Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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Any/America/Any - transportation kink

[(Anonymous)]

America has a transportation kink.

To clarify: he gets aroused by any sexy person working on or operating a mode of transportation, such as a bike or a car or a boat or a plane. There's just something about a man/woman who knows his/her way around an animal or machine, completely in charge, and with a destination in mind, that turns him on like crazy. Mechanics, drivers, pilots, sailors...all fair game.

And god help you if you're on a horse. Or if you're an astronaut.

So, Nation A, whether purposefully or not, taps into America's kink, and taps it hard. America can't resist.

Any pairing, het or slash. Hell, you can genderbend if you'd like. Go nuts! Smut preferable, but not a requirement.

Bonus: Sex while riding said mode of transportation. (A horse wouldn't work there, though. I think.)

Untitled Micro!Art!Fill

[(Anonymous)]

This is.... Well, you mentioned being on a horse, and I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry, OP. Someone else please fill this for real. orz

http://i53.tinypic.com/20hakvt.jpg

America being a scene kid

[(Anonymous)]

Instead of the normal England being a punk, America being a scene kid at a concert and getting totally into it.

This includes bands like My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, Blink 182, Fall Out Boy, etc. with America wearing the band t-shirts, fingerless gloves, piercings, dyed hair, combat boots, skinny jeans, and/or anything else you can think of. Just looking and acting the alternative/scene part completely.

Bonus: America doesn't get drunk or high or anything, but gets so crazy into things that someone (preferably Canada or England) is called in to pick him up.

Super Bonus: America goes on a tirade about how scene is better than British punk, or alternatively, starts bitching about a band breaking up like it's the end of the world or something.

America and Canada's AU college adventure

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so this is what I want to see. Alfred and Matthew are twin brothers, and they've both been accepted to the same college. But they've ended up in different dorms and different classes, and over time they start to grow apart and find their own groups to hang out with.

But! Suddenly there's a crisis at the school. Maybe a certain group of students are starting to do terrible things on campus, or there's some serious bullying going on. Whatever it is, the two brothers are both caught up in the backlash from it somehow, and they have to team up in order to save the day.

Bonus: Anon's favorite pairings are America/Korea and Canada/Netherlands, so if you could work in one of those (or both, even) then that would be awesome.

New Bonds (1a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, so I've got the first part done here. This is going to be a loooooong fill, but I'll try my best to keep up with it. As long as I can get at least one part a week I think I'll be alright XD hopefully it's more often than that, but we'll see.

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Ten hours.

He had been stuck in this car, constantly prodded by his annoying brother, for ten whole hours.

Well no, that wasn’t completely accurate. They had left before five in the morning, so Alfred had slept through the first few hours of it. But even in sleep Alfred had been annoying, if the dried drool mark on Matthew’s shoulder was any indication. Alfred just didn’t understand that this side of the car was Matthew’s side, and that he shouldn’t poke him or shove him or fall asleep on his shoulder. And that didn’t even get into the issue of Alfred telling him terrible jokes or trying to get him to read some handout when he knew that Matthew got motion sickness.

Next time they were taking the van.

But thankfully the ten hours of pure torture was at an end. Matthew could barely contain his excitement as the car pulled into the parking spot out in front of the administration building. His brother Alfred seemed to share the sentiment, as he didn’t even wait for the engine to turn off before opening his door and hopping out of the car. “Whoo,” Alfred said in excitement as he held his hands up in the air, “Finally, we’re here!”

Matthew, the more reserved of the two brothers, was able to climb out of the car without such an exaggerated display. He was able to calmly close his own door and then go around and close Alfred’s as well (as Alfred had, in a rush to get to the steps first, left his door open). Their mother noticed this with a start, though, and she frowned slightly as she said, “Alfred, don’t leave your brother to take care of your things.”

“It’s fine, Matty’s got it,” Alfred said, missing the point as usual. Their mother didn’t pursue the point father than that, also as usual.

But Alfred did do at least one helpful thing: once he got to the top of the small set of stairs, he held the door open for everyone else. Their father and mother walked up to the administrative building at a normal pace, but Matthew trailed behind them a bit, taking in the sights of the trees around them as he walked up the short path from the parking lot to the front steps. This campus really was beautiful. It was only late August, barely a week before the beginning of September, but already Matthew could appreciate the beauty of the scattering of trees and winding walkways that made up the bulk of the footpaths on this college campus. He could only imagine how colorful everything would be in just a few short weeks, when the leaves changed color along with the season’s transition.

But Matthew didn’t have much time to appreciate the shade that the full green leaves of the various oak, maple, and ash trees, as soon his brother was calling out, “C’mon, you’re holding us up!” That broke Matthew’s trance, and he blinked before realizing that everyone else was already inside. He would take time to see more of the campus later: right now there was work to be done.

Matthew took the stairs two at a time, trying to catch up to everyone else. Alfred held the door until Matthew stepped in, and they walked alongside each other as he said, “You know, you can’t have your head in the clouds all day like you did back home. We’re in college now. That means we’ve gotta take care of ourselves AND keep our grades up.”

“I’ll be alright,” Matthew said, more trying to reassure himself than his brother. It was a daunting thought, after all: after being taken care of for eighteen years, now they had to take care of themselves. Sure, they still had each other, but mom and dad wouldn’t be there to bail them out of trouble if anything happened. They would have to solve their own problems. Alfred already took care of himself pretty well, but Matthew was very much a mama’s boy and was a little scared of going it alone. He just had to stay calm and breathe, and he would be alright. Or so he hoped.

France/Canada - inspired in Grey's Anatomy

[(Anonymous)]

I would love something like this scene of Grey's Anatomy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9Lb8gSaxsY
Obviously with France=Mark Sloan and Canada=Lexie Grey ~ and the whole "I BROKE IT!" thing . It can be an AU or just taking the idea of Canada breaking "it" accidentally .

Re: France/Canada - inspired in Grey's Anatomy

[(Anonymous)]

FFFT SECONDING

Germany/Prussia, reunification of Germany

[(Anonymous)]

In my headcanon, Prussia becomes East Germany after Prussia is dissolved. Which is all fine and dandy, until the Berlin Wall falls and Germany is reunified.

I would like to see a fic where the reunification of Germany is a marriage between Germany and Prussia, and both of them together (as husband and...husband) are the personifications of Germany.

Re: Germany/Prussia, reunification of Germany

[(Anonymous)]

DGFJSKGLDGGHGDF. NEED LIKE BURNING <3

NOBODY SAW THAT DEANON. GOSH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. SECOND TIME TONIGHT "OTL

OMG! There are TWO RUSSIAS !

[(Anonymous)]

After the Baltic countries leave him, Russia meets with someone who looks like him but has a complete different personality. When they introduce each other they both call each other with the same name "Ivan Braginski". After having a conversation,it turns out that Russia was really talking to himself. The man he was looking at was a kind and friendly part of himself. A part that he had suppressed for a long time and who now magically broke free and even gained the body of his own. Russia doesn't like it one bit that there are two of him and he commands the "fake" Russia to go where he had come from but it turns out that the "fake" Russia doesn't know how to do that nor does he really want to do that. Without really thinking the real Russia agrees to "fake" Russia's suggestion on messing and pranking with the other countries.
It's fun until the real Russia realizes that the "fake" Russia is showing interest in one of the Baltics and trying to woo him.

Bonus: If the Baltic is Estonia(I can't help it, I'm obsessed with him!) or the second choice acceptable could be Lithuania ...

Re: OMG! There are TWO RUSSIAS !

[(Anonymous)]

Bwahaha. That's funny. Russia fucking with himself...

Reminds me of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKh3-sS96s4

Nations In Edger Allan Poe Stories

[(Anonymous)]

I would love to see any/all nations involved in things from Edger Allan Poe stories. Couples don't have to be involved but I have a weakness for UsUk and I'll go for any pairings except FrUk.

Bonus1: Somehow using the poem "The raven" with Englands loss of Colony!America
Bonus2: Nations in a situation similar to "Masque of The Red Death"
Bonus3: Pirate!England in "A Desent into the Maelstrom"


Captcha: Emovill , XD OP is not emo for liking Poe I swear!

The Raven and the Rattler [1/3]

[(Anonymous)]

Why am I doing this? I have other fills to complete…Damn my love of Poe!

England was drunk.

That seemed a harsh way of putting it, but he was. He was drunk and lonely and miserable, hiding here in the darkened nook of his private library, lit only by a weak and flickering fire in the hearth. The place should have been familiar to him, comforting. Here, he was surrounded by the familiar tomes of his personal collection, the beautifully illuminated volumes that bound his most stunning literature, most haunting spells and most brilliant moments of history into a solid and concrete form.

But there was no comfort to be found among the shelves tonight, nothing that could distract him from the aching emptiness of his loss, of three years spent across the sea in vain, struggling against the fury a force that should have crumpled before him only to be beaten down and lose the thing he’d clung to all along.

America…

The name shuddered through his mind like a musket ball. England let his glass fall from his hands, never minding how its dark contents stained the carpet below; the book he’d desperately tried to distract himself with soon followed. He leaned back in his chair, pressed his hands across his face and tried to force himself to sleep, so he would no longer be able to dwell.

Sleep would not come. Instead, he fancied he heard a visitor – perhaps a servant or some busy-body minister – rapping upon his chamber door.

England closed his eyes and ignored the sound. His ears craned for something else to hear and caught the fluttering of his curtains about the window frame. The wind beyond must be growing quite strong now, to force its way through the window’s lingering cracks. Perhaps a storm was brewing; perhaps it was bringing snow. It did not matter. He had a good fire, a good home, a good drink. He could weather any storm, any war, now that he was home.

The rapping came again upon his chamber door. The visitor, whoever they might be, was frustrating persistent. England rose, resigned, and made his way to the door. “My apologies,” he called as he undid the heavy latch, “but I was nearly sleeping when you arrived and almost thought your knocking was nothing more than a dream…”

With this, he opened wide the door. Yet, the hall beyond was empty; only darkness waited there.

England stood a moment, beneath the arch of his chamber door, and searched; but there was no more there than ever before. A cold wind howled through his ancient and lonely estate and, for a moment, he almost fancied he heard a child’s laughter echoing from further in.

“America,” he whispered, unable to stop the firing of the word.

“America,” said the darkness in return.

Gilbert/Anyone - Superglue

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, this is one weird request, so bare with me.
Prussia, in a spur of the moment, "this sounded like a good idea at the time" idea decides to put superglue on the end of his dick.
When another country blows him, they get stuck. What happens after is up to anon writing it.

Crack preferred.

[(Anonymous)]

_{Captcha is "weed whisla", so have Prussia/Netherlands just... Because. There is really no other reason for it besides that captcha.}

It had seemed a good idea at the time. Now, Prussia wasn't even sure what he had been thinking. Of, course, he had been thinking something awesome, no doubt about it, but, looking back, perhaps it wasn't quite the magnitude of awesome he had been hoping for. It had seemed awesome to the stars and beyond then, but now? Now it seemed kinda down there with the worms.

He had seen the bottle of super glue, he had know what it was, and he decided to smear it all over his dick. Mm-hm. Must've been the weed. Or maybe the beer. Or maybe both. Or whatever else he'd taken. Maybe he'd thought it was lube. At this point, he wasn't even sure anymore. But having now been stuck like this for about fifteen minutes, he could feel lucidity just rushing into his mind like a firebolt, clearing away all the dust and cobwebs.

He looks down at Holland, somewhat apologetically. "Sorry, dude, didn't think anything like this'd happen. It'll prob'ly get unstuck eventually" He pats the other man on the head, as he'd pat a rabbit or owl or... Any cute animal, really. Prussia decides he likes the idea of Holland as a rabbit. Absentmindedly, he begins playing with Holland's hair, shaping it into two bunny ears as best he can, humming a tune (though so badly as to be unrecognizable), ignoring the discomfort he is otherwise feeling. Holland tries to stop Prussia's hair molestation, tries to get him to focus the much more important task at hand, but his efforts yield no result.

Finally, Prussia, finished with his playing, decides he might as well try to fix the situation. "So, anything ya want me ta do?"

"'us' ge' i' ou' o' 'y 'ou'h!"

"Hmm, well, can't really understand whatcher sayin', so I guess I'll try. Well, let's see... Oh yeah! I remember that one guy Austria had! Um... Para-whatsit? Para...Chopin? Oh well, something like that. Anyways, 'like cures like', so let's try that!" Prussia picks of the bottle of super glue, puts a drop on his finger, and tries to get it in Holland's mouth.

Not a good idea. His finger sticks, immobilizing him even further.

"Uh-oh..." He thinks hard over what to do next. He finally decides on the best course of action.

"GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

<sub>Hooray for random Harry Potter references~ Anon has not yet seen the movie, although anon will probably see it next weekend, despite hearing it's not so good. Regardless, anon is in a somewhat Harry Potter-ish mood.

Also, Paracelsus was a Renaissance era doctor from Salzburg, who based his medicine on "like cures like", as in, giving patients the same thing they were poisoned with in hopes of curing them. Apparently it actually worked, to some extent, but not too many people seemed to have faith in him. I think this just proves how many cobwebs are still present in Prussia's head. (We were learning about Paracelsus in AP Euro the other day, so... Yeah. Anon just wrote whatever came to Anon's head, meaning this fill is quite random. And Holland really should have done more, but, well, what exactly do you expect him to do?)

Hopefully someone out there enjoys this, despite its fail :"D</sub>

Greece/Japan+Turkey - Acceptance of a relationship

[(Anonymous)]

One day, Japan finally sits Turkey down and explains that yes, he and Greece are in a relationship; and no he is definitely not brainwashed.

So Turkey decides that (even if he really, really doesn't want to), he'll try to be civil to Greece, if only for Japan's sake.

Acceptance 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

He had told Greece that he would take care it himself, so it would not have to come to blows again. Turkey of course, could provoke the worst of anger in Greece, so any talks by him would turn to taunting, and then a full out fight again. No, that was not the answer.

So he invited Turkey to stay for a weekend.

Turkey was leaning against the window, looking out. Japan had to admit that he was a handsome man in a rugged way. He reminded Japan of the sorts of bad-boy boyfriends in Boy's love and Shoujo, often where a bandit would kidnap a princess, and they would fall in love after many chapters of the tsundere princess rejecting the bandit's teasing.

But life wasn't like a manga, and he'd fallen in love with a gentle one, the kind in stories who always were the runner up, and who Japan always secretly rooted for. Turkey looked just as self-assured as ever, even cocky, and he'd been in a good mood ever since Japan had met him at the airport. He felt disappointed inside that he would have to break that good mood so thoroughly.

Turkey brought in his luggage, just a small carry on of clothes and assorted things, and put it in the spare bedroom. Japan made tea, thinking again over what he would say.

"You wanted to talk to me, right?" Turkey said with a grin. "You had somethin' to tell me like? Finally come to your senses?"

"Please sit down, Turkey-san."

Japan was solemn. He poured out the tea, and blew on it. Turkey complied, frowning in confusion.

"You see, Turkey-san....I value you very much as a friend. I wish to keep that friendship, but I have embarked on a relationship and must humbly, and many apologies, reject your feelings.I hope you can understand."

"Wait, you're saying that you're not confessin' to me? You said you were gonna tell me somethin' important...."

'That time when you helped Greece during that earthquake....it gave me hope that one day you both could reconcile your differences. I hope we all still can be friendly, despite the way things have turned out," Japan said.

The mask remained on, obscuring his expression. "So the old bastard finally bested me, eh?" Turkey laughed, but it seemed forced. Japan expected anger and violence. He expected Turkey to punch the wall, break things, but he did neither.

"Sometimes these things just happen when we expect them to the least," Japan said, as if he were explaining a tragedy. He was subtly apologetic in his own detached, restrained way. Japan folded his hands in his lap, entwining them together. It would be best to not touch Turkey, something he rarely did except to his closest friends. He might send the wrong message, and that was the last thing he wanted.

It was already a difficult enough matter as it was.

His tea sat, slowly cooling. Turkey's tea was ignored as well. Turkey clenched his fist, shaking with rage and untold other mixes of emotion.

"As long as you hold on to your feelings towards me, you'll never realize who really loves you," Japan said. "It blinds you to the obvious."

Turkey seemed to pause a moment. He took off his mask, and set it by the tea.

"Someone else...loves me?" Turkey said.

Japan nodded.

Turkey shook his head. "I just– I need a moment. I don't wanna be breakin' shit in front of you and scarin' you and makin' you think I'm some kind of monster."

"Please take as long as you need," Japan said. He had nothing to make it better. He wasn't sorry for rejecting Turkey, only sorry that it had come to this, that it hadn't faded or Turkey hadn't otherwise gotten his subtly hintings.

He did not worry that any criminals, muggers or Yakuza would hurt Turkey. If they tried, he pitied them, especially in this state.

any/all-- erogenous zones

[(Anonymous)]

Many nations have their own ero. Zones (curls, cowlicks, eyebrows). It seems to be a secret for the most part and the nations are careful not to reveal it...only somehow it does get revealed and...some form of chaos ensues. You don't have to write the scenes when its revealed if you do not want to but I'd like to see the chaos obviously. Like other nations constantly teasing cowlicks, curls, etc once they know that certain nations stop talking/being annoying what their there for. Really go any way you want with this! OCs are okay to add :)

Bonus 1- Some nations who don't look like they have these (russia, prussia, hungary, etc) actually do but they them well hidden, somehow.

Playing...Handsies? (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

sorry this is kind of...eughdfsdf. I wrote this all at once because ahhh I'm bored. Someone else can fill this if they want, though, because mine isn't all too great.

Spain was hardly as dense as he showed on the outside. It was his innocence and obliviousness which allowed him to get away with virtually anything (unless it was concerning Romano).

Today, however, he was going to take up something that would be extremely difficult. One of his old partners was oh so fun to torture he could not hardly pass up an opportunity like this. After much investigating and painful experimentation with Romano and Veneciano's odd little hair curls, Spain had come to the conclusion they were erogenous zones.

It was a ingenious revelation, okay.

After much more investigating, Spain realised that other nations also had them- the dangerous little hair curls, not erogenous zones. He then made it a mission to pull everyone's! However, not all of them had the same effect.

With the United States, the blonde had just looked at him and exclaimed, "Don't pull on Nantucket! It hurts!" and smacked his hands away. After a vicious puppy-dog-eyes attack, he apologised and patted his head, sending him off. Taiwan also had one, and he has received the reaction he wanted! The girl got all wide, watery eyed and turned bright red, her knees buckling as she let out a squeak. Then China appeared and hit him over the head with a wok. It hurt.

He went back to Europe after being groped by South Korea for pulling on Seoul. The little face in it was kind of terrifying. In Scandinavia, he found Norway found a curl, but his appeared to be floating off his head. He snuck up on the blonde and pulled it, grinning like a mad man. He got an elbow to the face.

In a kind of two-birds-with-one-stone kind of act, Spain ambushed Turkey and Greece, pulling their identical curls at once. Turkey kind of winced and shrugged, but Greece yelped loud and flailed. No blush, though. There was also this other guy with a bouncy, loopy curl. But he did not know who it was, so he left them alone.

The only one left was his ex-wife, Austria. He had been avoiding the aristocrat for obvious reasons. He was unsure of how to react if the brunette's Mariazel was indeed an erogenous zone. So as he snuck into Austria's home he considered every single repercussion he could think of. This last part of his mission, he realised, was going to be interesting, because Austria knew he was not as innocent as he pretended to be.

Russia/Israel, bonding over communism

[(Anonymous)]

When Russia is new to communism Israel gets fascinated by the concept too and happy Russia got more friendly towards him/her. But it ends in an unpleasant breakup as Stalin becomes Russia's boss, Russia becomes even more paranoid and Israel begins to see the writing on the wall.

Russia/America- be mine, da?

[(Anonymous)]

http://wingedchronicles.deviantart.com/favourites/#/d2x25er

Im going off the title of the fic which is you'll be mine and although the picture is set in the cold war whoever fills this can set it anywhere. I would just love if something based off this picture is written. It can be lolz or dark or whatever although I would prefer no crack.

Re: Russia/America- be mine, da? op

[(Anonymous)]

umm it doesn't have to be RussiaXAmerica the mine thing can be talking of something else (i just realized this...) or turn into a noncon.

America- switching

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by fill exhaustion
America is taking his job seriously but its really tiring him out. He gets little help because other nations are busy with their own things, he doesn’t want to seem weak (superpower), others expect him to be strong, grudges etc
Nation A that’s more liked/less noticed/ less powerful/ hates America or Alfred switches places with the superpower and is unprepared with all the work normally lazy/childish America actually (tries ) has to do.

Bonus 1- The nation that holds grudges and or is switched is someone unexpected like passive aggressive Canada who when switched are thrilled to finally get attention. Whether this thrill lasts up to anon…

Bonus 2- America becomes human and sees the differences between a humans stressful life and a nation. Up to anon but may I suggest college student or politican?

Bonus 3- People/nations forget how young America really is so when he does try to have fun they tell him to ‘grow up.’

When they switch they don’t have to actually switch bodies (example nation A looks the same but to everyone else nation A is no longer nation A and is now America despite them not looking like Alfred…and if Al becomes human/switches too the people around him act like his always been there.)

Re: America- switching

[(Anonymous)]

...Seconding....



This strangely reminds me of the DevilxAmerica fic i was reading.....o_o;; like maybe you'd like it. Canada takes America's spot, gets all stressed out over it. And America is all human ish. XD

Spain/Romano -- First Time

[(Anonymous)]

Anon wants to see Spain & Romano as high school kids, having their first time together!
Make it slow, cute and fluffy please.. And remember that they are young, so comments like: "Oh no! You can't leave a mark, daddy will see it!" is highly appreciated .

Insecure Lovi is always welcome, as long as he is bottom.
How old they are is up to the author, but please don't make them not younger than 16.

Bonus 1: Antonio has researched about anal sex.. A lot.. :P
About "how to find the prostate" etc.
Bonus 2: Both thinks the other has had sex before, but neither actually has.

Re: Spain/Romano -- First Time

[(Anonymous)]

UNFF.
Seconded so hard.

Russia/America - Necking

[(Anonymous)]

Russia is terribly self conscious of the scars on his neck which is why he never removes his scarf even during sex. Insert America necking Russia like no tomorrow to prove that there is nothing to be shy about and in fact he likes said scars and Russia being ridiculously turned on by it.

SECONDING

[(Anonymous)]

...because the idea of Russia having scars on his neck is strangely a turn-on for me....and having america there...well that's equivalent to an orgasm. ;)

Spain/Romano - Aladdin

[(Anonymous)]

As the title says! :'D As far as cast goes, I would like Spain to be Aladdin and Romano to be Jasmine; for the Sultan to be Rome and England to be Jafar C: The NPCS like the guards and everything can be characters too :'D

....The Genie calls to me as one of the Bad Touch Trio, but do what you please! C8

/lame request

Anyone/China - Scar Fetish

[(Anonymous)]

Since it seems that the scar on China's back is not necessarily well known to other nations, I would like to see a story where China is hiding his scar due to being self-conscious. Cue Nation A finding out about it, and luckily enough, Nation A is incredibly turned on by scars.

It can be anyone (except Japan for obvious reasons) though anon does admit to loving Russia/China. However, if you would like to work with a different pair I would love that just as much.

Re: Anyone/China - Scar Fetish

[(Anonymous)]

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=66385748#t66385748

UKUS- finding out their secret

[(Anonymous)]

There are a bunch of awesome fills where England has complete control over America in a /dark/ way where it seems unhealthy. Cue a nation walking in on them and realizing who really has the power in the relationship and how dark it actually is. Like the nation(s) walking in a the middle of something that looks like its about to turn dub-con or where America is serving England but gets neglected. Any scene is fine and they can just be over hearing a conversation that sounds dark with no sex. Tweak things as you wish anons~


Bonuses:
England is the one always viewed as the nation with the shorter end of the stick in the relationship and people pity him because of this despite his temper.

This is found out during a meeting. Especially if the nation(s) walk in when America is begging asking something of England like to take the vibrator out and to please just let him cum he needs to pay attention to help his boss etc

Nation(s) are France, Canada, and or Russia ...not really a bonus though because I'd be glad with whoever you guys choose and however it ends is fine by me (as in do they try to help or do they try joining in...)

Any Nation - "The Call of Cthulhu"

[(Anonymous)]

Anything based on Lovecraft's "The Call of Cthulu". I'd prefer something based on the darker, more psychological side, but strait out horror or a more defiant take on Lovecraft's themes would also be love.

Bonus- the main character is either Denmark or England, just because I'm in a mood for those two this week but I'd really be fine with anything.

Re: Any Nation - "The Call of Cthulhu"

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded like... something that gets seconded hard.

I vote for England because a)he lived in New England and b) he was a furious Anglophile.

DAT ASS TRIO

[(Anonymous)]

I want some Prussia and France admiring Spain's ass in bed.......


and as 'in bed' I mean teh smex. Because, hellooo those 3 HAVE to be 'friends with benefits'.



Some major ass worship here plzz <3

Re: DAT ASS TRIO

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. YES

Anyone and everyone/Denmark - god-tier blowjobs

[(Anonymous)]

In his design notes, Himaruya mentioned that Denmark has drooping eyes and a big mouth. Let's put that mouth to work, shall we?

Denmark gives really, really awesome head. Singles, doubles, quickies, denial, teasing, deep-throating, this guy can do it all. And everyone knows it. So when the need is there, Denmark inevitably finds someone banging on his door for a good blow.

The catch? There is no catch. Denmark loves it and doesn't mind it a bit. He digs the attention and hey, a little oral fixation never hurt anyone.

BONUS: Sweden, Netherlands, or Germany is hung like a porn star and nobody else can get them off like Denmark can.

Loose 1/7

[(Anonymous)]

fix·a·tion - noun - \fik-ˈsā-shən\

Definition of FIXATION:

The act, process, or result of fixing, fixating, or becoming fixated: as

a: a persistent concentration of libidinal energies upon objects characteristic of psychosexual stages of development preceding the genital stage

b: stereotyped behavior (as in response to frustration)

c: an obsessive or unhealthy preoccupation or attachment

--

Denmark has always been a man of many talents.

He can consume alcohol at the speed of light, for example, and he’s pretty sure no one can bust heads like he does. He can build things (much better than Sweden) and he can blow through crossword puzzles faster than Prussia can download internet porn. He can keep a tight budget, take care of his people, and fold the perfect paper airplane.

He also has this trick he’s pretty proud of.

He usually breaks it out at parties when everyone is too drunk to remember that they’ve seen it a million times, waving over their attention and standing on a chair so that they can all see him do it. He uses whatever is handy; usually a banana or something similarly shaped, and makes a show of cramming it into his mouth, holding onto the end with two fingers, taking a bow when they all “ooh” and “aah”. (Which they do, it’s just usually sounds like unrelated conversation or someone yelling for more beer.)

He can’t remember ever having a gag reflex, which certainly puts that whole “choking on a potato” theory to rest in his opinion. It occasionally makes getting sick annoying, but for the most part, it’s done him nothing but good, garnering him tasteful golf claps at public gatherings and a lot of free bananas.

It also works well with his second biggest talent: having not an ounce of shame in his entire body.

Maybe it’s because he sucked his thumb until he was a teenager or maybe because Ancient Scandinavia dropped a shield on his head during a trade run when he was a baby, but he’s always had a weird compulsion to have something in his mouth. Gum, cigarettes, bottle caps, pens, he always needs something to be there, otherwise he just feels awkward and naked, like something’s missing. Half the time, he isn’t even aware of his absent chewing or sucking until he’s hacking up bits of plastic or someone is making a disgusted comment about him biting his nails and he has to sit on his hands to keep from nibbling away at his fingers. It doesn’t help either that he was graced with luscious, sensitive lips. Putting stuff in his mouth just happens to feel good, no matter how often someone smacks his wrist when he makes a grab for a government branded pen.

Which isn’t to say that the others disapprove of his habit. Quite the opposite, really.

As it turns out, it boils down quite simply:

No gag reflex + inherent need for something in his mouth + desperate attention whore = Denmark being very, very popular.

Not that they don’t also love him for his charming good looks and dazzling personality.

Prussia/Germany Fucking in front of a mirror

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As title says, Prussia fucks Germany in front of a mirror or a wall of mirrors or a whole room of mirror, whichever you can work in, and Prussia happily urges Germany to look into the mirror while Germany being extremely embarrassed for being completely wanton and slutty.

Let it be no angst though, I want them to really love each other and this is not some hatesex.

SECONDED...

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...because this is too awesome not too.

Any nation, Nation-tans' origins (headcanon)

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Nation-tans are born in normal human families (either peasant or royal, it's up to AA), but, as they're nations, they grow up realy slow compared to humans, during wars stigmata appear on their bodies, and they're generally considered social outcasts, sometimes either evil or heaven-sent. They end up being abandoned (or the parents simply die when they're still little children) and have to be taken care of either by each other or other people. Whether they remember their original parents or where they come from is also up to AA.
Anon would love see a story based on this headcanon, pairings as welcome Anon has a FrUK bias btw

bonus: preferably one of the FACE family nations or some European nation.

Children of Lonliness 1/2

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So it’s China, not a European country but this idea hit me and I had to write it. I hope OP likes it.

He never was an ordinary child.

It was not that he was the only of his brothers and sisters to live past infancy that made him strange. No, children died so often then that was hardly unusual.

And it wasn’t that he was the last child born of his mother that made him strange either, even if she seemed awfully young.

Actually, the first few years of his life all seemed normal. He grew well and toddled around like other children, oblivious and happy, mimicking his parent’s expressions, especially his mother’s smiles.

The strange thing was, he never seemed to speak. He was a silent child, and even when he cried the only noise were his gasps of air. His mother worried her child, her only son was defective. It made her weep, but she dared not tell anyone, hiding this fact out of shame.

Then things got stranger. Five winters after his birth he seemed to cease growing. At first she worried he was unwell. Then she worried he was cursed. But the child acted just fine. He would still toddle around their small farm, petting the dogs and pigs, smiling at villagers that passed by. But he never spoke, never grew.

At night his mother would look at him, petting his dark hair, chanting quietly to him. “Please grow, my child,” she would whisper. “Please grow, my little Yao.”

He did not grow despite her prayers, and she hid him away in shame. After he had lived 10 winters he finally spoke though.

“Mother?” he asked her one night before he went to sleep. “Mother? I am not like the others, am I Mother?”

She started weeping, so he refused to speak for another month.

Then one rather unimportant day he spoke again. “Mother,” he said. “Mother, I am in so much pain. Why do they have to hurt me mother?”

“Who is hurting you my child?” she asked him.

“The people fighting Mother. They are hurting, and it hurts me. Why Mother?”

It wasn’t until the next day his mother heard about the battle not far away. That was when she knew her child was not cursed.

But when she brought him forward as a deity in human form he would not smile. “I don’t want to be a god,” he had said, but no one heard him.

Poland/France guilt/comfort sex

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France sees Poland's world war II scars and feels guilty.

Bonus, if Poland has swastika scar on his back

Combining this with another fill, if OP doesn't mind...

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Had a total brainstorm...

Austria/Australia

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Austria and Australia - they're confused with each other so often that one day they just gave in and went with it.

Yes, Anon wants the crack ;D

Seconded <3

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This is relevant to my interests.