Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Spain/Romano - Spain's "tomatoes" are bigger!

[(Anonymous)]

Why is this not a prompt yet! Shortly after Himaruya posted the new Ripped Clothes - Romano Version picture on his blog he answered a fan question:

"Since Spain’s boxers also have a tomato pattern on them, do he and Romano have matching underwear?"

"They do match, but Spain’s tomatoes are a little bigger."

Well... you all see where I am going with this right? I would like for someone (maybe Brittan, France or Prussia) to bring this up and reference him running away and hiding behind his younger brother as proof. Romano gets all defensive, Spain cheers him up, fluff and etc.

Bonus!- If the person is France, Romano says he doesn't want to here that from him and calls him a "cheese eating surrender monkey," (sorry, I know that's terrible but my PoliSci Prof. said that yesterday and APH France was all I could think about for the rest of the day)

WORLDS MEETING PONIES and other crap and APH

[(Anonymous)]

The nation of Equis yes that bitch equstraia Did name the whole bucki--never mind have opened portal kinda gotta thank equstra for that and are now going to make diplomatic relations with a new world of hairless ,monkey sorry ape people and now have to make peace kinda because they have better bucking weapons and a not as good track record but peace cultural revel tun and smart phones from retards that held back programs by date olmy hero normal white fucker buck deer dude ..off topic ..as it also turns out there kinda you,,parents Mother bucking hare less APE never meant you Parent but water thinner .crap so get your magics ass meet this lesser being ..family?? And make wether England not suck And not like it is the world suck Pegasus fair but they got guns and gunboat diplomacy soo yah the nation of eqis meet their parents ?? Hairless apes of APH

Re: WORLDS MEETING PONIES and other crap and APH

[(Anonymous)]

Go home Poland. You're drunk off your ass.

England/America Devil Son

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see an AU having America (Alfred) as the youngest Devil son who wants to use his powers to help people and do good. However angel England (Arthur) doesn't believe him and assigned to watch him.

Bonus: Alfred has assorted older protective evil brothers
Bonus: Even though Arthur an angel he tends to swear and acts like a punk (Punk/angel anyone)
Bonus: Alfred thinks Arthur is his sidekick

Re: England/America Devil Son

[(Anonymous)]

PunkAngle!Arthur and perhaps NerdDevil!Alfred sounds like a fun story to write. I can definitely imagine all the shenanigans Alfred would cause in his quest to become a "hero".

I really want to fill this request anon, but I don't want to get your hopes up by making any promises because I've been so gosh darn busy lately.

England/India

[(Anonymous)]

I hope this community is still alive QwQ
But yes, I just want some Engalnd+India interaction, doesn't necessarily have to be romance. It can be one sided, two sided, hate, angsty, fluff, do what you wish so long as they're within :3

Potential A!Anon

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! There needs to be more interaction between these two (both in canon and the fandom), there simply isn't enough considering their complex historical relationship.

I have ideas for this, but thought it better to run it past you first. Would you be alright if the fill is mostly from the POV of a third party looking upon their relationship? To be exact, I'm thinking of using America (from child!colonial to present day). And would you mind if there's some jealousy on America's part (nothing major, more of a "child wanting attention" type)?

PS - Just a reminder, next time, post a theme in the title as well, it's part of the rules

Any nation /demonic possession / angelic possession?

[(Anonymous)]

Yah, what ever you want . Wold like it if you didn't go to the Duh choices . A nation/s gets possessed by a demon and,or angel . Because stronger then normal humans . ? First request

AmeRus & PruRus - discreet competition for Russia

[(Anonymous)]

The subject pretty much says everything. I'm a big shipper of both pairings and I couldn't choose.

Bonus 1: if there's any sex scenes I would prefer Russia as a bottom.

Re: AmeRus & PruRus - discreet competition for Russia

[(Anonymous)]

Might be a bit late, but I'm interested in filling this! Would you be alright with an AU of any sort, or do you have any specific idea in mind?

Any +/ any, Saya no Uta fusion.

[(Anonymous)]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saya_no_Uta
Not too bothered who's involved, doesn't have to be shippy at all (just friendship is awesome), though it probably works better if the Saya stand-in is a sweet and innocent-seeming type. Italy, Liechtenstein, America, Korea, Sealand?

Norway + Sweden: Invasion of Norway

[(Anonymous)]

PewDiePie invades Norway. How, with or without the bros, and is he's even remotely close to successful is up to you.

Bonus: Edgar has already successful taken over Germany, who melts around dogs. (Please include Pewds' yelling "Deutschland!" at Edgar for doing something bad).

Bonus: Marzia and Maya convince the Italy brothers to let them take over. Marzia and Veneziano get along well while Maya threatens Romano.

Bonus: They quickly take over the world country by country until Sweden is the only one left to conquer; however, he's Pewds' home country, and is pretty much immune to the dork's hyper antics (he can't convince him to submit like Marzia can charm Italy). Likewise, Pewds is immune to his stone-face glares and they come to a standstill.

Re: Norway + Sweden: Invasion of Norway

[(Anonymous)]

I would love to read/see this though I don't watch much pewdiepie...

Prussia + Denmark + Iceland - Matchmaking Iceland with a fem nation

[(Anonymous)]

Some way Denmark figures out that Iceland is straight and lonely. So he decides to set up Iceland with a female nation of authors choice. Prussia ends up getting dragged along beacuse it sounds fun and he wanted to drink with Denmark.

Bonus 1 - Iceland is actually not straight and has a partner in mind. He just never dared to confess.

Bonus 2 - Drunk casual sex between Prussia and Denmark.

Bonus 3 - It's one of the fem nations that Iceland "dates" that sets him up with the guy he really likes.

Re: Prussia + Denmark + Iceland - Matchmaking Iceland with a fem nation

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded

GerFra + England - angst/comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I would like to see an adorkably awkward, concerned, and flustered Ludwig trying to be supportive after Francis and Arthur get into an argument where no fists were thrown but the words had pierced Francis's chest. Arthur would have worded something just right to tear Francis to pieces, and Ludwig would help put Francis back together.

possible anon author

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my God, my guilty pleasure. GerFra. I think I can work something out for this, just remember awkward Luddy be awkward and so it might not be all shippy go lucky. That being said, I will get back to you soon, possibly later on today!

Germany/Italy - feeding/tummyache kink

[(Anonymous)]

Germany is invited to Italy's house for dinner. Italy goes a little overboard trying to please his friend and cooks a ton of food, but doesn't think much of it (he is Italian, after all). Germany starts to get full and thinks about stoping, but Italy is really happy that Germany is enjoying his food. Germany doesn't want to hurt his friend's feelings, so he continues eating, until, ultimately, his stomach starts hurting and rumbling and he has trouble moving/breathing. Italy notices and decides to help with unwelcome, but soothing belly rubs. Can be platonic or romantic.

Bonus 1: Italy feels really guilty about getting Germany sick and gets a little emotional.

Bonus 2: They share a siesta afterwards.

Bonus 3: A kiss from Italy

SwissLiech- Anal

[(Anonymous)]

Liechtenstein notices that Switzerland has a lot of lube hanging around, and suggests that he put it to good use. Switzerland is dubious, as they never tried it and that he doesn't want to hurt her. Nevertheless, they end up doing it and enjoy it at the end (and they use the lube).

Bonuses:
1) Dirty talk
2) They do it against a wall

Spain/Romano: Genuine Fight

[(Anonymous)]

Spain and Romano (or if you prefer a human AU) have a huge fight in their relationship. It's not a "Oh, Spain the idiot messed up," or "Romano's a jerk" fight; you can't pin all or most of the blame on just one of them. They both get genuinely angry at each other, and, while they don't call it off, they avoid each other like the plague and get angry at the mention/sight of another. Yet they each act mortified at the question of why don't they just break up?

What, oh what, will their concerned/exasperated friends/sibling do?

potential filler

[(Anonymous)]

Happy ending?

USA + Iceland : distant but real friends

[(Anonymous)]

Real history: After the Nazi occupation of Denmark, the US sent military forces to Iceland in order to deny Germany access to the island (and thus the Western Hemisphere). This occurred before the US's entrance into WW2. The US was also the first country to recognize Icelandic independence.

I'd like to see a fic, WWII or present day, where they're not necessarily particularly close, but they're definitely real friends, and when push comes to shove, they've got each other's backs - much to the surprise of other nations.

England/Elizabeth I - fluff/conversation/angst/anything

[(Anonymous)]

I am beyond obsessed with picturing a relationship about the two, and I just can't get enough of the fanfics and whatnot I keep stalking through the internet for *w* I want just about any sort of interaction between the two, it doesn't have to be romantic nor hint for romance between them but if it did, I'd be super happy. No need for historical accuracy nor mentions either, it can even be a modern day AU in which he meets her reincarnation, augh. I don't care what, I just need something. Pleaaase •w•

send her victorious, happy and glorious [1/1]

[(Anonymous)]

There is a man seated upon Elizabeth's throne.

No, she reminds herself, it is not yet her throne. Not until she gives her oaths before God, the clergy and lords. And he is not a man, she sees clearer after a moment, though still flush with something incredulous that may yet turn to amusement or fury. A beardless youth, younger than her she would warrant, even at five-and-twenty –

He looks at her patiently and she sees clearer still – no, not a youth, nor any kind of man at all.

"What manner of being are you – be you a demon? Or an angel?"

He smiles sharp as knife, his eyes glittering in his thin, bruised face. "I am thine," he says.

"Sir, you are too familiar," she says as coldly as she can manage with her heart beating fierce and frightened, for she has always preferred fury to fear but neither will serve here. She presses her hands together firmly, wonders if she should call out – this moment of contemplation should be between her and God, to assess and prepare herself for the awesome task that has befallen her, to queen this kingdom, but if he is a threat –

"I am thine, Elizabeth Regina," the strange being says, indifferent to her majesty while bowing his head to her will, "and so I will become whatever thou needst me to. Dost thou not know me?"

"I have seen... you before," Elizabeth says haltingly, brow creasing as she tries to recall – she who prides herself upon her memory and wits. A glimpse of her father, a large booming presence striding along a corridor, a boy trailing behind him, watching him warily as all young servants did. "You – a man who looked like you -"

"Me," he corrects.

"Impossible. He was my father's —" whipping boy it had sometimes seemed "— boon companion."

"Age touches me not," the man says with shrug and a childish kick of his heels, sat upon St Edward's Chair with all the respect and gravitas of a boy permitted to his first feast day. "I was thy father's, thy brother's, thy sister's —" his hand brushes his blackened eye absently "— and now I am thine. Mistress, I am England, thy Nation. I greet thee now as I have greeted all thy ancestors and will all thy descendants."

"England," Elizabeth says wonderingly, purposely ignores his mention of descendants. It is her duty to provide heirs, she knows, but she refuses to think upon it before she has even been crowned. Meeting his unnaturally brilliant green eyes she can find no doubt for his ridiculous assertion. She straightens, raises a haughty brow and sniffs. "Thou art very familiar, Nation."

His smile falters, makes him look for the first time uncertain, young and small and as beset as she knows her country to be. "Your Majesty, if it be your will –"

"No," she says quickly, reaching out to grasp his wrist before remembering herself and pulling her hand back just in time. "Nation, forgive me, I jest – I would that we be the dearest of friends, bosom companions." She has seen what it is when a Nation no longer cares for its monarch and will be rid of them, after all. "I hope –" her voice falters, "I hope that I shall be a good queen to... thee."

"Thy competition there is small indeed," he says slyly with recovered humour.

"I hope I shall be a good monarch to thee," she corrects without pause, and he beams, as sudden and bright as the sun piercing a cloudy sky. The sight robs her of breath, feels almost like a blow, and words tumble forth without conscious thought: "I will honour thee above all save God."

England is bright-eyed and fierce and wilder than she would have imagined her green and pleasant land to be, his teeth sharp and as ready to bite her hand as take sweetmeats from it... but when she takes his cold hand in hers he allows it, and when she kisses it he flushes like a boy in love.

Elizabeth herself is dizzy with relief and something approaching triumph. She has enemies aplenty and cannot help but know it, but now she understands she also has an unmatched ally none can take from her, providing only that she does not drive him away first, and she is no such fool. She will be Queen, and she will cherish him as a wife her husband that he might grow to cherish her too. Never will she fall to a plot from English lords while she has England itself whispering their conspiracies in her ear to keep her favour.

"Thou art dear to me, my Nation," she says, sweet with promise. "I hope I shall be as dear to thee."

"We shall see," England says, but his fingers curl around hers absently when she makes to withdraw her hand, stilling the attempt, and colour remains high in his cheeks. He is half in love already, Elizabeth thinks, and does not consider that his expression may have a match in her own.

Germany/Italy-The realization that the 'b' is being phased out of their bromance

[(Anonymous)]

Can be nationverse,or an au, set in any time period! I am not even requesting all fluff, I just want this scenario to happen.

Heartbeat [1/1]

[(Anonymous)]

[a!anon knows this doesn't quite match the prompt, but hopes it's sufficient.]

Germany doesn’t seem to realize.

To be fair, it’s not his fault; he’s always been clueless about relationships, like he doesn’t really get what love is. That, in itself, is hard for Italy to fathom. Love is the most special feeling in the world, totally indescribable and yet totally identifiable, because when your knees wobble and your heart sings, you know there is nothing else that it could be.

Still, Germany doesn’t seem to realize.

He blushes when Italy takes his arm, his cheeks turning positively cherry red when Italy insists on feeding him gelato, and in public of all places. And on those rare, lazy Sunday afternoons when Italy is able to drag him down for a siesta, he can feel the quick ba-dump-ba-dump of Germany’s heart and the way his breath slights when Italy rests his head on Germany’s shoulder.

Does he not recognize that feeling?

Maybe he does, and maybe he is too afraid to say anything aloud. Germany has always been quiet, the shy one, especially on the topic of their relationship, hesitant at first to even call it a friendship. Maybe Germany is trying to tell him, in his own way, that he loves him. Maybe Italy is just not listening hard enough.

Italy arrives in Freiburg on a cool June morning, and when he lets himself in, Germany’s dogs circling at his feet, he smiles at the familiar chocolate scent in the air.

“I knew you’d be hungry,” Germany says when he pads into the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind crepes.”

He stands at the stove, a careful eye set on the pan, and he only glances back once, when Italy drops his bag on the table and bounces to hug him.

“Careful,” Germany says, but he smiles.

“I like your apron,” Italy says, pulling out of the hug, and Germany turns back to the stove. Italy reaches for the strings of his apron, the strict knot that’s been tied, and he undoes it, retying it into a bow. “There. That’s much cuter.”

“Thanks.”

Italy hums, and he wraps himself around Germany again, pressing his nose between Germany’s shoulder blades, arms curling around his chest. He’s warm, like he always is, and this morning he smells Schwarzwald fresh, like summer dew on the trees. Italy closes his eyes.

“There’s coffee,” Germany says, and his voice is small and quiet.

“I’ll have some when the crepes are ready,” Italy murmurs back. He dances his fingers across Germany’s chest until they reach his shoulders, where he wraps his hands tightly upwards, pulling himself closer. In the morning quiet, he can hear Germany’s heart, beating away; he reaches his left hand down to press it against Germany’s chest, to feel the rhythm under his fingers.

“What are you doing?” Germany says, suddenly, fidgeting under his touch.

Italy smiles. “Shh. I’m listening to your heart.”

They stay like that for a moment, Italy’s hands clutched tightly around Germany’s chest, before finally he pulls away, smiling, and goes to pour the coffee.

“I think your heart was talking to me,” Italy says after breakfast, when they’ve taken their spots on the porch swing, empty coffee cups resting forlorn on the breakfast table. He sits under Germany’s arm and swings his feet, sending them back and forth.

“Really?” Germany’s skin is warm against his. “What was it saying?”

Italy pauses, letting the swing slow, before he continues. “I think you can guess,” he says softly, and he can feel Germany’s eyes on him.

“It’s something important,” he continues, “but something that doesn’t always need to be said with words.”

He glances up and meets Germany’s soft gaze; his face is blank, but his eyes are warm and moist, and they only grow warmer when Italy presses a hand to his cheek.

“Some people say it out loud,” he says. “But some people say it quieter: they bring you coffee, or they make you breakfast, and they’re always up for a game of football if you ask, even if they’ve had a long day at work. Some people,” he continues, and he can’t but help smile as he brushes his hand through Germany’s hair, “put chocolate and strawberries in your crepes, and one spoonful of sugar in your coffee, because they know that’s just how you like it.”

And Germany kisses him, then; just barely: just a hand on his cheek and their lips brushing together, warm and sincere for the thinnest second before he pulls his away, his face flushed pink; and he stumbles over his words for a few moments before he finally speaks.

“I should do the dishes,” he murmurs.

Italy smiles. “Want me to help?”

“No, I’ve got it,” Germany says instantly. But he doesn’t move, his hand still cupping Italy’s chin, his eyes still deep blue. He kisses him again, harder, then pulls away again, breathless.

“I’ll bring you another cup of coffee,” he says. He stumbles up and heads inside, but he lingers in the doorway, his eyes still fixed on Italy.

“Veneziano, I,” he says suddenly, and Italy smiles at him.

“I know,” he answers.

Spamano: Won't Listen (Angst)

[(Anonymous)]

Spain and Romano are together, which both are happy about, but there's one problem: Spain doesn't take Romano seriously. He's so used to Romano's attitude that he completely misses the fact that Romano is trying to open up more. And when Romano has a problem or genuine concern, Spain waves it off as him being a brat or thinks it's cute. Romano doesn't appreciate this. It's not funny, and he's starting to feel like he's only one who thought they were entering a serious relationship.

Bonus: He thinks Spain's only with him due to his old motivation of wanting to marry both Italy brothers just because they are 'cute,' and he finally got one.

Spain/Fem!Romano: Tongue Action

[(Anonymous)]

Spain eats out Fem!Romano. Description of the oral sex would be love, especially tongue penetration.

Bonus: He's under a desk, in her skirt while she's at work, talking to somebody.

Bonus: No matter what the scenario, she rides him afterwards.

Re: Spain/Fem!Romano: Tongue Action

[(Anonymous)]

yesssss omf

Any/Any "Sweat it out"

[(Anonymous)]

One is sick, the other is taking care of them. The second insists that the first must 'sweat out the sick' (as per old fashioned thinking) and offers to help them along. The first agrees to have sex with the second. I would prefer for the pairing to be of two European countries, though specifics and order do not matter. Preferably they would be in an established relationship or at least a friend's with benefits understanding.

Bonus: it's on a couch
Bonus two: doggy style

Lithuania/Poland - necrophilia

[(Anonymous)]

Poland dies (temporarily or permanently, or it can be a dream) and Lithuania finds his corpse. After many tears and apologies, he starts to make love to it, or the pieces thereof.

Re: Lithuania/Poland - necrophilia

[(Anonymous)]

collapsing

Scotland/Rome - first crush

[(Anonymous)]

Lowland Scots were happy to trade with the Romans, but the Highland Scots attacked them whenever possible. That's why they built the second wall. This seems a lot like Scotland being horrified by his first crush, if you ask me~ Some jealousy (how dare Rome give up and invade England instead?!), romance guru chibi!France - that sort of stuff would be so awesome.

AmeBela: Twins

[(Anonymous)]

Alfred and Natalya just got married. Natayla has a surprise pregnancy. It's twins. Hijinks from both sides of the family ensue.

Really, anything you can come up with is fine. Even if you decide to take a serious and/or fluffy route instead of humorous.

Bonus: Do not make Alfred and Ivan re-enact the Cold War. They can definitely be on opposing sides here and there, and definitely go after each other, but no outright "I hate you, you capitalist pig/commie bastard~!"

Re: AmeBela: Twins

[(Anonymous)]

Omg, my soul for prompts like this one. Does OP mind side pairings?

Italy/Fem!Romano: Veneziano makes a wish on a shooting star... and it came true!

[(Anonymous)]

Remember the magical shooting star in ep. 33? The one that made England "get a headache and go home"? So what I'm looking for is Italian twins having a really nasty fight after which Italy makes a wish on a shooting star about how it would be great to have a sister instead of bad-tempered Romano. And surprisingly enough this wish does come true - Romano gets turned into a girl.

Bonus 1. Italy makes two wishes. The second one being Germany becoming less repressed. The star just choose the easy one to fulfill.
Bonus 2. Italy actually starts liking his sister more than he should.

Prumano & Italy - Feli doesn't approve of their relationships

[(Anonymous)]

Prussia and Romano finally together but this time it's Feliciano who doesn't approve of his brother's choice. Ferociously so.

Bonus: despite being Gilbert's friend it's France who sides with Italy on trying to break them up (but not because he wants either of them for himself).
Bonus 2: Feli goes to Germany and pleads him to take Prussia away and lock him up for good measure (Italy isn't dating Germany in this one, but he might if it absolutely necessary)

Re: Prumano & Italy - Feli doesn't approve of their relationships

[(Anonymous)]

Ahh, just curious, but do you have any personal preferences on why N. Italy does not approve of their relationship? Would you prefer it to be more logical, such as Romano and Prussia built their relationship on unhealthy foundations (ie. one person using the other after a breakup), or a bit more irrational, such as Veneziano being an overprotective brother who assumes every guy his brother dates is going to hurt him.

UKUS Merman AU

[(Anonymous)]

Mermaids and Merman's can turn into human with the removal of their tails that turn into a cloak. Unfortunately Arthur lost his and doom to be a human for eternity until he found his or a other mermaid or merman cloak to return to the sea. One day he founds blue tail merman Alfred

Bonus: Arthur turns to piracy as human in effort to found mermaids or mermen
Bonus: Like cannon Arthur can no longer swim as a human
Bonus: Other pirates are on the hunt for creatures as well

Re: UKUS Merman AU

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard~