hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 24

Would smut be acceptable? Because I really want to write this.

Smut is definitely acceptable!

Aw hell yeah. Consider it being worked on.

(uprightness, captcha? Yes, it will be.)

Alfred F. Jones is a scientist above all else, excluding American and manly (in his own, rather large, opinion). In my humble opinion, he is also very much an idiot, as evidenced by his latest experiment. At least he's doing it in another room, I say. Ever since we got together (or, as he says, joined forces against evil), he's bee-

Oh, god, there he is now.

"Hey ARTHUR!"

Just look away, don't pay attention, he'll leave...

"Arthuuuuuuur?"

... don't respond, he's not that enthusiastic about it...

"Aaaaaaaaarthuuuuuuur."

... who am I trying to fool? "... Yes?"

"Two things. Number one." Here Alfred thrusts his index finger in my face. "You're going deaf, old man. Number two. I'm taking a break to check the results of the experiment."

"You do realize that invisibility is impossible?"

"You should say that to Mattie."

"Who?"

"Nevermind that. Do you mind being the observer?"

"... what do you need me to do?"

"Watch me for ten minutes, on the dot."

I sigh. "And what'll you be doing, while I do /your/ work?"

"... Mario?"

"Absolutely not."

He pushes his glasses up, looks at me like a sad puppy.

How... cute...

Bollocks.

"Fine. But only ten minutes."

He perks right back up. "Alright! I can beat like 3 levels in ten minutes, we're good."

Alfred walks over to the couch, grabs a remote and starts where he left off half-an-hour ago.

*grabs some popcorn*

Whoo! Liking it so far, author-anon!

I'm so glaaaad

I'll post more tomorrow. I'm exhausted... but I promise to post.

I must admit, I'm not a very good observer. Watching his game is much more interesting, honestly, although I can't for the life of me understand it.

There is a small popping noise, and I think that he must have been making toast. I walk into the kitchen for half a moment. "Alfred, were you cooking something?"

"Nah."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"I heard a strange noise a moment ago-"

"Shhhh. I'm trying to jump on Bowser."

I hear another pop as I’m walking back in. "And what, may I ask, is a Bow..." I trail off, seeing his uncovered chest. "Why did you ta-"

"Shhhhhhh."

"But you-"

"Sh."

I suppose he must have taken his T-shirt off while I was in the kitchen, but why?

My question is answered with another quick noise. POP, it replies, and his socks disappear.

"Er, Al-"

"SHHHH. Bowser. Three lives. Sh."

And then his trousers disappear with a little snap, and I realize that he's wearing those idiotic starred-and-striped boxers. His experiment is certainly having an effect on his clothing (and on me), but I can't tell him, now can I? He interrupts me at every turn. What to do, what to do...

... exactly what he asked. I'll observe.

He's leaning forward on the couch. His nipples harden slightly, presumably from the cold of the house. His glasses slide down his nose as he maniacally pounds the buttons. The telly beeps neurotically, and the screen shows the words "GAME OVER," and Alfred swears.

His boxers evaporate, and somehow I'm hard as a rock.

"Continue?" asks the screen.

"Of-fucking-course," he says, and presses a button.

"Absolutely not," I whisper, and walk to the console and press what I believe to be the power switch.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He's screeching, and I almost falter in my resolve. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I NEVER GOT TO SA-!!!"

I interrupt him with what I think is quite the kiss. His eyes are wide open, his glasses hit my nose, and I don't care, he's naked. He's naked and when he's naked he will not play games except with me.

I grab his hand and put it to my crotch, letting him feel how I feel at the moment, and he gasps, and when he opens his mouth I lick his lips and mine. Finally, finally he closes his eyes and I know I've convinced him to continue with me.

Now I'm moving my lips from his lips to his jawline, from his jawline to his neck, from his neck down, down, down, 'til he's got his hands in my hair and I'm breathing hot air on his member. I look up. "What do you want, Alfred?"

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((Part three tomorrow, I am exhausted))

((also, captcha says "avoiduh same," i will sleep more tonight

I think it will be freaking hilarious when Alfred gets around to asking Arthur about his observations. Will the scientist in him want everything in order with times?

*laughs*

This was fantastic, A!A.

But! I thought his clothing was just invisible..!

A!A says: the experiment went wrong, and his clothes disappeared instead of becoming invisible.

Sorry if I'm not super-clear.... I don't think of myself as the best author.

ALSO I CAN'T POST TODAY. I forgot my flash drive! I will post the end as soon as I can.

"M-more..."

"Good," I say, and kiss the tip of his still-hardening member, then lick it, up, up, down, and take it into my mouth, moaning around it as I do.

"Fuck, Arthur, yes, don't stop..." He makes these sweet little sounds, and I take him further, deeper, 'til he's as far as I can have him, until I can tell he's going to-

I pull my mouth off.

"N-nooooo..." he groans, shaking his head. "Please..."

I smile, pulling off my shirt. "Hmm? What was that?"

He looks to the left. "Please."

Now the trousers. "Please what?"

"Please keep going," he whispers, just as I pull my boxers off, and he sees my cock standing proud.

"Oh, you want more?"

He blushes, blushes like he only does for me. "Y-yeah..." he says.

"What do you want more of? Show me."

He leans forward and I gasp as he kisses my length, strokes it- and it doesn't take long for me to start moaning. He's always been good, and today is no exception. I pull away at the last moment that I think I can convince myself. He smiles, and spreads his legs.

Thank god I keep lube in my pocket when I'm with him. I grab for my trousers and take it out, then spread some on two fingers. Slowly, gently I push the first past his entrance, and slide the second in soon after. His head is thrown back, he's panting, he's fucking beautiful-

Pulling my fingers out, I stroke him once with my other hand. "Fuck! Please, please, pleasepleaseplea-"

I kiss him, silence him again, position myself, pull away. "Shh... you can make as much noise as you want in just a moment," I say, and I push in, softly, slowly, watching him bite his lower lip, hearing him gasp and moan and, fuck, what a perfect picture.

"Nnn- ah, fuck, Alfred, now," I say, and thrust.

"A-Arthur, Arthur, feels so good, want you, want you, need you, harder," he moans, and as any good man would, I do what I'm asked. He's keening and sighing and speaking all the while, and all I can think is him, all of him, all mine, Alfred, Alfred- "Gonna come, gonna come, please come, Arthur, love you, love, you, coming, Arthur, Arthur-"

"Love you so much, love you, love you," I say, before the pressure around my length overwhelms me and I lose all coherence.

I would like to point out at this point that under normal circumstances, he falls asleep immediately. That is not the case today.

After a serene, wonderful, silent moment, he whispers, "Did it work?"

"... did what work?"

"The experiment."

I sigh, for what feels like the thousandth time this week. "Not exactly. Your clothes sort of went invisible, except that they disappeared completely."

He sits up. "Whaaaat?!? This is great! This is progress! This is awesome!"

I pull him down again. "We can't have sex if you're invisible."

"Oh, but we totally can. It would be amazing."

"Ah. Well, I'll do what you Americans do. I'll, whatsit, what is it called? Your President does it."

"Kick ass?"

"No, no. I think I've got it. Veto. No sex when you're invisible."

Needless to say, Alfred has never been and will never be invisible.

~END~

*I would just like to point out that Mattie has got to be shivering in the corner the entire time, cursing his Canadian heritage.
I also would like to apologize for not following the prompt exactly: Alfred apparently didn't notice, so it’s hard for him to react, exactly... Darnitall.
Sincerely stoked if you wonderful Anons read and review.

<3s, A!A

Six and Seven were the same paragraph...did we miss something?

I will rectify this as soon as I can. SORRYYYY

Hey! Sorry to take so long. The double post in the middle of THE REALLY IMPORTANT SCENE (*cough*) threw me off, so I had to wait until it was fixed and then reread it all.

This was a VERY cute fill and I enjoyed it thoroughly! But silly Arthur, doesn't he know invisibility can be fun sexually? Imagine what they could do with no one the wiser! I think the best part, though, was Alfred's train of thought being derailed by sex and not even noticing that his experiment removed all his clothes until later. There was something even everyday about it? One can only imagine how life with Mad Scientist!Alfred is...

Hetalia kink meme part 24

Re: USUK, America's clothes start disappearing

OP

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PART ONE.

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OP

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PART TWO

THIRD PART

PARTO CUATRO

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A!A

PARTQUE CINQUE

SIX

NUMBER SEVEN

DISREGARD ABOVE, THIS IS THE TRUE NUMBER SEVEN

COMPLETE ENDING NUMERO UNO

A!A's silly notes

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!!!! flabbergasted

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