hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 24

I am thinking about filling this one. Can I keep them as immortal? I just don't like the possibility of them dying... Would vampire and/or werewolf work for you? I was actually writing something like this already with these two (except they had a third partner that might or might not have been a Nordic country whose name begins with an N). Would that be okay or would you be really upset if I did put the third person in there?

I laughed when I read this. Seconded! (And America, quit being so lazy!)

second!

Random passerby anon thinks England as Prosperous would work so well.

Setting takes place during the middle ages where Alfred arranged to be married to Arthur father.

Arthur father can be a nation or OC I have no preference. Either he a lord or someone who has power or money.

Bonus: Alfred and Arthur are childhood friends

I could see Germany being very paranoid of Prussia dying since he's not a Nation anymore.

God!England is sort of a dick..

(+44): it’s my sixth sense. If there’s an orgy within 20 miles of me i’ll know about if. Or be a part of it.

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Author Anon-chan is very sorry for taking so long, her and her family is moving and Anon-chan has also been obsessing over getting an AO3 account~ Sorry.

But Anon is back, definitely for the long run and I won't ever be abandoning this story, so don't worry!

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Ivan cannot deal with any more stress. If he does, he is willing to kill anyone that stands in his way. But right now, after that call from Victoria, Ivan has already decided who will die.

Ivan seethed, hearing about it from an outside source probably pissed him off more than anything else did. No, that was a lie, losing HIS Eduard pissed him off more, but having to hear it from someone like Victoria Kirkland – the little betrayal waiting to happen – is what nailed that final nail in someone's coffin.

Ivan called Taurys into the room, asked him when if Eketerina had come back yet and when he received a negative answer, told the young man to call her back.

“If I may ask, why?” Taurys questioned, but Ivan was in no mood to humor those who were supposed to follow his every order and gave him a deadly look.

“Taurys, who took you in and taught you how to protect yourself?” Ivan asked.

“You did.” Taurys said slowly.

“And, who helped put you through school? Helped you grow into the man you are today?”

“You..”

“So why, why is it, when I ask you to do something simple for me, the person who has cared about you, you betray me by asking questions?”

“I..-- I didn't mean it like-” Ivan cut Taurys off.

“I mean, do you not appreciate everything?” Ivan's anger rose, “Did I not give you enough?”

“You did, I'm sorry.” Taurys bowed his head.

Ivan smiled, “Then go do what I asked.” And Taurys left the room to do so.

-Scene Change-

Christian frowned when Eketerina excused herself from the table, smiling at him and the simple gold band glinting in the light of the room. “I am so sorry!” She sniffled, eyes wide.

“It's ok. Don't take long though.” He said, sending her an air kiss. Eketerina was something special to him, and he wanted to get her away from that crazy family of hers. See, Christian didn't know what he was getting himself into when he first started going out with her, he thought she was just a nurse, but apparently, after some heavy research, he found out that she was part of the Russian Mafia. Christian didn't judge others on what job they held, be kinda stupid to do so, but given what was going to go down in a few months time, he decided he had to get her out. Eketerina was a soft women, she didn't need to be in the middle of an all out territory war, she deserved to be on some beach, somewhere.

“Ah!” Eketerina muttered coming back, “I need to go, Christian. I'm sorry, family problems. You understand?” She kissed him on the lips, “But I'll call you later?”

“Of course, love.” He gave her another kiss, “Be safe.”

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Francis walked into his kitchen, the waitstaff gone by now. It was eerily quiet, not something the man liked to hear. Usually he had the last person leave the radio on, that way he could dance along to the music while he worked around in his kitchen. Francis shook it off though, and walked over to turn it on, ignoring the person in the corner of the room.

“Oui?” Francis asked, once the music had begun playing.

The person sighed, “Did you do it?”

Francis drew a knife from the wooden knife block, “Of course I did.” He muttered, grabbing some produce from the counter behind him. “Did you?”

“. . . You asked a lot.”

Francis tsked, “I asked a lot? You are the one asking me to betray everything I have ever known.” He didn't want to do any more, before, he was used to being used by each of the mafia's in Hetalian but now, he just wanted to settled down and leave this world behind.

“Shut up, like you've never done this before!” The sharp tongue of the eldest Italian brother, Romano sighed angrily, “You'll need to freak the kid out, I'm pretty sure that if we run him out of town, we all can go back to normal.” Romano spoke slowly, but deadly. Which was to be expected by what could be the future major crime boss of Hetalian.

“Romano dear --”

“Don't you dare call me that!” Romano growled, “I'm not one of those floozy's you charm, fuck and then fuck over!”

Francis held up his hands in mock surrender, “My dear Romano,” He began, voice lowering, “Do well to remember who you are talking to. I'm not just someone out on the street making a name for myself like your family has done, I am true mob royalty and I will kill you.”

“You forget, that I am current mob royalty and that my family made a name of ourselves by taking over yours.” Romano said, he slammed his hands on the table, “And if it's a pissing contest you want, you won't win.”

“How much are you willing to bet?” Francis taunted, “How about you're kingdom... or should I call it your grandfather's? Since that's what it really is. You have as much power in this coming war than any one of those citizens!”

Romano stayed silent. Calming himself before he did something he regretted. He did rely on Francis for information and other things, though he didn't like the Frenchman, too much problems and history involved. “I... just need to protect my fratello and. . . well you know!”

Francis calmed himself, but couldn't keep the smirk off his face, “Do you know what was my own grandm – grandfather's downfall?” He asked the younger Italian, who shook his head, “He wanted something and for the want of that thing, he lost the kingdom. . .” Though there was a left out part that Romano didn't need to hear, he already knew.

Oh my god, this is great. Seconded, and I might write this if inspiration strikes.

For the want of the nail, Gallia, which was Ly Bonnefoy, managed to lose his kingdom, lose his love and lose his son. It was horrid, a bedtime story that Romulus used to warn Romano when he was younger, a way to keep him in line. “I know, my grandpa told me it all the time.”

“Then you'll know that you need to work with what I can give you, do not demand more than you can get.” Francis begun to chop some produce, “Our plan will work, Romano, so go back to playing those two and by time you've decided who you wanted, everything will have been righted.”

Romano glared for a minute, staring at Francis, who payed him no attention anymore, before he got up and left. For once, Romano would admit that he was getting a little cabin fever, with the fact that he wanted to stop betraying his nonno, but he didn't need for Francis point out that if he failed, he'd lose everything, that was just Francis' cruelness coming out to play.

-A long commercial break worms its way right here and you know that you don't want it, so you quickly change the channel, check the weather and decides it's too hot to go outside and then you decide to go to the pool today and now you're back to your original channel, and the commercial break is almost over but a commercial for cars shows up and you don't own one so you start daydreaming and then End Commercial Break-

Eyolf sighed, he didn't know how to handle anything anymore. His proverbial deal with the devil going down in flames, along with the relationships he had made growing more and more strained, Eyolf was ready to throw in the towel and explain everything to Nikolaj. The other man was one of the first people that Eyolf had grown to trust, mostly because at first Nikolaj was just someone that Eyolf's father had taken in from the streets and trained to be his protector.

“You're thinking.” Eyolf's little brother, Eirikur said, sliding into a seat.

Eyolf sighed again, “Of course.” He was the head of a large mafia that was failing.

“Well stop.” Eirikur said, “Just do what feels natural.”

It was easier said than done, Eyolf couldn't just forgo all the rules he set in place when he took over, he had done that once and look how that had ended up; a continuing effort to keep certain things quiet and having Berwald taking children in. Tino was a fine addition, but when he began to want things a normal person wanted, that's when things had started to go wrong. Berwald took Kirkland's kid, Peter; a feat Eyolf had been wondering since it happened, and from there, Eyolf was sure everything was spiraling downwards and now a war with the Braginski's and the Vargas' was just going to end them, he was sure.

“Brother,” Eirikur began, “Remember what Da – Father told us, 'Want not a nail, but island, and leave not a trace behind.'”

“. . .” Eyolf was surprised that the younger one could remember that, given that their father went missing more than 10 years ago.

“We've been so careful and the others haven't, we've got connections in the police department, they don't, we have friends in higher standings, they don't. We have the upper hand, they don't.” Eyolf watched his brother smirk, “Let's use what we've got that they don't.”

Maybe his baby brother had a point.

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A/N: Still really sorry for disappearing for so long, but then again, I'm living in a hotel and will be living with my sister for a little bit while my family finds a new place to live. *Anon Rolls Eyes* Finding a place to live is so difficult! And thank you all for the very nice comments, they make my day when I see them and I see how people are liking this, it makes me feel like I'm doing a nice job! Until next time!

Oh my god, this was perfect ! I wasn't all that sure about it when I started reading, but, oh dear, the way Russia is being all awkward about the occidental shift, the little bits of history interwined into the story, it was all really, really good. Thanks a bunch for sharing !

Seconding!

She's in serious need of a personal assistant and he comes highly recommended. What's wrong with having a competent assistant for once? To her, him being handsome is just a bonus. And he's a little more in love than he'd like to admit.

Bonus: They have sex in her office after hours.

(I have to admit I've never written this particular kink before, so I hope it's okay. Also in this universe the Americans make it to Berlin before Germany surrenders.)

If he had been twelve minutes earlier, he might have been able to save him. But he wasn't, so he didn't. That's war. That's what happens in it.

The body is still fresh, and he can hear his men mutter as he checks it over. It still feels warm, as if Ivan is just sleeping instead of dead. He checks his pulse just to make sure, since this is Ivan and even being shot in the heart might not kill him.

"I just need to deal with this, I'll be back within an hour." He tells his men and they don't argue. They know he's not a normal soldier and they must be able to tell Ivan wasn't either. He picks up the body, even heavier with the life removed, and carries him towards a burnt out building.

Alfred kicks away a burnt lump of something from under his feet as he finds a corner which still has walls surrounding it. He gently rests the corpse on the ground and wonders what the hell he's going to do with it now. He knows he should get rid of it somehow, before the Germans find it, but how? He doesn't have a spade or any gas.

He crouches down next to Ivan, and brushes the hair out of his face. He's never been this close to him before, he has always wanted to touch Ivan like this since this damn war started but he would never let him. But Ivan won't stop him now.

His hand moves from his hair down his face to his chest, and Alfred can feel his heart race as he does. He wants to touch more, he wants to feel more. He presses his hand over Ivan's heart and the lack of a heartbeat should disgust him, but it excites him instead. He can take whatever he wants from the other nation now, nobody can stop him.

With a rattling breath he straddles the corpse, leaning down to force Ivan's mouth open, trying to kiss him but it's boring without a reaction (other things won't be though, he knows that). He lets his tongue explore his drying mouth anyway, and he can feel himself getting hard, he'd be ashamed if it wasn't the least fucked up thing he's experienced in this hell on earth they call Europe. He removes his mouth, pulling up Ivan's shirt, pulling off his boots, pulling off his breeches. His breath catches again as he pulls off his underpants and finally sees his cock, and even soft it's an impressive size.

"Ha, no wonder..." He trails off, pushing back Ivan's legs which are heavy in his hands onto his chest. With one hand holding down his legs, heavy with all the blood that's stopped flowing through them, he pulls his pants down with his free hand. He takes his cock into his hand and feels it twitch as he looks at Ivan's corpse.

Alfred wonders what it'd be like to fuck that unmoving mouth, but there's another part of his body that's still tight even though he's dead. He takes his hand off to spit into it before rubbing the spit on his cock, lining himself up with Ivan's entrance. He pushes in, he doesn't need to worry about tearing, and god, it's still tight, it's still warm, it's like a vice grip around his cock.

"Can't let go of me even in death, huh?" He asks the corpse below him as he pushes in further, even
though the evidence suggests that Alfred's the one who can't let go. When he's all the way in, leaning over Ivan's face, who still just looks like he's asleep despite the bruises forming where Alfred forced open his mouth. Still holding the corpse's legs up, he starts to move inside, thrusting his hips as he feels Ivan's body starting to cool below him.

Norway accidentally calls Denmark 'babe' or 'baby'. Chaos/fluff ensues.

Yes, thank you!

"Fuck!" he mutters to himself, this feels better than when he's done it with the living, there's no complaining that he's too strong or too rough, he doesn't have to give back, he can just take take take, nobody can stop him. He looks at Ivan's face, eyes glassy and faraway, dead eyes, and it makes him speed up, fucking the corpse harder.

When he comes he comes like an express train, spurting inside the cooling body, warming it up, giving him something to take with him to the grave. He pulls out and drops Ivan's legs, they fall down like lead weights, making a soft thump noise on the ground. He can see the cum - no, his cum - dribbling out and fuck, it'd almost make him hard again if he hadn't just come.

As he puts his cock away he thinks about leaving Ivan's body like it is, sprawled out, clothes pushed up and off but the thought of anyone else getting to see what he has just had makes his blood boil. Alfred pulls up Ivan's underpants and breeches up, shirt down, and he almost looks respectable, as if Alfred hadn't just fucked him. He fingers the scarf, thinking about taking it with him but deciding he won't, it wouldn't be what Ivan would want. He could come back again later but his corpse is cooling and rigor mortis will make him less soft, less giving. He doesn't want that.

Alfred decides he'll leave him there, it's secluded and there's always the chance some Soviet soldiers will find him, though jealousy run through him at the thought of somebody else getting to handle the corpse. But his time to be selfish is over. There's a war that still needs to be won.

Thank you very much! I think that N. Italy's reaction is really in character... and mentioning the cliche 'like happy?' thing without doing it earned you brownie points in my book. :) Thank you so much, and I'm very interested in seeing what comes next!

You know I only request this because well I love both and I would kind of like a semi serious humorous peice between the two.

Cobra Commander new scheme to take over the world is to attack the UN Building and hold hostage the world representative. Of course not knowing that the said hostage are the Countries themselves and that G.I Joe is called to take care of the problem. I would like to see Cobra and G.I Joes reaction learning about the personafication(sp?) of the Countries.

1) Couple are allowed but I would like FrUk to be established I mean they do act like a married couple.
2) Alfred, Matthew, Francis and Arthur are the main hetalia character used the others can appear also.
3) Please don't use the who, invisible jokes that is often used when Canada is involved, the first few times it is funny but it does get old. I want him to be bamf in this and on equal footing as Alfred.

Wow! ...I have to say this actually took my breath away for a moment because I wasn't prepared for how great this fill was. I love how you captured the other side of Germany and Italy's relationship, the one that's not always sweet and lovey-dovey like it's sometimes portrayed, without going overboard with the drama like it's a soap opera. And I totally agree with what the OP and the other anon said.

Really great work anon, thanks for the lovely fill!

'God dammit', Romano thought, 'this is so stupid! Why the fuck did Veneziano decide to throw this party in the first place?'

~Earlier~

"Ve, Romano! I want to throw a masquerade this weekend and invite all the other nations! Don't you think that would be fun?" Vene asked.

"No it won't be fun because then we will have to clean up the mess idiota! Why would you want to throw a masquerade anyway? It's not a special occasion or anything." Romano yelled at his younger brother.

Vene's eyes widen and he started to tear up before letting out a sob. 'Fuck, if there's one thing I hate, and there are many, then it is making my stupid brother cry'. Romano closed his eyes and sighed in frustration before relenting and saying yes.
Immediately arms were around his waist and he was being attacked by kisses to the face. He blushed and cursed, trying in vain to push the idiot off, before he gave in and hugged him back(Not that he would ever admit that).

~Present~

And so, they were able to get everything set up for the weekend, including invitations and refreshments. The theme was going to be a dark masquerade, where everyone had to wear dark colours and were not allowed to take off their masks at any point of the night. Romano didn't even want to go, but with the memory of his brother's tears, he relented.

Dressed in a black suit jacket and pants, with a dark, almost blood red shirt, he was good to go. Of course, his black shoes matched nicely, along with them being Armani. The finishing touch was his mask, a blood red and black mask that covered half his face. It went from his left eye, across his nose, and down to the right side of his mouth. In all honesty, aside from the colours, it resembled the mask that the Phantom wore in The Phantom of the Opera.

He had stood in the corner for most of the night, just observing the idiots present. That was, until, someone came and tapped him from behind. He gave a small yelp and turned around to see an amused smile on his attacker's face. "I've been watching you. You haven't left this spot all night. Is there a reason why you haven't danced with anyone?" he asked casually, like he had not just scared the other nation half to death.

"No, and if there was, what makes you think I'll tell you, bastard?" he relpied sharply. He looked the other over, a long black robe and shoes, with a dark grey and black mask in the pattern of a yin-yang symbol that covered his eyes and noes.
In conclusion, he was obviously talking to one of the Asian countries, and judging by the length of his hair, his guess was on China.

"Well, I just thought that you would dance at least once, since it is your own party." China stated.

"First, it is my brother's party, not mine. And secondly, I don't have to dance with anyone if I don't want to bastard!" he answered hotly.

"You should really watch your language Romano, and learn to respect your elders. But that is not what I came over here for. I came to ask you to dance, so shall we?" he smiled at the flustered Italian.

"I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm just proving to you that I can dance, in case you got that idea. Also, I want to make sure you realise that you are lucky I'm in a good mood tonight." he huffed at the older man and took his hand.

China smirked at him in good humour and led him out onto the dance floor. Unfortunately, for Romano at least, a slow song was playing. China raised an eyebrow at him and pulled him in close with a hand on his waist. Flustered at being treated like a woman, he scowled at the Chinese man, but nevertheless went along with it.

Romano was surprised at how fluid the other man was while he was dancing. He had always thought the other be more reserved in his dancing too, but as he was quickly coming to find out, he was not. Not that he had really ever thought about the other very much. He continued to dance with China for four songs afterwards.

Romano grew anxious as fifth song neared to an end, for he knew the last song of the night would be a salsa. He wasn't scared, just very nervous. Did China even know how to salsa? That was more of a 'Western' thing as he would say. But as it started, China looked directly into his eyes and smirked.

China spun him out and then they started to dance, China being the lead. Romano, having only danced with Spain previously, was amazed at China's dance prowess as he wasn't as this was a difficult dance, especially for someone whom was not raised to it. In short, he was very impressed, which was impressive in itself as that was hard enough to do.

Romano shook his hips in time to the beat and closed his eyes, to really get into it. He felt China grab his hand to bring him into a spin and opened his eyes. He immediately wished he hadn't. He wasn't self-conscience, he just didn't want everyone staring at them. It looked like they were the only ones dancing too, and that made it worse.

But as China pulled him in close against his body and rolled his hips, Romano decided he didn't care. China spun him out again and twirled him around several times before letting him go to separately dance for a few measures before they started to dance toward each other, with Romano twirling every other step. When they met back up, China held him in front of his body with his back facing China's front. This is where the music crescendoed and China started to sway and roll his hips, while spinning Romano in front of him in very small, fast circles.

As the music decrescendoed and started to gradually slow, China twirled Romano back out and then took both his hands and they moved together. Before the song cut off, China spun him out one last time before bringing him back in and dipping him, with Romano's leg around his waist. He had him nearly bent to the ground, and Romano was almost afraid China would drop him.

He was brought out of his inner musings, however, by China pressing his lips to his. He froze for a second before relaxing and kissing him back shyly. The kiss was short, sweet, and completely covered from view by China's hair, so he had no reason to worry. When China pulled them both back up, Romano was blushing furiously.

Romano couldn't believe he had let him just kiss him like that! He just gave away his first (real) kiss to China! Sure, Italians were the best lovers, but that reputation had been held by his grandpa Rome. His brother and him were both still virgins, in almost every way.

But...it was a really good kiss. Maybe exploring this would not be a bad thing...

((Author!Anon is very sorry for any possible OOCness, of China especially since I don't normally write him, and also for this complete and utter failure of a fill. Please don't kill me OP. *goes to hide in a corner* I also apologise for the shortness of it.))

Hetalia kink meme part 24

Re: Prussia/Romano - arranged marriage

Re: any male/America -- America's lover wants to bottom- Seconded

Re: America - Friends with Gatsby

Re: Ensemble - Shakespeare's Tempest in the New World

UK/US ?/US Middle Ages Arranged Marriage

Re: Germany/Prussia - taking care of injuries

Re: Finlandicus And The Dragon - Prologue

France, orgy sense

General Hetalia, Episode 5 Part A

Re: General Hetalia, Episode 5 Part A

Re: Estonia + Norway, others - AU, Magitek Murder Mystery

Re: General Hetalia, Episode 5 Part C (Part up there is part B, Anon-san is stupid right now)

Re: General Hetalia, Episode 5 Part C (Part up there is part B, Anon-san is stupid right now)

Re: Francophile (endnotes)

Re: Canada/England - Brother Rivalry

femCanada/maleHungary -- Office Romance

Twelve Minutes (1a/1)

Dennor- Babe

Op

Re: Twelve Minutes (1b/1)

Op

Hetalia G.I Joe Crossover

Re: quello che ho detto 1b/1 (grr character limits)

Masquerades and Stolen Kisses

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