Hetalia kink meme ([personal profile] hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:55 pm

Hetalia kink meme part 24

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part 24


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Re: Malentendido- Chapter 1 [5/5]

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A!A: Damn you, commenter!Anon, for just spoiling yourself XD You are definitely going to get a Lovino PoV. It's already written, but I don't know when to include it.

Mini Fill!

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)

"Do you have the money?"

The old man looked rather affronted. He hadn't trekked across the soggy and swampy hill-top for this! "I guess there's no need to explain who you are. Your men are not only ruthless in battle but they also hold a strongly commercial attitude towards war," he said, scrutinizing the young soldier from head to toe. "I don't know whether I should regret this decision or not."

"As long as you pay us on time, you won't," the soldier said. "Now, are you going to hire us or what?"

"Kids, these days," the old man grumbled, as he reached for his money pouch. "You know, I expect better manners once you're introduced to His Holiness.

The personification of the Swiss Confederacy didn't reply. He handed his pike to one of his men (who was nearly too exhausted to catch it, given by how dangerously it swung in the air) and stepped forward to receive the pouch. When he finally finished counting every single coin, he had it locked up inside a small chest.

The old man huffed but for once, he cracked a smile. He managed to stand a little bit straighter despite his headache and his aching bones. "If you will come this way..." He said, gesturing to the soldier and his troops. "That over there, across the Tiber, is Vatican Hill. The basilica at the foot of the hill was built by Emperor Constantine. It is not like any basilica in Rome because it is the site that marks the grave of St. Peter the Apostle..."


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A pike is a very long, thrusting spear that was regularly used in European warfare.

The Tiber is the third-longest river in Italy. It is the main watercourse of Rome and is heavily identified with the city.

Emperor Constantine was the Roman Emperor from 306 to 337. He is known for being the first Roman emperor to covert to Christianity.

St. Peter the Apostle was one of the 12 apostles of Jesus. He is regarded as the first pope of the Catholic Church.

I didn't refer to the old man as Vatican City because I regard him as a different entity. The old man is meant to be a personification of the Papal States which were sovereign territory under the Holy See and existed from the 6th century until 1870. Vatican City didn't exist until 1929 when it was established as an independent state by the Lateran Treaty. This can be a stand-alone but I will be following this up with a longer fill that goes further into the future. I got the gist of what you wanted but I will be giving you a different interpretation if that's okay with you.

... so many foot notes for a small fill. I only hope that I don't run into too much trouble with the upcoming one.

Re: Malentendido- Chapter 1 [5/5]

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
What have I ever done to deserve such wonderful commenters?

Thank you thank you thank you. I was really unsure about Arthur, because I had all the reasons for why he acts the way he does and why that's actually rational in my brain but just didn't know how to get them across. I really thought that he appeared too dickish, and that I made it seem like he didn't care for Francis at all, which I think is out of character. I'll still return to this later.

Yay, you noticed the albinism thing! I just couldn't pass on the opportunity of including it, even though it probably makes it over the top dramatic. It's just something that is ignored very often, because albinism isn't talked about too much in modern media other than "ooh, spooky/sexy". I didn't find out myself that albinism pretty much equals blindness up until recently, and felt the need to be a smartass informative :)

Re: The Conquest List [6/22(?)]: Chad, UKUS

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Brilliant.

Re: Slithering in Silence: Chapter 3 [5/5]

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
A!A here- Oh god, now I kind of want a fill with all of them being nagas because it would all be so much happier D: I love your ideas.

I suppose that when you take away the naga-things, this is basically a story about puberty. Ungh. I'm writing about puberty. Oh god. Thank god we don't have to take the naga things away xD
yes, an even stronger angstfest is heading your way, seek cover or you will be smothered

Re: OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad that you're still liking it, OP, and that you can stand my need to romanticize everything although it wasn't even in the request :D

Re: Mini Fill!

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm loving this, author anon. Actually, the fact that you had to give us so many footnotes for such a small text is kind of awesome--Yes! Information! Glorious! :D

I would like to see where you take it from here and also it Switzerland wears that RIDICULOUS uniform, grr xD I'm not the OP, by the way.

Authornon

(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I read your mind. Probably. Or, uh, or maybe not xD (I don't know, this request just SCREAMED EstoFin to me D:) And God, thanks for saying they were in character. I battled with myself the entire time, actually, because of this!

Re: France, England: friendship, hurt/comfort

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
OP you have a second A!A :) I have idea's...

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
AmeCan would be fine. But AmeRus/RusAme is my OTP :)

Re: Spain/Austria - Honeymoon

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Any preference on how graphic?

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
THis was a wonderfully unexpected fill, I like your vision of fem!England A!A, this was everything I wanted!

Re: Scandinavia and the world Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
cute

A!A

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh crap LOL Yeah I wrote the song title wrong :I

& yeah...I'm sorry about that :T It's within reason though for the next part.

What to do when your tomato gets pregnant (4/?)

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
For as long as Spain knew Romano (and mind you, that is quite a while), he had never been one to openly show affection. The only time Romano had been willing to cuddle would be lying in bed after sex. And as far as Spain was concerned, there had not been sex. At least since that one time in the tomato fields- most likely the time Romano got pregnant. But still, the fact remained Romano had slipped his hand in his, and smiled (honest to God smiled) as they walked home from the store.

More than a tad concerned, probably more so than when Romano had screamed at him for not adding American potatoes into the pasta, Spain resolved to keep a close eye on Romano from there on out. Which honestly wasn't hard since he had been doing the exact same thing since Romano became pregnant.

“Antonio?” Romano asked tentatively, swinging their linked hands together. The only response Spain could muster was a quiet “Hm?”, and Romano rushed into his question before he lost the nerve.
“Do you think I'd be a good parent?”

Spain tightened his grip on Romano's hand. “Oh course! Why do you ask?”

“Because. Reasons” Spain frowned a little at Romano's response, waiting for him to continue. Eventually, the silence became too much, and Spain stopped walking, causing Romano to pause as well.

“Like what?” Spain prompted, trying to meet Romano's elusive gaze.

“I- I well, um, I don't want for our kids to get all messed up because of me. I mean, you say I'm all these things I'm not, and I don't- I couldn't stand it if he or she hated me. I know what I'm like and, hell, everybody knows what I'm like and I don't know what to do and I'm, I'm scared.”

Spain stayed quiet for a minute, debating on the best course of action. Finally he chose the one most natural to him. Pulling Romano into a tight hug, and continuing as though he never planned on letting go.

“I'm scared too you know. I'm scared for you and I'm scared for the babies. And as for being a horrible guardian, I would like you to name one person who could be better than you at raising a child, and I will prove you wrong.”

“Feliciano.” Romano's voice came out as barely a whisper.

Spain froze, processing the idea. Italy? A mother.. er, father... care taker? The idea slowly sank in, and almost without realizing it, Spain burst into laughter.

What to do when your tomato gets pregnant (4b/?)

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
“What?!” Romano shouted, pushing Spain away, cheeks ablaze. “Why the fuck are you laughing?!”

Spain tried to suppress his laughter, but the more he tried to imagine Italy caring for child, the more he laughed. As much as he adored the younger Vargas brother, the whole idea of him in charge of another life was commercial.

“Bastard! That's not funny! If you think my idea is stupid just fucking say it!” Spain was dragged down to earth by Romano's hurt expression, and quickly tried to make amends.

“No! I don't think it's stupid, just silly. Why would Feli be any better than you as a parent? As long as I've known him, he's always been kinda spacey. I just think someone would get really hurt under his watch if no one else was around.”

Romano entertained the thought for a second, but quickly shot it down. “No, he's got Potato Bastard to help him. And that's not why I thought he'd be the better parent. He's always so nice and sweet and stupid crap like that. Hell, even I would rather have him than me.”

Spain just shook his head. How did Romano think so low of himself? “No querido, you're wrong. Anyone who knows you- really knows you- can tell you. You're not so easily likeable, yes, but that's what makes you so perfect. Because it takes getting time to know you to see all the amazing qualities you have. Our bebé is going to love you, just as much as I do.”

There was silence in the moment following, Romano looking like he was attempting to absorb Spain's words. Then, rising to stand on the pads of his feet, he pulled Spain down and kissed him sweetly. “I, I love you too.” And, almost as if he was debating whether or not to say his next words out loud, Romano sputtered, “And, and you k-know, if you'd like to show me. That you love me and all. You can do that. I called the doctor to ask, and he said it's perfectly fine. So yeah.”

Smirking, Spain swept Romano's feet out from under him, and caught him in the same motion. “I believe I have no choice then. If mi corazón wants my churro, then that's what he'll get.”

And with that, the idiot boss carried the sputtering, tomato red boy into their house, where they had churros all night long.


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Words cannot describe how sorry I am about those last two paragraphs. Really, for anyone who wanted a decent ending to this installment, I'm sorry. I can't believe I took so long putting this up! And wow this story is getting long. I'm no good with conclusions. I'm rather glad I have a nine month time frame, otherwise things would be going day by day. And that would get ridiculous.

Re: Denmark/Norway Vampire Kink 1b/?

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oooooo, looking forward to more!

Re: The Conquest List [6/22(?)]: Chad, UKUS

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
With every new update, never a disappointment. Always a good time.

This is such a cute fill. I always enjoy it.

I love America's reactions to the devious things that England does to conquer countries.

Re: Lovers at Second Glances 13c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
I can always count on this fill to give me, at the very least, a good chuckle and leave entertained. I love this fill.

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
*is excited* :D

Re: This Gift I Offer (Prologue)

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Nice minimalist descriptions, Authornon! In just one comment post, you've shown so much already. You've already brought us practically to the action.

You're awesome, and I hope you update soon. ;)

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Fantastic intro, Author!Anon. You've definitely got me excited for a very excellent fill. Thanks so much for starting this!

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest, no, not really. I just need these two together, badly!

In Love and War [Part 1/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
He knew the consequences when he decided to do it. He knew that it would be final, absolute. There would be no going back. That's why he decided to do it.

He wouldn't have to fight with France anymore. He saw what happened after Russia lost Prussia. France would probably just become as icy cold as that nation, and it would be no big deal. France wouldn't ever fight with anyone ever again. England could have hegemony without worrying about challenges! He would be free! He would be mighty! He would be everything France wasn't!

England sat outside Jeanne's jail cell with a smirk.

She deserved to die. Wearing men's clothes? Pfft. That was clearly a sin.

There was no spark of defiance in her eyes, but she certainly hadn't given in yet. She just sat there as if she was being dignified by going quietly. She had accepted her fate, so why wasn't she struggling?

England knew a way to fix that.

As he walked out of the room, he whispered to the guard: “You can do as you please with her.”

The guard grinned.

...oOo...


France knelt down in front of him, tears streaming down his previously flawless face.

It was a nice change to see him like this. Kneeling in the dirt, hair matted and dirty, uniform tattered.

“S'il vous plaît, Angleterre... Vous ne pouvez pas le faire... Je vous en supplie...”

England smirked. The nice thing about the French language is that you can tell when someone is speaking to you as if you are superior.

“In English, frog.”

France grabbed for England's hands, desperate, pleading.

“Please, England... You can't do this... I beg you...”

England wrenched his hands away, but then leaned down to France's level.

“Oh, but I can. And I will.”

“Please, don't,” he whispered, “I'll do anything.”

England looked thoughtful for just a fraction of a second. France saw it and continued:

“What do you want? Money? Resources? Part of the harvest yield?”

No, I want your entire country. I wanted you to surrender to me. I wanted you to be mine, and mine alone.

“I want to kill Jean on account of heresy.”

“Non, Dieu cher, non. She has done nothing, she is still a virgin!”

“I don't care,” England whispered.

They both looked over as a horse-drawn cart rolled slowly by. Jeanne was sitting in it with her hands tied behind her back, and a blind-fold over her eyes.

France scrambled to his feet.

“Jeanne!” he shouted, running over to the side of the cart. “Jeanne!”

“Francis?” she looked around, even though the cloth was over her eyes.

England ran after France to stop him before he could untie her. He grabbed France's shoulders and pulled him back, forcing his hands behind him and holding him back.

“I can't stop it, Jeanne!” France shouted, as the cart stopped a short ways from them.

England covered France's mouth hastily.

“I know, Francis!” she shouted back. “It's okay! I'm going with God now. Je reconte Dieu... La monde est bien maintenant...”

France didn't even bother trying to say something. Somehow that made England feel uneasy. The feeling increased slightly when England felt hot tears slide silently over the hand covering France's mouth.

He almost let go.

He almost let France stop the soldiers from tying Jeanne to the pole.

He almost let France pull her from the fire.

He almost felt sorry for what he had done when she called Jesus' name.

He almost told France he was sorry when France went limp in his arms.

He almost let France cry on him.

But England released him, and allowed him to fall to the dirt to sob quietly for his lost lover. He saw the red thread go limp as well, as if what was holding it tight had been cut, and it just needed to be retied.

To keep his mind from his conflicting emotions, he glanced to a spot far off on the horizon. The spot where his own red thread disappeared to. It was taught, so taught. So taught, it was as if it was pulling him to some distant place...

In Love and War [Part 2a/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
England sipped tea out in his garden. It was those kinds of afternoons he liked best. The menacing quiet of the world just before a rainstorm. He was surrounded by the roses that his country adored so fully, and they cast a delicate fragrance around him. All was well in his little world.

He hadn't thought about France for a long time. Not since the American Revolution. England had once asked France why he was helping America.

France just gave him a calculating look and asked: “All is fair in love and war, non?”

England had realized that France was finally rebelling. Finally paying him back for Jeanne.

And, somehow, that eased his conscience.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of clean air. The faint scent of rain danced on the wind.

When he opened his eyes again, a fairy was sitting with her legs dangling over the table. Her hair was long and red. If she was standing, it would've reached the back of her pink knees. All her skin was pink. Everything on her was pink and red. Except for her eyes. Her eyes were cold, calculating, and as silver as her wings.

“Hello,” England began, “I don't believe we've met.”

She shook her long red hair out, the waning sunlight glaring off of it magnificently.

“No, we haven't.”

Her silver eyes narrowed, in an almost hostile gesture.

England cleared his throat and put his cup of tea down beside the fairy.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

She pulled a leg up onto the table and rested her elbow on her knee.

“No. There's something I can help you with though.”

“Oh?” England asked with a tinge of amusement.

“It's about France.”

“France? Oh... Are you going to help me get America back?”

She looked up at him thoughtfully. She really did look very calculating.

“Perhaps,” she finally replied.

She reached over and twanged the red string on England's pinky. It was still as taught as ever, and England swore he felt the reverberation through his very soul.

He withdrew his hand closer to his chest.

“You can see them?” he asked her.

She nodded solemnly.

England worried at his lip as he continued looking at her. His mind strayed to France and his red string... Watching it go slack. Suddenly he was grateful that his string was so tight. Sometimes he thought it was so tight it hurt, but it couldn't be as bad as having that string dragging behind you for the rest of your life...

“The goddess Yuèlǎo made a mistake.”

“Yuèlǎo?” England asked, taken aback.

The fairy nodded again.

“Yes, she made a terrible mistake with France's thread. She paired him with a human by accident. And after that, there was a whole series of mistakes when she tried to fix it.”

“Well w-what is she going to do about it?”

The fairy shrugged.

“Absolutely nothing. The red thread doesn't make people fall in love of course, it just ties people together. People fall in love entirely of their own accord. And once people fall in love, the thread can't be broken. So, her hands are tied.” She took a moment to giggle at her own pun before continuing, “She can't break the threads she has created. However, she can retie them.”

England listened in silence, but then asked,

“What has that to do with me? My thread is intact.”

The fairy gave him a half-pitying look.

“It doesn't have much to do with you actually. However, you got yourself involved when you decided to sever France's thread.”

“I did no such thing!” England protested, that old guilt flaring up around his conscience.

The fairy fluttered her wings angrily, but her voice was even when she said:

“You did. You knew about the thread, and you knew what would happen if the thread was severed. Furthermore, you knew the effect it would have on France if you killed Jeanne, but you did it anyway. You wanted him to suffer.”

England scoffed.

“He didn't though. That git was completely fine.”

“Really, now? Do you know that for sure? Do you think he would show his face in front of you after he had been crying?” She stood up and pointed a rosy finger at him. “You have no idea. But the Gods and Goddesses do. They saw everything. Freyja wanted to dissolve France's country and take him into Fólkvangr. Aphroditê was about to let her. But Sucellus had a different idea.”