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I'd like to see something where Prussia and Austria are in a relationship, and the first time they have sex, it turns out that, although he's not quite "5 meters", Prussia is still pretty big. Austria gets off on how big he is.
Bonus - blowjobs!
Bonus - blowjobs!
UK Brothers - Telling England stories about their mother
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)This anon doesn't like to assume that nations have to have parents, but England is seen once claiming that his scones are a recipe from his "mummsy."
I'd like to see a story in which England was still a baby when she died/disappeared (so he was raised partially by Scotland and partially by France), and barely remembers her. I want to see him asking his brothers about her, what they remember. Preferably at some quiet family gathering,just the four of them.
(I'd also prefer just one Ireland character)
Bonus: Scotland still has some of her jewelry and other little personal possessions, and he used to sing her folk songs to England when he was still young.
Bonus 2: It was America (usuk maybe?) who asked England about her, and made England want to ask his brothers.
I'd like to see a story in which England was still a baby when she died/disappeared (so he was raised partially by Scotland and partially by France), and barely remembers her. I want to see him asking his brothers about her, what they remember. Preferably at some quiet family gathering,just the four of them.
(I'd also prefer just one Ireland character)
Bonus: Scotland still has some of her jewelry and other little personal possessions, and he used to sing her folk songs to England when he was still young.
Bonus 2: It was America (usuk maybe?) who asked England about her, and made England want to ask his brothers.
So Italy's pretty chill, and we've only seen him angry a couple of times in canon, both of which when he was a chibi. So I want to see an adult Italy get honest-to-God pissed off at something/someone, and show it. What sets him off is up to anon.
Bonus 1: He stays in character, as in not Yandere or Dark!Italy.
Bonus 2: Other nations witness it and are shocked.
Bonus 1: He stays in character, as in not Yandere or Dark!Italy.
Bonus 2: Other nations witness it and are shocked.
This was the only way I could picture Italy getting legit pissed off and losing his temper: Romano continually insulting Germany and being a grump, Italy gets tired of it and snaps on him, attempting to beat the crap out of him.
And yes, typing the accents is necessary. Don't question it or I'll hex your face with my mojo. o.o
It's my first fill so please don't kill me if it sucks or if it's not what you're looking for! orz
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“Fratello, why you hang out with that potato bastard so much, eh?” Lovino asked Feliciano, scowling as he rolled a plump, ripe tomato around in his hands.
Again with the potato bastard, Feliciano thought with an inward sigh.
The two brothers were spending some time together, and Ludwig had been nice enough to let Feliciano use his kitchen to make himself and his older brother some pasta, and the two Italians were now sitting at the dining room table with their plates emptied and set aside, seemingly spending time together as brothers, but their visits almost always ended with Lovino getting angry, either at Feliciano or Ludwig, and he would go storming out of the house to go spend time with Antonio, who he claimed was far less annoying than his brother or the “potato bastard”.
“Ludwig’s not such a bad guy, Lovino,” he responded, keeping his voice cheery as always. “He’s got great leadership skills, and he’s not really scary at all if you follow all the rules and don’t make any messes!”
“Are you kidding me?” the elder said, glaring at Feliciano. “I’m-a telling you, he had to have done something to twist your head around or you wouldn’t want to spend time with him!”
He bit into his tomato before continuing, mouth half full of red pulp, “I don’t know why he keeps you around when you’re worse at fighting than I am, but it can't be anything good!”
Feliciano frowned briefly before looking back at his brother. “That’s not true! Well I mean, I am worse at fighting than you, that’s not what I meant when I said that’s not true, what I meant when I said that’s not true was that Ludwig doesn’t have any evil reasons for being my ally!”
Lovino snorted. “Please! That potato bastard probably-”
“Lovino!” The younger of the two Italians interrupted, looking annoyed for the first time. “Please don’t talk about Ludwig like that.”
“Why not? Everyone knows Germans are no good to anyone-” Lovino began, taking another bite of the tomato and causing a few drops of juice to land on his brother’s cheek.
“Lovino, stop it. He’s my best friend!” Feliciano wiped away the juice with his sleeve, shaking a little.
“What the crapola is wrong with you, Feliciano?” Lovino demanded, glaring and jabbing the side of Feliciano’s head with his finger. “Everyone who’s got a brain can see that German bastard is nothing but a sneaking, potato-eating, ball-sucking son of a bitch who probably only hangs out with you so he can-”
“Enough!” Feliciano screeched, standing up so hard his chair fell backward, and pointed with a shaking finger at his brother. “Lovino, I try and try to be nice to you and show you how to be happy but all you ever do is insult me and my friends! Why, fratello? Why?”
At that moment, Ludwig entered the room.
“Is everything all right?” the German asked.
“Go away, you damn potato eater!” Lovino growled at him, causing him to give him a look of bewilderment and annoyance.
“See!” Feliciano raised his voice. “That’s-a what I’m talking about! Why are you so mean all the time, Lovino?”
Ludwig stepped towards the quarreling brothers and laid a hand on the younger’s shoulder.
“Feliciano,” he said, “calm down.”
To his surprise, the smaller man pushed the hand away and snapped, “Don’t tell me to be calm when my own fratello is saying bad things about my best friend!”
Lovino glared at Ludwig. “Just get out of here, you’ll only make things worse!”
At that, Feliciano did something nobody had ever seen him do before. Quick as a flash, he grabbed his brother by his shirt and slapped him so hard across the face that his head snapped to one side and a reddish purple mark was slowly forming.
And yes, typing the accents is necessary. Don't question it or I'll hex your face with my mojo. o.o
It's my first fill so please don't kill me if it sucks or if it's not what you're looking for! orz
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“Fratello, why you hang out with that potato bastard so much, eh?” Lovino asked Feliciano, scowling as he rolled a plump, ripe tomato around in his hands.
Again with the potato bastard, Feliciano thought with an inward sigh.
The two brothers were spending some time together, and Ludwig had been nice enough to let Feliciano use his kitchen to make himself and his older brother some pasta, and the two Italians were now sitting at the dining room table with their plates emptied and set aside, seemingly spending time together as brothers, but their visits almost always ended with Lovino getting angry, either at Feliciano or Ludwig, and he would go storming out of the house to go spend time with Antonio, who he claimed was far less annoying than his brother or the “potato bastard”.
“Ludwig’s not such a bad guy, Lovino,” he responded, keeping his voice cheery as always. “He’s got great leadership skills, and he’s not really scary at all if you follow all the rules and don’t make any messes!”
“Are you kidding me?” the elder said, glaring at Feliciano. “I’m-a telling you, he had to have done something to twist your head around or you wouldn’t want to spend time with him!”
He bit into his tomato before continuing, mouth half full of red pulp, “I don’t know why he keeps you around when you’re worse at fighting than I am, but it can't be anything good!”
Feliciano frowned briefly before looking back at his brother. “That’s not true! Well I mean, I am worse at fighting than you, that’s not what I meant when I said that’s not true, what I meant when I said that’s not true was that Ludwig doesn’t have any evil reasons for being my ally!”
Lovino snorted. “Please! That potato bastard probably-”
“Lovino!” The younger of the two Italians interrupted, looking annoyed for the first time. “Please don’t talk about Ludwig like that.”
“Why not? Everyone knows Germans are no good to anyone-” Lovino began, taking another bite of the tomato and causing a few drops of juice to land on his brother’s cheek.
“Lovino, stop it. He’s my best friend!” Feliciano wiped away the juice with his sleeve, shaking a little.
“What the crapola is wrong with you, Feliciano?” Lovino demanded, glaring and jabbing the side of Feliciano’s head with his finger. “Everyone who’s got a brain can see that German bastard is nothing but a sneaking, potato-eating, ball-sucking son of a bitch who probably only hangs out with you so he can-”
“Enough!” Feliciano screeched, standing up so hard his chair fell backward, and pointed with a shaking finger at his brother. “Lovino, I try and try to be nice to you and show you how to be happy but all you ever do is insult me and my friends! Why, fratello? Why?”
At that moment, Ludwig entered the room.
“Is everything all right?” the German asked.
“Go away, you damn potato eater!” Lovino growled at him, causing him to give him a look of bewilderment and annoyance.
“See!” Feliciano raised his voice. “That’s-a what I’m talking about! Why are you so mean all the time, Lovino?”
Ludwig stepped towards the quarreling brothers and laid a hand on the younger’s shoulder.
“Feliciano,” he said, “calm down.”
To his surprise, the smaller man pushed the hand away and snapped, “Don’t tell me to be calm when my own fratello is saying bad things about my best friend!”
Lovino glared at Ludwig. “Just get out of here, you’ll only make things worse!”
At that, Feliciano did something nobody had ever seen him do before. Quick as a flash, he grabbed his brother by his shirt and slapped him so hard across the face that his head snapped to one side and a reddish purple mark was slowly forming.
America/dark!Italy brothers--Prohibition era dub/non-con
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)So, during the Prohibition era, the Mafia was basically running wild, making money hand over fist, and the American government couldn't do a whole lot to stop them.
I'd love a story with the Italy brothers showing America how helpless he is against them in his own country. One of them making him fellate their gun would be amazing.
I'd love a story with the Italy brothers showing America how helpless he is against them in his own country. One of them making him fellate their gun would be amazing.
Relevant to my interests. Especially this bit: One of them making him fellate their gun would be amazing.
Questions:
1. I'd rather do human AU (with the Italies as racketeers and America as a cop). Is that okay?
2. Is incest (nothing really heavy) going to squick you?
Questions:
1. I'd rather do human AU (with the Italies as racketeers and America as a cop). Is that okay?
2. Is incest (nothing really heavy) going to squick you?
England + America, Australia, Canada, & New Zealand - England and his Children
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)Something fluffy with England and his colonies, all grown up, based on these lines from "Land of Hope and Glory":
"Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider, shall thy bonds be set;
God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!"
"Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider, shall thy bonds be set;
God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!"
No romance or sex. Just something in which, despite their bad pasts (because at various times they've all been as bad as each other and they know it, though not necessarily to each other), even if they don't particularly like each other, China, Japan, and Korea are still family. Japan and China snark viciously at each other and Korea still has the fraternal equivalent of an Oedipus complex, but they do deep-down care about each other. Anon has a family-loyalty kink. I'm fairly open to situation, but I do quite like the idea of it somehow involving a tickle-fight (in which Japan loses pathetically) and/or verbally defending each other to either their bosses or other nations.
Bonus: Japan accidentally addresses China as "dad".
Bonus: Japan accidentally addresses China as "dad".
Inspired by "Don't Mess With Me" by Temposhark: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMeWTcPOLGg
Empire England just domming the hell out of other countries, especially the ones he controls or wants to control. Dub-con or non-con is fine.
Bonus: US/UK
Empire England just domming the hell out of other countries, especially the ones he controls or wants to control. Dub-con or non-con is fine.
Bonus: US/UK
Romano and Liechtenstein have a tea party. Throughout the whole thing Romano plays jerk with a heart of gold because he's too embarrassed to admit he's enjoying himself.
Bonus: Suddenly, Switzerland!
Bonus: Suddenly, Switzerland!
Russia is muscular and good looking but he is a bit ashamed of the fact that he has a bit of a muffin top that he can't really do anything about. When another nation points this out to him, he feels bad and upset. In comes his lover to make him feel better.
Bonus: I don't like RoChu, but I do love RusGer, Cold War, and RusLiet. Maybe one of those three guys could make Russia feel better~? :3
Bonus: Love making with complements for Russia's body
Bonus: I don't like RoChu, but I do love RusGer, Cold War, and RusLiet. Maybe one of those three guys could make Russia feel better~? :3
Bonus: Love making with complements for Russia's body
We've already seen what Stalin and Hitler were like to their nation-tans, further exploration might be interesting. Maybe North Korea's bosses have him/her forcefed and filled with drugs on the assumption that it'll improve the populations' health and ignore his/her protestations that it actually works the other way round. Meanwhile, on a much milder note, South's bosses simply make it abundantly clear that they think he's annoying. Or Rome had horrible things done by his weirder emperors. Or someone treats their nation-tan like a pet or an ornament more than a person. Anything from just hurt feelings to outright physical torture is fine. Just not sexual abuse, for the purposes of this one.
Bonus: if you go the "severe physical abuse" route, nations can't disobey their bosses, so, as punishment for disobedience, the boss orders them to hurt themselves. I specifically have a mental image of Hitler ordering a recalcitrant Germany to place a gun barrel in his palm and fire it, but I'm open to whatever.
Bonus: if you go the "severe physical abuse" route, nations can't disobey their bosses, so, as punishment for disobedience, the boss orders them to hurt themselves. I specifically have a mental image of Hitler ordering a recalcitrant Germany to place a gun barrel in his palm and fire it, but I'm open to whatever.
North Korea and her dynasty, with insanity on all sides
The first time North Korea shots herself in the head is on a joking dare from her boss, a late night of black humor where he expresses disbelief of her immortality.
North clutches her gun hard, it feels too big for her small hands and she feels much older than she looks.
“Watch me,” she says. “Korea is forever.”
Then she shoots and even though China had told her about surviving even worse wounds he never told her it hurts.
Still, North is glad she did it. If she hadn't, Kim Il-sung would never have understood their combined strength. She is everything to him and he everything to her.
For a brief while she and his son are in the same age, playing in a military bunker and North smiles a distant smile, thinking about the games the played only a few days earlier as she offers him her arm and he cuts, staring in fascination as she heals only moments after the glass leaves her skin.
It still hurts but she laughs at the boy's amazement. So many things hurt (Japan's occupations, America's invasion, the look in her brother's face as he rejects her) but this, this she owns.
“Cut deeper,” she orders and somewhere between ecstasy and terror, he does.
“You need to eat more,” adult Kim Jong-il says and offers her more hamburger. A chef specially imported from somewhere made if for them. North pokes on it and feels disgusted. She wants, no needs, something but she can't express it in words, it's nothing more than a vague feeling of incompletion. She has been told it's because her country is divided by the imperialistic powers and it makes so much sense she forces herself to believe it.
Without a word she offers her neck and he cuts into it. She can feel very little blood sips out but the wound stays open.
“Please,” her beloved boss begs. “I'll get you anything you want, just name it.”
“You better,” North warns, taking a small bite. She doesn't like the taste. “Maybe I feel better if you built me something new and pretty. It's ugly here.”
And they build things and improve the army to protect her but North is so hungry and she still doesn't bleed and heal the way she used to and she wonders if Kim Il-sung would hate her if he knew. When they had each other they were perfect.
For Kim Jong-un she cuts into her ribs, breaking them open and the pain is blinding and for one pathetic moment she wishes he would feel the same horror his grandfather did and tell her to stop but he doesn't and she goes on.
She looks at her own heart, remembering Russia's which sometimes falls out. Maybe this is normal after all. As she and Kim decide there is nothing wrong with it she puts it back. They should go through every part of her to find out which one is defect, why their nuclear program doesn't go quite as well as expected, why their satellite crashed and why nothing turned out as she was promised.
It makes perfect sense as she suggests it but she chokes on her own words. In the entire room, filled with her politicians and generals, everyone who should look out for her and protect her, no one voices a single word of disagreement.
The first time North Korea shots herself in the head is on a joking dare from her boss, a late night of black humor where he expresses disbelief of her immortality.
North clutches her gun hard, it feels too big for her small hands and she feels much older than she looks.
“Watch me,” she says. “Korea is forever.”
Then she shoots and even though China had told her about surviving even worse wounds he never told her it hurts.
Still, North is glad she did it. If she hadn't, Kim Il-sung would never have understood their combined strength. She is everything to him and he everything to her.
For a brief while she and his son are in the same age, playing in a military bunker and North smiles a distant smile, thinking about the games the played only a few days earlier as she offers him her arm and he cuts, staring in fascination as she heals only moments after the glass leaves her skin.
It still hurts but she laughs at the boy's amazement. So many things hurt (Japan's occupations, America's invasion, the look in her brother's face as he rejects her) but this, this she owns.
“Cut deeper,” she orders and somewhere between ecstasy and terror, he does.
“You need to eat more,” adult Kim Jong-il says and offers her more hamburger. A chef specially imported from somewhere made if for them. North pokes on it and feels disgusted. She wants, no needs, something but she can't express it in words, it's nothing more than a vague feeling of incompletion. She has been told it's because her country is divided by the imperialistic powers and it makes so much sense she forces herself to believe it.
Without a word she offers her neck and he cuts into it. She can feel very little blood sips out but the wound stays open.
“Please,” her beloved boss begs. “I'll get you anything you want, just name it.”
“You better,” North warns, taking a small bite. She doesn't like the taste. “Maybe I feel better if you built me something new and pretty. It's ugly here.”
And they build things and improve the army to protect her but North is so hungry and she still doesn't bleed and heal the way she used to and she wonders if Kim Il-sung would hate her if he knew. When they had each other they were perfect.
For Kim Jong-un she cuts into her ribs, breaking them open and the pain is blinding and for one pathetic moment she wishes he would feel the same horror his grandfather did and tell her to stop but he doesn't and she goes on.
She looks at her own heart, remembering Russia's which sometimes falls out. Maybe this is normal after all. As she and Kim decide there is nothing wrong with it she puts it back. They should go through every part of her to find out which one is defect, why their nuclear program doesn't go quite as well as expected, why their satellite crashed and why nothing turned out as she was promised.
It makes perfect sense as she suggests it but she chokes on her own words. In the entire room, filled with her politicians and generals, everyone who should look out for her and protect her, no one voices a single word of disagreement.
England wore a tiny top hat for his 2010 Halloween costume and for his Queen of Spades outfit. I'd love to see something with him having a tiny top hat for different occasions.
Bonus: He has a backup hat if something happens to the one he wears
Bonus: Romania has tiny hats too and trades with England
Bonus: He has a backup hat if something happens to the one he wears
Bonus: Romania has tiny hats too and trades with England
England really liked hats. It was a secret that everybody pretended they didn’t know, but all the same it was glaringly obvious.
Throughout history the man had always been adorned with a hat of some sort, from Cnut the Great to Elizabeth the Second, skull hugging steel to feathers and cravats. Most recently, though, was his bordering on creepy obsession with tiny hats.
He had one for every occasion, with an entire shelf in his cupboard dedicated to the small flamboyant creatures. The only occasion he didn’t have a hat for was St Patrick’s day, and that’s only because he doesn’t like the colour green, I assure you.
But one hat stood out above them all, a small, dark purple number that rested perfectly upon the crown of his head and contrasted his hair in just the right way. It was his casual hat, his formal hat, his hat for every occasion and no one dared to question him on the wearing of such a perfect hat, because whilst it might be small, England would probably castrate them with a rusty spoon if they even dared to speak bad about his lovely hats.
He named this particular hat Nelson, to the hats friends it was referred to as Horatio.
The hat, however, had no friends, so it was simply Nelson.
Our tale takes part on a abnormally sunny English day in the midst of Hyde Park. As is tradition for sunny English days, everyone was wearing very little clothing and dying of the constricting under 20 degrees Celsius heat. England, however, was wearing a sweater, because sweaters suited him (in his honest opinion) and he generally wasn’t the type to get naked in public alongside his people.
Honestly, he wondered when they became so un modest, then he remembered they’d always been that way.
Anyway, so there England was, enjoying his own company whilst being blissfully aware of Nelson, his most trusted of all accessories, resting atop his head.
But like most English days, there was a fucking terrible wind about. England tried his hardest to ignore it, a continuous steam of curses in his own mind about his weather and how much it sucked when abruptly, a particularly tall gust of wind ripped his hat from his head and sent it spiralling off.
He let out a scream of anguish, watching as admirable Nelson flew off. At first he thought, maybe, he could follow after it, but the second his hat drifted over water he realized that dream was short lived.
Nelson dropped to the water where his lovely fabric and wiring became stained and water clogged, onlookers did what they did best and looked on as a full grown man wearing a sweater vest sobbed over the loss of his hat. A few minutes later, a park attendant came by with an officer of the law to help England up from his place on the floor.
“Is there anyone we could possibly call?” A kind lady in a hat asked, and England could do nothing but frown at her and shake his head.
“Come on, son,” the officer said, “there’ll be other hats.”
England looked up from his place on the floor, eyes a more watery shade of green that usual and said, “there will never be a hat as good as Nelson ever again, sir, and don’t you dare assume otherwise.”
The next week, England was back into top hats, and all was forgotten. Nelson was put on the radiator and then promptly declared unwearable by such a man as Arthur Kirkland and given to Scope.
And this anonymous firmly realized that day that she was insane.
The end.
someone please help me
Throughout history the man had always been adorned with a hat of some sort, from Cnut the Great to Elizabeth the Second, skull hugging steel to feathers and cravats. Most recently, though, was his bordering on creepy obsession with tiny hats.
He had one for every occasion, with an entire shelf in his cupboard dedicated to the small flamboyant creatures. The only occasion he didn’t have a hat for was St Patrick’s day, and that’s only because he doesn’t like the colour green, I assure you.
But one hat stood out above them all, a small, dark purple number that rested perfectly upon the crown of his head and contrasted his hair in just the right way. It was his casual hat, his formal hat, his hat for every occasion and no one dared to question him on the wearing of such a perfect hat, because whilst it might be small, England would probably castrate them with a rusty spoon if they even dared to speak bad about his lovely hats.
He named this particular hat Nelson, to the hats friends it was referred to as Horatio.
The hat, however, had no friends, so it was simply Nelson.
Our tale takes part on a abnormally sunny English day in the midst of Hyde Park. As is tradition for sunny English days, everyone was wearing very little clothing and dying of the constricting under 20 degrees Celsius heat. England, however, was wearing a sweater, because sweaters suited him (in his honest opinion) and he generally wasn’t the type to get naked in public alongside his people.
Honestly, he wondered when they became so un modest, then he remembered they’d always been that way.
Anyway, so there England was, enjoying his own company whilst being blissfully aware of Nelson, his most trusted of all accessories, resting atop his head.
But like most English days, there was a fucking terrible wind about. England tried his hardest to ignore it, a continuous steam of curses in his own mind about his weather and how much it sucked when abruptly, a particularly tall gust of wind ripped his hat from his head and sent it spiralling off.
He let out a scream of anguish, watching as admirable Nelson flew off. At first he thought, maybe, he could follow after it, but the second his hat drifted over water he realized that dream was short lived.
Nelson dropped to the water where his lovely fabric and wiring became stained and water clogged, onlookers did what they did best and looked on as a full grown man wearing a sweater vest sobbed over the loss of his hat. A few minutes later, a park attendant came by with an officer of the law to help England up from his place on the floor.
“Is there anyone we could possibly call?” A kind lady in a hat asked, and England could do nothing but frown at her and shake his head.
“Come on, son,” the officer said, “there’ll be other hats.”
England looked up from his place on the floor, eyes a more watery shade of green that usual and said, “there will never be a hat as good as Nelson ever again, sir, and don’t you dare assume otherwise.”
The next week, England was back into top hats, and all was forgotten. Nelson was put on the radiator and then promptly declared unwearable by such a man as Arthur Kirkland and given to Scope.
And this anonymous firmly realized that day that she was insane.
The end.
someone please help me
Prussia has a major crush on Austria who doesn't know. One day, after a seriously big prank prussia pulls (In an attempt to woo Austria) Austria snaps at him that no one will ever like him, cue Prussia running off and doing something crazy (You choose) and it all ends with them getting together with some Uke!Prussia smexy times (or prussia just being a bit submissive and sweet, sex is not necessary)
Extras:
The Bad Touch Trio (Prussia, France and Spain) and the bad Brother Trio (PRussia, England and Denmark) (Sans prussia, of course) coming together to tell Austria that Prussia is actually a delicate flower, and if he hurts him, They will break every part of his body.
Human names
Hungary and Japan as amazing matchmakers
Blushing Prussia o3o
Extras:
The Bad Touch Trio (Prussia, France and Spain) and the bad Brother Trio (PRussia, England and Denmark) (Sans prussia, of course) coming together to tell Austria that Prussia is actually a delicate flower, and if he hurts him, They will break every part of his body.
Human names
Hungary and Japan as amazing matchmakers
Blushing Prussia o3o
BDSM with painplay, and the sub enjoying it so much that they come from it. M/m, F/f, M/f and F/m are all good.
Any form of painplay is welcome, as long as it is safe, sane, consensual and enjoyable for both partners, as are other kinks and fetishes. The only things I really don't like are the big three, scat, watersports and vomit, plus guro. Painplay is about creating sensation, not doing actual damage. So impact play, figging, nipple clamps, temperature play, enemas, cock-and-ball or labia/clit torture, etc., are all welcome.
Bonus 1: Anal penetration with something other than a penis (plugs, dildos, fingers, enema nozzle, etc.)
Bonus 2: Loving aftercare
No UK/Canada, please. I like them both, just not in sexual situations with each other.
Any form of painplay is welcome, as long as it is safe, sane, consensual and enjoyable for both partners, as are other kinks and fetishes. The only things I really don't like are the big three, scat, watersports and vomit, plus guro. Painplay is about creating sensation, not doing actual damage. So impact play, figging, nipple clamps, temperature play, enemas, cock-and-ball or labia/clit torture, etc., are all welcome.
Bonus 1: Anal penetration with something other than a penis (plugs, dildos, fingers, enema nozzle, etc.)
Bonus 2: Loving aftercare
No UK/Canada, please. I like them both, just not in sexual situations with each other.
So, I want the usual cardverse marriage couples (USUK, RusHun, GerJap and FraLiech) and I want one or both of the spouses cheating. Or rather I want to know how there are cheating, in secret, out of love, in the open, with only one lover or several and so on ^^
Romance is not necessary, but well, they can cheat with whoever you want, I'm open for crack pairings ♥
Bonus: Liechtenstein cheating as well =D
Romance is not necessary, but well, they can cheat with whoever you want, I'm open for crack pairings ♥
Bonus: Liechtenstein cheating as well =D
Because a lot of times Romano is shown to be insecure (Rome left him while taking his brother and even Spain didn't want him at first) so I would like to see the Bad Touch Trio showing Romano hoe much he is loved. I would prefer a polygamous relationship where the three friends shower Romano with affection in their own ways. Can be pre-established relationship or the start of one.
Bonus: Individual and group date nights, Romano never pays.
Bonus 2: Italy is happy for his big brother because he always feels that Romano is always ignored/cast off to the side.
Bonus 3: Romano loves the attention even if he says otherwise.
Bonus: Individual and group date nights, Romano never pays.
Bonus 2: Italy is happy for his big brother because he always feels that Romano is always ignored/cast off to the side.
Bonus 3: Romano loves the attention even if he says otherwise.
I would have loved to write this. But I don't trust myself.
Here's hoping someone gives this fill the love it deserves.
Here's hoping someone gives this fill the love it deserves.
Re: Spain/France/Prussia/Romano - Showing Romano he's loved
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(Anonymous) - 2012-06-17 22:32 (UTC) - ExpandThis can be an AU, Gakuen or Nations, I really don't mind.
I would like one (Or both) of them cross-dressing for the other. Focus on them getting ready, doing make-up, shaving body hair ect.
Smut is always appreciated =D.
Bonus - They go out while dressed up, for a meal, party or whatever.
Bonus - The other get very protective of them while they are dressed as a girl.
I would like one (Or both) of them cross-dressing for the other. Focus on them getting ready, doing make-up, shaving body hair ect.
Smut is always appreciated =D.
Bonus - They go out while dressed up, for a meal, party or whatever.
Bonus - The other get very protective of them while they are dressed as a girl.
I want to see Russia trying to woo a female. I think he is rather clueless/innocent in this department and it would be hilarious.
As for the other nation, she can be a canon female character or a genderbent one. I don't prefer RusAme and RusCan and the Baltics paired with him, other than these, go wild.
I look for humor, cute awkwardness and clumsiness rather than eventual smut, but of course it is welcome.
Bonus: Rare pairing
Bonus: FemUK or FemTurkey
As for the other nation, she can be a canon female character or a genderbent one. I don't prefer RusAme and RusCan and the Baltics paired with him, other than these, go wild.
I look for humor, cute awkwardness and clumsiness rather than eventual smut, but of course it is welcome.
Bonus: Rare pairing
Bonus: FemUK or FemTurkey
So seconded, it'd be so funny ^^
Anon would like to see rough sex with Denmark on the bottom. It can have as many people involved as the filler wants. The catch is anon wants it to be consensual on the part of all parties. Anon ships bottom!Denmark with Netherlands and the other Nordic but is okay with anyone for this fill.
Bonus 1: Biting or marking
Bonus 2: Tender and loving aftercare
Bonus 1: Biting or marking
Bonus 2: Tender and loving aftercare
Seconded for NedDen and those delicious bonuses *O*/
So anon has seen a number of prompts involving England an Wales suggesting they look very alike. And, well, headcanon is headcanon, Himaruya hasn't given us the foggiest hint of a design for Wales, and some of the phenotype choices are odd anyway. But it irks this anon to see, since my sterotype of the Welsh is "short, dark-haired and dark-complected".
So, I'd love to see fic where Wales has to show up at a conference for some reason, and everyone expects him to look quite like England - then are amazed to find that all they have in common are green eyes and bushy eyebrows.
Confusion/hilarity ensues.
Anon, are you me? <333 This is my Wales!headcanon too.
SO very seconded.
SO very seconded.
would rather consensual but non-con is also awesome and shii.
Not too picky about plot/no plot, but porn is a must!
Also, AU/not AU, whichever works for you.
Not too picky about plot/no plot, but porn is a must!
Also, AU/not AU, whichever works for you.
The urge to write incestuous beetle porn is overwhelming.
I blame this on a fancomic I saw some time back--I want male to female transexual England, not just a crossdressing kink. Can be human!AU or canon, doesn't even have to have smut in it. And I don't care who tops.
The United States hosted the 1994 soccer/ football world cup; given that it's closer to the forth or fifth most popular sport in the United States rather than the first or second it is anywhere else, it's likely that America didn't see that as huge a deal as anyone else in his position would have.
And I can't imagine that sitting well with other, more interested/obsessed nations.
So what I want to see is a conspiracy among other nations to try and convince America to love the game as much as they do, attempting to make him pay more attention to it using various schemes to get his attention on it instead of american football/baseball/basketball.
Meanwhile, America's thrilled about having lots of company hanging around in totally-non-suspicious fashion and keeps inviting them to the very games they're trying to lure him from.
And I can't imagine that sitting well with other, more interested/obsessed nations.
So what I want to see is a conspiracy among other nations to try and convince America to love the game as much as they do, attempting to make him pay more attention to it using various schemes to get his attention on it instead of american football/baseball/basketball.
Meanwhile, America's thrilled about having lots of company hanging around in totally-non-suspicious fashion and keeps inviting them to the very games they're trying to lure him from.
Not in the smutty way, either. I'd really like to see fluff, cuddling in the wee hours of the night, drifting off in each other's arms, that sort of thing.
Bonus: Prussia comes upon them and takes advantage of the lack of witnesses to shamelessly d'awww over them.
Bonus: Prussia comes upon them and takes advantage of the lack of witnesses to shamelessly d'awww over them.
Something based on this: http://www.youtube.com/show/twobestfriendsplay with America as Matt and a surprisingly vitriolic Japan as Pat.
Bonus: "I swear to God, every time you ask me 'where?' and I point at it, and you go 'where?' and move the camera away, it makes me want to choke you like a puppy."
Bonus: "I swear to God, every time you ask me 'where?' and I point at it, and you go 'where?' and move the camera away, it makes me want to choke you like a puppy."
Anon would like to see the little things that couples do for each other to be the focus. For example making their favorite meal, giving them flowers, letting them take control or taking control during sex. Just the things that normally don't get a mention that all couples do for each other.
Bonus: All pairings are fine but anon really loves the Netherlands/Denmark, Nordic OT5, Germancest, Canada/France, and Spain/S Italy.
Bonus: All pairings are fine but anon really loves the Netherlands/Denmark, Nordic OT5, Germancest, Canada/France, and Spain/S Italy.
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