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France/England - Nation!France was not what Arthur expected (Friendship or Romance)
(Anonymous) 2014-07-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur Kirkland has moved to France and is absolutely miserable. He doesn't necessarily dislike French culture but he's having a hard time fitting in, regardless of whether or not he's fluent in the language. Just when Arthur feels like he has reached his breaking point, he meets the personification of France himself... and feels even worse. Arthur always thought France would be a beautiful woman named Marianne but France looks nothing remotely to what he imagined! He is sorely disappointed and yet, France goes ahead and cares for him anyways.
Romance is okay but I prefer a platonic relationship. The personification of England can be his female counterpart but it should not be England himself.
Bonus:
1. National personifications depicted in editorial cartoons or propaganda don't actually exist but they can wield more influence than the Hetalia characters themselves.
2. Arthur couldn't return to England even if he wanted to.
3. France is there with Arthur until his death.
Romance is okay but I prefer a platonic relationship. The personification of England can be his female counterpart but it should not be England himself.
Bonus:
1. National personifications depicted in editorial cartoons or propaganda don't actually exist but they can wield more influence than the Hetalia characters themselves.
2. Arthur couldn't return to England even if he wanted to.
3. France is there with Arthur until his death.
(Alpha!Any)/Omega!England, omegaverse, bad experience with first heat
(Anonymous) 2014-07-15 07:08 am (UTC)(link)Arthur Kirkland, a young omega, unexpectedly falls into heat with no prior preparations. Turns out he's an early bloomer; he's going through puberty earlier than most omegas, and thus his heats have started earlier too.
I don't want any full out rape, only assault and/or attempted non-con. But it's still really traumatic, especially since Arthur's young enough that he doesn't really understand what's going on. He knows what heats are, but hasn't had The Talk so he doesn't know the details, so the experience of a heat itself is very new and frightening alone without the added stress.
I'd prefer it if the alpha involved was a canon character but it's not necessary.
Bonuses:
1) The alpha involved is not a stranger, but a friend or classmate of Arthur's, around the same age. He's young enough that he doesn't know how to properly control himself around an omega in heat as an older alpha can, and lets instinct take over; he's very aggressive, rough, and focuses on making the claim. Afterwards, with a clearer head, he regrets it immensely.
2) Arthur finds himself unable to properly strike back or struggle. It's omega instinct to just lie back and take it; even though he's terrified, he finds himself frozen. This continues increase the gray area on where the fault lies.
3) A lovely anon decides to take the multichap route and deals with the aftermath of all this.
I don't want any full out rape, only assault and/or attempted non-con. But it's still really traumatic, especially since Arthur's young enough that he doesn't really understand what's going on. He knows what heats are, but hasn't had The Talk so he doesn't know the details, so the experience of a heat itself is very new and frightening alone without the added stress.
I'd prefer it if the alpha involved was a canon character but it's not necessary.
Bonuses:
1) The alpha involved is not a stranger, but a friend or classmate of Arthur's, around the same age. He's young enough that he doesn't know how to properly control himself around an omega in heat as an older alpha can, and lets instinct take over; he's very aggressive, rough, and focuses on making the claim. Afterwards, with a clearer head, he regrets it immensely.
2) Arthur finds himself unable to properly strike back or struggle. It's omega instinct to just lie back and take it; even though he's terrified, he finds himself frozen. This continues increase the gray area on where the fault lies.
3) A lovely anon decides to take the multichap route and deals with the aftermath of all this.
Re: (Alpha!Any)/Omega!England, omegaverse, bad experience with first heat
(Anonymous) 2014-07-16 04:56 am (UTC)(link)I want to do this so, so badly, but I'm too busy with two other fills TTnTT I hope someone fills this for you! I'd love to when I'm finished with mine.
I'd just like a fic that explores the idea of sex on sovereign soil. Is it especially good for the home nation? Does it feel like surrender for either one? Do they have to seek out neutral ground or go to someone else's house in order to actually get laid?
Bonus: Modern times if possible.
Bonus: Modern times if possible.
This is a very interesting idea. I hope someone fills
Country A is trying to explain to village B why history is important to learn how to win.
The catch is country B is insist on making country A as angry as possible by teasing them the entire time.
Long story short "A meticulous analysis of history" by Animaniacts, hetalia style.
Bonus 1: It is either Germany/Italy, Canada/ America, England/ America, or America/England (If you watch the video, all of country A's idea's seems to be ripped strait from Americas idea book).
Bonus 2: If America, Canada or England is nation A, have them actually take over the world in the end.
Bonus 2.5: If you don't like the previous bonus, have nation B take over the world.
The catch is country B is insist on making country A as angry as possible by teasing them the entire time.
Long story short "A meticulous analysis of history" by Animaniacts, hetalia style.
Bonus 1: It is either Germany/Italy, Canada/ America, England/ America, or America/England (If you watch the video, all of country A's idea's seems to be ripped strait from Americas idea book).
Bonus 2: If America, Canada or England is nation A, have them actually take over the world in the end.
Bonus 2.5: If you don't like the previous bonus, have nation B take over the world.
(Thrid time posting, hopfully i got it right this time)
The real reason rance and England hate eachother because they have the same taste in pretty much anything but refuse to admit it.
And one of those things is their taste in partners.
Both France and England want to woo America (Mostly because they want to ruin the chances for the other).
They try almost everything ranging from Hollywood antics to French candlelight dinners, either the other sabotages it or America just doesn’t get it.
Also America is completely oblivious or misinterpreting their actions to everything that is happening while France and England keep trying to outdo each other.
A lot of reference to back when they were fighting for America the first time, and how he still acts like a child.
Keep it mostly funny and fluffy, but if you want to have some angst or a depressing back story at the end it is completely understandable.
A lot of reference to back when they were fighting for America the first time, and how he still acts like a child.
Bonus 1: Canada does notice what is going on and becomes really over protective.
Bonus 2: Either France or England enlist Hungary, Japan and Russia (take that as you will) to help them.
The real reason rance and England hate eachother because they have the same taste in pretty much anything but refuse to admit it.
And one of those things is their taste in partners.
Both France and England want to woo America (Mostly because they want to ruin the chances for the other).
They try almost everything ranging from Hollywood antics to French candlelight dinners, either the other sabotages it or America just doesn’t get it.
Also America is completely oblivious or misinterpreting their actions to everything that is happening while France and England keep trying to outdo each other.
A lot of reference to back when they were fighting for America the first time, and how he still acts like a child.
Keep it mostly funny and fluffy, but if you want to have some angst or a depressing back story at the end it is completely understandable.
A lot of reference to back when they were fighting for America the first time, and how he still acts like a child.
Bonus 1: Canada does notice what is going on and becomes really over protective.
Bonus 2: Either France or England enlist Hungary, Japan and Russia (take that as you will) to help them.
Same potential filler here! Are you okay with a side England/Russia pairing and America ends up with nobody?
The English fans at the Germany/France match were hilarious. Can't help loving them. So, I want something with these two watching football (preferably World Cup) matches together. They are having a grand time together and if they are watching World Cup 2014, England enjoys watching with Germany very much that he doesn't even care too much that he's team was eliminated so early.
Bonus: Arthur mentioned "Football is a game that 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end the Germans win" somewhere along the road. As a joke of course.
Bonus: Arthur mentioned "Football is a game that 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end the Germans win" somewhere along the road. As a joke of course.
This sound interesting, I'm thinking of filling, but can I get an idea of what the English fans were doing at that match, as I didn't watch it/didn't notice the fans in the replays.
Also do you prefer country names or human names, seeing as you used both?
Also do you prefer country names or human names, seeing as you used both?
Romania is a vampire, and Bulgaria is the one who loves him. They lead fairly ordinary lives, with Romania staying wrapped up during the day to protect him from the sun, and Bulgaria putting up with his night owl tendencies. Forgive the Twilight stuff, but Romania lives on animal blood.
One day, however, he is discovered as a vampire by the rest of the people, and they either leave him naked in the sun or stake him-- only he doesn't die immediately after he's been mortally hurt. Bulgaria does his best to save him, but it's no good-- they only have those last moments.
Please make it dramatic and sad, but evident that they loved each other.
One day, however, he is discovered as a vampire by the rest of the people, and they either leave him naked in the sun or stake him-- only he doesn't die immediately after he's been mortally hurt. Bulgaria does his best to save him, but it's no good-- they only have those last moments.
Please make it dramatic and sad, but evident that they loved each other.
I've noticed on this kinkmeme, cannon, and pretty much everywhere else people tend to treat America's 'hero complex' as a joke and purposely make him a bumbling idiot that screws everything else.
But the truth is, as many mistakes that Americans have made, all in all we do tend to be good.
I want to see America being just a good person in general, helping people for no reason and not expecting anything in return.
I don't mean you have to have a Mary-sue who can do no wrong, i have no problem with him making a few mistakes, but make his pros out way his cons.
All in all, I just want to see America actually be the hero who fixes a problem instead of creating one.
Bonus 1: Somewhere also have Prussia and America talking about why each other is either the Hero or awesome and coming up with great examples.
Bonus 2: America is also extremely helpful to a nation you wouldn't expect like Russia, and therefore said nation is extremely confused and worry that America is playing some sort of mind game.
But the truth is, as many mistakes that Americans have made, all in all we do tend to be good.
I want to see America being just a good person in general, helping people for no reason and not expecting anything in return.
I don't mean you have to have a Mary-sue who can do no wrong, i have no problem with him making a few mistakes, but make his pros out way his cons.
All in all, I just want to see America actually be the hero who fixes a problem instead of creating one.
Bonus 1: Somewhere also have Prussia and America talking about why each other is either the Hero or awesome and coming up with great examples.
Bonus 2: America is also extremely helpful to a nation you wouldn't expect like Russia, and therefore said nation is extremely confused and worry that America is playing some sort of mind game.
This could be a lot of fun. Seconded!
Fem!England is a mage who has decided to summon the strongest kind of familiar she can get. Maybe she needs to survive a lethal conflict, she wants to push her limits of summoning or she just wants to boast for another mage.
Turns out the familiar she summoned, while powerful, is lazy and disobedient and they don't get along at all!
I'd like to see the two of them eventually work out their differences, even if it might take a very long time. I'd prefer friendship over romance and it's fine to pair up either characters with others.
Bonus 1: Prussia ends up contracting with another, much weaker mage for some time but eventually returns to Fem!England.
Bonus 2: FrUK somehow, somewhere.
Bonus 3: Fem!Canada and Fem!America somehow, somewhere.
Turns out the familiar she summoned, while powerful, is lazy and disobedient and they don't get along at all!
I'd like to see the two of them eventually work out their differences, even if it might take a very long time. I'd prefer friendship over romance and it's fine to pair up either characters with others.
Bonus 1: Prussia ends up contracting with another, much weaker mage for some time but eventually returns to Fem!England.
Bonus 2: FrUK somehow, somewhere.
Bonus 3: Fem!Canada and Fem!America somehow, somewhere.
Seconded! Especially the FrUK bit^^
So I really, really, really, really, need to see a disney frozen story. With America as Anna and Canada as Elsa and England as Kristoff. The rest I don't care. I just need this story in my life!!
Bonus: Flying mint bunny
Bonus: Russia is Olaf
Bonus: Flying mint bunny
Bonus: Russia is Olaf
Second!!!
When I read it, I pictured The North Americans, in dresses...
When I read it, I pictured The North Americans, in dresses...
So anon pictures Fem!America as being very tall, like almost six feet tall! Towering above most guys and very lanky and long-limbed. However, she's very insecure about this since practically every dating prospect she's ever had has thought she was hot, but didn't like how tall she was and how she looks like anything but a delicate flower. Not to mention how insecure she is about her weight. She almost feels like she isn't very feminine at all.
England, on the other hand, is almost a foot shorter than she is, has heard the comments about his hair and eyebrows and fashion sense. Not to mention he feels so old lately and thinks it shows in his face. He's covered in scars from all the battles he's fought in while America barely has any, he's so awkward as a person, what the hell does she even see in him?
Somehow they managed to get together despite their own insecurities and have been in a relationship for a while. Except they haven't consummated it for fear of the other party not finding them attractive when they try to take it a step further or wanting to back out afterwards. I want the fic to be about them finally deciding to try consummating, being horribly insecure about it, and both of them finally coming clean with their fears when they both get hesitant about undressing.
I want nationverse, not a human AU, and for the responder to really make it clear how awkward they are about their bodies and the physical side of the relationship.
Bonus 1: First round of sex is clothed and missionary mainly because it makes America feel like she isn't quite so much taller than England and they want to be able to look each other in the face, but they're still insecure about the other seeing their body. They then experiment with other positions and undress properly afterwards.
Bonus 2: Worship and praise of the things their partner is insecure about. IE: England worshipping America's height and lankiness and any legitimate weight she has depending on if OP writes her as full figured or not. America reminding England that despite him being over a thousand years old, his body is twenty-three and while those eyebrows are weird they look good on him.
England, on the other hand, is almost a foot shorter than she is, has heard the comments about his hair and eyebrows and fashion sense. Not to mention he feels so old lately and thinks it shows in his face. He's covered in scars from all the battles he's fought in while America barely has any, he's so awkward as a person, what the hell does she even see in him?
Somehow they managed to get together despite their own insecurities and have been in a relationship for a while. Except they haven't consummated it for fear of the other party not finding them attractive when they try to take it a step further or wanting to back out afterwards. I want the fic to be about them finally deciding to try consummating, being horribly insecure about it, and both of them finally coming clean with their fears when they both get hesitant about undressing.
I want nationverse, not a human AU, and for the responder to really make it clear how awkward they are about their bodies and the physical side of the relationship.
Bonus 1: First round of sex is clothed and missionary mainly because it makes America feel like she isn't quite so much taller than England and they want to be able to look each other in the face, but they're still insecure about the other seeing their body. They then experiment with other positions and undress properly afterwards.
Bonus 2: Worship and praise of the things their partner is insecure about. IE: England worshipping America's height and lankiness and any legitimate weight she has depending on if OP writes her as full figured or not. America reminding England that despite him being over a thousand years old, his body is twenty-three and while those eyebrows are weird they look good on him.
Francis and Toni try something new--Francis decides to be a bit more dominate, not being too rough, mostly just deciding what to do and where to put his hands (among other things). Spain is fine with that at first but later, he starts feeling uncomfortable, and why did Francis want to try this out anyways, was it not good enough normally? And Spain finds that he doesn't like feeling controlled and he's feeling trapped now more than anything.
Finally he gets out a few words to end this scene, but the damage has been done.
Cue some comfort and maybe a talk about why the word no is really important and why Toni should use it any time he feels uncomfortable during sex.
Bonus: further explanation as to why Toni disliked that kink in particular
(I'm fine with characters being reversed in this, too!)
Finally he gets out a few words to end this scene, but the damage has been done.
Cue some comfort and maybe a talk about why the word no is really important and why Toni should use it any time he feels uncomfortable during sex.
Bonus: further explanation as to why Toni disliked that kink in particular
(I'm fine with characters being reversed in this, too!)
Exactly what it says on the tin, with emphasis on the shamelessly part.
No angst or drama, please, just England knowing and owning that he loves a dick in his ass. In this case America's.
Bonus: England also loving when America's strength is in play.
No angst or drama, please, just England knowing and owning that he loves a dick in his ass. In this case America's.
Bonus: England also loving when America's strength is in play.
Yes, please!
Based on this article: http://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/world-cup-2014/expert-norwegian-guide-how-pick-3669175
Norway loves soccer/football but has to follow some other nation's team. To create the connection, he sluts it up with whomever he's fanning. After they're out, he dumps his World Cup boy/girlfriend. For the fic, pretend the other has no other ship to be interfered with. Year doesn't matter.
Bonus: Denmark's team doesn't qualify, so Denmark ends up ubiquitously in the background, disapproving all Norway's relationships.
Norway loves soccer/football but has to follow some other nation's team. To create the connection, he sluts it up with whomever he's fanning. After they're out, he dumps his World Cup boy/girlfriend. For the fic, pretend the other has no other ship to be interfered with. Year doesn't matter.
Bonus: Denmark's team doesn't qualify, so Denmark ends up ubiquitously in the background, disapproving all Norway's relationships.
omg. YES PLEASE.
I hope someone fills this. :D
I hope someone fills this. :D
I would LOVE a story where someone stumbles over some countries gossiping about other nations based on whatever factor might be attractive to that nation, and rating them as potential lovers. Nation A arrives just after they give America a low rating for the stereotypical reasons (selfish, self-centered, distracted, overconfident without reason, insensitive, unobservant, etc) and corrects them.
Bonus 1: Then he tells them off for being dickheads in general because a nation's stereotypes don't actually define them.
Bonus 2: It would be great if Nation A is someone less expected, ie Lithuania, Hawaii, etc. (Surprise me! What makes anon happy?)
Bonus 3: Sex-positive.
Bonus 1: Then he tells them off for being dickheads in general because a nation's stereotypes don't actually define them.
Bonus 2: It would be great if Nation A is someone less expected, ie Lithuania, Hawaii, etc. (Surprise me! What makes anon happy?)
Bonus 3: Sex-positive.
Except in Hetalia, the stereotypes kinda do define them.
So I saw this cute thing on Tumblr where a human boyfriend was wearing silver jewelry (tongue stud, lip ring, that kinda stuff) to get back at his vampire boyfriend, and I'd love to see more vampire/human stuff. Anything from slice of life cuteness to angst and drama.
Hi OP, I thought that post on Tumblr was cute too and it inspired me to write this until five in the morning. I hope you like FrUK!
The moment he catches sight of the glinting silver adorning his lover's face, Francis realises their argument is not as resolved as he'd thought.
"Arthur?" he tries, in his most pleading voice.
His human stirs his tea, slowly, bracelet clinking against the cup. "Francis," he says, tone and expression utterly neutral.
A flare of panic shoots through Francis and he has to remind himself that he is a vampire, a thousand year old vampire and he should not be scared of his twenty three year old boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend is littered in silver and acting suspiciously calm.
Francis gathers his bravery and crosses the distance in a smooth glide. "You're mad at me," he says, as if it isn't already obvious to the two of them. Honestly though he cannot think of a better way to approach the subject when Arthur is in such a mood.
Arthur only raises one pierced eyebrow in response.
Francis huffs. "Is this about Angeliqué? You are being ridiculous Arthur; how can you possibly still be mad about that?"
Arthur sips his tea and this time it is the lip ring that clinks against the cup. He says nothing but eyes Francis the whole time. Francis doesn't know whether to leave Arthur to stew in his anger or drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. Either way he wants to rip out his own hair (but of course he will not because Francis does not shell out nearly one hundred pounds a month to destroy his own precious locks).
He settles for an apology in the end, hoping it is the likest way to rid his human of silver, and if luck should have it, clothes. "Mon amour," Francis purrs and slinks closer to Arthur.
"Don't 'mon amour' me," Arthur says and some of the anger he's doing his best to cover slips into the sentence. Francis thinks this is a good sign. Angry, even furious Arthur he knows how to handle. It is the quietly seething and plotting Arthur that Francis struggles with.
"I'm sorry," Francis says in the most humble manner a centuries old, ever so slightly narcissistic and arrogant vampire can manage. "I never meant to upset you." Which is true, at least this time around. He has, in the past, been known to purposely enrage or hurt Arthur, though it is not as if Arthur hasn't done the same back.
"I'm not upset," Arthur says, too lightly, too casually. He drinks more of his tea and wanders from the kitchen.
Francis debates leaving him be but decides this argument should be nipped in the bud before Arthur can paint himself in silver tattoos.
Francis does not glide this time but stomps after his lover. "How can you be mad about Angeliqué?" he yells before he has reached the living room. "I was helping her – anyone else would see that."
Arthur whirls around and tea splashes on the floor and furniture. Francis hides his glee at seeing Arthur's mask crack.
"You let her drink from you!" Arthur snarls, all pretence of calm gone.
"She was injured-"
"-she twisted her ankle-"
"-she sprained it and was in pain-"
"-she could have held on five minutes-"
"-I could never be so cruel-"
"-oh shut up!" Arthur shouts. "You just wanted to give her your blood!"
"I was doing a favour for a friend! You're the one who is acting unreasonable."
Arthur strides forward and catches Francis' shirt in his fist. His rings rub against the material and Francis is thankful that he'd chosen to dress before greeting his lover.
"You let her drink from you," he snarls and his grip tightens. "From your vein."
Francis smiles softly and tells Arthur he is jealous. His words are tinged, perhaps unwisely, with a hint of smugness.
"I'm pissed," Arthur says and it shows in his narrowed eyes and taut stance but all Francis truly notices is Arthur's heat burning into his own cool body and how delicious his human looks with the studs and rings and oh god the things he could do with that bar in his tongue-
"Francis."
He blinks. And a half second later realises his fangs are extended and his body thrums with the need for Arthur, for his touch, his blood.
"You fucking twat," Arthur says and releases his hold on Francis' expensive shirt and puts distance between the two of them. "I should rescind your invitation to my house."
It's technically their house, though Arthur has control over the vampires that are allowed entry – including himself – despite both their names on the lease.
Francis withdraws his fangs and calms the part of himself lusting after his human. He used to think the passion would fizzle out, that Arthur would be another blip in his love life, but after five years he craves Arthur with all of his being, sometimes so strongly that he feels flames dance on his skin and he knows Arthur will consume him from the inside out. Even at moments when he finds his lover in passive-aggressive piercings,
"I love you," he says, out of the blue he knows but at that moment he is stuck by overwhelming paralytic emotion. He says it in English too because he says 'Je t'aime' to his progeny, his friends, (maybe his reflection once or twice) but 'I love you' is reserved for Arthur and Arthur alone.
Of course Arthur sticks up his nose at the declaration and continues with his attack. "And Angeliqué?"
Francis sighs. "I do not nor have I ever loved Angeliqué. I simply gave her my blood because she hurt her leg and I was acting as a gentleman. That is all."
"From the vein."
How is this argument still ongoing? Francis was sure they'd settled it before he'd retired to his coffin at dawn.
"We were at a club, what was I to do?"
"You give it to her in a glass, like you've always done with our friends."
"The queue to the bar was too long."
"Then you wait."
"And leave her in pain?"
Arthur turns away and for a foolish moment Francis thinks he won. When he looks back Arthur is tonguing the lip ring and Francis' fangs threaten to make a reappearance.
"So..." Arthur says slowly and Francis knows he going to hate whatever he next says. "I suppose that if Kiku or Alfred needed blood then I should offer mine to them?"
Francis isn't an idiot and he knows where Arthur is going with this. But he also wants to win this foolish argument. "If one of your friends needs blood than of course you should give it to them. It would be cruel not to."
"And," Arthur steps closer, "if the bar was crowded it would be alright to let them drink from me?"
Molten rage courses through Francis at the thought of another vampire touching Arthur, putting their lips on him and draining his blood. It is all he can to stop from launching himself on his lover and smothering him in Francis' scent and mouthing marks on his skin that will deter any other vampires that glance his way.
Francis forces a shrug. "It would be cruel of me to forbid it."
Arthur moves forward again with cat like stealth. His eyes glow green and his tongue licks at his lips and the ring. Francis follows the movement and his hands itch to touch Arthur somewhere, anywhere.
"And you wouldn't mind if Kiku drank from my neck?" he asks and tilts his head to bare his throat and Francis' own bite upon it. The bite is far from fading but Francis wants desperately, painfully, to sink his teeth into the pale skin and leave it red and raw and marked as belonging to him.
"Or if I gave Alfred my wrist?" The bracelets jangle as he shifts his arm. His wrist is nearly unblemished, the mark almost gone.
Arthur hadn't let him drink from his wrist at all in the beginning, complaining that it was too visible or too itchy under the cuffs he wore at the time. It wasn't until their relationship had stumbled from casual sex into boyfriend territory that Arthur had shyly offered his wrist while they laid under the stars following a rather deep conversation. Francis had curled into Arthur's chest and stroked his wrist, presenting a kiss to the pale skin before driving his fangs in. As he drank Arthur had spooned him, stroking his hair and nuzzling his neck. The affair had been lovingly intimate and romantic. It was also the first time Francis had wanted to tell Arthur those three little words, though he'd held them in for he hadn't been sure his feelings would be returned.
Francis looks away but he doesn't think he is quite hitting the level of disinterest he is aiming for. "If..." He swallows. "If he... had to then I would be... fine with that."
"What if," and Arthur steps close enough that their clothes brush and Arthur's breath is warm on his skin, "I let them drink from my thigh?"
Francis turns to Arthur with his inhuman speed. "No," he growls, because no, that is not happening, no one but him will ever be between Arthur's legs, trailing fingers down the inside of his thighs, leaving kisses and bruises and a scent other than his own. Francis would rip them to shreds, he didn't care if it was Kiku or Alfred or even Antonio or Gilbert. Arthur was his.
But Francis remembers himself. He clears his throat and forces his canines away. "Why would anyone need to drink from your thigh? Why would that be an option?"
Arthur twists the studs in his ears. "I don't know. I'm just checking if you would be alright with it."
Francis knows it will not happen and thus is free to give his approval, though a part of himself still screams no. "If it would help your friend then I give you my blessing." Francis thinks he's won their argument and that Arthur will have to drop the subject of Angeliqué and take out the piercings, though he expects Arthur will blow up his face or sulk before giving into hate sex (hopefully) or make up sex (almost as good).
But Arthur only nibbles at the lip ring before nodding. "Ok," he says, and wanders from the room.
The moment he catches sight of the glinting silver adorning his lover's face, Francis realises their argument is not as resolved as he'd thought.
"Arthur?" he tries, in his most pleading voice.
His human stirs his tea, slowly, bracelet clinking against the cup. "Francis," he says, tone and expression utterly neutral.
A flare of panic shoots through Francis and he has to remind himself that he is a vampire, a thousand year old vampire and he should not be scared of his twenty three year old boyfriend. Even if said boyfriend is littered in silver and acting suspiciously calm.
Francis gathers his bravery and crosses the distance in a smooth glide. "You're mad at me," he says, as if it isn't already obvious to the two of them. Honestly though he cannot think of a better way to approach the subject when Arthur is in such a mood.
Arthur only raises one pierced eyebrow in response.
Francis huffs. "Is this about Angeliqué? You are being ridiculous Arthur; how can you possibly still be mad about that?"
Arthur sips his tea and this time it is the lip ring that clinks against the cup. He says nothing but eyes Francis the whole time. Francis doesn't know whether to leave Arthur to stew in his anger or drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. Either way he wants to rip out his own hair (but of course he will not because Francis does not shell out nearly one hundred pounds a month to destroy his own precious locks).
He settles for an apology in the end, hoping it is the likest way to rid his human of silver, and if luck should have it, clothes. "Mon amour," Francis purrs and slinks closer to Arthur.
"Don't 'mon amour' me," Arthur says and some of the anger he's doing his best to cover slips into the sentence. Francis thinks this is a good sign. Angry, even furious Arthur he knows how to handle. It is the quietly seething and plotting Arthur that Francis struggles with.
"I'm sorry," Francis says in the most humble manner a centuries old, ever so slightly narcissistic and arrogant vampire can manage. "I never meant to upset you." Which is true, at least this time around. He has, in the past, been known to purposely enrage or hurt Arthur, though it is not as if Arthur hasn't done the same back.
"I'm not upset," Arthur says, too lightly, too casually. He drinks more of his tea and wanders from the kitchen.
Francis debates leaving him be but decides this argument should be nipped in the bud before Arthur can paint himself in silver tattoos.
Francis does not glide this time but stomps after his lover. "How can you be mad about Angeliqué?" he yells before he has reached the living room. "I was helping her – anyone else would see that."
Arthur whirls around and tea splashes on the floor and furniture. Francis hides his glee at seeing Arthur's mask crack.
"You let her drink from you!" Arthur snarls, all pretence of calm gone.
"She was injured-"
"-she twisted her ankle-"
"-she sprained it and was in pain-"
"-she could have held on five minutes-"
"-I could never be so cruel-"
"-oh shut up!" Arthur shouts. "You just wanted to give her your blood!"
"I was doing a favour for a friend! You're the one who is acting unreasonable."
Arthur strides forward and catches Francis' shirt in his fist. His rings rub against the material and Francis is thankful that he'd chosen to dress before greeting his lover.
"You let her drink from you," he snarls and his grip tightens. "From your vein."
Francis smiles softly and tells Arthur he is jealous. His words are tinged, perhaps unwisely, with a hint of smugness.
"I'm pissed," Arthur says and it shows in his narrowed eyes and taut stance but all Francis truly notices is Arthur's heat burning into his own cool body and how delicious his human looks with the studs and rings and oh god the things he could do with that bar in his tongue-
"Francis."
He blinks. And a half second later realises his fangs are extended and his body thrums with the need for Arthur, for his touch, his blood.
"You fucking twat," Arthur says and releases his hold on Francis' expensive shirt and puts distance between the two of them. "I should rescind your invitation to my house."
It's technically their house, though Arthur has control over the vampires that are allowed entry – including himself – despite both their names on the lease.
Francis withdraws his fangs and calms the part of himself lusting after his human. He used to think the passion would fizzle out, that Arthur would be another blip in his love life, but after five years he craves Arthur with all of his being, sometimes so strongly that he feels flames dance on his skin and he knows Arthur will consume him from the inside out. Even at moments when he finds his lover in passive-aggressive piercings,
"I love you," he says, out of the blue he knows but at that moment he is stuck by overwhelming paralytic emotion. He says it in English too because he says 'Je t'aime' to his progeny, his friends, (maybe his reflection once or twice) but 'I love you' is reserved for Arthur and Arthur alone.
Of course Arthur sticks up his nose at the declaration and continues with his attack. "And Angeliqué?"
Francis sighs. "I do not nor have I ever loved Angeliqué. I simply gave her my blood because she hurt her leg and I was acting as a gentleman. That is all."
"From the vein."
How is this argument still ongoing? Francis was sure they'd settled it before he'd retired to his coffin at dawn.
"We were at a club, what was I to do?"
"You give it to her in a glass, like you've always done with our friends."
"The queue to the bar was too long."
"Then you wait."
"And leave her in pain?"
Arthur turns away and for a foolish moment Francis thinks he won. When he looks back Arthur is tonguing the lip ring and Francis' fangs threaten to make a reappearance.
"So..." Arthur says slowly and Francis knows he going to hate whatever he next says. "I suppose that if Kiku or Alfred needed blood then I should offer mine to them?"
Francis isn't an idiot and he knows where Arthur is going with this. But he also wants to win this foolish argument. "If one of your friends needs blood than of course you should give it to them. It would be cruel not to."
"And," Arthur steps closer, "if the bar was crowded it would be alright to let them drink from me?"
Molten rage courses through Francis at the thought of another vampire touching Arthur, putting their lips on him and draining his blood. It is all he can to stop from launching himself on his lover and smothering him in Francis' scent and mouthing marks on his skin that will deter any other vampires that glance his way.
Francis forces a shrug. "It would be cruel of me to forbid it."
Arthur moves forward again with cat like stealth. His eyes glow green and his tongue licks at his lips and the ring. Francis follows the movement and his hands itch to touch Arthur somewhere, anywhere.
"And you wouldn't mind if Kiku drank from my neck?" he asks and tilts his head to bare his throat and Francis' own bite upon it. The bite is far from fading but Francis wants desperately, painfully, to sink his teeth into the pale skin and leave it red and raw and marked as belonging to him.
"Or if I gave Alfred my wrist?" The bracelets jangle as he shifts his arm. His wrist is nearly unblemished, the mark almost gone.
Arthur hadn't let him drink from his wrist at all in the beginning, complaining that it was too visible or too itchy under the cuffs he wore at the time. It wasn't until their relationship had stumbled from casual sex into boyfriend territory that Arthur had shyly offered his wrist while they laid under the stars following a rather deep conversation. Francis had curled into Arthur's chest and stroked his wrist, presenting a kiss to the pale skin before driving his fangs in. As he drank Arthur had spooned him, stroking his hair and nuzzling his neck. The affair had been lovingly intimate and romantic. It was also the first time Francis had wanted to tell Arthur those three little words, though he'd held them in for he hadn't been sure his feelings would be returned.
Francis looks away but he doesn't think he is quite hitting the level of disinterest he is aiming for. "If..." He swallows. "If he... had to then I would be... fine with that."
"What if," and Arthur steps close enough that their clothes brush and Arthur's breath is warm on his skin, "I let them drink from my thigh?"
Francis turns to Arthur with his inhuman speed. "No," he growls, because no, that is not happening, no one but him will ever be between Arthur's legs, trailing fingers down the inside of his thighs, leaving kisses and bruises and a scent other than his own. Francis would rip them to shreds, he didn't care if it was Kiku or Alfred or even Antonio or Gilbert. Arthur was his.
But Francis remembers himself. He clears his throat and forces his canines away. "Why would anyone need to drink from your thigh? Why would that be an option?"
Arthur twists the studs in his ears. "I don't know. I'm just checking if you would be alright with it."
Francis knows it will not happen and thus is free to give his approval, though a part of himself still screams no. "If it would help your friend then I give you my blessing." Francis thinks he's won their argument and that Arthur will have to drop the subject of Angeliqué and take out the piercings, though he expects Arthur will blow up his face or sulk before giving into hate sex (hopefully) or make up sex (almost as good).
But Arthur only nibbles at the lip ring before nodding. "Ok," he says, and wanders from the room.
Hetalia version of the recent state dinner for the French president. I prefer France have a parental relationship here, and America is expecting him to be critical.
Bonus: Mention of the first time America had France over for dinner.
"A number of Bostonians even attempted to cook French cuisine for their French allies, sometimes with comedic results when entire frogs were put into soups rather than just their legs." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuisine_of_the_Thirteen_Colonies
Bonus: Mention of the first time America had France over for dinner.
"A number of Bostonians even attempted to cook French cuisine for their French allies, sometimes with comedic results when entire frogs were put into soups rather than just their legs." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuisine_of_the_Thirteen_Colonies
'Schland' is short for Deutschland. It is used similarly to 'Murica' (for America). Over the top patriotism intended to be silly.
http://proll.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/schland-2/
http://www.reddit.com/r/SCHLAND/
I just want to see the German brothers trying it on. ;)
http://proll.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/schland-2/
http://www.reddit.com/r/SCHLAND/
I just want to see the German brothers trying it on. ;)
So when Nation A (an adult nation) is given a young child as a slave (reasons up to anon), they find themselves unsure what to do with him/her. Whether it's because they're used to capable adults or because children aren't usually slaves or they didn't have any slaves previously or whatever is up to anon.
I would love to see them deal with being responsible for the child, and deal with the way the rest of society treats the child like they're not a person/they don't deserve to be a child (like have fun and make mistakes).
Child nation can be any nation that's canonically a child, up to Iceland, Monaco, and Liechtenstein and down to Moldova and Ladonia.
Bonus 1: the child still sucks his/her thumb (only if very young) and it's advised that they beat the nasty habit out of them.
Bonus 2: The child is not used to being a slave
Bonus 3: The child is all too used to being a slave, which disturbs Nation A.
I would love to see them deal with being responsible for the child, and deal with the way the rest of society treats the child like they're not a person/they don't deserve to be a child (like have fun and make mistakes).
Child nation can be any nation that's canonically a child, up to Iceland, Monaco, and Liechtenstein and down to Moldova and Ladonia.
Bonus 1: the child still sucks his/her thumb (only if very young) and it's advised that they beat the nasty habit out of them.
Bonus 2: The child is not used to being a slave
Bonus 3: The child is all too used to being a slave, which disturbs Nation A.
Francis watched as the small child was brought before him, wearing a tattered coat and what appeared to be no pants.
"His name is Nicolae," Arthur said, adding, "At least, I think it is. That's what his brother was shouting when we took him away. But there must be some punishment for rebellion, mustn't there be?"
"I don't understand," Francis said, eyeing the child. Nicolae stared at him, then put his thumb in his mouth, using the other hand to grip his ear.
"He's sorely in need of training, but he's yours. Consider him some of your payment for your help; I'm sure he'll grow up to be a strapping lad," Arthur replied, and he turned to leave.
Francis didn't protest. He'd known for a long time that working with the English man would lead to certain... acquisitions, from the beautiful virgins of the untamed East to the gold they hoarded in their halls. But he'd never expected a child to be his to command.
"Oh, and Francis? You're going to want to start with that accursed thumb-sucking. A few swipes with a rod ought to fix that, hm?" And Arthur was gone, leaving him alone with the child.
Nicolae was watching him with surprisingly innocent brown eyes. He sucked his thumb all the harder as Francis walked up to him.
The boy was horribly out of place. The hall was bedecked with the art of the East, from icons to portraits to a massive picture of the Magi. The ceiling was sculpted, looking like flowers and fleur de lis all over it. A large chair sat at the end of the hall, Francis's sort-of throne; he was no king, merely the leader of a province, but he still commanded authority.
Meanwhile, the boy wasn't even wearing pants. His scabbed knees were proof enough of that.
Francis sighed. He had servants, but he didn't typically take slaves. In any case, best to get the boy acclimated. "Nicolae, you must change out of those clothes. Please take them off that they may be burnt."
Nicolae stared at him. He scratched at his calf with his foot, still sucking with some noise on his thumb.
Grand, Francis realized: he didn't speak a lick of French. He wanted to shake his head, to call Arthur back and tell him to take the boy; however, instead he knelt down and began unbuttoning the coat.
"MMMM!" Nicolae said in alarm, immediately pulling back, but still not willing to take his thumb out of his mouth.
"You must be clean to live here, and that coat is anything but," Francis said, pulling him back. Some of the buttons fell off as soon as he touched them.
"Nu! Nu!" Nicolae whimpered, finally talking around his thumb. He shoved the hand held up against his ear in Francis's face, surely getting his filth all over his face.
Francis sighed again, but gently put down Nicolae's hand and continued opening up the coat. He was rather startled when all he found was a naked body; no underclothes or anything of the sort.
As he slipped the coat off of Nicolae's flailing arms, the boy cried out, "Fratele mai mare! Fratele!"
It sounded a little like French. A little. So Francis said softly, "Your brother isn't here. I'm taking care of you now."
But big fat tears began to drip down Nicolae's face, as he turned red. "Fratele... Fratele..." He was already beginning to hiccup in his crying.
Francis didn't particularly want to deal with this. As soon as he had the coat free, he called in his housekeeper. "Have him washed; shave off his hair. I'm sure he has lice or something."
The housekeeper grabbed the naked boy's hand, and she led him from the room.
Francis sighed, taking the coat to the fireplace. He hoped this slave didn't turn out to be too much trouble after all.
"His name is Nicolae," Arthur said, adding, "At least, I think it is. That's what his brother was shouting when we took him away. But there must be some punishment for rebellion, mustn't there be?"
"I don't understand," Francis said, eyeing the child. Nicolae stared at him, then put his thumb in his mouth, using the other hand to grip his ear.
"He's sorely in need of training, but he's yours. Consider him some of your payment for your help; I'm sure he'll grow up to be a strapping lad," Arthur replied, and he turned to leave.
Francis didn't protest. He'd known for a long time that working with the English man would lead to certain... acquisitions, from the beautiful virgins of the untamed East to the gold they hoarded in their halls. But he'd never expected a child to be his to command.
"Oh, and Francis? You're going to want to start with that accursed thumb-sucking. A few swipes with a rod ought to fix that, hm?" And Arthur was gone, leaving him alone with the child.
Nicolae was watching him with surprisingly innocent brown eyes. He sucked his thumb all the harder as Francis walked up to him.
The boy was horribly out of place. The hall was bedecked with the art of the East, from icons to portraits to a massive picture of the Magi. The ceiling was sculpted, looking like flowers and fleur de lis all over it. A large chair sat at the end of the hall, Francis's sort-of throne; he was no king, merely the leader of a province, but he still commanded authority.
Meanwhile, the boy wasn't even wearing pants. His scabbed knees were proof enough of that.
Francis sighed. He had servants, but he didn't typically take slaves. In any case, best to get the boy acclimated. "Nicolae, you must change out of those clothes. Please take them off that they may be burnt."
Nicolae stared at him. He scratched at his calf with his foot, still sucking with some noise on his thumb.
Grand, Francis realized: he didn't speak a lick of French. He wanted to shake his head, to call Arthur back and tell him to take the boy; however, instead he knelt down and began unbuttoning the coat.
"MMMM!" Nicolae said in alarm, immediately pulling back, but still not willing to take his thumb out of his mouth.
"You must be clean to live here, and that coat is anything but," Francis said, pulling him back. Some of the buttons fell off as soon as he touched them.
"Nu! Nu!" Nicolae whimpered, finally talking around his thumb. He shoved the hand held up against his ear in Francis's face, surely getting his filth all over his face.
Francis sighed again, but gently put down Nicolae's hand and continued opening up the coat. He was rather startled when all he found was a naked body; no underclothes or anything of the sort.
As he slipped the coat off of Nicolae's flailing arms, the boy cried out, "Fratele mai mare! Fratele!"
It sounded a little like French. A little. So Francis said softly, "Your brother isn't here. I'm taking care of you now."
But big fat tears began to drip down Nicolae's face, as he turned red. "Fratele... Fratele..." He was already beginning to hiccup in his crying.
Francis didn't particularly want to deal with this. As soon as he had the coat free, he called in his housekeeper. "Have him washed; shave off his hair. I'm sure he has lice or something."
The housekeeper grabbed the naked boy's hand, and she led him from the room.
Francis sighed, taking the coat to the fireplace. He hoped this slave didn't turn out to be too much trouble after all.
Character A is having a bit of a bad/busy day, but they still need to get the clothes washed and, for whatever reason, have to use a launderette to wash them. Only they leave the launderette on another errand, and come back late, to find someone has already emptied their clothes into the bag they'd left lying on top of the washer/dryer, and put another load in. Annoyed at people being so rude, they grab their bag full of clothes and head home.
Only when they get home, they discover they've got someone else's clothing. And whatever's in the bag is COMPLETELY different from what they usually wear. And when they return to the launderette, their clothing isn't there - Character B, for whatever reason, has taken the wrong clothing home too.
Cue the epic adventure on the part of at least one of the characters involved in the mix-up trying to get their clothes back, for sentimental reasons or just because they're uncomfortable with the thought of strangers owning their underwear, and discovering the one that has their stuff might be worth asking out on a date.
Bonus 1: my soul for FrUS. Alfred is upset at losing his bomber jacket, and comforts himself with trying on the stranger's fancy shirts he could personally never afford.
Bonus 2: it's a femslash couple.
Only when they get home, they discover they've got someone else's clothing. And whatever's in the bag is COMPLETELY different from what they usually wear. And when they return to the launderette, their clothing isn't there - Character B, for whatever reason, has taken the wrong clothing home too.
Cue the epic adventure on the part of at least one of the characters involved in the mix-up trying to get their clothes back, for sentimental reasons or just because they're uncomfortable with the thought of strangers owning their underwear, and discovering the one that has their stuff might be worth asking out on a date.
Bonus 1: my soul for FrUS. Alfred is upset at losing his bomber jacket, and comforts himself with trying on the stranger's fancy shirts he could personally never afford.
Bonus 2: it's a femslash couple.
Francis and Arthur are good friends in college. They party, drink and hit on allot people together. Francis invites Arthur to his family home for vacation then introduce Francis younger brother Alfred; who Arthur instantly falls for to the horror of Francis.
I just like the idea of Francis being over protective brother to Alfred. But side bro friendship between Francis and Arthur.
I just like the idea of Francis being over protective brother to Alfred. But side bro friendship between Francis and Arthur.
The nations age at different speeds depending on what's going on in their countries, so occasionally one might find that their "little" sibling is now older than them. I'm specifically thinking of the Koreas, as an old fic of mine had North as a resurrection of Balhae, coming back and remaining physically and mentally about twelve, and South as Goryeo, who didn't die and kept ageing. Any nations where one could be said to have overtaken the other could work, though.
It might not exactly be what OP wants, but A!A would like to fill with Prussia and Holy Roman Empire.
It's short, but I hope you like it nevertheless!
Based on my headcanon that HRE is the older brother out of the two, but is simply unable to grow up physically.
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Prussia’s first memory was of vivid blue eyes, as a toddler reaching out to a gently smiling blond child. ‘I am your bruder,’ that child had said, and that had been the beginning.
He remembered the days spent with that same child, the roughhousing that doubled as both training and play. He remembered losing, time and again, to the older boy. He remembered complaining and that child laughing; ‘Give it time, you’ll grow stronger,’ he had said. Prussia had believed it, because if there was one thing he believed in, it was the words of his bruder.
He remembered the first time he won, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins as he pinned that child down with a blunted sword to his throat. Those blue eyes had looked up at him with pride and satisfaction and a tiny twinge of something Prussia hadn’t understood then; and the child said, ‘See, you’ve grown.’ And Prussia realized, as he pulled his brother back to his feet, that he really had – that he now stood a finger’s breadth taller than the other.
He remembered following that child onto the battlefield, sword in hand. He remembered how the sword hilt had rested easily in his hand, while the other’s still dwarfed him. Had that back always been so small? Was it just him who had gotten bigger? But then that child had turned back with that familiar fire in his eyes and said, ‘Come, Prussia.’ With that all doubt was gone, and he followed that tiny back, just as he always had.
He remembered finding that child fallen amongst the ruins of war, vivid blue eyes dulled and fading. He had dropped to his knees, a soundless cry escaping his lips. Blood had soaked through black cloth, staining Prussia’s fingers as he pulled them away. So much blood from such a small body. Eyelids that had fluttered shut opened again, finding him briefly before closing again. ‘Don’t cry, brüderlein,’ the whisper had been barely that, almost carried away by the wind. The tears continued to fall, unheedingly.
He remembered waiting, day after day, month after month, year after year for that too-small figure on the bed to wake up – and when that child finally opened his eyes he was still the same as he had ever been, while Prussia had grown, yet again. Strong adult arms had scooped the child up effortlessly even as blue eyes stared at him with confusion. And this time he had been the one to smile, through his tears, and say, ‘I am your bruder.’
It’s my turn to take care of you.
It's short, but I hope you like it nevertheless!
Based on my headcanon that HRE is the older brother out of the two, but is simply unable to grow up physically.
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Prussia’s first memory was of vivid blue eyes, as a toddler reaching out to a gently smiling blond child. ‘I am your bruder,’ that child had said, and that had been the beginning.
He remembered the days spent with that same child, the roughhousing that doubled as both training and play. He remembered losing, time and again, to the older boy. He remembered complaining and that child laughing; ‘Give it time, you’ll grow stronger,’ he had said. Prussia had believed it, because if there was one thing he believed in, it was the words of his bruder.
He remembered the first time he won, the adrenaline still rushing through his veins as he pinned that child down with a blunted sword to his throat. Those blue eyes had looked up at him with pride and satisfaction and a tiny twinge of something Prussia hadn’t understood then; and the child said, ‘See, you’ve grown.’ And Prussia realized, as he pulled his brother back to his feet, that he really had – that he now stood a finger’s breadth taller than the other.
He remembered following that child onto the battlefield, sword in hand. He remembered how the sword hilt had rested easily in his hand, while the other’s still dwarfed him. Had that back always been so small? Was it just him who had gotten bigger? But then that child had turned back with that familiar fire in his eyes and said, ‘Come, Prussia.’ With that all doubt was gone, and he followed that tiny back, just as he always had.
He remembered finding that child fallen amongst the ruins of war, vivid blue eyes dulled and fading. He had dropped to his knees, a soundless cry escaping his lips. Blood had soaked through black cloth, staining Prussia’s fingers as he pulled them away. So much blood from such a small body. Eyelids that had fluttered shut opened again, finding him briefly before closing again. ‘Don’t cry, brüderlein,’ the whisper had been barely that, almost carried away by the wind. The tears continued to fall, unheedingly.
He remembered waiting, day after day, month after month, year after year for that too-small figure on the bed to wake up – and when that child finally opened his eyes he was still the same as he had ever been, while Prussia had grown, yet again. Strong adult arms had scooped the child up effortlessly even as blue eyes stared at him with confusion. And this time he had been the one to smile, through his tears, and say, ‘I am your bruder.’
It’s my turn to take care of you.
A nation undergoing famine is persuaded to eat themselves into serious physical pain by their humans, in the hope that it'll kick-start the productivity of their land. The nation-land link actually works the other way round, but they might as well be sure...
Did you have a particular nation in mind?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turandot
Kind of want Japan as Turandot, China as "her" father, either America or Prussia as the prince, and South Korea and whoever else from the Asian family is easiest to make funny as the three advisors. Anyone's great, though.
Kind of want Japan as Turandot, China as "her" father, either America or Prussia as the prince, and South Korea and whoever else from the Asian family is easiest to make funny as the three advisors. Anyone's great, though.
Come to think of it, Liechtenstein as Turandot with anyone as the prince (but bonus if it's a woman) and Switzerland as the king would also be really cool.
Inspired by this artwork which I thought was Alfred for a moment:
http://acetactician.tumblr.com/post/81727149727/a-henry-for-you-qichi-thank-u-for-dragon-thing
Anyways, prompt is pretty simple; basically Faerie!Alfred meets the human Arthur or Francis and falls in love, only for the human to betray him and take his wings. In revenge, he curses their firstborn son Matthew to die by his sixteenth birthday.
Only, watching Matthew grow up in splendid isolation, Alfred starts to develop a soft spot for the child whose only crime was being born to the man who hurt Alfred in heart and body. Hence he decides to fight against the very curse he placed in the first place.
It can follow the movie plot closely or go in its own direction, but I'd like a happy ending for Alfred and Matthew.And no romance between the two please! It'd feel pretty awkward in this setting even if I do ship it...
I'm not fussy on who the other characters are (or whether you add / remove roles), so go wild with those.
Bonuses:
-I really really loved the scene with Maleficent regaining her wings, so if that could be brought in somehow, I'd love you forever.
-Young!Matthew seeing Alfred's wounds on accident (before Alfred can cover them up) and asking about them
-THE SCENE. You know the one. If not, I mean the curse scene.
http://acetactician.tumblr.com/post/81727149727/a-henry-for-you-qichi-thank-u-for-dragon-thing
Anyways, prompt is pretty simple; basically Faerie!Alfred meets the human Arthur or Francis and falls in love, only for the human to betray him and take his wings. In revenge, he curses their firstborn son Matthew to die by his sixteenth birthday.
Only, watching Matthew grow up in splendid isolation, Alfred starts to develop a soft spot for the child whose only crime was being born to the man who hurt Alfred in heart and body. Hence he decides to fight against the very curse he placed in the first place.
It can follow the movie plot closely or go in its own direction, but I'd like a happy ending for Alfred and Matthew.
I'm not fussy on who the other characters are (or whether you add / remove roles), so go wild with those.
Bonuses:
-I really really loved the scene with Maleficent regaining her wings, so if that could be brought in somehow, I'd love you forever.
-Young!Matthew seeing Alfred's wounds on accident (before Alfred can cover them up) and asking about them
-THE SCENE. You know the one. If not, I mean the curse scene.
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