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I can't wait for more!!
This fill is so cute!!
F5ing all day long!!
This fill is so cute!!
F5ing all day long!!
Omg, omg, omg, I need this in my life. Please someone fill this!!!
So I was having a conversation with my friends from Russia the other day... And she told me that she really liked American guys because they were so chivalrous and knew how to treat a lady. (let I be known I laughed at her)
And yet... Headcannon was born.
I'd love to see a fic where Alfred starts dating another male nations for the first time. He' only eve dated women before... But hay, I can't be all that different right?
So... Alfred goes about it the same way. He pays for the dates, opens the door for his lover, buys him flowers and candys calls him cute nicknames... The perfect doting boyfriend. Basically treating him just like a pretty girl.
His lover is indignated.
Bonus: Alfred is a little sexist (Cause it can be argued that sexism and civilry arn't far off) and since he's tearing his partner like a girl...
Bonus 2: even though they're humiliated by the treatment and deny it. Deep down his boyfriend really does like Alfred treating him like he's so special am precious.
And yet... Headcannon was born.
I'd love to see a fic where Alfred starts dating another male nations for the first time. He' only eve dated women before... But hay, I can't be all that different right?
So... Alfred goes about it the same way. He pays for the dates, opens the door for his lover, buys him flowers and candys calls him cute nicknames... The perfect doting boyfriend. Basically treating him just like a pretty girl.
His lover is indignated.
Bonus: Alfred is a little sexist (Cause it can be argued that sexism and civilry arn't far off) and since he's tearing his partner like a girl...
Bonus 2: even though they're humiliated by the treatment and deny it. Deep down his boyfriend really does like Alfred treating him like he's so special am precious.
Has anyone ever watched the new show The Americans on FX? It's about two Soviet KGB officers posing as American citizens and a married couple. I would like to see that with Arthur and Alfred.
Bonus: If Arthur chosed to act british as part of his cover
Bonus: Ironically Ivan is a american FBI Agent
Bonus: If Arthur chosed to act british as part of his cover
Bonus: Ironically Ivan is a american FBI Agent
The door creaked open slowly; Berwald realized that, despite how careful he’d been in the past few days, he’d forgotten to lock the door. Still, he barely reacted, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the door. Mathias was standing there, looking hesitant.
“I called Tino,” Mathias said after a few seconds, and fully entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I told him what happened.”
“…When’s he gettin’ here?” Berwald mumbled, defeated. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor.
“He’s not. At least not yet.” Mathias leaned against the door. “I told him not to come, that ya didn’t wanna be seen by anyone. He still wants to, but right now he’s trustin’ me to stay and keep him updated. Can’t promise he won’t come over in a panic if he has a few drinks, though.” He sighed. “Look, I’m only here ‘cause you’re scarin’ the shit outta me, and I’m pretty sure Tino’d have a heart attack if he saw ya in this shape.” Mathias approached the bed. “But you hafta tell me what happened, and ya damn well better promise not to touch me again. The only reason I didn’t hit ya is cause somethin’ is seriously wrong. You’re hurt, or sick, or somethin’, I don’t know.”
“Y’should go.” Berwald wouldn’t look directly at him. “I shouldn’t be ‘round people.”
“Bullshit.” Mathias sat down, a foot of space between them on the bed. “Why’d ya hit me yesterday, and why’d ya grab my wrist a few minutes ago?”
Berwald glanced over. There were already red marks on Mathias’s wrist that would certainly darken into bruises, adding to the bruises already on his face. His stomach churned. “Wasn’t ya I wanted t’hit.” It was something he hadn’t even admitted to himself, and it only made him feel worse.
Mathias didn’t speak for a few moments. “Who did ya wanna hit?” he asked, sounding confused. Berwald shook his head. “If you’re gonna use me as your substitute punchin’ bag, I at least deserve to know who you’re pretendin’ I am, yanno.” He tilted his head. “Couldn’t be Tino, I’m pretty sure there’s nothin’ he could possibly do that’d get you this mad. Lukas and Erik could probably piss you off pretty bad if they tried hard enough, but Erik is too busy tryin’ to get into Kirana’s pants to bother, and Lukas actually enjoys your company for some weird reason.”
Berwald kept silent. Maybe if he just shut his mouth long enough, Mathias would give up and leave.
No such luck. “Berwald,” Mathias said a few moments later. He reached up and put his hand on Berwald’s cheek, turning his head to look at him. The Dane then gestured at the bruising around his nose and then held up his reddened wrist. “This isn’t you, hasn’t been for almost two centuries, and I’m not leavin’ until I find out why ya did this and find a way to fix it.”
“Y’can’t fix’t.”
“So you’re finally admittin’ somethin’ is wrong. That’s a step.”
“S’not yer business.”
“It’s always my business when one of ya is hurt.” Mathias scooted over until he was just a few inches away.
“And f’I don’t want t’?”
Mathias shrugged. “You will eventually.” He reached over and patted Berwald on the shoulder. “Can ya at least tell me why ya won’t tell me?”
Berwald removed Mathias’s hand from his shoulder and examined it. It was the one with the hurt wrist, and he could still see the imprint of his fingers. Even if he didn’t want to explain anything to Mathias, he knew he needed help since he was obviously affected enough to become violent. “Ya’d think less of me,” he said, letting go of the other’s wrist.
“There isn’t much that’d make me do that.”
“Liar.”
“Hey, I mean it. You’re Swedish, after all, so ya don’t have much to lose.” Mathias smiled at his own joke and lightly elbowed Berwald in the ribs. Berwald didn’t return the smile. “...But seriously, I can’t think of anythin’ you’d be willin’ to do that’d be that bad.”
“What f’it wasn’t somethin’ I was willin’ t’do?”
Mathias’s smile faded. He looked confused, more than anything. “Why would ya think I’d dislike ya for somethin’ you were forced to do?” he asked. A second later and his eyes widened a little; it seemed to have clicked. He withdrew a little, moving over slightly so they were farther apart.
“I told ya,” Berwald mumbled. He knew Mathias would react like this.
“I called Tino,” Mathias said after a few seconds, and fully entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I told him what happened.”
“…When’s he gettin’ here?” Berwald mumbled, defeated. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor.
“He’s not. At least not yet.” Mathias leaned against the door. “I told him not to come, that ya didn’t wanna be seen by anyone. He still wants to, but right now he’s trustin’ me to stay and keep him updated. Can’t promise he won’t come over in a panic if he has a few drinks, though.” He sighed. “Look, I’m only here ‘cause you’re scarin’ the shit outta me, and I’m pretty sure Tino’d have a heart attack if he saw ya in this shape.” Mathias approached the bed. “But you hafta tell me what happened, and ya damn well better promise not to touch me again. The only reason I didn’t hit ya is cause somethin’ is seriously wrong. You’re hurt, or sick, or somethin’, I don’t know.”
“Y’should go.” Berwald wouldn’t look directly at him. “I shouldn’t be ‘round people.”
“Bullshit.” Mathias sat down, a foot of space between them on the bed. “Why’d ya hit me yesterday, and why’d ya grab my wrist a few minutes ago?”
Berwald glanced over. There were already red marks on Mathias’s wrist that would certainly darken into bruises, adding to the bruises already on his face. His stomach churned. “Wasn’t ya I wanted t’hit.” It was something he hadn’t even admitted to himself, and it only made him feel worse.
Mathias didn’t speak for a few moments. “Who did ya wanna hit?” he asked, sounding confused. Berwald shook his head. “If you’re gonna use me as your substitute punchin’ bag, I at least deserve to know who you’re pretendin’ I am, yanno.” He tilted his head. “Couldn’t be Tino, I’m pretty sure there’s nothin’ he could possibly do that’d get you this mad. Lukas and Erik could probably piss you off pretty bad if they tried hard enough, but Erik is too busy tryin’ to get into Kirana’s pants to bother, and Lukas actually enjoys your company for some weird reason.”
Berwald kept silent. Maybe if he just shut his mouth long enough, Mathias would give up and leave.
No such luck. “Berwald,” Mathias said a few moments later. He reached up and put his hand on Berwald’s cheek, turning his head to look at him. The Dane then gestured at the bruising around his nose and then held up his reddened wrist. “This isn’t you, hasn’t been for almost two centuries, and I’m not leavin’ until I find out why ya did this and find a way to fix it.”
“Y’can’t fix’t.”
“So you’re finally admittin’ somethin’ is wrong. That’s a step.”
“S’not yer business.”
“It’s always my business when one of ya is hurt.” Mathias scooted over until he was just a few inches away.
“And f’I don’t want t’?”
Mathias shrugged. “You will eventually.” He reached over and patted Berwald on the shoulder. “Can ya at least tell me why ya won’t tell me?”
Berwald removed Mathias’s hand from his shoulder and examined it. It was the one with the hurt wrist, and he could still see the imprint of his fingers. Even if he didn’t want to explain anything to Mathias, he knew he needed help since he was obviously affected enough to become violent. “Ya’d think less of me,” he said, letting go of the other’s wrist.
“There isn’t much that’d make me do that.”
“Liar.”
“Hey, I mean it. You’re Swedish, after all, so ya don’t have much to lose.” Mathias smiled at his own joke and lightly elbowed Berwald in the ribs. Berwald didn’t return the smile. “...But seriously, I can’t think of anythin’ you’d be willin’ to do that’d be that bad.”
“What f’it wasn’t somethin’ I was willin’ t’do?”
Mathias’s smile faded. He looked confused, more than anything. “Why would ya think I’d dislike ya for somethin’ you were forced to do?” he asked. A second later and his eyes widened a little; it seemed to have clicked. He withdrew a little, moving over slightly so they were farther apart.
“I told ya,” Berwald mumbled. He knew Mathias would react like this.
Mathias shook his head. “I’m not- Berwald, why the hell would ya think I’d think less of you for that?” He raised his hand, moving to put it on Berwald’s arm, but stopped himself. “Alright if I touch ya?” he asked.
Berwald glanced at Mathias’s face; he could see the concern there, but he was certain hiding below it somewhere, there was laughter. Slowly, he nodded. “S’fine.” He watched Mathias’s hand as he placed it on his arm; he didn’t trust himself not to forget whose hand it was otherwise.
“Who hurt ya?” Mathias asked, squeezing Berwald’s arm.
“Why d’ya care?”
“Because I know you can’t go beat the shit outta him or her yourself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Berwald placed his hand over Mathias’s. He was briefly tempted to accept the offer, but he didn’t want to be directly responsible for putting one of his people in the hospital. Knowing how Mathias could get, Vincent would be lucky to live to see the hospital. “Not important.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t want ‘im dead.”
“I wouldn’t kill him, just maim him!”
“That’s what y’said ‘fore ya killed that blacksmith.”
“Hey, he deserved it! ‘Sides, that was almost a thousand years ago, if that happened today doctors coulda saved him.”
“Not lettin’ ya put one of mine in the hospital or the morgue, Mathias.”
“Well obviously ya want him hurtin’. You punch me, I punch him for you, it all works out.”
Berwald fell silent. As much as Vincent had hurt him, he didn’t want to hurt back; he was a terrible human being, but he was still one of Berwald’s human beings. It was pathetic.
“…Okay, fine, don’t tell me. I can put off beatin’ him to a pulp. Can you at least tell me what ya need?”
“What d’ya mean?”
“Do ya need me to stop touchin’ ya or somethin’ like that? I’m not gonna leave, you’re in no state to take care of yourself, so don’t say ya need me to leave.”
Berwald frowned, not having entirely figured that out himself. “…ask before y’touch me,” he said, deciding that was a good compromise for now.
Mathias nodded. “Fair enough. What do ya want me to tell Lukas and Tino when they ask? They will eventually.”
Berwald shrugged. “Make somethin’ up.”
“Damn, this really did hit ya hard if you’re trustin’ me to make up a lie about ya.” Mathias smiled. Berwald didn’t. “Could tell ‘em ya were banned from coffee by your boss.” Berwald was fully aware that Mathias was just trying to make him laugh, but wasn’t likely he would succeed. “I’d probably punch ya and have a nervous breakdown if that happened to me. Lukas, too. No one’s stupid enough to try that with Tino though, with all the rifles he has.”
Despite how little humor Berwald found in the other’s joking, he did enjoy it; the fact that Mathias was trying so hard to make him feel happier helped. He quietly sat, listening to Mathias ramble on, going from Tino’s past caffeine-deprived meltdowns to how convinced he was that Erik was sleeping with Kirana. It felt comfortable.
A!A: Since I know this would bug the hell out of me if I was reading this: I didn’t forget about the bread in the oven. It finished baking and Mathias took it out right after he called Tino.
I apologize I took so long to update, it’s been a very, very busy week. And next week is midterms, so I might not update until late again, unfortunately. But I'll do my best!
Berwald glanced at Mathias’s face; he could see the concern there, but he was certain hiding below it somewhere, there was laughter. Slowly, he nodded. “S’fine.” He watched Mathias’s hand as he placed it on his arm; he didn’t trust himself not to forget whose hand it was otherwise.
“Who hurt ya?” Mathias asked, squeezing Berwald’s arm.
“Why d’ya care?”
“Because I know you can’t go beat the shit outta him or her yourself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Berwald placed his hand over Mathias’s. He was briefly tempted to accept the offer, but he didn’t want to be directly responsible for putting one of his people in the hospital. Knowing how Mathias could get, Vincent would be lucky to live to see the hospital. “Not important.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t want ‘im dead.”
“I wouldn’t kill him, just maim him!”
“That’s what y’said ‘fore ya killed that blacksmith.”
“Hey, he deserved it! ‘Sides, that was almost a thousand years ago, if that happened today doctors coulda saved him.”
“Not lettin’ ya put one of mine in the hospital or the morgue, Mathias.”
“Well obviously ya want him hurtin’. You punch me, I punch him for you, it all works out.”
Berwald fell silent. As much as Vincent had hurt him, he didn’t want to hurt back; he was a terrible human being, but he was still one of Berwald’s human beings. It was pathetic.
“…Okay, fine, don’t tell me. I can put off beatin’ him to a pulp. Can you at least tell me what ya need?”
“What d’ya mean?”
“Do ya need me to stop touchin’ ya or somethin’ like that? I’m not gonna leave, you’re in no state to take care of yourself, so don’t say ya need me to leave.”
Berwald frowned, not having entirely figured that out himself. “…ask before y’touch me,” he said, deciding that was a good compromise for now.
Mathias nodded. “Fair enough. What do ya want me to tell Lukas and Tino when they ask? They will eventually.”
Berwald shrugged. “Make somethin’ up.”
“Damn, this really did hit ya hard if you’re trustin’ me to make up a lie about ya.” Mathias smiled. Berwald didn’t. “Could tell ‘em ya were banned from coffee by your boss.” Berwald was fully aware that Mathias was just trying to make him laugh, but wasn’t likely he would succeed. “I’d probably punch ya and have a nervous breakdown if that happened to me. Lukas, too. No one’s stupid enough to try that with Tino though, with all the rifles he has.”
Despite how little humor Berwald found in the other’s joking, he did enjoy it; the fact that Mathias was trying so hard to make him feel happier helped. He quietly sat, listening to Mathias ramble on, going from Tino’s past caffeine-deprived meltdowns to how convinced he was that Erik was sleeping with Kirana. It felt comfortable.
A!A: Since I know this would bug the hell out of me if I was reading this: I didn’t forget about the bread in the oven. It finished baking and Mathias took it out right after he called Tino.
I apologize I took so long to update, it’s been a very, very busy week. And next week is midterms, so I might not update until late again, unfortunately. But I'll do my best!
Second bonus I just thought of- The inclusions of the Macdonald triad (three early signs of a sociopath. Pyromania, bed wetting, and animal cruelty... If you count throwing a buffalo around like a rag doll as animal abuse. It's /cannon/ that alfred showed two of these three signs ) or anything from here http://www.mcafee.cc/Bin/sb.html
Australia is a lot bigger (and stronger) than New Zealand. NZ really gets off on the feeling of being pinned down by his lover, the difference in their sizes, and how Australia can just hold him still.
Don't mind female NZ.
Don't mind female NZ.
second
Hello, it's me again, and while I don't have the impression OP checks here often, I want to ask a question.
OP, I accidentally wrote in LietPol. It's not important or anything, I can still change it to them being friends, but I would personally prefer to leave it as it is... What do you think of it? I'm obviously not going to write in a pairing you hate.
Also, is it okay to mention past pairings involving mainly Netherlands? Not important either, just to give the character a bit more background.
Thanks in advance~.
OP, I accidentally wrote in LietPol. It's not important or anything, I can still change it to them being friends, but I would personally prefer to leave it as it is... What do you think of it? I'm obviously not going to write in a pairing you hate.
Also, is it okay to mention past pairings involving mainly Netherlands? Not important either, just to give the character a bit more background.
Thanks in advance~.
I have this headcanon for China about how he had nicknames for his siblings based on the Five Elements... specifically, the heavenly creatures associated with the elements.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wu_Xing
Specifically: China = Earth/Yellow Dragon, Japan = Metal/White Tiger, Taiwan = Fire/Vermilion Bird, Korea = Water/Black Tortoise, and HK / Vietnam = Wood/Azure Dragon.
Reasoning: Japan/Metal being most militaristic, HK/Vietnam/Wood being most similar to China, Korea/Water because the spirit is actually plural (tortoise and snake) much like North and South, Taiwan/Fire for her strong spirit, China/Earth as the 'center/balance' of them.
Whether they were actual guardians or just who he quietly associated them each with I'm wavering on, but either seems good to explore. If you want to add in other Chinese lore/mythology feel free.
Bonus: According to the lore, tigers and dragons are mortal enemies/rivals. Comparing that to China and Japan's historical relations...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wu_Xing
Specifically: China = Earth/Yellow Dragon, Japan = Metal/White Tiger, Taiwan = Fire/Vermilion Bird, Korea = Water/Black Tortoise, and HK / Vietnam = Wood/Azure Dragon.
Reasoning: Japan/Metal being most militaristic, HK/Vietnam/Wood being most similar to China, Korea/Water because the spirit is actually plural (tortoise and snake) much like North and South, Taiwan/Fire for her strong spirit, China/Earth as the 'center/balance' of them.
Whether they were actual guardians or just who he quietly associated them each with I'm wavering on, but either seems good to explore. If you want to add in other Chinese lore/mythology feel free.
Bonus: According to the lore, tigers and dragons are mortal enemies/rivals. Comparing that to China and Japan's historical relations...
Seconded. So hard. I need this in my life.
Happy endings are fine and pairings are wonderful :)
I found this out about five minutes after posting the request... Now OP feels like a clown... :P
I found this out about five minutes after posting the request... Now OP feels like a clown... :P
Second. So many seconds. I loved the fill on that. It would be so cool to see it the other way around :3
Re: France/England - in which England does all the wooing
(Anonymous) 2013-03-17 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)All of the seconds!
There's a fic slightly like this, where Arthur is in the closet and meets Alfred, whose entire lifestyle is being Out and Proud. Al is Francis' spoiled child, and Francis is Arthur's boss. However, Al is a slut and Canada's in it. I think it's by Butterfish?
I am tempted to fill this. I used to do competitive swimming when I was in high school, so I could have fun with this prompt! However I must admit that I'm a first time filler. So before I say yes, I'd like to know some more specifics.
Could OP please give me an extensive list of the characters you want to see? I know that China, Turkey and France are in the Gourmet Club and that Hungary and Australia are in the Swim club. But I think there should be more people, if you know what I mean! But I don't want to offend OP by writing about someone or a pairing that you don't want to read about.
I'm looking forward to potentially filling this request!
Could OP please give me an extensive list of the characters you want to see? I know that China, Turkey and France are in the Gourmet Club and that Hungary and Australia are in the Swim club. But I think there should be more people, if you know what I mean! But I don't want to offend OP by writing about someone or a pairing that you don't want to read about.
I'm looking forward to potentially filling this request!
I'd just really love to see Alfred interacting with the secret service... In all their badass, tight nit, stereotypical glory XD
Bonus one: a new secret service agen is introduced to Alfred. And America confuses the poor man to no end.
Bonus two: at one point, a secret service agent meets Russia, and in response to him saying "Hello Mr. Braginski," Ivan says "Hello Mr. Fredka's-puppy."
Bonus three: Alfred talks several agent into playing baseball with him.
Bonus one: a new secret service agen is introduced to Alfred. And America confuses the poor man to no end.
Bonus two: at one point, a secret service agent meets Russia, and in response to him saying "Hello Mr. Braginski," Ivan says "Hello Mr. Fredka's-puppy."
Bonus three: Alfred talks several agent into playing baseball with him.
OP felt a bit weepy at this. The contradictions are a little too accurate. Thank you for the fic!
O_O Australia is so creepy here!
Anon would like to see a fic showing the nations dining together with all their cultural habits and little personal quirks! I would prefer to see as many nations as possible. Multiple fills are welcomed!! I prefer gen/no pairings but I don't mind as long that the OP doesn't focus on it too much.
Bonus:
- I would like to see Italy and China
- England, Hong Kong and/or China
- Vegetarians
Bonus:
- I would like to see Italy and China
- England, Hong Kong and/or China
- Vegetarians
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