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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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America/France, trans France

(Anonymous) 2015-06-08 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Francis is afab (assigned female at birth) trans, whatever gender alignment (whether it's non binary or trans man) Francis is up to the author. Basically what I would like is for Francis' gender to not be the main point of the story, (as in it's pre established and Francis is living his life as his actual gender) whatever the story may be. I'd really like something cute and sorta fluffy, but the inclusion of smut would be absolutely ideal.

bonus 1: Alfred eats Francis out and he's fucking amazing at it, with lots of description there
bonus 2: Alfred has a thing for Francis' breasts. Loves holdin them and kissin them and junk

America/Liechtenstein fluff - Escorting her to a fancy event

(Anonymous) 2015-06-11 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Because they are very much my favorite rare/crack pair. America cleans up to escort Liechtenstein to a high-class ball or party, because Switzerland can't or it's a special event at America's place, or because it's the nation equivalent of a débutante ball where it'd be inappropriate to be escorted by your brother. Could be fluffy-romantic, one-sided crushing, or strictly platonic; I just want to see them interacting before and during the event, with America focused on making his sure his shy little date is comfortable and happy.

Bonus: Various European nations (England, Switzerland, etc.) disapprove of the choice since America is usually such a boor, only to be surprised when he goes full-on southern gentleman for Liechtenstein's sake.

Possible Fill

(Anonymous) 2015-06-17 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
I definitely want to fill this. I always had this head canon that all the nations had a soft spot for Liechtenstein. I'm not the fastest writer though, so I'll get back to you.

Ensemble- vigilante or superhero (or both) au

(Anonymous) 2015-06-11 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
What it says on the tin. I was thinking sort of Watchmenesque but it doesn't have to be overwhelmingly dark just a little more serious than Crack. Otherwise, anything goes!

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my heart is a ghost town [drabblefill 1/1]

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England/America Bundling

(Anonymous) 2015-06-12 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
So I just discover a practice used during colonial America that courting couple would be in bed together and the lady sew with blankets to create a bag and prevent premarital relationship. So I like story involving this premise however are courting couple are omega Alfred and Alpha Arthur. Cause this practice seems like it fits well with Omegaverse

gerita femdom with nyo!italy

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
okay, so I am (gasp!) requesting het porn. but! it is gerita. with nyo!north Italy... and bondage. specifically, Germany in bondage. who's to say those hardcore videos weren't of big strong men like Germany getting utterly dominated by gorgeous women like nyo! Italy? and isn't she much more forceful in personality than her counterpart? so, ladies, gentlemen, and other honorable people, why don't we have some lovely, lovely dominatrix!nyo!italy?

bonus: there's a riding crop used on germany
bonus 2: no jokes about Italian stallions here, this woman's the female version of a power bottom, and Germany is not at all in control and he loves it

just a reminder! don't forget safewords, aftercare, and, if anal play is involved, lube! also condoms are good too. practise safe sex kids, and even safer bdsm! thank you!

North Korea & long-haired nations.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
NK applies this to their colleages as well, following them with a very sharp pair of scissors and a camera. Personal favourite version of NK is a yangire girl about Sealand's age, but any version is fine as long as they're creeping everyone out and potentially stabbing them in the head.

Greece x Ukraine: fucking like pornstars

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
A one night hookup with no holes barred

bonus: sleeping sex with Ukraine topping

Ensemble, Spin the bottle (French kisses only, no backdowns)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-14 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Nations decide to play spin the bottle, but the catch is only French kisses are allowed. And you can't get out of it.

Bonus - Germany has to kiss Romano (sorry, as an Itacest shipper I can't pass this opportunity) Veneziano suddenly gets jealous but not of Romano as he thought he would but of Germany).

The Laws of Amour [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-11-16 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Spontaneously decided to drop by and fill this. THE BONUS WON ME OVER. The fill only really focuses on germano and itacest and doesn't offer a wide cast, but I hope OP is still around and likes it nevertheless. There are also implied established ships.

“I-It might just be the angle. It’s probably pointing at Veneziano!”

“Huh? But it definitely seems to be pointing at you, Romano,” Spain says unhelpfully.

Germany is both surprised and relieved Romano hasn’t yet fallen into hysterics, but he isn’t any more comfortable with the arrangement, and the red flush spreading across his cheeks might even rival Romano’s. “I…might have to use the bathroom!”

France tuts softly. “Such a shame. I suppose the rest of us must await your return. One of us in particular.” He smirks at Romano, who instantly averts his gaze.

Germany looks to Veneziano for help, who, appearing as baffled as Germany, shrugs his shoulders. “I guess it’s okay with me. After all, it’s France’s birthday, and it’s just a little kiss.”

“Sixty seconds or they start over,” corrects Prussia. He rubs his palms together, snickering. “Oh man, this is what I came here for. Not those pansy, romantic kisses.”

Prussia shoots an accusing look France’s way. Through some miracle the first few matches have been relatively tame. France spun the bottle first, naturally, and made out with Spain for longer than the required time, while everyone else looked away uncomfortably and tried to ignore the moans. Then Veneziano matched with Germany, which was cute if you didn’t factor in the way Romano was eyeing Germany’s back as if sizing up the best stabbing points. There was a brief moment of awkwardness as England attempted to kiss Portugal. And then Spain had matched up with France again, and…that transpired pretty much the same as the first time.

“Shut up,” Romano mutters. “There’s no way in hell I’m kissing that ugly potato Frankenstein.”

“Hey, that’s my handsome younger brother you’re talking about!”

“Why don’t you kiss him if you like him so much?”

“Maybe I will!”

“Everyone, please! Calm down!” France claps his hands, although he hasn’t stopped leering at both Germany and Romano, somehow simultaneously, despite them being seated at opposite sides of the circle. “As it is my birthday I expect you all to respect the laws of amour, as chaotic as they may appear at first glance. Unless, of course, you are willing to make up for it later tonight, privately, with me.”

He winks at both Romano and Germany in turn. Germany swallows. Romano might punch him after this, but suddenly that seems more appealing than France’s secondary option.

Romano seems to be thinking along the same lines. “Ugh, goddammit. Fine! At least Germany won’t taste like burnt scones!”

England clears his throat.

“Yeah, Germany is an okay kisser, if you ignore his stiff tongue!” Veneziano chimes in.

“Thank you, Veneziano,” Germany mumbles, trying to ignore Prussia’s cackle beside him.

“Well then, do both parties agree?” France asks.

“I suppose so,” Germany says with a sigh.

“Whatever,” Romano shrugs. “At the very least he can learn something from me and put Veneziano through less torment.”

“In that case, please, go ahead. No need to be shy.”

Romano’s folds his arms across his chest, but at least he’s leaning forward. Germany inches closer, struggling to not look Romano directly in the eye…or make eye-contact with Veneziano, and also avoid acknowledging France and Prussia and possibly also Portugal’s snickering behind him.

He reaches forward cautiously to place one hand on Romano’s cheek, brushing away a strand of hair with his thumb, moving their faces closer, lips puckered, and—

“For fuck’s sake, if you’re trying to make this tender and romantic, at least close your eyes!” Romano snaps.

“Sorr—” Germany begins, but he’s caught off guard when Romano pounces, one hand in grasping at his hair and the other curled around his neck. Romano’s kissing him, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, and then his teeth graze over Germany’s lower lip and he bites, and Germany lurches back.

Romano instantly slaps him. “What the hell, shithead? Now we have to start over!”

“I suppose I must restart the timer,” France sighs, though he doesn’t look at all disappointed.

Germany brushes his lip, frowning. At least it isn’t bleeding. “Why did you have to bite me?”

“I couldn’t help it. It’s hard enough to restrain myself from punching your stupid, ugly face!”

Germany sighs. This isn’t going to be easy, is it? He has no idea how Spain copes with these mood swings. “Okay, let’s try again.”

Romano exhales and scrunches his eyes shut. “Do your worst.”

“Do your wurst, get it?” Prussia crows. He earns a chuckle from Veneziano.

Spain tilts his head to the side. “I don’t get it.”

“Everyone, shut up!” Romano snaps. “You’re making this harder!”

Once Romano’s eyes are shut again, Germany leans forward, letting his lids droop as well, though only halfway. He doesn’t want to misaim and kiss Romano’s nose.

Their lips brush. He feels Romano flinch, but to Germany’s relief, he doesn’t bite or slap him this time. He parts his lips slightly, and feels Romano do the same. Tentatively, he pokes his tongue out. He can’t help but be wary about having it bitten off.

But Romano slips his tongue against his, appraising it, before allowing it to follow. Romano clenches Germany’s bicep awkwardly for leverage as they tilt their heads, maneuvering themselves into the appropriate angles. This should be easy considering all the times Germany’s kissed Veneziano, but Romano only two responses with him seem to be rough and dominant, or…stiff as a board.

10, 11, 12, 13

Germany attempts to count the seconds as he works his tongue around Romano’s, parting their lips only when he really needs to breathe, because he doesn’t want to risk Romano slapping him a second time for the timer being restarted.

Closing his eyes, it’s a little easier to pretend Romano is sweet, gentle Veneziano, who won’t punch him in the face for the slightest infraction.

Romano grips his arm harder, digging his nails in, and the illusion crumbles. Romano’s pushing against Germany a bit harder, nearly wrestling his tongue. It seems he’s given up ‘stiff as a board’ in favor of ‘rough and dominant’. He must be annoyed, although Germany can’t quite recognize what he’s doing wrong. He’s following the exact procedure of tongue twists he read in the manual.

But if Romano wants to take charge, he supposes that’s alright. He places one hand on Romano’s waist to leverage him as Romano leans up, almost on his knees, to better reach Germany’s mouth. There’s a quick nip at his bottom lip, but luckily Germany expects it this time, and doesn’t break the kiss.

The timer dings.

“Woohoo! Go, West! Now try for an Italian threesome! And don’t forget to invite me!”

“That wouldn’t be a threesome anymore, you arse,” England mutters.

Germany pulls away immediately, eyes wide in case Romano tries to slap him again. Thankfully, he doesn’t. Romano’s too busy trying to wipe off his tongue with his hand. But that’s when Germany notices Veneziano staring. At both him and Romano. With a very odd expression.

Veneziano’s moods are normally easy to read, mainly because he doesn’t have much of a filter between what’s running through his head and what comes out his mouth. Joy, fear, and hunger are his main motivators, and occasionally sadness. Germany purses his lips nervously. Should he apologize? Veneziano gave his permission, after all. And he’s never given any indication of being the possessive type. Therefore, Germany skimmed through the jealousy section of his guidebook. He has no idea how to cope with this.

He’s interrupted from his dilemma when Romano gags loudly. “What the hell are you still doing here? I don’t want to smell your disgusting breath for longer than I have to!”

Oh, right. He’s still frozen inches away from Romano’s face. He shifts back hurriedly, casting a worried glance in Veneziano’s direction.

But Veneziano seems to have recomposed himself. He’s smiling, eyes wide and head bowed in that sweet expression he makes when he clearly wants something.

“Hey!” Veneziano chirps, “Can it be my turn again?”

“Eager, are we?” France chuckles.

Romano rolls his eyes. “You just went a few turns ago, dumbass. It’s Portugal’s turn. Then me, then Prussia.”

“Yeah, what gives? I didn’t get to make out with anyone yet!” Prussia whines.


Portugal shrugs. “Eh, he can take my turn. I’ve already made out with everyone here, at some point or the other.”

Everyone other than France (who winks) looks away awkwardly while Prussia shrieks, “What, I thought I was special! Even you, West?”

Germany coughs, feeling his face heat up.

Thankfully, Veneziano takes the attention off him by taking hold of the bottle. “Yay! Thanks so much, Portugal! I’ll make out with you later if you feel left out!”

“As will I,” France smirks.

Veneziano hums contemplatively, and then nudges the bottle with one finger. “Wow, it’s you, Romano!”

“What the hell? You didn’t even spin it, idiot! Do it again!”

Non, it was a bottle spun by his heart, and arrived at its destination accordingly,” France says. “Now, Romano. You must be aware of the rules by this point. As much as I hate to interfere with amour, I will not complain if you choose to forfeit the current round in exchange for a sensual evening with yours truly.”

France unbuttons the collar of his shirt, and Romano shudders.

“Are all of you okay with this?” he spins around to glare at the rest of the circle, who all shrug. Except for Spain, who’s occupied with a nosebleed. And Germany, whose jaw is hanging loose. And Romano certainly isn’t going to him for help.

“Fine, fine, whatever! Let’s get this over with!”

Veneziano doesn’t require any further agreement.

He grins, looking all too pleased with himself, and tilts his head to meet Romano’s. Romano catches the slightest glimpse of deviousness in his brother’s eyes before they flutter shut. His lips brush Romano’s, softly at first, slightly parted. His tongue nudges Romano’s, then retreats.

The room is silent. The timer only starts when the kiss turns open-mouthed, with France being the judge. The idea of France creepily observing them sends a shiver down Romano’s spine, but his brother isn’t Germany (or Spain), and he can’t punch him in the face due to slow progress.

Romano tugs at his brother’s curl, intending to convey a “get on with it, you fucking dumbass”, and presses his face closer, parts his mouth more intentionally. Veneziano’s arm wraps around his shoulder and they melt together. Veneziano’s tongue dances around his and slips into his mouth.

The timer ticks. Spain makes a hissing sound somewhat like a “squeee”, which is quickly hushed. Romano frowns, but refuses to pull away lest the timer be restarted, and they’re forced to give the rest of the circle a longer performance than intended.

And Romano has to admit, it isn’t so bad. His brother is definitely a better kisser than Germany.

After a few seconds it’s easy to tune out any noises around them and fall into Veneziano’s rhythm. He finds his hands wandering, as do Veneziano’s, down his back, caressing his hair, twirling that curl. He lets out a soft moan, and suddenly the floor is pushed against him—or rather, he’s halfway slumped on the floor, Veneziano straddled over him.

Their tongues glide over and around each other, breaking away every few seconds for them to breathe, swallow, but their lips never quite come apart. Veneziano’s lips are soft and plump against his. They’re united, and Romano feels Veneziano’s heat against him, hears the labored sound of his breathing, smells the subtle yet clean scent of his cologne.


Veneziano pecks his lips one last time before he pulls away, panting. His gaze doesn’t leave Romano’s, who’s admittedly also out of breath. Their faces linger inches apart before Romano’s once again aware of the stares fixated on them. He shoves Veneziano off of him.

Veneziano topples back. Unperturbed, he crawls back to his place in the circle, and smiles innocently.

Romano pulls himself up and brushes off his shirt casually, avoiding eye-contact with Spain, and France, and Germany, and every other pervert in the room. Which is basically everyone. He returns to his spot at Veneziano’s side.

The room is silent.

Prussia is the first to pipe up. “Well, damn. I’m glad some of us are having a good time. When do I get to make out with someone?”

This seems to break the spell.

Spain shuffles to his feet. “Um, France? I need to use your bathroom.”

“I’ll use the other one,” Germany adds.

France nods silently, mouth parted.

Romano huffs and leans back, face flushed, and exchanges a victorious look with Veneziano. For once, they managed to wipe that dirty smirk off France’s face.

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Any/Any-having to work or interact daily with a presumed one night stand

(Anonymous) 2015-06-15 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
A and B meet in a bar/club and have an ill advised hookup at A's hotel room. A wakes up in the morning to discover B is gone ,which is fine they were just blowing off steam. Only when they get to their new job B is their coworker/partner/boss/superior officer. Hijinks ensues.

second and might fill

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Sounds like a fun prompt op. You have any pairings you prefere?


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Pretty much exactly what you're looking for (Spamano)

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Belgium/Romano- Human!AU Straight Shota

(Anonymous) 2015-06-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Romano has moved to a new neighborhood, and isn't happy. However, the worry leaves when he meets his new neighbor Belgium. She's pretty cute, and Romano starts having feelings for her.

Belgium also has feelings for him, but these feelings become very sexual. One evening, she babysits Romano and shows him how to seduce a lady like her. Romano (happily) obliges, and ends up making love to her.

I prefer Romano to be 11-15 years old, while Belgium would be in her late twenties to early thirties.

1) The two start meeting regularly at Belgium's place for sex
2) Spain and Fem!Austria (Romano's parents) aren't aware of their son having a relationship with Belgium, albeit a sexual one
3) Belgium had sex before, so she uses this to show Romano how to make each other feel good.

Re: Belgium/Romano- Human!AU Straight Shota

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Any- peeing on food

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
a mysterious pee bandit is striking a/the nation(s) food


Spain: Spanish Armada Artifacts

(Anonymous) 2015-06-18 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Artifacts from sunken Spanish Armada ships of 1588 have been found off the coast of Ireland. So far, two cannons have been raised. They are in good condition, albeit rusted. What I request is some sort of reunion between Spain and his old stuff. It can be silly (ex. hugging one cannon and crying tears of joy), serious (he used to be power back then, now look where he is today), or tense (Britain's there, too, and they get into it.)

Bonus: Romano's in the background, embarrassed by Spain's reaction.

Bonus: Spamano (please do not do the cliché tsundere+horny idiot formula).

Bonus: That was the sunken ship Spain was on in Hima's comic/the anime episode.

America/Any - private time in a haystack

(Anonymous) 2015-06-19 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Can be sexy time or can be fluffy time. America is showing another nation around the southern half of his country both literally and metaphorically *wink wink* and end up in a haystack in a barn together. Am partial to UsUk, AmeRus, UsFr (oh dang, some UsFr would be lovely in Louisiana), and AmeCan. Any pairing will be accepted.

Re: America/Any - private time in a haystack

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seconded af because this is prime USFr real estate right here

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South Italy+North Italy and others- being careful what you wish for(also matchmaking)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-19 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
North Italy and Germany have a massive fight and breakup. At first South Italy is pretty happy, he and his brother can spend some time together without any Germans around. Then he realizes GerIta aren't falling all over each other within days like usual. And his brother is equal parts sad and annoying. South Italy begins to hope Germany will be back soon. He isn't. So South Italy decides to interfere to get them talking again. His sanity depends on it. Nationverse or AU doesn't matter to me.

Bonus: He actively feels bad for Germany and has a stunning realization he isn't THAT bad of a guy.

Bonus 2: Spamano

Bonus 3: Other people start helping him because they can't take the tension at EU activities.

There's The Catch (1/?)

(Anonymous) 2015-06-26 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
(A/N: been a long time since I did this stuff so if I screw up somewhere I'm very sorry and I've never used dreamwidth before and it's 7am right now and I haven't slept yet. I've literally stopped writing so I can probably sleep, will continue next time I manage to write again)


It was like God finally saw little Romano kneeling by the side of his bed, pointed at him, and said "Hey, that North Italy kid looks a little different tonight, but I love granting his wishes! So let's grant this unusually spiteful one."

And the next morning, Romano woke up to the divine smell of golden miracles in the air, and it wasn't to be greeted by his grandfather's scraggly beard scraping against his cheek; it was because his arm itched, and he woke up to scratch it, and he found his naked little brother curled around his arm with rivers of salty dried tears trailing down his stupid little naked face.

(His face was naked most of the time, but-- okay, seriously though, his brother was super naked, and Romano wasn't really much less naked, and it just seemed a little bit unsettling?)

Veneziano took to being flung across Romano's bedroom with much nonchalance, having grown used to being thrown to and fro. He quite possibly didn't even wake up, as he groaned slowly and mumbled unintelligibly from his place on Romano's laundry pile.

"What're you doing in here?" Romano asked. He found that getting angry first thing in the morning was an effective way to shake himself awake.

Veneziano mumbled a few more words. He didn't seem to be opening his mouth to say them. Romano scooted closer, dragging his blankets with him as he tried to catch the words. ". . . n. . . n' jpn. . . said nattu bather. . . a' ni'. . . ."

The fuck?

He was close enough now that it was easier just to reach over and grab his brother's head and ask him to his face-- and his thoughts ground to a halt when he felt fresh tears falling onto his palm.

Veneziano was actually upset. His whole face was swelled red and plump from wet tears rolling against dry tears. Romano swallowed his instinct to recoil from the sight. Veneziano, at finding himself exposed, started sobbing and wailing loudly.

"Veneziano, what's wrong with you?" Romano grabbed his shoulders firmly and managed to restrain himself to small tremors instead of violent shakes. "What happened? Who did this?"

Veneziano's crying stuttered to a halt as he tried to gather his breath to speak, and he hiccuped a few times. When he had the breath, he answered in rapidfire staccato. "Everything is wrong, from my clumsy feet to my empty empty head. I am amputated. Germany did this."

It was all nonsense except for the end. "What did Germany do to you?" Romano asked frantically. He clapped his hands all over his baby brother, suddenly glad they were naked, checking for wounds and bruises and fucking amputations? What?

No part of Veneziano had been amputated. God in fucking heaven. "What did Germany do?" Romano asked again, and he could feel his anger boiling back up, because this was yet again something to do with that damn potato head and Veneziano was talking stupid again and who could ever understand what he was really saying--

"Germany proposed. Marriage. To me."

Romano stared. Veneziano stared back.

"I told him no."


"He cried. I cried. He ran away."


"I may never see Germany again."

Veneziano's eyes slid out of focus. They were still out of focus when his head crashed down against the floor.


The thing was, Romano couldn't shake that gnawing suspicion that he was to blame for all of this.

He pocketed his penlight and fussed with the sheets he'd neurotically tucked Veneziano into and put his face into his hands and sighed a long sigh. Veneziano did not have a concussion and Romano was the worst brother in recorded history.

He couldn't stop complaining about Germany last night. Spain had visited him and it was his turn to make dinner, and Spain had mentioned Austria in passing and that had set Romano off.

"Germans and sausage and potatoes and Germans! Suddenly the whole world is in love with Germans!" Romano had yelled into his pan. A small bubble of oil popped in his face in retaliation.

Spain's smile trickled down and away. "Ah, apologies. That was insensitive of me. Tell me what's wrong, Romano." He shifted his arms to rest his head against his palm.

"I shouldn't HAVE to tell anyone, it's staring everyone in the face!" Romano channeled some of his frustration into stirring his gnocchi, and Spain's eyes lazily followed it as parts of it left the pan and dramatically flew back in. "My brother all the time with this Germany this and Germany that! I am tired of hearing about it!"

Spain let out an impressed sound. "Your brother is in love with Germany? I hadn't heard."

Romano dropped the spoon into the pan and crossed his arms. "He's not-- well, he might--" Spain cocked his head in interest and Romano let out a nerve-wracked sigh. "I don't think he realizes that he's in love. I don't. . . I don't think he does it on purpose or anything. He probably doesn't even know that he talks about Germany so damn much."

"Ahhhh." Spain nodded thoughtfully. "You don't want your brother to love Germany, or you don't want him to talk about Germany?"

"I don't want him to love Germany!" Romano replied immediately. He turned off the stove and scooped out portions. "I- I mean. It doesn't matter to me. That idiot can love whoever he wants to, but that Germany has no right to take advantage of Veneziano's dumb personality to do whatever the hell he wants. He should steer clear."

Spain nodded and made agreeable sounds around a mouthful of gnocchi. "Your brother is lucky that you care about him so much," he said.

Romano speared his fork into his bowl and realized with rage that he had spent twenty minutes bent over a pan of his brother's potato gnocchi.

Spain, employing his lightning reflexes only in times such as this, covered his ears the second he noticed Romano's jaw clenching.


(A/N: Sorry it's such a short part. Next part hopefully tomorrow or sometime soon. Hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll try to improve over time~ excuse me I'm going to try not to die now)

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Romerica: Romano uses sex as a tool

(Anonymous) 2015-06-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Romano needs help (military, scientific et cetera) that only America can provide, so he uses sex as a tool to get this help.
They are not a couple when this happens. But I would be thrilled if they became after this encounter. Added shock of other nations would be a perfect bonus :)

France/Russia or Russia/France - fluffy longing for each other

(Anonymous) 2015-06-21 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
They're separated but keeping contact, and absence makes the heart grow fonder, so one (or both) of them realize(s) that their romance deserves to be more.
Not really looking for smut, just domething sweet and cute for the two of them.

Any female/any female - OTK spanking

(Anonymous) 2015-06-22 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I kink on hard femsub, and would love to read more actual punishment with one female character giving another a long, hard bare-bottomed OTK spanking. Any scenario you like, as long as it's genuine punishment, not something for the spankee's pleasure (although I don't mind if she finds herself being unwillingly aroused by it). I think a "mistress of the house punishing a disobedient or careless housemaid" or "strict teacher or governess disciplining an inattentive student" would be hot.

Bonus: The spanking continues until the recipient is crying and begging for it to stop.

Genderbends are welcome, but no America, please.

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Do you have any ship preferences?

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America/Any - Video game controller controls him

(Anonymous) 2015-06-23 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
America invites nation B over to his house to play video games for whatever reason, but as soon as nation B starts moving the controller, Alfred's movements follow it and he can't control himself. At first it's simple, such as pressing 'A' to make him jump, but then nation B discovers that any remotes possess the same qualities, and now they can pause/mute/fast forward/etc America. Nation B is initially hesitant but is soon taking advantage of their new power over Alfred.

If there is smut, please make it consensual!

Bonus 1: Tony had been working on some new inventions and thought Alfred would be good a test subject. (Maybe he chipped America?)'
Bonus 2: America and Nation B get into a fight, and Nation B fast forwards through it all.
Bonus 3: The remotes stop working after a day or two, and America gives Nation B hell for taking advantage of him and destroys the remotes for good measure, but never finds out how it happened.

Ready Player 2 [1/?] - America/France - Video game controller controls him

(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Alfred honestly couldn't find anyone else.

His first choice was Matthew - although his brother was more a fan of Skyrim, Alfred knew he could convince him to play Mario or Zelda with him if he asked politely. Unfortunately Mattie was in the process of finishing some talks with Yongsoo and would not be home for another week. That removed one option.

His next thought was Kiku. The two had basically tightened their relationship during the past forty years by playing video games, and even though the horror video games Kiku would sometimes bring over dampened on that, he loved when Kiku came over with an alpha version of Pokemon or the new smash games. Sadly, it seemed like he was hosting a pretty big festival right now, and couldn't come over. Ok, Alfred thought, two down.

His third option was Jose. The annoying Mexican was close and thus wouldn't require much traveling, so he seemed like a pretty good idea. As per usual however, when Alfred ended up calling him, Jose didn't pick up.

"Screw you," Alfred muttered, "I know you have caller I.D."

That left two possible options: because he was not calling Mr Winter and no way was he going to ruin a perfect thing like video games by playing it with Iggy.

Although the two never really hung out, Elizabeta had shown she was pretty awesome at video games when Matias had suggested it at one of the group meetings for a team building exercise. She quickly stomped out Gil and Roderich at Smash, and was neck and neck with Yongsoo and Yao near the end of the tournament. She would work, Alfred thought, even if he was more in a Kirby-Zelda mood.

Similarly to Mattie and Kiku though, she was currently unavailable. Alfred could hear Roderich pestering her on the line, trying to figure out who she was talking to, and Gil screaming out profanities like 'penis' and 'weed' into the phone to distract them.

That left nothing but Mr Fancypants. Who, weirdly enough, picked up on the first ring.

"Oh I'd love to come Amerique~ I'll be over as soon as possible, get the games ready!"


Francis didn't know how to play video games.

Mattieu tried to teach him how to play when they first came out, and he did have a pretty strong video game market along with some developers coming out of France. He enjoyed playing Pokemon and catching all of the eeveelutions, but besides that and a couple of Japanese dating sims he was pretty in the dark. Especially in things like Counterstrike and Call of Duty that he had the pleasure of watching Gilbert and Antonio play.

However, quality time with Alfred came few and far between, and even with Alfred's routine trips to Paris every couple of years or so, Francis wished that they wouldn't just be meeting at the world meetings.

"That's a godsend," Arthur said when Francis brought this up, "No one wants to spend that much time with Alfred."

"If you spent equal time amongst him and Matthew you'd find a good balance," Francis explained as he swirled his red wine in his glass, "They're like the two extremes."

Thankfully, Francis knew his way around New York City from all of the meetings, and knew the way to Alfred's Brooklyn house. He had had the wonderful opportunity of staying there one night when his boss accidentally forgot to give him a hotel. Francis made sure to repay him by cleaning up his house.

It needed to be cleaned again.

Alfred's smile stretched from ear to ear when his face met with Francis's. A lot of nations looked like tourists in NYC, from Iggy looking like a sunburnt, old man to Yao walking around and trying to keep the various other Asian nations in check. Ludwig looked like he wanted to roll over and die when Roderich forced him into wearing a 'My awesome parents went to NYC and all they did was bring me back a stupid shirt!' shirt. Needless to say, Gilbert took a lot of pictures of that one.

Francis seemed to blend in however. His medium length hair was tied back into a small ponytail and the flannel shirt hugged his shoulders. With his ripped jeans and large framed glasses, Francis looked like a stylish hipster more than a tourist. And it didn't help that he was wearing large boots whose heels made him look just the bit taller compared to Alfred.

"Come inside," Alfred moved out of the way and lets Francis in. The frenchman sighs suddenly when he sees the explosion of McDonald's wrappers, empty Dunkin Donuts cups and large bags of Doritos that were scattered everywhere. Francis dug his hands into his pockets in order to stop himself from picking things up as he walks over to the couch.

The sofa is thankfully empty and with one swoop, Alfred pushes all of the wrappers and cans from the coffee table onto the floor. Francis notices that one of the cans isn't empty, and is slowly dripping cola onto the carpet.

"So I thought we could do some Rayman? It's pretty easy and it's French," Alfred suggests as he boots up the PS3 and grabs two remotes. "As I've heard from Mattie that you're not the best at this."

Francis has difficulty hiding his blush.

He humbly accepts the remote and waits as the TV boots up. Alfred has the player 1 remote so Francis waits as he selects the game and selects the multiplayer option.

Things only get weird when Francis tries to select a character.

hey~ hope frus works for you~ i was thinking america/romano or japan/america but both didn't really work when i was starting to type it out.. maybe a second fill if i can get it working. so here's old man!francis instead.
i have a head cannon that francis hates messes.
also, do americans drink dunkins? canadian!writer here didn't know what to put for coffee considering i don't think america is really the starbucks type.. whatever.

Any, Steven Universe-inspired; nations can fuse.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Like the SU Gems, nations can fuse to form the superpowered continent-tans, and may themselves be fusions of provinces/counties/states, which in turn may be fusions of towns. World-Tan is the ultimate fusion.

Re: Any, Steven Universe-inspired; nations can fuse.

(Anonymous) 2015-10-24 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
This just occurred to me and it was too good to pass up. If you're not comfortable with Can/Ame as a pairing, you can think of it as an extremely strong brotherly bond. Laurentia is the name of the Cambrian-era landmass that would form most of Canada and the States, more specifically the North American Craton portion. Enjoy!

Whatever Canada had been about to tell the young sea fort – probably a scolding for sneaking into a German prison fortress – was interrupted by an unmistakable bellow.


“C-come on,” the quiet nation whispered, taking Sealand’s hand and rushing through the halls so fast that Sealand all but flew behind him. Just as suddenly, Canada stopped, and Sealand collided with his back none too gently. “Ow! Hey-“

Sealand heard a gasp, and saw America gaping at them from the other end of the dark hallway.

“America!” Canada cried, and wasted no time rushing to his twin.

The two met halfway, wrapping each other in a deadlock embrace and savoring the moment. The two of them were together, once again.
“Did they hurt you?” America asked, concern in his gaze.

“No, no. I’m okay. Did they hurt you?” Canada pressed.

Sealand was shocked to find tears in America’s eyes, but the relief shone through. “Who cares?”

“I do,” Canada replied gently. He lifted America’s glasses and kissed the tears away. Sealand, not used to such displays of affection, averted his gaze. However, Canada and America’s suddenly laughter made him look again.

America had Canada in his arms, and was twirling his twin around. All of a sudden, the two of them began to glow, and Sealand watched with amazement as light engulfed their figures, lifted them off the ground, and pulled them into an amorphous concentration of light. Just as suddenly as the figures of Canada and America had disappeared, however, a new voice replaced their laughter and a new figure began to form from the light. As quickly as the two North American nations had disappeared, a triumphant, laughing behemoth stood in their place.

The mystery nation landed in front of Sealand with an enthusiastic crouch. “Sealand! Thank you!”

Sealand started at the familiar hero who had helped him evade capture by Germany several times before. “Laurentia?! You’re a fusion?!”

For a second, Laurentia looked embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry! We didn’t want you meeting us here like this…”

“Well…” Sealand shifted his feet “did I make a good first impression?”

“Oh, Sealand,” Laurentia said gently, resting a hand on Sealand’s cheek. “You’re our little brother. We already love you.”

Sealand smiled, slightly pink, but their heartwarming moment soon came to an end with Germany’s thunderous footsteps and equally menacing roar. “WHERE IS HE?!”

Laurentia immediately shifted gears, glaring in the direction of the Axis nation’s bellow. “It’s Germany. Sealand, find the other Allies and get them out of this prison-fortress!”

“But I don’t know where they are!” Sealand cried.

“Here,” Laurentia said, handing him a paper. “You’re here,” he said, marking a spot on the prison map, “and England, China, and Russia are there.”

“Awesome!” Sealand said, taking the map and pocketing it. “Wait. Are you going to be able to beat him on your own?”

Laurentia rose to his full height, primed for a fight. “It’s okay, Sealand,” he said, giving the small personification a reassuring smile. “I’m never alone.”

“…” Sealand grinned, and took off just as Germany charged into the atrium.

“Just wunderbar,” he growled, gesturing at Laurentia and the quickly-retreating Sealand. “You’re both out? And you’re fused again? Why? Fusion is just a cheap tactic to make weak Nations stronger. Quit embarrassing yourselves! I’ve seen what you really are!”

Laurentia blinked at Germany’s tirade before snickering, and smirking at Germany’s confused expression. “No, you haven’t.”

This is Laurentia,
back together,
and I’m never going down at the hands of the likes of you
because I’m so much better.
And every part of me is sayin, “go get ‘em!”

Germany glared dangerously at the impromptu song session and whipped out the dagger he had used last time; it was a dangerous invention, a product of one of the more gifted Nazi scientists that allowed mere humans to utterly neutralize Nations and put them into a coma for hours with even the slightest grazing touch of the blade.

The two of us ain’t gonna follow your rules!
Come at me without any of your fancy tools.
Let’s go, just me and you,
let’s go, just one on two!

Germany gripped his dagger tighter, and Laurentia slipped his glasses out of a shirt pocket and adjusted them on his face with a dangerous grin. The two of them sized each other up for a moment before charging, Germany all knife and fists and Laurentia surprisingly nimble acrobatics.

Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.
Can’t you see that my relationship is stable?
I can see that you hate the way we intermingle,
but I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single!

Laurentia mimed Italy’s hair curl and “pasta dance”, eliciting a roar from Germany and a vicious lunge which very nearly put the Nation-neutralizer squarely between two ribs.

But you’re not gonna stop what we’ve made together!
We are gonna stay like this forever!
If you break us apart, we’ll just come back newer,
and we’ll always be twice the Nation you are.

After Laurentia had snatched the dagger from Germany’s grip, it was little work to destroy the current powering it with a well-placed snap. Now, with the odds evened, Laurentia could really engage in close combat. And America’s boxing gloves, always on his person and “enhanced” with some brass around the knuckle areas, were the perfect tools to give Germany a real pounding.

I am made o-o-o-o-of lo-o-o-o-ove!

While Laurentia and Germany were having an all-out fistfight, Sealand had located and freed China, Russia, and England. Although England had been furious to see Sealand in enemy territory, the Englishman calmed down long enough to lead them to the control center of the prison fort. When they managed to break down the doors, they were beyond surprised to see that Germany had ordered Italy to man the control center.

“AAAAH!!!” he screamed, waving a white flag and leaping to his feet. “I have relatives around the world, don’t hurt me please!” England tackled the terrified Italian while Russia inspected the controls that would release the other prisoners. “All right, stupid machines, you vork for Russia now, da?”
- - -
Laurentia had gotten more than a little scuffed up in his fight against Germany, but was proud to note that he had returned every blow the Axis nation landed on him with equal or greater force. They had actually managed to pound each other through the steel floor into the basement of the building, right next to the generator complex. Laurentia stood up on shaky legs, giving Germany a feral grin as the power-crazed nation geared up for another round.

This is who we are.
This is who I am.
And if you think you can stop me
then you need to think again.
Because I am a feeling,
and I will never end!
And I won’t let you hurt the Allies,
and I won’t let you hurt my friends!

Once again the two charged each other, but this time Laurentia had the grasp of Germany’s tactics and managed to meet several of Germany’s blows midway.

Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able!
Can’t you see that my relationship is stable?
I know you think I’m not something to be afraid of
‘cause you think that you’ve seen what I’m made of.
But I am even more than the two of them!
Everything they care about is what I am!
I am their fury!
I am their patience!
I am a conversation.

Laurentia grinned as he grabbed Germany’s head between his hands, and, pausing just a moment to let the German realize what was about to happen, launched him straight into the generator. Immediately, a series of violent explosions began to sound throughout the complex, and Laurentia charged to the control room, stopping only briefly to smirk at the chaos erupting behind him.

I am made
Lo-o-o-o-ove! O-o-o-o-of-
And it's stronger than you!
Lo-o-o-o-ove o-o-o-o-of
And it's stronger than you!
Lo-o-o-o-ove o-o-o-o-of
And it's stronger than you!
Lo-o-o-o-ove lo-o-o-o-ove!

Somehow, Italy had managed to escape once the explosions started. The Allies turned as a hulking figure entered the control room. “Laurentia!”

“This fortress is going down!” He bellowed, scooping up Sealand and China and charging for the exit.

Sealand looked up at Laurentia, distraught. “What about France?!”

“There’s no time!”

And indeed, there was no time. Laurentia barreled through the collapsing prison complex ahead of the others, England right behind him and Russia at the tail end of their group. Even running at full speed, making full use of their power as Nations, they only barely made it; Russia looked highly displeased that the trailing end of his scarf had gotten singed.

All Sealand could think about, as the Allies retreated into the night and out of enemy territory, was the terrible fate that had befallen France.

They would have to go back for him. Soon.

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Norway/Any- D/S, talking down

(Anonymous) 2015-06-24 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Encouraged upon finding this lovely convo on the anon meme (http://aphanon-meme.dreamwidth.org/94037.html?thread=927001685#cmt927001685)

I now have the need for some d/s with Norway talking down at people. Be it light or heavy d/s, I'm not picky.

Not picky with who, but I admittedly would like a non nordic possibly? And not necessary to be canonverse either.

Bonus for incorporating the dough thing mentioned in the above thread
And another bonus for NorHong because that has been something I've always craved to see on the kink meme

Re: Norway/Any- D/S, talking down

(Anonymous) 2015-06-26 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Nnnnggh NorHong. I need.

Seconded... Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight fill if I can find the inspiration? Not promising anything. NorHong!

FrUk Making a Heir

(Anonymous) 2015-06-28 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
King Alfred is a sterile alpha; even though its not queen arthur fault if he does not conceive he will be put to death, so he turns to a knight Francis ;)

Any/Any Sex with a Ghost

(Anonymous) 2015-06-30 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Make it happen however you want, as Crack as you'd like.

[Spamano?] Romano finally confesses his love, but Spain turns out to be aro.

(Anonymous) 2015-06-30 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
*Aro is short for aromantic

And I don't mean 'Mwahaha! I'm evil, just used you for sex and could never love you!', I mean Romano's confession putting both of them in an awkward position because Spain is literally incapable of returning anyone's romantic feelings and knows that.

Bonus: Panromantic pansexual France giving all the wise big brother type advice to whoever needs it.

Re: [Spamano?] Romano finally confesses his love, but Spain turns out to be aro.

(Anonymous) 2015-07-09 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
seconded very hard from aro anon here!!

Any Male/South Italy- bed slave

(Anonymous) 2015-06-30 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
AU where South Italy is one of the princes of a country that has just been conquered. The prince of the winning kingdom takes a fancy to him and claims him as a bed slave, used only for sex. I'd like to see situations like Romano being fucked publicly in front of his former people, kinks like orgasm delay/denial, spanking, aphrodisiacs and rimming, and an emphasis on how humiliation is the best tool to train him.

I don't really have a preference for the other male, but I do ask that both parties be at least 17 up.

Bonus: Romano is a total sensitive virgin

Re: Any Male/South Italy- bed slave

(Anonymous) 2015-09-11 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Any pairing preferences?

Any/Any - sex with a trans man during his period

(Anonymous) 2015-07-01 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
Het or gay is fine. I'd prefer if the trans guy is secure with his body, at least with his partner.

Re: Any/Any - sex with a trans man during his period

(Anonymous) 2015-07-03 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
oooooohhhhhh my god seconded!!!