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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Any/Any - Yuri Fluff

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much what it says in the title. Any girlxgirl pairing (genderbending is fine) and a bunch of fluff. No hurt/comfort unless it's over something silly like spilling an ice cream.

And if you use nyotalia, remember that they have different personalities from hetalia. Just plain genderbends are fine too though.

Bonus: It's not Usuk, Robul, or Ruscan. But if you have an idea for them, go ahead and write it.

Eggs and A Playfight

(Anonymous) 2014-11-30 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Going with Nyo!PruAme for this. I’m crossing my fingers. Please, enjoy ^^ The title sucks, but is relevant.

The smell of fried egg and toast drifted through the house, rousing Emily from a peaceful doze after some early morning activities with her lover. Sitting up in bed, she stretched and gave a huge yawn, getting another whiff of the breakfast being cooked at the other end of the house. Grinning, she threw the sheets back and sprung out of bed, pausing long enough to grab her oversized nightshirt before taking off to the kitchen.

Emily had found herself falling head over heels for the great nation of Prussia even when she was still a colony. The first time she had laid eyes on her, she had thought her some kind of angel as she had strode across a bloodstained battlefield seeking her out. The way her hair had billowed out behind her, the highly unconventional way she dressed, the amused smile she wore as she observed the scene, all of it had struck a chord within her. And as Julia had introduced herself, Emily had felt something connect, something she had never felt before. This woman had an air to her that drew her in, making her long to always be by her. And as time passed, she had slowly made her way into her life. On the day the Berlin Wall came down, she had made sure to be there next to her sister, greeting her with open arms and later, a shy first kiss in the garden behind Germany’s house.

In the kitchen, clad in similar pajamas and wearing an apron, Julia was making quick work of the food. She grinned when she heard feet hit the floor, hurrying to arrange their food on plates before sitting them down at the table. Her silvery white hair glinted in the sunshine filtering through the windows, making it look as though it was glowing as Emily charged in. Looking up, she flashed the grin her way as she turned from the table.

“Good morning, Prinzessin*. I hope you are hungry.” Emily nodded her greeting as she returned to the counter to grab their coffee.

Emily waited patiently for the cups to be sat down on the table before wrapping her arms aroundthe other’s waist from behind. “Mmm, smells good. Thanks.” The older one leaned back into the embrace, and they shared a quick kiss over her shoulder.

They sat down, with Julia at the head of the table, and Emily to her left. Julia, taking a careful sip of coffee, watched Emily as she used her fork to press bits of egg into her toast, then take dainty bites. “You know, I never grow tired of watching you eat.”

Emily looked over at her, pausing mid-chew. “Hmm?”

Chuckling, she picked up her own fork and began to stab at the yellow fluff. “You are always so careful not to drop a crumb. It’s cute.”

Swallowing the bite in her mouth, Emily took a sip of her own coffee, and shrugged. “Well, when your mama is the main authority on how a young lady should conduct herself, well… you know.” Rolling her eyes, she returned to her food, putting a bit more egg on her toast. “Old habits die hard, sometimes not at all.”

Julia nodded. “Yes, that’s true I suppose.” Picking at her toast, she smirked. “Remind me to thank your mama later on for it.”

“Ugh. Don’t even.”

Their eyes met, and at once they both burst out laughing. Alice, the personification of the UK, could be quite cold with her approach to people. Although she did have love for her former colony, she rarely showed it. In fact, she could be quite cynical, never letting the cool and calm mask she wore falter. The woman held nothing but contempt for Julia, having stated quite clearly that not only did she disapprove of Julia being Emily’s choice for a partner, but that she disapproved of Julia altogether. Her aura of playful energy and arrogance went against what Alice thought a lady should be.

Unfortunately for the proper lady Kirkland, neither Emily or Julia really cared. It was those traits they both shared that had drawn them together, after all.

Breakfast was soon over, the time passed swapping gossip about their fellow nations. After a quick clean up, they made their way back to their room to shower and dress. They were both on vacation, and didn’t really have any plans on how to spend their free time other than with each other, but together it would be spent.

Later on, Julia had settled on the couch to watch the morning trash talk TV she had come to crave. Emily had disappeared… probably to tinker around with something before their date that afternoon. As she sat there listening to another set of paternity tests being read, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Long centuries trained in battle had taught her to be aware of her surroundings at all times. And if her senses were correct, there was someone lurking behind the couch! Since she hadn’t heard any doors or windows open, that meant it could only be one person.

“What are you planning, prinzessin?” she cooed, her eyes never leaving the set.

A muffled giggle reached her ears.

Julia shook her head slowly in mock disappointment. “Now now, what did I teach you about stalking your enemy, hmm?” Carefully, she reached over and grabbed a throw pillow, as poised as a cat. “You must never make a sound!”

On the last word she spun around in her seat and swiped the pillow over the back of the couch, only to be met with the cold splurt of water catching her between the eyes, making her freeze in place.

“Ha ha ha! And if I remember correctly, you told me to always keep an eye on the prize, so you don’t get caught off guard!” Emily was standing in front of her, one of her old t-shirts tied off exposing her midriff, her cut-off jean shorts not visible from her position. Poking her tongue out at her, she wtwirled a neon green water pistol around on her finger. “I do believe that’s one-to-zip, madam.”

Julia flashed an evil smirk, her bi-colored eyes flashing with excitement. “Oh really? Not for long, little girl.” In an instant she was over the back of the couch, and the chase was on, the TV forgotten.

They engaged in a game of chase throughout the house, dodging around corners and hiding behind furniture, both brandishing their weapons with a skill only those experienced in this sort of battle bore.

Whump! Julia had taken a swipe at Emily’s thigh, missing when she twisted around another corner and catching her on the butt, a screech followed by mad cackling coming from the mischievous blonde. Dodging another blow, Emily whirled around and caught her lover in the chest with a stream of water. Julia gasped, making a squeaky noise at the cold stream of liquid sliding down between her breasts.

They continued for a good half hour, finally wearing each other out when they made it back to the living room, where they collapsed on the couch next to each other, breathing heavily with grins on their faces.

“Well, that was fun.” Emily whooshed, slumping over to lean on Julia, her head resting on her shoulder.

With a content sigh, Julia tucked the pillow in beside her, and moved so that her arm was wrapped around the other. Pulling her close, she maneuvered them until she and Emily were a comfortable tangle of arms and legs. “Yes, a good way to kill time. Tiring, but fun.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Emily relaxed into her girlfriend’s arms, her heartbeat slowing back to a slow and steady thump as they cuddled close. “Now we’ll have to shower again before we go. We’re all sticky.”

“And whose fault is that, hmm?” Julia leaned back into the couch, settling them both in. “Although I don’t mind taking another one. We can have fun in there, too.”

Emily giggled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Julchen, you’re too much.”

She smiled at her, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead. “I know, and you love it.”

Julia had never loved anyone as much as she loved Emily. She didn’t think it possible to find someone who seemed to complete her so well. And as they sat there and caught the end of the show, she couldn’t imagine her life without her. Since that day when she had first saw her, angry and scared, covered in dirt and blood from the battle she had just been in, she had known that there was something special about her. And throughout the years, they had managed to grow closer and closer together, each smile, laugh, and tear shed strengthening the bond between them. Even when war and politics had drove a wedge between the two, somehow they had managed to find each other.

Tightening her hold on her, she buried her nose in her hair, taking in her scent, content in the knowledge she could spend the rest of her existence just like this. Whatever time she had left, anyway.

The End

AN – Prinzessin means Princess in German. Idk, seems like something Julia would call Emily. I used the character descriptions from the Wiki, but I might have strayed off path so I could inject what I hope is fluff. I hope this is what you are looking for OP. If not, I apologize. Thanks for the great prompt, I enjoyed writing this.


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FrUS - Jazz age bonding

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What I'd like to see is America and France bonding over mutual love of jazz during the 1920s.

Shipping is fine (and encouraged), but no porn please.

Whiskey and Wine

(Anonymous) 2015-02-16 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry if I'm doing this wrong, this is my first fill! ^.^ I saw this and had to do it. Won't be very shippy, though, terribly sorry. But there IS bonding!

Warnings for alcohol.


The 'Sweet Serenade' was nearly legend in New York's gritty underground. Rumour had it that several men had been murdered on it's premises during the bar's lifetime, and honestly no one was expecting otherwise. It's residents were slick as they were sticky -sticking to the bottom of the barrel that made up the Big Apple's respectable society, yet oily and perverse enough to con and claw their way to greatness with little to no questions asked, if you knew the right people. From it's moonshine liquor, smoke-laden interior, however, there was one thing that drew them back. And that was the music.

Music. Universally, it seems to be the thing that all mankind can enjoy together, besides a good shot of vodka and the satisfaction of a job well done. Music hold sway over people's minds, when woven together by the right hands, and delivered with enough strength. Perhaps that's what kept them rolling in to the rundown bar off of Beufort and 89th. It most certainly wasn't the service.

When an artist came to the 'Sweet Serenade,' it meant that they were at the last of their options. Good men fell hard during what seemed to be such a 'rich' and 'glorious' point in history. Some men had never seen past the grit and grime and devastation that infested New York's grisly underbelly. Many didn't want to. They grew like crustaceans on its filth, and flourished on its excess.

But always, the music called them back. Soulful, bitter, the last outcries of people whose remaining hopes were being drowned out by the clamped of the rich and their own moonshine. The brutal hopelessness. Yeah, that's probably what did it. Commiseration and condescension blur when your livelihood's been hung out to dry.

'Sweet Serenade' suffered from a severe case of dilapidation. It's wallpaper, antique and cheap and modeled after that of an Edwardian aristocrat, was peeling and yellowing at its edges, permanently smelling of smoke and salt and whiskey. It's doors, when opened, greeted one with a sense of drowning, being enveloped by the intoxicating unknown. Crooked barstools obscured the view of its bartender, said to have run the pub since it's opening oh so long ago. There were no windows at its exterior, nor a sign to mark it's place among the faceless conglomeration of brick and mortar that built up New York's lower class. But somehow, it's wretched children kept flowing in, and 'Serenade' greeted them with molding, decrepit arms.


There were certain things that one did not do while in visitation at the 'Sweet Serenade.' Talk of politics, for starters, was frowned upon severely, as all such recognition of the real world and it's problems was left at the door (along with your coat and wallet to make sure you paid your due). All damaged invoked by the inevitable brawls of every so often were to be paid in full by contribution from every party involved. It was popular belief that 'Serenade' was the crime family of Vargas' favorite location of business, and so any desire to skimp out on this rule was crushed relatively quickly. And perhaps most importantly, there was to be no pestering of the pub's jovial, bespectacled bartender. And so it was nothing to bat an eye at when three men, quite drunk off of their right minds, started tormenting the man, that several willing parties stepped in. Most were not of note, regulars and followers of the crowd the like, but one in particular stood out from among the rest. He had spent the evening simply sitting and listening to the music, so it was a surprise to all when he stood at an insult to the bartender's character, and slugged the offender across the face.

His smile was crooked and roguish, sure to have brought several dolls to swooning, and his manner light. "Monsieur, I do apologize for that," he remarked, regarding the fallen drunk with a cold glint in his rather shocking eyes. The bartender was unamused, and the fallen drunk's allies were frothing at the mouth.

"What's the big idea?!" One of them yelled, fist curling over his thumb in manner that clearly showed him to be an amateur of brawling. The other seemed much more hammered, and therefore that much more dangerous.

"Ah'm... Gonna... Killya..!" A knife made a sloppy appearance, shining dangerously in the pub's low light, but before a move could be made, the bartender took out a shotgun -heavy and intimidating and in all likelihood, unloaded. However, the men, in their drunken and fazed logic, did not catch this, and stumbled back. Their senses of self-preservation seemed to rule over avenging their fallen comrade in this situation.

"I'd really doubt that, Mister," 'Serenade's' bartender grinned ruthlessly, perhaps enjoying the suffering of his would-be attackers a little too much. "Now scram before you end up scum on my wall."

In record time the two high-tailed it out of the 'Sweet Serenade,' and its bartender's shotgun was put away as if the incident never happened. The man clicked his fingers, and two boys appeared -seemingly out of nowhere- to carry the unconscious leader out the door. The bartender watched them leave for but a moment before turning to his 'savior' and grinning widely, straightening his glasses as he did so.

"Hi there, then! Name's Alfred!" He extended his hand, worn and calloused around the edges as all men's from the rougher parts of the city were. The other man regarded Alfred's hand for but a second before grasping it firmly in both of his own and smiling widely.

"And I am called Francis Bonnefouy. It is wonderful to meet you, Alfred." Francis' accent brought a whole new sound to Alfred's name, and all the bartender knew was that he'd liked it. Alfred's expression settled at its normal smirk, and he began wiping down his counter, the movements almost seeming involuntary.

"Gee, thanks for helpin' me put there, pal. I could've handled 'em, but with the deader outta the way, my job was a lot easier."

Francis shook his head, his long, archaically-styled hair swaying as he did so. "There is no need to thank me, honestly. I am sure any here would have done the same."

Casting an evaluating eye over Francis', and apparently liking what he saw, Alfred clapped the other man's shoulder over the counter and laughed , quite loudly. This seemed to set everyone else in the establishment at ease once more, because everything that had paused to watch the impending bar brawl began moving again. Alfred stepped out from behind his bar, a glass of whiskey in hand and his towel slum haphazardly over his shoulder. "Still, I owe you, pal. So what'll it be? Hey, anything you want, it's on the house." Francis' look turned sly, but he seemed to push the thoughts away, and shrugged.

"What is your best wine?"

Alfred blinked, taken aback. "Our best wine? Hell, friend, to tell you the truth, I don't even think we have wine to begin with!" He laughed good-naturedly, but, upon catching the rather serious look on Francis' face, shrugged. "'Suppose it wouldn't hurt to look..." Alfred ducked behind his bar once more, the distinct sound of clattering glass and creaking wood following wherever he went. Francis honestly wondered how Alfred managed to keep the 'Sweet Serenade' as clean as he already did with how careless and reckless his attitude seemed to be. Alfred's head eventually stuck itself over the bar, an irrepressible cowlick nearly all Francis could see. "You from 'round here? I mean, I haven't seen you before, and with that accent of yours I'd assume not, but..."

Francis chuckled and shook his head. "No, I am not. I am a Parisienne, born and bred. And yourself?"

Alfred disappeared once again with a cock of his head, huffing. "Been here long enough, I reckon." There was a muffled "Ah-ha!", and Alfred emerged once more, this time with a bottle held proudly in his hand. He extended it out to Francis, pride evident on his rather easy-to-read features. "There ya' go, pal. 'Sweet Serenade's' finest, on the house."

As Francis turned the bottle over in his hands, Alfred set a glass at his side, obviously intended for a drink other than wine. Francis decided not to comment, instead taken aback by the surprisingly quality wine presented him. "A port! And from le Chateu de la Prisque, no less! I must say, I am impressed." Francis nodded in respect to Alfred, and the younger man grinned brightly, leaning against the bar excitedly.

"Really?! That's perfect! I have no idea where that's from... Still! It'd be a waste not to enjoy it, then!" Alfred provided Francis with a corkscrew, and pulled out his own canteen of moonshine whiskey, pouring himself another glass. Francis couldn't help but turn his nose up in disgust at the crude liquor in front of him. Alfred laughed, the sound absorbed easily by the dirt-awful acoustics at the pub. "What, the Frenchie can't handle a bit 'a moonshine?"

Francis humphed, opening his bottle and spinning it's contents methodically before pouring a glass of the strong-smelling port carefully, aerating it as he went. "I simply have more refined tastes, mon ami. Try this, see if it is to your liking."

Without hesitation, Alfred put the proffered glass to his lips and tilted it back. Francis watched with growing curiosity. The other man blinked once, twiceF before handing the half-drained glass back to Francis and shaking his head, expression soured. "That... No."

Francis had to fight to keep his laughter under control.


"No, non, I refuse to believe it."

"Refuse all ya' want, pal, I swear to God that it's true!"

Both men dissolved into fits of laughter, their amounts of consumed alcohol definitely playing a factor to their current conversation. The night had moved on as the sat together and talked, Alfred keeping his customers happy as best as he could when slightly tipsy. Now, though, the 'Sweet Serenade' was nearly empty of life. It the musicians were still going strong, and maybe would be while Alfred was closing up.

A silence fell between the two men, and they were left to enjoy the rich chords falling from the resident pianist's fingertips. The atmosphere of the room seemed thick as molasses, and as breathable, too. Alfred held up a finger, trying to collect his thoughts and failing miserably, the effects of his moonshine taking full effect.

"'Ve always h'ted blues..." Alfred slurred confidently. Francis quirked an eyebrow, humming in agreement.

"The blues are... Not comparative... To jazz. There..." Francis had to pause for a hiccup. "There is less elegance." The long haired blond nodded, as of that explained everything.

Alfred leaned up against Francis' side, his glasses nearly slipping off the bridge of his nose a sudden wave of tiredness overtook him. "J'zz doesn't h'ave 'anything t' be s'd 'bout. Blues's d'pressing..."

The younger man dropped off to sleep, and Francis chucked, hiccuping and casting his eyes over the peculiar sight of the 'Sweet Serenade' as his own eyelids felt heavy. "Together though... I may see the appeal... They go together. Like... Like... Like whiskey and wine..."

And through the muted halls of the rust bucket tavern at the corner of Befort and 87th, a mourning cry of a saxophone signaled the end of yet another day at the 'Sweet Serenade.'


/AN: There you have it! I'm almost certain that I'm posting this wrong, but I can't think about it anymore because it's four in the morning, I have school tomorrow, and I'm awful with technology. This was incredibly fun to write! Even if I've probably done it wrong XD

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Any/Any/Any/+ -- Consensual Polyamory

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Three or more nations in a consensual polyamorous relationship with each other either during a period of political unity or the modern day. I'd like to see the ups and downs of their relationship, a glimpse of both shared household chores systems and silly arguments. I'd also appreciate all nations being of equal standing in the relationship, so each and every member involved is involved with each other. (ie. Relationships of A and B, B and C, C and A).

Bonus 1: My first choice for characters would be Germany, Prussia, N. Italy, and S, Italy, but really...anything goes.
Bonus 2: Picking up nonverbal cues from each other, being able to tell when someone's upset


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This sounds amazing!


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A!A here

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LietPolUkr - A very special but normal day.

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DenNorIce 1/? (Repost)

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A+ Anon

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Any/Any - wild sex party

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
someone (France?) hosts a party, and there's much alcohol had. What results is a wild party with many sexual shenanigans, orgies, nations having sex in different areas of the rooms at the same time, etc. basically everyone ends up naked, or partially so, and much sex is had.

bonus #1: England gets so drunk he ends up dancing naked on a table or the like. Something like in the "Nice Dover" video?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vq34yhmwLVQ

bonus #2: double penetration and/or multiple holes filled when some nations have an orgy. (and they love it.)

bonus #3: some shyer nations (Japan?) masturbating alone while most of that is going on, only to later be (happily and willingly) jumped on for their shameless exhibitionism.

Potential Fill

(Anonymous) 2014-12-07 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Are there any specific groups/pairings that you would like or characters you would prefer in various positions..? I'd be more than happy to do this very specifically, so all you gotta do is ask.

UKUS - Food Taste Test Leads To Food Porn

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
England and America make a two-part video series where they sit down and sample various foods from each of their countries. During the filming, they somehow wind up going from eating it off plates to eating it off each other. Make it funny, but with a nice dose of loving fluff. They would already be in an established relationship, so no get-together stuff please. The prompt is inspired by all the food taste test videos on YouTube, so that would be an excellent place to look for help, if you need it.

Bonus 1 - It leads to full-on smut.

Bonus 2 - It's all filmed and posted for all the other nations to see.

Bonus 3 - Other couples get inspired to do their own videos. (So if someone wants to write a fill involving another pairing using this prompt, they have a ready backstory XD)

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Yaaaaasssss this sounds sooooo kewl! Hope the fic goes well

Denmark/Luxembourg - Seducing a virgin

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Luxembourg is a nation who quite the rich prettyboy with elegant, luxorious charms to go around, and Denmark wants a piece of him. So, Denmark gives a shot at seducing him after a world meeting, and it turns out that Lux is quite the shy virgin, and very willing...


1. Oral - it is this anon's huge weakness.

2. Netherlands finds out afterwards, and he is not amused! Denmark better run fast.

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AmeLiet - Domestic Fluff

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Just as it says! The two of them being cute and domestic during the time Lithuania stayed at America's house.

Possible authornon

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Aahhh gosh, I'm really thinking about filling this one.... It's too cute to pass up!

Waffles and kisses

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GerIta- 1920s

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
So the '20s in Germany were a pretty wild time, especially in Berlin. I'd like to see Germany being, if not quite a libertine, then at least less uptight about sexual matters, and how this affects his relationship with Italy- is Italy glad that Germany's being "more like him!"? Does Germany get over himself enough to initiate sex with Italy? Go nuts, anon.

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Seconded like hell.

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Any Male/Any Male- sex toys under clothing

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
More specifically, anal beads. Nation A, who is usually the top in the relationship, makes a bet that he can deal with one of the sex toys they use up his ass without losing his cool just as well as Nation B, who is the usual bottom. Nation B takes him on and forces him to wear a string of anal beads out in public and to important meetings and such. It turns out that Nation A becomes a moaning mess within the first twenty minutes.


-Nation A coming in his pants in public

-The beads vibrate

-An extra emphasis on how full Nation A feels and how the beads move around in him and hit his prostate every so often


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France + duchess of Angoulême - during the Bourbon restoration

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Something set during the Bourbon Restoration (1814-1830), when the brother of Louis XVI was restored to the French throne along with the remaining royal family--which included the duchess of Angoulême, aka Marie Therese, daughter of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. She became well known after the restoration for her extreme piety and charity... but also her cold/rigid behavior in public and her traumatic reactions to anything to do with the revolution or her dead family.

I'd love to see something with France and the duchess during this timep period, preferably gen/not romantic.

Re: France + duchess of Angoulême - during the Bourbon restoration

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Oh my, just the historical little inspiration I've been looking for! Hmm.. Allow me today and maybe tomorrow, I'll get back to you on this at the most by the end of the weekend!

Russia x France- Peter The Great's Era

(Anonymous) 2014-11-28 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Russia's magical adventures in France with Peter the Great. Russia fucking adores France and wants to be fab like him.
Fluffy fluffs, pretty please?!?!?


(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yes yes yeees!

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Any/Any - The nations are Football/Soccer fans

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Watching the Champions League on Wednesday, my friend and I started to wonder which teams the nations would support.

So, I'd love any fic about a nation being a fanatic fan of a football team. Like, going to the stadium, trying to use their influence or just annoying their significant other (that clearly supports another team) and being melodramatic as football fans tend to be.

We guess England would support Liverpool, Germany would choose Bayern and Spain would be all about Real Madrid. Also, it's canon Romano is a Napoli fan. But, really, you should write about the team you want to! I'd really really love anything involving hetalia and football. (the players as well, maybe? some of them are really hot) xD

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
How do you feel about RusBel? I was thinking on doing a fill involving them, but I was wondering if that was okay.

RomaEng- Romantic

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hi! OP got to thinking, Rome was said to be a (rather famous) lover. And Romano's city is Rome, or at least it's one of his main ones. RomaEng is also one of OP's favorite ships. So what I'd like to see is Romano being really proud of his city, just generally proud of being Italian and not acting like some whiny spineless person and showing England around his city. And when they get back home from wherever they've been visiting during the day, Romano tops England, with some sort of romantic dinner thrown in there for good measure.

Bonus: England has all too familiar memories of Rome himself, but appreciates some of the other points of it, despite the whole thing with the Druids.
Bonus: Romano is actually caring and attentive during sex, though remains (sarcastically) in character.

Re: RomaEng- Romantic

(Anonymous) 2015-01-24 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Pfffft, so filling this!

When in Rome : Part 1/?

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spain/france/prussia - spanish civil war

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
prussia and france are conflicted over the fact that they are old friends yet with vastly different ideologies and being on different sides of the conflict. spain being generally confused and depressed over the chaos in his nation.

other ideas:
prussia feeling guilty and torn about the abuse of his friend as a "nazi/soviet weapon testing ground" but also wanting to further his own country's cause.
france wanting to help but restrained by britain and the non-intervention agreement.

FrUK-learning about wine with Francis

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
England spends a year in France with Francis to take a break from politics and learn about wine making from the master himself--hilarity and adorableness ensues.

Bonus: a scene with drunk England confessing something embarrassing/France consoling him
Bonus 2: splitting the fic into seasons
Bonus 3 aka I would love you forever: somehow incorporating both America and Canada, too to make it one big happy FACE family <3

Potential Fic Writer^^

(Anonymous) 2014-12-20 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I like this one. It sounds fun and lovely to write. I think I might be able to include the seasons as chapters or parts or something like that and the drunk england. I have to think about the third bonus however. I don't know how I'll incorporate FACE family in it but I'm sure I can find a way and still make it flow nicely. No promises though.

But I do like the prompt so I am probably going to write it^^

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Gen - The human that was hard to say goodbye to

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Every nation has seen a lot of people come and go, but they've all had that one person they formed an especially close bond with.

I'd like to see a nation of your choice interacting with that one special person they had hoped would somehow live forever...and didn't.

Bonus: Someone not FACE (though FACE is fine, too!)

Possible author

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm.... How would you feel about Prussia and Karl Peglau?


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Ensemble- Battle of the Bands

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
One day, America and England have a lively debate on who has the better rock bands. They argue really loudly, and this attracts the attention of the other nations. At a special meeting, they play each other's songs (and music videos) to see who has the best music.

Bonus 1) Canada gets PISSED when someone slips in a Justin Bieber mention.
Bonus 2) An unexpected country is declared to have the best music (ie Switzerland, India, China).
Bonus 3) Austria is not afriad to host the music face off at his mansion (he is the country of *classical and electroswing* music after all, and he's neutral). Everyone agrees to this.

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
ahhh seconded this sounds amazing!!

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France + many - Everyone wants the pleasure of Francis's company... and his cottage

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
In the middle ages, French people had the highest quality of living. I want to see a medieval time period where everyone is trying to find an excuse to live even for a few days in Francis's cozy little home that actually has enough food and is warm in the winter.

Note: Everyone would be rather young in this considering the time period.

Bonus: Everyone tries to give Francis favors--i.e, 'I'll make the beds and sweep every day if you let me stay for winter!' 'Well, if you let /me/ stay, I'll wash the dishes and make you breakfast!' etc.

Bonus 2: Francis makes closer friends with anyone who doesn't attempt to buy their way into his home. (Preferably the other 2 in the BFT?)

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Denmark, Norway, and Sweden - Scandinavism

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"It was at its height in the mid-19th century and supported the idea of Scandinavia as a unified region or a single nation, based on the common linguistic, political and cultural heritage of the Scandinavian countries Denmark, Norway and Sweden." - Wikipedia

The Scandinavian trio's thoughts about this during the time it happened. Pairings are welcomed, but no smut please.

Bonus: Denmark and Norway reflect on their previous union.
Bonus 2: Tense relations between all three.

Re: Denmark, Norway, and Sweden - Scandinavism

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded because I didn't know I wanted this until now.

Prussia, Romano - shorter than their brothers

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Now that Romano realized in the recent strip that he's shorter than Veneziano, I'd like some interaction with him and Prussia over this fact. It can be gen or it can be romantic, as long as the focus is on being shorter than their younger brothers.

Re: Prussia, Romano - shorter than their brothers

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
OP, I was thinking of the exact same thing. I was so conflicted about posting the request because...too obvious? But now that it's here, seconded with all my life. :')

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Turkey/Poland - First time meeting was not what Turkey expected

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
For what we know polish and turkish good relations go far back. So I'd like to see them meet for the first time! Be it in Istanbul or Krakow doesn't matter. But I'd like Turkey to have all these ideas about his strong, charismatic and intelligent ally in the north! Only to find out that Poland is a small girly looking guy who is shy in front of strangers.
They of course become friends anyway.

Bonus 1: Poland get to do something that really impresses Turkey.
Bonus 2: Turkey reflects on the partitioning of Poland in the future which he refused to recognise.
Bonus 3 : Threesome with Lituania.

Any/Romano: Letting go

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Romano has never been able to fully enjoy a sexual encounter because of anxiety. He always gets worried that he's going to make a stupid face or embarrassing noise, or that he's not pleasing his partner properly. He's in a relationship, and his current partner notices how stiff Romano is in bed, and assumes he's doing something wrong (or pressuring Romano into something he doesn't want.) This leads to Romano confessing his problem, and later slow, fluffy sex where his partner tries to get him to relax, and tells him how much he likes the sounds and faces he makes, and that they're enjoying it as well.

Bonus 1: Romano ends up coming more than once.

Bonus 2: The other party is Spain, France, or Portugal.

Re: Any/Romano: Letting go

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Pretty much what you were looking for http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/72380.html?thread=421937852#cmt421937852

Netherlands/Portugal - Badass in the streets, bottom in the sheets

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Basically, Netherlands dominating the hell out of Portugal, and Portugal liking it.

Bonuses: Spain finding out somehow and teasing him about it, Netherlands leaving marks in places that are hard to hide, Spanking.


(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmm, yes please

America's 1st Independence Day Anniversary

(Anonymous) 2014-11-29 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
After reading "The Centennial Gift" strip, I want to see how England would physically react to America's independence for the first anniversary (since he still can't get over it after 200 years).

Bonus #1: If England is comforted by someone else
Bonus #2: Tinge of regret on America's behalf for hurting England

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(Anonymous) 2014-11-30 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I need some clarification before I write this. Do you want it one year after the signing of the Declaration, or one year after the war is won?

Also, do you want America to regret it when it happens right then, or later on, like if someone told him about it?


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