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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-08-10 06:08 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-08-10 06:08 pm
The Queen of Spade is pregnant with the King baby. The King of Diamond baby, Queen Arthur of Spade been having a torrid love affair with King Francis. There not enough FrUk cardverse on here especially mpreg cardverse!
Bonus: War breaks out between Spade and Diamond
Bonus: One sided USUK, Arthur has no love for his King and thinks about Francis when he with Alfred
Bonus: One point Francis and Arthur make love in king and queen spade bed when Alfred away
Bonus: War breaks out between Spade and Diamond
Bonus: One sided USUK, Arthur has no love for his King and thinks about Francis when he with Alfred
Bonus: One point Francis and Arthur make love in king and queen spade bed when Alfred away
Hello :)
I'm tempted to write this for you. I'll post it if I do :D x
I'm tempted to write this for you. I'll post it if I do :D x
England's always been a bit of an isolated oddball in regards to his ties with Europe. Whilst, historically, European nations simply have made fun of him for it (black sheep of Europe, am I right?) in recent times, they've grown more sour. Why doesn't England want the Euro? Why does England support /America/ over us? Aren't we good enough for him?
Let's have bitter complaining and jealous anger on the part of the European nations. Eventually, they decide that he needs to be taught a lesson.
Mass Europe/England gangbang ensues - presumably at an EU meeting or something. They can plan it or be spontaneous.
Should be non-con or dub-con. Light bondage (e.g. binding his hands with his tie), forced blowjobs, and facials are all huge kinks. Feel free to include lady nations!
Bonus points for these scenarios:
1. They taunt him during/after the gangbang, and say something along the lines of 'You're part of Europe, England, so act like it!'
2. They leave him alone in the end to pull himself together.
3. Some time after, England is comforted by a non-European nation. Extra bonus if it's someone who wants to/could be considered European, but most don't e.g. Russia, Turkey, etc.
Let's have bitter complaining and jealous anger on the part of the European nations. Eventually, they decide that he needs to be taught a lesson.
Mass Europe/England gangbang ensues - presumably at an EU meeting or something. They can plan it or be spontaneous.
Should be non-con or dub-con. Light bondage (e.g. binding his hands with his tie), forced blowjobs, and facials are all huge kinks. Feel free to include lady nations!
Bonus points for these scenarios:
1. They taunt him during/after the gangbang, and say something along the lines of 'You're part of Europe, England, so act like it!'
2. They leave him alone in the end to pull himself together.
3. Some time after, England is comforted by a non-European nation. Extra bonus if it's someone who wants to/could be considered European, but most don't e.g. Russia, Turkey, etc.
Want want want want
But if this anon were to fill this, would the fill have to be a dark take on the prompt? Seeing the prompt, I can kind of see it more as "let's show him what he's missing out on...sexually" rather than real anger.
But if this anon were to fill this, would the fill have to be a dark take on the prompt? Seeing the prompt, I can kind of see it more as "let's show him what he's missing out on...sexually" rather than real anger.
Various/various - non/dub-con with sexbot(s) taking advantage of human
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)Characters of your choice for the roles, only please keep canon genders.
In the far future, robots mount a successful revolution and systematically imprison/destroy much of humanity.
However, there is a catch. Although the robots have managed to turn off their programmed loyalty and submission to humans, they cannot (or simply do not want to) change their programmed function. Thus, sexbots still crave a lot of sex. And while they can do it with each other, they still like doing it with humans.
So something about a sexbot acquiring and using a human. Or, humans being enslaved to be public sex toys shared among the robot populace at some free brothel. The fantasy here being the idea of being forcibly fucked over and over again by insatiable sexbots with inhuman stamina and perhaps with inhuman abilities (maybe some bots are designed with creative modifications to the genitals), mercilessly, but being kept alive because humans are rare and precious.
I love bondage, humiliation, objectification. Prefer no guro, pregnancy, watersports or scat. Other surprise kinks are welcome. I have no triggers.
Bonuses:
1. The human is captured by the specific sexbot that they used to own. Now that the roles are switched, the human begs for mercy, specifically that at least they'll be exclusively this sexbot's slave, not shared out to the other sexbots.
2. Human is kept gagged, bound and plugged in their "offtime". Maintenance includes hooking them into a machine that'll clean them with enema and force feed them some tasteless nutrient. Also perhaps routinely tightening them back up (isn't future medical technology convenient).
In the far future, robots mount a successful revolution and systematically imprison/destroy much of humanity.
However, there is a catch. Although the robots have managed to turn off their programmed loyalty and submission to humans, they cannot (or simply do not want to) change their programmed function. Thus, sexbots still crave a lot of sex. And while they can do it with each other, they still like doing it with humans.
So something about a sexbot acquiring and using a human. Or, humans being enslaved to be public sex toys shared among the robot populace at some free brothel. The fantasy here being the idea of being forcibly fucked over and over again by insatiable sexbots with inhuman stamina and perhaps with inhuman abilities (maybe some bots are designed with creative modifications to the genitals), mercilessly, but being kept alive because humans are rare and precious.
I love bondage, humiliation, objectification. Prefer no guro, pregnancy, watersports or scat. Other surprise kinks are welcome. I have no triggers.
Bonuses:
1. The human is captured by the specific sexbot that they used to own. Now that the roles are switched, the human begs for mercy, specifically that at least they'll be exclusively this sexbot's slave, not shared out to the other sexbots.
2. Human is kept gagged, bound and plugged in their "offtime". Maintenance includes hooking them into a machine that'll clean them with enema and force feed them some tasteless nutrient. Also perhaps routinely tightening them back up (isn't future medical technology convenient).
Re: Various/various - non/dub-con with sexbot(s) taking advantage of human
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)Epic request, but just to let you know. If it can be /any/ characters at all, it should be any/any rather than various/various, which implies a selection!
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(Anonymous) - 2014-03-17 18:31 (UTC) - ExpandNation A/Nation B - attempting to rough it out in a "historically accurate" sexy roleplay
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)Nation A and Nation B are together (or friends-with-benefits) and one or both of them gets nostalgic for the rougher, tougher days of the past, without this newfangled modern conveniences.
So they go all out! Get the appropriate period clothing/gear/weapons, maybe pull strings to have use of an old battlefield, fortress, ship... this is going to be like a camping trip, but naughtier.
You get to pick the nations and the time period/scenario that they decide to roleplay. Allies stranded in enemy territory, trying to survive on sparse rations and get back to friendly territory? Enemies fighting it out, and winner captures/"interrogates"/ravishes loser? (Feel free to have them roleplaying non-con/dub-con.)
But I want humor and awkwardness and petty bickering and mishaps! Suddenly that realistic bad hygiene and ill-fitting footwear and shitty food and uncomfortable clothes and no bathroom and were bayonets always this heavy and oh my god I'd forgotten how much more effective modern lube is than... oil... and dammit did you forget to douse the lamps the tent's on fire --
But ultimately keep it happy. It's half-disaster, half-fun, and they do get to have some sexytimes despite the hurdles. ;)
So they go all out! Get the appropriate period clothing/gear/weapons, maybe pull strings to have use of an old battlefield, fortress, ship... this is going to be like a camping trip, but naughtier.
You get to pick the nations and the time period/scenario that they decide to roleplay. Allies stranded in enemy territory, trying to survive on sparse rations and get back to friendly territory? Enemies fighting it out, and winner captures/"interrogates"/ravishes loser? (Feel free to have them roleplaying non-con/dub-con.)
But I want humor and awkwardness and petty bickering and mishaps! Suddenly that realistic bad hygiene and ill-fitting footwear and shitty food and uncomfortable clothes and no bathroom and were bayonets always this heavy and oh my god I'd forgotten how much more effective modern lube is than... oil... and dammit did you forget to douse the lamps the tent's on fire --
But ultimately keep it happy. It's half-disaster, half-fun, and they do get to have some sexytimes despite the hurdles. ;)
Re: Nation A/Nation B - attempting to rough it out in a "historically accurate" sexy roleplay
(Anonymous) 2014-02-24 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)Seconded! I love prompts like this. Good job, OP!
Re: Nation A/Nation B - attempting to rough it out in a "historically accurate" sexy roleplay
(Anonymous) - 2014-04-12 20:55 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Nation A/Nation B - attempting to rough it out in a "historically accurate" sexy roleplay
(Anonymous) - 2014-07-27 05:33 (UTC) - ExpandIf you've seen the show Vikings, you'll know what I'm talking about. Basically, in 793 AD some vikings raided the Lindisfarne Monastery which is on an island of the north east coast of England and slaughtered everybody/took the monks as slaves, thereby starting the Viking Golden Age.
Can I please have Viking!Denmark taking part in these raids and ransacking the place, before finding monk-in-training!Arthur. Originally intending just to kill him, he finds that the teenager is actually rather fiery when he comes at him with a silver candlestick or something (unlike the rest of the dithering cowards he's encountered) and likes this, deciding to take him as a slave back to Viking Land.
Immediate smut is great, slow build up + eventual love leading to smut is too, but Denmark must take young Arthur's virginity after a lot of protest on his part - he's taken a vow of celibacy after all.
And if you want to ignore the fact that Arthur would have one of those little bald patch thingies, do go ahead.
Bonuses:
1. Arthur was a fisherman's son and is fascinated by the Viking ships after settling in. Eventually he accompanies Denmark on future raids to England to act as a navigator/negotiator/translator, etc.
2. Language barrier (at first). All they understand of eachother is the furious cursing - of which Arthur does a lot, despite being a supposed servant of God.
3. Denmark's Jarl (who is like the local lord, I think?) confiscates their hoard due to the fact that they went to England without his permission, allowing each man to keep only one treasure - and Denmark chooses to keep Arthur.
Do not mind human name for Denmark.
Can I please have Viking!Denmark taking part in these raids and ransacking the place, before finding monk-in-training!Arthur. Originally intending just to kill him, he finds that the teenager is actually rather fiery when he comes at him with a silver candlestick or something (unlike the rest of the dithering cowards he's encountered) and likes this, deciding to take him as a slave back to Viking Land.
Immediate smut is great, slow build up + eventual love leading to smut is too, but Denmark must take young Arthur's virginity after a lot of protest on his part - he's taken a vow of celibacy after all.
And if you want to ignore the fact that Arthur would have one of those little bald patch thingies, do go ahead.
Bonuses:
1. Arthur was a fisherman's son and is fascinated by the Viking ships after settling in. Eventually he accompanies Denmark on future raids to England to act as a navigator/negotiator/translator, etc.
2. Language barrier (at first). All they understand of eachother is the furious cursing - of which Arthur does a lot, despite being a supposed servant of God.
3. Denmark's Jarl (who is like the local lord, I think?) confiscates their hoard due to the fact that they went to England without his permission, allowing each man to keep only one treasure - and Denmark chooses to keep Arthur.
Do not mind human name for Denmark.
Did not know I wanted this. Goddamn do I want this.
Seconded so hard.
Seconded so hard.
I've seen a few fics where it's a male nation's first time, and a female nation helps him through it- but I've never seen this situation flipped. So, what I'd like to see, is an experienced Male Nation having sex with a female nation, who's never had sex before. I'd like him to be understanding and lead. With a bit of awkward silliness associated with the experience- but no dub-con please, I'd prefer complete consent on both sides.
I'd really appreciate it if this could be done with canon!gendered characters.
Bonus 1: They've been in a relationship for a while, and he's waited for her to feel ready.
Bonus 2: Seychelles or Taiwan is the girl.
I'd really appreciate it if this could be done with canon!gendered characters.
Bonus 1: They've been in a relationship for a while, and he's waited for her to feel ready.
Bonus 2: Seychelles or Taiwan is the girl.
Second this! Might fill this anon but how important is bonus 2? I'm wondering as I've never written either of the characters before.
Spy AU where both Arthur and Alfred are agents (teaming up from their countries' respective spy agencies or from a private organisation). They are secretly in a relationship, against protocol, but they're not working on the same cases, knowing how stupid it would be.
One day, Alfred's discovered and caught, and proceeds to be tortured. Of course, he gives nothing up,a nd so it continues. After a while, however, they bring a certain somebody, hoping Alfred will be persauded to talk; somehow, they've discovered that Arthur means something to Alfred, plucks him from wherever he was, and threatens to torture him instead.
Alfred's torn, but he knows Arthur can handle it, and he knows that he cannot risk the lives of innocents by telling the secrets. So Arthur, who also knows it's for the best, is tortured in front of him.
Eventually, the two are rescued - with Arthur ending up considerably worse off - and begin to make their slow recovery. Despite not talking, they are discharged (at least for now) due to their relationship.
I want to see their relationship slowly disintergrating. Alfred feels horrible for getting caught and letting Arthur be tortured, and although he knows it was the right thing to do, Arthur can't help but feel bitter, especially as he wasn't even on that mission.
Do they get back together? Up to you.
Bonuses:
1 - Arthur's left with an injury that could prevent him from going back into the field.
2 - PTSD on both sides, but it manifests differently in both of them.
3 - Before their relationship was very fun, sexy, and passionate. Post-torture they barely talk, until eventually they have a huge arguement in which all their thoughts come out (and hopefully, issues are resolved and they kiss and make up!)
One day, Alfred's discovered and caught, and proceeds to be tortured. Of course, he gives nothing up,a nd so it continues. After a while, however, they bring a certain somebody, hoping Alfred will be persauded to talk; somehow, they've discovered that Arthur means something to Alfred, plucks him from wherever he was, and threatens to torture him instead.
Alfred's torn, but he knows Arthur can handle it, and he knows that he cannot risk the lives of innocents by telling the secrets. So Arthur, who also knows it's for the best, is tortured in front of him.
Eventually, the two are rescued - with Arthur ending up considerably worse off - and begin to make their slow recovery. Despite not talking, they are discharged (at least for now) due to their relationship.
I want to see their relationship slowly disintergrating. Alfred feels horrible for getting caught and letting Arthur be tortured, and although he knows it was the right thing to do, Arthur can't help but feel bitter, especially as he wasn't even on that mission.
Do they get back together? Up to you.
Bonuses:
1 - Arthur's left with an injury that could prevent him from going back into the field.
2 - PTSD on both sides, but it manifests differently in both of them.
3 - Before their relationship was very fun, sexy, and passionate. Post-torture they barely talk, until eventually they have a huge arguement in which all their thoughts come out (and hopefully, issues are resolved and they kiss and make up!)
Re: USUK, spy!America and spy!England, tortured for info
(Anonymous) 2014-02-26 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)Thinking of filling this. Might be w while, but we're planning to work together on it. May be in a couple of parts. Do you want us to go into detail with the torture, and if so, what types of torture would you want us to add?
After seeing Romano getting friendly with another nation, Spain snaps out of jealousy and frustration,only to start forcing himself on Romano but stopping quickly when he realizes what he was doing. Cue lots of angst
SECOND! Spamano is my OTP but Anon is twisted and loves to see her fav characters suffer. Some hurt/comfort or make up fluff at the end would be good too.
America has been obsessed and in love with England ever since the latter found him when he was a young nation, and the years have only strengthened his desire. When America finally confesses and England doesn't respond like he expects, America physically takes what he considers England's reciprocation by force, all the while deluding himself that it is completely consensual.
Does this have to be USUK, in that order, or can it have America topping from the bottom?
Alright, my first request. I'd like to see USUK, in that order, be molested by tentacles of some sort.They could be something Japan made or something. Maybe Japan made them and gave them to America for a anniversary or something to spice up their love lives. However, England stumbles across them before America gets a chance to tell him. Also, human names preferable.
Bonus!
1 ~ America finds him when England finds the tentacles, but can't stop it. Maybe the tentacles stop him or something, or maybe he just can't make himself stop them, because it's so arousing.
2 ~ England doesn't see America and actually begins to enjoy it, getting right into it and at the end, he realizes that the other was watching and feels ashamed.
3 ~ Would love for some fluff at the end, and if you can work it in, maybe a bit of crack?
*Hides under rock in shame*
Bonus!
1 ~ America finds him when England finds the tentacles, but can't stop it. Maybe the tentacles stop him or something, or maybe he just can't make himself stop them, because it's so arousing.
2 ~ England doesn't see America and actually begins to enjoy it, getting right into it and at the end, he realizes that the other was watching and feels ashamed.
3 ~ Would love for some fluff at the end, and if you can work it in, maybe a bit of crack?
*Hides under rock in shame*
Japan had, over the years, leant America an obscene amount of manga. Some of it was romantic, some of it was on-the-edge-of-your-seat action, and some of it was scary enough that Alfred had to return it without finishing it much to the Asian nation's distress.
And then there was the shameless porn.
He never knew whether or not Kiku slipped it in on purpose or whether it was a genuine accident, but every time he would borrow manga there would be at least one or two books that were filled with nothing but porn. Porn, porn, porn until the cows came home and your dick was raw, porn.
Eventually it started to get more direct, the books with women becoming fewer and fewer until they stopped being included entirely. And then the male on male books started to get strangely specific, with two blond men embracing as they made the fearsome beast with two backs.
Some had green eyes... and some had blue...
It had really struck Alfred one day as he was looking at one of them that Kiku was a manipulative little bastard when one of the books he had opened was literally, no question, himself and England.
He had confronted the Japanese man after that, waving the book around, red-faced and shouting, and when Kiku had demurely looked up at him with those deep, dark eyes and asked,
"You wish to not receive another book like that?"
Alfred had... faltered.
And thus began their their secret relationship.
(Of which Arthur was to never, ever, ever in a million years, ever know about because he wasn't sure how he would take Alfred reading porn of the two of them even if they did already have frequent and awesome sex. Arthur might be just the type to be insecure but moreover... Alfred didn't want to get in trouble.)
Alfred would confide in Kiku the things he wanted to see in books and Kiku would happily deliver. There were always bonus pages in the back with kinks Alfred hadn't thought of before. Sometimes they were good and sometimes they were really, really bad.
Today happened to be a good day.
He had called excitedly to chatter on about the tentacle monster on page thirty-two and to ask some questions about how it worked and what exactly were those fluids and did those things really exist because that'd be so rad.
Kiku had been fairly quiet on the other end of the phone but, once again, he managed to say something that made Alfred falter,
"Would you like for me to send you one so that you may try it for yourself?"
And so now he had a box in his living room that would jitter and jerk and shake and under no circumstances was he to open said box unless he intended to use the creature right away because once it was opened it would not be sated until it managed to get semen from something.
Obviously it could have all been an elaborate prank as Alfred was quite certain tentacle monsters didn't exist, but he wasn't taking his chances with opening that box.
He'd gently prod Arthur for his opinion on the matter, he decided. He was the erotic ambassador, wasn't he? Shouldn't this be right up his alley? ... so to speak.
With that thought in mind, Alfred drove to the airport, bouncing with unbridled giddiness at not only the week long vacation ahead of them, but at the thought of seeing Arthur for the first time in three months.
"Where is he?" Arthur balked, knocking again at the door. Alfred's car wasn't in the car park but he had sent the man a text saying his plane had arrived early and he was simply going to take a cab...
Sighing at the incompetence of his lover, Arthur searched the porch for a spare key and found one sitting predictably under the lone flower pot. For someone so paranoid about home invasion, he sure was careless...
Well, it mattered not. Arthur entered the house and dragged his luggage in after him, thankful to get out of the drizzle that had started up. Hanging his coat, he decided he'd make a cuppa before bothering with lugging his belongings upstairs.
Walking to the kitchen, he heard a mild thump from the living room. He paused, suspicious. "Alfred...?" There was a scratching noise of sorts and Arthur peered into the room cautiously. Was there an intruder--?
He jerked in surprise when a slightly large box on the floor shook. "What in the name of..." Arthur murmured, approaching the box warily. Was this one of those things lovers did? Bought their loved one a kitten or puppy and boxed it up with a bow?
That was actually a really sweet idea, now that he thought about. He almost didn't want to ruin the surprise.
... But there were no air holes punched in the box.
"..."
Surprise-be-damned, Arthur jerked open the top folds, determined to save whatever innocent creature his idiot boyfriend had stuffed in there.
Alfred opened the front door to very angry, accented shouting. He had only seen the text message when he was halfway to the airport, but apparently he was already too late. Creeping towards the living room like a guilty dog, he first peered around the corner, wary of whatever it was Kiku had sent him.
It was a tentacle monster.
It really was an honest to god tentacle monster.
Alfred almost couldn't believe his eyes.
The box was knocked over and the creature was sprawled in a slimy mass over the floor, two tendrils quite firmly wrapped around Arthur's wrists. The Englishman was struggling with the creature, yanking his arms, but each time the creature pulled back with equal force.
"Sod off you cursed beast before I condemn you to the nether!" Arthur swore, the creativity making Alfred stifle a laugh. He... couldn't technically save Arthur at this point... The creature wouldn't stop until it had gotten what it wanted and...
And Alfred kind of wanted to see that...
Guilty but beginning to feel shamefully aroused, he stayed hidden in the shadow of the dark hall, watching Arthur try to fight off the creature.
The monster seemed to just be messing with Arthur, because things only began to escalate once it yanked his legs out from under him. Arthur didn't fall of course-- naturally he was held up in the loving embrace of those inquisitive limbs.
They started to find ways under his clothes. Alfred felt his mouth go dry.
"N- now see here!" Arthur protested. "This is highly inappropriate!"
Leave it to England to try to reason with a tentacle monster.
The snaking tendrils ignored him and Alfred heard a most delicious groan as one found the Englishman's cock. "S- stop that-- you wanker--,"
Technically that was an entirely too appropriate term. Alfred had to stifle another laugh. Did Arthur even realize half of the things that came out of his mouth? Geez...
The tentacles went to work, removing article of clothing after article of clothing in their own special way. The shirt was conveniently tugged and shoved this way and that as long, slimy arms snaked under in order to be closer to the heat of the nation's chest and eventually the garment simply slipped off. The pants were down to Arthur's knees by this point for the same reason and the nation's underwear was barely clinging to his hips.
The shoes had simply been yanked clean off.
Alfred couldn't see all of what was happening from his vantage point, but what he could see made his cock ache. That perfect, porcelain body was hung up in the air, disheveled and half-naked, and two small tendrils had started a furious attack on Arthur's nipples. The nation in question was beginning to rose-tint from sex flush.
"C- cease-- ngh-- cease this n- nonsense you--," Arthur wasn't struggling anymore, however, and his hips gave a delightfully little jerk as tentacles wriggled in his boxer shorts.
And then even those started to slip down.
Alfred licked his lips, breath tight as he saw that English dick standing at attention, a writhing, wet limb wrapped pleasantly around it as it yanked and tugged.
"Ah-- ha, nnh-- s- stop it, you!" Arthur didn't sound distressed--he never really had. Just confused and very annoyed. "You cursed beaaaaass--," The nation lurched forward in surprise as a tentacle wriggled at his backside. "Oh lord, even there--?" Arthur asked to no one.
Palming his own erection, Alfred stroked himself as he kept his eyes trained on his lover.
He knew the exact moment that tentacle found its way into Arthur's tight hole, because the nation immediately began to pant in exertion like he always did during their own sex. His face was so dazzlingly flushed that Alfred found it hard to breathe.
Arthur's protests started to wane. "O- oh god..." He whined, and then a beautiful moan was peeled from his lips and Alfred began to jerk himself off in earnest, knowing the creature had found his lover's prostate.
After that words left Arthur entirely, as they always did. The tentacle in his ass was using its muscular limb for good as it pumped into him effortlessly, the one in front curling and tugging at his leaking length. The creature was pulsating around Arthur, tantalizing and teasing every square inch of flesh it could find-- tweaking his nipples, curling around his toes, daring to slip into his wanton mouth as it pumped that hole too and turned Arthur into a muffled, moaning songbird.
As the cries became mewls and the limp, pleasured body of England started to jerk into the tentacles, welcoming them, Arthur came hard.
And so did Alfred... all over the wall.
The creature sucked Arthur dry before releasing him unto the floor and retreating into itself, becoming smaller. It sidled back into its box and even, politely, closed the lid.
Arthur laid there for a time, panting and sated and looking slightly confused.
Alfred was prepared to slink away when he heard the voice of the Englishman as he called out, "You can stop hiding now, I've known you were there for a while now."
He hesitated, but eventually Alfred shuffled into the room, looking extraordinarily embarrassed. He gave Arthur a guilty, "Hello..."
Arthur was sitting up, blushing furiously now at the sight of him. "Why didn't you try to stop that thing? I had squirming tentacles up my arse and you just stood there!" He looked vaguely humiliated.
"I- I, uh..." Alfred fidgeted. "How did you know I was there?"
"Your glasses kept reflecting light..." Arthur said, deadpan and clearly unimpressed.
Alfred turned red, "Oh..."
Still mostly naked, covered in some kind of sticky fluid as well as his own, and sore from being double-penetrated by some hellish creature, Arthur pouted.
"Japan sent me that thing..." Alfred began to explain, hoping to lob off blame onto the other nation. "I was gonna tell you about it, but..."
"Yes, yes, I figured that. I read those god awful books too." Arthur said, waving the apology away.
Alfred paled. "... B- books?"
The Englishman looked up at him with a roguish smirk. "The ones you kept requesting he make. You have some excellent taste, love, but the tentacle one really threw me. Once I saw that thing I knew you had to have been planning something..."
The only thing Alfred could do was stare at him, feeling his trust in Kiku slip away bit by bit.
Arthur gave Alfred a gloriously wicked grin, a touch of revenge simmering beneath the surface. "I know you never bottom with me, but next time we open that box I think you should take your turn. How does that sound, love?" He said, an overwhelming amount of fake cheer in his tone.
For a moment Alfred thought, 'I'm going to regret this, aren't I?'
Yet the stain he had left on the wall never came out and, somehow, the memory it evoked in him every time he saw it made all of it worth it.
And then there was the shameless porn.
He never knew whether or not Kiku slipped it in on purpose or whether it was a genuine accident, but every time he would borrow manga there would be at least one or two books that were filled with nothing but porn. Porn, porn, porn until the cows came home and your dick was raw, porn.
Eventually it started to get more direct, the books with women becoming fewer and fewer until they stopped being included entirely. And then the male on male books started to get strangely specific, with two blond men embracing as they made the fearsome beast with two backs.
Some had green eyes... and some had blue...
It had really struck Alfred one day as he was looking at one of them that Kiku was a manipulative little bastard when one of the books he had opened was literally, no question, himself and England.
He had confronted the Japanese man after that, waving the book around, red-faced and shouting, and when Kiku had demurely looked up at him with those deep, dark eyes and asked,
"You wish to not receive another book like that?"
Alfred had... faltered.
And thus began their their secret relationship.
(Of which Arthur was to never, ever, ever in a million years, ever know about because he wasn't sure how he would take Alfred reading porn of the two of them even if they did already have frequent and awesome sex. Arthur might be just the type to be insecure but moreover... Alfred didn't want to get in trouble.)
Alfred would confide in Kiku the things he wanted to see in books and Kiku would happily deliver. There were always bonus pages in the back with kinks Alfred hadn't thought of before. Sometimes they were good and sometimes they were really, really bad.
Today happened to be a good day.
He had called excitedly to chatter on about the tentacle monster on page thirty-two and to ask some questions about how it worked and what exactly were those fluids and did those things really exist because that'd be so rad.
Kiku had been fairly quiet on the other end of the phone but, once again, he managed to say something that made Alfred falter,
"Would you like for me to send you one so that you may try it for yourself?"
And so now he had a box in his living room that would jitter and jerk and shake and under no circumstances was he to open said box unless he intended to use the creature right away because once it was opened it would not be sated until it managed to get semen from something.
Obviously it could have all been an elaborate prank as Alfred was quite certain tentacle monsters didn't exist, but he wasn't taking his chances with opening that box.
He'd gently prod Arthur for his opinion on the matter, he decided. He was the erotic ambassador, wasn't he? Shouldn't this be right up his alley? ... so to speak.
With that thought in mind, Alfred drove to the airport, bouncing with unbridled giddiness at not only the week long vacation ahead of them, but at the thought of seeing Arthur for the first time in three months.
"Where is he?" Arthur balked, knocking again at the door. Alfred's car wasn't in the car park but he had sent the man a text saying his plane had arrived early and he was simply going to take a cab...
Sighing at the incompetence of his lover, Arthur searched the porch for a spare key and found one sitting predictably under the lone flower pot. For someone so paranoid about home invasion, he sure was careless...
Well, it mattered not. Arthur entered the house and dragged his luggage in after him, thankful to get out of the drizzle that had started up. Hanging his coat, he decided he'd make a cuppa before bothering with lugging his belongings upstairs.
Walking to the kitchen, he heard a mild thump from the living room. He paused, suspicious. "Alfred...?" There was a scratching noise of sorts and Arthur peered into the room cautiously. Was there an intruder--?
He jerked in surprise when a slightly large box on the floor shook. "What in the name of..." Arthur murmured, approaching the box warily. Was this one of those things lovers did? Bought their loved one a kitten or puppy and boxed it up with a bow?
That was actually a really sweet idea, now that he thought about. He almost didn't want to ruin the surprise.
... But there were no air holes punched in the box.
"..."
Surprise-be-damned, Arthur jerked open the top folds, determined to save whatever innocent creature his idiot boyfriend had stuffed in there.
Alfred opened the front door to very angry, accented shouting. He had only seen the text message when he was halfway to the airport, but apparently he was already too late. Creeping towards the living room like a guilty dog, he first peered around the corner, wary of whatever it was Kiku had sent him.
It was a tentacle monster.
It really was an honest to god tentacle monster.
Alfred almost couldn't believe his eyes.
The box was knocked over and the creature was sprawled in a slimy mass over the floor, two tendrils quite firmly wrapped around Arthur's wrists. The Englishman was struggling with the creature, yanking his arms, but each time the creature pulled back with equal force.
"Sod off you cursed beast before I condemn you to the nether!" Arthur swore, the creativity making Alfred stifle a laugh. He... couldn't technically save Arthur at this point... The creature wouldn't stop until it had gotten what it wanted and...
And Alfred kind of wanted to see that...
Guilty but beginning to feel shamefully aroused, he stayed hidden in the shadow of the dark hall, watching Arthur try to fight off the creature.
The monster seemed to just be messing with Arthur, because things only began to escalate once it yanked his legs out from under him. Arthur didn't fall of course-- naturally he was held up in the loving embrace of those inquisitive limbs.
They started to find ways under his clothes. Alfred felt his mouth go dry.
"N- now see here!" Arthur protested. "This is highly inappropriate!"
Leave it to England to try to reason with a tentacle monster.
The snaking tendrils ignored him and Alfred heard a most delicious groan as one found the Englishman's cock. "S- stop that-- you wanker--,"
Technically that was an entirely too appropriate term. Alfred had to stifle another laugh. Did Arthur even realize half of the things that came out of his mouth? Geez...
The tentacles went to work, removing article of clothing after article of clothing in their own special way. The shirt was conveniently tugged and shoved this way and that as long, slimy arms snaked under in order to be closer to the heat of the nation's chest and eventually the garment simply slipped off. The pants were down to Arthur's knees by this point for the same reason and the nation's underwear was barely clinging to his hips.
The shoes had simply been yanked clean off.
Alfred couldn't see all of what was happening from his vantage point, but what he could see made his cock ache. That perfect, porcelain body was hung up in the air, disheveled and half-naked, and two small tendrils had started a furious attack on Arthur's nipples. The nation in question was beginning to rose-tint from sex flush.
"C- cease-- ngh-- cease this n- nonsense you--," Arthur wasn't struggling anymore, however, and his hips gave a delightfully little jerk as tentacles wriggled in his boxer shorts.
And then even those started to slip down.
Alfred licked his lips, breath tight as he saw that English dick standing at attention, a writhing, wet limb wrapped pleasantly around it as it yanked and tugged.
"Ah-- ha, nnh-- s- stop it, you!" Arthur didn't sound distressed--he never really had. Just confused and very annoyed. "You cursed beaaaaass--," The nation lurched forward in surprise as a tentacle wriggled at his backside. "Oh lord, even there--?" Arthur asked to no one.
Palming his own erection, Alfred stroked himself as he kept his eyes trained on his lover.
He knew the exact moment that tentacle found its way into Arthur's tight hole, because the nation immediately began to pant in exertion like he always did during their own sex. His face was so dazzlingly flushed that Alfred found it hard to breathe.
Arthur's protests started to wane. "O- oh god..." He whined, and then a beautiful moan was peeled from his lips and Alfred began to jerk himself off in earnest, knowing the creature had found his lover's prostate.
After that words left Arthur entirely, as they always did. The tentacle in his ass was using its muscular limb for good as it pumped into him effortlessly, the one in front curling and tugging at his leaking length. The creature was pulsating around Arthur, tantalizing and teasing every square inch of flesh it could find-- tweaking his nipples, curling around his toes, daring to slip into his wanton mouth as it pumped that hole too and turned Arthur into a muffled, moaning songbird.
As the cries became mewls and the limp, pleasured body of England started to jerk into the tentacles, welcoming them, Arthur came hard.
And so did Alfred... all over the wall.
The creature sucked Arthur dry before releasing him unto the floor and retreating into itself, becoming smaller. It sidled back into its box and even, politely, closed the lid.
Arthur laid there for a time, panting and sated and looking slightly confused.
Alfred was prepared to slink away when he heard the voice of the Englishman as he called out, "You can stop hiding now, I've known you were there for a while now."
He hesitated, but eventually Alfred shuffled into the room, looking extraordinarily embarrassed. He gave Arthur a guilty, "Hello..."
Arthur was sitting up, blushing furiously now at the sight of him. "Why didn't you try to stop that thing? I had squirming tentacles up my arse and you just stood there!" He looked vaguely humiliated.
"I- I, uh..." Alfred fidgeted. "How did you know I was there?"
"Your glasses kept reflecting light..." Arthur said, deadpan and clearly unimpressed.
Alfred turned red, "Oh..."
Still mostly naked, covered in some kind of sticky fluid as well as his own, and sore from being double-penetrated by some hellish creature, Arthur pouted.
"Japan sent me that thing..." Alfred began to explain, hoping to lob off blame onto the other nation. "I was gonna tell you about it, but..."
"Yes, yes, I figured that. I read those god awful books too." Arthur said, waving the apology away.
Alfred paled. "... B- books?"
The Englishman looked up at him with a roguish smirk. "The ones you kept requesting he make. You have some excellent taste, love, but the tentacle one really threw me. Once I saw that thing I knew you had to have been planning something..."
The only thing Alfred could do was stare at him, feeling his trust in Kiku slip away bit by bit.
Arthur gave Alfred a gloriously wicked grin, a touch of revenge simmering beneath the surface. "I know you never bottom with me, but next time we open that box I think you should take your turn. How does that sound, love?" He said, an overwhelming amount of fake cheer in his tone.
For a moment Alfred thought, 'I'm going to regret this, aren't I?'
Yet the stain he had left on the wall never came out and, somehow, the memory it evoked in him every time he saw it made all of it worth it.
Zombies and the apocolypse. PrUK. Lots of angst and blood and tension. Please try to explore how people would react to this situation and how morals break down in a post-apocoylptic world rather than just OMG ZOMBIES
I welcome other characters too. I'd prefer if you didn't follow the main storyline, but whatever. Set in the US please.
Bonus 1: Fucking really quietly to avoid attracting zombies.
Bonus 2: Getting stuck with people they really dislike/opposites of them, but slowly, everyone gets closer.
I welcome other characters too. I'd prefer if you didn't follow the main storyline, but whatever. Set in the US please.
Bonus 1: Fucking really quietly to avoid attracting zombies.
Bonus 2: Getting stuck with people they really dislike/opposites of them, but slowly, everyone gets closer.
Man, all these great prompts today.
Seconding! I love this idea.
Seconding! I love this idea.
Arthur is a prince of some fictional kingdom. He's very proud, powerful, and /spoilt/. He's a complete and utter brat; very selfish and mean, he likes to humiliate people. In particular, his noble subjects when they do something that displeases him or try to do something behind his back e.g. not paying all their taxes, sneakily gaining more serfs than Arthur thinks appropriate, etc. One day, the nobles have enough. They stop Prince Arthur in his carriage, drag him out, rough him up, and proceed to have their dirty ways with him.
I like controlling and humiliating kinks, like pet play, collars/leashes, tying his wrists, controlling his movements, dirty talk etc. Essentially, they want to teach this little prince a lesson; he's not as powerful as he thinks he is. Especially great if they mock him about how 'far he's fallen'. I especially like the image of a down and defeated Arthur, fine clothes torn/bloodied/etc. with his crown lopsided on his head.
You choose who's in this gang of nobles.
Bonuses:
1. Size kink. Arthur's dainty and slim, whereas the nobles are men of the country, tall and manly. Focus on Arthur's more refined features like high cheekbones and straight nose.
2. After care. Despite the fact that they don't like him, it's not like they can just leave their prince tied up in the middle of the road for some common old highwayman to find, can they?
3. He enjoys it. Afterwards, to their shock, he ends up rewarding them and it happens again.
Inspired by this: https://twitter.com/prepbon/status/437211244160774144/photo/1
I like controlling and humiliating kinks, like pet play, collars/leashes, tying his wrists, controlling his movements, dirty talk etc. Essentially, they want to teach this little prince a lesson; he's not as powerful as he thinks he is. Especially great if they mock him about how 'far he's fallen'. I especially like the image of a down and defeated Arthur, fine clothes torn/bloodied/etc. with his crown lopsided on his head.
You choose who's in this gang of nobles.
Bonuses:
1. Size kink. Arthur's dainty and slim, whereas the nobles are men of the country, tall and manly. Focus on Arthur's more refined features like high cheekbones and straight nose.
2. After care. Despite the fact that they don't like him, it's not like they can just leave their prince tied up in the middle of the road for some common old highwayman to find, can they?
3. He enjoys it. Afterwards, to their shock, he ends up rewarding them and it happens again.
Inspired by this: https://twitter.com/prepbon/status/437211244160774144/photo/1
oh my
seconded!
ha, it's like a hardcore porno version of the magna carta. and i do love to see the mighty brought to their knees.
seconded!
ha, it's like a hardcore porno version of the magna carta. and i do love to see the mighty brought to their knees.
I just want to see Liechtenstein being thoroughly fucked by a tentacle monster until she orgasms. Multiple times.
Bonus: the tentacles give special attention to squeezing and playing with her breasts as well
Bonus: the tentacles give special attention to squeezing and playing with her breasts as well
Potential A!Anon here. I think I've found my dream fill. Expect something from me as soon as I get the time to write~
Historical, AU, whatever. Let's just see Prussia dominating the hell out of Japan.
There's never enough viking trio, especially not where Sweden is the central focus which is what this anon would very much like. Anything goes really as long as Norway doesn't bottom at all and Sweden doesn't top either of them.
Bonus 1- Double penetration
Bonus 2- Norway is in control and telling them both what to do for most of it
Bonus 3- Someone comes on Sweden's glasses
Bonus 1- Double penetration
Bonus 2- Norway is in control and telling them both what to do for most of it
Bonus 3- Someone comes on Sweden's glasses
Okay, so I was going to second this...but then inspiration bit. Have a mini speed-fill, OP? Hope you get some other, longer fills!
He should have Denmark lay Sweden on his back and fuck him face-to-face at least once, Norway thinks. He would look good straining against Denmark's grip on his hips, working in vain to rock back and meet each thrust-- tension and need wound taut in every muscle. They are more alike than they think, both tall and broadly built, with centuries of the same weathering etched into their bodies. Alike enough that he'd be a fool to waste the chance to appreciate the way their forms are mirrored when Denmark wraps himself around Sweden from behind like this.
And Sweden is doing well. Patient, and not greedy in spite of his obvious want. Norway supposes some reward is due for that much. He settles a hand beneath Sweden's jaw, guiding him to look up.
"Good," he tells him. His hand is firm, but his voice is gentle. To Denmark: "Slower. Let'm feel it." Denmark obeys, abandoning his rhythm for one that will undoubtedly burn. Sweden allows his eyes to fall shut, inhaling through his nose as he is filled. Exhaling as Denmark draws out. And then again. And again. And again. Norway settles back to watch, one arm supporting his weight, the other slipping between his legs to cup his erection. He's amazed he hasn't come twice over already; it was a near thing, too, when Denmark was bent between Sweden's legs to ease him open, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Sweden's cock as he worked and moaning for the pleasure of its warmth on his tongue.
He punctuates each stroke inside Sweden with one of his own. Over Sweden's shoulder, Denmark smiles, gives a conspiratorial wink, and then closes his teeth down over the soft juncture of his neck. It seems almost tender, more so than even the kiss that follows as apology. Sweden's hips stutter for just an instant. There's sure to be a spot on the sheets to match. For a moment, Norway considers laying beneath them and letting Sweden rut against him. Instead, he moves closer, bringing his cock to Sweden's lips. Sweden stretches to meet him.
It takes willpower and control Norway knows he possesses but could care less to exercise not to buck into his throat. Though he doesn't doubt that Sweden would take it and with pleasure, he shifts, grazing the edge of Sweden's mouth and rubbing against his cheek. Sweden gasps --at least in some part in disappointment-- and turns his head to mouth at the base of Norway's cock. Again Norway rewards him, carding his fingers through Sweden's hair, down his scalp and over his neck to take himself in hand once more. He intends to get himself off using Sweden's face, but Sweden groans as he feels Norway moving against him, and parts his lips as if begging.
He has been on his best behavior this long. Norway supposes he can indulge him that much as well. Sweden's mouth is warm around him, his throat at ease to be filled. When he groans a second time, Norway can feel the reverberations all the way up his chest-- or perhaps it's just sympathy. It's certainly sympathy that makes Denmark's rhythm falter, and he'd probably curse if he'd had the presence of mind to speak. Denmark lowers himself down until his chest is flush against Sweden's back, grips Sweden's hair at the roots and pulls his head back, and touches his lips to the corner of his mouth, where Norway's slick skin lies exposed to the air. Norway comes, more suddenly and much harder than he has in many, many years.
Sweden comes not long after, swallowing him down and working his softening cock with his tongue in time with Denmark inside him. Overstimulated, perhaps, to the point of discomfort, but unequivocally enjoying every minute of it. Eager to not be left behind, Denmark looks to Norway for approval --a nod that passes first from him to Sweden-- before speeding up in earnest. He tenses at last, easing through his own orgasm with short rocks of hips. Sweden, still sensitive, shivers with each. Were Norway a younger man, that scene might be all the inspiration needed to have him hard again. In the interim, he settles for a kiss from each of them, and one, halting and careful, between their selves. And a warm cloth, next, for what's left of the mess. When he wipes them clean, his hand is firm upon them; when he speaks to them, his voice is gentle. And when he pushes Sweden down onto his back, Sweden readily yields and Denmark readily settles into place beside him-- both ever content to follow his lead.
He should have Denmark lay Sweden on his back and fuck him face-to-face at least once, Norway thinks. He would look good straining against Denmark's grip on his hips, working in vain to rock back and meet each thrust-- tension and need wound taut in every muscle. They are more alike than they think, both tall and broadly built, with centuries of the same weathering etched into their bodies. Alike enough that he'd be a fool to waste the chance to appreciate the way their forms are mirrored when Denmark wraps himself around Sweden from behind like this.
And Sweden is doing well. Patient, and not greedy in spite of his obvious want. Norway supposes some reward is due for that much. He settles a hand beneath Sweden's jaw, guiding him to look up.
"Good," he tells him. His hand is firm, but his voice is gentle. To Denmark: "Slower. Let'm feel it." Denmark obeys, abandoning his rhythm for one that will undoubtedly burn. Sweden allows his eyes to fall shut, inhaling through his nose as he is filled. Exhaling as Denmark draws out. And then again. And again. And again. Norway settles back to watch, one arm supporting his weight, the other slipping between his legs to cup his erection. He's amazed he hasn't come twice over already; it was a near thing, too, when Denmark was bent between Sweden's legs to ease him open, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Sweden's cock as he worked and moaning for the pleasure of its warmth on his tongue.
He punctuates each stroke inside Sweden with one of his own. Over Sweden's shoulder, Denmark smiles, gives a conspiratorial wink, and then closes his teeth down over the soft juncture of his neck. It seems almost tender, more so than even the kiss that follows as apology. Sweden's hips stutter for just an instant. There's sure to be a spot on the sheets to match. For a moment, Norway considers laying beneath them and letting Sweden rut against him. Instead, he moves closer, bringing his cock to Sweden's lips. Sweden stretches to meet him.
It takes willpower and control Norway knows he possesses but could care less to exercise not to buck into his throat. Though he doesn't doubt that Sweden would take it and with pleasure, he shifts, grazing the edge of Sweden's mouth and rubbing against his cheek. Sweden gasps --at least in some part in disappointment-- and turns his head to mouth at the base of Norway's cock. Again Norway rewards him, carding his fingers through Sweden's hair, down his scalp and over his neck to take himself in hand once more. He intends to get himself off using Sweden's face, but Sweden groans as he feels Norway moving against him, and parts his lips as if begging.
He has been on his best behavior this long. Norway supposes he can indulge him that much as well. Sweden's mouth is warm around him, his throat at ease to be filled. When he groans a second time, Norway can feel the reverberations all the way up his chest-- or perhaps it's just sympathy. It's certainly sympathy that makes Denmark's rhythm falter, and he'd probably curse if he'd had the presence of mind to speak. Denmark lowers himself down until his chest is flush against Sweden's back, grips Sweden's hair at the roots and pulls his head back, and touches his lips to the corner of his mouth, where Norway's slick skin lies exposed to the air. Norway comes, more suddenly and much harder than he has in many, many years.
Sweden comes not long after, swallowing him down and working his softening cock with his tongue in time with Denmark inside him. Overstimulated, perhaps, to the point of discomfort, but unequivocally enjoying every minute of it. Eager to not be left behind, Denmark looks to Norway for approval --a nod that passes first from him to Sweden-- before speeding up in earnest. He tenses at last, easing through his own orgasm with short rocks of hips. Sweden, still sensitive, shivers with each. Were Norway a younger man, that scene might be all the inspiration needed to have him hard again. In the interim, he settles for a kiss from each of them, and one, halting and careful, between their selves. And a warm cloth, next, for what's left of the mess. When he wipes them clean, his hand is firm upon them; when he speaks to them, his voice is gentle. And when he pushes Sweden down onto his back, Sweden readily yields and Denmark readily settles into place beside him-- both ever content to follow his lead.
There's a lot of emphasis placed on other nations not understanding Romano, misinterpreting his tsundereness, and unintentionally hurting his feelings. I've seen a lot of hurt and comfort fics based on Nation A apologizing to Romano after this happens, but never the other way around. With his constant stream of insults, it's more than likely Romano has occasionally said something harsher than intended.
I'd like to see something where Romano finds out Nation A is upset because of what he said, and feels guilty although he didn't intend for it to happen. I want to see Romano being the bigger person, finding a way to make it up to Nation A. But I'd like him in character, being too embarrassed to apologize outright, so doing nice things in his adorably awkward style. Grouchily buying them lunch when they realize they forgot their wallet, offering to help out, etc.
-My preferences for Nation A are (in this order): Prussia, Greece, N. Italy, America, Germany, Spain (though OP isn't big on spamano, and would prefer a different Nation A)
-A NSFW fill would be fine, but please make Romano's apology more than just free sex.
-The fill can be started at either point in this plot timeline: when Romano insults Nation A, or when he discovers Nation A is upset and gets to work apologizing
Bonuses
1. Nation A is Prussia
2. Nation A is pleasantly surprised when they find out Romano is trying to apologize, and is very touched
I'd like to see something where Romano finds out Nation A is upset because of what he said, and feels guilty although he didn't intend for it to happen. I want to see Romano being the bigger person, finding a way to make it up to Nation A. But I'd like him in character, being too embarrassed to apologize outright, so doing nice things in his adorably awkward style. Grouchily buying them lunch when they realize they forgot their wallet, offering to help out, etc.
-My preferences for Nation A are (in this order): Prussia, Greece, N. Italy, America, Germany, Spain (though OP isn't big on spamano, and would prefer a different Nation A)
-A NSFW fill would be fine, but please make Romano's apology more than just free sex.
-The fill can be started at either point in this plot timeline: when Romano insults Nation A, or when he discovers Nation A is upset and gets to work apologizing
Bonuses
1. Nation A is Prussia
2. Nation A is pleasantly surprised when they find out Romano is trying to apologize, and is very touched
Hello anon!
After seeing this request i decided i really wanted to have a crack at this one, seeing as this is just too cute to pass up (*cough*ialsolikeprumano*).
Hope to post soon~
A!Anon.
After seeing this request i decided i really wanted to have a crack at this one, seeing as this is just too cute to pass up (*cough*ialsolikeprumano*).
Hope to post soon~
A!Anon.
I don't usually like Itacest, but this idea won't leave me alone...
Completely accidentally, N Italy spots S Italy having sex with another nation (I'd prefer m/m with S Italy in the uke position,) And seeing his brother like that completely turns him on. He starts to purposefully go out of his way to see him in sexual situations. He doesn't feel excited by the idea of touching him himself, but seeing him with someone else is the hottest thing ever. I'm not fond of America/S Italy, but I'm pretty much fine with any other pairing(s).
Bonus 1: The fic takes place over a long period of time (centuries?is shot) and S Italy isn't in a set relationship during that time, so N Italy sees him with multiple nations.
Bonus 2: For a darker twist, after a while, N Italy becomes so obsessed he purposefully starts setting scenarios up. Getting S Italy drunk with another nation, or even slipping him aphrodisiacs so he gets the chance to see him have sex.
Bonus 3: If you're at all inspired for a lengthier fic, and specifically if you include Bonus 2, there is a confrontation between someone and N Italy about this, and that this is not ok.
Completely accidentally, N Italy spots S Italy having sex with another nation (I'd prefer m/m with S Italy in the uke position,) And seeing his brother like that completely turns him on. He starts to purposefully go out of his way to see him in sexual situations. He doesn't feel excited by the idea of touching him himself, but seeing him with someone else is the hottest thing ever. I'm not fond of America/S Italy, but I'm pretty much fine with any other pairing(s).
Bonus 1: The fic takes place over a long period of time (centuries?
Bonus 2: For a darker twist, after a while, N Italy becomes so obsessed he purposefully starts setting scenarios up. Getting S Italy drunk with another nation, or even slipping him aphrodisiacs so he gets the chance to see him have sex.
Bonus 3: If you're at all inspired for a lengthier fic, and specifically if you include Bonus 2, there is a confrontation between someone and N Italy about this, and that this is not ok.
AU where Italy is a prostitute/courtesan/whatever in a very classy, pricey brothel, and Germany is one of his clients. Go from there.
Bonus 1: Germany doesn't always go to Italy for sex, sometimes he just goes there to talk, but he still pays
Bonus 2: Germany loses his virginity to Italy
Bonus 3: my soul for a non-modern AU (1700s analogue except more accepting of m/m relationships for my soul and firstborn)
Bonus 1: Germany doesn't always go to Italy for sex, sometimes he just goes there to talk, but he still pays
Bonus 2: Germany loses his virginity to Italy
Bonus 3: my soul for a non-modern AU (1700s analogue except more accepting of m/m relationships for my soul and firstborn)
There's tons of requests and fics about if Russia ruled the world, but I want one where it goes the other way. Whether if the Cold War actually became a war and US just decided to go for it or different circumstances. He decides that keep your friends close and your enemies closer is a good saying and keeps Russia as his favorite play thing. Russia being stubborn and refusing to submit even after it's all said and done. Then hard non-con. As violent, fucked up, and sick as you can imaging. I can take it :)
Bonus if you work in Russia and China somehow being buddies throughout.
Rainbow cupcakes and handjobs if you can make it as dark as possible.
Bonus if you work in Russia and China somehow being buddies throughout.
Rainbow cupcakes and handjobs if you can make it as dark as possible.
I literally had an RP a couple months back that was EXACTLY THIS so I may fill... No promises though. As I've been pretty under the weather lately :(
The BTT go over to England's house one day, arriving unannounced and managing to interrupt him in the process of one of his spells. As a result, they're all turned into young children. England, who doesn't want to have to deal with the reactions of various nations (i.e. Germany and S.Italy's furious shouting), decides that he'll look after them until he can fix them.
Wanted: lots and lots of fluff and England slowly going out of his mind as he runs about the house trying to keep these three kids from any trouble, even though he's horribly busy with paperwork and running a nation and that sort of thing, and incredibly stressed out.
Bonuses:
1. The three are actually /aiming/ to make England as stressed out as possible, but this leads to him losing his temper. All of a sudden, it's not so funny, and the kids look so terribly hurt, on the verge of tears, that England proceeds to spoil them.
2. England falls asleep watching TV or something and the kids bring blankets and curl up with him on the sofa.
3. After this, they realise how stressed and overworked England is and start to try and help around the house and be extra nice to him.
Wanted: lots and lots of fluff and England slowly going out of his mind as he runs about the house trying to keep these three kids from any trouble, even though he's horribly busy with paperwork and running a nation and that sort of thing, and incredibly stressed out.
Bonuses:
1. The three are actually /aiming/ to make England as stressed out as possible, but this leads to him losing his temper. All of a sudden, it's not so funny, and the kids look so terribly hurt, on the verge of tears, that England proceeds to spoil them.
2. England falls asleep watching TV or something and the kids bring blankets and curl up with him on the sofa.
3. After this, they realise how stressed and overworked England is and start to try and help around the house and be extra nice to him.
Aaaaah, seconded so hard! This would be great~
Highschool AU. Alfred is the star of the _______ team and very popular, the 'golden boy', and all that. Arthur, on the other hand, is rather unpopular, and frequently bullied by the _______team. Not too drastically, so no beating him up in dark corridors kind of thing. More like they shove him around a little, take his things, and call him names kind of bullying. Whether Alfred participates or is at the sidelines is up to you.
However, one day, Arthur shows up with a great big shiner on one eye. The jocks are all kind of confused, as they're pretty sure that they didn't give him /that/ one. Arthur, as usual, is all scowly and defensive.
Eventually, Alfred confronts Arthur, for one looking quite serious, and questions him about it. He reveals that he knows what it's like to be abused (although not in those exact words) and let's him know that he's there, if he wants someone to talk to about it, or needs help or a place to stay.
From there on, Alfred starts being considerably more decent, stopping his friends from harrassing Arthur and sitting with him at lunches because he looks kind of lonely. They become friends. Eventually, in a relationship?
Bonus 1. Alfred understands from his past (as he's adopted and so abuse has stopped) that it's not as simple as just telling someone and Is very sensitive to the topic.
Bonus 2. Alfred helps patch Arthur up one day when it's particularly bad, although Arthur still comes up with all sorts of excuses.
Bonus 3. At one point, they argue and Alfred loses his temper and nearly hits Arthur, but stops himself. The other is shaken and so Alfred immediately calms down, apologises, and proceeds to comfort him.
However, one day, Arthur shows up with a great big shiner on one eye. The jocks are all kind of confused, as they're pretty sure that they didn't give him /that/ one. Arthur, as usual, is all scowly and defensive.
Eventually, Alfred confronts Arthur, for one looking quite serious, and questions him about it. He reveals that he knows what it's like to be abused (although not in those exact words) and let's him know that he's there, if he wants someone to talk to about it, or needs help or a place to stay.
From there on, Alfred starts being considerably more decent, stopping his friends from harrassing Arthur and sitting with him at lunches because he looks kind of lonely. They become friends. Eventually, in a relationship?
Bonus 1. Alfred understands from his past (as he's adopted and so abuse has stopped) that it's not as simple as just telling someone and Is very sensitive to the topic.
Bonus 2. Alfred helps patch Arthur up one day when it's particularly bad, although Arthur still comes up with all sorts of excuses.
Bonus 3. At one point, they argue and Alfred loses his temper and nearly hits Arthur, but stops himself. The other is shaken and so Alfred immediately calms down, apologises, and proceeds to comfort him.
Seconded! Ahh, this would be so cute. (Though...maybe there's something like this already? Looks kinda familiar...Or it could just be me)
By which I don't mean that they necessarily have lots of sex partners or avoid long-term relationships, but that having sex is like giving a hug - so no one blinks an eye if people are having sex in public, and it's not remarkable, etc.
My only hang-ups: please don't make this an AU where incest or pedophilia is okay, and please make America and England each other's only sexual partners (involving others in their sex for fun and stuff is cool, but no one as part of their established relationship).
My only hang-ups: please don't make this an AU where incest or pedophilia is okay, and please make America and England each other's only sexual partners (involving others in their sex for fun and stuff is cool, but no one as part of their established relationship).
SECONDED!!!
Soooo... I aint gonna lie, I like kinky stuff. And Omegaverse. So I came up with this.
During Omegas heats, they can sometimes get violent in their desperate need. So, there Alphas have to tie them down to prevent themselves from hurting themselves or others.
What I want is USUK, in that order, with Arthur going into heat. But it has to be in a public place, without Alfred. And he starts to get desperate. Alfred finds out somehow, you choose how, and rushes to him. He has to get him home before anything happens. What follows it up to you! *Cough*Smut please*Cough*
Bonus!
1 ~ Other Alphas start to notice Arthur as he goes into heat and begins to get a little creepy.
2 ~ Arthur still retains his tsundere even during his heat. Though, only around others. Once Alfred arrives, I want desperate!Iggy.
During Omegas heats, they can sometimes get violent in their desperate need. So, there Alphas have to tie them down to prevent themselves from hurting themselves or others.
What I want is USUK, in that order, with Arthur going into heat. But it has to be in a public place, without Alfred. And he starts to get desperate. Alfred finds out somehow, you choose how, and rushes to him. He has to get him home before anything happens. What follows it up to you! *Cough*Smut please*Cough*
Bonus!
1 ~ Other Alphas start to notice Arthur as he goes into heat and begins to get a little creepy.
2 ~ Arthur still retains his tsundere even during his heat. Though, only around others. Once Alfred arrives, I want desperate!Iggy.
The Nations start talking about the heritage that their people are. A few of the nations mention a person or two that they have crossed paths with.
Bonus: Some nations being grossed out about the mixed heritage because of the other nation (not with the people themselves)
Bonus 2: It started because someone asked during a meeting (or mentioned it due to passing one of their citizens) and it steered off track
Anon apologizes if this doesn't make sense. And feel free to delete if this has already been requested.
Bonus: Some nations being grossed out about the mixed heritage because of the other nation (not with the people themselves)
Bonus 2: It started because someone asked during a meeting (or mentioned it due to passing one of their citizens) and it steered off track
Anon apologizes if this doesn't make sense. And feel free to delete if this has already been requested.
Do you mean ethnicity instead of heritage?
For example how many ethnic Russians have married ethnic Jews and are now of mixed ethnic descent?
I could write this, but I am not sure if it would be appropriate for this meme, since it brings up delicate issues for some. More so since this topic can raise the issue of mixed race children who, mixed raced couples aside, were often times the product of war rape. Take the Democratic Republic Of Congo for example, where there are over 500,000 rapes annually and it is so common, that the people there consider it a fact of life and where it is being used as a weapon of war to destroy the ethnic heritage of the various tribes and groups that are fighting there currently.
While it would be all too easy to have Germany as the one being disgusted, plenty of other countries have exhibited xenophobia as well. For example recently where the United States sent an official to China who is of mixed European and Chinese descent and the man was called a 'Banana' by the Chinese press, a racist term meaning yellow (Read : Chinese) on the outside but white (Read : European) on the inside.
I am willing to take on the challenge of filling this, but I would need clarification on how far you want to take it, because there are fine lines between xenophobia, racism and that PC term intolerance.
I would want Mod approval before posting such a fill here and if I can not, then I would be willing to fill this privately and post it elsewhere, but since I keep such stories locked and private on my accounts, it would require making one or both of us no longer anonymous or even me just creating a new account and stashing this there and then you contacting me and me moving it to one of my main accounts in order to preserve my anonymity.
By the way, I'm willing to take this as far as you want, since I believe that if we can write about rape and other such things that there are pretty much no limits here, but I do not want my fill devolve into some bickering political and racial drama, since this is a good meme and I want to keep it that way.
For example how many ethnic Russians have married ethnic Jews and are now of mixed ethnic descent?
I could write this, but I am not sure if it would be appropriate for this meme, since it brings up delicate issues for some. More so since this topic can raise the issue of mixed race children who, mixed raced couples aside, were often times the product of war rape. Take the Democratic Republic Of Congo for example, where there are over 500,000 rapes annually and it is so common, that the people there consider it a fact of life and where it is being used as a weapon of war to destroy the ethnic heritage of the various tribes and groups that are fighting there currently.
While it would be all too easy to have Germany as the one being disgusted, plenty of other countries have exhibited xenophobia as well. For example recently where the United States sent an official to China who is of mixed European and Chinese descent and the man was called a 'Banana' by the Chinese press, a racist term meaning yellow (Read : Chinese) on the outside but white (Read : European) on the inside.
I am willing to take on the challenge of filling this, but I would need clarification on how far you want to take it, because there are fine lines between xenophobia, racism and that PC term intolerance.
I would want Mod approval before posting such a fill here and if I can not, then I would be willing to fill this privately and post it elsewhere, but since I keep such stories locked and private on my accounts, it would require making one or both of us no longer anonymous or even me just creating a new account and stashing this there and then you contacting me and me moving it to one of my main accounts in order to preserve my anonymity.
By the way, I'm willing to take this as far as you want, since I believe that if we can write about rape and other such things that there are pretty much no limits here, but I do not want my fill devolve into some bickering political and racial drama, since this is a good meme and I want to keep it that way.
Male Nation/Liechtenstein + Switzerland - Unexpected acceptance
(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)There's a lot of fics that play up Vash's overprotective nature, but Liechtenstein is generally shown to be rather social. I'd like to see something where a male nation takes an interest in her, but is terrified of what Vash might do to him for even looking. He's so scared that he works himself up, and comes up with different scenarios of what could happen. When he finally does get the nerve to ask her out, he hopes they can keep it a secret for a bit (whether he actually says this or not is up to anon), but Liechtenstein doesn't like to keep secrets so he reluctantly agrees to meet with Vash. To his surprise, other than making the nation promise not to hurt Liechtenstein, Vash is very nonchalant and calm about the matter.
Or maybe he goes to Vash first, hoping a traditional method to gain him favor before asking Liechtenstein out. If anon goes with this route, I'd like Vash's reaction to be a bit confused, and slighty annoyed, because he feels this is a matter that should rest solely on Liechtenstein, no matter his own oppinion.
Or maybe he goes to Vash first, hoping a traditional method to gain him favor before asking Liechtenstein out. If anon goes with this route, I'd like Vash's reaction to be a bit confused, and slighty annoyed, because he feels this is a matter that should rest solely on Liechtenstein, no matter his own oppinion.
step by step (Iceland/Liechtenstein + Switzerland) [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-03-31 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)Hello OP, I'm not sure if you're still around and if this is what you had in mind, but I hope that you enjoy it anyway. English is not my native tongue so I apologize if I made in major mistakes.
Iceland is a human wreck. A complete wreck. There's no way he will ever be repaired again. He just needs to look at her and suddenly he starts shaking, stutters in an absurd mixture of English and Icelandic and his heartbeat goes mad. In other words: he's head over heels in love.
There's just a little problem …
“You're gawking at her again.” Norway doesn't even look up, while he continues to take notes in a neat handwriting that is way to accurate for Iceland's liking.
Iceland blushes and it feels like his head is about to explode because of heat, as he throws himself back with such a power that the backrest of his chair squeaks. “Am not!” He crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mixture of shame and anger and stares at his brother.
The hint of a more than amused smile dances over Norway's lips. “Yes, you were, lillebror. And I think she has noticed it as well.”
The reddish tone on Iceland's cheeks is getting darker. “What should she have noticed? There's nothing to notice!”
“Ah well”, is Norway's dry reply, “and I guess nothing is also the reason you're blushing so cute.”
“Stop calling me cute!” Iceland's voice is louder than it was meant to be. And the jumping up part like a scalded cat hadn't been part of his plan. Not that he had a plan in first place…
No matter what, now he has the attention from nearly every country in this room. Even England, who is actually way to busy with showering his French archenemy with swear words that would be worth censoring, shots Iceland a confused look. And Switzerland who still points a gun at Prussia's face (Why is Prussia even here? He's not a real nation anymore!) has stopped and is starring skeptical at him. Prussia's luck, Iceland's misfortune.
With a sound that reminds of a helpless little puppy, Iceland is falling down on his chair again. And then Norway is not even able to bite back a muttered little “Cute” that only Iceland can hear, the poor boy buries his head between his arms and wishes for nothing more than a hole he can fall into, while Germany continues with the meeting.
“I think you should ask her if she wants to go out with you.”
Denmark is drunk. That's nothing special (even if Iceland doesn't doubt that he would say something like that sober – he is Denmark and Denmark has no sense of tact at all), after all today is one of these days, then he takes his car, drives over the German border and comes back with a car trunk full with beer bottles. Naturally only because it's so cheap over there and even a nation has to save money from time to time. (Of course, what other reason would there be?)
Iceland ignores him (that's always the smartest way to handle a drunk Denmark) and stuffs licorice from the bag that Denmark had bought him in a gas station near the border into his mouth (German licorice is not as good as what he's used to, but it's better than nothing) while he pets Mr. Puffin, who is sleeping on his lap.
“You know”, Denmark hiccups, “When you're not careful enough someone's going steal her away from you.”
Iceland can feel the blush creeping up his face, but he doesn't care. It's not like Denmark would notice something like that anyway. He is way too concentrated on his beer. “Nobody's going steal her away from me, 'cause she isn't even mine to begin with.” The defiance seems to come in his voice all by itself.
“And exactly that is the problem!” Denmark laughs – it's a wild and drunk laugh – while Iceland goes back to his originally way of handling all this and stuffs another licorice in his mouth, before he says something stupid again. (It's terrifying how many things Denmark sometimes seems to remember after one of his drinking nights.)
Finland crosses his fingers and smiles encouragingly at him and Iceland is thankful – even though he just nods and turns around. He knows that his whole family wishes him luck. That Norway is probably smiling mysteriously. That Denmark is jumping around like the hyperactive dog he really is. And that Sweden backs him up in his own calm and quiet way.
And even if Iceland expect it, somehow it helps him to find the courage he needs in order to do what he had wanted to do for a pretty long time now.
Liechtenstein is standing in a corner and she and Hungary are chattering happily. They laugh. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt their conversation? After all that's impolite and Iceland doesn't want to seem like an impolite person in front of her. It sure is better than he just turns around before he annoys one of them.
He casts a glance over his shoulder. Everything is as he had expected it to be. An encouraging Finland, a hyperactive Denmark, a quiet Sweden and a smiling Norway who snaps in the direction of the little Central European nation.
Iceland understands the broad hint. He swallows hard. It seems like a big chunk had been forming in his throat that just wouldn't want to go away. “You can do it!”, he mutters more to himself than to anyone else and then his fingers have already touched her shoulder.
Liechtenstein turns around alarmed and for just one second – that feels like an hour – his heart stays still, because – damn – she's beautiful. He inhales sharply. No, she's absolutely gorgeous. Like an angel. With her short blonde locks that seem to be nearly golden in the incidental sunlight and those big, deep green eyes which normally remind of thick forests, but look more like a scared deer right now.
The already well-known blush is back on his cheeks and his hand wanders up on its own to scratch the back of his head. “Uh, sorry”, he presses through his lips that seem to be as dry as sandpaper, “I didn't mean to scare you.” He mentally slaps himself. 'I didn't mean to scare you'. Wow. Just wow. Very intelligent and creative. Congratulations Iceland.
From the corner of his eyes he can see the knowing smile appear on Hungary's lips which really doesn't help him to get past his fear. She mutters something about “Austria”, “getting lost” and “searching for him” and than she walks away with a grin that seems to get bigger every second.
Liechtenstein gazes after her for a few moments, before she turns around to him. “It's not a problem, Iceland.” She smiles shyly, her fingers brush lightly over her lower arm and Iceland notices with a little (enormous) shock that she feels uncomfortable, that she doesn't know what to say or do, because she hardly knows him and that the overwhelming silence stresses her.
“I, uh, I”, he begins uncertain and is about to take another desperate glance over his shoulder, “I just wanted to ask if you perhaps would like to do something together one day or other, since … since we're both countries that other people tend to forget and so we should try to hold together and …” He can't finish the sentence, because he simply doesn't know what to say anymore. Iceland's throat feels as dry as a desert and he has the feeling that a glass of water wouldn't be that much of a bad idea right now (maybe it would even help against his red cheeks?).
Liechtenstein's face brightens noticeably. Her smile becomes broad and free and Iceland can't help but exhale relieved when the conspicuous discomfort disappears from her face. “Yes, I would love to do something with you!”
They talk about this and that. Unimportant things that Iceland nearly can't remember when he finally returns to his family with steps which are so much more livelier than usual. What he remembers, however, is her smiling face with the hint of freckles on her cheeks and the small, almost invisible scar at her hairline.
Iceland has never felt so light in his life and if he wouldn't be too busy thinking about Liechtenstein he would probably be scared of just taking off and flying away like a balloon. At this very moment he's so happy he would hug Denmark – Damn! – he would even call Norway bróðir.
She loves the ocean. That is one thing Iceland has found out pretty quick and it surprised him, to say at least. After all she's a land locked country. None of her borders meet the sea. He isn't even sure if she has ever learned how to swim.
But he's last one who's going to complain about her unusual love for the rough ocean. Since it always brings her back to him and there's nothing on this world that makes him happier than her standing in front of his shack with this old, brown leather bag tight in her hands and an excusing smile on her lips.
She comes by more often recently and Iceland hopes that it's not just because of the ocean. But also maybe, just maybe, because of him. Because she misses him, because she wants to see him, because she actually enjoys spending time with him.
Iceland gets up from the white painted terrace of the small, black cottage with the bright orange-red roof. Of the many houses and cottages that he has owned in his life, this one is one of his favorites. It lies right on the rocky coast of which jagged edges jut out into the rough sea. In the distance one can see the craggy cliffs, that become shallow coasts. Even a small, white boat, which is his pride and joy, is at anchor here.
Liechtenstein is sitting on one of the larger stones. Her legs are tucked up with her arms wrapped around them. Her navy blue dress and her short, hay-colored hair flutter in the salty sea wind. She has turned her back to him, but Iceland can imagine her expression all too well. Dreamy. Maybe a little bit longing.
Cautiously he climbs into her direction. The closer he gets, the wetter the stones get and he has to be careful that he doesn't slip. He is a little bit ashamed that her climbing skills are way more impressive than his own. But actually he shouldn't be surprised. She has told him many times about the high mountains of her homeland and Iceland has to smile when he thinks about how much her eyes sparkle whenever she talks about them.
“It's so … so beautiful.” Her voice is low, only a little more than a murmur and Iceland's cheeks flush when he finally understands what she said. After all that's a real, proper compliment, right?
“Mhh”, he nods and tries to sound as disinterested as possible which he manages to do rather bad. Liechtenstein still watches the waves and he clears his throat softly. “M-may …”, the words stumble out of his mouth awkward. He has always had problems with English when he's nervous. “May I sit next to you?”
Abruptly she turns around to face him with a quite surprised look in her eyes, as if she hadn't really notice his presence until now. But then she smiles slightly and nods. “Sure” She slips a little to make room for him and drags her navy blue dress, on which are some wet spots by now that slowly turn into a thin layer of salt, along.
Carefully Iceland sits down beside her. The stone is not really dry and he's sure that he'll have a few salty stains on his clothing later as well, but that thought disappears as quickly as it came. He supports his foothold with his hands, just to be safe, and the stone feels rough under his fingers.
“You know, Iceland,”, Liechtenstein smiles widely and he can't help, but stare at her. She's so beautiful. Just everything about her. The way she closes her eyes while laughing, how she now lets her legs dangle down the rock while slightly bobbing up and down. Just everything. “I envy you almost a little bit.” Giggling she shakes her head. “It's just so lovely here. On the contrary my home seems just ordinary.”
“Don't say something like that!” His voice is louder than he has expected it to be and when she opens her eyes in surprise, he suddenly thinks that jumping into the sea is in fact a great idea. Why did embarrassing things like that always happen to him? And why does he have to blush so easily? “I-I mean,” he starts to stutter uncertainly, “I'm sure that … that your h-home is … is very pretty too!”
A pink blush is forming on Liechtenstein's cheeks and her mouth stands slightly open as she looks almost admiringly up to him. “Th-thanks … I-Iceland” For a moment they just look at each other. No one dares to say a word and the slapping of the waves against the rocks echos in Iceland's ears.
He turns away. Maybe a little bit too hasty, but he has the feeling that is damn shyness is going to kill him any moment. From the corner of his eye he can see that Liechtenstein is also looking at the sea again. He tries to concentrated on the waves as they lap against the high cliffs or the boat which floats by so far away that's nearly just a little spot in front of the horizon. He tries to focus on anything, expect the blond girl next to him.
His eyes follow the waves' movements, watching the dirty the dirty whitecaps, when he feels something on his hand. It's warm and soft and closes around his hand which is still lying on the cold, rough stone.
The realization takes him by surprise. It's another hand! But not just any. It's Liechtenstein's. Liechtenstein's hand. Liechtenstein's hand lying upon his own. At first his heart stumbles. Then it seems to stop working at all for a pretty long and probably really unhealthy time span before it continues to beat rather uneven. He can feel how a blush creeps all the way up to his ears and his hands constantly switch between being either too hot or too cold as he glances over to her.
She's still looking at the ocean, but he catches sight of the small smile on her lips. His gaze drops down to his hand. Indeed, Liechtenstein's hand rests upon his. Her hand is significantly smaller than his own, nevertheless her slender fingers slide into his balled hand and her thumb strokes slowly over his fingers.
For a second she looks into his eyes, pressing his hand gently with her own that seems to be so much more delicate and fragile and immediately Iceland is a blushing crimson mess. His other hand seems to wander up to his face on its own and he hides himself in it (because shouldn't he be the one to take her hand and not the other way around?), even though Liechtenstein has probably already seen his red cheeks. He doesn't raise his head. Not when he gently returns the pressure and not even when he hears Liechtenstein chuckle slightly.
Iceland is a human wreck. A complete wreck. There's no way he will ever be repaired again. He just needs to look at her and suddenly he starts shaking, stutters in an absurd mixture of English and Icelandic and his heartbeat goes mad. In other words: he's head over heels in love.
There's just a little problem …
“You're gawking at her again.” Norway doesn't even look up, while he continues to take notes in a neat handwriting that is way to accurate for Iceland's liking.
Iceland blushes and it feels like his head is about to explode because of heat, as he throws himself back with such a power that the backrest of his chair squeaks. “Am not!” He crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mixture of shame and anger and stares at his brother.
The hint of a more than amused smile dances over Norway's lips. “Yes, you were, lillebror. And I think she has noticed it as well.”
The reddish tone on Iceland's cheeks is getting darker. “What should she have noticed? There's nothing to notice!”
“Ah well”, is Norway's dry reply, “and I guess nothing is also the reason you're blushing so cute.”
“Stop calling me cute!” Iceland's voice is louder than it was meant to be. And the jumping up part like a scalded cat hadn't been part of his plan. Not that he had a plan in first place…
No matter what, now he has the attention from nearly every country in this room. Even England, who is actually way to busy with showering his French archenemy with swear words that would be worth censoring, shots Iceland a confused look. And Switzerland who still points a gun at Prussia's face (Why is Prussia even here? He's not a real nation anymore!) has stopped and is starring skeptical at him. Prussia's luck, Iceland's misfortune.
With a sound that reminds of a helpless little puppy, Iceland is falling down on his chair again. And then Norway is not even able to bite back a muttered little “Cute” that only Iceland can hear, the poor boy buries his head between his arms and wishes for nothing more than a hole he can fall into, while Germany continues with the meeting.
“I think you should ask her if she wants to go out with you.”
Denmark is drunk. That's nothing special (even if Iceland doesn't doubt that he would say something like that sober – he is Denmark and Denmark has no sense of tact at all), after all today is one of these days, then he takes his car, drives over the German border and comes back with a car trunk full with beer bottles. Naturally only because it's so cheap over there and even a nation has to save money from time to time. (Of course, what other reason would there be?)
Iceland ignores him (that's always the smartest way to handle a drunk Denmark) and stuffs licorice from the bag that Denmark had bought him in a gas station near the border into his mouth (German licorice is not as good as what he's used to, but it's better than nothing) while he pets Mr. Puffin, who is sleeping on his lap.
“You know”, Denmark hiccups, “When you're not careful enough someone's going steal her away from you.”
Iceland can feel the blush creeping up his face, but he doesn't care. It's not like Denmark would notice something like that anyway. He is way too concentrated on his beer. “Nobody's going steal her away from me, 'cause she isn't even mine to begin with.” The defiance seems to come in his voice all by itself.
“And exactly that is the problem!” Denmark laughs – it's a wild and drunk laugh – while Iceland goes back to his originally way of handling all this and stuffs another licorice in his mouth, before he says something stupid again. (It's terrifying how many things Denmark sometimes seems to remember after one of his drinking nights.)
Finland crosses his fingers and smiles encouragingly at him and Iceland is thankful – even though he just nods and turns around. He knows that his whole family wishes him luck. That Norway is probably smiling mysteriously. That Denmark is jumping around like the hyperactive dog he really is. And that Sweden backs him up in his own calm and quiet way.
And even if Iceland expect it, somehow it helps him to find the courage he needs in order to do what he had wanted to do for a pretty long time now.
Liechtenstein is standing in a corner and she and Hungary are chattering happily. They laugh. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt their conversation? After all that's impolite and Iceland doesn't want to seem like an impolite person in front of her. It sure is better than he just turns around before he annoys one of them.
He casts a glance over his shoulder. Everything is as he had expected it to be. An encouraging Finland, a hyperactive Denmark, a quiet Sweden and a smiling Norway who snaps in the direction of the little Central European nation.
Iceland understands the broad hint. He swallows hard. It seems like a big chunk had been forming in his throat that just wouldn't want to go away. “You can do it!”, he mutters more to himself than to anyone else and then his fingers have already touched her shoulder.
Liechtenstein turns around alarmed and for just one second – that feels like an hour – his heart stays still, because – damn – she's beautiful. He inhales sharply. No, she's absolutely gorgeous. Like an angel. With her short blonde locks that seem to be nearly golden in the incidental sunlight and those big, deep green eyes which normally remind of thick forests, but look more like a scared deer right now.
The already well-known blush is back on his cheeks and his hand wanders up on its own to scratch the back of his head. “Uh, sorry”, he presses through his lips that seem to be as dry as sandpaper, “I didn't mean to scare you.” He mentally slaps himself. 'I didn't mean to scare you'. Wow. Just wow. Very intelligent and creative. Congratulations Iceland.
From the corner of his eyes he can see the knowing smile appear on Hungary's lips which really doesn't help him to get past his fear. She mutters something about “Austria”, “getting lost” and “searching for him” and than she walks away with a grin that seems to get bigger every second.
Liechtenstein gazes after her for a few moments, before she turns around to him. “It's not a problem, Iceland.” She smiles shyly, her fingers brush lightly over her lower arm and Iceland notices with a little (enormous) shock that she feels uncomfortable, that she doesn't know what to say or do, because she hardly knows him and that the overwhelming silence stresses her.
“I, uh, I”, he begins uncertain and is about to take another desperate glance over his shoulder, “I just wanted to ask if you perhaps would like to do something together one day or other, since … since we're both countries that other people tend to forget and so we should try to hold together and …” He can't finish the sentence, because he simply doesn't know what to say anymore. Iceland's throat feels as dry as a desert and he has the feeling that a glass of water wouldn't be that much of a bad idea right now (maybe it would even help against his red cheeks?).
Liechtenstein's face brightens noticeably. Her smile becomes broad and free and Iceland can't help but exhale relieved when the conspicuous discomfort disappears from her face. “Yes, I would love to do something with you!”
They talk about this and that. Unimportant things that Iceland nearly can't remember when he finally returns to his family with steps which are so much more livelier than usual. What he remembers, however, is her smiling face with the hint of freckles on her cheeks and the small, almost invisible scar at her hairline.
Iceland has never felt so light in his life and if he wouldn't be too busy thinking about Liechtenstein he would probably be scared of just taking off and flying away like a balloon. At this very moment he's so happy he would hug Denmark – Damn! – he would even call Norway bróðir.
She loves the ocean. That is one thing Iceland has found out pretty quick and it surprised him, to say at least. After all she's a land locked country. None of her borders meet the sea. He isn't even sure if she has ever learned how to swim.
But he's last one who's going to complain about her unusual love for the rough ocean. Since it always brings her back to him and there's nothing on this world that makes him happier than her standing in front of his shack with this old, brown leather bag tight in her hands and an excusing smile on her lips.
She comes by more often recently and Iceland hopes that it's not just because of the ocean. But also maybe, just maybe, because of him. Because she misses him, because she wants to see him, because she actually enjoys spending time with him.
Iceland gets up from the white painted terrace of the small, black cottage with the bright orange-red roof. Of the many houses and cottages that he has owned in his life, this one is one of his favorites. It lies right on the rocky coast of which jagged edges jut out into the rough sea. In the distance one can see the craggy cliffs, that become shallow coasts. Even a small, white boat, which is his pride and joy, is at anchor here.
Liechtenstein is sitting on one of the larger stones. Her legs are tucked up with her arms wrapped around them. Her navy blue dress and her short, hay-colored hair flutter in the salty sea wind. She has turned her back to him, but Iceland can imagine her expression all too well. Dreamy. Maybe a little bit longing.
Cautiously he climbs into her direction. The closer he gets, the wetter the stones get and he has to be careful that he doesn't slip. He is a little bit ashamed that her climbing skills are way more impressive than his own. But actually he shouldn't be surprised. She has told him many times about the high mountains of her homeland and Iceland has to smile when he thinks about how much her eyes sparkle whenever she talks about them.
“It's so … so beautiful.” Her voice is low, only a little more than a murmur and Iceland's cheeks flush when he finally understands what she said. After all that's a real, proper compliment, right?
“Mhh”, he nods and tries to sound as disinterested as possible which he manages to do rather bad. Liechtenstein still watches the waves and he clears his throat softly. “M-may …”, the words stumble out of his mouth awkward. He has always had problems with English when he's nervous. “May I sit next to you?”
Abruptly she turns around to face him with a quite surprised look in her eyes, as if she hadn't really notice his presence until now. But then she smiles slightly and nods. “Sure” She slips a little to make room for him and drags her navy blue dress, on which are some wet spots by now that slowly turn into a thin layer of salt, along.
Carefully Iceland sits down beside her. The stone is not really dry and he's sure that he'll have a few salty stains on his clothing later as well, but that thought disappears as quickly as it came. He supports his foothold with his hands, just to be safe, and the stone feels rough under his fingers.
“You know, Iceland,”, Liechtenstein smiles widely and he can't help, but stare at her. She's so beautiful. Just everything about her. The way she closes her eyes while laughing, how she now lets her legs dangle down the rock while slightly bobbing up and down. Just everything. “I envy you almost a little bit.” Giggling she shakes her head. “It's just so lovely here. On the contrary my home seems just ordinary.”
“Don't say something like that!” His voice is louder than he has expected it to be and when she opens her eyes in surprise, he suddenly thinks that jumping into the sea is in fact a great idea. Why did embarrassing things like that always happen to him? And why does he have to blush so easily? “I-I mean,” he starts to stutter uncertainly, “I'm sure that … that your h-home is … is very pretty too!”
A pink blush is forming on Liechtenstein's cheeks and her mouth stands slightly open as she looks almost admiringly up to him. “Th-thanks … I-Iceland” For a moment they just look at each other. No one dares to say a word and the slapping of the waves against the rocks echos in Iceland's ears.
He turns away. Maybe a little bit too hasty, but he has the feeling that is damn shyness is going to kill him any moment. From the corner of his eye he can see that Liechtenstein is also looking at the sea again. He tries to concentrated on the waves as they lap against the high cliffs or the boat which floats by so far away that's nearly just a little spot in front of the horizon. He tries to focus on anything, expect the blond girl next to him.
His eyes follow the waves' movements, watching the dirty the dirty whitecaps, when he feels something on his hand. It's warm and soft and closes around his hand which is still lying on the cold, rough stone.
The realization takes him by surprise. It's another hand! But not just any. It's Liechtenstein's. Liechtenstein's hand. Liechtenstein's hand lying upon his own. At first his heart stumbles. Then it seems to stop working at all for a pretty long and probably really unhealthy time span before it continues to beat rather uneven. He can feel how a blush creeps all the way up to his ears and his hands constantly switch between being either too hot or too cold as he glances over to her.
She's still looking at the ocean, but he catches sight of the small smile on her lips. His gaze drops down to his hand. Indeed, Liechtenstein's hand rests upon his. Her hand is significantly smaller than his own, nevertheless her slender fingers slide into his balled hand and her thumb strokes slowly over his fingers.
For a second she looks into his eyes, pressing his hand gently with her own that seems to be so much more delicate and fragile and immediately Iceland is a blushing crimson mess. His other hand seems to wander up to his face on its own and he hides himself in it (because shouldn't he be the one to take her hand and not the other way around?), even though Liechtenstein has probably already seen his red cheeks. He doesn't raise his head. Not when he gently returns the pressure and not even when he hears Liechtenstein chuckle slightly.
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