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Ukraine's a big country.
Nyo!Australia is too.
The two decide to see whose are bigger
Bonus 1: Nyo!Australia gets promiscuous
Bonus 2: Smut
Pretty please?
Nyo!Australia is too.
The two decide to see whose are bigger
Bonus 1: Nyo!Australia gets promiscuous
Bonus 2: Smut
Pretty please?
Yes please, seconded!
Liechtenstein is suffering from some A-cup angst and, through magic, is able to get her bust to get bigger. This turns out to have the unforeseen side effect of causing Ukraine's breasts to shrink somewhat (meaning the size was somehow partially transferred to Liechtenstein)
Bonus 1: The transfer is a surprise to Ukraine, but she's pleased to not have to deal with huge breasts anymore.
Bonus 2: At some point, Liechtenstein jealously fondles Ukraine's breasts, and later her own expanded ones.
Bonus 3: The size transfer is done via Liechtenstein breastfeeding from Ukraine
Bonus 1: The transfer is a surprise to Ukraine, but she's pleased to not have to deal with huge breasts anymore.
Bonus 2: At some point, Liechtenstein jealously fondles Ukraine's breasts, and later her own expanded ones.
Bonus 3: The size transfer is done via Liechtenstein breastfeeding from Ukraine
In Which One of Switzerland's Worst Nightmares Becomes True (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-24 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)"How in the world did you get that thing in HERE?!!" Germany looked like he was about to have a panick attack.
England glared at the man, willing him to shut up. After all, it was England, and not Germany, who had an assault rifle pointed to his head.
"Keep your eyes away from my sister, you bastard."
For Pete's sake, England thought, your sister isn't sitting anywhere near Germany. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes and looked down into his teacup. What a pity to let a good cuppa go to waste. Would Switzerland actually shoot his brains out if he dared to drink out from his teacup, he wondered, or was Switzerland simply sprouting empty threats again?
"Is that an AK-47 you have there?" Russia asked. Switzerland didn't respond but Russia didn't seem to care. "What a surprise! I didn't know there were any left."
America snorted. "Yeah, the AK-47 was swell and all. But the M16?" He whistled. "Now that was a classic."
Russia smiled a suspiciously sweet smile. "You don't say?"
"No weapons are allowed in this building! Switzerland, please put your weapon DOWN."
"Big brother, I think you should put that rifle away." Liechtenstein tugged at her brother's sleeve. "It's not very polite to interrupt England when he's having tea."
"Liechtenstein! How could I do that when England--- he--- he---" Switzerland blushed, averting his eyes away from anywhere below her neckline.
"It's not England's fault!! When I went to the bathroom during lunch break, it was like this!" Liechtenstein said, glancing down at her chest. "Maybe I'm finally going through... puberty."
Switzerland choked. "Wh-what did you just say?"
"It cannot be puberty," China commented. "It just wouldn't make any sense. Look at Ukraine. Clearly, this is something out of the ordinary."
Everybody looked and murmured while Lietchenstein sunk slightly in her seat.
"Now, wait just a moment. Why is everybody blaming England?" Romania rose from his seat and England almost felt relieved until-- " his magic isn't good enough to do that. At least, not for centuries. I would say that my magic is even better than him!"
"What?! My magic is perfectly fine, thank you!" England rose from his seat and glared at Romania. "And I thought you liked my magic!"
"Yes, I do but ahh..." Romania tilted his head to the side and gestured something with his hands. "Your performance is, shall I say, not very consistent. Particularly when it comes to cursing."
"Cursing? I'll show you some cursing--"
"YOU! You're the one who made my sister this way?" Switzerland turned around and pointed his rifle at Romania.
"Is anyone even LISTENING TO ME?!" Germany shouted in the background.
"Er.... no. I don't specialize in magic like that." Romania said, backing away from the table. "I'm just saying that there are other nations who can do magic. Like, er, Norway!" He pointed at said nation.
Switzerland turned to Norway, who gave him a blank stare.
"No, it wasn't me."
"Switzerland!" South Korea excitedly waved his hands in the air. "Did you know that magic originated in---" China clasped a hand over South Korea's mouth before he could say another word.
"It's not so bad, Switzerland. I don't know what happened but I'm glad!" Ukraine beamed as she looked down at her nearly flat chest. "It was hard to do any farming because my boobies were giving me back pains. But now that they're no longer in the way, I might be able to improve my economy!"
"Big brother, I'm not a little child anymore," Lietchenstein whispered.
Switzerland lowered his weapon with a pained expression on his face.
England huffed, bringing his (now cold) teacup to his lips. "It's bloody time you put that damn gun away. Just because I can do magic, doesn't mean that I'm not a gentleman." He muttered. "Only a pervert would do anything of the sort."
France saw the sharp look on Switzerland's face and protested, "I'm simply admiring! It's not a crime to gaze upon a beautiful, blossoming flower? Non?"
Liechtenstein blushed.
Switzerland shrugged off his jacket and handed it to Liechtenstein. "Put this on, right now."
Germany stared at his wristwatch. Damn, he thought, now they were 10 minutes behind schedule.
Re: In Which One of Switzerland's Worst Nightmares Becomes True (1/?)
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(Anonymous) - 2012-11-26 06:06 (UTC) - ExpandNot original op but please some on fill this
Germany is tired of the constant chaos at meetings and has had enough. After one particularly riotous EU meeting, he realises that England always seems to be the primary instigator and decides what England needs is a good spanking.
Bonus 1: Spanking becomes erotic.
Bonus 2: Afterwards, England starts deliberately misbehaving at meetings because he enjoys Germany's idea of discipline.
Germany is tired of the constant chaos at meetings and has had enough. After one particularly riotous EU meeting, he realises that England always seems to be the primary instigator and decides what England needs is a good spanking.
Bonus 1: Spanking becomes erotic.
Bonus 2: Afterwards, England starts deliberately misbehaving at meetings because he enjoys Germany's idea of discipline.
op aoon! please have them in character. Not Uke england
England is doesn't want to be the one who blushes all the time. France claims that he never blushes and England sets out on a quest to make France blush. I think it would be easier if they were already in an established relationship, but it's up to you.
Bonus 1: England succeeds unintentionally
Bonus 2: France blushes while everyone is watching (during a world meeting maybe?)
Bonus 3: America and Canada bet money
Bonus 1: England succeeds unintentionally
Bonus 2: France blushes while everyone is watching (during a world meeting maybe?)
Bonus 3: America and Canada bet money
wow yes good seconding this
(although if I can think of something good for this, I'll fill it... maybe... after finals........)
(although if I can think of something good for this, I'll fill it... maybe... after finals........)
DenNor, Sweden --- 'nations having sex after forging a Union', Voyeurism, Martymachlia
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 02:19 am (UTC)(link)(Long prompt, need help editing this and slimming it down)
Now my prevailing headcanon for all of Hetalia, is that, on most occasions, when nations form a really important Union (or get 'married' so to speak) it's traditional to have a 'wedding night'. The monarchs/governmental figures of each nation have also come to believe that two nations having sex after a union inspires fertility in the people of each nation, and since traditionally unions were made in times of preparation for war when new soldiers needed to be born or in times of post-war when babies needed to be born to make up for lost population, the 'wedding night' is very much encouraged by the ruling figures of most nations. Especially in the Northern European nations, considering the old norse pagan religion focused a lot on fertility and had a lot of rituals for it.
So, the story is, the Treaty of Kalmar has just recently been signed so Denmark, Norway and Sweden are told by their shared King that they should all just bang. Denmark and Norway have already been in a sexual relationship for a few centuries now, Norway doesn't really have an opinion either way about the potential threeway, but Denmark is very much against sharing and Sweden (is a virgin) doesn't want to do anything of the sort (Filler can decide if there's reasons for this). So there's problems, but then a agreement is made that Denmark and Norway have 'wedding night' sex and whilst Sweden doesn't have to be physically part of the act he does have to be witness to it.
And, as it turns out, Sweden kinda gets off on voyeurism (he gets an erection, whether he masturbates is up to filler, whether he gets aroused by simply watching people having sex or gets aroused by a person in particular (subtle but non-descript SuNor maybe?)is also up to the filler). Norway, in relation, has a pretty big Martymachlia kink, being watched by others when having sex. Denmark, in contrast, probably still gets jealous half way through and maybe it becomes rough sex?
Now my prevailing headcanon for all of Hetalia, is that, on most occasions, when nations form a really important Union (or get 'married' so to speak) it's traditional to have a 'wedding night'. The monarchs/governmental figures of each nation have also come to believe that two nations having sex after a union inspires fertility in the people of each nation, and since traditionally unions were made in times of preparation for war when new soldiers needed to be born or in times of post-war when babies needed to be born to make up for lost population, the 'wedding night' is very much encouraged by the ruling figures of most nations. Especially in the Northern European nations, considering the old norse pagan religion focused a lot on fertility and had a lot of rituals for it.
So, the story is, the Treaty of Kalmar has just recently been signed so Denmark, Norway and Sweden are told by their shared King that they should all just bang. Denmark and Norway have already been in a sexual relationship for a few centuries now, Norway doesn't really have an opinion either way about the potential threeway, but Denmark is very much against sharing and Sweden (is a virgin) doesn't want to do anything of the sort (Filler can decide if there's reasons for this). So there's problems, but then a agreement is made that Denmark and Norway have 'wedding night' sex and whilst Sweden doesn't have to be physically part of the act he does have to be witness to it.
And, as it turns out, Sweden kinda gets off on voyeurism (he gets an erection, whether he masturbates is up to filler, whether he gets aroused by simply watching people having sex or gets aroused by a person in particular (subtle but non-descript SuNor maybe?)is also up to the filler). Norway, in relation, has a pretty big Martymachlia kink, being watched by others when having sex. Denmark, in contrast, probably still gets jealous half way through and maybe it becomes rough sex?
Anon is in LOVE with this prompt, from the way you explained the 'wedding night' in historical terms (NOW MY NEW UNION HEADCANON which isn't that different from my old one but the fertility thing is just fantastic) to the pairings but I lack the skills necessary for this so PLEASE SOMEONE FILL THIS PUH-LEASE.
Det var en gång en oskuld, en dansk och en norrman - 1/?
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(Anonymous) - 2013-01-26 19:04 (UTC) - ExpandBelgium + America (and others?) - No such thing as a "Belgian Waffle"
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 02:59 am (UTC)(link)(Many thanks to Food Network for tiping me off on this one) In America we have the "belgian waffle" which people think originated in Belgium. Belgium has waffles all right but none of them are what we call a belgian waffle.
Anything to do with this ridiculous confusion would be awesome!
Bonus 1: Belgium dosn't get WTH America's talking about with his "belgian waffle" nonsense.
Bonus 2: Waffles get thrown at America durring an argument.
Bonus 3: The line "Belgian waffles originate in Korea, da ze!" ;)
Anything to do with this ridiculous confusion would be awesome!
Bonus 1: Belgium dosn't get WTH America's talking about with his "belgian waffle" nonsense.
Bonus 2: Waffles get thrown at America durring an argument.
Bonus 3: The line "Belgian waffles originate in Korea, da ze!" ;)
I love this idea! I'll try to do it, if I've got the time. Any preferences on Belgium's human name?
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(Anonymous) - 2012-12-30 04:24 (UTC) - ExpandI saw someone comment that "Talk Talk Talk" by Darren Hayes is their OTP song for DenNor. I would now like to see a fic based on this song. Not necessarily a songfic, but a fic that has the same basic message as the song.
For your listening pleasure: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1g4_9vDNTh4
For your listening pleasure: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1g4_9vDNTh4
So, during Peter III's (short) reign over Russia, he had the craziest boner for Prussia, esp. its military. He favored Prussia over the country he was emperor of. During this time, Fritz was in control of Prussia and Russia had just allied with them in the 7 Years War. At this time, Russia was still somewhat new to Western culture and not as 'mature' as other nations.
With that background info, my prompt is: Russia visits Prussia and is absolutely infatuated with him. Prussia uses this to his advantage and has his way with Russia, 'consummating' their alliance. Prussia tops.
Bonus: Prussia embarrasses Russia, not humiliates.
With that background info, my prompt is: Russia visits Prussia and is absolutely infatuated with him. Prussia uses this to his advantage and has his way with Russia, 'consummating' their alliance. Prussia tops.
Bonus: Prussia embarrasses Russia, not humiliates.
Oh holy crap-- SECONDED SECONDED!
America wants engage in BDSM with Lithuania as his sub, but is too scared to ask in fear of bringing up bad memories that he had with Russia. How Lithuania decides is up to the author! I would prefer it if human names were used, but country names are fine too.
Bonus (if there is smut): Crossdressing from either America, Lithuania, or both.
Bonus (if there is smut): Crossdressing from either America, Lithuania, or both.
"America, are you coming to-"
America flinched at the gasp that cut off Lithuania's question. Unable to turn around and look at his lover, his eyes stayed focused on the computer screen. America heard him cautiously step into the room and felt his shaky hand rest on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Lithuania's voice was barely audible. America did not have to see his face to know his eyes were fixed on the screen, his grip on America's shoulder tightening at one (or more) of the images.
"It's...nothing." America tried to close the page, but Lithuania stopped him.
"No, don't." He motioned for America to scoot the chair back, surprising him by sitting in his lap and laying his head on his shoulder. America was always careful with physical contact because he didn't want to trigger any bad memories; he usually let Lithuania make the first move. "Do you...like this kind of stuff?" His eyes flickered to the screen before looking up at his lover.
"Yeah, but..."
"You want to do...this kind of stuff?" Lithuania asked tentatively, trailing a hand down America's chest to rest on his waist. "With me?" He added quietly.
"Well, I -"
"How long have you been looking at this kind of stuff?" America noted how Lithuania avoided using the word "bondage."
"A...few months." He mumbled, eyes watering in shame.
Lithuania sighed, lifting his head. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because...because of you...and Russia...and -" America cut himself off, not able to find the right words. "I don't...wanna...Russia and -" He gave up.
"What Russia did to me," Lithuania reached up to brush away a stray tear, "has absolutely nothing to do with you." He pressed his lips to America's. "Nothing." He insisted as he put his head back onto his lover's shoulder.
"I love you so much." America mumbled into soft auburn hair as he wrapped an arm around Lithuania's waist.
"I love you, too, America." Lithuania placed his hand on America's other shoulder. "So, are you interested in doing...this kind of stuff?" The blond pulled him closer when he heard the fear in his tone. But he also sensed curiosity.
"I like 'this kind of stuff,' yes, but I don't you to do anything you don't want do." America insisted. "You're not putting yourself in an uncomfortable situation just to please me. I won't let you. The sex we have now is enough."
"What if I wanted to?" Lithuania countered. "You're America, not Russia. You're not going to hurt me or force me or anything." He soothed him with a kiss on his jaw. "I trust you."
"I know." America sighed, gaze drifting to the computer screen. "Are you really okay with this? Really?" The last thing he wanted to do was add to the damage that Russia had already inflicted; he actually cared about his beloved Lithuania.
"I'm okay...with some things..." Lithuania said absentmindedly as his eyes scanned the webpage America had been perusing. Bondage. "What...were you looking at specifically?"
"A few things..." America leaned forward, one arm still holding Lithuania against him, to grab the mouse and scroll down. "How about a blindfold?" He opened up a new page, leopard printed satin loading on the screen. It resembled a sleep mask.
"Okay." Lithuania said confidently. His eyes were closed during most of their trysts anyway.
"Good." America clicked another link to add the blindfold to his shopping cart. "Hmm, let's see...How do you feel about a gag?"
"A…gag?" He couldn't keep the hesitation out of his voice.
America flinched at the gasp that cut off Lithuania's question. Unable to turn around and look at his lover, his eyes stayed focused on the computer screen. America heard him cautiously step into the room and felt his shaky hand rest on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Lithuania's voice was barely audible. America did not have to see his face to know his eyes were fixed on the screen, his grip on America's shoulder tightening at one (or more) of the images.
"It's...nothing." America tried to close the page, but Lithuania stopped him.
"No, don't." He motioned for America to scoot the chair back, surprising him by sitting in his lap and laying his head on his shoulder. America was always careful with physical contact because he didn't want to trigger any bad memories; he usually let Lithuania make the first move. "Do you...like this kind of stuff?" His eyes flickered to the screen before looking up at his lover.
"Yeah, but..."
"You want to do...this kind of stuff?" Lithuania asked tentatively, trailing a hand down America's chest to rest on his waist. "With me?" He added quietly.
"Well, I -"
"How long have you been looking at this kind of stuff?" America noted how Lithuania avoided using the word "bondage."
"A...few months." He mumbled, eyes watering in shame.
Lithuania sighed, lifting his head. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because...because of you...and Russia...and -" America cut himself off, not able to find the right words. "I don't...wanna...Russia and -" He gave up.
"What Russia did to me," Lithuania reached up to brush away a stray tear, "has absolutely nothing to do with you." He pressed his lips to America's. "Nothing." He insisted as he put his head back onto his lover's shoulder.
"I love you so much." America mumbled into soft auburn hair as he wrapped an arm around Lithuania's waist.
"I love you, too, America." Lithuania placed his hand on America's other shoulder. "So, are you interested in doing...this kind of stuff?" The blond pulled him closer when he heard the fear in his tone. But he also sensed curiosity.
"I like 'this kind of stuff,' yes, but I don't you to do anything you don't want do." America insisted. "You're not putting yourself in an uncomfortable situation just to please me. I won't let you. The sex we have now is enough."
"What if I wanted to?" Lithuania countered. "You're America, not Russia. You're not going to hurt me or force me or anything." He soothed him with a kiss on his jaw. "I trust you."
"I know." America sighed, gaze drifting to the computer screen. "Are you really okay with this? Really?" The last thing he wanted to do was add to the damage that Russia had already inflicted; he actually cared about his beloved Lithuania.
"I'm okay...with some things..." Lithuania said absentmindedly as his eyes scanned the webpage America had been perusing. Bondage. "What...were you looking at specifically?"
"A few things..." America leaned forward, one arm still holding Lithuania against him, to grab the mouse and scroll down. "How about a blindfold?" He opened up a new page, leopard printed satin loading on the screen. It resembled a sleep mask.
"Okay." Lithuania said confidently. His eyes were closed during most of their trysts anyway.
"Good." America clicked another link to add the blindfold to his shopping cart. "Hmm, let's see...How do you feel about a gag?"
"A…gag?" He couldn't keep the hesitation out of his voice.
In spite of it all, America still loves his gas guzzling hummer. A love story between a nation and his truck.
Bonus: at one point America hummers Canada (either throwing one at him or giving him one, perhaps in exchange for gas)
Bonus: at one point America hummers Canada (either throwing one at him or giving him one, perhaps in exchange for gas)
This is the best prompt I have ever laid eyes on. Totally my headcanon as well. Seconding so hard.
So Finland is Santa Claus, basically the head honcho of the North Pole, and Sweden is the elf who lives above the stables and takes care of the reindeer because all of the other elves are too scared of him (or if you want to have a less foolish reason for him to be all-but outcast from the elf community, go ahead and use it.)
Sweden falls in love with Finland (who doesn't notice him at all), but knows nothing will come of it.
One of the reindeer falls ill, and Finland comes to visit - running into Sweden when he does. He's scared of Sweden at first, but gets to know him, and falls in love.
The other elves (Denmark?) find out about the friendship between Sweden and "Santa" and take matters into their own hands, mocking Sweden, beating him up, anything to show that they really don't approve.
Happy ending please!~
Bonuses:
- Sweden is half-blind so he doesn't realize that it's Santa he's befriended and fallen in love with - until one of his tormenters tells him, making him wonder if perhaps he really isn't good enough for Finland.
- Peter is Santa's apprentice.
- Hanatamago is a orphaned white reindeer that Sweden raises (extra bonus: but Finland names her/him for some reason).
Sweden falls in love with Finland (who doesn't notice him at all), but knows nothing will come of it.
One of the reindeer falls ill, and Finland comes to visit - running into Sweden when he does. He's scared of Sweden at first, but gets to know him, and falls in love.
The other elves (Denmark?) find out about the friendship between Sweden and "Santa" and take matters into their own hands, mocking Sweden, beating him up, anything to show that they really don't approve.
Happy ending please!~
Bonuses:
- Sweden is half-blind so he doesn't realize that it's Santa he's befriended and fallen in love with - until one of his tormenters tells him, making him wonder if perhaps he really isn't good enough for Finland.
- Peter is Santa's apprentice.
- Hanatamago is a orphaned white reindeer that Sweden raises (extra bonus: but Finland names her/him for some reason).
Francis always been blessed with talent, money, being the president of his own compagny and a devoted father to a young Matthew. He and his son goes on a much needed vacation to bad their yatch happens to be in the Bermuda Triangle when a storm hit. They find themselves on a deserted island well as deserted an island can be when it is inhabited by a certain British Pirate and his crew, weird creatures, Nazi Soldiers and not so welcoming natives.
I want a story that involve the modern man meeting the man of age past kind of like Jules Verne Mysterious Island without the exploding island.
Bonus 1: contain Scotland
Bonus 2: no alfred
Bonus 3: FrUK romance
I want a story that involve the modern man meeting the man of age past kind of like Jules Verne Mysterious Island without the exploding island.
Bonus 1: contain Scotland
Bonus 2: no alfred
Bonus 3: FrUK romance
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(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 06:04 am (UTC)(link)None of that stupid Alfred at all, lest he tarnish France and England's ~twu love~, of course. Mod? Bashing? :/
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- 2012-11-22 09:03 (UTC) - ExpandJust basically, Russia gets smitten with Romania and forces his way. Whether he realizes what he's doing is rape is up to the filler.
At one point, the Netherlands attempted to invade Macau to get back at Spain. At this time, Spain and Portugal were sort of in a union, and Macau belonged to Portugal, but only as a trading post rented from China.
I'd like to see Macau fight off Netherlands' advances, and sucessfully save himself.
No shota, please.
bonus: Portugal is there and helps to save Macau.
bonus2: China worries over Macau like a mother hen.
I'd like to see Macau fight off Netherlands' advances, and sucessfully save himself.
No shota, please.
bonus: Portugal is there and helps to save Macau.
bonus2: China worries over Macau like a mother hen.
US/Belgium - HS AU, awkward about only liking him after he's hot
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 06:34 am (UTC)(link)Popular girl Emma is only peripherally acquainted with chubby, loud, unpopular underachiever Alfred. He seems friendly, but kind of a lazy slob and bad with people. She isn't among those who tease him, but doesn't give much thought to it either (he never seems bothered anyway). When Alfred goes away for the summer one year, Emma hardly notices.
Cut to the new school year and you know where this is going. Alfred has grown, he's lost the acne and baby fat, has more fashionable glasses and is paying attention in class. Emma doesn't even recognize him until he reintroduces himself. They end up spending more time together due to sharing classes/activities and Emma finds out that Alfred was more affected by all the teasing than she realized. He was afraid of being ridiculed even more if he tried and failed at losing weight/sports/class/etc and so didn't bother. Once he was in a new environment, he was more willing to try.
Emma develops a crush on Alfred, but feels increasingly bad about only noticing him after he cleaned up. As attracted as she is to him as a person, after all, she can't deny that the initial spark was set by his new look. Happy ending, please.
Bonus: The activity they have in common is cheer-leading
Double Bonus: Alfred is still self-conscious underneath it all, especially when teased about his old appearance/lack of fitness. Emma realizes this and steps in when some goodnatured ribbing goes too far.
Cut to the new school year and you know where this is going. Alfred has grown, he's lost the acne and baby fat, has more fashionable glasses and is paying attention in class. Emma doesn't even recognize him until he reintroduces himself. They end up spending more time together due to sharing classes/activities and Emma finds out that Alfred was more affected by all the teasing than she realized. He was afraid of being ridiculed even more if he tried and failed at losing weight/sports/class/etc and so didn't bother. Once he was in a new environment, he was more willing to try.
Emma develops a crush on Alfred, but feels increasingly bad about only noticing him after he cleaned up. As attracted as she is to him as a person, after all, she can't deny that the initial spark was set by his new look. Happy ending, please.
Bonus: The activity they have in common is cheer-leading
Double Bonus: Alfred is still self-conscious underneath it all, especially when teased about his old appearance/lack of fitness. Emma realizes this and steps in when some goodnatured ribbing goes too far.
Re: US/Belgium - HS AU, awkward about only liking him after he's hot
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)Awww, aw yeah! Seconding!
Re: US/Belgium - HS AU, awkward about only liking him after he's hot
(Anonymous) - 2013-08-14 13:15 (UTC) - ExpandWith permission from author DerpyEponine, requester would like to see what the story behind the drawing "It's Just France" is.
Drawing: http://derpyeponine.deviantart.com/gallery/30172106#/d5fcu5r
How France ended up in this situation is up to the writers. Just explain away.
Bonus: France is tied up or restrained for most of the story, and not just one part.
Drawing: http://derpyeponine.deviantart.com/gallery/30172106#/d5fcu5r
How France ended up in this situation is up to the writers. Just explain away.
Bonus: France is tied up or restrained for most of the story, and not just one part.
In which Japan crosses paths with Cio-Cio-san, the tragic heroine of Puccini's Madame Butterfly, several times during the events of the opera (maybe even before?). Since Butterfly is a tragedy, break my heart anon!
Human names, please.
Bonus 1: Japan interacts with the other characters in the opera, too (like Pinkerton, Suzuki, Sharpless, Sorrow, etc.)
Bonus 2: Other nations that had something to do with Japan during the time period having cameos.
Bonus 3: An ending set many years after the opera's ending, in which Japan's connections with Cio-Cio aren't quite dead yet.
Human names, please.
Bonus 1: Japan interacts with the other characters in the opera, too (like Pinkerton, Suzuki, Sharpless, Sorrow, etc.)
Bonus 2: Other nations that had something to do with Japan during the time period having cameos.
Bonus 3: An ending set many years after the opera's ending, in which Japan's connections with Cio-Cio aren't quite dead yet.
RusAme fandom...I am disappointed in you. Himapapa gives us this beautiful ship-tease, and you do almost nothing with it! Some art here and there, but no fics? Seriously?
So, rant over, someone write a fic for this thing, for the good of us all!
http://www.hetarchive.net/scanlations/nonlinear.php?otyauke2 (skip to the end) You can even keep the mochis if you want, however that works...
So, rant over, someone write a fic for this thing, for the good of us all!
http://www.hetarchive.net/scanlations/nonlinear.php?otyauke2 (skip to the end) You can even keep the mochis if you want, however that works...
Australia has been largely influenced by both England (obviously) and America (culturally, politically etc.). I want to see a story where England and America are in a relationship and Australia goes to them for Help or advice. They act as metaphorical older brothers.
Bonus: Aus is upset and needs comfort.
Bonus 2: At one point England and America finish each others sentences.
Thank you
Bonus: Aus is upset and needs comfort.
Bonus 2: At one point England and America finish each others sentences.
Thank you
Sorry! The heading was meant to be " Giving advice".
Ukraine and or Belarus/random men - sex slavery + mind break
(Anonymous) 2012-11-22 08:32 am (UTC)(link)Let's say there is an old legend that the more the male citizens of a female nation come inside said nation, the more prosperous the country will be. Let's say either Belarus' or Ukraine's (preferably anonymous and/or fictionalized) leaders (or both if you are ambitious) find out about that legend and decide to enact it.
Cue whichever female nation being abducted by her own government, and fucked and filled with cum against her will day in and day out. They beg and fight for it to stop, but it is no use, and what's worse is how they keep forcing her to come, until it's almost like her body has been trained...
Bonuses:
I: There is no specification that it has to be human citizens...
II: Dirty talk
Cue whichever female nation being abducted by her own government, and fucked and filled with cum against her will day in and day out. They beg and fight for it to stop, but it is no use, and what's worse is how they keep forcing her to come, until it's almost like her body has been trained...
Bonuses:
I: There is no specification that it has to be human citizens...
II: Dirty talk
A high school AU where England is unable to swim and somehow this is discovered by someone. Instead of laughing or telling everyone they offer to give him lessons. From here they progress to friends and eventually a relationship.
Bonus: the partnering is USUK, Prussia/UK, or S. Italy/UK. I'm totally up for nearly any pairing though.
Bonus 2: England is all straight A's, composed and mature, horrified at the idea he doesn't know how to swim.
Bonus 3: His "teacher" has to rescue him at least once.
Bonus: the partnering is USUK, Prussia/UK, or S. Italy/UK. I'm totally up for nearly any pairing though.
Bonus 2: England is all straight A's, composed and mature, horrified at the idea he doesn't know how to swim.
Bonus 3: His "teacher" has to rescue him at least once.
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So, I didn't know what else to put in the subject. Sue me.
I want something totally non-sexual. All I really want is for someone to describe a nation's hands, while they're doing something totally normal and boring. Preferably with emphasis on them having long graceful fingers.
Bonus(if you could call it that): England making and drinking tea, or Austria playing piano? They just seem like they'd have nice hands.
OP would also prefer that it was just the one character by themselves, from a sort of fly on the wall perspective. However, I won't object to it being another character, but I don't like yaoi.
I want something totally non-sexual. All I really want is for someone to describe a nation's hands, while they're doing something totally normal and boring. Preferably with emphasis on them having long graceful fingers.
Bonus(if you could call it that): England making and drinking tea, or Austria playing piano? They just seem like they'd have nice hands.
OP would also prefer that it was just the one character by themselves, from a sort of fly on the wall perspective. However, I won't object to it being another character, but I don't like yaoi.
It wasn’t often that Belgium had the time to do her nails. When she did sit down and do it, however, it took long. Not a simple ten minutes of filing, trimming, and a quick coat of polish, oh no. It would first start with gentle exfoliation, until her skin was as smooth as pressed winter snow, slightly pink in tone. Then she’d squirt a bit of lotion onto the back of her hand, and using the same circular motions, massage it in.
One thing she never did was look at the hands in question. She had ugly hands. Her fingers were rectangular in shape, as wide on top as they were on the bottom. A small spattering of downy blonde hairs would call attention to the square shape of her palm as the hairs caught the light. Only men had hair on their hands. Even rings, with opal cut stones to draw out the curves of her digits did no help one bit.
She was cursed with terrible cuticles as well; they would always splinter up and break, harden, swell up and get half-infected. Her nails weren’t elegant either, and without polish she thought they looked downright nasty. The shape was never even, and no matter how much she cleaned them, they would always be grubby. There was nothing delicate about her hands, from her callouses to her too-wide fingers.
In her brother’s study, a dusty fourth floor attic with a beautiful canal view, she enjoyed the little-seen sunlight streaming in from the windows. The antique glass wasn’t entirely transparent, but it only reminded her of days gone by. Idly, she watched the Dutchmen below in their business on the streets. No longer did the winters come as harshly as she remembered in her childhood, when the winter celebration of Sinterklaas often was accompanied by sleet-slick brick streets . Frozen canals and snow-covered trees were a thing of the past. Now, the trees were gaunt skeletons of their former selves.
“Zie de maan schijnt door de bomen… Makkers staakt uw wild geraas,*” Sophie softly sung.
Sinterklaas always put her brother in a good mood. He’d bake his little indulged in sweets and crack jokes. Sometimes, he’d even start a conversation himself. It was only for that that she would say winter was his favorite season. He was one of the few who found delight in snow, and the cold that accompanied it. Wool and Stijn went together like China and silks. Stijn’s cold personality was perfectly accompanied by frost.
Right now, he was drawing. It was such a shame he barely indulged in the arts anymore, when he was so talented. His halls were decked with every day scenes from his glory days, and increasingly with some more recent, more modern things. They were ugly. Sophie preferred the delicate strokes of his brush to his bold lines. Why change when you had achieved utter perfection?
Her eyes, more hazel than green, were drawn to his hands. They were milky pale, summer’s sun having vanished long ago. The same downy hair covered his hands, coarser, but just as straight. It was unfair. When they’d been younger, she never felt that she had to compete with him. She was the one that had the upper hand, as her father’s favorite and as the most successful.
The tendons rippled as his hand moved over the canvas. While her palm was a square, his was an elongated parallelogram. His fingers were so long, and seemed to go on forever. Like his legs, which were in bright red pants. Bold, she half-snickered. He dressed so strangely. But then his nails, those perfect seashell pink nails with clear white nail beds – completely wasted on him.
He was almost handsome if you looked at him like this. She never found him attractive, but when he was like this – in his element – she could easily imagine how he had managed his many conquests. It was all in those hands. His infuriatingly perfect hands. Sighing melancholically, she first looked at hers, and then back at her sibling's.
“Eerlijk zullen we alles delen,” Stijn had continued without her noticing, his baritone the complete opposite of her own voice.
Fair we shall share everything. What a complete and utter lie.
[ * T/N: See the moon shining through the trees, companions cease your wild noise
This line is from a Dutch Sinterklaas song, from which the title for this fill has been derived. Sinterklaas is a Dutch winter celebration. ]
One thing she never did was look at the hands in question. She had ugly hands. Her fingers were rectangular in shape, as wide on top as they were on the bottom. A small spattering of downy blonde hairs would call attention to the square shape of her palm as the hairs caught the light. Only men had hair on their hands. Even rings, with opal cut stones to draw out the curves of her digits did no help one bit.
She was cursed with terrible cuticles as well; they would always splinter up and break, harden, swell up and get half-infected. Her nails weren’t elegant either, and without polish she thought they looked downright nasty. The shape was never even, and no matter how much she cleaned them, they would always be grubby. There was nothing delicate about her hands, from her callouses to her too-wide fingers.
In her brother’s study, a dusty fourth floor attic with a beautiful canal view, she enjoyed the little-seen sunlight streaming in from the windows. The antique glass wasn’t entirely transparent, but it only reminded her of days gone by. Idly, she watched the Dutchmen below in their business on the streets. No longer did the winters come as harshly as she remembered in her childhood, when the winter celebration of Sinterklaas often was accompanied by sleet-slick brick streets . Frozen canals and snow-covered trees were a thing of the past. Now, the trees were gaunt skeletons of their former selves.
“Zie de maan schijnt door de bomen… Makkers staakt uw wild geraas,*” Sophie softly sung.
Sinterklaas always put her brother in a good mood. He’d bake his little indulged in sweets and crack jokes. Sometimes, he’d even start a conversation himself. It was only for that that she would say winter was his favorite season. He was one of the few who found delight in snow, and the cold that accompanied it. Wool and Stijn went together like China and silks. Stijn’s cold personality was perfectly accompanied by frost.
Right now, he was drawing. It was such a shame he barely indulged in the arts anymore, when he was so talented. His halls were decked with every day scenes from his glory days, and increasingly with some more recent, more modern things. They were ugly. Sophie preferred the delicate strokes of his brush to his bold lines. Why change when you had achieved utter perfection?
Her eyes, more hazel than green, were drawn to his hands. They were milky pale, summer’s sun having vanished long ago. The same downy hair covered his hands, coarser, but just as straight. It was unfair. When they’d been younger, she never felt that she had to compete with him. She was the one that had the upper hand, as her father’s favorite and as the most successful.
The tendons rippled as his hand moved over the canvas. While her palm was a square, his was an elongated parallelogram. His fingers were so long, and seemed to go on forever. Like his legs, which were in bright red pants. Bold, she half-snickered. He dressed so strangely. But then his nails, those perfect seashell pink nails with clear white nail beds – completely wasted on him.
He was almost handsome if you looked at him like this. She never found him attractive, but when he was like this – in his element – she could easily imagine how he had managed his many conquests. It was all in those hands. His infuriatingly perfect hands. Sighing melancholically, she first looked at hers, and then back at her sibling's.
“Eerlijk zullen we alles delen,” Stijn had continued without her noticing, his baritone the complete opposite of her own voice.
Fair we shall share everything. What a complete and utter lie.
[ * T/N: See the moon shining through the trees, companions cease your wild noise
This line is from a Dutch Sinterklaas song, from which the title for this fill has been derived. Sinterklaas is a Dutch winter celebration. ]
England is transformed into a cat and found by America who dutifully takes him in.
Bonus: As a cat England acts like he doesn't care about Americas until someone else is nearby when he'll demand complete attention.
Bonus: Initially he feels very uncomfortable being held but ends up loving the hugs.
Bonus: As a cat England acts like he doesn't care about Americas until someone else is nearby when he'll demand complete attention.
Bonus: Initially he feels very uncomfortable being held but ends up loving the hugs.
USUK-Cat transformation- All cats are British in the dark.
(Anonymous) - 2012-12-02 12:13 (UTC) - ExpandUSUK-Cat transformation- All cats are British in the dark.
(Anonymous) - 2012-12-02 12:14 (UTC) - ExpandRe: USUK-Cat transformation- All cats are British in the dark.
(Anonymous) - 2012-12-02 14:11 (UTC) - ExpandAll Cats Are British in the Dark [Extra - Part 6d/6][Final(seriously)]
(Anonymous) - 2012-12-24 21:27 (UTC) - ExpandRe: All Cats Are British in the Dark [Extra - Part 6d/6][Final(seriously)]
(Anonymous) - 2013-01-06 23:31 (UTC) - ExpandPirate Arthur has heard stories about a mysterious island full of treasure, that are lived by people where there more to gender, Pirate Arthur sets out to found this mysterious island and meets native omega Alfred
Sorry if this does not make sense, English is my second language.
Sorry if this does not make sense, English is my second language.
Oh. I second this so hard.
Recently I was really sick and had I high fever, apparently I said and did some pretty odd things. I would love to see someone taking care of a really feverish England and then witnessing him go into fever delusions and rambling amongst periods of lucidness.
Bonus 1: if they are really worried but find it cute at the same time.
Bonus 2: He cannot be reasoned with and in the end to avoid upsetting/aggravating him they have a conversation with his "magical friends".
Bonus 1: if they are really worried but find it cute at the same time.
Bonus 2: He cannot be reasoned with and in the end to avoid upsetting/aggravating him they have a conversation with his "magical friends".
Possible Author!Anon might be able to fill this, since this is the most adorable prompt she has read today. It might take some time, but there's a pretty good chance that PA!Anon could fill and post it by the end of next month or so.
Oh. By the way, is US/UK okay? PA!Anon specializes in this pairing, so writing with pairing comes easily and will take less time.
Oh. By the way, is US/UK okay? PA!Anon specializes in this pairing, so writing with pairing comes easily and will take less time.
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