but yeah...
I'd like to read a fic in a universe where all the nations are superheroes with incredibly ridiculous superpowers (England fights with poison cooking, like Bianchi from Reborn, Japan controls a Tentacle monster etc..) and they all protect their people from danger. Until one day, an incredibly strong super-villain appears and they have to combine all of their powers to fight him.

Not all of the nations have to be heroes. Some can be villains, some can be sidekicks some can be damsels in distress and so on.

Bonus: The incredibly strong super-villain is Hero-Man America who wants to destroy all the other heroes so he can be the only hero in the world (whut?).

(I like pretty much any pairing but I would love you if it wouldn't end as USUK, because there's just too much of that already...)

Re: All nations - Superheroes

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, much love. I don't really have the time right now, but maybe after my exams are over I'll fill this.

France/England escape to Dunkirk

[(Anonymous)]

France was actually pretty badass during the Second World World, as if memory serves, part of the French Army stayed and fought so the British could escape from Dunkirk.

So anon would really like to see FrUk, with them escaping Paris to Dunkirk (fighting optional) and reach the beach, and only then does England realize that France is going to stay behind (la resistance?)

Bonus: They escape on a motorbike
2nd Bonus: There's a kiss mid-battle on the beach with the line 'I'll be back for you'

Sorry for the detailed prompt and previous failure, and thank you in advance.

Re: France/England escape to Dunkirk

[(Anonymous)]

Yay, it's back! Seconding anon from last time is here to second again :D
I especially love the motorbike bonus <3

Denmark/Norway/Romano/Spain - Pairing Misunderstandings

[(Anonymous)]

Denmark and Spain are getting a little frustrated doing all the chasing after their respective tsunderes, so they decide to pretend that they're together to make Nor and Roma jealous.

...except Nor and Roma think they've just been rejected. So they come up with the same idea, pretending to go out so Den and Spain will chase after them again.

But Den and Spain don't realise they're pretending either.

I don't mind if it stays DenNor and Spamano or ends up being Spain/Den and Roma/Nor, or any combo really (even a foursome would be brilliant)

Seconded

[(Anonymous)]

Pfft, clueless/(low self-esteem) tsundere pairings are fucking hilarious. :Db

Any/Any - Pokemon crossover

[(Anonymous)]

An embarrassed anon appears!

Um.. I saw a lot of pictures with Hetalia characters as pokemon trainers... and now I'd like to read a fic about it.
You know, there's a lot of self-insert Pokemon-fics that follows a trainers journey from the very first time they get a pokemon to the point where they fight the league. I'd like to see the same thing but with one of the hetalia characters as the trainer. I don't even care which one. It would be awesome if he traveled with one or two others and if just almost every character shows up at some point as a gym leader or rival etc.

Bonus: Pairings! I love FrUK, Spamano, Germancest, GerIta, RusAmerica or just any cracky rarepair you could think of^^

Oh, and you can include pokemon from any generation. I know them all. Yes. I'm just gonna go and be a nerd somewhere else now...

American brothers de-age willingly and make the FrUK family possible

[(Anonymous)]

No matter how much we fans like it, the FACE family didn't exist; England and France got along then as well as they've always done, which is not at all, and fought and separated the brothers constantly.

Seeing the UST still to be resolved between them in our days, and also how melancholic both nations seem to be about the past and how many things they say they would change now about it, America and Canada de-age themselves temporarily to allow their 'parents', finally, their happy family.

BONUS. They de-age their bodies but not their minds, but still pretend they are little kids like they used to be, and also take advantage of the feeling of being taken care of, consoled and protected again.

seconded

[(Anonymous)]

I'm really intrigued by this prompt.

Denmark/Norway - Eating Disorder

[(Anonymous)]

I just want a skinny Denmark who has been unable to eat and keeping it a secret from everyone else. Reason why can be up to anon whether it be the idea of control or an effect from his country in strife. Norway eventually finds out and insert a lot of hurt/comfort between the pair.

Bonus:
1. Norway moving in to Denmark's house to keep an eye on him.
2. He also can't stop himself from running his fingers across Denmark's ribs even after he has recovered.

Re: Denmark/Norway - Eating Disorder

[(Anonymous)]

seconded seconded SECONDED

England and America - Lost bet and Handcuff forfeit.

[(Anonymous)]

England loses a bet with France and has to pay a forfeit. France decides to handcuff him to America for three days and three nights at Americas house. England is forced to just wear his little waiter outfit whilst America is in a pair of chaps and very tight, very small boxer briefs that leave very little to the imagination. Nothing else. America seems more than pleased with the current situation. Smut and sexy times eventually end up following with England topping. A relationship between the two is not established. Whether they are in traditional handcuffs or there is a chain between them (Death Note stylee) is entirely your choice.


Bonus 1 - England has a hard time trying to cover up what feels like his almost constant erection at being so close to America and him having very little on. At one point he even tells America he is just imaging it and he is not in the slightest bit aroused, when he quite clearly is.

Bonus 2 - America wants to take a bath/shower, England has no choice but to join him and although he protests at first he ends up fucking him in there too.

Bonus 3 - At the end it turns out that America paid France to set this up as he was tired of England not acknowledging his feelings towards him.

Ball and Chain (1/?) [US/UK/US]

[(Anonymous)]

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It started with a pocket of air in the sky. A jolt of turbulence that made him feel like his stomach was doing flips. The sensation remained for the duration of the flight. Even after he stepped into the airport terminal, made it through customs and walked out in the daylight to find a cab, it felt like his insides were being jostled about frenetically.

As if that wasn’t enough, his mind was an absolute mess. Thoughts of fear and panic and regret filled him with unease. Why was he going through with this? Why had he ever agreed to such ridiculous terms in the first place? And why did it have to be America, of all people?

But of course, he knew the answer to that.
Because France always knew just how to play on his fears and weaknesses.
Because France enjoyed the most twisted, perverse forms of humiliation. England had no doubt that one of France’s favorite hobbies was thinking of ways to make him absolutely miserable.

Even the taxi ride was unbearable. Not because the car was dirty, or because the blasted door almost closed on his fingers. No, it simply went by too quickly. Every moment seemed to pass before he had a chance to savor it properly. It felt as though he could see his freedom slipping away bit by bit with every familiar landmark they passed, knowing that they were fast approaching the site of his future imprisonment.

All too soon, he was standing in front of the house. Even the dark gray sky above seemed to reflect his melancholic disposition. As he walked forward, he felt like he was participating in a death march. He started humming a dirge in the back of his mind and froze in front of the door. His hand seemed to move of its own accord, shaking as it neared a small brown button. The cheerful ringing interrupted the melodramatic narrative in his mind and stuck in his ears, creating a steady buzz that only stopped when the door abruptly opened.

America looked far too cheerful considering the circumstances. He urged England inside with a friendly gesture, taking the small piece of luggage from his hands without being asked. The ringing in his head resumed when he stepped inside, covering up America’s eager chatter, allowing him to avoid the reality of what he was about to face. He wished he could just ignore America entirely. If he could find some way to filter out his house-mate for the next three days, then everything would be alright. As if that could ever be the case.

The chatter continued, and he felt obligated to respond, even though he hadn’t been listening to a single word. America paused and looked at him expectantly, so he nodded. This seemed to be enough, because America started talking again and led him into the living room. A familiar blond head was visible over the top of the couch, and he had the sudden urge to rush over and throttle that neck. Perhaps if he killed France, the wager would become void. Was murder an acceptable loophole?

Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly feel any worse, France turned around and made the most irritating sound of delight to accompany the disgustingly smug expression on his face.

“Angleterre. The man of the hour.” He made a show of setting down his coffee – which he’d probably requested on purpose – and standing up to greet England with a spectacular flourish. “Welcome to your destiny. Or should I say, welcome to your fate.”

England sneered. “Right. You can leave now.”

France laughed loudly at the suggestion. “How ignorant do you think I am? I have to see that you start it off properly. A wager is a wager.”

America was standing behind the couch, still holding England’s luggage and looking between the two of them in amusement.

Sweden/Finland, modern day relationship

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see badass metalhead!Finland and sweet geeky!Sweden in a relationship with each other and raising Sealand together in modern times. This can be domestic fluff, PWP, angst, drama, anything really.



Bonus: if they are legally married under Swedish law and Sweden now calls Finland his domestic partner.
Second Bonus: if Sweden rides a motorcycle

Any/all Nations, Waiter AU/Metaphor

[(Anonymous)]

whoops, anon fail

Waiters work together because they have to, but if push came to shove they'll look out for themselves/their own tables.

Kind of like nations, yeah?

NATIONS SERVING TABLES.
...invasions are when they steal tables from each other.

Bonus if the restaurant is named 'The World'.

Re: Any/all Nations, Waiter AU/Metaphor

[(Anonymous)]

I second~!

GerPru - Marriage Proposal

[(Anonymous)]

Ok! Ludwig proposes to Gilbert one day (in modern times) and Gilbert says yes! And it's all great buuut.. i wanna see the stressful part of weddings. The planning! I really wanna see Gilbert & Ludwig planning for their big day and all the squabbles with it! Example:

- Who wears the dress (and what colour haha)
- Who to invite
- Who's catering (france? italy?)

All that jazz! Just go wild! :D!

Bonus: Hungary's the Wedding Planner
Bonus 2: S.Italy is really for it b/c it means he won't see Ludwig around/It's not his brother
Bonus 3: England INISTS on catering

Re: GerPru - Marriage Proposal

[(Anonymous)]

lol seconded

America/Virginia, the Civil War breakup

[(Anonymous)]

Did you know? Virginia's flag (http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/usa/virginia/flag.htm) is a woman standing on a man's chest reading 'Sic Semper Tyrannis' (Thus Always to Tyrants!). But contrary to popular belief the flag was not made during the American Revolution ...

It was made during The Civil War.

Right! So I want the epic breakup of America and Virginia. She's the oldest, she was born when he was a toddler and they were best friends, but she's super-angry and America doesn't understand why.

BONUS: Genuine reasons for the Civil War are brought up.
BONUS 2: Virginia tries to take Ms. Maryland along when she leaves the house but America won't let her (Maryland was forcefully occupied to keep D.C.)
BONUS 3: Virginia huffily takes her half of D.C. (She never did give it back)!

Fem!Latvia/Sealand-Crush, fluff

[(Anonymous)]

Sealand has a cute crush on Fem!Latvia. Fluff ensues.

Bonus:Cute first kiss

Re: Fem!Latvia/Sealand-Crush, fluff

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, I second!
If I ever finish all my essays I might fill, actually...

Lithuania/America, domesticity

[(Anonymous)]

I just want America and Lithuania being good friends.

You can set it during Lithuania's outsourcing and they do chores together, or Lithuania sneaks a visit during the Cold War and America is righteously angry or just comforting, or modern day and they go eat together - anything at all!

I'd be especially happy if in the case of romance, Lithuania takes the 'lead'/somewhat embarrassed America because Liet is the older and more experienced one. (America is Liet's Hot Young Thing on the side, the other countries spread rumors, hurhurhur)

Filled here

[(Anonymous)]

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=82939362#t82939362

Hong Kong/ Iceland - First time sex

[(Anonymous)]

Anon's currently favourite pairing in Hetalia: The High School Boys Couple!!
Basically requesting for their smut :3
Bonus if Iceland bottoms!

Re: Hong Kong/ Iceland - First time sex

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED!!! <3

Fem!Philippines/Spain/Fem!Mexico- threesome

[(Anonymous)]

After getting a little tipsy one night together, the former colonies admit to having fantasies involving Spain. And like the good person he is, he makes their wishes come true.

Here's the twist, they are the ones rough with him. And he likes it. a lot.

Bonus: Romano walks in on them and joins "the fun".

America and England - Wetdreams & Frottage.

[(Anonymous)]

America and England are sharing a bed, for whatever reason the author wishes to give. Where the bed is, is also up to anon (eithers house, at a hotel due to a world meeting etc, i don't mind at all.) They aren't in a relationship. They do have feelings for one another, but they are choosing to ignore them/too scared to speak out/don't know how the other feels etc.

During the night they both end up having wet dreams about each other and wake up in the morning tangled in one anothers limps in a very sticky mess. I'd like to see how they both react to this in the morning and if it pushes them into confessing etc.

Details of each dream would be very much appreciated!!

Bonus 1 - They end up frotting each other in their sleep as their dreams progress.

Bonus 2 - One of them wakes up after their orgasm and witnesses the other in the midst of their dream and hears them saying their name.

And Then, And Then [1a/3]

[(Anonymous)]

{A/N: So I'm a horrible writer!anon (and anon in general). But here's the first part.}


In the end, I decided to blame everything on Stacy London and Clinton Kelly.

I mean, why not? If it wasn’t for them, their show, and a strangely well-timed spontaneous visit to England’s house in the middle of a What Not To Wear marathon, I wouldn’t have figured out that he liked it with the fire of a thousand dime novel heroines’ undying love for their rugged mountain men or counts or brigands or what have yous. Also, if it wasn’t for them and their impeccable fashion advice, I wouldn’t have gotten the perfect opportunity to take England on a random shopping trip around New York City, and we wouldn’t both be currently nodding off to an all weekend marathon of America’s Next Top Model on Oxygen (it was either that or The History of Sex on the History Channel, and I did not want to open that can of worms tonight).

Obviously, we’re both secretly middle-aged housewives. But that’s beside the point.

The point is that we were both in various states of half-asleep on the same bed, under the same covers, and I was going to have to try to spend the night calmly while doing absolutely nothing to let him in on the slightly maybe true thought that I maybe kind of liked him. Just a little bit. I mean, I did, and I did kind of want to jump in his pants sometimes (but only because he was kind of hot when he was being all moody and snappy and flustered), but… he was England. England didn’t like anybody, much less me. He was only staying with me at all because he was too cheap to buy a hotel room, and he was only on my bed ‘cause this was the only TV in my apartment that had all the color filters working properly, and I was only using him as a pillow because he was hogging all the good ones.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

Anyway. I was really trying to stay awake and keep my guest company like a decent host should do, but it was hard. I mean, it was after two in the morning, and I’d seen this cycle before when I was snowed in a few months ago, and England was humming in a distractingly soothing way. I wasn’t exactly touching him, since I’d taken the initiative to go the polite friend route and sleep between the sheet and the blanket while he was under both, but I was still kind of lying on his collarbone with his arm behind me. It was getting really hard to keep my eyes open.

I was in that weird plane of existence where you’re in the really slow process of falling asleep but not quite there yet when he asked me softly, “You awake, Alfred?” I jumped and groaned a little as the sound of his voice jerked me back to reality, but I didn’t open my eyes.

“Almost,” I mumbled into the oversized t-shirt I let him borrow, shifting a little to settle more comfortably against his side.

“I can give you one of my pillows if you want,” he offered, moving under me to reach behind him awkwardly with the arm that I wasn’t lying on, trying not to disrupt my position too much.

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s cool, this is fine,” I told him with a yawn.

He stiffened under me, and he might have stammered out an “O-okay, sure,” but I was too far gone to tell. I turned my body to match my head and fell asleep with a smile.

USUKUS - Nude Model

[(Anonymous)]

Nation A is a photographer doing his first nude shoot with Nation B as the model. I'd like Nation A to be unable to control his desires for Nation B during the shoot, and trying desperately to hide it from Nation B.

Either USUK or UKUS is fine with me. Smut is welcomed with confetti and more-than-open-hands. (So are multiple fills *gest shot*)

Bonus: The shoot is for the advertisement of a perfume. ('Bang' by Marc Jacobs, anyone?)

Re: USUKUS - Nude Model

[(Anonymous)]

Author Anon here apoligizes in advance for all editing mistakes, etc. This is also AU as it would be kinda hard to write them both as countries, IMO.

Arthur frowned into his camera as he tried to adjust the focus. For some reason, this bloody camera is not giving me a clear shot! He was so absorbed he didn't even notice his model come in the door, until said model was right in front of the camera, which chose that moment to focus into crystal-clarity.

Arthur gasped. The man in front of the lens was a model for a reason. He had seen his share of beautiful people as a photographer, but this boy was simply divine. He had better-than airbrush skin, curly carmel hair and eyes as captivating as the sky on a wildlife shoot. Delicious, lean muscles replaced the normal anorexic skinniness of most models. And he was naked.

Flushing, Arthur pretended to fiddle with the lens for a second or two more before looking up, doing his best to feign nonchalance. The model flashed him a smile like a newspaper-style flashbulb. "I'm Alfred. Nice to meet you!" he said, puppy-like enthusiam in his voice. That should not be so cute! It should be annoying! thought Arthur, forcing a grin onto his face.

"Arthur. Pleased to meet you too."
"Are you from England?"
"Indeed I am."
"Way cool, I'm from the US!"
"I noticed." This elicited a giggle from the tan boy. Alfred.

"Alright, the idea I'm going with here is that this set is very feminine, and you're here to man it up." said Arthur, gesturing at the pink background and hanging pink bubbles."Your cologne prop is over there."

When Alfred had gotten situated, he asked "What do you want me to start with." Bending over the camera, Arthur replied simply. "Be you, be signature, show me the magic." And magic there was.

The first pose was easy, a sexy classic. Alfred pulled one leg up to cover his groin while leaning back against the wall, holding the bottle up to make it look like he was chewing the backs of his fingers while holding it. Combined with a heavy-lidded stare and a flush from an unknown source, he was sinfully sexy. The clicks of the camera hid Arthur's heavy breaths and his blush. The pictures and poses flashed past; hands over his head, resting on his shoulders, braced on his knees as he slid to the ground. It was fantastic, just missing something. What could we not be getting?

"Rougher." murmured Arthur.
"Huh?" questioned his subject, tousling his hair.
"Make it look sexier, more rugged. You've got the body, now give me the oomph."
Later Arthur would regret saying that. At the time he stood and shed his coat, then unbuttoned the top two buttons on his designer shirt. Alfred grinned again, then leaned back against the wall. He bit his lip, and slid the bottle down to cover himself. The camera clicked once and then "Spread your legs."

"What?" came the stunned question. "What do you mean?"
Arthur flushed hard. "Move your legs apart is what it means. Angle your hips forward while you're at it. You won't get anywhere being modest." Alfred willingly complied, tilting his head back and head forward, legs wide open.

Flash. Snap. Flash. Snap. each sound reminded Arthur of the fact that while they were alone now, (he liked to do his lighting himself) he was permanently recording this statuesque body on film. He would have to ask for extra copies.


More smut to come! Later that is. Hope you enjoyed it!

LietPol- old married couple shenanigans

[(Anonymous)]

Just what it says on the tin. Lithuania and Poland are acting like the usual elderly old-married couple. You know- arguing over silly things, taking advantage of the fact that they know everything about each other, est.

Bonus if America comment about it to Lithuania, that tells him that, well, they ARE some sort of an old married couple and America suddenly realizing that Lithuania is sort more then twice older then him XD (Make Lithuania go all like any average grandpa and start an "ahhh, when I was young-" story will win you my love XD)

Re: LietPol- old married couple shenanigans

[(Anonymous)]

Just this morning, my parents were fighting over who used up the toilet paper in their bathroom. It got kind of annoying, until my brother said "you guys are acting like an old married couple - oh wait." And then everyone laughed and it wasn't really a problem anymore.

And it reminded me of this prompt. Which I might fill if I ever get the time (extremely busy with schoolwork), which is rather unlikely, so don't count on it. But I would really like to see this filled!