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And Norway screwing up with magic would be just fine if that's what you want~ x3
Ahh, take as much time as you need, then ^^
“Ah, did you watch Eurovis-?”
“I stay away from eurotrash,” Stijn grumbled.
“How has summer been -?”
“Rain.”
“Did you watch the latest episode of -”
“American TV is shit.”
“How come you’re visiting -”
“I tend to visit my siblings regularly, I don’t know about you.”
Even Antonio’s smile could be erased. Sophie tried very hard to not let her head loll into the grotesque Dutch meal Stijn had been intent on preparing. It was so he would have something else to do than keep hands clenched onto the couch, and suppress his extreme desire to decorate the Spaniard’s face with at the very least a black eye and hopefully a bloody nose.
“Let’s open the sangria, shall we?” said Antonio after gulping down the unknown microscopic piece of meat (cheap bastard) that Stijn had identified with a Dutch word that sounded more like a choke than a noun.
He had his limits, and they had been reached. How could he continue to eat this Germanic potato diarrhea? He poured generously, and watched as the Dutchman gulped it down immediately, stare never breaking. It was at times like these where the blood-red color of sangria made him uneasy. Especially when a single drop ran down Stijn’s chin. Oh God. Antonio immediately refilled and chugged his own cup down. Alcohol. Just more alcohol and perhaps this demon from the Netherlands would loosen up and the taste of mud and earth and whatever this was supposed to be would leave Antonio’s mouth.
There were bad choices, there were terrible choices, and then there were obvious mistakes. Giving it alcohol was one of them. Alcohol was highly flammable, and it relaxed Antonio’s lips.
“I-I don’t think Sophie told you how we met,” Antonio blabbed, trying to fill the silence with anything. His attempt was like a piñata. There is always one unlucky kid that gets pelted with the most solid piece of plastic produced in China for export to greedy Western children. This time, that unlucky kid was Antonio. “It was at your birthday party this April.”
Stijn’s neck slowly creaked, audibly creaked, as he haltingly moved towards Sophie, breaking the position it had held for the last hour or so in which he’d icily glared at the Spaniard without break for intruding upon the carefully planned and scheduled brother-sister bonding time.
“You two... hooked up at my birthday party?” Stijn growled, pointing at the both of them with shaking hands and a frown deeper than the Mariana Trench.
Sophie giggled nervously.
“W-Well, not q-quite like that, Stijn.”
Antonio let out a soft squeak because when Stijn began to turn, it was not only his neck. The solid wall of muscles smithed from steel turned towards him, jugular pulsating alarmingly An uppercut fuelled by brotherly love, Spanish alcohol, and hate hit him hard, and a crack resounded throughout the room.
“My party?” Stijn roared as he slammed the table with a flat fist, and moments after that the door.
“How’s your jaw?” Sophie said softly, pressing a kiss to Antonio’s stubbled cheek.
“Broken and dislocated,” Antonio mumbled, lips swollen. “Perhaps... this relationship is better off...”
Sophie sighed, and stood up. “I understand,” she said with a small voice.
“It’s just -”
“Stijn,” they said in unison.
I just want to read Seme Angel Arthur and Uke Devil Alfred based off those tumblr pictures
This OP definitely doesn't mind human AU if that's what's needed for A!Anon! :3
Bonus 1: Prussia is totally shameless about stuffing himself and getting fat.
Bonus 2: Hungary sucking on/playing with Prussia's fat tits.
Bonus 3: Sex while Prussia is too stuffed to move.
A/n: Oh, gosh, I just realized you wanted Alfred's point of view. Sorry, but this is Arthur's D8! I hope you like it anyway. Bella is Belgium, Kaoru is Hong Kong, Mei is Taiwan. This uses teaandcharcoal's Omegaverse guide, found here: http://teaandcharchives.tumblr.com/post/50364745025/teaandcharcoals-omegaverse-guide
Arthur wished he could take credit for the idea, but really it was Alfred's. Yes, everyone knew he would be one of the country's rulers from the day he was born. The black spade-shaped mark upon his breast meant that he was destined to lead. However, whether he would be the king, queen, or jack would depend on his Nature, which no one would know until his adolescence. When he was five years old his family had to move to the capitol where he met Yao and Alfred, his counterparts. Yao was very intelligent and cultured and Arthur shared many a close conversation with him, but for some reason he couldn't help but share a closer bond with Alfred. About two years later it was obvious to everyone involved that the two of them would be king and queen.
In some countries they would have been married right then and there. In the Kingdom of Spades, however, it was important to know the Nature of both parties. However, as they were both children and betrothed, they were permitted to share their chambers in the hopes of speeding the process along.
As it turns out, it did. It still took years, of course. But when Arthur was eleven he awoke one night with an attempted knot at the base of his cock. Then, of course, he panicked. Up until that day he felt for certain he'd be queen. The position clearly suited him best. He was less extroverted, not half the political leader Alfred was, and he'd always felt more drawn to the magical and spiritual disciplines that were supposed to be the domains of the queen. Alfred was every bit as shocked at the revelation. He'd wanted to be the hero, the head of the nation. He couldn't even see magical creatures, much less weave the fabric of reality. However, where Arthur sulked Alfred acted like the leader he should have been, the king he should have been.
"We'll lie," he said, wiping the tears from Arthur's eyes. "We'll tell them that I was the one who tried to knot. When I go into heat we'll say it was you."
"It's not that simple, Alfred. They'll smell it on us. And if you ever become pregnant…"
"Not when we spend so long together. We'll just smell like each other. And kids- let's burn that bridge when we get to it."
Arthur sighed. "What else can we do, I suppose?"
Surprisingly, though, everyone believed them. One month later they were married, not that it changed much. They'd been living together for so long already, and Alfred still hadn't gone into season, so it stayed pretty much the same. Even before his first heat, though, Alfred started developing an interest in Arthur. Arthur was just happy to feel his husband's warm, large hands on his skin.
Then when they were sixteen Alfred's first heat appeared. Appeared was really the right word for it, because one moment he and Alfred were having a conversation and the next Alfred was sitting in his lab and mewling as he ground down against his thigh. Arthur thanked the drafts in their bedchamber for keeping his mind clear long enough to slide the small plug inside Alfred, covering his cervix to keep Arthur's seed out. And it worked. A few weeks after the heat ended, Alfred bled and bled and bled and they could happily say no child had been conceived.
Perhaps some worried about their monarchs' fertility, but if they did none mentioned it at the coronation. After that there was no turning back. Alfred was king and Arthur was queen, and now their reproductive organs made no difference. As the years passed and there still were no princes or princesses, their court began to whisper, but no one would dare force them to abdicate over something so trivial when they ushered in one of the greatest periods of prosperity in centuries.
Then one day it all came crashing down with two little words.
"I'm pregnant," Alfred said softly, hands in his lap and eyes on the floor.
Arthur just stared blankly and said, "What?"
"I think I'm pregnant. I'm two weeks late to bleed, Arthur. Something went wrong."
"But you don't smell- I mean, I should know."
"With all this perfume? The point is that no one should be able to smell any of our pheromones. I mean, we can give it a few more weeks to make sure, but what the hell are we gonna do?"
Arthur put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. "Goddammit. Well, I guess the first question is if we want to keep it."
"I don't know. I really don't. It would be foolish to go through with this. But at the same time…" He placed a hand on his stomach. "Whenever I think about it I just get this protective urge. Wanting something not to exist isn't the same as wanting it dead, you know?"
"We have time. It'll be months before we'd be expected to announce the baby, longer before you show."
"But what do you think?"
"I think having a child would be a horrible, terrible idea. It could ruin our entire plan, all the years of concealment, and who knows what they'd do to us if they learned we lied?" He sighed, "But it seems like a worse idea to live in fear of this."
"That's true. You know, I felt this was bound to happen sometime. And I-" He paused for a moment. "Your child would be so beautiful."
Arthur smiled, "Well, with you as its mother it has some chance."
"Father," Alfred said. "If it calls me mom we'll have no chance of convincing everyone you carried it."
"True enough. And as I said, we have time to think it over. You just realized it this morning, and you might be wrong."
Alfred nodded and stood, "Well, I still have a meeting to attend to. No matter what we choose we'll need some servants who can be sworn to confidentiality. You know them better than I." He pressed a gentle kiss to Arthur's forehead and then whispered, "Good luck." And with that he was gone.
Arthur immediately recruited Bella and Kaoru. Not only could they be trusted, but the two of them owed him a debt. He had them swear the secrecy with the promise of a hefty raise and that night, deep within his and Alfred's chambers they informed them of their secret. Bella bounced happily, excited for them beyond words at the news (which effectively made up their minds on the matter). Kaoru, on the other hand, just stood and looked on as he often did, but at least the revelation didn't shake the boy too much.
The four of them crafted a plan. Arthur would keep track of Alfred's size and stuff his clothing as necessary, while Bella would carefully work to give the king clothes to conceal his growing belly. When they deemed it too hard to hide, Arthur would "fall ill" and the two of them would retreat to a house away from the city to be under constant care from a discreet midwife.
Unfortunately, a massive flaw appeared by the second month. As attached as Alfred had grown to the child it held no such affection for him. He had awful morning sickness and some days he could scarcely stand without fainting. Most of the time he could power through and the maids had no idea whose vomit was in the chamber pots, but Kaoru reported that many of the servants were remarking upon the king's pallor and wondering what sort of disease had claimed him. The initial reaction was to take their leave early. But they were honest, the king was going away for his own health.
That was probably the toughest time in Arthur's life. It wasn't natural for his Alpha to be away from his Omega while he was pregnant. He could have said as much, announced his supposed pregnancy and left with his husband, but it wouldn't be right. Without either of them there for half a year the court would be in chaos. Yao was a competent jack, but to lay social and political duties on top of the military ones would be too much for any man.
They wrote to each other often. Arthur would tell Alfred of the goings on in the court and Alfred would happily reply with his own progress. Often it would be in the form of a rant about the pain he was in and the misery their child was giving him, but every single letter he would end with talking about how much he loved Arthur and how big he was getting (he was very careful to measure his girth once a week, and, although it was also useful for figuring out how large Arthur had to make himself look, Arthur couldn't help but feel it was to assuage their mutual separation anxiety). Sometimes, though, their correspondence contained sections of a more adult nature. Alfred would tell him how he longed to take his cock and feel the knot swell inside him. He knew his husband's fantasies well and often described how he'd look like a used whore: entrance stretched, covered in seed, and still ready with a twitching cock and slicked arse. In return, Arthur would write about making love to him slowly: kissing the stretch marks and lovingly tracing his belly, poking back when their baby pressed against him, and then making sure Alfred was thoroughly pleased before allowing himself release. In some ways the letters were comforting, but in others they made him lonelier.
"I wish we weren't royalty," He'd written to Alfred in his seventh month. "I wish we wouldn't have to hide behind all this, that I could sleep by your side each night, hold you close, and see you grow with my own eyes."
About two weeks before he gave birth, Alfred was brought back in the dead of night. No one but Bella (who had come with him), Kaoru, Arthur, and the midwife, a sweet-faced young woman named Mei, saw him. And, oh, was he a sight to behold. For all he'd spoken of aches and pains he was absolutely radiant. The two of them held each other close and where it not for the fact that it was explicitly forbidden by Mei, Arthur would have fucked him like an animal. It was announced that the queen, with the birth so near, needed to be placed on bed rest. Really, they made the statement so that he never had to leave Alfred's side.
Even the birth itself took place in absolute secrecy. It helped that it was the middle of the day so that the noises of the city and castle helped to conceal Alfred's screams of pain. He bit down on a wooden spoon to help him stay quiet, and when he couldn't help it Arthur made sure to give a louder pained shout. Thankfully, for all the pain and trouble that the pregnancy had been the actual birth was fairly easy and quick.
It was immediately announced that a baby boy had been born to the two of them, and after a few days it was announced that the king had mostly recovered from his mysterious illness and would be returning to court.
A week later, the two stood side by side in their finest clothes for the boy – Peter's – christening. They stood tall, proud, and perfectly regal through the ceremony. Then when the bishop finished and everyone was applauding, Arthur leaned over.
"So, what do you think? Shall we separate the two of you so next year you can have another?"
Alfred punched his arm so hard the bruise didn't fade for a fortnight.
If OP wants a fill based on the real happenings, I'd be tempted to fill myself.
Either way...this must be filled.
Basically, a fill with France running a radio show or newspaper column for love advice, and various nations asking him for advice (with varying success)
OP would like to see a fic regarding this. With both Britain and France being power hungry dicks. Russia's motivation for helping America are up to anon preferably mostly historical, but any others anon wants to include are fine.
The last bonus, my god.
I literally twitched a little and leaned in toward the screen as I read that line - that's how much I wanted it.
Bonus for:
Prussia/Austria, doesn't have to be main pairing, but would love if it was included. :)
I'm okay with any level of consent, with no real preference, so pretty much whatever filler is comfortable with!
TDLR: one amnesiac nation is kidnapped by the other in order to get their memories back.
Re: U.S and U.K voyeurism (and maybe some team conquest)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 01:54 am (UTC)(link)AnyonexRussia + voyar!Belarus; Belarus observing Uke!Russia
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)She is unamused to discover he is the bottom.
Re: Any/Any warnings for kidnap and possible consent issues
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Sharing is Caring or Matthew Williams and his unusual harem
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)A/n: This is a small fic I wrote quickly and I took a slightly different spin on it, but I hope you like it anyway!
It was obvious from before he was born that Matthew Williams was destined to be an Omega. He was so quiet and gentle that his mother didn't even realize she was pregnant until her fifth month, and then it was only because she was curious about the weight she had put on. When he was a child he was quiet and submissive and sweet. He always wanted to be a mother, one of the old fashioned ones who had a child for each heat.
But for a long time it looked as though it wouldn't be the case. He simply didn't attract anyone in high school. Then, finally, when he was eighteen his parents allowed him an Omega ball. They were fairly rare, often now people found their mates on their own and it almost felt like a failure to have to hold one. But he did, and for once people paid attention to him.
For the first time, he had choices. The majority of his suitors were rejected quickly. He didn't even need a full dance with them to decide they wouldn't be good mates. The first one he met who stood a chance was Francis. He was somewhat older, in his mid twenties, but Matthew didn't understand how he wasn't already mated. He was romantic, elegant, and oh so caring. Matthew was about to send everyone else home when a scruffy-looking Alpha with impressive eyebrows walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hello," He said, "My name is Arthur. May I have this dance?"
And there was just something about him too. There was refinement in spite of the mess of his hair and eyebrows. And he was passionate, oh so passionate, and incredibly protective. After their dance, Matthew shooed both him and Francis. He could only choose one.
But then Alfred F Jones came up and tapped him on the shoulders. He was blushing bright red and shuffling. "Hey, I-I know you were having a good time with those other guys, but I've kind of always had a crush on you so could I have one dance before you leave with one of them?" And then the count was three.
He left by himself completely torn. And he told all of them that, that he didn't know how to choose. And, surprisingly, they were okay with that. For a while, the three of them had a "may the best man win" mentality, but as the time passed and Matthew still couldn't decide that started to fade. Then one day he caught Alfred and Arthur kissing while Francis had one hand in each of their pants and the answer was obvious.
Thankfully, they weren't the only ones to attempt that sort of arrangement. They all got married in one ceremony, and that night they wound up in a huge writhing pile, everyone touching and kissing everyone else.
They were surprisingly cooperative in bed until Matthew's heat hit. No amount of affection or discussion beforehand could stop the instinctual battle to have the first knot. The three of them wrestled naked, sweat rolling off their bodies, and Matthew felt he needed someone so badly he'd die. By the time Alfred came away as the clear winner, Matthew had most of his fist in his ass.
Alfred shoved him onto his hands and knees roughly and plunged in like a wild animal. Matthew clenched and mewled, clawing at his nest. His arousal only grew as Arthur and Francis' battle to determine second place devolved into the two of them kissing and stroking each other's cocks. Matthew wished that he could fit all of them at once. Was it possible to stretch that far, even in heat? He knew he could probably take two, but three? Still, he was greedy. He wanted all three of them inside, knotting him, everyone breeding him at once so they had no idea who the father of the baby would be.
Sharing is Caring or Matthew Williams and his unusual harem (2)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Still, Matthew wanted everyone to have a fair chance, so he kicked Alfred off as soon as he knotted. It was painful to let go, but he needed his next Alpha. Somehow, Arthur had convinced Francis to let him go first, so he mounted him. He was slower and more controlled than Alfred had been and used a level of precision that made his toes curl. Arthur also realized how it would end and pulled most of the way out before coming, just leaving the tip in so that Matthew would get the first spurt of come before pulling away to snuggle with Alfred until their knots deflated.
France was even slower and gentler. Matthew had seen him come once while he was waiting, so he had the edge taken off. He was sweet, murmuring words that Matthew was too far gone to understand and pulling out just far enough that his knot would form outside of Matthew when he came. Alfred helpfully got a plug for him, so that none of their seed would slip out until Matthew was ready to mate again.
The rest of the heat they took turns switching off the order. Sometimes Matthew was almost jealous of the rest of them. Normally the second and third would slip their cocks into whoever went before them (the first, as Alfred said, was SOL) so that they could be tied to someone. When it began to die down and it wasn't necessary for all of them to come inside of Matthew anymore, they did take turns knotting him while the other two entertained each other.
Three weeks later, Matthew found himself looking at a little pink plus sign on the tip of a stick. All of them celebrated that night. It didn't matter who the donor was, all of them were parents now.
"What if there's triplets in there?" Alfred teased, placing his hands on Matthew's stomach. "One for each of us."
"I'll castrate every single one of you." Matthew replied.
"It would be nice though, my love," Arthur said, licking his lips slowly, "Imagine how big you'll get."
"Ah, Arthur, he'll be big enough for your little fat fetish as it is. Especially if you let me cook more often."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?"
"It means your food sucks, dude."
"Please, if it was up to you our child would eat nothing but fast food and die of a heart attack at thirty two."
"Oh, my darling, and that would be so much worse than whatever is in those lumps of charcoal you make?"
"My cooking's not that bad!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, secretly more than content to listen to his Alphas squabble.
"I have no choice, do I? Whoever your daddy is you're going to be loud."
Intellectually, he knew that it was nothing more than a little clump of cells at the moment with neither ears nor a brain, but he liked to think it was as happy as he was.
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