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I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.
Write the above with a depressed Denmark. Bonus if Norway finds out. Put title as "Slipping Mask"
Write the above with a depressed Denmark. Bonus if Norway finds out. Put title as "Slipping Mask"
Denmark stared forlornly into the distance. How long had it been? How long had it been since the darkness fell before his eyes? He was numb, he could no longer cry, all his tears were spent on the memories that fell broken like shattered glass around his feet.
And he kept stepping on them.
Denmark cupped his hands around a jagged cold cup, empty of everything but his own emotions.
"Dan, what are you staring at?"
Denmark stared out the window.
"Nothing Nor, go back to bed."
Norway squinted at him, then inwardly shrugged and ruffled Denmark's hair in passing as he walked past.
Denmark closed his eyes. He didn't deserve his kindness. Didn't deserve anything, because after all he -
Norway slapped the back of his head, jarring him back into reality.
"You forgot to get coffee."
And he kept stepping on them.
Denmark cupped his hands around a jagged cold cup, empty of everything but his own emotions.
"Dan, what are you staring at?"
Denmark stared out the window.
"Nothing Nor, go back to bed."
Norway squinted at him, then inwardly shrugged and ruffled Denmark's hair in passing as he walked past.
Denmark closed his eyes. He didn't deserve his kindness. Didn't deserve anything, because after all he -
Norway slapped the back of his head, jarring him back into reality.
"You forgot to get coffee."
Either Russia or England find out that America has a kink for being held down while having sex.
Bonus 1: They have to figure out how to stop his strength
Bonus 2: At first Alfred thinks it's horrible and embarrassing that he wants it.
Bonus 1: They have to figure out how to stop his strength
Bonus 2: At first Alfred thinks it's horrible and embarrassing that he wants it.
I've seen hundreds of fills where America has an eating disorder- but I was recently told (not sure it's true but I kind of believe it) that England actually had the worlds highest date of anerexia.
Do with this what you will.
Do with this what you will.
Warning: Untreated eating disorder.
Note: Author has no experience with an eating disorder, so this may be inaccurate - I'm working off of a list of symptoms and what I've seen in news articles. If there are mistakes, corrections are appreciated.
A cup of tea in the morning. A biscuit with the tea.
A cup of tea at lunch. A biscuit with the tea.
A cup of tea at dinner. A biscuit with the tea.
Inside his head, he could feel his body screaming for food, but he squashed the urge. He didn't need food. Magic alone would sustain him. And if people looked at him oddly, or some days he would sell his soul for a good, solid meal - well, it was just good British discipline. No wonder that spoiled America, or decadent France, had no understanding of self-restraint.
True, his hair was beginning to fall out, but he'd been mocked for so long for his thick eyebrows that he reckoned it would improve his appearance. And perhaps his figure was growing a bit slender - better to err on the side of caution than to become an overgrown flabby baby like America. But any reports of his being "out of sorts" were greatly exaggerated - it was just all these bloody idiots who set off his temper and left him so tired. Any sensible Nation would.
He was fine. Absolutely fine. And he would silence the nagging from "concerned" Nations (who were clearly just being a gaggle of simpering ninnies) soon enough anyway - he'd start padding out his clothing with insulation, and then they wouldn't have anything to see to tip them off... so long as he kept his hands in his pockets. What a wretchedly cold summer this was! It had to be climate change. No other explanation for this miserable chill.
Why was he bothering himself thinking of silly facts of life like this? He supposed he was just making an effort to keep his mind off the gnawing ache in his stomach. Annoying, that. He ought to be barely noticing it by now.
Perhaps he wasn't being strict enough upon himself - not teaching his undisciplined schoolboy of a stomach enough of a lesson.
He could cut the three biscuits down to two a day.
He could.
He should.
He would.
Author's Note: I'm not sure how good a job I did on this, but if this reminds you of yourself or someone you know, please visit the following links:
http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/find-help-support
http://www.anad.org/eating-disorders-get-help/eating-disorders-helpline-email/
Note: Author has no experience with an eating disorder, so this may be inaccurate - I'm working off of a list of symptoms and what I've seen in news articles. If there are mistakes, corrections are appreciated.
A cup of tea in the morning. A biscuit with the tea.
A cup of tea at lunch. A biscuit with the tea.
A cup of tea at dinner. A biscuit with the tea.
Inside his head, he could feel his body screaming for food, but he squashed the urge. He didn't need food. Magic alone would sustain him. And if people looked at him oddly, or some days he would sell his soul for a good, solid meal - well, it was just good British discipline. No wonder that spoiled America, or decadent France, had no understanding of self-restraint.
True, his hair was beginning to fall out, but he'd been mocked for so long for his thick eyebrows that he reckoned it would improve his appearance. And perhaps his figure was growing a bit slender - better to err on the side of caution than to become an overgrown flabby baby like America. But any reports of his being "out of sorts" were greatly exaggerated - it was just all these bloody idiots who set off his temper and left him so tired. Any sensible Nation would.
He was fine. Absolutely fine. And he would silence the nagging from "concerned" Nations (who were clearly just being a gaggle of simpering ninnies) soon enough anyway - he'd start padding out his clothing with insulation, and then they wouldn't have anything to see to tip them off... so long as he kept his hands in his pockets. What a wretchedly cold summer this was! It had to be climate change. No other explanation for this miserable chill.
Why was he bothering himself thinking of silly facts of life like this? He supposed he was just making an effort to keep his mind off the gnawing ache in his stomach. Annoying, that. He ought to be barely noticing it by now.
Perhaps he wasn't being strict enough upon himself - not teaching his undisciplined schoolboy of a stomach enough of a lesson.
He could cut the three biscuits down to two a day.
He could.
He should.
He would.
Author's Note: I'm not sure how good a job I did on this, but if this reminds you of yourself or someone you know, please visit the following links:
http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/find-help-support
http://www.anad.org/eating-disorders-get-help/eating-disorders-helpline-email/
In honor of Hetalia UNOFFICIALLY getting a South American county in the form of Ecuador, this anon wants a story where Ecuador takes country A on a trip to his homeland. You have to admit, he looks cool from the art I've seen. I prefer human names so that it'll cause less confusion.
Bonuses:
1) country A is England.
2) Ecuador's human first name is Hector.
3) Mentions of Charles Darwim and Simon Bolivar will get writer!Anon a historical high-five.
Bonuses:
1) country A is England.
2) Ecuador's human first name is Hector.
3) Mentions of Charles Darwim and Simon Bolivar will get writer!Anon a historical high-five.
Crap! I meant Darwin!
Pretty much as requested in the subject. These guys are already so codependent in canon I don't even think it's that much of a stretch, but Spain, Romano, Belgium and Netherlands in a happy, unconventional-but-it-works-for-them relationship. On the part of Belgium and Ned no incest angst please. I'm really just looking for 'it's kind of crazy but we're happy' love.
Bonus: SMUT
Bonus 2: One member taking care of all the others in a loving and tender way.
Bonus: SMUT
Bonus 2: One member taking care of all the others in a loving and tender way.
I hope OP is okay with mostly smut. :S
--
Romano knew his place under the Spanish household, despite acting like he didn’t. He knew he would only be simply a loved underling and nothing more. He has internalized it very well, Spain was the boss, Belgium was the big motherly sister, and Netherlands was the estranged distant uncle. In some sense, they were, somewhat, like a family; if you can call a collection of personified Nations a family.
It was strange how complicated the whole house worked. Romano had expressed interests in both Spain and Belgium. Belgium and Netherlands were more interested in each other; and Spain had longed for Romano but had kept it under locks with Belgium.
It was dysfunctional, but somehow it held together. Somehow. Most of the time.
Yet there are times, where they break that boundary, together. Spain, while he is expressively gay; he, however, doesn’t dare put a toe out of line because the Catholic Church’s judgments live in his head. Because of that, Belgium becomes center stage of his sexual desires.
Belgium only half-heartedly fulfills that request. The man she wants is Netherlands, her brother.
Romano hates it when he finds himself watching the two cling to each other. The image of their embrace forever burned into his memory. It reminds him of the harsh reality he must live in, the two people that he fell in love with will never be his.
This is his place in the Spanish household. He is simply a henchman and nothing more, nothing less.
There are days where they would publically display that passion. Anger and jealousy burns within him. The two were unintentionally taunting him. The man he longed to be held and touched would never even dare to lay a finger on the places that begged for it the most. The woman he sought after for so long would never dare to even entertain to his wishes.
At least, normally.
Then there are other days where all of the unspoken positions break down.
Romano stands outside the living room of the large household in awe. His legs refused him to carry him anywhere else; despite his mind screaming to flee.
Spain aggressively kisses Belgium. He clings to her tightly as he runs his hands down her back, gripping her ass tightly, and massaging it for that soft sigh she releases in his mouth. She claws on his back as he tries to maneuver the maid’s dress and slipping her panties off. They are tossed at Romano’s feet, both completely unaware they had an audience.
Romano’s eyes lowered to observe the undergarment at his feet; he notes that there was a glisten under the sunlight. Today would be one of those days, he noted to himself. His attention returns to the pair, unsure whether or not he should follow along with the turn of events.
Belgium then undoes the middle buttons of the dress and then slips her breasts over the apron; allowing the constrained flesh to hang free. Nipples were greeted by soft flicks of Spain’s tongue and pinched between either his teeth or fingers. The squeaks and sighs that the home had been oh so familiar with fill the large home again.
The sound of her voice strikes a strange dissonance in Romano’s mind. He knows it’s fake; he knows that was a performance. Yet, Spain seems to be buying into it one hundred percent. How much he loathes this unsettling act. How much he loathes Spain.
Romano watches the show in agony the two people, again, unintentionally taunting him. The man that he has slowly fallen in love with, touching something he will never be, a woman. The woman that he had believed he had loved for so long with someone else. He clings onto his only source of comfort: Belgium’s actions are only half-hearted.
Belgium finds the strength in the pleasurable haze to knock Spain down to the ground to finally free the growing erection. Teasingly she lathers the trembling flesh with the moist vaginal fluids, giving it a distinct glisten under the Spanish sun.
Spain lets out a frustrated moan as the sadistic thrusts continue with great pace. Her eyes are flickering with amusement as he trembles under her control.
“Getting excited, no?” she asks in a low seductive tone.
Spain’s head was tossed back; the disgruntled groan was more than enough of an acceptable answer for her.
How he desperately wanted something around the throbbing organ. His first thought wasn’t Belgium. His mind curses him with imagery about how much he would rather have Romano sitting on top of him. He imagines how his large cock would be tightly surrounded by his Italian ass. His thoughts taunt him with his longing desire to hold the young boy screaming at the top of his longs how he would only be his, how he want him to fuck the sexually frustrated boy until he was senseless. He curses himself as he desperately takes Belgium’s body, simply because he was told it was “acceptable.”
It was her cue to allow the frustrated penis to finally become enclosed what it longed for. In one swift motion Belgium engulfs Spain’s throbbing dick into her vagina. Despite this Spain, knows it’s not as satisfying, but he desperately savors the moment.
As Belgium rotates her hips, Romano furrows his brows in frustration. He sighs and lets his jealousy and envy consumes him. It’s his driving force to motivate him to enter the living room, and following along with the two of them as they break the structure that had dictated the household for so long. Romano wraps his arm around Belgium’s waist and nuzzles his face into her neck, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet scent she always had.
Belgium looks back, rather amused and presses her ass against his crotch as a gesture to invite him to the act. Romano presses the growing erection as his cue he accepts.
Spain had no energy to fight back as he became lost in the heat of the moment. His mind cursing he wished he had noticed the boy earlier. The back of his mind he wishes his henchman embraced him, but he bitterly accepts that today was one of the days where all the structure he spent so much effort on building falls apart. He accepts Romano’s wildest fantasies that involved Belgium will somewhat come true.
Romano’s heart is at a flutter because Belgium unexpectedly turned her head back and kissed him. A chaste kiss didn’t last long in a heated moment like this; Romano then quickly turned it into a hungry passionate kiss. His heart is pounding wildly as all his deepest suppressed dreams finally spill into light. Playful nips and tongue licking were part of the package, of course. Each flick of her tongue sends a familiar jolt that no dream could ever satisfy.
Belgium can feel her sense of reality slipping away again as Romano’s tongue laps against her teeth. His lips nipping at hers send chills down her spine. A brief thought of guilt crosses her mind, as she realizes she had left Romano to wallow in his unfilled desires; whether it was her or
Spain causing this did not matter right now.
As Belgium fell deeper and deeper into absolute bliss, Romano takes his chance to use an index finger to penetrate her ass. She sharply yelped at the sudden intrusion into his throat but was quickly forgotten when Spain bucked his hips inside her. Romano had taken note of it and uses the distraction to slip his middle finger in as well.
He flickers his sight to Spain. Something didn’t feel quite right when he looked over; but he chooses not to question it for too long.
She could feel her heart racing at the polar sensations consume her. Spain takes the opportunity to caress her inner thighs and he runs a finger along her folds. An extremely satisfying sigh echoes in the room as the finger presses deeply at the sensitive clitoris.
Romano finally slips his ring finger in; it becomes a bit easier to stretch the hole to his liking. The foreign sensation is only tolerable because she can feel Spain’s head hitting her womb.
Romano makes an additional distraction as they continue to deepen the kiss. Their tongues waltzed between their mouths and Romano’s free hand make way to her breasts; fingers fiddle with her harden nipples.
As they broke apart, Romano takes the opportunity to ask, “May I?”
She looks up at him and nods. A pang of guilt hits Romano’s gut as he observes Belgium expressing vulnerability. Yet, he still continues with his actions because he has the permission to do so.
Romano then slips his three fingers out and fumbles with his zipper. He finally is able to pull out his own penis. The head gently teases the entrance to her ass, and enters her slowly and steadily. Belgium draws a long sound of discomfort as the hole stretches to get accustomed to the larger intrusion.
The pain is slightly forgotten as Spain again aggressively thrusts against her. He feels her moist walls tightening again, trying to to extract his milk. Romano slowly draws himself in and out while Spain quickens his pace.
Romano feels his throat vibrating as he tries to match Spain in speed. Belgium’s grip was something else as he takes an extra effort to thrust his hips forward. This time it was Romano moaning into Belgium’s mouth. Their lips are sore, but their throats only began as Belgium began to hit a higher pitch every time Spain and Romano thrust inward simultaneously.
Belgium pulls apart because her breath became short, she couldn’t keep up with the both of them. Both weren’t holding back as they continue to go hit as deep as they could. The three could feel themselves breaking their façade. The room became filled with erotic moans and grunts.
Netherlands stood at the door way not sure what to make of it. Part of him is suddenly reminded why he had hated living under the Spanish household; another part of him twisted with confusion and lust as he watches his sister’s erotic expression.
Belgium breaks first as she can feel the fluid releasing, Spain takes advantage of the natural lubricant and uses it to send more jolts up and down her spine. That orgasmic scream does it for Netherlands.
He finds himself walking over towards the group. Belgium eagerly takes his half erected cock and sucks eagerly. The feeling was strange this time for him; wincing at the strange atmosphere and he watches his sister continually feeling Spain and Romano’s synced thrusts. Her tongue lapping the sensitive head and bobbing her head rapidly down his length was an off-beat sensation. She seemed rather eager to end things quickly he noted.
Romano hits his limit first and he feels his semen release inside of her first. The ass clenches his weakening penis, milking him of every last drop. As he pulls out, Belgium then lets the relaxing penis hotdog between her ass cheeks, giving one final sensation for Romano.
As that comes to an end, Belgium is hit with a second orgasm as Spain begins filling her womb. The mix of fluids sends a new sensation. Netherlands can feel her throat wanting to scream again in such ecstasy.
Spain then pulls himself outwards, but Belgium still continues to thrust her hips back and forth. Her dripping wet clitoris rubbing against Spain’s worn out organ.
Belgium pulls her mouth away from Netherlands and begins to stand up. By this point Spain had passed out on the living room floor. Romano watches Belgium struggling to get up. She’s weak from today’s events and had trouble supporting herself.
Both Romano and Netherlands help her to her feet, but it was Netherlands who decides to carry her, bridal style, back to her room.
“I’m not in the mood to be in the same room with Spain,” he muttered bitterly.
Romano understood what he meant, this was his opportunity. He had a chance to remold his role in his house. He also understood, Netherlands was going to take back what he claimed was his. The Dutchman walks out of the room, leaving Romano alone with an unconscious Spain.
He looked at the man, with a rather sadden expression. His heart is racing wondering whether or not he could really pursue the man he loved. Quietly he runs off quickly to gather a pillow and blanket to let his boss sleep in mild comfort, let’s face it; he knew he wasn’t going to be able to move the man up to his room.
Then he tucked himself in, watching his boss resting peacefully. He joins him in his “siesta” hoping that things would turn in his favor for once.
--
Romano knew his place under the Spanish household, despite acting like he didn’t. He knew he would only be simply a loved underling and nothing more. He has internalized it very well, Spain was the boss, Belgium was the big motherly sister, and Netherlands was the estranged distant uncle. In some sense, they were, somewhat, like a family; if you can call a collection of personified Nations a family.
It was strange how complicated the whole house worked. Romano had expressed interests in both Spain and Belgium. Belgium and Netherlands were more interested in each other; and Spain had longed for Romano but had kept it under locks with Belgium.
It was dysfunctional, but somehow it held together. Somehow. Most of the time.
Yet there are times, where they break that boundary, together. Spain, while he is expressively gay; he, however, doesn’t dare put a toe out of line because the Catholic Church’s judgments live in his head. Because of that, Belgium becomes center stage of his sexual desires.
Belgium only half-heartedly fulfills that request. The man she wants is Netherlands, her brother.
Romano hates it when he finds himself watching the two cling to each other. The image of their embrace forever burned into his memory. It reminds him of the harsh reality he must live in, the two people that he fell in love with will never be his.
This is his place in the Spanish household. He is simply a henchman and nothing more, nothing less.
There are days where they would publically display that passion. Anger and jealousy burns within him. The two were unintentionally taunting him. The man he longed to be held and touched would never even dare to lay a finger on the places that begged for it the most. The woman he sought after for so long would never dare to even entertain to his wishes.
At least, normally.
Then there are other days where all of the unspoken positions break down.
Romano stands outside the living room of the large household in awe. His legs refused him to carry him anywhere else; despite his mind screaming to flee.
Spain aggressively kisses Belgium. He clings to her tightly as he runs his hands down her back, gripping her ass tightly, and massaging it for that soft sigh she releases in his mouth. She claws on his back as he tries to maneuver the maid’s dress and slipping her panties off. They are tossed at Romano’s feet, both completely unaware they had an audience.
Romano’s eyes lowered to observe the undergarment at his feet; he notes that there was a glisten under the sunlight. Today would be one of those days, he noted to himself. His attention returns to the pair, unsure whether or not he should follow along with the turn of events.
Belgium then undoes the middle buttons of the dress and then slips her breasts over the apron; allowing the constrained flesh to hang free. Nipples were greeted by soft flicks of Spain’s tongue and pinched between either his teeth or fingers. The squeaks and sighs that the home had been oh so familiar with fill the large home again.
The sound of her voice strikes a strange dissonance in Romano’s mind. He knows it’s fake; he knows that was a performance. Yet, Spain seems to be buying into it one hundred percent. How much he loathes this unsettling act. How much he loathes Spain.
Romano watches the show in agony the two people, again, unintentionally taunting him. The man that he has slowly fallen in love with, touching something he will never be, a woman. The woman that he had believed he had loved for so long with someone else. He clings onto his only source of comfort: Belgium’s actions are only half-hearted.
Belgium finds the strength in the pleasurable haze to knock Spain down to the ground to finally free the growing erection. Teasingly she lathers the trembling flesh with the moist vaginal fluids, giving it a distinct glisten under the Spanish sun.
Spain lets out a frustrated moan as the sadistic thrusts continue with great pace. Her eyes are flickering with amusement as he trembles under her control.
“Getting excited, no?” she asks in a low seductive tone.
Spain’s head was tossed back; the disgruntled groan was more than enough of an acceptable answer for her.
How he desperately wanted something around the throbbing organ. His first thought wasn’t Belgium. His mind curses him with imagery about how much he would rather have Romano sitting on top of him. He imagines how his large cock would be tightly surrounded by his Italian ass. His thoughts taunt him with his longing desire to hold the young boy screaming at the top of his longs how he would only be his, how he want him to fuck the sexually frustrated boy until he was senseless. He curses himself as he desperately takes Belgium’s body, simply because he was told it was “acceptable.”
It was her cue to allow the frustrated penis to finally become enclosed what it longed for. In one swift motion Belgium engulfs Spain’s throbbing dick into her vagina. Despite this Spain, knows it’s not as satisfying, but he desperately savors the moment.
As Belgium rotates her hips, Romano furrows his brows in frustration. He sighs and lets his jealousy and envy consumes him. It’s his driving force to motivate him to enter the living room, and following along with the two of them as they break the structure that had dictated the household for so long. Romano wraps his arm around Belgium’s waist and nuzzles his face into her neck, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet scent she always had.
Belgium looks back, rather amused and presses her ass against his crotch as a gesture to invite him to the act. Romano presses the growing erection as his cue he accepts.
Spain had no energy to fight back as he became lost in the heat of the moment. His mind cursing he wished he had noticed the boy earlier. The back of his mind he wishes his henchman embraced him, but he bitterly accepts that today was one of the days where all the structure he spent so much effort on building falls apart. He accepts Romano’s wildest fantasies that involved Belgium will somewhat come true.
Romano’s heart is at a flutter because Belgium unexpectedly turned her head back and kissed him. A chaste kiss didn’t last long in a heated moment like this; Romano then quickly turned it into a hungry passionate kiss. His heart is pounding wildly as all his deepest suppressed dreams finally spill into light. Playful nips and tongue licking were part of the package, of course. Each flick of her tongue sends a familiar jolt that no dream could ever satisfy.
Belgium can feel her sense of reality slipping away again as Romano’s tongue laps against her teeth. His lips nipping at hers send chills down her spine. A brief thought of guilt crosses her mind, as she realizes she had left Romano to wallow in his unfilled desires; whether it was her or
Spain causing this did not matter right now.
As Belgium fell deeper and deeper into absolute bliss, Romano takes his chance to use an index finger to penetrate her ass. She sharply yelped at the sudden intrusion into his throat but was quickly forgotten when Spain bucked his hips inside her. Romano had taken note of it and uses the distraction to slip his middle finger in as well.
He flickers his sight to Spain. Something didn’t feel quite right when he looked over; but he chooses not to question it for too long.
She could feel her heart racing at the polar sensations consume her. Spain takes the opportunity to caress her inner thighs and he runs a finger along her folds. An extremely satisfying sigh echoes in the room as the finger presses deeply at the sensitive clitoris.
Romano finally slips his ring finger in; it becomes a bit easier to stretch the hole to his liking. The foreign sensation is only tolerable because she can feel Spain’s head hitting her womb.
Romano makes an additional distraction as they continue to deepen the kiss. Their tongues waltzed between their mouths and Romano’s free hand make way to her breasts; fingers fiddle with her harden nipples.
As they broke apart, Romano takes the opportunity to ask, “May I?”
She looks up at him and nods. A pang of guilt hits Romano’s gut as he observes Belgium expressing vulnerability. Yet, he still continues with his actions because he has the permission to do so.
Romano then slips his three fingers out and fumbles with his zipper. He finally is able to pull out his own penis. The head gently teases the entrance to her ass, and enters her slowly and steadily. Belgium draws a long sound of discomfort as the hole stretches to get accustomed to the larger intrusion.
The pain is slightly forgotten as Spain again aggressively thrusts against her. He feels her moist walls tightening again, trying to to extract his milk. Romano slowly draws himself in and out while Spain quickens his pace.
Romano feels his throat vibrating as he tries to match Spain in speed. Belgium’s grip was something else as he takes an extra effort to thrust his hips forward. This time it was Romano moaning into Belgium’s mouth. Their lips are sore, but their throats only began as Belgium began to hit a higher pitch every time Spain and Romano thrust inward simultaneously.
Belgium pulls apart because her breath became short, she couldn’t keep up with the both of them. Both weren’t holding back as they continue to go hit as deep as they could. The three could feel themselves breaking their façade. The room became filled with erotic moans and grunts.
Netherlands stood at the door way not sure what to make of it. Part of him is suddenly reminded why he had hated living under the Spanish household; another part of him twisted with confusion and lust as he watches his sister’s erotic expression.
Belgium breaks first as she can feel the fluid releasing, Spain takes advantage of the natural lubricant and uses it to send more jolts up and down her spine. That orgasmic scream does it for Netherlands.
He finds himself walking over towards the group. Belgium eagerly takes his half erected cock and sucks eagerly. The feeling was strange this time for him; wincing at the strange atmosphere and he watches his sister continually feeling Spain and Romano’s synced thrusts. Her tongue lapping the sensitive head and bobbing her head rapidly down his length was an off-beat sensation. She seemed rather eager to end things quickly he noted.
Romano hits his limit first and he feels his semen release inside of her first. The ass clenches his weakening penis, milking him of every last drop. As he pulls out, Belgium then lets the relaxing penis hotdog between her ass cheeks, giving one final sensation for Romano.
As that comes to an end, Belgium is hit with a second orgasm as Spain begins filling her womb. The mix of fluids sends a new sensation. Netherlands can feel her throat wanting to scream again in such ecstasy.
Spain then pulls himself outwards, but Belgium still continues to thrust her hips back and forth. Her dripping wet clitoris rubbing against Spain’s worn out organ.
Belgium pulls her mouth away from Netherlands and begins to stand up. By this point Spain had passed out on the living room floor. Romano watches Belgium struggling to get up. She’s weak from today’s events and had trouble supporting herself.
Both Romano and Netherlands help her to her feet, but it was Netherlands who decides to carry her, bridal style, back to her room.
“I’m not in the mood to be in the same room with Spain,” he muttered bitterly.
Romano understood what he meant, this was his opportunity. He had a chance to remold his role in his house. He also understood, Netherlands was going to take back what he claimed was his. The Dutchman walks out of the room, leaving Romano alone with an unconscious Spain.
He looked at the man, with a rather sadden expression. His heart is racing wondering whether or not he could really pursue the man he loved. Quietly he runs off quickly to gather a pillow and blanket to let his boss sleep in mild comfort, let’s face it; he knew he wasn’t going to be able to move the man up to his room.
Then he tucked himself in, watching his boss resting peacefully. He joins him in his “siesta” hoping that things would turn in his favor for once.
I'd like to see the day that Russia took Moldova from Romania. I'm not well enough versed in the history to know quite when this would be, but I would love to see it.
I will still be happy no matter how historically inaccurate it is.
Just, give me crying, and heartbreak. :)
I will still be happy no matter how historically inaccurate it is.
Just, give me crying, and heartbreak. :)
Anon might be on to this! I won't promise since when I write it might take some time. But I've had some plot bunnies for a story like this for over a year and I wrote a fill with a similar theme a long time ago.
So it's been made pretty clear that Australia's pretty childish. How does his lover deal with things like petting other people's pets and trying to get them to race him down the street?
No smut necessary, and any kind of pairing besides shota is fine.
No smut necessary, and any kind of pairing besides shota is fine.
Childness =/= mentally of a child
Seriously OP :|a
Seriously OP :|a
A Prussia from another time period, or even an AU, somehow ends up in the regular modern day verse so now there's two Prussia running around.
Others have had or gained an interest in either or both of them, but they only seem to have eyes for each other.
Smut not required but more than appreciated.
Others have had or gained an interest in either or both of them, but they only seem to have eyes for each other.
Smut not required but more than appreciated.
"Ageplay is a form of roleplaying between adults in which an individual acts or treats another as if they were a different age. It involves consent from all parties."
Yeah, so I want to see one nation roleplaying as young girl or boy (not as a baby; meaning, no diapers please!) for another nation. They should wear cute clothes and act really childish, while the other nation looks after them. Make it fluffy^^ Smut is fine but not necessary. Bonus for comforting and cuddling :D
My preferred pairings would be FrUK, UKUS, Spamano, NorIce, Hungary/Poland, France/Romano, Belarus/anyone except Russia (don't get me wrong, I love Russia, I just don't like them together)
I don't care if it's het or slash, you can also use Nyotalia characters if you want to.
Yeah, so I want to see one nation roleplaying as young girl or boy (not as a baby; meaning, no diapers please!) for another nation. They should wear cute clothes and act really childish, while the other nation looks after them. Make it fluffy^^ Smut is fine but not necessary. Bonus for comforting and cuddling :D
My preferred pairings would be FrUK, UKUS, Spamano, NorIce, Hungary/Poland, France/Romano, Belarus/anyone except Russia (don't get me wrong, I love Russia, I just don't like them together)
I don't care if it's het or slash, you can also use Nyotalia characters if you want to.
I've never done this theme before, so I don't know if this is what you wanted. I'm really sorry for not being able to fit a pairing in here, OP, so I hope someone else fills this if this isn't what you intended. :(
"Allllfwed! Alfwed, Fwancis was mean to me again!"
Alfred smiled gently at the crying Arthur and patted him on the head. "Artie - Artie, calm down. What happened?"
Arthur sniffed, wiping at his nose with the sleeve of his schoolboy uniform. "Fwancis said dat I was stupid, and dat I didn't dress wight, and dat I did a bloody awful job of cooking."
"Artie! Francis may have been mean to you, but that's no excuse to use bad language," Alfred scolded.
Arthur ducked his head and flushed. "Y-yes, Alfwed. I'm vewy sowwy. P-Pwease don't wash my mouth out with soap..." Fresh tears threatened to spill out of his already reddened eyes.
Sighing, Alfred closed his eyes and shook his head. "All right, Artie, just this once. But only because you're this disraught." Clearing his throat, he raised his voice and called out. "Francis?"
With a giggle, golden-haired Francis tripped into the room, wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts. "Hiii, Alfred!"
"Don't "hi" me, young man," Alfred said sternly. "You know that you hurt Artie's feelings. What do you have to say for yourself."
"Dat he's a big stupid idiot and he dresses badly and I nearly throwed up all over de place when I ate de muffins he made me," Francis said, sticking out his tongue. Arthur scowled and punched him in the shoulder, whereupon Francis hit him back, and eventually Alfred had to force the two of them apart before they got into a full-fledged fistfight.
"Boys! I'm ashamed of both of you. If you don't behave, I'm going to give you both a spanking."
"Oh, really?" Francis tittered, adding a most un-childlike leer, and Alfred rapped him sharply over the head with his knuckles to remind him to stay in-character. He immediately sobered up and looked tearfully contrite. "Oh - oh, Alfwed, pwease, be nice to me."
"Well, you certainly haven't been nice," Alfred said, standing on tiptoes so he could look sternly down upon Francis. "It was very rude of you to say those mean things to Artie. Did you ever think about his feelings? Did you ever think what saying those awful things to him would do to how he felt about himself?"
"But he is a big stupid idiot, and he does dress badly," Francis pouted.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You think you're so much better than him because you're older, but your behavior proves you're just as much of a baby as he is, if not more so." Francis choked up, sniffling and scrunching up his face. "Now apologize to him, Francis."
"I'm so- I'm sow- Bwaaaaaa!" Francis burst into tears, rubbing his eyes with his fists and dissolving into complete incoherence. Alfred hugged him tightly.
"There, there, Francis. It will be all right."
"I don't hear an apology," Alfred heard Arthur muttering darkly.
"But Francis, you still owe..."
"All right," Francis said sullenly into Alfred's ear, and turned to Arthur. "I - I'm sowwy for calling you a big stupid idiot who dresses badly," he said in possibly the least sincere voice he could muster. Alfred inwardly sighed. Baby steps. At least it was an apology.
"See, Artie? He said sorry. Now, come here, and we can all make up together."
Arthur tottered over to them, and Alfred gathered him into a group hug. "Are we all happy with each other now?" he said, smiling at his two blotchy-faced wards. They nodded, though they looked at each other carefully out of the corner of their eyes. Baby steps, Alfred. Baby steps. "Is there anything else you would like to say to each other?"
Francis fidgeted, pouting, and shot Arthur a nervous look. "I, ah - I cawwed you aww those mean names because, er - because I -"
"Yes?" Alfred prompted gently.
"Because I wike you, you stupid-head." And he promptly broke free of Alfred's embrace, smacked Arthur on the head, and ran down the hallway as fast as his long legs would take him; a door slammed around the corner.
America stood back, blinking, and let go of England, who looked down the hallway with an indecipherable expression, then turned back to his "caretaker". "D'you think he meant it?" he asked with perfectly clear enunciation.
"Out of the scene, you mean? I don't know. It's hard to tell with France," America said, folding his arms and sighing.
They'd set up this arrangement a few months ago - him, playing the role of the mature adult, and France and England, playing the role of his two young wards. At the time, they figured that it would let him blow off some of his need to take charge, sparing the world from America The (Unsolicited) Hero (on a full-time basis, at least), and allow England and France time away from their responsibilities and their culturally obligated hostility. All right, so nothing could entirely take the venom out of their interactions, but at least he could spank them and tell them to kiss and make up.
To the relief of all three Nations, it had worked just as planned, with England and France taking the opportunity to unload their National issues onto the safe, protective scenarios of the ageplay. A policy gone awry became a botched homework assignment; a diplomatic conflict became an argument at school; a political controversy became an innocent discussion of something little Artie or Francis had heard on the telly, having nothing to do with either of the "children" themselves. And England and France's own clashes got played out in childish tiffs... like the one today.
For America's part, he had been allowed to comfort his "wards" and guide them through these imaginary scenarios without anyone questioning his qualifications or pointing to his own numerous mistakes over the years. For once, he'd gotten to be the wise, caring hero he'd always longed to be, swooping into the middle of any conflict and saving the day without a hitch.
As a result of the roleplay, both England and France had become calmer and more moderate in their public behavior, finally having a private release for all their stress and childish impulses, and America had stopped overcompensating for his insecurities with bossiness and obliviousness, which had apparently made dealing with him a lot more pleasant for the rest of the world. (Well, according to Canada, at least.) Everything had gone smoothly...
...until now.
Coming back to the present, he sighed and shook his head. "I suppose we can ask France when he gets back..."
"Hmph. Not as if I care." England shook his head, a faint reddish tint rising to his cheeks that had nothing to do with his recent outburst of tears. America, having gained enough social skills in the last few months to notice England's reaction for what it was, pinched his nose and shut his eyes. Looks like next time's going to be about handling the kids' first crushes...
I'd planned to put USUK in here, which is why US was the caretaker, but it didn't fit. Again, really sorry, and I hope you get a fill more along the lines of what you were probably thinking. OTL
"Allllfwed! Alfwed, Fwancis was mean to me again!"
Alfred smiled gently at the crying Arthur and patted him on the head. "Artie - Artie, calm down. What happened?"
Arthur sniffed, wiping at his nose with the sleeve of his schoolboy uniform. "Fwancis said dat I was stupid, and dat I didn't dress wight, and dat I did a bloody awful job of cooking."
"Artie! Francis may have been mean to you, but that's no excuse to use bad language," Alfred scolded.
Arthur ducked his head and flushed. "Y-yes, Alfwed. I'm vewy sowwy. P-Pwease don't wash my mouth out with soap..." Fresh tears threatened to spill out of his already reddened eyes.
Sighing, Alfred closed his eyes and shook his head. "All right, Artie, just this once. But only because you're this disraught." Clearing his throat, he raised his voice and called out. "Francis?"
With a giggle, golden-haired Francis tripped into the room, wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts. "Hiii, Alfred!"
"Don't "hi" me, young man," Alfred said sternly. "You know that you hurt Artie's feelings. What do you have to say for yourself."
"Dat he's a big stupid idiot and he dresses badly and I nearly throwed up all over de place when I ate de muffins he made me," Francis said, sticking out his tongue. Arthur scowled and punched him in the shoulder, whereupon Francis hit him back, and eventually Alfred had to force the two of them apart before they got into a full-fledged fistfight.
"Boys! I'm ashamed of both of you. If you don't behave, I'm going to give you both a spanking."
"Oh, really?" Francis tittered, adding a most un-childlike leer, and Alfred rapped him sharply over the head with his knuckles to remind him to stay in-character. He immediately sobered up and looked tearfully contrite. "Oh - oh, Alfwed, pwease, be nice to me."
"Well, you certainly haven't been nice," Alfred said, standing on tiptoes so he could look sternly down upon Francis. "It was very rude of you to say those mean things to Artie. Did you ever think about his feelings? Did you ever think what saying those awful things to him would do to how he felt about himself?"
"But he is a big stupid idiot, and he does dress badly," Francis pouted.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You think you're so much better than him because you're older, but your behavior proves you're just as much of a baby as he is, if not more so." Francis choked up, sniffling and scrunching up his face. "Now apologize to him, Francis."
"I'm so- I'm sow- Bwaaaaaa!" Francis burst into tears, rubbing his eyes with his fists and dissolving into complete incoherence. Alfred hugged him tightly.
"There, there, Francis. It will be all right."
"I don't hear an apology," Alfred heard Arthur muttering darkly.
"But Francis, you still owe..."
"All right," Francis said sullenly into Alfred's ear, and turned to Arthur. "I - I'm sowwy for calling you a big stupid idiot who dresses badly," he said in possibly the least sincere voice he could muster. Alfred inwardly sighed. Baby steps. At least it was an apology.
"See, Artie? He said sorry. Now, come here, and we can all make up together."
Arthur tottered over to them, and Alfred gathered him into a group hug. "Are we all happy with each other now?" he said, smiling at his two blotchy-faced wards. They nodded, though they looked at each other carefully out of the corner of their eyes. Baby steps, Alfred. Baby steps. "Is there anything else you would like to say to each other?"
Francis fidgeted, pouting, and shot Arthur a nervous look. "I, ah - I cawwed you aww those mean names because, er - because I -"
"Yes?" Alfred prompted gently.
"Because I wike you, you stupid-head." And he promptly broke free of Alfred's embrace, smacked Arthur on the head, and ran down the hallway as fast as his long legs would take him; a door slammed around the corner.
America stood back, blinking, and let go of England, who looked down the hallway with an indecipherable expression, then turned back to his "caretaker". "D'you think he meant it?" he asked with perfectly clear enunciation.
"Out of the scene, you mean? I don't know. It's hard to tell with France," America said, folding his arms and sighing.
They'd set up this arrangement a few months ago - him, playing the role of the mature adult, and France and England, playing the role of his two young wards. At the time, they figured that it would let him blow off some of his need to take charge, sparing the world from America The (Unsolicited) Hero (on a full-time basis, at least), and allow England and France time away from their responsibilities and their culturally obligated hostility. All right, so nothing could entirely take the venom out of their interactions, but at least he could spank them and tell them to kiss and make up.
To the relief of all three Nations, it had worked just as planned, with England and France taking the opportunity to unload their National issues onto the safe, protective scenarios of the ageplay. A policy gone awry became a botched homework assignment; a diplomatic conflict became an argument at school; a political controversy became an innocent discussion of something little Artie or Francis had heard on the telly, having nothing to do with either of the "children" themselves. And England and France's own clashes got played out in childish tiffs... like the one today.
For America's part, he had been allowed to comfort his "wards" and guide them through these imaginary scenarios without anyone questioning his qualifications or pointing to his own numerous mistakes over the years. For once, he'd gotten to be the wise, caring hero he'd always longed to be, swooping into the middle of any conflict and saving the day without a hitch.
As a result of the roleplay, both England and France had become calmer and more moderate in their public behavior, finally having a private release for all their stress and childish impulses, and America had stopped overcompensating for his insecurities with bossiness and obliviousness, which had apparently made dealing with him a lot more pleasant for the rest of the world. (Well, according to Canada, at least.) Everything had gone smoothly...
...until now.
Coming back to the present, he sighed and shook his head. "I suppose we can ask France when he gets back..."
"Hmph. Not as if I care." England shook his head, a faint reddish tint rising to his cheeks that had nothing to do with his recent outburst of tears. America, having gained enough social skills in the last few months to notice England's reaction for what it was, pinched his nose and shut his eyes. Looks like next time's going to be about handling the kids' first crushes...
I'd planned to put USUK in here, which is why US was the caretaker, but it didn't fit. Again, really sorry, and I hope you get a fill more along the lines of what you were probably thinking. OTL
Re: Apology (PG, painfully gen, US & UK & Fr, hinted UK/Fr)
(Anonymous) - 2013-12-02 07:33 (UTC) - ExpandOkay, I think the title is pretty much self-explanatory. I want to see any 2P!nation getting it on with their canon counterpart.
I would love to see Norway with a blindfold on and earplugs in, possibly in some kind of bondage as well, having to rely entirely on someone else to care for him.
Can be consensual or non-con. Maybe Norway just needs to let go, maybe someone's trying to break him... or something in between.
Bonus: Orgasm denial
Bonus: Norway completely undone, begging and such
Bonus: Afterward, Norway pretends it didn't happen
Can be consensual or non-con. Maybe Norway just needs to let go, maybe someone's trying to break him... or something in between.
Bonus: Orgasm denial
Bonus: Norway completely undone, begging and such
Bonus: Afterward, Norway pretends it didn't happen
Filled here with Germany/Norway
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/78769.html?thread=512761777#cmt512761777
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/78769.html?thread=512761777#cmt512761777
I don't know if this has been requested before, but I'd love to see a fill dealing with little fem!America wanting to play (American) football and little fem!Canada playing ice hockey. How do their dads feel about this? How do the other kids handle this? Are any of the coaches reluctant to have a little girl on the team? OP would prefer France & England staying male, but gender bending is okay too.
oh hai kink meme, requesting a version or crossover with the masterpiece that is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeVIom4_Sis
the more dramatic or weird is a big plus
the more dramatic or weird is a big plus
Watch this space! I'll be doing a Human AU - if that's not all right with you, I'll move it to Anything Goes instead, but totally filling this. WRRRRRY LISA WRRRRRRRY
Oh Hai, Ensemble [1/?] (intentional badfic, UK!Johnny, Fr!Lisa, Ita!Denny, etc.)
(Anonymous) - 2013-11-24 09:10 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Oh Hai, Ensemble [1/?] (intentional badfic, UK!Johnny, Fr!Lisa, Ita!Denny, etc.)
(Anonymous) - 2013-11-28 14:05 (UTC) - ExpandSomeone notices just how overlooked and Forgotten Canada seems to be at meetings and comes to the conclusion that Canada must be depressed because of this. Cue the nation deciding that they need to make Canada happy, and maybe enlist the help of others to make this happen.
Thing is, Canada isn't Depressed at all. In fact, he's pretty contented; sure his life could be better, but it could be so much worse too.
Pairings are not needed, but will be enjoyed all the same.
Canon genders please.
Bonus: Imaginations running wild create scenarios where Canada "snaps" in various ways.
Thing is, Canada isn't Depressed at all. In fact, he's pretty contented; sure his life could be better, but it could be so much worse too.
Pairings are not needed, but will be enjoyed all the same.
Canon genders please.
Bonus: Imaginations running wild create scenarios where Canada "snaps" in various ways.
Which Arthur is in the country illegal so he turns to his friend Alfred for green card marriage.
I was thinking about the movie title when I wrote the title, my bad. But yes though I am looking for friendship turn romance not just friendship
Any scenario is fine besides shota.
Would especially like Spain comforting him if possible.
Would especially like Spain comforting him if possible.
Human AU. All three of them are teenagers, Landonia and Sealand are step siblings and they both have a crush on Kuglemugle who they think is a girl. Cue them competing for Kugle's attention.
Bonus 1: It ends in a threesome with some shock (but no complaints) that Kugle is a boy.
Bonus 1: It ends in a threesome with some shock (but no complaints) that Kugle is a boy.
Specifically looking for hurt!Scotland and comforting!brothers.
So either Scotland gets hurt somehow or somebody hurts him, can be up to filler but OP is looking for physical hurt please with obvious emotional hurt during the comforting... ^^;
For most drama, maybe another nation hurts him, possibly in front of others and England is the one that actually takes the most offence to that and reacts. It's my head-canon that all the UK brothers can use magic, and that they are strongest together, so maybe something like that?
Whatever the filler would like but OP would like some simple UK bros showing Scotland that he actually IS loved despite what he thinks!
So either Scotland gets hurt somehow or somebody hurts him, can be up to filler but OP is looking for physical hurt please with obvious emotional hurt during the comforting... ^^;
For most drama, maybe another nation hurts him, possibly in front of others and England is the one that actually takes the most offence to that and reacts. It's my head-canon that all the UK brothers can use magic, and that they are strongest together, so maybe something like that?
Whatever the filler would like but OP would like some simple UK bros showing Scotland that he actually IS loved despite what he thinks!
This prompt will probably never get filled, but it's worth a shot.
For People who haven't read it: http://www.batoto.net/read/_/6/tower-of-god_v1_by_the-company
So if you couldn't tell, there's this Korean Webtoon called Tower of God that I am a manic fan of. At it's bare bones, it's basically a story about a boy climbing the tower- and it's rumored that when you get to the top of the Tower, everything you want is granted. (If you're reading: You might want to start getting ready for Moments of Awesome and various types of gambits- The whole story really is just plot twist after Chekhov's Gun after awesome characterization that leaves you wanting more after all the world building. And it doesn't stop.)
So my request: I want to see Hetalian Characters in the Tower, going up, trying to reach the top of that tower, backstabbing and betraying when necessary. (I don't mind Character death at all.) The series isn't finished, so nobody really knows what happens when you get to the top. You can choose to end it prematurely, so that you stay within what's revealed- or you can expand further and just go on over and beyond even if everything may get jossed later on.
Considering the nature of the request/tower, all OCs and variations of nations thereof(Bunny England as a certain red hooded information broker, perhaps?) are welcomed with open arms. (Except Nyotalia, I'm sorry.) And I suppose this will have to be a human(?) AU.
Bonus: Korea in it somehow. Because TOG totally originated in him.
Bonus #2: Tower Of God Characters get cameos/stay in the roles they were assigned at the start. (EX- Headon at the First Floor of the Tower, for example.)
Bonus #3: Unexpected nations are teamed together, if you're going with fusion and pitting every nation in there.
I'm honestly not sure if it's safe to request this, but eh, YOLO.
For People who haven't read it: http://www.batoto.net/read/_/6/tower-of-god_v1_by_the-company
So if you couldn't tell, there's this Korean Webtoon called Tower of God that I am a manic fan of. At it's bare bones, it's basically a story about a boy climbing the tower- and it's rumored that when you get to the top of the Tower, everything you want is granted. (If you're reading: You might want to start getting ready for Moments of Awesome and various types of gambits- The whole story really is just plot twist after Chekhov's Gun after awesome characterization that leaves you wanting more after all the world building. And it doesn't stop.)
So my request: I want to see Hetalian Characters in the Tower, going up, trying to reach the top of that tower, backstabbing and betraying when necessary. (I don't mind Character death at all.) The series isn't finished, so nobody really knows what happens when you get to the top. You can choose to end it prematurely, so that you stay within what's revealed- or you can expand further and just go on over and beyond even if everything may get jossed later on.
Considering the nature of the request/tower, all OCs and variations of nations thereof
Bonus: Korea in it somehow. Because TOG totally originated in him.
Bonus #2: Tower Of God Characters get cameos/stay in the roles they were assigned at the start. (EX- Headon at the First Floor of the Tower, for example.)
Bonus #3: Unexpected nations are teamed together, if you're going with fusion and pitting every nation in there.
I'm honestly not sure if it's safe to request this, but eh, YOLO.
Hey there, OP! I hope someone here knows that and fills it but I definitely promise that I'll take a look at ToG. If I like it I might fill this, but it'd take some time! So don't give up hope, just try to have some patience!
So the new digital age has opened, and guess what? MMORPGs aren't limited to keyboards and computer screens any more, and you can actually feel the wind, wear the armor, shoot the gun/fire the arrow/swing the sword yourself- Such is the development of Virtual Reality and now it has stretched to games.
America and Nation A, who knew each other in Cyberspace only via Avatars and chatscreens on the standard MMORPG, decide to try this new technology out. They purchase this Virtual Reality MMORPG but guess what?
They're trapped, along with everyone that came on for the game's premiere night. They can't log out. And to add to it, if your health bar reaches 0 in the game, you're dead in the real world. Only way out is to clear the game.
So I want America and Nation A meeting each other 'face to face' on this Virtual Reality after knowing only each other by Avatar name and voice/chat mannerisms, just to get trapped and trying to get out of the game using whatever means possible.
Bonus #1: They don't know it's each other in the VRMMORPG, and met by chance after they both decided to clear the game of their own accord.
Bonus #2: Asian Nations being badass in the background because reasons.
Bonus #3 Nation A is Canada, England, or Korea. But I do mean any.
Yes, I've been watching/reading Sword Art Online. I wouldn't mind if the game they were trapped in was SAO, actually.
America and Nation A, who knew each other in Cyberspace only via Avatars and chatscreens on the standard MMORPG, decide to try this new technology out. They purchase this Virtual Reality MMORPG but guess what?
They're trapped, along with everyone that came on for the game's premiere night. They can't log out. And to add to it, if your health bar reaches 0 in the game, you're dead in the real world. Only way out is to clear the game.
So I want America and Nation A meeting each other 'face to face' on this Virtual Reality after knowing only each other by Avatar name and voice/chat mannerisms, just to get trapped and trying to get out of the game using whatever means possible.
Bonus #1: They don't know it's each other in the VRMMORPG, and met by chance after they both decided to clear the game of their own accord.
Bonus #2: Asian Nations being badass in the background because reasons.
Bonus #3 Nation A is Canada, England, or Korea. But I do mean any.
Yes, I've been watching/reading Sword Art Online. I wouldn't mind if the game they were trapped in was SAO, actually.
...That they fall in love with each other/begin a relationship despite everything they're going through. And also maybe smut?
I would prefer Ukus or Rusame, but either is fine. Basically the happy couple is in a consensual, and pretty vanilla relationship until the partner talks about how they don't like Alfred constantly working out and trying to keep his six pack, so Alfred lets his partner feed him to get a nice belly.
Bonus points if Alfred's just a little cautious about feeding and such before starting.
Bonus points if Alfred's just a little cautious about feeding and such before starting.
I'd like to see Grandpa Rome interact with one of his craziest and possibly most misunderstood bosses and all the drama that went on around the man. Assassinations, strange art performances, the persecution of Christians and not to mention the fire.
Bonus - The more historical people like Suetonius and Agrippina involved the better
Bonus 2 - It's not all bad seeing how Nero worked with enriching the cultural life of the empire and was quite popular with the common people.
Bonus - The more historical people like Suetonius and Agrippina involved the better
Bonus 2 - It's not all bad seeing how Nero worked with enriching the cultural life of the empire and was quite popular with the common people.
Seconded! And I may have to try to write this; I just need to do some more research on Nero. Roman history is an interest of mine. I just hope my writing skills are enough to produce a good fill!
(And with a mother like Agrippina, it's no wonder that Nero was messed up.)
(And with a mother like Agrippina, it's no wonder that Nero was messed up.)
You've read it before: popular boy Arthur Kirkland is dared to date the unpopular, dorky, always-dressed-in-that-leather-jacket Allison F. Jones (or whatever name you'd like for fem!US). He does, but finds himself falling for her...
Here's the twist: Allison knew all along. But she went along with it anyway. Not because she liked Arthur, but because when he was bringing her out on dates, she had a chance to eat and get away from her highly dysfunctional, abusive, cruel family.
Bonus 1: Allison bonds with Arthur's baby brother Peter, because he's too little and cute to trigger her instinctive distrust of all adult males.
Bonus 2: Matthew as Allison's guilt-stricken cousin, who hadn't known about the abuse because they were no longer close.
Here's the twist: Allison knew all along. But she went along with it anyway. Not because she liked Arthur, but because when he was bringing her out on dates, she had a chance to eat and get away from her highly dysfunctional, abusive, cruel family.
Bonus 1: Allison bonds with Arthur's baby brother Peter, because he's too little and cute to trigger her instinctive distrust of all adult males.
Bonus 2: Matthew as Allison's guilt-stricken cousin, who hadn't known about the abuse because they were no longer close.
Greece and Japan having sex while wearing those naked waiter outfits.
Bonus: established relationship.
Bonus 2: it's hot, urgent sex.
Bonus 3: Japan very obviously likes it, and makes it known to Greece somehow, whether vocally or by returning the favor (or both)
Bonus: established relationship.
Bonus 2: it's hot, urgent sex.
Bonus 3: Japan very obviously likes it, and makes it known to Greece somehow, whether vocally or by returning the favor (or both)
Basically every fic out there is Sweden being in love/pining for Finland, which is understandable given canon. However, I'd like a sort of role reversal deal where it's Finland that's head over heels for Sweden, who is just sort of flustered by the attention and doesn't quite know what to do with himself.
I'd prefer if he doesn't really have those kind of feelings for Finland to begin with, but he develops them as time goes on. AUs are fine, and if smut happens bottom Sweden is this anons preference.
I'd prefer if he doesn't really have those kind of feelings for Finland to begin with, but he develops them as time goes on. AUs are fine, and if smut happens bottom Sweden is this anons preference.
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