hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 22

Unlike the other requests where they are humans thinking that they are nations they really are nations. They just got the wrong attention of some people and were placed in the asylums. Meaning that for some countries the nation isn’t there and is in an asylum fighting for their sanity.

I would love you if its either Germany, America, or Russia but I am open to any of the nations if those aren't your favorites..

Would OP mind if I did a really cracky fill for England?

...I realize you're probably looking for something serious, but I had an idea and wondered if you'd mind.

Sure, by all means!

In truth I need something to laugh at, this day had been not so great.

_{I apologize in advance for the abuse to the good names of the characters (especially Hungary) and all OOC-ness arising from said abuse (and also modifying names to convert them into English nobles).

Also, imagine them speaking in excessively prissy, high class sounding accents.}

Sometime in the mid 1700s

“Oh, my, just look at all the poor savages. Such a shame they’re all mad. Some of them look quite… Normal, I suppose. Really, this is quite entertaining, to see all these madmen.” Elizabeth, Lady Edelstein, clung daintily to my lord Edelstein’s sleeve, gently fluttering her fan. “But truly, the smell is quite disgusting. This place needs some agreeable perfume to disguise the natural tendencies of the inhabitants.”

Roderick, Lord Edelstein, gently pulled his wife on. “Yes, my dear, as you say. Perhaps we can make a donation of perfumed sachets for the hospital to mask the stench. Now, what do you say of that one?” Lord Edelstein pointed to one of the patients, a young man with mussed, sandy locks and striking green eyes.

“He’s even writing!” Lady Edelstein gasped elegantly. “I never conceived of the notion that any of the creatures could do something so intelligent! What madness do you suppose is his fate, my lord?”

At this attention, the young man looked directly at them. “I am England. I am certainly not mad, ‘though you probably think me so for saying that alone. However, I represent all the people of the country, including you.” This said, he returned to his letter, an expression of wry amusement on his face.

Lady Edelstein nodded her head sagely. “Mad indeed, my lord. Just the thought of it! Countries walking around among us. Absurd!”

“As you say, my lady. Now, shall we move on? That next fellow is certainly acting the madman. Pounding his straw and cursing it as the Duke of Cumberland! Why, I never saw such a diverting sight in my life!”

_{I’m sorry, this is rather short, and only just fits your prompt, but I did have fun…

England gets out eventually, of course, but that’ll take some more research, so I don’t know when, or if, I’ll actually write that. A Part Two, featuring AU!Bad Touch Trio, may or may not be forthcoming.

Notes: In 18^th century England (where this fic takes place), the premier madhouse was Bethlehem Hospital, otherwise known as Bedlam. This was not a good time to be considered insane. Knowledge was extremely limited, and good “cures” included submerging or showering the patient with cold water and all sorts of things that to modern people would seem quite ridiculous. As added fun, Bedlam was treated as a sort of fashionable menagerie, and visitors went to gawk at the patients. This practice was not stopped until the latter half of the 18^th century. There were, of course, private insane asylums for those with money (especially all those inconvenient wives!)

The man cursing the Duke of Cumberland was actually seen by Dr. Samuel Johnson in 1746. The Duke of Cumberland, for those of you unaware, was the English leader at the battle of Culloden in 1746, which was an extremely bloody slaughter of (mostly Scottish) supporters of Bonnie Prince Charlie as true heir to the English throne. Well, this particular Duke of Cumberland, anyway. There were at least five different creations of the title.}

Too many notes to introduce your drabble, a!anon. Very Alice in Wonderland though....such a tease!

Two rival nations are kidnapped by a third party(nation or non-nation) and have to attempt to escape by working together, despite their own dislike for each other.
Bonus: non-con/dub-con.
Bonus 2: they attempt and fail to escape on one or more occasion.

I’ve recently become obsessed with the folk-opera album Hadestown by Anais Mitchell. Loosely based on the Greek myth of Eurydice and Orpheus, it follows the story of a young couple who plan to get married. Eurydice, seduced by King Hades’ promises of a better life in Hadestown, kills herself. Orpheus, with the help of Hermes follows her into Hadestown. Meanwhile Hades’ wife Persephone defies her husband by operating a secret speakeasy and befriends Eurydice. Orpheus and Persephone meet up again and after his wife convinces him to do so, Hades gives them a chance to be together in the world of the living but with conditions... Basically I want a Hetalia version of this story. Feel free to change the plot as you wish, I just want something loosely based on it.

For a much better summary go here: http://www.righteousbabe.com/artists/anaismitchell/hadestown/story.asp
Here are my favorite songs on the album:
Hey Little Songbird = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LmsirsSkkQ
Wait for Me= http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcMdjj_7E_o

Bonus: Hades is Turkey, Russia, or Netherlands
Bonus: Orpheus and Eurydice are America and Canada
Bonus: Smut (it is the kink meme after all).

Real life Germany and Israel are actually very close, now, and there are a fair few exchange programs for German and Israeli youth to learn more about each other. I'd like to see these two visiting each other, showing each other around their countries, that sort of thing. I'm partial to female Israels, but that's just me. If you want to make Israel male, by all means, do it. But no romance between the two. Also...um...I think this goes without saying, but nothing offensive, please. I'm a Jew.

Bonus: Throw some GerIta in there, if you can
Bonus 2: Discussing what language they speak to each other. German? Yiddish? Hebrew?
Bonus 3: Germany has issues with some of the anti-Islamic feelings of many Israelis, because he knows exactly where those kind of feelings can lead, and they talk about it.

This prompt has potential!
Very seconded!

I'd like to see anything with Rome while he was under Caligula's rule. Having a boss who declares war on the sea and elects his horse to senate can't be easy, you know. Serious or humorous, either is fine.

I so hope somebody fills this! Seconding like whoa!

so Prussia discovers he's aroused at the image/fantasy of Germany being raped (by nations, humans, or otherwise) and is terribly, terribly ashamed. If he tells Germany is up to you. Angst is okay, I guess, but no tragedy please.

There's a few fills where a nation speaking another nation's tongue is considered attractive, however, I would like to see something different. I want to see a nation or multiple nations purposely butchering another nation's language as a means of mocking them.
Humor or serious, either is fine.
Bonus: A historical setting where one party is serving under the other nation. For example, Lithuania speaking bad Russian or Turkey speaking bad Greek.

Seconded! I kind of did that in one of my fills with a brief mention of occupation-era Korea intentionally speaking Japanese really badly, and I think the idea's worth exploring. Language-centric fuckery is fun!

Oh, Japanese would be a very easy language to do this with; I've heard rumours that the kanji 息 can be read as either "breath" or "penis", the words for "hated" and "pretty" are very similar, as are the words for "cute" and "scary", and the words for "husband" and "prisoner" vary only by vowel length. It would be so easy for a malicious Japanese-as-a-second-language speaker to completely mutilate what they were "supposed" to be saying ...

She has no people or land, just a language, and so she has no body, just a disembodied voice. She floats around fangirling over the characters and generally weirding everyone out, but she means well, really wanting to foster world peace by smoothing over everyone's difficult relationships. Matchmaking of cute yaoi boys all in the name of world peace!

INSTANT HEADCANON.

Heh, thanks. I kind of like the idea of her floating around and interrupting people's conversations or narrating for them while they're in the bathroom or something :)

THAT'S FUCKING AWESOME!

Every year on the anniversary of when England destroyed Spain's armada the two meet up. Their Pirate Sides come out and the two fight or Dominance and Power.

BONUS: England and Spain are in a relationship with America and Romano, respectively, but they still meet up every year.

BONUS 2: England usually is the dominant one since he was the one that destroyed Spains armada, but Spain finally manages to gain control and England enjoys it.

BONUS 3: There is BDSM; where England ties Spain up, or the other way around. (any other kinks accepted)

~~OP had trouble expressing what she wants properly... ask if its too confusing...~~

I had no problem understanding your request, OP, if my raging fem-boner screaming SECOOOOOOOOOOOOOND is anything to go by. >8D

I may try to fill this... are there any kinks you really don't care for?

Vore, Gore, and Beastiality are the only kinks this OP doesn't like. Anything else is perfect~

America tours modern day Mt. Vernon. How does he feel about it becoming a major tourist attraction when he so fondly remembers the days George Washington lived there? What kinds of memories do the rooms and grounds bring to mind?

No pairings required, but OP is okay with USUK. If so, please no revolutionary war related angst.

Bonus 1: America pays his respects at George Washington's tomb.
Bonus 2: Other tourists notice America and think there's something strange about him.

Seconded!

Sounds like this could be such a beautiful oneshot.

Human AU! Nation A is a spy for [insert country A]. Part of his job is to establish a secure identity in [insert other country B], collect information and secrets for their home country. That means holding a steady job, marriage, etc.

Nation A is happily married to Nation B (who's a real patriot of country B). Really, A loves B. But A can't deny that part of them secretly enjoys being able to love and fuck this great person from country B. In fact, it heights the kinkiness for them.

Any pairing acceptable. Genderbending and/or het are a-okay. No m-preg, please.

...Seriously, are you in my head? I've had this plot bouncing around in my head for ages. But the pairings I had in mind aren't very unpredictable xD So, seconded, because there's so much potential for this prompt!

What does OP think of Napoleonic war? (Basically, France against the rest of Europe in the early 1800s. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleonic_Wars ) If I did that, I'd probably have France as the spy and fem!England as wife.

And do you want Nation B to find out?

Ooh! That's sounds awesome! I love historical fics and genderbending/nyotalia.

As for Nation B finding out, that's up to the author!anon. :)

i don't really get the request but I'm totally seconding your Napoleon wars thing. :)

Everyone loves Feliciano. Romano is tired of being overshadowed by his brother. He represents Italy too, and no one seems to remember.

At a world meeting they call on N. italy to present his ideas, and completely ignore the fact S.Italy is there too. Romano basically snaps at them.

Cue in, Prussia coming in to comfort him. He knows what it feels like since everyone overlooks him too. He offers words of comfort and convinces him he is also important.

BONUS: So cute and fluffy it gives me diabetes.

No idea if this is as cute as the OP wanted, but I hope you'll like it anyway!

Romano gritted his teeth as he listened to Veneziano's happy chatter from the front of the room. It was ridiculous that he was using that tone when talking about their economy and its problems, but nobody else seemed to mind. Even if everyone knew that Veneziano was an idiot, at least his overly positive tone and bright smile gave the others some reassurance that everything was going to be fine and they wouldn't end up bankrupt.

Fuck, he hated these meetings, he thought as he glanced at his watch. It was a complete waste of time to come to them. It was always the same people talking shit, and they never accomplished anything, just ended up fighting. If France and England were that eager to get their hands on each other, they should have done so in private instead of using these meetings as an excuse to wrestle on the floor and make the lives of the rest of them miserable.

This meeting was especially terrible because he was expected to speak. Veneziano had cried and begged until he had agreed to talk during the second half of their presentation. The fool had even said that Germany would be so proud of him if he did it, which in Romano's opinion was the perfect reason to opt out. However, then he had realised that the steroid potato was probably expecting him to skip the meeting anyway and had decided that he wouldn't, just to show him that South Italy could get shit done.

And that was why he was here, tapping his fingers against the table in impatience as he waited for Veneziano to finish with his half. He had worked his ass off to make the numbers in the second half match and had even neglected his precious tomato fields in favour of paperwork to make everything perfect. This had better be worth it.

“Fucking finally,” he muttered under his breath when Veneziano was done with his last point. He started to rise from his seat to take over, but that was when England raised his hand.

“How exactly are you planning to stop your recession from getting worse? You didn't show us that many concrete measures,” he said.

“Oh, that,” Veneziano said. “That's actually coming up in the next part. For example, we're going to invest a lot in infrastructure.”

Germany nodded in approval. “That sounds reasonable. Alright, keep going.”

“But the second part is –”

“Italy, we're already seven and a half minutes behind schedule!”

“Eek, okay! Don't get mad at me, Germany!”

Romano sank back to his seat as Veneziano hastily resumed talking. In the very beginning, he had said that Romano would handle the second half. Fuck, both of their names had been on the first slide! But either these losers hadn't noticed, they had forgotten or they just didn't care.

And Germany had called Veneziano Italy again, as if he was the whole country.

At first Romano just sat where he was, silently fuming to himself and clenching his fists until they hurt. This was no fucking surprise. It had always been like this. Veneziano this, Veneziano that. Everybody always acted like he was the only one, or at least he only one who mattered.

He blinked rapidly as he noticed his eyes starting to burn. Hell, no. He wasn't going to start bawling in the middle of a meeting, especially because of something like this. This was nothing. He was used to this. There was going to be a break in an hour and a half, and then he could go have lunch with Spain and forget all about this morning. Just the way he always did when everyone ignored him in favour of his brother.

But this time they were doing more than that. Everybody was looking at Veneziano like he was some messiah who could solve all of their problems. Even that fucking potato looked suitably impressed. They were Romano's calculations that Veneziano was showing everyone! It wasn't he who deserved all that admiration and acceptance!

Blinking wasn't enough anymore. He had to wipe at his eyes with his palm and try to make it look like he was just brushing some hair behind his ear. There was a painful, constricting feeling in his throat that made it difficult to swallow and keep breathing regularly.

Fuck, he thought. He couldn't maintain a straight face for much longer. He was going to start crying, and then everyone would think he was stupid. How could he tell them that he was letting something like this get under his skin? It was no problem if he didn't get to talk in a meeting. In fact, he had told Veneziano that nothing would make him happier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Spain asked by his side. His voice was loud enough to draw everyone's attention, and suddenly Veneziano had grown quiet and everyone was staring at him.

Romano tried to hide behind his papers.“I... I have a stomach ache, you bastards.”

“That's too bad,” Spain said and patted his hand in sympathy. “I hope you can still eat something at lunch. I'll buy you something really good.”

And that was it. That was fucking it. Veneziano started talking again, and everyone turned to look back at him. They didn't give a damn that there were tears streaming down his face and that every breath he took sounded like he was choking. Couldn't anyone see that he was lying, that there was something wrong with him? Didn't anyone care?

He couldn't stay here.

Romano jumped to his feet so fast that his chair made a horrible sound as it was pushed back and rushed for the exit. Though he wanted nothing more than to get away and be alone, there was a faint hope in the back of his mind that someone would come after him and finally notice what was wrong with him.

But nobody did. The last thing he heard before the door slammed shut behind him was Spain remarking to France that he was probably going to the bathroom.

Now that there was nobody to see or hear him, he no longer had any need to hold back. He let out a strangled sob and began to march down the hall towards the break room. Once there, he collapsed on the closest couch and buried his face into his arms.

He was no longer crying just because everyone was once again focusing on Veneziano and ignoring him. No, he was also crying because he was crying – because he was so weak and pathetic that he kept letting something like this affect him even though he had had centuries to get used to it. Why couldn't he just get over it?

It took a while before he noticed it from under the sound of his sobbing and sniffling, but there was strange, beeping music playing in the room. Confused, he turned to look and nearly had a heart attack.

He wasn't alone after all. Prussia was lying sprawled on one of the other couches, his legs dangling over the edge, and holding some kind of game console in his hands. That was where the music was coming from, but right now Prussia wasn't paying any attention to the game. He was staring right at him.

Oh, hell, this was the last thing he needed. If there was one nation he didn't want to deal with right now, it was Prussia. The bastard would just make fun of him and rub salt into his wounds. He was practically a one-man fanclub of Veneziano.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” Prussia asked.

“Nothing!”

“Doesn't look like it, but whatever.”

And with a shrug, Prussia turned his attention back to his game.

Only moments ago, Romano had wished that Prussia weren't there. Now he would have given anything if his reaction had been different because he wanted someone to finally notice him, but he cared just as little as the others. Romano tried to muffle his sobs by burying his face into the couch and wished that his tears would just fucking stop already, but it was like something had broken inside him.

He should probably get out and find some lonely corner for himself, but he couldn't be bothered. He had already made a fool of himself in front of everyone. There was no point in –

He felt the couch suddenly shift, and when he looked up, he saw that Prussia had taken a seat by his side.

“You're bawling so loud that I can't play my game. It's ruining my perfect concentration,” he said.

“Then go play somewhere else, bastard!”

“But I was here first!”

Oh, to hell with this guy!

“Fine,” Romano growled and stood up, wiping at his eyes. “Then I'll go!”

He was about to turn around and leave, but he felt a hand grab the suit of his jacket and pull him back on the couch. He wanted to snap at Prussia to get his fucking hands off him that instant, but then he caught the look on his face. He wasn't grinning in his usual, arrogant way. If anything, it looked like he was actually using his brain and trying to think for once.

“So, what happened?” Prussia asked.

“I said it's nothing!”

Prussia snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Sure, you're a total crybaby, but even you don't usually howl like this. Did something come up in the meeting or what?”

Romano swallowed and turned his eyes to his hands. He didn't want to talk to Prussia. He hated him almost as much as he hated Germany, and every second he had to spend in his presence made him feel like he was doing something disgusting, like swimming in garbage that mostly consisted of rotting potato peels.

But Prussia was also the only one who wasn't buying his half-hearted lies. He could see that something was bothering him.

Should he tell him? Would he just laugh at him when he heard what it was? Probably yes, or maybe he'd say that it was no surprise that everyone forgot about him when Veneziano was in the room because he was so much cuter, more talented, more agreeable and all around better than him. Now that he had allowed himself the tiny crumb of hope that someone might understand him, he didn't think he could deal with that.

Even if he had wanted to say something, it would have been impossible at that moment. His tears started again, and he turned away so that Prussia wouldn't have to witness what a pathetic loser he was. He leaned against the backrest and cursed himself for being that way.

“I take that as a yes,” Prussia said. He was silent for a few moments and scooted closer on the couch. “Has anyone ever told you that nobody in the world is better at cheering up others than me?”

Romano couldn't even be bothered to reply.

“And besides, nobody should be crying when I'm the room, unless it's tears of joy at being allowed to look at me!”

Oh, for the love of –!

“Go to hell!”

“Hey, it's a little hard to help you if you won't even tell me what's wrong!”

Romano straightened his back and turned to glare at Prussia. His image was a little distorted because he couldn't see clearly from his tears, but as far as he was concerned, that was only an improvement on the bastard's looks.

“Why the hell won't you just leave me alone? Do you get off on bugging others or what? But you want to know what's wrong? Fine, I'll fucking tell you! I'm this fed up with everyone licking Veneziano's ass and acting like the whole country is his. Even now they're listening to him talk about my work, and nobody cares that I'm the one who put that shit together! I bet it wouldn't even matter to anyone if I stopped being a nation and just disappeared!”

He drew in a shuddering breath after his outburst, hearing his own heartbeat thunder in his ears and certain that any moment now, Prussia's mocking laughter would wash over him.

It never happened.

“Man, you look terrible when your eyes are all puffy and with your nose running. Come on, frown a little at me like you always do.”

“W-what?” What the hell was the idiot talking about? Why wasn't he already telling him how stupid he was and texting about it to all his friends?

“What, no frown? Am I not trying hard enough here? Okay, let's see. Potatoes are the best and everyone who doesn't like them is a sissy, especially if they think pasta better!”

“Shut up, you –”

“Rome has nothing on Berlin when it comes to architecture!”

Romano was so startled by Prussia's strange babbling that for a moment, he forgot all about crying and just stared at him, trying to figure out what he was doing. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand what he was trying to accomplish.

“And you,” Prussia continued, pausing for effect as if he was about to deliver the killing blow in a battle, “are super cute now that you've stopped crying and are looking at me with those wide eyes, like you've only now realised how fantastic I am. Sure took long enough!”

“I told you to shut up! God, what the fuck is this shit you're saying? It's all lies!”

“At least you stopped bawling,” Prussia said, and his grin returned to his face, making him look a little more like the bastard Romano hated. In a way, that was almost comforting. “Anyway, you shouldn't let the others get to you. Since when have they been able to tell which nations are awesome and which not? I think you're pretty cool, and the way I see it, if you were useless, you would have already gone out with a poof.”

“What... what the hell are you saying?”

“I'm saying that there's got to be a reason you're still half of the country and that you shouldn't worry about what some idiots think. You've got me saying you're awesome, and that should be enough.”

Romano wiped at his eyes and sniffled, wishing that he had a handkerchief for blowing his nose. His head felt stuffy from all the crying, but at the same time it was as if some invisible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. When was the last time anyone had said this to him and told him that he mattered?

“Doesn't change that it sucks when they treat me like I'm not important,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I know.”

Silence fell between them. Romano finished drying up his face and tried to decide what he should say next. He suddenly had no idea what to do.

“Wow, it sure got awkward really fast. Do you want a hug?” Prussia asked.

“What? No!”

“Too late!”

The next thing Romano knew, Prussia had thrown his arms around him and pulled him so tightly against him that he was momentarily out of breath. His first reaction was to stiffen, certain that something horrible was going to happen, but after a while he relaxed at the warmth of another body against his and the weight of Prussia's chin on his shoulder.

“Y-you stupid bastard,” he mumbled and tried to put the pieces of his dignity back together. He should have fought back and punched the idiot, but he was tired, and this was too comfortable. If he wasn't careful, it might become tempting to stay like this.

Prussia laughed. “I told you I'm the best at this. Next time, I'll do even better and make you smile.”

Romano didn't bother to point out that there'd never be another time. Instead, he forced himself to wriggle out of the hug and put some space between them on the couch.

“Why are you even here?” he asked, realising only now how strange it was that he would run into Prussia in the break room like this.

Prussia shrugged, and his eyes momentarily darted to the wall. “Well, there's a meeting going on. No real point for an ex-nation to be there. Actually, they kind of told me not to bother them, haha. Shows what they know, huh? They have no idea what they're missing.”

Romano stopped his fidgeting on the couch. Prussia's situation was even worse than his; he didn't have even half a country to his name. He had been a kingdom once, and now he was reduced to playing video games in the break room and watching from the sidelines how the others ruled the world.

He had never spared a thought to that. He had only seen him as Germany's annoying brother. Was that any different from how the others only thought of Veneziano when they were discussing Italy? Here he was, crying his eyes out because of that while Prussia was trying to make him feel better. It should have been the other way around.

“You said it yourself. They suck, and their opinions don't matter,” he said.

“Yeah!” Prussia agreed readily.

Romano wondered if Prussia ever had moments of weakness like this and if he ever showed them to anyone. Before this day, he could have never imagined Prussia crying, but now that he knew that he understood the frustration and hurt he sometimes felt, he wasn't so sure anymore. He realised he kind of wanted to know, but he didn't have the guts to ask.

He glanced at his watch. It was still about an hour until there would be a break. He should get back to the others and make sure Veneziano hadn't totally fucked up his half of the presentation, but right now he just didn't feel like it. If something had gone wrong, his brother could deal with the mess he had created.

“I'm going to get early lunch,” he announced and got on his feet. He was half-way to the door when he realised that Prussia was still sitting on the couch. He placed his hands on his hips in irritation. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Wait, I'm invited?”

“Yeah, but you're buying.”

“That's not fair! I made you feel better! You owe me lunch!”

“Hah, as if,” Romano said with a roll of his eyes. They were in France. Like hell he'd buy Prussia some of the pervert's overrated food as payback. No, next time the two bastards came to visit Veneziano, Romano would tag along and cook something for him.

Melanzane alla parmigiana, he decided as they stepped out of the conference building. Prussia had no idea what he was in for. Potatoes would never again be good enough for him.

I think I saw an older fic where the roles were reversed and Romano was the one comforting Prussia, it's very nice to see it from the other side. Actually intelligent Prussia is a rare treat and you managed to write him obnoxiously adorable yet very tactful, I liked that.

And nice ending too, thank you for sharing, a!a!

I had thought about doing this prompt, but you wrote this story so amazingly that my idea's couldn't even hold a candle. Good job :)

No, don't say that! I'm sure your ideas are great, and I'd love to see another fill for this.

Thanks for the comments, everyone!

“Wow, it sure got awkward really fast. Do you want a hug?” Prussia asked.

“What? No!”

Haha, I like this side of Prussia. Super cute fill! You should def right more of this pairing if you get the chance.

Very nice job, Author!Anon, cute, but not too sugary. A little bit sad, too, but not enough to ruin the mood.
They're both IC and this “And besides, nobody should be crying when I'm the room, unless it's tears of joy at being allowed to look at me!" made me laugh. So very Prussia :D

Also I couldn't agree more with the last statement about melanzane alla parmigiana :D Sorry, this anon here is just a very big fan ^^

Very Nice A!A~! I loved it! It was just what the kind of thing i was asking for, the fluff was just a bonus,

I love the characterization of Prussia and Romano here. I really liked how you didn't just make him obnoxious like many people do. His intelligent and tactful side is very nice too see.

I'd love to see if you ever write anything else for this pairing, since i think you did a splendid job at portraying and keeping them in character~

It's fics like this that are slowly converting me to PruMano. As a SpaMano and PruHun shipper THIS IS A DIFFICULT FEAT. But this was just splendid. I could feel how horrible that Romano felt, you got that trying-not-to-cry-in-public feeling perfectly and the interactions between Prussia and Romano are so believable and charming. This fic is almost like how can they not fall in love now ahgufshgjksfhgjk.

By any chance, did you also write that amazing PruMano Romano thinks Prussia is dead but he's actually alive and then they have awesome sex and it's sappy and romantic fic? Because if yes, you are converting me to PruMano hardcore. If not... I bow down to PruMano writers.

/rant

Thanks for the comment! Yeah, I also wrote that fic you mentioned. I try to spread as much Prumano love around the meme as I can. Glad to hear it's working. :)

I adored this story so much. It must really be hard for both Romano and Prussia seeing as they both get out shined by their brothers. I adored the last line so much I can't even explain it. Someone (if A!A has time? please) needs to write that scene because there would be so much win involved.

I've read the other story mentioned by you and adored that one too. Seriously you are so wonderful at this pairing. Everything is so believable and it's really easy to see them like this.

Have you written anything else oh wonderful A!A? I would love to read some more from you.

Thanks! I'm really happy you liked it! :D If I find the time, I'd love to try writing that extra scene. I just can't get enough of this pairing.

Here are all my fills other than this one. There's plenty of non-meme Prumano on my Livejournal, but I'm not sure if the rules permit linking to it. If you can find de-anoned versions of any of these, they should take you to my LJ. I also post at Fanfiction.Net, but it doesn't have everything because I don't post smut there.

Germany falsely believes that Prussia has been raped by Russia: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=80458765#t80458765

Prussia, Old Fritz and an erotic poem: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=83478541#t83478541

Russia saves Prussia from execution after WWII: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=83476749#t83476749

Austria forces Prussia to have an enema (humiliation): http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21125.html?thread=84269189#t84269189

Prussia goes to his own funeral (the Prumano version): http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=85913826#t85913826

Prussia masturbates after Romano's death: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=89209058#t89209058

Prussia takes Romano to Sanssouci: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21382.html?thread=89299334#t89299334

Romano writes kinky porn about himself and Prussia (on-going): http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html?thread=89331705#t89331705

Fem!Romano and Fem!Spain are friends, but Spain always wanted to be more. Once Romano starts dating someone, Spain gets insanely jealous(She doesn't start acting like "if I can't have you, no one will" however.),but it leads to Spain confessing to Romano somehow. Can be AU or not, it doesn't matter, but it should end with Romano and Spain as a couple. (Happy Ending :D)

Bonus: Romano is only pretending to be dating someone to make Spain jealous
Bonus: Romano is with another woman

Bonus: If AU, Fem! Spain's name is Isabella and Fem! Romano's name is Chiara.

Calling each other by their human names, is something the Nations consider to be very personal.

I want something where Nation A is in a relationship with Nation B, and trying to convince B to let them call each other by their real names. Nation B doesn't want to because they feel embarrassed about it since its such a personal thing.

BONUS: It leads to sex.

BONUS: Nation B finally decides to call Nation A by their human name while they are having sex.

How does OP feel about RusAme? :>

Sounds good~
I like RusAme!

This right here is my headcanon. Majorly.

I'm considering DenNor, NiChu, or Edelweiss. Any of those sound good, OP?

It's my headcanon too~

Gah! All of those sound perfect! I love all of those, though i have to admit i lean a bit more towards DenNor since its my OTP.

Not the potential A!A from upthread - sorry, requester anon, this probably isn't really what you want! And besides, it's kind of short, but I saw the prompt and I felt like writing this anyway. I have fun writing this threesome, and I hope somebody else enjoys it!

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Just A Detail
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It was nothing big, really. Just a tiny little detail, a drop in the ocean of issues the three of them could - should - did have.

It wasn’t even as if he thought about it a lot; in fact, most of the time, it didn’t register at all, how Lithuania was Toris and Poland was Feliks, but Russia was Russia.

Not Ivan. Never had been, to them - always Russia, just Russia.

Just a little something, at the back of his mind sometimes when he smiled at them and they smiled back. Why, then, if they were happy? He wondered. Well, he had an inkling, but they were thoughts he put away at a far away corner of his mind when he was with them (he had to, or smiling would be a lot harder), so he had to ask.

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He asked Lithuania first; caught him as they were loading the car with bags and food, on their way to Russia’s old dacha near Saint Petersburg. Poland was already in the front seat, picking which album they should play on the road.

At first, Lithuania looked away and stuttered something, but Russia didn’t catch any of it and so he asked again. This time, Lithuania was quiet for a moment (Russia let himself be disappointed - he thought Lithuania would speak to him - trust him - more).

“There’s nothing - wrong with you,” he said, his voice uncertain, as if he was trying to cover up for some kind of story (involving Russia’s coat, maybe, or his sister). Russia’s disappointment grew a little heavier and he frowned.

“It’s just - not something we think about. Sorry.”

Then, he added something about trying to include him more, but Russia wasn’t really listening anymore. Either way, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear; it was time to leave for the dacha.

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He asked Poland next. Not at the dacha, no, because that was enjoyable and they had a lot of fun and that would have made things strange (although it would have been nice to have had an answer without having to ask, so he kept his ears open anyway, so to speak).

They were sitting at a coffee shop, and Lithuania had gone to order two iced lattes and a black tea (Russia didn’t really like iced lattes). Poland didn’t make him repeat like Lithuania had, but he laughed so loudly Russia wondered if he had understood well.

“Dude,” Poland said, wiping at his eyes (uselessly, because he was laughing, not crying). “It’s just something Liet and I’ve done for like... centuries, y’know? Way, way before we started going out with you. ‘s no big deal, so don’t worry ‘bout it, ‘kay?”

Russia supposed it made sense, in a way, and besides, Poland was “Liet this” and “Liet that” most of the time anyway.

But he also remembered hearing America say Toris, once or maybe twice, and his heart ached - more than a little. Then Lithuania came back, and the tea at least made him feel warmer, so Russia smiled and said thanks.

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It felt like years (and it was) before he heard Lithuania call him Ivan; even longer until he heard Poland do the same.

A little voice in Russia’s head told him Lithuania hadn’t really meant anything by it, probably hadn’t even noticed his own slip; but Russia made himself believe that the warm, wonderful smile Toris gave him as he left that morning (“Bye Ivan, see you next week.”) was completely truthful and honest.

Feliks grinned and kissed him (“Wow, Ivan that was, like, fantastic, amazing! We so have to do it this way again!”) and Ivan’s whole body blushed but he smiled back because there was no mistaking the honesty in Feliks’ words.

It didn’t really register on Ivan’s mind at the time, but smiling when they were together became a little easier, after that.

aww~ even if it wasn't exactly what i asked for, this was really cute!

I loved it either way A!A.

"It didn’t really register on Ivan’s mind at the time, but smiling when they were together became a little easier, after that."

I don't know why, but i just really loved that line and was the perfect way to end that short story!

Aw, thank you! I reread the prompt and I was like - this isn't what they asked for at all! but it was already written so I decided to post anyway. Besides, I'm certain you'll get awesome fills for that, it's a good prompt!

I'm glad you enjoyed anyway. ♥

Cute~ This threesome doesn't get written about nearly often enough, so please continue writing them!

This was really sweet!

Oh my, a fluffy RusLietPol fic? The only bad thing about this is that it's so short, but it's so nice I don't really mind - this made me smile and feel all warm and good.

This is uber cute, anon! A little bit sad at the beginning, but the happy ending melted my heart ^^
Also, this threesome is amazing, I so wish there was more!

Here's some GerIta~ It's really short, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. uvu

http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html?thread=90963193#t90963193

So filling. I'll probably either do Prucan, USUK or Spamano, and maybe one that won't lead to sex but sounded good in my head just now.

Posted~

Link: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html?thread=95320057#t95320057

An AU in which they meet during a cooking class, please? Whether Italy or Germany is leading the cooking class or whether they're both just participating is all up to authornon!

A night out - meant as nothing more than an excuse to be wasted - turns into a heated discussion over younger siblings and how bothersome/insane/ungrateful they are.

Bonus: If you somehow manage to fit both Scotland and Ukraine in it.

Bonus: Respective younger!siblings show up to pick drunk!older!siblings

Bonus: older!Siblings gang up on their younger!Siblings

Germany discovers his first porno magazine. Run with it.

Bonus: Prussia, Austria, and Hungary...react.

At the instigation of Cuba, the United Nations has given Puerto Rico the chance to determine their future status. The power in control, the United States, has pre-approved four choices they can choose from: be an official US territory, be a state, be independent, or be independent with free association.

It's a huge decision! I'd like to see the US constantly bugging PR to see if they've decided yet, all the other nations pestering PR with advice on the 'right' thing to do, and PR going insane by all the nations who know nothing about them trying to decide for them!

I'd like to see at least one nation rooting one of each choice, for whatever reason! (ie. "Stay a territory! Do you know how much money it would cost to change every American flag in the world?")

Seconded! I really hope someone picks this up.

Nation A is oversensitive (due just having an orgasm) but Nation B keeps going anyways. Alternatively, it could be because of some drug that makes the feelings /reactions similar to being sensitive after orgasm.

This can be completely consensual with them agreeing on it before hand or dark/dub or/and noncon. Such as Nation A making Nation B (who is can be inexperienced or lets him due to some sort of dependency on A) take it.

Bonuses:
Nation B is inexperienced and A convinces them that its their fault its painful. "Your doing it wrong. " "Oh I see you can get off but not me right? Your being ungrateful!

Orgasm denial or a lot of orgasms given.

If their in a relationship the partner does 'sweet' things while doing this like kisses if they cry and petting hair after pulling it.

Oh Op would like to add that If America is used I prefer him as a bottom (especially with Japan or China). Consider it a suggestion but honestly its up to you!

Exactly what it says on the tin.

I want two nations getting it on during a break at a world conference with only their ties on.

BONUS: The don't finish on time and everyone walks in on them.

BONUS 2: Kinks... Any kinks you want to add. (except Vore and Gore)

Do you have any preferences for pairings? This anon likes FrUK and TurkeyxGreece in particular, but is open to others, as well.

OP loves every pairing and is not picky at all~

Write for whichever you think fits best anon.

I assume you want it to be slash? Or would het be acceptable?

I like slash, but het is acceptable too! Genderbender or normal, OP doesn't mind.

Nation A is someone who has always topped in their relationships. However, recently they have been getting cravings to be Dominated by Someone.

Nation B finds out and decides they want to fulfill the others fantasy of being dominated.

How they find out, is the Anons choice. It could be that they found them in a BDSM club, or maybe they overheard them mention it to someone, anything anon wants.

Bonus- Name calling during sex (eg. "slut", "whore", etc..)
Bonus2- Nation B is dating Nation A

Italy believes that Germany is the Holy Roman Empire. He has been flirting with Germany because of this.
However, it is somehow revealed that Germany is not his childhood love, and he has to cope with the fact that he has fallen for someone else.
Lots of angst, please.

YES, YES, YES!
This anon doesn't like HRE=Germany either

Little!Denmark hurts Little!Norway's feelings somehow and Norway won't forgive him, no matter how many times he apologizes! Happy ending and lots of cuteness required. Can be AU or not, it's the anons choice.

Bonus: Hints at future DenNor
Bonus: Sweden of all people is the one who helps Denmark be friends with Norway again.

This sounds so adorable i just have to fill it!

Anon is going out now, but will try to write it later tonight~

Thank you A.A :) Please take your time! (it doesn't have to be very long as long as its cute!)

Does OP have any preference in their human names?

(AU then? XD) I like the names Lukas for Norway and Mathias for Denmark.

Yup! AU is easier for this one~ that's perfect! Those are the names I started using since I like those for them too~
I think it might end up turning into a little two-shot thing.

have fun :) i eagerly await the results!

I feel so wrong for asking this, but can I have some fluffy SwissLiech pregnancy. I would love if it was their first time and Switzerland feels really bad about getting Liechtenstein pregnant. I would also love if it went through the whole pregnancy--OP loves fluffy family stories. <3 Any other pairings are up to A!A.

Bonus: If the baby's a girl.

Oh, seconding!

There was a soft knock at her door. “Liechtenstein.”

“Coming.” She slipped on her second shoe before going and opening the door of her hotel room. Sure enough Switzerland was standing outside waiting patiently for her. They weren’t going to be late to the world meeting but her big brother always had a habit of wanting to leave early just incase anything might happen. They had this discussion last night; nothing was going to happen as they left their hotel room to the UN building in New York. Her brother was not so trusting and she knew that he would be a lot calmer if they were meeting in Geneva instead. But there was nothing either of them could do about it. She took his offered hand closing the door behind her.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” She didn’t want to tell him that she was feeling really tiered this morning. “The room was very nice.” She knew that he preferred to save his money but he had gotten her her own room. He insisted upon paying for her room even though she was perfectly capable of doing so herself. But he had told her what else were big brothers for. She couldn’t argue with him, not when he was trying to be cute. And he was trying. He wasn’t biologically her big brother but he was the person who was always looking out for her. Over the years that she had been living with him she couldn’t quite place when she started to fall in love with him but it was only recently that he started acting differently towards her.

“That’s very good.” He nodded his head and took her hand as they crossed an intersection, not letting go when they reached the other side. She smiled at his small act of affection.

“How did you sleep big brother?”

Switzerland thought about it for a moment before replying. “It was a bed, and I slept through the night.” His answer caused her to giggle, how very neutral of him. The rest of the short walk was done in silence, partly because they didn’t need to make conversation and partly because she knew he was watching everyone else incase someone poised a danger to her.

They reached the UN building and went to sign in, there wasn’t many people there already that she recognized. Switzerland went first signing in and showing his ID. She was never sure how he managed to get at least one gun into the meeting because by that point it was her turn to sign in. She always figured he timed it so that she couldn’t bring one in as well.

“Good morning.” The person behind the desk greeted her.

“Morning!” She replied brightly as she handed over her ID. The person compared her to her ID before nodding and handing it back to her. She signed in (Lili Zwingli) and by the time she was done Vash was back at her side.

“Have a good day Miss Zwingli.”

“You too.” She said brightly as her and Vash walked off in the direction of the room where the meeting was going to be taking place. She didn’t need to look back at her brother to know that he was glaring at the poor boy who was only trying to be polite.

There was one ore security check to get through and of course Germany, but she never had an issues with that. Neither did Vash, seeing as he was the only person allowed to carry a gun. Something about allowing him to keep the peace; which was really needed sometimes. Right before the second checkpoint she stopped and tugged his hand. He stopped and looked at her, before he could say anything she kissed him on his check (she wasn’t allowed to do anything more in public yet it was all baby steps with her brother). She walked off; pleased to see he had a slight blush creeping up on his checks. She passed through the last checkpoint easily and entered the room to see England, Germany and China all there already. Switzerland was soon right beside her leading her to where they were going to sit.

(okay no one saw that I hope...)

She watched other nations enter, some by themselves most in groups. It didn’t take too long before the room was full of all the nations in the UN. The seating plan was something that had taken a meeting to come up with; it had to please everyone, which was hard to do. In the end everyone just sat where they wanted providing they were respectful and had the appropriate nameplate in front of them.

“Lichtenstein!” The bubbly voice of Hungary brought her attention back to the room. “Belgium and I were going to go exploring after dinner do you want to come with us?” What she was really asking was would her brother let her go.

“May I?” She asked turning to Switzerland. Hungary and Belgium had decided that she needed to get out more and see the other countries.

“As long as you have her back by 9:30.” Was all he said as he arranged the papers in front of him. Hungary gave a mock salute before going back to her seat in-between Prussia and Austria.

The meeting started in the traditional way, with America suggesting something outrageously stupid and getting England and France riled up. Germany got fed up and yelled at everyone to get on track. She had lost interest somewhere between China talking about plans to expand China town and Russia trying to convince everyone to become one with him.

Switzerland wordlessly placed a blank piece of paper in front of her so that she could draw. “Alright listen up!” Germany’s voice interrupted her thoughts causing her to look up suddenly, and smudge her drawing in the process. “We will have exactly 45 minutes for lunch. We will meet back here at 12:30 and have 15 minutes to settle back in for the last half of the meeting.”

There was a brief period of silence where Germany’s words sunk in and then everyone was up moving and talking, trying to get out of the room as fast as possible for lunch. Once the majority of the nations had left Vash stood up and she followed. She was looking forward to having lunch the two of them. America had given all of the nations a list of restaurants in the near vicinity of the UN building. They had reservations for lunch at a place not too far from the building. They signed out quickly (an easier process then signing in) and she kept pace with her brother.

Soon they were seated with something to drink, she ordered a milkshake on his instance and he had water. Their orders had been placed and now the sat in comfortable silence. “Vash,” the name came off of her tongue just as easily as Switzerland or big brother human names when they were in public. He looked at her to show that he was paying attention. “Is this a date?”

He regarded her for a moment, thinking his answer over, before responding. “If you would like it to be a date.”

She giggled. Some people would be offended by his comment but she knew that it was his way of saying yes, without picking a definitive side. Not that he was neutral on every discussion. No he was very definitive of what he liked in bed she knew that. “I would like that very much.”

He nodded his head. “So it is.”

They didn’t need to wait much longer for their food to come. Once it was in front of her she could feel her stomach seize up. “I’ll be right back.” She got up from the table without waiting for a reply. She knew this feeling it was the same one she had been having sporadically for the last week. There was no need to worry Switzerland over something like this. Not when it would resolve itself, he would get worked up for nothing. Once safely in the bathroom she took a few deep breaths trying to calm her stomach down. It didn’t appear to be working very well and some of her breakfast made an appearance in the toilet. She tried to take a few more deep breaths but this time they worked and she began to feel better. The nausea feeling wasn’t as bad and she knew that she would be okay to eat her lunch. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands and face.

She had been hoping that it would go away after a few days but it seemed to be persisting. There had to be someone she could talk to about this. Hungary and Belgium. She was meeting the two older nations tonight, she could tell them without fear of them telling Switzerland if she asked them not too. She didn’t want to worry him incase it was nothing.

After drying her hands she left the bathroom and went back to sit at the table and enjoy her lunch. Vash gave her a look that stated she had been longer then he would have liked but she smiled to show him she was fine and took a bite of her lunch. It seemed to be sitting okay in her stomach.

“I like this.” She stated half way through her lunch, referring to the two of them being out on a date together.

Vash allowed himself to smile. “Me too.”

Notes: Anon is Canadian and in nursing so yeah sorry if I butchered anything to do with the UN and world meetings. Not really my thing. Does OP have any preference in other pairings (and does OP mind if Lichtenstein wasn’t alone in her pregnancy?). I hope this is okay, I left little hints about her pregnancy in this chapter but there will be more I promise. Including Switzerland fawning over Lichtenstein’s expanding stomach. I also hope that you don’t mind human and nation names being used.

adorable so far!

Aw. Agreeing with anon above: adorable.

Adorable and well written, bookmarking and waiting eagerly for more!

Oh my gosh! I love you anon! Thank you for filling this! <3 This is awesome. I love your style and the characters are really in character.

I don't care if you mess anything with UN or world meetings up--OP doesn't really know anything about those either.

Any other pairings that A!A would like to put in is fine with me. Oh, that'd be awesome if Liechtenstein wasn't alone and some pregnant friend. Human names are fine with me.

Thanks again! I'm so happy you're filling this, anon! I can't wait for the next part. Thank you. I really love this so far.

Notes: I’m glad you’re enjoying the fic so far. That made me very happy to note. I’m not entirely happy with this chapter; some things feel kind of rushed to me. Also there is one scene I did contemplate taking out…but in the end I left it in so I hope it’s okay kind of my own little head cannon.

They finished perfectly on time, Vash paid and they left. Once they were outside Vash grabbed Lili’s hand again and Lili chose to believe it was because he wanted to show everyone they were together and not because he was worried about every single person who passed them. It was baby steps with him she knew that. And he wasn’t going to change over night; all that mattered to Lichtenstein was that he tried.

They entered the UN building and she kissed him on the check again. Switzerland looked at her as if to ask ‘what was that for’. “For trying,” was all she said before she walked off to go sign back in. she was getting really sappy lately, perhaps she could see if Belgium would share some chocolate with her. She would ask her big brother but he was rather possessive about his chocolate.

She entered the room pleased to see Belgium was already there. Lichtenstein went over to when the blond nation was teasing her brother. “Lichtenstein, Hungary says Switzerland is allowing us to kidnap you tonight!” Belgium turned her attention to the younger nation upon spotting her.

Lichtenstein smiled and returned the other nation’s enthusiasm. “Yep! I’m looking forward to it.”

“We’re going to have a blast. Explore New York, go shopping, talking about how annoying the boy’s iin our lives are!” She looked pointedly at Netherlands as she spoke the last part.

“Do you have any chocolate I can have?” Lichtenstein asked softly and Belgium smiled before turning away to rummage in her bag. She pulled out a small box and handed it to Lichtenstein. “This should tie you over.”

Lichtenstein took the box being held out to her, opened it to find several small truffles nestled inside. “Thank-you Belgium.” The other nation grinned at her and waved her off.

“I’m always happy to share my chocolate with the world.”

“Then how come you never give me any?” Netherland cut into their conversation causing Belgium to roll her eyes.

“Let me rephrase that, I’m always happy to share my chocolate with nations that don’t steal it when they think I’m not looking.” Lili waved good-bye to her friend leaving her to deal with her own brother. She made her way back to her seat just as Germany was calling for order.

Vash looked at her as someone had began speaking about their economy. She opened up the box Belgium had given her and noticed her brother frowning. She reached out to take one of the beautiful looking truffles but the box was suddenly snatched away from her. Wordlessly something else was placed in front of her to make up for the missing truffles. An entire bar of Swiss chocolate. Along with the bar was a hastily scribbled note. Eat this instead it’s much better if you wanted chocolate all you had to do was ask.

She smiled picked up the chocolate bar and began to eat it. Thank-you big brother I appreciate it. She wrote back. Her brother took the piece of paper and wrote like he was making a note about what France was saying. You should really pay attention Liech this could be important. Then stop distracting me. She wrote back, adding a smiley face to get across the point that she was kidding. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Swiss speak for ‘I’m broad, this meeting is long, it’s pointless and nothing is going to get done again they’re all idiots.’ She had been around him long enough to know how he was really thinking. Years of being a neutral country meant that he had gotten so use to not picking a side ever and being indifferent to everyone one diplomatic word choices flowed very easily for him.

She spent the rest of the meeting half paying attention (one of these days Germany would through a pop quiz at the end of the meeting just to make sure they were all paying attention) and half doodling on another sheet of paper placed in front of her once again by the country to her right (and no it was not Austria) once she was done her chocolate bar. She had looked over once to see if Belgium had noticed the switch in chocolate but the other nation wasn’t paying attention to her. Instead she had an odd sort of smile on her face and was staring intently at France who was still drowning on about something or other. She was certain the chocolate loving nation wasn’t hearing a word France was saying. And her brother, the Netherlands, was staring at his notes as if they would write themselves. It took Lichtenstein a moment to put everything together, but she figured now was not a good time to look under the table.

As much as her own brother liked to think she was innocent (he hadn’t even given her the sex talk) she wasn’t. Far from it, Hungary made sure of that. She had told Lichtenstein that while she didn’t want to corrupt her (Switzerland would kill her) she did want to make sure the girl was aware of a few things (and so she wasn’t awkward when Vash finally decided to bring her to bed). She was very thankful about the older nation talking the time to explain some things (in more visual detail with the aid of pictures the Lichtenstein felt was necessary).

There was a sharp poke in her side and she looked up at Switzerland to see he had one hand raised and she followed suit. For what she wasn’t sure but if her brother was voting on it then she was too.

“And the motion to end early passes.” Germany kind of clarified for her. He seemed rather sad and she was sure if they could go until midnight with the promise of progress he would do it. “It makes sense to talk about foreign affairs tomorrow seeing as we finished with an in-depth review on the economy. Thank-you Japan, France, England, and Italy.” There was much cheering from all the nations. “Tomorrow we will start at the same time and we will hear from Denmark, Spain, America and Switzerland.” There was a small break of silence and Germany carried on. “That is all you may go.”

It wasn’t that surprising that they were done early. There was no crisis that needed resolving and for the most part the good weather had everyone in a cooperative mood so that they could go and enjoy the day sooner.

Hungary appeared before her. “Well I’m glad that’s out of the way.” She was already reaching towards Lichtenstein’s hand to pull her away from Switzerland. “Now you, Belgium and I can have some fun.”

“2130! No later!” It was a reminder incase anyone might have forgotten during the meeting.

“Yes mom we know.” Belgium’s voice cut through with a mock salute at Vash.

“Liech needs her sleep.” Was his defense.

“Don’t worry big brother, Belgium and Hungary already promised.”

Switzerland nodded his head collected his things and left. Leaving her alone with the other two nations. Apparently Hungary had the rest of their day all planned out. They were going to go shopping, and Hungary had found they perfect restaurant for them to go eat at. Something about all chocolate, which of course had Lichtenstein and Belgium’s attention. First thing Hungary wanted to do was go and get Lichtenstein out of her dress and into something else.

They set off from the UN building with a quick stop off at their hotel before Belgium declared them ready to hit the town. There was a lot of stopping off shops along the way before they reached their destination Chocolate by the Bald Man Max Brenner. An all chocolate café. It was pure brilliance if anyone was going to ask Lichtenstein. They settled down after oohing and ahhing at all the different chocolate creations before them. It was a lot of fun just being able to talk about their boys.

Belgium complained about both Netherlands and Switzerland for being over protective. Hungary complained that Prussia was driving her crazy and Austria was following in his footsteps. Lili just sat there listening to them enjoying their stories.

“Can I tell you something?” Lili asked them over their chocolate pizza. Both of her friends nodded their heads and said of coursed. “But you can’t tell Vash.”

“What is said during girls night stays among the girls present at girl night.” Hungary said solemnly.

“I’m worried.” She took a small breath, “I haven’t been feeling well. It’s just simple things and I don’t want to worry Vash because you know how he can get. I’ve been feeling kind of nauseous in the morning and sometimes when I smell food.” She took another sip of her hot chocolate before continuing.

“Have you been moody lately?” Hungary interjected, “Vomiting?”

“Yes. To both questions.” Lichtenstein answered and Hungary stood up.

“I’ll be right back I have a hunch.” With that she walked off leaving Lichtenstein and Belgium to finish off the chocolate pizza together. Once Hungary came back Elizabeta grabbed Lili and dragged her into the bathroom. Satisfied that no one else was there Hungary took something out of her persona and handed it out to Lili. “Go into the stall and pee on this.” Lili stared at the older nation like she had lost her mind. “Trust me just do it.”

Lili blinked but took the thing Hungary was holding out to her. She entered the stall and went pee. She knew what it was now, a pregnancy test. But that was impossible she was a nation after all. She took a deep breath before looking down at the stick in front of her. A little pink plus. “Hungary.” Her voice was a little shaky.

“Oh sweetie!” Hungary seemed happy for her understanding the test was positive. Lili left the stall to be swept up in a hug by Hungary and Belgium.

“I’m pregnant.” Saying it out loud seemed to make it real for her. “I’m pregnant!” The next thought that crossed her mind was she had to tell Vash.

Hungary seemed to understand what was going through her mind. “What if we take you back early?”

Belgium laughed, “Vash will be happy with us.”

“I would like that.” Lili said in a small voice. Her poor brain was going in a million different directions. How was this possible? Well she knew how, but her and Vash had only ever done it once. That had to be it then there was no other possible explanation. It all fit.

The three girls went back to their food paid and left. Hungary took one side of Lichtenstein and Belgium took the other. The girls walked back in mostly silence until Hungary broke it. “We get to throw you a baby shower!”

“And I can give you all the chocolate you need.” Belgium added.

Lili thanked them for their support. She was sure she hadn’t full processed everything that was happening today. They left her in the lobby after she assured them she was more then capable of finding her way to her room by herself. She really wanted to have some time with all of her thoughts.

She opened up Vash’s door calling out as she did so knowing that if she didn’t she would more then likely be meet with a gun. Instead Vash was there to greet her and she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her into a hug, knowing that’s what she needed and was asking for.

“We need to talk.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

Notes (again): I can tell you that there is one more nation (at least) pregnant. I know OP’s not picky but I hope they like the pairings I picked out (kind of mentioned in this chapter). I need to know does OP prefer Austria/Hungary, Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Hungary/Prussia or Prussia/Austria? Because I going back and forth with a side plot with Hungary and I have an idea but I know not everyone ships the same.

I'm loving this fill so much, Switzerland and Liechtenstein are so adorable and I love the friendship you've written in between Liechtenstein, Hungary, and Belgium (there's not enough out there focusing on the relationships between the female nations).

Switzerland pulled away still keeping his hands on her shoulders. “Liech?” He looked worried. “Did Hungary and Belgium hurt you?” She shook her head and her brother visibly relaxed. “What is it then?”

“Brother can we have tea?” She liked tea it was calming, and right now that was something she needed. She felt like everything was moving so fast. She wasn’t sure how she was going to tell him and by sending him off for tea she was buying herself some time to think.

He nodded his head and walked off to go get them both some tea. She sighed and walked over to his bed and sat down on it. Vash returned not too long after that with two cups of tea. He held one out to her, which she accepted and took a small sip from. Just honey, which was how she liked it. Switzerland sat down beside her slowly sipping his tea as well. They sat in silence for a few minutes, she wasn’t sure how to say it and he looked slightly uncomfortable.

“So did you have fun?” Switzerland broke the silence first.

“I did.” Lichtenstein responded brightly.

“Tell me about it.” She smiled before launching into her story about where they went and what they did. He listened intently not pushing her any further to talk about what she said they needed to talk about. Instead she talked about shopping with Belgium and Hungary, how New York was so big (adding that she missed being able to picnic in the Swiss Alps which made him smile).

As Lichtenstein was talking Switzerland gently pulled her onto his lap, as soon as he did so she nestled up to him. Just having him there was comforting enough for her. He always seemed to know what to do where she was concerned. Liechtenstein finished telling her story. “Did you have fun?” He asked her and she nodded her head. “Then that’s all that matters.” She smiled but didn’t say anything back. The two of them sat there in silence, his arms wrapped around her just cuddling.

“Big brother?” Lichtenstein asked after they had been cuddling together for some time. “I’m…” She took a small pause before the words she had been trying to say came tumbling out. “I’m with child.” She felt his hands pull away from her and she was sure she knew where he was reaching.

“Who?” The unspoken ‘who do I have to kill and then threaten to make sure they stay with you’ was clearly implied. She knew that this was one of the few things he would be willing to pick a side (start a war) for.

“I’ve only been with one person before.” She let the full impact of her statement sink in choosing to sit in silence. She just hoped she had predicted his reaction correctly.

“But.” It was odd to hear him sputter. “It was only once.” She froze; this wasn’t what she was expecting at all. He must of felt her change in position because his tone of voice changed. “I’m sorry Liech.” She was vaguely aware of Vash moving her so she was lying down, her head on a pillow. She heard a door closing softly and her brain briefly registered the fact that Vash had just left. Whatever reaction she had been expecting, this was not it.

She laid there unsure of what to do or say, she always figured he would be there for her and there was no way she was going to be wrong. Which meant two things. First he would be coming back, he would never leave her alone, especially in her condition. Secondly she couldn’t call Hungary or Belgium because they would get enraged on her behalf, which was not what she wanted at all. There weren’t many people that she could call. After all her brother didn’t have many friends. In fact he had only one friend, even if Switzerland denied it. but what could Austria do in a situation like this anyways?

She wasn’t sure what to think, she had always assumed that he would be happy for her, for them. But there was the possibility he didn’t want a baby. There were so many thoughts floating around in her head she wasn’t sure what to make of any of them, of this entire situation. She fell backwards onto the bed and curled up grabbing a corner of the blanket and pulling it towards her, enveloping herself in the blanket.

She closed her eyes, not even aware of the fact that there were tears slowly falling down her checks. She was awoken much later by arms wrapping around her. “Big brother?” The question left her lips but she knew who it was without a doubt.

“Shhhhhhh.” His voice was soft like earlier but he was using a much different tone. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” She knew what he was really saying to her was ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

“I know.” Which translated into I forgive you. She sat up so that she could look at him. She wasn’t tiered anymore, nor did she feel sleepy. She was just glad to have him back.

“I got you – us, I got us something.” He corrected himself holding out a wrapped package towards her.

She took it and opened it. In her hands she held a small paperbacked book entitled ‘What to Expect when You’re Expecting’. She giggled at the sight of the book. How long had it taken him to pick it out. She could just imagine him standing in the bookstore trying to locate the correct section and then getting all flustered when he did. She smiled, so that was it he just didn’t know how to handle the situation or what to expect. “It’s perfect!” She told him after she finished reading the back. Lichtenstein kissed him on his check. “It was very thoughtful of you.” He smiled back and leaned over kissing her softly on the lips.

He pulled away pulling her back on his lap as he did so. “That’s wonderful Liech.” He murmured into her ear. “I’m sorry I took off.”

She twisted herself so that she was facing him while still sitting on his lap. “I know you are.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and he brought one hand up to play with her hair.

“I was scared.” He admitted softly to her. “But I am very happy.” She just stayed quite and let him carry on. “I know leaving you was wrong but I just had to think about what you said.”

“I know, I had a lot to think about to.”

“I just never thought about it, I mean it was only once.” He sighed. “When we get back to Geneva I will find you a doctor.” She let out a giggle knowing how many background checks would be involved. He could be so protective of her.

“You’re going to make a good father.” And she meant it, he would be perfect.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother.” There it was, a statement that picked a side she smiled. They would be a wonderful family. “That reminds me.” He said laughing. “Guess who else is pregnant.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Who?”

He smiled at her, “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.” He shook his head. “I’ll let her, you’re just going to have to wait.”

“Awww come on Vash tell me!” She batted her eyelashes. “I can keep a secret, I’ll act surprise I promise.”

“Nope.”

“It is Belgium or Hungary right?” She knew that he wasn’t going to tell her who but he was smiling which gave him away. She squeed. “This is amazing, we can go though everything together.” She thought about it for a moment. “It has to be Belgium.” She decided voicing her thoughts out loud. “I mean she’s the only on in a relationship, Hungary hasn’t slept with anyone in awhile.” He didn’t say a word. “I’ll ask them tomorrow.” She leaned back into Vash who had gone back to playing with her hair. She was trying to grow it back out for him because she knew that he liked it long.

“You’re pregnant.” He murmured into her ear after awhile.

“I am.” She responded smiling. This was perfect. Together they would work through this, because they were a family or at least they were going to be a family. The thought made her giddy. There was so much to do but she knew that she could worry about later. She would worry about it later, right now nothing else mattered expect for her and Switzerland. Tomorrow she would get all the answers she needed.

Well I hope you liked this chapter. For those of you worried about Vash’s response that will be explained in the next chapter. Actually the next chapter isn’t really a new chapter but rather what happens when Vash leaves. I hope this is okay and fluffy enough. More fluff to come, promise. The next updates might be slow, it’s coming up to exams for me.

So apparently when I said updates would be slow I really meant non-existent. Well now that exams are over updates should come faster. Hope this was worth the wait ~~even though I know it’s not.~~

He stared at the bookstore in front of him for a few moments before going inside. It was large, several floors and there were a lot of people around. Perhaps he could come back when there were fewer threats around. Like at night, when the store was closed. He wouldn’t steal anything, of course not; he would leave exact change up by the cash registers. If he could do that he would, but the sooner he got back to Lichtenstein the sooner he could apologize and make sure she was all right.

He tried not to notice the other people around him. As he made his way though the bookstore into the section that he was looking for. He could assume that Lili had just found out about her pregnancy so they had nothing to go by. He couldn’t be sure just how different this would be because she was a nation but he was sure raising a child would be the same in principle. He was lost in thought staring at all of the books in front of him. How exactly was he suppose to find the cheapest book that would have everything they would need in it. How was he even going to know if all the information he needed was even in the book he picked out. So when he heard his human name being called, he jumped as his right hand made it’s way to where he kept a revolver on him. He wasn’t expecting to be bothered by anyone let alone a nation. Never mind that the (ex)nation was Prussia. Said former Empire was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well aren’t you going to ask me why we’re here?” Gilbert probed, but carried on before Vash could respond. “I’m going to be the best Mutti ever!” Switzerland only gave a curt nod knowing that if he didn’t acknowledge it at all Prussia would just carry on. “So why are you here? I know I’m awesome but I’m sure you have another reason for being here.”

“I’m just looking.” Vash replied, trying to steady his breathing as to not give anything away. Instead he focused on the one part of Prussia statement that kind of confused him. “We?”

“Hello Vash.” The one person who could probably help him though his current situation was also the last person he wanted to talk to; it was also the same person standing behind him.

“Roddich.” Vash said softly as he turned around to face the nation. Him and Austria weren’t really close anymore but they were trying to get along. Him for Lili and he happened to know that Austria was doing it for Hungary. Vash noticed that the other nation had a blush creeping along his checks; Prussia seemed to notice it too.

“Awwww come on Roddich you have nothing to worry about. Vash won’t tell anyone anything that might start something.” Vash was about to say something but the former Empire continued. “Besides he’s here for a book too!” Austria dropped the book he was holding out of surprise. Vash could only stare at both of the other nations, as his mind was able to work out the full impact of Prussia’s statement.

“You -” Roddich cut him off before he could continue.

“Well yes.”

“How?”

“What about you?”

“Lili.” Vash said softly. “She probably hates me.” Switzerland noticed that Prussia had taken this conversation as his cue to leave the two other nations alone. He had disappeared to another aisle full of books, presumably within the same section, not wanting to go far enough away to actually miss the conversation but far enough so it gave the illusion he was giving them privacy.

“Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know how to raise a child.”

“You raised her.”

“That’s different.”

“I don’t see how. You took her in even though you had nothing yourself. You love her.”

“And I let it cloud my judgment. I slept with her.”

“That much I was able to figure out.”

Vash blushed. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Roddich looked at him in surprise. “You don’t want the child?”

“No! Of course I want the child.”

“Then why are you here and not with Lili?” Austria looked genuinely confused and like he wanted to help Vash.

“I panicked.”

“You’re going to have to make it up to her.”

“I know.”

Totally html fail in the last part...~~that's what I get for posting at 1:30 in the morning~~

“Here.” A book was placed into his hands by Gilbert who had returned from a few bookcases over. What to expect when you’re expecting. “That’s one of the books we have. West gave it to us when we told him. He said it was very comprehensive and Roddich likes it. It seems as if we’ve been preparing forever. It took that long I think for Roddy to get up the courage to ask Elizabeta to carry our baby.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth Prussia was taking them back. “Oh don’t let her know that I told someone else or she’ll castrate me with that frying pan of hers.”

“I won’t tell anyone promise.” Vash assured him.

“Not even Lili?”

“Not even Lili.”

Roddich stared at him for a moment; they could be civilized to one another without one of the two previously mentioned female nations present. “We’re on the same side Vash.” And Switzerland knew what he was really saying and he had to agree. After all their children would be born close together and if Hungary had her way (which was most of the time) their unborn children were practically married. “So go and tell Lili that you love her.”

So that was how Switzerland found himself in the middle of New York with a baby book and CD of classical music and orders from Austria to go home to Lili and fix the mess he had created before Hungary found out. Switzerland did have to admit had of it been anyone else walking out on Lili like he had, he would have shot them.

So what exactly was he so terrified of, his relationship with Liechtenstein was going well, and he was trying. He loved her. And that was most likely the main issue. He wasn’t the most eloquent person (nation) when it came to professing his love. They had been together for less than 25 years, very young in nation time. But he had opened up to her and she was very much his everything. This baby would be their everything. And it would work because he would make it work.

He had one more thing he wanted to do before he went back to the hotel room. He didn’t know much about babies but he could learn/ Austria was right he raised Liech. The walk had helped a lot more then he thought it would. It helped him get over his surprise, as he did not deal with surprises very well.

He got back to the hotel and went to check Liech’s room first and she was, as he expected, not there. He went into his room next and sure enough there she was curled up on the bed sleeping. Trying his hardest not to wake her he took off his shoes and jacket before lying beside her. Even though he was trying she still woke up.

It was now or never and he did owe her an explanation at the very least. So that was exactly what he gave her. An explanation as to why he left, and of course the baby book that had been given to him by Prussia.

They would be okay; his house had more then enough room for a baby. And once they were back in Geneva he would find a suitable doctor for her. One day at a time, that’s how they would face this one day at a time and together. They fell asleep with Liechtenstein wrapped in his arms and it felt right. The way things should be. They way things would be from here on out he promised himself.

Nation A and B are in a relationship that is completely destructive for the both of them. However, they have no intention whatsoever of fixing any of it, and view their concerned family and friends as being too nosy for their own good.
Bonus: an unhappy ending.
Bonus 2: het or femmeslash
(bonuses are just bonuses, i'd still be ecstatic to have a m/m fill with a happy ending)

Hetalia kink meme part 22

Any Nation In an asylum

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A Trip to Bedlam

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any/any- kidnapped by a common enemy.

Hadestown- ensemble

Germany + Israel OC--Visiting Each Other

+1

Rome-Under Caligula

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Germancest --- rape fantasy

any-language as an insult

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Narrator Lady is Esperanto-tan.

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A!A

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Pirate!England/Pirate!Spain - Dominance and Power

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OP

America- Visiting Mt. Vernon

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Any/Any -- unrepentant spy AU

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Possible filler

OP

Random person

Prumano - Forgotten halfs

A Glance Under Somebody Else's Skin 1/5

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OP here~

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A!A

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A!A

Fem!Spain/Fem!Romano Jealousy

Any/Any - Calling each other by human name

Potential A!A

OP

Different Potential A!A

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RussLietPol - Just A Detail - 1/1

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a!a

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Filled, Filled, Filled!!!

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Germany/Italy - Cooking class AU

Any/Any - Troublesome siblings

Germany - his first porno

Puerto Rico - Unwanted advice

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Various - over sensitivity (possible dark, non/dubcon)

OP

Any/Any - Sex in the meeting room with ONLY their ties on

Possible Filler

OP

Also!

OP!

Any/Any - Getting Dominated

Germany/Italy-Germany isn't Holy Rome.

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Chibi!Denmark/Chibi!Norway Fluff