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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-08-10 06:08 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-08-10 06:08 pm
So anyone (preferably America, but anyone else is okay, even the female nations) hypnotizes England into slowly loving to obey, and how obedience is pleasure until his every waking moment is that even thinking he obeys his Master/Mistress that he went into deeper trance...
You can make it dark to which Arthur tries to fight, and maybe able to gain a little before that wish to fight is snuffed out of him, or it's completely consensual and healthy to each other.
Bonus: England getting so deep into the trance that the barest touch is sending pleasure throughout his whole body
Bonus 2: England is collared and pampered by his Master/Mistress.
Bonus 3: In the end, England loves to be hypnotized and how his Master/Mistress can send him into such a deep trance just with a few words.
You can make it dark to which Arthur tries to fight, and maybe able to gain a little before that wish to fight is snuffed out of him, or it's completely consensual and healthy to each other.
Bonus: England getting so deep into the trance that the barest touch is sending pleasure throughout his whole body
Bonus 2: England is collared and pampered by his Master/Mistress.
Bonus 3: In the end, England loves to be hypnotized and how his Master/Mistress can send him into such a deep trance just with a few words.
This A!A has started to write a little something. Can't guarantee a very long story, however.
I would like to see a fic where one of the nations abuses the language barrier between nations; maybe they're secretly insulting the other nations, or they're secretly swearing loudly in that language, or anything else A!A can think of.
Bonus 1: Ensemble cast.
Bonus 2: It's someone unexpected doing these things.
Bonus 3: A nation who speaks the same language tries to alert the ones who don't, but is ignored on account of the belief that the nation wouldn't do these things.
Bonus 1: Ensemble cast.
Bonus 2: It's someone unexpected doing these things.
Bonus 3: A nation who speaks the same language tries to alert the ones who don't, but is ignored on account of the belief that the nation wouldn't do these things.
Hey yo! I tried for a somewhat sophisticated writing style to contrast the excessive heavy swearing that I'm hereby warning you of!
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That America could be a bit inconsiderate at times, whether he meant to be or not, was neither a secret nor particularly new information. It often led to arguments, in the conference room, during private meetings, or just in the midst supposedly fun activities the nations did together. Him having a heated fight with Russia, England or at times France, China or Germany was a scene everyone knew all too well. The reason for these arguments was, however, not just the fact that he had a tendency to step on people's toes but also the fact that each of these nations were strong and confident enough to fight back. As such, it was seen as an unusually low blow that he kept talking over Liechtenstein this particular meeting. The poor girl couldn't get out a full sentence without the superpower yelling in between, and it wasn't even related to what she was saying. No, America had his own conversation going on and didn't even seem to realize Liechtenstein's presence.
Finally, however, she had enough. Straightening herself up to a not very impressive but still a little more imposing form than before, she spoke up, directing her words directly at the blond chattering away at the other end of the table.
“Would you please be quiet?”
He didn't seem to have heard.
A little louder. “Hey Wichser, would you please be quiet and listen to what I have to say?”
A few heads snapped up in a suspicious manner but America himself still seemed oblivious. It wasn't for nothing, though, since England now decided to step in. He boxed America in the side and whispered something to him. The glasses wearer turned around to face the small European nation still looking at him with a friendly but somewhat desperate expression.
“Oh, sorry. What did you say? Who're you again?”
“Ah, I'm Liechtenstein.” She waited a bit before the clueless expression on his face finally caused her to further explain her existence. “Für die ganz gehirnamputierten die's sonst nicht kapieren, I'm a small nation in Europe, between Switzerland and Austria. Austria. Not Australia.”
She definitely sounded condescending by this point but America was a little more caught up by the mysterious German phrase preceding her words. So were a few others, however, those others were all German speaking nations. Still, recognition lit up on the superpower's face and he nodded to the smaller girl to continue.
She didn't get to continue, of course. It was America's fault again that she got interrupted just before starting her speech, but only partly. A large part of the blame went to England who seemed to have begun a little quarrel with America in the meantime, starting from his boxing the other man in the side in an attempt to help her, which now escalated. It wasn't unusual for fights to disrupt a presentation and it was probably owed to the fact that she was well-liked that her rare speaking time was disturbed by only one of them. But she didn't have the loud voice necessary to be heard over this angry yelling which made that bonus null and void.
What she did have was Switzerland who, after staring at her a little incredulously got up now to properly and frighteningly chide the fighting nations. They both went quiet quickly and turned their focus back to her, a hint of fear visible on each of their faces.
She smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, Sackgesicht-” she nodded to America, “Hackfresse,” she nodded to England and then glanced down at the papers in her hand to get herself back on track.
“L-Liechtenstein!” Switzerland said in shock. She looked at him innocently.
“Yes, brother?”
“What kind of words are you using?!”
“I don't know what you mean. I'm just using nicknames for them.”
“Could I have a nickname as well, sweetheart?” flirted France, who apparently felt he had gone too long without saying something.
Again, a sweet but pleading smile. “I would like to continue my presentation now, Arschkriecher.”
Some strange sounds could be heard from Germany, Austria, Luxembourg and Belgium. France seemed happy though.
“Yes, of course. And I'm happy to have a special name from you. Although German really is a crude language I have to say.”
“Suck-up,” Austria mumbled. A few surrounding nations, including France, looked at him in shock, although Germany notably didn't react much.
“What did you call me?” France asked.
“Not me, that's what she said,” explained Austria.
“Who makes those jokes anymore?” America yelled in response, earning a sigh from the brunet. “Let's just continue on with the meeting!”
Liechtenstein, normally a remarkably patient nation, felt herself getting more and more annoyed but she had to hold back. It wasn't often that she got speaking time. Any further distractions had to be avoided at all cost. That meant not letting anything show even when she took a step to the side and hit her toes at the table leg. With the straightest, most neutral face she could manage, she hissed “Scheisstisch!” under her breath and hit her stack of papers on the table a few times to align it before finally getting ready to continue.
Of course, an idiot somewhere decided to ask, loudly so, “What did she say?”
“Pleeease, halt die Fresse, du Missgeburt!”
That got the strongest reaction from the German-speaking nations. Belgium stared at her in disbelief, although a bit of amusement was visible on her face, Austria just looked taken aback and Switzerland seemed absolutely horrified.
“What? What is it?” China asked, mouth full of Chinese snacks.
“Shut the fuck up, you abortion,” Germany said.
“Dude, Germany! What's wrong with you?!” This time it was America again.
“No, I was just translating what Liechtenstein said!” he tried to defend himself.
“Yeah, right. As if she would say something like that,” England argued back.
“Could I please finish my speech now?” Liechtenstein asked after a while of arguing, this time caused by no one but herself. It didn't work in the slightest to stop the chaos. When objects started flying through the room, Finland, who was trying to hide from stray food behind Sweden, let out a deep sigh.
“Perkele.”
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Explanations: I don't know what I was thinking, is the explanation. No but, I wrote this in a very short time. I like these meeting set-ups and absolute chaos and I like to think Liechtenstein is secretly very hardcore. Still, I have no words. But here, let me explain the words:
-”Stille Wasser sind in der Tat tief” = Still waters do indeed run deep
-Nickname time!
–Wichser = “Wanker”
–Sackgesicht = “Sackface”, or better if you want “dickface”
–Hackfresse = “Fresse” is a much more crude/vulgar term for mouth or face, “Hack” would be short for “Hackfleisch” meaning “minced meat”. Draw the connection.
-Arschkriecher = Silly Austria, of course it means suck-up but wouldn't the more literal “Ass-crawler” have made for a much better translation?
-Für die ganz gehirnamputierten die's sonst nicht kapieren = For the completely brain-dead ones who won't get it otherwise. [Note that while brain-dead might be the best English phrasing, “gehirnamputiert” actually means brain-amputated]
-Scheisstisch = First of all, I used double s because “ß” as a letter isn't used in Liechtenstein, as far as I know. More importantly, she's insulting the table, best translation I could manage would be “fucking table” or “shit table”
-Halt die Fresse, du Missgeburt = Germany already translated that. As for notes, the basic phrase would be “Halt den Mund” (shut your mouth) and I explained “Fresse” above. Missgeburt doesn't mean “abortion” but more like “fail birth” or something but that translation does the job quite well.
-”Perkele” is of course Finnish and you probably heard of that already? If I'm not mistaken it means “devil” but is used more as “damn!”
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That America could be a bit inconsiderate at times, whether he meant to be or not, was neither a secret nor particularly new information. It often led to arguments, in the conference room, during private meetings, or just in the midst supposedly fun activities the nations did together. Him having a heated fight with Russia, England or at times France, China or Germany was a scene everyone knew all too well. The reason for these arguments was, however, not just the fact that he had a tendency to step on people's toes but also the fact that each of these nations were strong and confident enough to fight back. As such, it was seen as an unusually low blow that he kept talking over Liechtenstein this particular meeting. The poor girl couldn't get out a full sentence without the superpower yelling in between, and it wasn't even related to what she was saying. No, America had his own conversation going on and didn't even seem to realize Liechtenstein's presence.
Finally, however, she had enough. Straightening herself up to a not very impressive but still a little more imposing form than before, she spoke up, directing her words directly at the blond chattering away at the other end of the table.
“Would you please be quiet?”
He didn't seem to have heard.
A little louder. “Hey Wichser, would you please be quiet and listen to what I have to say?”
A few heads snapped up in a suspicious manner but America himself still seemed oblivious. It wasn't for nothing, though, since England now decided to step in. He boxed America in the side and whispered something to him. The glasses wearer turned around to face the small European nation still looking at him with a friendly but somewhat desperate expression.
“Oh, sorry. What did you say? Who're you again?”
“Ah, I'm Liechtenstein.” She waited a bit before the clueless expression on his face finally caused her to further explain her existence. “Für die ganz gehirnamputierten die's sonst nicht kapieren, I'm a small nation in Europe, between Switzerland and Austria. Austria. Not Australia.”
She definitely sounded condescending by this point but America was a little more caught up by the mysterious German phrase preceding her words. So were a few others, however, those others were all German speaking nations. Still, recognition lit up on the superpower's face and he nodded to the smaller girl to continue.
She didn't get to continue, of course. It was America's fault again that she got interrupted just before starting her speech, but only partly. A large part of the blame went to England who seemed to have begun a little quarrel with America in the meantime, starting from his boxing the other man in the side in an attempt to help her, which now escalated. It wasn't unusual for fights to disrupt a presentation and it was probably owed to the fact that she was well-liked that her rare speaking time was disturbed by only one of them. But she didn't have the loud voice necessary to be heard over this angry yelling which made that bonus null and void.
What she did have was Switzerland who, after staring at her a little incredulously got up now to properly and frighteningly chide the fighting nations. They both went quiet quickly and turned their focus back to her, a hint of fear visible on each of their faces.
She smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, Sackgesicht-” she nodded to America, “Hackfresse,” she nodded to England and then glanced down at the papers in her hand to get herself back on track.
“L-Liechtenstein!” Switzerland said in shock. She looked at him innocently.
“Yes, brother?”
“What kind of words are you using?!”
“I don't know what you mean. I'm just using nicknames for them.”
“Could I have a nickname as well, sweetheart?” flirted France, who apparently felt he had gone too long without saying something.
Again, a sweet but pleading smile. “I would like to continue my presentation now, Arschkriecher.”
Some strange sounds could be heard from Germany, Austria, Luxembourg and Belgium. France seemed happy though.
“Yes, of course. And I'm happy to have a special name from you. Although German really is a crude language I have to say.”
“Suck-up,” Austria mumbled. A few surrounding nations, including France, looked at him in shock, although Germany notably didn't react much.
“What did you call me?” France asked.
“Not me, that's what she said,” explained Austria.
“Who makes those jokes anymore?” America yelled in response, earning a sigh from the brunet. “Let's just continue on with the meeting!”
Liechtenstein, normally a remarkably patient nation, felt herself getting more and more annoyed but she had to hold back. It wasn't often that she got speaking time. Any further distractions had to be avoided at all cost. That meant not letting anything show even when she took a step to the side and hit her toes at the table leg. With the straightest, most neutral face she could manage, she hissed “Scheisstisch!” under her breath and hit her stack of papers on the table a few times to align it before finally getting ready to continue.
Of course, an idiot somewhere decided to ask, loudly so, “What did she say?”
“Pleeease, halt die Fresse, du Missgeburt!”
That got the strongest reaction from the German-speaking nations. Belgium stared at her in disbelief, although a bit of amusement was visible on her face, Austria just looked taken aback and Switzerland seemed absolutely horrified.
“What? What is it?” China asked, mouth full of Chinese snacks.
“Shut the fuck up, you abortion,” Germany said.
“Dude, Germany! What's wrong with you?!” This time it was America again.
“No, I was just translating what Liechtenstein said!” he tried to defend himself.
“Yeah, right. As if she would say something like that,” England argued back.
“Could I please finish my speech now?” Liechtenstein asked after a while of arguing, this time caused by no one but herself. It didn't work in the slightest to stop the chaos. When objects started flying through the room, Finland, who was trying to hide from stray food behind Sweden, let out a deep sigh.
“Perkele.”
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Explanations: I don't know what I was thinking, is the explanation. No but, I wrote this in a very short time. I like these meeting set-ups and absolute chaos and I like to think Liechtenstein is secretly very hardcore. Still, I have no words. But here, let me explain the words:
-”Stille Wasser sind in der Tat tief” = Still waters do indeed run deep
-Nickname time!
–Wichser = “Wanker”
–Sackgesicht = “Sackface”, or better if you want “dickface”
–Hackfresse = “Fresse” is a much more crude/vulgar term for mouth or face, “Hack” would be short for “Hackfleisch” meaning “minced meat”. Draw the connection.
-Arschkriecher = Silly Austria, of course it means suck-up but wouldn't the more literal “Ass-crawler” have made for a much better translation?
-Für die ganz gehirnamputierten die's sonst nicht kapieren = For the completely brain-dead ones who won't get it otherwise. [Note that while brain-dead might be the best English phrasing, “gehirnamputiert” actually means brain-amputated]
-Scheisstisch = First of all, I used double s because “ß” as a letter isn't used in Liechtenstein, as far as I know. More importantly, she's insulting the table, best translation I could manage would be “fucking table” or “shit table”
-Halt die Fresse, du Missgeburt = Germany already translated that. As for notes, the basic phrase would be “Halt den Mund” (shut your mouth) and I explained “Fresse” above. Missgeburt doesn't mean “abortion” but more like “fail birth” or something but that translation does the job quite well.
-”Perkele” is of course Finnish and you probably heard of that already? If I'm not mistaken it means “devil” but is used more as “damn!”
James Herriot was doing business around the time of WW2, spent some time in the RAF, and was involved in minor ways in the Ministry of Agriculture. I figure Arthur would have liked him a lot. There's also a scene in one of the books where German and Italian POWs are sent to live and work on British farms, so their nations could possibly show up.
How America REALLY convinced Spain to let him buy Florida.
Bonus points for hotness and history and swords and uniforms and ships etc.
Bonus points for hotness and history and swords and uniforms and ships etc.
Prompt Spain x France x Prussia x America - Revolutionary War Aid
(Anonymous) 2014-08-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)Spain,France,Prussia "provide assistance" to young Stressed out/ war weary revolutionary America during a particularly cold winter night during his war of Independence.
Bonus points for said assistance occurring in a military officer's tent, fancy uniforms, virgin yet curious America, sharing of body heat and shenanigans and silly banter.
Double Bonus if you include this headcanon as well: During the Revolutionary War’s later years America would have to chase down France, Prussia, and Spain. He appreciated their help really, but going to the local inns and getting drunk wasn’t helping. The war effort.
Headcanon by: http://randomhetaliaheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/95181621600/during-the-revolutionary-wars-later-years-america
Bonus points for said assistance occurring in a military officer's tent, fancy uniforms, virgin yet curious America, sharing of body heat and shenanigans and silly banter.
Double Bonus if you include this headcanon as well: During the Revolutionary War’s later years America would have to chase down France, Prussia, and Spain. He appreciated their help really, but going to the local inns and getting drunk wasn’t helping. The war effort.
Headcanon by: http://randomhetaliaheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/95181621600/during-the-revolutionary-wars-later-years-america
I'm a big fan for watersports, and I'd love to see Prussia and England participating in such a kink! I was thinking of Prussia starting it out, and having some hesitation from England on doing such, but he slowly comes to realize that it's a huge turn on.
Bonus: If Prussia is bottoming, as top!England is amazing.
Bonus: If America walks in on them after the act, seeing them covered in piss and other bodily fluids.
Bonus: If its direct pissing on/in eachother.
Bonus: If Prussia is bottoming, as top!England is amazing.
Bonus: If America walks in on them after the act, seeing them covered in piss and other bodily fluids.
Bonus: If its direct pissing on/in eachother.
Prompt: NA Brothers x Italy Brothers - Devil's Brigade in Italy
(Anonymous) 2014-08-20 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)America and Canada invade Italy (special forces/Devil’s Brigade) style and catch the Italy brothers. The pair of brothers end up bonding/ making a connection with each other. Eventually they decide to let the two go free, only to have to save them both from Germany and Prussia who are not happy with the Italy's surrendering, getting rid of Mussolini, and switching to the allies side. The Italy brother's are very enthusiastically grateful and decide to show the NA brothers some Italian hospitality while the four take refuge from terrible weather outside and try to keep each other warm.
Bonus: for lot of action, humor, special forces-ness, uniforms, history, sharing body heat, Italian things, Canadian things, American things, North Italy acting like a dog, white flags, restraints, scary angry German brothers, badass NA brothers, and Clever Italy brothers.
Bonus/ info about the Devil’s Brigade
http://fuckyeahhetalianhistory.tumblr.com/post/20236341137/chevalierviolet-the-devils-brigade-also
Bonus: for lot of action, humor, special forces-ness, uniforms, history, sharing body heat, Italian things, Canadian things, American things, North Italy acting like a dog, white flags, restraints, scary angry German brothers, badass NA brothers, and Clever Italy brothers.
Bonus/ info about the Devil’s Brigade
http://fuckyeahhetalianhistory.tumblr.com/post/20236341137/chevalierviolet-the-devils-brigade-also
Werewolf a and vampires have been in battle for centuries. Enter Alfred or Arthur (I don't care who is vampire or werewolf) have a forbidden romance
The bolt lodged in the middle of its back is silver-tipped, making the werewolf’s forced transformation twice as excruciating, but it must keep going. It must ignore the poisonous fire radiating down its spine because its pursuers can’t be that far behind --the blood of their fallen kin is a vile taste in its mouth.
The dark forest is a maze of skeleton trees, and a full moon gives the drifting fog a surreal glow. Owls and crickets sing to each other in the night and each labored breath draws in the scent of earthly decay.
The lycanthrope eventually stumbles upon a small stream and shakily tries to pry the bolt from its back with a clawed, paw-like hand, but the projectile is woefully out of reach. The distinct sound of shuffling leaves snaps its ears forward and makes its hackles rise once more. A growl is rumbling out of its throat before it even turns to look back.
A cloaked vampire, face hidden within the depths of his hood, steps out from behind a nearby tree and raises his arms. The half-wolf tenses in anticipation of an oncoming shot, but the other’s hands are surprisingly empty: no crossbow, gun or any other silver-laced weapon of choice. The enemy takes slow, resolute steps forward whilst speaking soft and low in an attempt to be placating, but the beast immediately rears up on hind legs so that it towers over the other. It unleashes a fierce snarl.
Undaunted, the vampire keeps advancing until he is close enough to reach out a pale hand towards its face --pausing momentarily when a snapping jaw misses his daring fingers by scant centimeters. The words he’s saying are meaningless except for one which is repeated like a plea, a promise, and a prayer.
A name?
It takes a half step back, perplexed as to whether it should attack or flee. There are far too many jumbled thoughts vying for attention.
When a cold hand is placed upon its equally cold nose, the next inhale brings with it a very faint yet familiar scent.
[[ He had been human once: a young boy who had found a stranger resting beneath a chestnut tree on a hot, sunny day. He had offered the man a few slices of his orange and in return he was told a captivating story of a far flung place unlike anything he could ever imagine. He had childishly demanded that the stranger return and tell him another story and, much to his delight, the traveler continued to do just that.
As the years passed, it wasn’t long before he was old enough to understand there was something very peculiar about his new friend: he never ate anything offered him and he never aged. “What are you?” He had bluntly asked after watching the man longingly turn an apple over and over in his hands.
The traveler had silently regarded him for a few moments before giving a calculated, impassive answer. “A monster.”
He had laughed at such a ridiculous reply. “But monsters are ugly things that are very evil and only bring death and destruction wherever they go. You’re too pretty and nice to be a monster!”
For some reason that had made his friend sad. He had promptly told him to sit still and stop interrupting his stories.
...
At the age of nineteen he had remembered being worried when he heard the howl of so many wolves as he rode his horse home one night, and the horrifying creature that had suddenly blocked his way.
He had remembered the screams of the villagers and how exciting it felt to chase them down like cattle before he tore them apart.
“What am I?” He had sobbed as the morning light filtered in through the broken windows of his childhood home.
“A monster,” the traveler had sadly replied, “but never forget that monsters love too, Alfred.” ]]
Ah, that’s right. It has a name.
No, he has a name and he knows this vampire who is now scratching the underside of his jaw and that delightful place behind his pointed ear.
And just like that, the growling relents. The half-wolf closes his eyes and gives a pained whine as he finally allows himself to relax and stop fighting the change. By the time his knees hit the ground, he is fully human again --save for the ears on his head and the tail tucked between his bare legs. He feels so damn weak and tired that it seems as if the only thing holding him up is the hand still under his jaw, keeping his face upturned.
When the Lycanthrope opens his eyes again, the man before him draws back his hood to reveal a head of messy blonde hair and eyes the color of summer leaves. A toothy smile spreads across the vampire’s face.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
~@~
A/N This story is a one-shot so part 1B is probably going to be the end. I’m just having a lot of flippin’ trouble writing the next part.
The dark forest is a maze of skeleton trees, and a full moon gives the drifting fog a surreal glow. Owls and crickets sing to each other in the night and each labored breath draws in the scent of earthly decay.
The lycanthrope eventually stumbles upon a small stream and shakily tries to pry the bolt from its back with a clawed, paw-like hand, but the projectile is woefully out of reach. The distinct sound of shuffling leaves snaps its ears forward and makes its hackles rise once more. A growl is rumbling out of its throat before it even turns to look back.
A cloaked vampire, face hidden within the depths of his hood, steps out from behind a nearby tree and raises his arms. The half-wolf tenses in anticipation of an oncoming shot, but the other’s hands are surprisingly empty: no crossbow, gun or any other silver-laced weapon of choice. The enemy takes slow, resolute steps forward whilst speaking soft and low in an attempt to be placating, but the beast immediately rears up on hind legs so that it towers over the other. It unleashes a fierce snarl.
Undaunted, the vampire keeps advancing until he is close enough to reach out a pale hand towards its face --pausing momentarily when a snapping jaw misses his daring fingers by scant centimeters. The words he’s saying are meaningless except for one which is repeated like a plea, a promise, and a prayer.
A name?
It takes a half step back, perplexed as to whether it should attack or flee. There are far too many jumbled thoughts vying for attention.
When a cold hand is placed upon its equally cold nose, the next inhale brings with it a very faint yet familiar scent.
[[ He had been human once: a young boy who had found a stranger resting beneath a chestnut tree on a hot, sunny day. He had offered the man a few slices of his orange and in return he was told a captivating story of a far flung place unlike anything he could ever imagine. He had childishly demanded that the stranger return and tell him another story and, much to his delight, the traveler continued to do just that.
As the years passed, it wasn’t long before he was old enough to understand there was something very peculiar about his new friend: he never ate anything offered him and he never aged. “What are you?” He had bluntly asked after watching the man longingly turn an apple over and over in his hands.
The traveler had silently regarded him for a few moments before giving a calculated, impassive answer. “A monster.”
He had laughed at such a ridiculous reply. “But monsters are ugly things that are very evil and only bring death and destruction wherever they go. You’re too pretty and nice to be a monster!”
For some reason that had made his friend sad. He had promptly told him to sit still and stop interrupting his stories.
...
At the age of nineteen he had remembered being worried when he heard the howl of so many wolves as he rode his horse home one night, and the horrifying creature that had suddenly blocked his way.
He had remembered the screams of the villagers and how exciting it felt to chase them down like cattle before he tore them apart.
“What am I?” He had sobbed as the morning light filtered in through the broken windows of his childhood home.
“A monster,” the traveler had sadly replied, “but never forget that monsters love too, Alfred.” ]]
Ah, that’s right. It has a name.
No, he has a name and he knows this vampire who is now scratching the underside of his jaw and that delightful place behind his pointed ear.
And just like that, the growling relents. The half-wolf closes his eyes and gives a pained whine as he finally allows himself to relax and stop fighting the change. By the time his knees hit the ground, he is fully human again --save for the ears on his head and the tail tucked between his bare legs. He feels so damn weak and tired that it seems as if the only thing holding him up is the hand still under his jaw, keeping his face upturned.
When the Lycanthrope opens his eyes again, the man before him draws back his hood to reveal a head of messy blonde hair and eyes the color of summer leaves. A toothy smile spreads across the vampire’s face.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
~@~
A/N This story is a one-shot so part 1B is probably going to be the end. I’m just having a lot of flippin’ trouble writing the next part.
Alfred gets tricked by a witch like the one in spirited away, in other words he: forgets his name, forgets his past and who his identity. Then Alfred is spirited away with her to the spirit world and is forced to work for her and do his business. Alfred learns how to transform into a dragon and do things like Haku could. Alfred and Kiku are still Countries like in canon. Kiku figures out where Alfred is goes to the spirit world to find him. Kiku loses his memory and name too but some how Alfred and Kiku end up remembering each other again eventually.
Bonus for cool Japanese mythology, spirits, dragon alfred, cute sweet scenes mixed with dark creepy ones.
Art and Fanart for prompt.
http://imgur.com/38SKLU7
http://imgur.com/38SKLU7
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(Anonymous) - 2015-03-15 21:41 (UTC) - ExpandI'm huge on the 'nesting' aspect of omegaverse. You know, the Omega gets instincts to build a nest of sorts in one room of the house and prepares for the heat by hoarding pillows, sex toys, and food in that room. Then the Alpha comes and sates them and whatnot, hoping to have a child.
From what I've seen, it's usually the couple's first mating/heat or first time they've conceived a child. All I want is a peek into the Omega's heat after they've already had one pup and that pup is in the nest as well while the heat goes on, all the mating included.
Can be nyotalia or 2p!talia, crack pairings/families welcome. Oneshots and minifills welcome~
Bonus 1: The pup helps build the nest
Bonus 2: The pup is old enough to ask questions, and the Alpha attempts to answer, the Omega too dizzy with heat to reply. (extra if the answers are a bit Alpha-biased, like only explaining the Alpha side of things)
Bonus 3: full-family cuddle time after each round
From what I've seen, it's usually the couple's first mating/heat or first time they've conceived a child. All I want is a peek into the Omega's heat after they've already had one pup and that pup is in the nest as well while the heat goes on, all the mating included.
Can be nyotalia or 2p!talia, crack pairings/families welcome. Oneshots and minifills welcome~
Bonus 1: The pup helps build the nest
Bonus 2: The pup is old enough to ask questions, and the Alpha attempts to answer, the Omega too dizzy with heat to reply. (extra if the answers are a bit Alpha-biased, like only explaining the Alpha side of things)
Bonus 3: full-family cuddle time after each round
(Hope this is good enough for OP! I've become enthralled with this idea that the boys will always have a bit of conflict in their lives. That conflict always takes place in different ways. Enjoy!)
Warning: Sex, knotting, past mistakes, and angst.
Rebuilding Dreams
Alfred stood in the kitchen, his wrist moving quickly as his knife chopped the thick, red tomato in even chunks. Without much thought to the sticky mess around his fingers, he gathered the hunks of fruit and liberally sprinkled them around a bowl of fresh, green lettuce leaves. It looked almost good enough to eat, you know, if the omega actually liked eating vegetables. He stirred the lettuce up, making sure the contents were fully mixed before kneeling down to place the bowl on the ground. At his feet, a four-year-old blond haired, blue-eyed menace let out a cheer as he scooped the bowl into his arms. “Thanks Daddy!”
As quick as lightning, the little omega ran through the kitchen and downstairs to the basement. His parents converted the little area into a playroom after Alfred discovered his son had an affinity for bringing home rabbits. No matter how much his mate grumbled about the extra mouths and the cage cleanings, they couldn’t force Peter to turn the rabbits loose. After all, the little omega did have a nurturing side unlike any other and certainly upheld his part of the bargain to feed them everyday. Alfred just hoped they didn’t start mating, because then they would have a problem on their hands.
Speaking of mating, the adult omega walked over to the calendar and flipped through the pages as he tried to remember the date of his last heat suppressant injection. He frowned as he counted the days, groaning when it seemed that he’d missed his deadline by a measly week. Peter had the flu last week and it just slipped Alfred’s mind. For the first time since Peter was conceived, Alfred would have a true heat. The omega sighed as he flopped into a chair at the kitchen table, lazily tapping his fingers against the screen of his phone as he thought about how to tell his mate.
It had been Alfred’s decision after Peter was born that he didn’t want to follow the Kirkland family tradition of a child for each heat. Hell, the omega didn’t even know if he wanted another child after the fiasco of Peter’s birth. The shame and disappointment still burned hard in his chest at the thought of that day, because it should have been such a joyous time for their family. Seeing his mate run away because their firstborn son was an omega wasn’t a memory he would easily forget. He forgave Arthur, because he truly did love the alpha, but the damage was done. In the finest show of passive-aggression Alfred ever did, he forced the alpha to agree to allow him to use suppressants. Arthur agreed without a second thought and the two mates settled into an almost uncomfortable cycle of pretending their relationship was golden.
They were happy together, but there was something missing between them. They both knew what the missing link was and it seemed they were finally going to come together for a healing heat. The omega sighed as he pulled up his alpha’s text message thread and typed out that one sentence.
‘Going into heat soon.’
Seconds later, Alfred’s phone pinged.
‘I’ll be home shortly.’
(Few days later…)
“Where did he put them?” Arthur’s muffled voice sounded from deep inside the hall closet. “Not in here, obviously.” He sighed as he reached down to lift the basket filled with blankets and pillows into his arms, cradling it against his hip. The next stop on his mission was the spare bedroom and he let out a soft cheer as he found the extra blankets and pillows.
As he pulled thick blankets down, the alpha missed the little shadow following him into the room. Standing near the basket of soft fabric, the child thoughtfully chewed on his thumbnail as he watched his alpha. “What’re you doin’, Papa?”
“Not right now, Peter.” Arthur answered, large eyebrows furrowing together as he pulled a leather bag from the top of the closet and peered inside. His cheeks turned a soft red color as he dug around the sex toys carelessly piled in the bag. He hadn’t seen them in years, not since Alfred’s last heat. Well, old sex toys weren’t going to fix his relationship and the alpha pushed them back into the closet. They’d talked about it intensely over the past few nights. Instead of getting an emergency heat suppressant, they were going to let Alfred’s body finish a full heat cycle. Alfred even agreed to try for another child, even if he did so with some reluctance in his voice. Arthur was just determined to make up for his past mistakes.
With his father obviously not paying him any attention, those chubby little hands decided to distract themselves with the mound of blankets in front of him. The little omega jumped into the pile, giggling loudly as he sunk all the way to the bottom of the basket. “Papa, help!” He called as the blankets wrapped around his body, preventing him from wiggling his way out of their hold.
Arthur turned as he heard the call, placing one hand on his hip as he exasperatedly blew his bangs away from his eyes. “Peter,” he reached into the pile of blankets to lift the giggling omega into his arms, “Papa is trying to gather blankets and pillows for Daddy’s heat.” Looking down at his ruined pile, the alpha just sighed and balanced the child on his hip. “Maybe you could go into the bedroom and help Daddy with the nest? I bet he needs his favorite helper.”
The little blond tightly wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, pouting at the suggestion. “No, Papa.” He buried his face into the alpha’s shoulder, refusing to move. Daddy had been extra strict over the past few days with Peter getting in all sorts of trouble for being loud or not cleaning up when told. Papa did his best to soothe Daddy, but the little omega quickly learned that something was wrong. Usually, Daddy never yelled at Peter, but the omega’s ears were ringing from how often he got into trouble this week.
The alpha sighed as he adjusted his hold on his son, swinging him around to wrap those little legs against his stomach. He placed a supporting arm underneath Peter’s backside, patting his lower back as he tried to calm the distraught child down. “Now, now, don’t get upset, love.” He nuzzled his face into Peter’s baby soft hair, kissing his ear until the omega giggled. “Daddy, well, Daddy’s going into heat. You know what a heat is, right?”
Peter shook his head, resting his cheek on the alpha’s shoulder as Arthur carried him down the hall. The soft sound of shuffling told the omega that his father was kicking the basket down the hall as they went. “Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ like he’d seen his Daddy do on several occasions.
“Ahh, well, when an omega gets old enough, he or she will experience a heat,” Arthur explained as he kicked the basket into his bedroom and watched it skid across the room to the nesting door. Alfred opened the door, flashing his family a smile as he pulled the basket inside. The alpha carried Peter inside the room, finding a spot on the floor as he watched his mate painstakingly begin building his nest. The middle of the room dipped in a circular fashion with a soft pad along the floor. It made it easier to build the walls of the nest and to keep the shape. “That means their body is ready for a baby. An alpha will come along and spend the week of their heat together in hopes of conceiving a baby.”
“Art,” Alfred snapped as he stood up from the nest, holding his hands out for his son, “he’s too young for that.” His body smelled entirely too sweet and felt sticky. They were just a little late on getting everything ready. Alfred’s last heat had been so long ago he missed many of the signs his body was giving him. He was already wearing a pad to keep his clothes clean as he began producing the beginnings of heat slick.
The alpha refused to hand his son over, waving Alfred’s worries away. “If he’s old enough to question what a heat is, he’d old enough to be answered. This is your first heat in five years, Alfred, and I honestly don’t know when you’ll have another.” The subtle jab made Arthur flinch as soon as he said it. He sighed as he reached out and took his mate’s hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “I’m sorry, darling, but he needs to learn. What if he follows your example and starts his heat at ten? I want him to know what to expect and to know if something doesn’t feel right.”
Alfred sighed as he turned his hand to cup his alpha’s face, stroking his thumb over Arthur’s jawline. “Hand him here, if we’re going to teach him, then we might as well start at the beginning,” he said softly, easily taking the child in arms and falling down to his knees. The omega placed Peter in the middle of the mattress, pulling a thick, soft blanket from the basket and rubbed the fabric against his son’s face. “You know there are alphas, betas, and omegas. You and me are omegas and Papa is an alpha.” When Peter nodded his head in understanding, the omega pulled his child into his lap, feeling the soft blanket slip between his fingers. “An omega is someone who was blessed with the ability to have children, no matter their gender, and when the time comes their body produces a sweet pheromone and heat slick to tell their mate they’re ready to have a baby.”
“The alpha is attracted to this scent,” Arthur cut in, crawling into the nest to sit with his family. “If they’re mated, he’ll bring the omega treats and gifts to help the omega prepare for his heat. Soft blankets, food, or water, anything he or she is going to need during the week to take care of their omega.” He gently placed a hand on Alfred’s thigh, rubbing a soft circle with his thumb on the sensitive skin. “The most important part, though, is building the nest.”
Alfred swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the burning in the middle of his stomach and the flush of wetness against his backside. It wouldn’t be too much longer, now. “The nest,” the omega tried to explain as he began panting, “is built with blankets and pillows stacked around. The soft fabrics help comfort omegas, feels better against sensitive skin.”
Peter jumped from his Daddy’s lap, clapping his hands in excitement. “I wanna do it!” He gathered all the blankets from the basket and began shoving them around the nest. It was haphazard and messy the way his chubby hands stacked them. Alfred could have carefully assisted in straightening the items, but the American omega was a little distracted by his mate’s lips against his neck. His hips rutting desperately against the hand pressed to his crotch. He was too far-gone to really explain anything more to his child. Goodness, he could barely even answer Arthur as he whispered filthy promises into his ear.
With his eyes dilated with desire, Arthur shushed his mate, placing a comforting hand on the omega’s cheek as he nudged him onto his stomach. The desperation of their first heat in five long years was quickly crashing down on both men. Alfred would be miserable until he was knotted and Arthur intended to help him rather quickly. “Peter, love,” he called to his son, “hand me that pillow.” He pointed to a large body pillow with a strap dangling from the end. When his son did as commanded, Arthur snapped the strap to make a hunk of a pillow and nudged it underneath Alfred’s hips. His hand rested on the omega’s ass, fingers dipping to pull his soaking wet trousers away. “Close your eyes, love. Don’t open them until Papa tells you to.”
Warning: Sex, knotting, past mistakes, and angst.
Rebuilding Dreams
Alfred stood in the kitchen, his wrist moving quickly as his knife chopped the thick, red tomato in even chunks. Without much thought to the sticky mess around his fingers, he gathered the hunks of fruit and liberally sprinkled them around a bowl of fresh, green lettuce leaves. It looked almost good enough to eat, you know, if the omega actually liked eating vegetables. He stirred the lettuce up, making sure the contents were fully mixed before kneeling down to place the bowl on the ground. At his feet, a four-year-old blond haired, blue-eyed menace let out a cheer as he scooped the bowl into his arms. “Thanks Daddy!”
As quick as lightning, the little omega ran through the kitchen and downstairs to the basement. His parents converted the little area into a playroom after Alfred discovered his son had an affinity for bringing home rabbits. No matter how much his mate grumbled about the extra mouths and the cage cleanings, they couldn’t force Peter to turn the rabbits loose. After all, the little omega did have a nurturing side unlike any other and certainly upheld his part of the bargain to feed them everyday. Alfred just hoped they didn’t start mating, because then they would have a problem on their hands.
Speaking of mating, the adult omega walked over to the calendar and flipped through the pages as he tried to remember the date of his last heat suppressant injection. He frowned as he counted the days, groaning when it seemed that he’d missed his deadline by a measly week. Peter had the flu last week and it just slipped Alfred’s mind. For the first time since Peter was conceived, Alfred would have a true heat. The omega sighed as he flopped into a chair at the kitchen table, lazily tapping his fingers against the screen of his phone as he thought about how to tell his mate.
It had been Alfred’s decision after Peter was born that he didn’t want to follow the Kirkland family tradition of a child for each heat. Hell, the omega didn’t even know if he wanted another child after the fiasco of Peter’s birth. The shame and disappointment still burned hard in his chest at the thought of that day, because it should have been such a joyous time for their family. Seeing his mate run away because their firstborn son was an omega wasn’t a memory he would easily forget. He forgave Arthur, because he truly did love the alpha, but the damage was done. In the finest show of passive-aggression Alfred ever did, he forced the alpha to agree to allow him to use suppressants. Arthur agreed without a second thought and the two mates settled into an almost uncomfortable cycle of pretending their relationship was golden.
They were happy together, but there was something missing between them. They both knew what the missing link was and it seemed they were finally going to come together for a healing heat. The omega sighed as he pulled up his alpha’s text message thread and typed out that one sentence.
‘Going into heat soon.’
Seconds later, Alfred’s phone pinged.
‘I’ll be home shortly.’
(Few days later…)
“Where did he put them?” Arthur’s muffled voice sounded from deep inside the hall closet. “Not in here, obviously.” He sighed as he reached down to lift the basket filled with blankets and pillows into his arms, cradling it against his hip. The next stop on his mission was the spare bedroom and he let out a soft cheer as he found the extra blankets and pillows.
As he pulled thick blankets down, the alpha missed the little shadow following him into the room. Standing near the basket of soft fabric, the child thoughtfully chewed on his thumbnail as he watched his alpha. “What’re you doin’, Papa?”
“Not right now, Peter.” Arthur answered, large eyebrows furrowing together as he pulled a leather bag from the top of the closet and peered inside. His cheeks turned a soft red color as he dug around the sex toys carelessly piled in the bag. He hadn’t seen them in years, not since Alfred’s last heat. Well, old sex toys weren’t going to fix his relationship and the alpha pushed them back into the closet. They’d talked about it intensely over the past few nights. Instead of getting an emergency heat suppressant, they were going to let Alfred’s body finish a full heat cycle. Alfred even agreed to try for another child, even if he did so with some reluctance in his voice. Arthur was just determined to make up for his past mistakes.
With his father obviously not paying him any attention, those chubby little hands decided to distract themselves with the mound of blankets in front of him. The little omega jumped into the pile, giggling loudly as he sunk all the way to the bottom of the basket. “Papa, help!” He called as the blankets wrapped around his body, preventing him from wiggling his way out of their hold.
Arthur turned as he heard the call, placing one hand on his hip as he exasperatedly blew his bangs away from his eyes. “Peter,” he reached into the pile of blankets to lift the giggling omega into his arms, “Papa is trying to gather blankets and pillows for Daddy’s heat.” Looking down at his ruined pile, the alpha just sighed and balanced the child on his hip. “Maybe you could go into the bedroom and help Daddy with the nest? I bet he needs his favorite helper.”
The little blond tightly wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, pouting at the suggestion. “No, Papa.” He buried his face into the alpha’s shoulder, refusing to move. Daddy had been extra strict over the past few days with Peter getting in all sorts of trouble for being loud or not cleaning up when told. Papa did his best to soothe Daddy, but the little omega quickly learned that something was wrong. Usually, Daddy never yelled at Peter, but the omega’s ears were ringing from how often he got into trouble this week.
The alpha sighed as he adjusted his hold on his son, swinging him around to wrap those little legs against his stomach. He placed a supporting arm underneath Peter’s backside, patting his lower back as he tried to calm the distraught child down. “Now, now, don’t get upset, love.” He nuzzled his face into Peter’s baby soft hair, kissing his ear until the omega giggled. “Daddy, well, Daddy’s going into heat. You know what a heat is, right?”
Peter shook his head, resting his cheek on the alpha’s shoulder as Arthur carried him down the hall. The soft sound of shuffling told the omega that his father was kicking the basket down the hall as they went. “Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’ like he’d seen his Daddy do on several occasions.
“Ahh, well, when an omega gets old enough, he or she will experience a heat,” Arthur explained as he kicked the basket into his bedroom and watched it skid across the room to the nesting door. Alfred opened the door, flashing his family a smile as he pulled the basket inside. The alpha carried Peter inside the room, finding a spot on the floor as he watched his mate painstakingly begin building his nest. The middle of the room dipped in a circular fashion with a soft pad along the floor. It made it easier to build the walls of the nest and to keep the shape. “That means their body is ready for a baby. An alpha will come along and spend the week of their heat together in hopes of conceiving a baby.”
“Art,” Alfred snapped as he stood up from the nest, holding his hands out for his son, “he’s too young for that.” His body smelled entirely too sweet and felt sticky. They were just a little late on getting everything ready. Alfred’s last heat had been so long ago he missed many of the signs his body was giving him. He was already wearing a pad to keep his clothes clean as he began producing the beginnings of heat slick.
The alpha refused to hand his son over, waving Alfred’s worries away. “If he’s old enough to question what a heat is, he’d old enough to be answered. This is your first heat in five years, Alfred, and I honestly don’t know when you’ll have another.” The subtle jab made Arthur flinch as soon as he said it. He sighed as he reached out and took his mate’s hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “I’m sorry, darling, but he needs to learn. What if he follows your example and starts his heat at ten? I want him to know what to expect and to know if something doesn’t feel right.”
Alfred sighed as he turned his hand to cup his alpha’s face, stroking his thumb over Arthur’s jawline. “Hand him here, if we’re going to teach him, then we might as well start at the beginning,” he said softly, easily taking the child in arms and falling down to his knees. The omega placed Peter in the middle of the mattress, pulling a thick, soft blanket from the basket and rubbed the fabric against his son’s face. “You know there are alphas, betas, and omegas. You and me are omegas and Papa is an alpha.” When Peter nodded his head in understanding, the omega pulled his child into his lap, feeling the soft blanket slip between his fingers. “An omega is someone who was blessed with the ability to have children, no matter their gender, and when the time comes their body produces a sweet pheromone and heat slick to tell their mate they’re ready to have a baby.”
“The alpha is attracted to this scent,” Arthur cut in, crawling into the nest to sit with his family. “If they’re mated, he’ll bring the omega treats and gifts to help the omega prepare for his heat. Soft blankets, food, or water, anything he or she is going to need during the week to take care of their omega.” He gently placed a hand on Alfred’s thigh, rubbing a soft circle with his thumb on the sensitive skin. “The most important part, though, is building the nest.”
Alfred swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the burning in the middle of his stomach and the flush of wetness against his backside. It wouldn’t be too much longer, now. “The nest,” the omega tried to explain as he began panting, “is built with blankets and pillows stacked around. The soft fabrics help comfort omegas, feels better against sensitive skin.”
Peter jumped from his Daddy’s lap, clapping his hands in excitement. “I wanna do it!” He gathered all the blankets from the basket and began shoving them around the nest. It was haphazard and messy the way his chubby hands stacked them. Alfred could have carefully assisted in straightening the items, but the American omega was a little distracted by his mate’s lips against his neck. His hips rutting desperately against the hand pressed to his crotch. He was too far-gone to really explain anything more to his child. Goodness, he could barely even answer Arthur as he whispered filthy promises into his ear.
With his eyes dilated with desire, Arthur shushed his mate, placing a comforting hand on the omega’s cheek as he nudged him onto his stomach. The desperation of their first heat in five long years was quickly crashing down on both men. Alfred would be miserable until he was knotted and Arthur intended to help him rather quickly. “Peter, love,” he called to his son, “hand me that pillow.” He pointed to a large body pillow with a strap dangling from the end. When his son did as commanded, Arthur snapped the strap to make a hunk of a pillow and nudged it underneath Alfred’s hips. His hand rested on the omega’s ass, fingers dipping to pull his soaking wet trousers away. “Close your eyes, love. Don’t open them until Papa tells you to.”
Would love to see a USUK with England being a lover of planes and flying a plane. That is all I require, everything else is up to the writer anon.
Well, I've seen many stories where France act possesively of his lover in public, but it's rarely the other way around. Thus, what I want is that Spain and France have been best friends and lovers for a while. Their relationship is not a secret but not widely known either. France has always been an attractive guy and has a lot of lovers in the past. So, for whatever reason, a nation (can be his old lover, or a random nation) propose to have a one nightstand with him. This is the cue for Spain possessiveness to come out fully, and he becomes very possessive of France in front of everyone to prove that he belong to him and him only.
(This one can be canon or human!au, and feel free to add any other pairings you want)
Bonus:
- Spain's consiquitor side comes out
- After scaring off the other nation, they end up having sex, and Spain marks him up (teeth mark, scratch mark, bruise, matching tattoo, etc.) to show his possession on France
- France enjoys the attention
(This one can be canon or human!au, and feel free to add any other pairings you want)
Bonus:
- Spain's consiquitor side comes out
- After scaring off the other nation, they end up having sex, and Spain marks him up (teeth mark, scratch mark, bruise, matching tattoo, etc.) to show his possession on France
- France enjoys the attention
This is actually really cute and I'd love for it to be filled someday >u
Prompt: Any US State/ States x Any Countries/ Country - Alfred's States Decide to go See the World
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)Since Alfred is a republic each of his states has a personification of it’s own. Alfred’s states are a part physically but each state also has it’s own separate physical identity. Alfred and his states are connected with each other empathically/ telepathically. Alfred seems like a mother duck being trailed by loud grown up ducklings, or like herding cats.
Often his states are content to stay home and let Alfred handle things. Most often when they do decide to go abroad it is on some curious whim to “see the world” and not something work related. Some of his states are relatively well behaved most of the time, like Utah and honestly my state Iowa (who is cutely boring, except when it comes to farming) but other states are more problematic. Even the well-behaved states have there own quirks. Alfred is often torn between being a mother hen and joining in with the fun.
Bonus: for states having way to much fun with other countries and long distance telepathy/ empathy.
This should help: http://time.com/7612/americas-mood-map-an-interactive-guide-to-the-united-states-of-attitude/
Often his states are content to stay home and let Alfred handle things. Most often when they do decide to go abroad it is on some curious whim to “see the world” and not something work related. Some of his states are relatively well behaved most of the time, like Utah and honestly my state Iowa (who is cutely boring, except when it comes to farming) but other states are more problematic. Even the well-behaved states have there own quirks. Alfred is often torn between being a mother hen and joining in with the fun.
Bonus: for states having way to much fun with other countries and long distance telepathy/ empathy.
This should help: http://time.com/7612/americas-mood-map-an-interactive-guide-to-the-united-states-of-attitude/
Re: Prompt: Any US State/ States x Any Countries/ Country - Alfred's States Decide to go See the Wor
(Anonymous) 2014-08-23 02:47 am (UTC)(link)this sounds hilarious. I just have one request to whoever decides to fill this. Please, please, please make Florida constantly switching moods and personalities. One reason is the saying 'don't like the weather in Floridaa, drive five minuts' is comppleltly and utterly true, and two, while we are also the reterie state, we also have disney, universal and other kid and teen activities. And don't forget our gun obsession, which many authors do. Sorry for the ramble and please somebody fill this.
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(Anonymous) - 2014-08-23 18:11 (UTC) - ExpandPrompt based on the video "Video is Drunk History - Baron von Steuben Gets Washington’s Army in Fighting Shape".
http://youtu.be/n8zGCcDbq18?list=FLFGx4xBB6WXzp7eaMTWR6aQ
In prompt have Prussia take the place of Baron von Steuben and America take the place of Captain Ben Walker.
Bonus: for American Revolutionary War, training, uniforms, stuff, and AWESOMENESS.
Your standard omegaverse with alphas and omegas where alphas are the ones to impregnate omegas...
...but like with seahorses, it's the alpha who carries the baby to term/gives birth.
How that works and any other details are entirely up to you.
Bonus: Alphas are known for being fierce "mothers"
...but like with seahorses, it's the alpha who carries the baby to term/gives birth.
How that works and any other details are entirely up to you.
Bonus: Alphas are known for being fierce "mothers"
I can see this as being quite an entertaining fill >u< Seconded!
Just something sweet with Norway and England sending each other love letters, please! (... Or maybe they're dirty letters? ;D )
Setting is up to anon. If it's in modern day I would love it if they continue to send each other letters on paper rather than via tech.
Setting is up to anon. If it's in modern day I would love it if they continue to send each other letters on paper rather than via tech.
i'd really love it if you could have a scene in which prussia and fritz are pretending to discuss strategy in a tent at some battle fie;d encampment or whatever, but there's major sexual tension and fritz ends up on his knees giving prussia a surprise blowjob. prussias about to lose it when some bozo bursts in with some 'important' message or something and totally kills the mood. cue awkward 'you saw nothing!'s and gil hiding in the corner of shame.
bonus: if you could include an epilogue of them the next morning when the entire camp, has, of course, heard everything and is snickering behind their hands at poor mortified gilbo and fritz.
double bonus: make a sequel involving them, a storage closet, and a palace maid.
normally i'd be demanding historical accuracy but i dont really care right now i just want my awkward babies getting interrupted.
bonus: if you could include an epilogue of them the next morning when the entire camp, has, of course, heard everything and is snickering behind their hands at poor mortified gilbo and fritz.
double bonus: make a sequel involving them, a storage closet, and a palace maid.
normally i'd be demanding historical accuracy but i dont really care right now i just want my awkward babies getting interrupted.
Bad Touch Trio go somewhere and France and Spain have to bring Chibi Canada and Romano, because of things (You can choose). Canada and Romano, become close friends. Current times, they go out (as friends or dating, your choice[but I love Romanada!]) somewhere. Everyone thinks it is a date though.
Bonus1: Protective younger siblings![Canada should be older than America]
2: Everyone spies [or lots] spy on the 'date'
Bonus1: Protective younger siblings![Canada should be older than America]
2: Everyone spies [or lots] spy on the 'date'
Because of Fifty Shades of Grey, BDSM isn't nearly seen as being as shameful as it was and Germany is happy for it. But now there are too many nation couples doing BDSM the wrong way and that infuriates him. He overhears more than one couple talk about their sexual practices and reacts in horror to a lack of safe words, couples jumping into really intense kinks w/o checking to make sure their partner is ok, lack of aftercare and just plain lack of knowledge on how to safely and sanely engage in BDSM practices. So he decides to educate them. I don't like Russia/baltics or any "incest" or pseudo incest pairs but I am open to basically any other pairings.
Bonus 1: He calls a meeting with a presentation on how to practice BDSM the right way and makes all the countries attend.
Bonus 2: Gerita, with Italy being upset as well that the 'subs' aren't getting the love and care that he gets and that the other countries think his sex with Germany is as dysfunctional as it is presented in that book.
Bonus 3: The fail BDSM couples aren't malicious about it, they aren't treating their partner badly because they don't care about them, they just thought it was how it was done. And the submissives just assumed that a certain lack of respect was just part of it.
Bonus 1: He calls a meeting with a presentation on how to practice BDSM the right way and makes all the countries attend.
Bonus 2: Gerita, with Italy being upset as well that the 'subs' aren't getting the love and care that he gets and that the other countries think his sex with Germany is as dysfunctional as it is presented in that book.
Bonus 3: The fail BDSM couples aren't malicious about it, they aren't treating their partner badly because they don't care about them, they just thought it was how it was done. And the submissives just assumed that a certain lack of respect was just part of it.
Seconded!
OP: Re: Germany, other nations: That's not how you BDSM
(Anonymous) - 2014-08-30 12:46 (UTC) - ExpandRe: OP: Re: Germany, other nations: That's not how you BDSM
(Anonymous) - 2014-08-30 21:43 (UTC) - ExpandThese three curious girls may swim together like it's nothing, but the innocence stops once they get home after seeing each other in their swimming outfits and in the changing rooms, then get the change to go home and express themselves in private
Bonus 1: Seychelles is the most dominant, while Liech is the most submissive
Bonus 2: Lots of foot play thrown in for good measure
Bonus 1: Seychelles is the most dominant, while Liech is the most submissive
Bonus 2: Lots of foot play thrown in for good measure
A lonely (possibly drunk) Sweden ends up pouring out his sexual woes to a nation, one of the few who hasn't been shown to be scared of him, complaining about the fact that, aside from a rare instance here or there, none of his lovers ever offered to be the penetrative partner. Either this was because of the stereotype that the bigger partner is always the top or the other was too scared to take Sweden, afraid that they'd mess up or so fourth (especially b/c Sweden would like to be fucked hard) Nation A offers to take care of this little problem.
Bonus 1: When Sweden was with Finland, he tried to get topped, but Finland was so scared that he went soft and couldn't finish. (I love SuFin but make their relationship firmly in the past and maybe have Sweden regretful of how he treated his former lover.
Bonus 2: Sweden is extremely grateful when his partner throws him down and tops him without a hint of fear or hesitation, making nation A more than a little sad.
Bonus 3: Nation A is America, France or Spain.
Bonus 1: When Sweden was with Finland, he tried to get topped, but Finland was so scared that he went soft and couldn't finish. (I love SuFin but make their relationship firmly in the past and maybe have Sweden regretful of how he treated his former lover.
Bonus 2: Sweden is extremely grateful when his partner throws him down and tops him without a hint of fear or hesitation, making nation A more than a little sad.
Bonus 3: Nation A is America, France or Spain.
tbh i'd fill this but, i cant write sex scenes.
hopefully someone will fill this with france/sweden though!! that was an rareotp of mine for a while
hopefully someone will fill this with france/sweden though!! that was an rareotp of mine for a while
For some reason, Liechtenstein becomes fascinated with Belarus. She sees her and thinks that Belarus must be pretty lonely and starts to befriend her. Belarus freaks the fuck out because friendly nations aren't what she's used to. So at first she resists, thinking there must be an ulterior motive but she realizes that Liech is really just that nice. Eventually they fall in love. Make it an epic romance please. Try to be as IC as possible, I'd love to see cold-hearted Belarus warm up because of sweet Liech.
Bonus 1: Russia ships it. it gets Belarus out of his hair and he ends up really liking Liech for it, even going as far as to give her advice and invite the couple to dinner and possibly telling Switzerland to stop threatening Belarus because they are in love and it's cute.
Bonus 2: Belarus starts to become obsessive over her Lilly and it terrifies her because she doesn't want to scare the other country away.
Bonus 3: Something involving their love of fluffy dresses and hair ribbons, maybe trying on each others clothes?
Bonus 1: Russia ships it. it gets Belarus out of his hair and he ends up really liking Liech for it, even going as far as to give her advice and invite the couple to dinner and possibly telling Switzerland to stop threatening Belarus because they are in love and it's cute.
Bonus 2: Belarus starts to become obsessive over her Lilly and it terrifies her because she doesn't want to scare the other country away.
Bonus 3: Something involving their love of fluffy dresses and hair ribbons, maybe trying on each others clothes?
seconded. this is just amazing!
In order to form an alliance, the King of France sends his daughter/son (either France or Fem!France) to Great Britain to marry the heir to the throne, Alasdair (Scotland). Francis/Françoise is pleasantly surprised and quite charmed by Alasdair and all would be well if it weren’t for Alasdair’s infuriating younger brother, Arthur.
In short, what I would like to read is a love triangle with an historical setting. If you want to use different human names feel free to do so. Whether this ends with FrUK or ScotFr is up to anon.
Bonus: Prussia and Spain come with France as his servants/her ladies in waiting
In short, what I would like to read is a love triangle with an historical setting. If you want to use different human names feel free to do so. Whether this ends with FrUK or ScotFr is up to anon.
Bonus: Prussia and Spain come with France as his servants/her ladies in waiting
Second. I always want to see a story with this setting but cannot find it anywhere.
i'd like to see some adorable bonding between norway and child!iceland. for example, how norway reacts to finding and raising a little brother and how iceland takes to his new guardian; does norway like him immediately (as seems to usually be the case with nations raising others in canon), or initially only take him in because that's simply what nations do and then he becomes more and more attached as he watches iceland grow? most of the older nation-younger nation relationships are seen as brotherly, but i would love to see a father/son spin on these two as well; either works!
bonuses:
1. norway teaching iceland about being a nation and what they mean to their people
2. alternatively, norway teaching iceland a skill, like how to hunt
bonuses:
1. norway teaching iceland about being a nation and what they mean to their people
2. alternatively, norway teaching iceland a skill, like how to hunt
Norway glided on the ice, doing several turns and then looping his way back to Iceland. "You see?"
"Yeah," Iceland said, just a bit taller than half Norway's height by now. He moved his skates onto the ice from where he'd been crouching in the snow.
Norway moved to grab his hands, but Iceland tucked his mittened hands into his armpits, wobbling perilously. "No. I want to do it by myself."
"Are you sure?" Norway asked, raising an eyebrow. Yes, Iceland had been on the ice before, but always, it had been Norway holding onto his hands and leading him around.
"Yeah," Iceland said, ankles trembling with the effort to stay upright. "I learned how to do skating really good when you were gone."
"Oh, you did?" The lie brought a small smile to Norway's lips, and he said, "All right, let's see you do it, then."
Iceland inched forward, sort of walking on the ice instead of gliding. He looked back at Norway, licking his lips, and nearly fell over. Despite this (and Norway's smothered smile), he continued to inch out to the center of the pond. His ankles were snapping towards the sides and back straight again, when he tried to slow down and abruptly fell on his behind.
Norway stayed back, counting to three. If Iceland didn't cry before he was done, he was probably fine; however, as soon as he got to two, he could already see Iceland's face turning red and lower lip trembling.
Iceland burst into tears, and Norway glided out to his side. "What's the matter?"
"I still can't skate!" Iceland wailed, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks.
"No tears in this kind of cold, Iceland," Norway said gently, offering him his hand up.
Iceland took it, sniffling loudly. "But I want to skate like you."
"Iceland, I've been skating for well over a hundred years," Norway said, and he carefully guided Iceland in for a hug. "I promise you'll be as good as me someday; you've just got to be patient."
Iceland buried his face into Norway's chest. "Okay. But I'll be really good, right?"
"Exactly, as long as you practice," Norway said, readjusting Iceland's hat.
Iceland had stopped crying, and now he held onto one of Norway's hands. "I'm ready to go."
"All right, let's go, then," Norway said with a smile, and they practiced on the pond for about an hour until they went in to get hot tea.
"Yeah," Iceland said, just a bit taller than half Norway's height by now. He moved his skates onto the ice from where he'd been crouching in the snow.
Norway moved to grab his hands, but Iceland tucked his mittened hands into his armpits, wobbling perilously. "No. I want to do it by myself."
"Are you sure?" Norway asked, raising an eyebrow. Yes, Iceland had been on the ice before, but always, it had been Norway holding onto his hands and leading him around.
"Yeah," Iceland said, ankles trembling with the effort to stay upright. "I learned how to do skating really good when you were gone."
"Oh, you did?" The lie brought a small smile to Norway's lips, and he said, "All right, let's see you do it, then."
Iceland inched forward, sort of walking on the ice instead of gliding. He looked back at Norway, licking his lips, and nearly fell over. Despite this (and Norway's smothered smile), he continued to inch out to the center of the pond. His ankles were snapping towards the sides and back straight again, when he tried to slow down and abruptly fell on his behind.
Norway stayed back, counting to three. If Iceland didn't cry before he was done, he was probably fine; however, as soon as he got to two, he could already see Iceland's face turning red and lower lip trembling.
Iceland burst into tears, and Norway glided out to his side. "What's the matter?"
"I still can't skate!" Iceland wailed, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks.
"No tears in this kind of cold, Iceland," Norway said gently, offering him his hand up.
Iceland took it, sniffling loudly. "But I want to skate like you."
"Iceland, I've been skating for well over a hundred years," Norway said, and he carefully guided Iceland in for a hug. "I promise you'll be as good as me someday; you've just got to be patient."
Iceland buried his face into Norway's chest. "Okay. But I'll be really good, right?"
"Exactly, as long as you practice," Norway said, readjusting Iceland's hat.
Iceland had stopped crying, and now he held onto one of Norway's hands. "I'm ready to go."
"All right, let's go, then," Norway said with a smile, and they practiced on the pond for about an hour until they went in to get hot tea.
A group of nations get stuck in a crowded space, for example an out of order elevator, and end up pressed tight together for an uncomfortable amount of time. As a majority of the nations throw a fit, bicker, cry, etc., Germany finds himself having an embarrassing problem with the nation pressed up against him and...his lower regions.
I'm fine with pretty much any pairing, but I'd like for Nation A and Germany to either be already well-acquainted or to have come entered the elevator together, so that it isn't just a one-time situational turn-on thing. Depending on who Nation A is, there is a potential variety of reactions ranging from rage to embarrassment to enjoyment (cough cough France). I'm really just looking for something funny, but smutty could work too.
Bonus 1: Germany is mortified about this happening, possibly more so than Nation A.
Bonus 2: I would LOVE to see this filled with France or Romano, and with tons of ensuing chaos involving the other nations stuck with them.
I'm fine with pretty much any pairing, but I'd like for Nation A and Germany to either be already well-acquainted or to have come entered the elevator together, so that it isn't just a one-time situational turn-on thing. Depending on who Nation A is, there is a potential variety of reactions ranging from rage to embarrassment to enjoyment (
Bonus 1: Germany is mortified about this happening, possibly more so than Nation A.
Bonus 2: I would LOVE to see this filled with France or Romano, and with tons of ensuing chaos involving the other nations stuck with them.
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