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England is in a relationship with someone (it can be anyone, it doesn't matter). That nation, however, does something that ends up hurting England badly. He tries to keep it to himself like he usually does, but France can tell. After all, he has known England nearly their whole lives.
France decides he doesn't much like this turn of events and decides to go have a little talk with England's partner.
Whether England and his partner reconcile in the end is up to you. I would prefer no romantic FrUk in this setting though, just friendship/protectiveness
France decides he doesn't much like this turn of events and decides to go have a little talk with England's partner.
Whether England and his partner reconcile in the end is up to you. I would prefer no romantic FrUk in this setting though, just friendship/protectiveness
Human AUs and genderbends are more than accepted.
Spain and Romano marry because of politics or money issues, but they are still not in love. Their relationship starts pretty badly, but litle by little they fall in love.
Spain and Romano marry because of politics or money issues, but they are still not in love. Their relationship starts pretty badly, but litle by little they fall in love.
I love a good virgin America fill, but for once I would like to see one where he isn't. Everyone talks about England's experience, but why not America's? He is a melting pot with links to loads of countries and people, and a Wild West past...
So, I would like a fill where England thinks America has never slept with anyone but it turns out that yes, America has.
Bonus 1: no one in the G8 knew.
Bonus 2: Any of the following Nations as America's lovers: Ireland, Israel, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Switzerland, South Italy, Spain, Australia
Bonus 3: human lovers - anyone, American or not, who is famous and liked in the US. Not just Hollywood either.
So, I would like a fill where England thinks America has never slept with anyone but it turns out that yes, America has.
Bonus 1: no one in the G8 knew.
Bonus 2: Any of the following Nations as America's lovers: Ireland, Israel, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Switzerland, South Italy, Spain, Australia
Bonus 3: human lovers - anyone, American or not, who is famous and liked in the US. Not just Hollywood either.
My secret headcanon is that American and Mexico got it on as teenagers/colonies/half-way between so yes. Seconded/potential filler~
OP here, chiming in that is a prominent part of my (very flexible, it must be admitted) headcanon. Mexico/America would be very hot. Like, desert-hot, even. *rimshot*
In case you're not the writer below, I sure hope you try your hand at this! I would love to see a take on Mexico/America as colonies/teenagers.
In case you're not the writer below, I sure hope you try your hand at this! I would love to see a take on Mexico/America as colonies/teenagers.
[Notes: Netherlands - Lars, Denmark - Mathias, Israel - Leah, Mexico - Javier, Ireland - Keeva, Australia - Jack, Brazil - Armando, Romania - Alexandru, Madison - Liberia Enjoy! Also G8 2012 is May 18th-19th, and NATO is May 20th || Technically a future fic! Muahs]
The truth came out in the most weirdest way. Alfred was going to blame Alexandru on this one, because he always loved to stir the pot at meetings. Seriously, this was not the way that he wanted Arthur to find but, really, they thought HE was a virgin? Laughable!
"Wait, You thought I was a virgin? Seriously?" Alfred asked in the larger chamber room where the meeting was being held. it was more or less an informal G8 meeting in before the NATO summit would take place in two days. "I mean really? Lemme guess, because of my Puritan roots?" He couldn't help but ask that sarcastically.
"Alfred... you never gave us any indication that you weren't and you sometimes still blush in public when we talk about sex!" Arthur said in a matter of fact tone, with Francis oddly in agreement. "Arthur has a good point, Amerique ... even know you have a blush!"
Raising an eyebrow he heard each and everyone give their piece on why they all thought he was version. Ivan stated that he thought no one would want to touch Alfred due to Arthur staking claims in him. "Puritan Values" Ludwig, "Blushing and Never talk about" Antonio, Lovino and Romano claimed that since he was technically raised "British" he was just repressed. While Kiku and Yao just shrugged and both agreed that because of the pool of available lovers, there might be problems.
"Firstly, I am not that repressed, I had a healthy sex life. I will continue to have a healthy sex life.... with Arthur" Alfred continued starring down at everyone with a large smile on his face. "Secondly, I just rather not talk about my previous lovers, I know they talk about me to each other though, It is kind of a dick move to speak about it, well I think it is at least"
Alfred could feel both Francis and Arthur's eyes staring at him. Matthew coughed and looked at the two men.
"It's true... his list of lovers is too long for him to be a Virgin"
"Bro!"
"You had liasons with Jack and Jackie! In the Oval Office!"
That got the attention of the entire room, considering how Alfred did have cordial friendships with each sitting President. "Good Lord! Alfred, who have you slept with?" Arthur asked, while Francis just looked at Alfred with pride befitting a father.
"Leah, Lars, Mathias, Javier, Keeva, Jack, Alexandru, Madison, Armando, Sadiq,.... uh Jesse James, Annie Oakley, Rudolph Valentino, James Dean, Alexis de Toqueville, Jack and Jackie, uhh... Mata Hari... mhmm Oh and Mathilde Kschessinskaya, Tamara Karsavina..." he stopped and looked at everyone. who were surprised.
Alfred wasn't expecting for Arthur to scoop him up in a fireman's carry and march out out of the meeting room but did not mind the view he was being given at the moment. He gave one good grope and could hear a very nice growl from his lover. He'd worry about the reactions of the rest of the room later, he had a Briton to make very happy and introduce him to a pretty little tongue trick, Prima Ballerina Absoluta Kschessinskaya taught him.
FIN!
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* Mathilde Kschessinskaya & Tamara Karsavina were Prima Ballerina Asbolutas, meaning: a rank or title given to the most notable of female ballet dancers. To be recognised as a prima ballerina assoluta is a very rare honour, reserved only for the most exceptional prima ballerinas, usually those who have achieved international acclaim.
The truth came out in the most weirdest way. Alfred was going to blame Alexandru on this one, because he always loved to stir the pot at meetings. Seriously, this was not the way that he wanted Arthur to find but, really, they thought HE was a virgin? Laughable!
"Wait, You thought I was a virgin? Seriously?" Alfred asked in the larger chamber room where the meeting was being held. it was more or less an informal G8 meeting in before the NATO summit would take place in two days. "I mean really? Lemme guess, because of my Puritan roots?" He couldn't help but ask that sarcastically.
"Alfred... you never gave us any indication that you weren't and you sometimes still blush in public when we talk about sex!" Arthur said in a matter of fact tone, with Francis oddly in agreement. "Arthur has a good point, Amerique ... even know you have a blush!"
Raising an eyebrow he heard each and everyone give their piece on why they all thought he was version. Ivan stated that he thought no one would want to touch Alfred due to Arthur staking claims in him. "Puritan Values" Ludwig, "Blushing and Never talk about" Antonio, Lovino and Romano claimed that since he was technically raised "British" he was just repressed. While Kiku and Yao just shrugged and both agreed that because of the pool of available lovers, there might be problems.
"Firstly, I am not that repressed, I had a healthy sex life. I will continue to have a healthy sex life.... with Arthur" Alfred continued starring down at everyone with a large smile on his face. "Secondly, I just rather not talk about my previous lovers, I know they talk about me to each other though, It is kind of a dick move to speak about it, well I think it is at least"
Alfred could feel both Francis and Arthur's eyes staring at him. Matthew coughed and looked at the two men.
"It's true... his list of lovers is too long for him to be a Virgin"
"Bro!"
"You had liasons with Jack and Jackie! In the Oval Office!"
That got the attention of the entire room, considering how Alfred did have cordial friendships with each sitting President. "Good Lord! Alfred, who have you slept with?" Arthur asked, while Francis just looked at Alfred with pride befitting a father.
"Leah, Lars, Mathias, Javier, Keeva, Jack, Alexandru, Madison, Armando, Sadiq,.... uh Jesse James, Annie Oakley, Rudolph Valentino, James Dean, Alexis de Toqueville, Jack and Jackie, uhh... Mata Hari... mhmm Oh and Mathilde Kschessinskaya, Tamara Karsavina..." he stopped and looked at everyone. who were surprised.
Alfred wasn't expecting for Arthur to scoop him up in a fireman's carry and march out out of the meeting room but did not mind the view he was being given at the moment. He gave one good grope and could hear a very nice growl from his lover. He'd worry about the reactions of the rest of the room later, he had a Briton to make very happy and introduce him to a pretty little tongue trick, Prima Ballerina Absoluta Kschessinskaya taught him.
FIN!
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* Mathilde Kschessinskaya & Tamara Karsavina were Prima Ballerina Asbolutas, meaning: a rank or title given to the most notable of female ballet dancers. To be recognised as a prima ballerina assoluta is a very rare honour, reserved only for the most exceptional prima ballerinas, usually those who have achieved international acclaim.
First of all, I love that song.
Second of all, thank you! I really like this fill. And I also like the tie-ins to real life (I always smile when references to real/upcoming international conferences happen, it makes reading the newspapers later so much more fun) and the Nations and people you chose.
Canada complaining about Jack/Al/Jackie (threesome, or two separate occasions? Either way hawt) in the Oval Office made me laugh. Poor Mattie, did he (and his Boss?) walk in on them?
And also, the bit about James Dean and the Prima Ballerinas made me smile so wide. It's fun imagining Russia's reaction.
Second of all, thank you! I really like this fill. And I also like the tie-ins to real life (I always smile when references to real/upcoming international conferences happen, it makes reading the newspapers later so much more fun) and the Nations and people you chose.
Canada complaining about Jack/Al/Jackie (threesome, or two separate occasions? Either way hawt) in the Oval Office made me laugh. Poor Mattie, did he (and his Boss?) walk in on them?
And also, the bit about James Dean and the Prima Ballerinas made me smile so wide. It's fun imagining Russia's reaction.
A!A here; I am so happy you enjoyed it!
I like to throw in real bits, and I figured that since there was a meeting coming up, it would be the PERFECT time to get the cast together for it. And thank you! I tried to get a mix of close allies, older friends, and random countries that people would go "Waaaa". Case in point: Liberia.
And yeah, it was Jack/Al/Jackie, as in a threesome in the Oval Office, and yes Matthew walked in on them getting it on.
I may or may not write a small of Russian in shock that America slept with HIS Ballerina's!
I like to throw in real bits, and I figured that since there was a meeting coming up, it would be the PERFECT time to get the cast together for it. And thank you! I tried to get a mix of close allies, older friends, and random countries that people would go "Waaaa". Case in point: Liberia.
And yeah, it was Jack/Al/Jackie, as in a threesome in the Oval Office, and yes Matthew walked in on them getting it on.
I may or may not write a small of Russian in shock that America slept with HIS Ballerina's!
Ha ha, cute fill. But why those ballerinas in particular and not Anna Pavlova?
Author anon here!
Growing up Mathilde and Tamara were the dancers I dreamed of being like; to me, they were the cream of the crop, the best. my last dance I actually did was Kschessinskaya's version of The Pharaoh's Daughter, and I personally just love Tamara, she holds the distinction of being one of the founders of the Royal Academy of Dance.
So I really just threw them in there for funs sake. I do love Pavlova though
Growing up Mathilde and Tamara were the dancers I dreamed of being like; to me, they were the cream of the crop, the best. my last dance I actually did was Kschessinskaya's version of The Pharaoh's Daughter, and I personally just love Tamara, she holds the distinction of being one of the founders of the Royal Academy of Dance.
So I really just threw them in there for funs sake. I do love Pavlova though
When sung in a nation's native tongue, "Marukaite Chikyuu" is a powerful magical spell. Why else were Hungary and Austria so fascinated when Italy sang it? As well as the nations' individual versions, there's an ultimate whole-world version which is the most powerful. Up to you what exactly it does, but it gets more powerful as more singers join in, reaching epic levels as more and more of the cast join.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html?thread=91756537#t91756537
Not author!anon.
Not author!anon.
A character gets raped by another/s and the former pretty much shrugs it off as an uncomfortable incident and is more upset about any lost money or ruined clothes or having to do a check-up. Any reasons for this reaction is up to anon.
Bonus if the survivor is Greece or China.
Bonus if the survivor is Greece or China.
Ooh, seconding! (Sounds kind of like the opposite of a fic of mine, in which the nations thought rape was unimportant until it happened to one of them ...)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html?thread=97819385#t97819385
In the Assassin's Creed universe, two factions are behind everything that's ever happened: the Templars and the Assassins, one who prefers perfect order,the other who advocates complete freedom.
The Nations, most of whom have people in both groups, are caught in the middle and they know it. Depending on who's in charge, they can find themselves unwillingly attached to either side, both of which, they suspect, find their grand causes or philosophies more important than the actual practical well-being of the people.
How do they cope?
Bonus: reference to the AC verse explanation for WW2: that it was planned by four Templars: Hitler, Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill.
The Nations, most of whom have people in both groups, are caught in the middle and they know it. Depending on who's in charge, they can find themselves unwillingly attached to either side, both of which, they suspect, find their grand causes or philosophies more important than the actual practical well-being of the people.
How do they cope?
Bonus: reference to the AC verse explanation for WW2: that it was planned by four Templars: Hitler, Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill.
A normal human meets an attractive, if odd and somewhat shouty, couple in a bar and ends up in a one night stand with the two of them. The couple's actions and conversations with each other let the reader know who the couple is, but the human character, while observing their interactions, never figures out exactly who or what he or she slept with.
Long story short, Either Jamaica or the Netherlands bring super special brownies over the world meeting and America decides they have to share to everyone without telling them, to their horror when they come back, everyone is high as a kite.
Bonus if Germany freaks the fuck out becasue he's SEEING SOME SERIOUS SHIT MAN.
Bonus if Germany freaks the fuck out becasue he's SEEING SOME SERIOUS SHIT MAN.
America's bluegrass music is very heavily inspired by music brought over by Irish and Scottish immigrants. I'd love to see the three of them playing music together.
Bonus- They still get together to play, even in modern times.
Bonus- They still get together to play, even in modern times.
Because anon cannot get over how incredibly moe child!Russia is, this anon would like to see a human AU fic with a young gay couple, Arthur and Francis, adopting/fostering a Russian boy named Ivan. Unfortunately, Ivan has had a troubled childhood and has behavioural issues. This is particularly trying on Arthur, who had reservations about adopting but eventually agreed because Francis wanted kids badly. Cue: family drama!
I'd like to request no shota on this one: I'd like the relationship to remain strictly parent-and-child.
Bonus #1: Setting can be in any place that allows gay couples to foster/adopt, but I have a soft spot for London.
Bonus #2: Matt & Alfred! Not fussed about how they're worked in or their relationship w/ the main characters, but I'd love to see some interaction.
I'd like to request no shota on this one: I'd like the relationship to remain strictly parent-and-child.
Bonus #1: Setting can be in any place that allows gay couples to foster/adopt, but I have a soft spot for London.
Bonus #2: Matt & Alfred! Not fussed about how they're worked in or their relationship w/ the main characters, but I'd love to see some interaction.
Spain and Romano are two men who find themselves sharing a flat after having divorced from their wives. Obviously, since this is an spamano AU, the turning point is both of them are gay, although they don't know the each other is at the beginning. Spain has accepted it, but Romano is still in denial. Their relationship is full of obstacles, especially in the beginning, since they pretty much have opposite personalities, but they still manage to become good friends with time and then falling in love.
Bonus: they bond through their shared interests (gardening, for example).
Bonus: they bond through their shared interests (gardening, for example).
Sweet cuddly cheerful Korea, on the battlefield, slaughtering all in his path and fucking loving every second of it. Not civilians, please, as near to a fair fight as you can get with a nation fighting humans. He doesn't have America's superstrength but he's still stronger than a human and his wounds heal up too rapidly to take him down, so not very fair at all, but still sticking with people who signed up for it, if you get my meaning. And not his "evil" self as such; just short on empathy. Preferably set some time before widespread use of guns. Traditional Korean weaponry is fun: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Traditional_Korean_weapons No resentment between him and his nation-tan opponent, whichever one wins - it's just part of the job. Cute boys giggling adorably while soaked in blood makes me squee.
An immortal Faerie Queen is looking for a husband who won't, well, die on her. After all, that would be a bit of an inconvenience. During this hunt she finds the nations and falls for France. Soon she makes her decision and spirits him away. After a while, the other nations somehow find out about this and manage to get to the Faerie Realm to save him.
While there, they meet a person ho, as it later turns out, is France's son/daughter. Turns out time flows differently in that world and, for him, he's been there for many years (he's still a nation so he hasn't aged). Also, the queen's put a spell on him so he doesn't remember anything about them (not out of malice, but rather so he won't be homesick). They don't even look vaguely familiar to him or something like that.
I would prefer if no pairings were used, simply because I'm not very fond of shipping stories.
Bonus 1: Monaco, Seychelles or Italy being part of the group that goes to save him rather than (or together with) Canada.
Bonus 2: America trying and failing to break the spell with the power of friendship.
While there, they meet a person ho, as it later turns out, is France's son/daughter. Turns out time flows differently in that world and, for him, he's been there for many years (he's still a nation so he hasn't aged). Also, the queen's put a spell on him so he doesn't remember anything about them (not out of malice, but rather so he won't be homesick). They don't even look vaguely familiar to him or something like that.
I would prefer if no pairings were used, simply because I'm not very fond of shipping stories.
Bonus 1: Monaco, Seychelles or Italy being part of the group that goes to save him rather than (or together with) Canada.
Bonus 2: America trying and failing to break the spell with the power of friendship.
Oh my god, this sounds like an amazing (and potentially heartbreaking) prompt! I especially love the bit about the Faerie Queen wanting to spare France from homesickness rather than being malicious. Seconded so very hard!
Just like the title says any nation is pregnant (mpreg, gender-bending, female nation gets female nation pregnant, heterosexual couple I really don't care it's all fine with me) and now they are having food cravings. Can be weird food combinations, or just something they really like to eat and eat a lot of now. Any pairings are fine but please no FACE family.
Bonus: If you use Romano he/she craves potatoes
Bonus: If you use Romano he/she craves potatoes
oh my god, anon. i totally want to do this with fem!romano and prussia.
Anon loves Prussia and Romano and would love if you do fill it with fem!Romano and Prussia! Looking forward to it!
I came to let you know that I was the OP incase you weren't sure and I see a reply. I love AUs anything you want to do with the prompt is fine by me! I'm so excited for this!
*waves* Hello, amateur author!anon here. I'm no good at writing, but I saw your prompt and just had to fill it… Please accept my meager offering for such a wonderful idea. Um, RusAme, with genderbent!Russia. I know it's not what you asked for; I'm so sorry. D:
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Anya Braginskaya had only been to the United States of America once before in her life, and the second time around didn't make the experience any less unnerving. She usually thought herself a strong woman, one with nerves of steel (especially considering the little brother she had to put up with), but a combination of culture shock and language barriers could quickly shake the most stoic of men in their trousers.
It was on a day better than most that she found herself rather hungry and her fridge empty, so she ventured out of her small apartment across a busy street to a strip mall a few minutes' walk away. Inside was a fastfood sandwich joint that put together subs and hoagies right in front of the customers, and it was one of the few restaurants in the area that she could both afford and tolerate simultaneously.
The day was also warmer than most and much hotter than what she experienced in Russia, so Anya had decided to wear some clothes that were a bit on the risqué side for her. She was nervous to be seen in public in such shorts and a tight-fitting tanktop, but it was the style the summer, and she had seen women much larger than herself traipsing around the country in much less. She tried to convince herself it would be all right.
It was just a quick jog across the street anyhow.
The young Russian woman pushed open the door and shivered in relief at the wave of cold air brushing against her exposed neck, for the temperature had forced her to tame her thick silver hair into a high ponytail.
The males at the counter were young and friendly, chuckling behind open palms and grinning at her sideways. “Hello, lovely lady,” one of them said, the others' chuckling increasing.
Anya smiled. How friendly they were.
“Um, yes, could I have a wheat sub please? With ham?” Her accent was thick and awkward, but surely that wouldn't be a problem; she had been practicing.
“Half and half or double meat?” One of the boys in the back who wasn't working the counter, a blond with a ridiculous cowlick, frowned.
How nice of them to ask! “Double!” She was feeling rather hungry. “And provolone as the cheese. Could you be toasting it?”
More sniggers. “Yeah, whatever you want. I'll even give you extra cheese too.” The blond with the cowlick thumped his mop on the floor vigorously. Anya continued down the line of vegetables, delighted at the boys' friendliness and warmth. It was easier than she thought coming to this country!
When it was time to check out, Anya was ready. She wanted nothing but the sandwich. She smiled, open and bright.
“Would you like a pop with that?” he inquired.
“Oh? N-No, thank you.”
“How 'bout some chips or whatever?”
“Um, no, just the sandwich.”
“OK, so a cookie then?”
Anya's smile dropped a degree. “No, sandwich only.”
The boys crowded together behind the counter like a gang, a group of sniggering monkeys batting at an injured bird. The blond continued to mop. “Are you sure, darling? God only knows you hardly need it, but it'd be a shame for a healthy girl like you to go hungry for a day.”
Anya's smile froze.
Healthy.
The way they said that word. The way they chortled behind hands and looked at her.
They were mocking her.
They thought she was—
The air around the Russian suddenly grew many degrees colder, and her smile became crazed and plastic. Righteous fury bubbled in her chest, shooting up her spine quickly and leaving goosebumps and shakes in its wake. Her body moved of its own accord, thrusting her curled right fist into the face of the bastard in front of her.
And then she ran, ignoring the call of the blond who dropped his mop and rushed out after her.
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OK, so I'm not sure if I should continue or just give up… I hope OP!Anon does not hate this. ^_^;;
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Anya Braginskaya had only been to the United States of America once before in her life, and the second time around didn't make the experience any less unnerving. She usually thought herself a strong woman, one with nerves of steel (especially considering the little brother she had to put up with), but a combination of culture shock and language barriers could quickly shake the most stoic of men in their trousers.
It was on a day better than most that she found herself rather hungry and her fridge empty, so she ventured out of her small apartment across a busy street to a strip mall a few minutes' walk away. Inside was a fastfood sandwich joint that put together subs and hoagies right in front of the customers, and it was one of the few restaurants in the area that she could both afford and tolerate simultaneously.
The day was also warmer than most and much hotter than what she experienced in Russia, so Anya had decided to wear some clothes that were a bit on the risqué side for her. She was nervous to be seen in public in such shorts and a tight-fitting tanktop, but it was the style the summer, and she had seen women much larger than herself traipsing around the country in much less. She tried to convince herself it would be all right.
It was just a quick jog across the street anyhow.
The young Russian woman pushed open the door and shivered in relief at the wave of cold air brushing against her exposed neck, for the temperature had forced her to tame her thick silver hair into a high ponytail.
The males at the counter were young and friendly, chuckling behind open palms and grinning at her sideways. “Hello, lovely lady,” one of them said, the others' chuckling increasing.
Anya smiled. How friendly they were.
“Um, yes, could I have a wheat sub please? With ham?” Her accent was thick and awkward, but surely that wouldn't be a problem; she had been practicing.
“Half and half or double meat?” One of the boys in the back who wasn't working the counter, a blond with a ridiculous cowlick, frowned.
How nice of them to ask! “Double!” She was feeling rather hungry. “And provolone as the cheese. Could you be toasting it?”
More sniggers. “Yeah, whatever you want. I'll even give you extra cheese too.” The blond with the cowlick thumped his mop on the floor vigorously. Anya continued down the line of vegetables, delighted at the boys' friendliness and warmth. It was easier than she thought coming to this country!
When it was time to check out, Anya was ready. She wanted nothing but the sandwich. She smiled, open and bright.
“Would you like a pop with that?” he inquired.
“Oh? N-No, thank you.”
“How 'bout some chips or whatever?”
“Um, no, just the sandwich.”
“OK, so a cookie then?”
Anya's smile dropped a degree. “No, sandwich only.”
The boys crowded together behind the counter like a gang, a group of sniggering monkeys batting at an injured bird. The blond continued to mop. “Are you sure, darling? God only knows you hardly need it, but it'd be a shame for a healthy girl like you to go hungry for a day.”
Anya's smile froze.
Healthy.
The way they said that word. The way they chortled behind hands and looked at her.
They were mocking her.
They thought she was—
The air around the Russian suddenly grew many degrees colder, and her smile became crazed and plastic. Righteous fury bubbled in her chest, shooting up her spine quickly and leaving goosebumps and shakes in its wake. Her body moved of its own accord, thrusting her curled right fist into the face of the bastard in front of her.
And then she ran, ignoring the call of the blond who dropped his mop and rushed out after her.
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OK, so I'm not sure if I should continue or just give up… I hope OP!Anon does not hate this. ^_^;;
This looks like it's going to turn out to be rather sweet. Or not, we haven't seen America and Russia interact yet. With them it can go either way.
I would like it very much if you continued. If my opionion helps at all.
I would like it very much if you continued. If my opionion helps at all.
Yeeeeeesssss, punch that mofo into next Tuesday! >:D
I do hope she's okay, though...
This looks really cool! I'm already loving your Anya - can't wait to see your Alfred. :3
I do hope she's okay, though...
This looks really cool! I'm already loving your Anya - can't wait to see your Alfred. :3
I really enjoyed the beginning. Hope to see more soon. :)
Author anon, if you're still around, I'd love it if you continued this story! It's lovely! <3
Someone asks Russia who Baba Yaga is and if the myth is real. Russia tells them about his childhood adventure of going to find her to prove to either someone else or himself that she is real.
Bonus: He does find her and he does something bad that makes her mad
Bonus: She is still angry with him
Bonus: He does find her and he does something bad that makes her mad
Bonus: She is still angry with him
Many/Canada - Canada is secretly dating/sleeping with lots of nations
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)Canada is dating a lot of nations but they all think they're the only one. When they find out there's a bunch of anger so they decide to teach Canada a lesson... through a gangbang!
I'd prefer a mix of Canada topping and bottoming.
Bonus for pre-revelation sex scenes and date scenes.
I'd also prefer if canada enjoys the "punnishment". ;)
I'd prefer a mix of Canada topping and bottoming.
Bonus for pre-revelation sex scenes and date scenes.
I'd also prefer if canada enjoys the "punnishment". ;)
I think I made that unclear. (That's what I get for writing this on my way to work)
Bonus: Mix of Canada topping and bottoming in his relationships before he's caught. Do what you want with him after.
Bonus: Pre-revelation sex/date scenes.
NOT A BONUS: Canada enjoying his punnishment. He can be conflicted about enjoying it tho. He should feel guilty after all.
Bonus I forgot to mention: Finding out they were all sleeping with Canada gets other couples together.
Bonuses are just that, BONUSES. Not necessary.
Bonus: Mix of Canada topping and bottoming in his relationships before he's caught. Do what you want with him after.
Bonus: Pre-revelation sex/date scenes.
NOT A BONUS: Canada enjoying his punnishment. He can be conflicted about enjoying it tho. He should feel guilty after all.
Bonus I forgot to mention: Finding out they were all sleeping with Canada gets other couples together.
Bonuses are just that, BONUSES. Not necessary.
Franadian
What comes when a French person, and a Canadian person breed, creating the perfect human being, spiritually, physically, and mentally, known as the Franadian. It is unknown why, but some of an accent they can call upon on will that resembles a German and Russian accent. Their roaming grounds is a mythological land known as Franada.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Franadian
France and Canada have children together. Said children are the most smoking things the world has ever seen.
Human AU or country, no preference. Genderswitch or Mpreg is fine.
Bonuses:
1) protective!papa (or mama) France
2) America gets to be the cool uncle
What comes when a French person, and a Canadian person breed, creating the perfect human being, spiritually, physically, and mentally, known as the Franadian. It is unknown why, but some of an accent they can call upon on will that resembles a German and Russian accent. Their roaming grounds is a mythological land known as Franada.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Franadian
France and Canada have children together. Said children are the most smoking things the world has ever seen.
Human AU or country, no preference. Genderswitch or Mpreg is fine.
Bonuses:
1) protective!papa (or mama) France
2) America gets to be the cool uncle
(708):
I still love him regardless of his misguided forays into heterosexuality
I still love him regardless of his misguided forays into heterosexuality
"Oh my God," Poland said. "Don't look. Hungary, don't, he'll freaking see us – what's he doing now?"
"Buying flowers," Hungary said, tucking her hair further under her scarf. "Relax, he'll think I'm Iran."
"Yeah, right, if Iran suddenly decided to wear a scarf in Hungarian colours," Poland said, peering round from behind the magazine rack to look across the square towards the florists. "Roses," he squeaked in outrage. "He's buying her red roses!"
"It's a nice thing to buy for a date," Hungary said, and giggled unrepentantly at Poland's expression. "Don't be so childish, Po. He's allowed have a girlfriend."
"Since when?" Poland muttered, watching Lithuania walk off with the flowers. "Target's moving, time to relocate the surveillance team."
"Have you been watching spy movies again?" Hungary said, and let him grab her hand and tug her along in his wake. "I'm not sure this is a particularly good hobby for you, Po."
"How would you like it if Austria started buying flowers for someone else?" Poland said. "Like, I dunno, Liechtenstein or Romania or someone?" He dragged Hungary down to crouch behind a rubbish bin. "Maybe it's just a friendly meeting," he said hopefully. "I totally wouldn't think of Starbucks and romance going together, would you?"
"Ehh, exotic American coffee," Hungary said. "Maybe he thinks a frappuccino is his way to get lucky." She giggled again at the poisonous look Poland sent her way. "Look! Here she comes."
Poland ground his teeth audibly. "Don't let me go over there and get in a cat fight," he said. "Promise?"
"Promise."
They watched Belarus stalk up to the Starbucks entrance, pluck the flowers from Lithuania's hands, toss them into the gutter and walk away, leaving him standing there, open-mouthed and shocked.
"I've . . . seen more successful dates," Hungary said after a moment.
"She didn't break any bones, he'll probably think that's, like, a declaration of eternal love," Poland sighed. "He looks totally sad. I should go give him a hug -"
Hungary pulled him back down behind the rubbish bin. "You're a useless spy!" she hissed. "At least wait long enough so it looks vaguely coincidental when you show up!" She peered out again. "He's leaving -"
Poland's phone rang. He jumped, and pulled it from his pocket, waving it meaningfully at Hungary before answering. "Hey, Liet! What's up? I'm – just getting some milk and bread right now, but I can be home in ten minutes if you want to come over? Sure! See you!" He put the phone away and sprang up. "I need to buy milk and bread, like, now and get home!"
Hungary pointed to the shop on the corner and followed him as he rushed in and grabbed up a random packet of bread rolls and a litre of milk.
"Try not to seduce him while he's feeling down," she said.
"Please. Purely platonic friendship stuff going on here."
"Right," she said. "That really helps to explain these spying missions. Why not just let him make a fool of himself without the audience, Po?"
Poland grinned cheerfully. "You know me, I still, like, love him regardless of his misguided forays into heterosexuality." He kissed her cheek. "See you for another mission next week?"
"Yeah, OK," she said.
"Wear a scarf in someone else's colours!"
Hungary laughed and watched him sprint away, trying to make it back to his house before Lithuania.
"Buying flowers," Hungary said, tucking her hair further under her scarf. "Relax, he'll think I'm Iran."
"Yeah, right, if Iran suddenly decided to wear a scarf in Hungarian colours," Poland said, peering round from behind the magazine rack to look across the square towards the florists. "Roses," he squeaked in outrage. "He's buying her red roses!"
"It's a nice thing to buy for a date," Hungary said, and giggled unrepentantly at Poland's expression. "Don't be so childish, Po. He's allowed have a girlfriend."
"Since when?" Poland muttered, watching Lithuania walk off with the flowers. "Target's moving, time to relocate the surveillance team."
"Have you been watching spy movies again?" Hungary said, and let him grab her hand and tug her along in his wake. "I'm not sure this is a particularly good hobby for you, Po."
"How would you like it if Austria started buying flowers for someone else?" Poland said. "Like, I dunno, Liechtenstein or Romania or someone?" He dragged Hungary down to crouch behind a rubbish bin. "Maybe it's just a friendly meeting," he said hopefully. "I totally wouldn't think of Starbucks and romance going together, would you?"
"Ehh, exotic American coffee," Hungary said. "Maybe he thinks a frappuccino is his way to get lucky." She giggled again at the poisonous look Poland sent her way. "Look! Here she comes."
Poland ground his teeth audibly. "Don't let me go over there and get in a cat fight," he said. "Promise?"
"Promise."
They watched Belarus stalk up to the Starbucks entrance, pluck the flowers from Lithuania's hands, toss them into the gutter and walk away, leaving him standing there, open-mouthed and shocked.
"I've . . . seen more successful dates," Hungary said after a moment.
"She didn't break any bones, he'll probably think that's, like, a declaration of eternal love," Poland sighed. "He looks totally sad. I should go give him a hug -"
Hungary pulled him back down behind the rubbish bin. "You're a useless spy!" she hissed. "At least wait long enough so it looks vaguely coincidental when you show up!" She peered out again. "He's leaving -"
Poland's phone rang. He jumped, and pulled it from his pocket, waving it meaningfully at Hungary before answering. "Hey, Liet! What's up? I'm – just getting some milk and bread right now, but I can be home in ten minutes if you want to come over? Sure! See you!" He put the phone away and sprang up. "I need to buy milk and bread, like, now and get home!"
Hungary pointed to the shop on the corner and followed him as he rushed in and grabbed up a random packet of bread rolls and a litre of milk.
"Try not to seduce him while he's feeling down," she said.
"Please. Purely platonic friendship stuff going on here."
"Right," she said. "That really helps to explain these spying missions. Why not just let him make a fool of himself without the audience, Po?"
Poland grinned cheerfully. "You know me, I still, like, love him regardless of his misguided forays into heterosexuality." He kissed her cheek. "See you for another mission next week?"
"Yeah, OK," she said.
"Wear a scarf in someone else's colours!"
Hungary laughed and watched him sprint away, trying to make it back to his house before Lithuania.
Aaawwwww! This is adorable! Poor Poland, being the jealous ex is tough. Just stick it out Po! He'll come around... maybe.
Thank you! Poland will just have to watch him till he does :-)
oh my god, finally! some awesome, adorable LietPol goodness back on the kink meme! <333
I loved this, anon! it was so sweet and ic, and I only wish there were more!
I loved this, anon! it was so sweet and ic, and I only wish there were more!
B'aww, poor Poland. This is funny and cute; well done!
I also find it hilarious that Hungary and Iran have the same colours. Was that intentional?
Thank you!
Same colours, but in a different order! Hungary was not wearing hers the proper way round for it to be a successful disguise :-)
Same colours, but in a different order! Hungary was not wearing hers the proper way round for it to be a successful disguise :-)
Netherlands/Sealand noncon Netherlands makes Sealand his sextoy
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)I'd like a noncon fanfic fill or artfill where Netherlands kidnaps Sealand during a war or world meeting or whatever and makes him his sextoy. Shota, forced oral bukkake, humiliation no genderbend.
Bonus# 1 Netherlands makes Sealand suck him off in front of England.
Bonus# 2 Netherlands makes Sealand dress in loli outfits
Bonus# 1 Netherlands makes Sealand suck him off in front of England.
Bonus# 2 Netherlands makes Sealand dress in loli outfits
Oh, and non-con! Forgot to mention that... though this is all in the original request anyway so.
OP here! That is hot! I love it! I'd love it if there were multiple fills, say if someone wanted to do a fanfic....
Artist!Anon!!!! You're so amazing! Sealand is just... I don't even have the words for the levels of aroused I am right now!
hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng
ANON
YOU HAVE TO MAKE MORE ARTFILL
this is... guh
ANON
YOU HAVE TO MAKE MORE ARTFILL
this is... guh
Artist!Anon here, replying all in one to conserve comment space
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)Wow, I'm so glad you guys liked this! Thank you so much for your comments! :D
OP, thank you for the fun prompt! And I do hope you get a fic fill - I'd be interested to read it.
Anon who asked - I'm sure I will make more artfills in the future. Just rooting around for sufficiently kinky prompts. |≖◡≖)~
OP, thank you for the fun prompt! And I do hope you get a fic fill - I'd be interested to read it.
Anon who asked - I'm sure I will make more artfills in the future. Just rooting around for sufficiently kinky prompts. |≖◡≖)~
In the country of Netherlands, said Nation was sitting at his desk in his office doing paperwork. The Dutch nation was in a good mood considering the circumstances. Recently, Lars had found himself in a fiasco of a war with young micro nation Sealand of all people! The foolish 12 year old nation had saved up his money to buy a battle mecca from Japan, and had gathered all of his citizens in a war against Netherlands. The naive little boy had gotten it in his head that he could defeat Netherlands causing him to fall and then he would claim Netherland's land for himself. To say that was a stupid move on the young man's part is an understatement! Sealand had arrogantly thought the mecca would be enough to conquer the Dutch nation's army, such a foolish strategy only proved disastrous for the young micro nation. As to what possessed young Peter to wage such a preposterous war against Lars he would never know. Truth be told he did not care truth be told, Netherlands was just relieved that this folly of a war ended as quick as it did and with him victorious. Lar's army was able to swiftly take down the moronic little child's small and pathetic army within the course of two days. It was painfully apparent that Sealand had not thought his strategy for victory through and the 12 year old found himself so overwhelmed by the sheer force of Netherlands army, he quickly surrendered to him if only to spare his citizens from being slaughtered. His commander had captured the young micro nation and was delivering him to Lars as was requested.
So, now Netherlands sat diligently working on his paperwork, occasional glancing at the clock on the wall, waiting in anticipation for news of his little prisoner's arrival as if he were a child laying awake in his bed on the night of Christmas Eve, impatiently awaiting the arrival of morning so he could open his gifts. Lars was looking forward to confronting Peter and administering his punishment for daring to start a war against him. The plans he had in mind for Sealand were going to prove very enjoyable for the Dutch nation.
As Lars sorted through his paperwork, He was brought out of his thoughts by his cellphone suddenly ringing. Netherlands took his phone from his pocket and answered it. "Hello?" Netherlands greeted his caller.
"Sir this is Commander Gorgon, I have the prisoner with me and will be arriving at your house as you requested shortly ." The voice on the other end replied.
Netherlands smiled in delight at the good news. 'Finally now the fun can begin!' Netherlands thought to himself.
"Very good, bring him to my bedroom the moment you arrive, my room has been secured to ensure that my 'guest' cannot escape. How soon will you arrive?"
"We should be there in ten minutes sir." The Commander informed Lars.
"Excellent, I'll be awaiting Sealand's arrival soon." Was Netherland's pleased reply. After saying goodbye to his Commander, Lars hung up the phone an evil smile gracing his face.
"Soon Sealand. You will be mine forever." Netherlands said to himself in a sinister voice.
As Lars sorted through his paperwork, He was brought out of his thoughts by his cellphone suddenly ringing. Netherlands took his phone from his pocket and answered it. "Hello?" Netherlands greeted his caller.
"Sir this is Commander Gorgon, I have the prisoner with me and will be arriving at your house as you requested shortly ." The voice on the other end replied.
Netherlands smiled in delight at the good news. 'Finally now the fun can begin!' Netherlands thought to himself.
"Very good, bring him to my bedroom the moment you arrive, my room has been secured to ensure that my 'guest' cannot escape. How soon will you arrive?"
"We should be there in ten minutes sir." The Commander informed Lars.
"Excellent, I'll be awaiting Sealand's arrival soon." Was Netherland's pleased reply. After saying goodbye to his Commander, Lars hung up the phone an evil smile gracing his face.
"Soon Sealand. You will be mine forever." Netherlands said to himself in a sinister voice.
Ten minutes seemed to pass painfully slow for Netherlands, who was rather eager to punish his young prisoner. Finally for what seemed like an eternity, a servant knocked on his door informing him that Sealand was in his bedroom waiting for him. Netherlands rose from his seat and swiftly made his way to the bedroom and opened the door to behold the sight before him. Sitting on his bed, his ocean blue eyes red with tears was the object of Netherlands desires Peter Kirkland otherwise known as Sealand. The young lithe blonde haired boy was the epitome of misery itself. Netherlands would have almost felt sorry for the poor boy had it not been for the reprehensible acts he committed against the Dutch nation.
"Well, look at what have we got here. It's nice to see you Sealand, I hope you've been enjoying my hospitality, despite your very rude behavior you've shown me by starting a war with me." Netherlands said.
The young micro nation looked up at his captor fearfully. "Please Netherlands!" Sealand begged desperately "I'm sorry for trying to defeat me please let me go I'll do whatever you want!" Sealand sobbed in a frightened voice.
"Well, look at what have we got here. It's nice to see you Sealand, I hope you've been enjoying my hospitality, despite your very rude behavior you've shown me by starting a war with me." Netherlands said.
The young micro nation looked up at his captor fearfully. "Please Netherlands!" Sealand begged desperately "I'm sorry for trying to defeat me please let me go I'll do whatever you want!" Sealand sobbed in a frightened voice.
Lars chuckled at the young boy. "oh my dear Peter, I'm afraid it doesn't work that way, technically since you lost the war to me you are now my property." The Dutch nation informed his captive. A fresh batch of tears fell from Sealand's eyes.\
"No! Please keep me prisoner! I'll do whatever you want! If it's money you want you can have it! Name your price I'm sure I can get my jerk Brother England to help me out!" Peter pleaded to Netherlands.
Netherlands let out an evil laugh. "If you're expecting your dear older brother to bail you out, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Netherlands informed the young micro nation.
"A very reliable source has told me, that England's boss won't allow him to rescue you under no circumstances, seeing how it would be too much trouble." Said Netherlands with an evil smile on his face.
The Dutch nation took in the horrified look on Sealand's face with amusement at hearing his brother would not help him.
"Besides, even if your brother did try to rescue you I would not let him take you from me." Lars purred.
"Now my pet, it's time we begin your punishment." Netherlands informed his captive.
"W-what is it?" stammered Sealand, dreading whatever torture Netherlands would force him to endure.
"As of now, my dear Peter you are going to be my sex toy. From this day forth you exist only to satisfy me." Replied Lars.
Peter let out a horrified gasp upon hearing his fate.
"No! Please keep me prisoner! I'll do whatever you want! If it's money you want you can have it! Name your price I'm sure I can get my jerk Brother England to help me out!" Peter pleaded to Netherlands.
Netherlands let out an evil laugh. "If you're expecting your dear older brother to bail you out, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Netherlands informed the young micro nation.
"A very reliable source has told me, that England's boss won't allow him to rescue you under no circumstances, seeing how it would be too much trouble." Said Netherlands with an evil smile on his face.
The Dutch nation took in the horrified look on Sealand's face with amusement at hearing his brother would not help him.
"Besides, even if your brother did try to rescue you I would not let him take you from me." Lars purred.
"Now my pet, it's time we begin your punishment." Netherlands informed his captive.
"W-what is it?" stammered Sealand, dreading whatever torture Netherlands would force him to endure.
"As of now, my dear Peter you are going to be my sex toy. From this day forth you exist only to satisfy me." Replied Lars.
Peter let out a horrified gasp upon hearing his fate.
"N-no! No!" cried Sealand in terror. "Please! Anything but that! I'll clean your house, wash your car, help out in your country, allow you to whip me, but please! Please don't rape me I'm begging you!" Sealand begged Netherlands in a desperate attempt to save his virginity. Netherlands merely shook his head and chuckled at the young micro nation.
"You don't have a choice my dear slave." Netherlands informed the frightened boy.
Netherlands undid his pants and revealed his hardened cock.
"Now then Peter come over here and suck my cock."
"No no! You can't make me!" Sealand cried out in fear.
"Oh, yes I can my dear boy now quit stalling and suck my cock!" Netherlands commanded his slave impatiently.
The Dutch nation walked over to his new sex toy and forced him onto his knees.
"Now I suggest you open that cute little mouth and start sucking my dick." Netherlands informed Sealand coldly.
"You don't have a choice my dear slave." Netherlands informed the frightened boy.
Netherlands undid his pants and revealed his hardened cock.
"Now then Peter come over here and suck my cock."
"No no! You can't make me!" Sealand cried out in fear.
"Oh, yes I can my dear boy now quit stalling and suck my cock!" Netherlands commanded his slave impatiently.
The Dutch nation walked over to his new sex toy and forced him onto his knees.
"Now I suggest you open that cute little mouth and start sucking my dick." Netherlands informed Sealand coldly.
Netherlands put his hand on Sealand's head and held his erection to Sealnds mouth in order to get his new pet to perform the sex act, but Sealand definitely wanted no part of that,a tried to squrim away his mouth firmly shut in an effort to not perform the degrading act.
"You better open up that little mouth of you and give me head Peter! I'm not kidding around!" Lars warned his captive quickly growing angry at the brat's insolence.
Peter defiantly tried to wrench himself out of the Dutch nation's grip still unwilling to give Lars what he wanted.
Growing tired with the boy's stubbornness Netherlands gripped a fistful of Sealand's blonde locks, and gave a vicious twist. Peter opened his mouth to cry out in pain, and that was all it took. Lars seized the opportunity and thrust his hardened cock into Peter's unwilling mouth.
"You will suck now, and you had better not bite or there will be dire consequences." Netherlands warned his pet.
Sealand,humiliated and defeated, complied, and began sucking the nation's shaft, swirling his tongue around the head of Netherland's cock. Netherlands moaned softly, and gripped his hair tighter, feeling a warm tingling feeling growing in his lower abdomen.
"Oh yes! That's so good! How dose my cock taste my little pet?" Netherlands inquired mockingly.
Netherlands began to buck his hips thrusting into the 12 year old's warm mouth.Sealand panicked and tried to force Netherland's cock out with his tongue, and his throat tried to swallow the blockage, but only succeeded in milking the older nation's cock deliciously. Peter's cheeks burned with shame as he sucked Lars off tears running down his face. Lars began to fuck Peter's face in earnest the pleasure he felt growing more and more. Knowing he was getting close to orgasm, Netherlands pulled his cock out of Sealand'd pretty mouth with a soft plop and began pumping his erection. soon Lar's cock stiffened and he came all over Peter's face with a loud cry of ecstasy. Peter winced as some of the hot cum spalshed in his eye making it sting.
"You better open up that little mouth of you and give me head Peter! I'm not kidding around!" Lars warned his captive quickly growing angry at the brat's insolence.
Peter defiantly tried to wrench himself out of the Dutch nation's grip still unwilling to give Lars what he wanted.
Growing tired with the boy's stubbornness Netherlands gripped a fistful of Sealand's blonde locks, and gave a vicious twist. Peter opened his mouth to cry out in pain, and that was all it took. Lars seized the opportunity and thrust his hardened cock into Peter's unwilling mouth.
"You will suck now, and you had better not bite or there will be dire consequences." Netherlands warned his pet.
Sealand,humiliated and defeated, complied, and began sucking the nation's shaft, swirling his tongue around the head of Netherland's cock. Netherlands moaned softly, and gripped his hair tighter, feeling a warm tingling feeling growing in his lower abdomen.
"Oh yes! That's so good! How dose my cock taste my little pet?" Netherlands inquired mockingly.
Netherlands began to buck his hips thrusting into the 12 year old's warm mouth.Sealand panicked and tried to force Netherland's cock out with his tongue, and his throat tried to swallow the blockage, but only succeeded in milking the older nation's cock deliciously. Peter's cheeks burned with shame as he sucked Lars off tears running down his face. Lars began to fuck Peter's face in earnest the pleasure he felt growing more and more. Knowing he was getting close to orgasm, Netherlands pulled his cock out of Sealand'd pretty mouth with a soft plop and began pumping his erection. soon Lar's cock stiffened and he came all over Peter's face with a loud cry of ecstasy. Peter winced as some of the hot cum spalshed in his eye making it sting.
Netherlands smiled at his new pet, thinking how erotic his cherubic face looked covered in his seed.
"Now it's time for the real fun to begin." Netherlands stated walking over to the nearby dresser and pulled out a knife and approached the boy.
At first, Sealand was afraid that Netherlands was going to cut him. Netherlands grabbed the micro nations shirt and sliced through it tossing the shredded garment aside, he made quick work of the boy's shorts and underwear. He then picked up the naked boy and took him to the bed plopping him down on his stomach. Netherlands pulled out a couple pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed both Sealand's wrists to the bedposts. Lars got on the bed and spread Peter's legs revealing his tight virginal hole which he would now claim. Peter protested and thrashed at the bed rattling the handcuffs in a vain attempt to break free. Lars then grabbed a bottle of lubricant and slicked his cock, and while ignoring Peter's desperate pleas not to fuck him. The Dutch nation wrapped his pets slender legs around his waist and thrust into Sealands's virginal entrance with out warning and began thrusting as hard and as fast as he could! Peter screamed out in pain as the large cock invaded his hole! He felt like his ass was being split in half!
"Oh god Peter you're so fucking tight!" Lars moaned in pleasure as he rammed his dick into the 12 year old's hole as fast as he could.
Peter sobbed in pain and began kicking his legs trying desperately to buck his attacker off of him. But Lars would have none of that and he gripped the boy's hips and proceeded to fuck the boy even harder. Netherlands thrusts became more and more erratic, and with a primal scream he exploded into the micro nations tight ass flooding it with his semen. Lars rode out the orgasm and soon passed out on Sealand into a blissful slumber his softening cock still inside of the sobbing boy. Eventually, Sealand cried himself to sleep with his rapist on top of him.
"Now it's time for the real fun to begin." Netherlands stated walking over to the nearby dresser and pulled out a knife and approached the boy.
At first, Sealand was afraid that Netherlands was going to cut him. Netherlands grabbed the micro nations shirt and sliced through it tossing the shredded garment aside, he made quick work of the boy's shorts and underwear. He then picked up the naked boy and took him to the bed plopping him down on his stomach. Netherlands pulled out a couple pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed both Sealand's wrists to the bedposts. Lars got on the bed and spread Peter's legs revealing his tight virginal hole which he would now claim. Peter protested and thrashed at the bed rattling the handcuffs in a vain attempt to break free. Lars then grabbed a bottle of lubricant and slicked his cock, and while ignoring Peter's desperate pleas not to fuck him. The Dutch nation wrapped his pets slender legs around his waist and thrust into Sealands's virginal entrance with out warning and began thrusting as hard and as fast as he could! Peter screamed out in pain as the large cock invaded his hole! He felt like his ass was being split in half!
"Oh god Peter you're so fucking tight!" Lars moaned in pleasure as he rammed his dick into the 12 year old's hole as fast as he could.
Peter sobbed in pain and began kicking his legs trying desperately to buck his attacker off of him. But Lars would have none of that and he gripped the boy's hips and proceeded to fuck the boy even harder. Netherlands thrusts became more and more erratic, and with a primal scream he exploded into the micro nations tight ass flooding it with his semen. Lars rode out the orgasm and soon passed out on Sealand into a blissful slumber his softening cock still inside of the sobbing boy. Eventually, Sealand cried himself to sleep with his rapist on top of him.
The United States' relationship with Australia is a very close one, with Secretary of State Hillary Clinton stating that "America doesn't have a better friend in the world than Australia".
-wikipedia.
America and Austrailia bromance please. Whether pure friendship or tinged with UST, whatever.
-wikipedia.
America and Austrailia bromance please. Whether pure friendship or tinged with UST, whatever.
Seconding! The meme needs more Australia and America interaction!
I would love to fill this but I probably won't get to. But just in case, how does OP feel about adding Canada to the mix? I feel like he has epic bromances with both of them, so of course all three of them together would be awesome (and poor, poor England when they are).
Also for cameos/mentions, how do you feel about USUK and AusSey?
Also for cameos/mentions, how do you feel about USUK and AusSey?
The above 10 countries have the highest levels of coffee consumption per capita in the world.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_coffee_consumption_per_capita
Which probably amounts to the fact that you do NOT want to get between Finland and the coffee during world meetings if you value your continued existence. Or that Canada will get into a fistfight with anyone to defend the honour of his beloved Tim Horton's double-double. Or that Belgium and Switzerland's chocolate rivalry is set aside only when they're sharing their love of coffee.
Go wild with this anons -- give me some coffee-loving nations!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_coffee_consumption_per_capita
Which probably amounts to the fact that you do NOT want to get between Finland and the coffee during world meetings if you value your continued existence. Or that Canada will get into a fistfight with anyone to defend the honour of his beloved Tim Horton's double-double. Or that Belgium and Switzerland's chocolate rivalry is set aside only when they're sharing their love of coffee.
Go wild with this anons -- give me some coffee-loving nations!
When America has time away from government work, he participates in rodeos.
I wanna see him riding the bulls!
I'm not really looking for pairings, but if you wanna go that route, I'm a big fan of CanAme or rarepairs.
Bonus 1- None of the other nations knew about his hobby and so are surprised if/when they find out.
Bonus 2- Lots of emphasis on how powerful he's got to be to stay on the bull's back.
I wanna see him riding the bulls!
I'm not really looking for pairings, but if you wanna go that route, I'm a big fan of CanAme or rarepairs.
Bonus 1- None of the other nations knew about his hobby and so are surprised if/when they find out.
Bonus 2- Lots of emphasis on how powerful he's got to be to stay on the bull's back.
I just want to see a USUK story based on this song right here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdSvZ5jckWQ
Preferably with Alfred in the POV of the singer (I don't care whose POV the story is though, I just want Alfred as the guy in the song). No genderbends please!
Bonus: Alfred is adorable and naturally flirtatious, with lots of boyish charm.
Bonus 2: I'd prefer a slow build-up. They can agree to go out at their first meeting, but let's not have Alfred proposing two weeks later.
Preferably with Alfred in the POV of the singer (I don't care whose POV the story is though, I just want Alfred as the guy in the song). No genderbends please!
Bonus: Alfred is adorable and naturally flirtatious, with lots of boyish charm.
Bonus 2: I'd prefer a slow build-up. They can agree to go out at their first meeting, but let's not have Alfred proposing two weeks later.
ffff... i'm struggling with the burning desire to make that into a custom-drawn AMV despite the innumerable headaches that would cause, the fact that i'd have to draw it on pchat, and the uncertainty that i even have a video editor. it would be so much trouble, but...
shit. i'm doing storyboards already.
WHY AM I DOING THIS IT'LL TAKE YEARS OTL
shit. i'm doing storyboards already.
WHY AM I DOING THIS IT'LL TAKE YEARS OTL
Germany, Liechtenstein, Micronations - Germany at the "kid's table"
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)If we go by the idea that Germany is relatively young for a European nation, even Liechtenstein is older than he is. So for some reason, he gets put at the "kid's table" during a dinner, where the BTT and various other European nations (even Italy!) are at one table and he's at a separate table with Liechtenstein and the micronations (Sealand, Kugel Mugel, etc.).
At first, Germany finds it embarrassing beyond belief, but he actually has a half-decent time by the end of it.
BONUS: Prussia set the whole thing up.
At first, Germany finds it embarrassing beyond belief, but he actually has a half-decent time by the end of it.
BONUS: Prussia set the whole thing up.
Re: Germany, Liechtenstein, Micronations - Germany at the "kid's table"
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 12:14 am (UTC)(link)I can just picture Germany sitting at a little table with his knees up to his shoulders. So seconded.
I saw this prompt and I couldn't resist.
To make Germany younger then he is, I'm going with his age since he stopped being an empire and became a nation (he became a nation in 1918).
A lot of the micronations and microstates are real, though most don't have Hetalia characters so I'm just making them up. I felt that Germany would need to speak with a more then just Sealand and the others who have characters (which most of them aren't even in Europe to begin with!). And yes, Nova Roma is a real micronation and yes, it is based off the Roman Empire.
Also, warning, Germany ended up being OOC in this, but then again, this is fanfiction and everyone in fanfiction becomes OOC at some point.
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"This... this is demeaning Bruder!"
"Sorry West, but all young nations and micronations HAVE to sit at the kid's table."
"B-but I'm 94 years old..! I'm not that young!"
"Again, sorry West, but you have to be over 150 to sit with the adults."
"But if you count my years as an empire, I am over 150!"
"That doesn't count, sorry West. Kesesese."
Germany just stared at his older brother, wanting to punch him so hard in the face. This was embarrassing, Germany and Prussia were invited to a dinner at France's place, some kind of big European dinner for all the nations of Europe, or at least the ones who bothered to come. However, when they walked inside, France informed Germany and Prussia that the blond nation would be sitting at the children's table with Liechtenstein, Sealand, Seborga, and several of the other micronations and microstates, seeing as he was actually concidered a child nation despit how he looked.
And frankly, with all due respect, Germany was pissed off with this idea. And Prussia was loving it, he thought it was so cute that his brother was stuck with the kiddy nations.
Going inside the large dining hall, there was a long table, where most of the other nations sat. Germany spotted Austria, Hungary, England, Spain, Netherlands, Russia (who waved and giggled when he saw Germany), the Baltics, Ukraine, Belarus, the Italy brother (Italy waved and giggled as well, Romano just flipped him off), and several other nations.
"Alright West, I'm going to go and eat with the big kids, you have fun over there." Prussia smirked, pointing at a smaller table, where several young nations sat. Liechtenstein spotted them and gave a small wave, to which Germany returned, frowning. With a heavy sigh, the German walked over to the table and sat down next to the female nation.
It was awkward, these other nations were looking at him and Germany really wanted to get up and run away from here to spare him the embarrassment of having to be stuck in this place. He felt uncomfortable, the table was small, he was tall, and the chair was small too, he felt like he might break it. And it didn't help that a pair of blue eyes were watching him from under fuzzy eyebrows.
"Hey German jerk! The mighty Sealand wants to know why you're sitting here with us! We don't need a baby sitter!" Sealand announced, though Seborga told him to sit down before he went back to trying to hit on Liechtenstein.
"I'm only here because I'm concidered 'too young' to sit with the other nations." Germany replied, wanting to just crawl into a hole and die.
"Dude, that's not cool!" Freetown Christiania frowned before picking up his spoon and looking at his reflection, fascinated by it. Apparently he decided to have a bit of his 'special garden' before he arrived with Denmark.
The Republic of Jamtland, someone that Germany knew due to him having an embassy in the German's territory, just sighed as he looked at Germany.
"Don't bother speaking to Freetown, he's out of his mind." Came the calm response from the Swedish micronation.
"Well I think this is cool." Nova Roma grinned. "We have someone who is a nation, no offence Liechtenstein, that can talk to us! And maybe recognize us!"
"Settle down Nova Roma," Kugelmugel frowned, "you know he won't. And him not recognizing us as nations is an art form."
Germany just frowned and sighed, this was going to be a long night...
To make Germany younger then he is, I'm going with his age since he stopped being an empire and became a nation (he became a nation in 1918).
A lot of the micronations and microstates are real, though most don't have Hetalia characters so I'm just making them up. I felt that Germany would need to speak with a more then just Sealand and the others who have characters (which most of them aren't even in Europe to begin with!). And yes, Nova Roma is a real micronation and yes, it is based off the Roman Empire.
Also, warning, Germany ended up being OOC in this, but then again, this is fanfiction and everyone in fanfiction becomes OOC at some point.
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"This... this is demeaning Bruder!"
"Sorry West, but all young nations and micronations HAVE to sit at the kid's table."
"B-but I'm 94 years old..! I'm not that young!"
"Again, sorry West, but you have to be over 150 to sit with the adults."
"But if you count my years as an empire, I am over 150!"
"That doesn't count, sorry West. Kesesese."
Germany just stared at his older brother, wanting to punch him so hard in the face. This was embarrassing, Germany and Prussia were invited to a dinner at France's place, some kind of big European dinner for all the nations of Europe, or at least the ones who bothered to come. However, when they walked inside, France informed Germany and Prussia that the blond nation would be sitting at the children's table with Liechtenstein, Sealand, Seborga, and several of the other micronations and microstates, seeing as he was actually concidered a child nation despit how he looked.
And frankly, with all due respect, Germany was pissed off with this idea. And Prussia was loving it, he thought it was so cute that his brother was stuck with the kiddy nations.
Going inside the large dining hall, there was a long table, where most of the other nations sat. Germany spotted Austria, Hungary, England, Spain, Netherlands, Russia (who waved and giggled when he saw Germany), the Baltics, Ukraine, Belarus, the Italy brother (Italy waved and giggled as well, Romano just flipped him off), and several other nations.
"Alright West, I'm going to go and eat with the big kids, you have fun over there." Prussia smirked, pointing at a smaller table, where several young nations sat. Liechtenstein spotted them and gave a small wave, to which Germany returned, frowning. With a heavy sigh, the German walked over to the table and sat down next to the female nation.
It was awkward, these other nations were looking at him and Germany really wanted to get up and run away from here to spare him the embarrassment of having to be stuck in this place. He felt uncomfortable, the table was small, he was tall, and the chair was small too, he felt like he might break it. And it didn't help that a pair of blue eyes were watching him from under fuzzy eyebrows.
"Hey German jerk! The mighty Sealand wants to know why you're sitting here with us! We don't need a baby sitter!" Sealand announced, though Seborga told him to sit down before he went back to trying to hit on Liechtenstein.
"I'm only here because I'm concidered 'too young' to sit with the other nations." Germany replied, wanting to just crawl into a hole and die.
"Dude, that's not cool!" Freetown Christiania frowned before picking up his spoon and looking at his reflection, fascinated by it. Apparently he decided to have a bit of his 'special garden' before he arrived with Denmark.
The Republic of Jamtland, someone that Germany knew due to him having an embassy in the German's territory, just sighed as he looked at Germany.
"Don't bother speaking to Freetown, he's out of his mind." Came the calm response from the Swedish micronation.
"Well I think this is cool." Nova Roma grinned. "We have someone who is a nation, no offence Liechtenstein, that can talk to us! And maybe recognize us!"
"Settle down Nova Roma," Kugelmugel frowned, "you know he won't. And him not recognizing us as nations is an art form."
Germany just frowned and sighed, this was going to be a long night...
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The first course of dinner went off with some issues. Seborga started to flirt with the Republic of Saugeais and she slapped him, making him back up into Sealand who spat his soup at Freetown, who ended up freaking out and thinking it was raining inside. Germany felt a headache arriving as he sat there, trying to eat his soup.
The second course was calmer, but there were arguments amoung the younger nations, such as the Crown Dependency of Forvik getting into a spitball fight with Denmark and Scotland from where he sat, before yelling at them to recognize him as a damn nation. Kommissarische Reichsregierungen, also known as KRR, tried to give Germany a supportive smile, but he knew that it was pointless since the German looked about ready to beat someone up, most likely his brother who kept grinning at him from where he sat.
When the main course came, almost all of the nations started to complain. They didn't want to eat what France had served for them, it was... childlike to them, pretty much a major insult. "Screw my war with that stupid Sweden!" Ladonia growled. "I'm gonna fight with France!"
"I agree with Ladonia." Austenasia stated, the young London nation frown, pushing her plate away.
"That jerk is making fun of us! Just like all the other nations!" Elleore sighed, the Danish micronation was annoyed, just like the others.
Germany looked at the nations before looking at his own food, at least he was given something more adult-like, something was wasn't a stereotypical children's meal. He frowned and then thought of something that might get the other nations to be happy. Taking his spoon, he scooped up some of his potatoes and, totally swallowing his pride for the sake of cheering up the others, flicked the potatoes right at Sealand's face.
The boy blinked before staring at Germany, just as the other nations did. A blush came to Germany's face before he hit in the face with food, Sealand having launched it.
And thus, a food fight broke out, just like Germany had planned. KRR threw a fist full of food as Nova Roma who stood on the table, kicking a roll right at Kuglemugle who dodged and poured his drink into Seborga's pants.
Seborga squirted ketchup at Liechtenstein who, after letting out a small squeal and hiding behind Germany who got hit with ketchup, tossed her plate in his direction, only for the Italian to dodge and the plate hit Forvik.
All of the European micronations, states, and countries that were too young or too child-like to sit at the adult table, were in a massive food fight, not seeing that that older nations were watching them until a chunk of potatoes went fighting from their table, hitting France in the face.
"Enough!" The Frenchman yelled, the other nations stopped. "Who started this?" He frowned, looking at the table. Instantly, all fingers pointed to Germany who put down the bowl of soup he had been holding, he was going to drop it on Freetown who was playing with his napkin.
"Really Germany? And I thought you were the mature one out of us." France crossed his arms, looking at the German who stared at him. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself."
Germany looked at him before looking at his fellow younger nations. "Get him." Suddenly food flung at France and then at the older nations, yells of protests and cussing came from the others as the children, and hell, even Germany, laughed.
The first course of dinner went off with some issues. Seborga started to flirt with the Republic of Saugeais and she slapped him, making him back up into Sealand who spat his soup at Freetown, who ended up freaking out and thinking it was raining inside. Germany felt a headache arriving as he sat there, trying to eat his soup.
The second course was calmer, but there were arguments amoung the younger nations, such as the Crown Dependency of Forvik getting into a spitball fight with Denmark and Scotland from where he sat, before yelling at them to recognize him as a damn nation. Kommissarische Reichsregierungen, also known as KRR, tried to give Germany a supportive smile, but he knew that it was pointless since the German looked about ready to beat someone up, most likely his brother who kept grinning at him from where he sat.
When the main course came, almost all of the nations started to complain. They didn't want to eat what France had served for them, it was... childlike to them, pretty much a major insult. "Screw my war with that stupid Sweden!" Ladonia growled. "I'm gonna fight with France!"
"I agree with Ladonia." Austenasia stated, the young London nation frown, pushing her plate away.
"That jerk is making fun of us! Just like all the other nations!" Elleore sighed, the Danish micronation was annoyed, just like the others.
Germany looked at the nations before looking at his own food, at least he was given something more adult-like, something was wasn't a stereotypical children's meal. He frowned and then thought of something that might get the other nations to be happy. Taking his spoon, he scooped up some of his potatoes and, totally swallowing his pride for the sake of cheering up the others, flicked the potatoes right at Sealand's face.
The boy blinked before staring at Germany, just as the other nations did. A blush came to Germany's face before he hit in the face with food, Sealand having launched it.
And thus, a food fight broke out, just like Germany had planned. KRR threw a fist full of food as Nova Roma who stood on the table, kicking a roll right at Kuglemugle who dodged and poured his drink into Seborga's pants.
Seborga squirted ketchup at Liechtenstein who, after letting out a small squeal and hiding behind Germany who got hit with ketchup, tossed her plate in his direction, only for the Italian to dodge and the plate hit Forvik.
All of the European micronations, states, and countries that were too young or too child-like to sit at the adult table, were in a massive food fight, not seeing that that older nations were watching them until a chunk of potatoes went fighting from their table, hitting France in the face.
"Enough!" The Frenchman yelled, the other nations stopped. "Who started this?" He frowned, looking at the table. Instantly, all fingers pointed to Germany who put down the bowl of soup he had been holding, he was going to drop it on Freetown who was playing with his napkin.
"Really Germany? And I thought you were the mature one out of us." France crossed his arms, looking at the German who stared at him. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself."
Germany looked at him before looking at his fellow younger nations. "Get him." Suddenly food flung at France and then at the older nations, yells of protests and cussing came from the others as the children, and hell, even Germany, laughed.
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"Well, that went well." Prussia grinned at Germany who was pulling lettuce from his hair. They arrived home after the massive food fight and the huge apology that the children and Germany had to give, though none of them regret what happened, it was actully pretty fun.
"It could have been better but it could have been worse. Uhg, I need a bath, I think I still have gravy down my shirt. Remind me to get back at KRR for that." Ludwig sighed as he headed upstairs.
"Still, I'm glad you had fun. Ha! I'm getting 150 bucks for this!" Prussia shut his mouth, glancing at Germany who was now staring at him, looking annoyed.
"What was that?"
The Prussian gave a sheepish laugh. "Uhh... yeah... I set this up with France and Spain and... yeah..."
"You mean you embarrassed me and made me doing something so childish for 150 euros?!"
"Don't kill me! You know you enjoyed it!"
"Next time it will be YOU sitting at the kid's table!"
END
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Yeah, I hope you like this OP, this was all I could come up with. (Plus it was fun putting in some crazy little micronations)
"Well, that went well." Prussia grinned at Germany who was pulling lettuce from his hair. They arrived home after the massive food fight and the huge apology that the children and Germany had to give, though none of them regret what happened, it was actully pretty fun.
"It could have been better but it could have been worse. Uhg, I need a bath, I think I still have gravy down my shirt. Remind me to get back at KRR for that." Ludwig sighed as he headed upstairs.
"Still, I'm glad you had fun. Ha! I'm getting 150 bucks for this!" Prussia shut his mouth, glancing at Germany who was now staring at him, looking annoyed.
"What was that?"
The Prussian gave a sheepish laugh. "Uhh... yeah... I set this up with France and Spain and... yeah..."
"You mean you embarrassed me and made me doing something so childish for 150 euros?!"
"Don't kill me! You know you enjoyed it!"
"Next time it will be YOU sitting at the kid's table!"
END
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Yeah, I hope you like this OP, this was all I could come up with. (Plus it was fun putting in some crazy little micronations)
What a fun fill, anon! :D I like how you incorporated micronations that don't have an official representation yet, and still gave each of them a bit of personality.
OP is over here, completely cracking up! I loved the incorporation of all of the various European micronations, including ones we haven't seen in the series (Freetown Christiania especially, as I'm a big fan of Christiania trolling Denmark in the Scandinavia and the World comics). And Germany as the full-on food fight instigator was just perfect -- he might be at the kids' table, but he's still more than capable of developing a military strategy.
(Though, really, Prussia, only 150 euros? That's almost embarrassing.)
I'm very glad that the prompt inspired you to write this. Thanks so much!
(Though, really, Prussia, only 150 euros? That's almost embarrassing.)
I'm very glad that the prompt inspired you to write this. Thanks so much!
Anon here: I'm glad you enjoyed this OP, I had way too much fun writing this. XD (I like Freetown from SATW, that's why I had to put in that little micronation into this XD)
Hey, money is money, plus it was a great chance to embarrass his little brother so I'm sure he would have done it for free as well. XD
You're welcome~!
Hey, money is money, plus it was a great chance to embarrass his little brother so I'm sure he would have done it for free as well. XD
You're welcome~!
not op.
agh, a!a, that was so awesome!
i had an image of germany standing with his finger pointed at france as he said, 'get him.' all of the kids rampaged, and it was a very happy little day dream.
amazing job!
agh, a!a, that was so awesome!
i had an image of germany standing with his finger pointed at france as he said, 'get him.' all of the kids rampaged, and it was a very happy little day dream.
amazing job!
Oh, A!A~ You dont know how much I LOVE this. It is simply amazing and Germany starting the whole food fight is just fantastic. Even the most stoic people have to have some fun sometimes, right?
I spent far to long trying to pronounce Kommissarische Reichsregierungen before I realised that a few words later KRR is given as a shorter name. I still can not say that name anyway.
I spent far to long trying to pronounce Kommissarische Reichsregierungen before I realised that a few words later KRR is given as a shorter name. I still can not say that name anyway.
Haha, that was wonderful! Go Germany and leading your food fight charge! (plus the way you captured his initial mortification was perfect! And how you threw in “Romano just flipped him off” – I lol’d)
Also, I love Prussia being an adorable ass :)
Also, I love Prussia being an adorable ass :)
Thanks anon, I needed a good laugh! I think it would have been even funnier though if Liechtenstein got to be at the adult nation table too, so Germany was all alone with the micros XD
And I agree with OP about loving Christiania. I'm studying abroad right now in Copenhagen, and one of my classes actually took a field trip there as part of our lessons on Danish culture. It's really pretty, and the residents built the homes themselves, so they look really cool. When I visited, they were fixing up a theater that they put together themselves out of an old building. They got free seats from a movie theater that was being renovated in another part of the city, and pretty much did everything themselves. And they have to walk or ride bikes everywhere because cars aren't allowed inside Christiania. I think it's a cool place, and it actually draws many tourists to Copenhagen, which is one reason why Denmark can't just close it down.
Sorry for that minirant about Christiania! I just like sharing things I learn about that have some relevance to fills on the meme <33
And I agree with OP about loving Christiania. I'm studying abroad right now in Copenhagen, and one of my classes actually took a field trip there as part of our lessons on Danish culture. It's really pretty, and the residents built the homes themselves, so they look really cool. When I visited, they were fixing up a theater that they put together themselves out of an old building. They got free seats from a movie theater that was being renovated in another part of the city, and pretty much did everything themselves. And they have to walk or ride bikes everywhere because cars aren't allowed inside Christiania. I think it's a cool place, and it actually draws many tourists to Copenhagen, which is one reason why Denmark can't just close it down.
Sorry for that minirant about Christiania! I just like sharing things I learn about that have some relevance to fills on the meme <33
I have no idea why this haven't been requested, so yes I'll do it. Sweden and fem!Prussia to the plot of the Millennium series.
Bonus: Fem!Norway as Sweden's lover and editor in chief.
Bonus: Fem!Norway as Sweden's lover and editor in chief.
This ANON SECONDS!!
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