Hetalia kink meme (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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FrUK - whipped cream; food!sex
(Anonymous) 2010-10-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)Don't do it with English cooking!
(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 11:12 am (UTC)(link)I'm sorry, i will write to the mods and beg them to delete it >.<
Second try right here:
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When France woke up this morning, the immediately knew something was wrong.
First of all, the warm body usually lying next to him was gone, which was a pity, because he enjoyed watching England drool and sometimes murmuring his name in his sleep. France would stay in bed for a few minutes, trying to talk his sleeping boyfriend into doing things he would clearly say no to, when fully awake. In fact, one could have whole conversations with the sleeping England. Unfortunately, he tended “not to remember them” once he awoke from his dream world full of unicorns and rainbows. Though, France thought, that wasn’t true either, because England never awoke from his dream of a world full of unicorns and other mystical creatures.
Turning his body around, so he could spend the rest of the morning on Englands bedside, where his boyfriends body heat still radiated in the sheets, France contently took a noseful of that smell which Arthur denied having but was having anyways and Francis loved to tease him by sniffling and nuzzling on him. Today, however, that was a very bad idea, because what he smelt wasn’t England at all, though definitely a very English smell…
Alarmed, he jumped out of bed, noticing, much to his dismay, that the smell already hung thick in the air, now accompanied by the sound of kitchen utensils that weren’t handled with enough love.
Francis absently slipped into a pair of pants England wore for sleeping and which he found hanging over a chair, trying not to think about the fashion crime he was committing in doing so, and ran down the stairs to where the smell grew stronger.
Halfway down the stairs he stopped the running because by the looks of it, it was all too late.
Arthur stood in front of the stove, wearing Francis’ yellow apron that was now ruined because he would never get out the smell or those holes where the poison cooking was eating through the fabric. He shed a silent tear for it.
The table was already set with a bunch of toast, butter and jam. At least that didn’t look very dangerous. The stuff England was cooking in the pan however, definitely did.
“Hey, you’re awake”, Arthur said, when he heard Francis’ footsteps coming down the stairs. He shot him a smile over his shoulder, before turning back to the disaster in front of him. “I cooked!”
“I can see that”, Francis replied huskily. He was taken aback by how oddly cute England looked, standing in the kitchen with an apron and greeting him with a smile. England never looked cute. Ever.
“And what did I do to deserve that?”
It was his own fault for not wanting to make it sound like an insult, that Arthur took this the wrong way.
“Can’t a man cook breakfast for his boyfriend once, just because?”, he replied, a look of pure innocence and goodwill on his face. Francis felt his heart melt and bumping of joy at the same time.
Then he remembered that smell nobody would want to be troubled with in the morning.
First, he decided, he needed to find out, what it was.
Making his way over to Arthur and hugging him from behind, he risked to peek over his boyfriends shoulder to examine the disaster.
What he saw made him want to puke right into the abused frying pan. It wouldn’t have made a big difference anyways. Probably would have given it a little spice, even. Yes, Francis was sure, that digested French cuisine still tasted better than English cooking.
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(Anonymous) 2010-10-18 11:14 am (UTC)(link)“White beans and tomato sauce”, England said, almost sounding a bit proud. “It’s delicious!”
France could only give a very small fake laugh, before his voice broke. He buried his nose in the nape of Arthurs neck to escape the smell, but it was in vain.
“Wow, you’re affectionate today.” Arthur gave him another smile. “Didn’t expect me to do something so nice?”
“Hm… yeah. I really didn’t expect that”, Francis replied. Again, it wasn’t meant nicely but he still earned himself a peck on the lips. Trying to distract himself from the disaster, he stole a longer kiss from his boyfriend, who eagerly replied.
Oh non. Oh merde! There was no way he could tell Arthur that they would have to throw that stuff away. Not when their relationship that usually consisted of quarreling and insulting each other would give him a morning like this.
Arthurs hand, that rested on his bare stomach, suddenly retreated to grasp the handle of the frying pan, saving the mess from burning to ashes. Francis cursed under his breath.
“Ugh, you’re distracting me”, England said. “You better not, or else you won’t be able to enjoy my niceness after all.”
France didn’t reply to that. Instead, he had noticed some other stuff randomly lying around, not helping the sick feeling in his belly.
“And what is that thing over there?”, he murmured, pointing at a glass that was filled with some red pulp. “Tomatoes.”
Francis almost chocked when he tried to sell the hysterical laugh as a cough. “It doesn’t look like you could eat them anymore.”
“Of course you can. That’s the whole point in pickling them, now isn’t it?”
Luckily, Arthur wasn’t able to see the horrified look on Francis’ face but only heard him muffling “…eat?”
“Yes. They’re delicious on toast.”
This time, France really had to keep himself from puking into the frying pan.
“You’re still distracting me”, England pointed out, when France didn’t retreat at all but instead held on to him as if his life depended on it. “Let go of me!”
France didn’t even consider it for one second. He had to somehow prevent that breakfast from happening without breaking the mood. Not an easy task, but he had a faint idea how to do it.
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authoranon is sorry for this not-quite-fitting-fill and promises, that there will be whipped cream at some point. The food-sex request just made me think of English cooking... and I had to give it a try. Erm... following chapter will mostly consist of fail!sex >.< Hope you don't mind, OP. I also hope, there will be a second fill that fits the request better than mine.
Oh yeah - the baked beans? Don't ask why England is using a frying pan for that xD I just see him as a terrible cook that can't even do his own dishes right :P
Also, I'm sorry if my English is too much fail.
Next chapter will follow as soon as I get to write it..
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