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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Bad Touch Trio - speech therapy

(Anonymous) 2016-04-13 05:22 am (UTC)(link)

Human!AU, where little kids Francis, Gilbert and Antonio first meet in a speech therapy class. None of them are native speakers (of English, and they're living in a country where that's the dominant language), and have to learn how to get over their accents (or they are native speakers and just really struggle with certain letters/sounds).
Bonding over this is much appreciated, and I'd like if Gil struggled with w/r sounds and Spain with a lisp.
No bullying in the story, but if it's mentioned that's okay. I just really want something cute and fluffy~

Bonus: Francis is a 'graduate' of the program and is Antonio and Gilbert's tutor.
Bonus: the speech impediments are written out in the story (I know this may be hard/annoying, which is why it's a bonus)
Bonus: other nations make an appearance.

GerPol + LietIta - Partner Exchange

(Anonymous) 2016-04-14 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
I once read a doujinshi featuring these four and I sooo crave for more.
(preferably) Human!AU where Germany&Italy and Lithuania&Poland are engaged but decide to spice things up by exchanging partner for a night.
What I'd like to see is basically a foursome with these guys.
Some fluff/slice of life before the sex part is totally welcome and appreciated!

Bonus 1: It was Italy's idea
Bonus 2: Both Germany and Lithuania are reluctant at first
Bonus 3: They all end up interacting with each other somehow (so also Germany/Lithuania and Italy/Poland)

BONUS 4: Some final fluff with GerIta and LietPol where they all realize how much they love their partner and prefer them over anyone else, even if it was fun to try something different for a night.

AmeRus, unrequited LietRus based on the doujinshi "Triple Helical" (or "Triple Helical, Side L")

(Anonymous) 2016-04-16 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I saw these DJ by ERGO/moriyakoko it's in Japanese and I couldn't understand a single word. So I would really like to read a story based on this beautiful work of art.

Bonus: America knows about Liet's crush.

America/Belarus - Witch Gets the Prince

(Anonymous) 2016-04-17 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Fantasy setting where King England has engaged Prince America to a princess. The princess is captured so America has to go and be the hero and save her. He ends up falling in love with Witch Belarus instead.

Human or nation names are fine. You can include any other ships.

Possible filler

(Anonymous) 2016-05-17 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'd like to fill this as soon as I have the time. Would OP be okay with an ensemble cast? Can Alfred go questing with some more party members plus throw in some possible fantasy world politics?

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America/Russia/Ukraine/Belarus/Lithuania/Latvia/Estonia, moon orgy

(Anonymous) 2016-04-18 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
America invites Russia & Friends to the Secret American Moon Base so they can all have zero-gravity group sex on the moon.

Russia/Anyome, Russia finally gets some love and comfort

(Anonymous) 2016-04-18 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Russia is in a bad mode, anon chooses way maybe he had a bad encounter with General Winter or another nation, nightmares... Idk man just Russia is pretty sad and hurt. Cue Nation B giving him some very needed comfort, i'm just looking for some cute thing no smut required (But i will love you if you managed to put some in it)

Bonus 1: In case of smut, uke Russia please?
Bonus 2: Some mentions of the Mongols
Bonus 3: The other nation is not America

Re: Russia/Anyome, Russia finally gets some love and comfort - Part 1 of ?

(Anonymous) 2016-05-14 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
As always when he needed to calm himself, Russia wandered the vast expanses of his land, caring little where his feet took him. Bad enough that the first frost of the season had fallen in Moscow this morning, the sign that within a month he would have to hand his poor, battered heart to General Winter. To have his boss lecturing him about being weak and not wanting his nation to be great again – greatness was a lie, anyway, Russia had decided long ago. It was just another way for his bosses to hurt his people – was worse.

To have the plumbing of the creaky old palace he called home go out again was just too much. His bosses always wanted him to put on a good show for the other nations, but never wanted to pay for it. They were much more concerned with paying for tanks and fighter planes and their own personal luxuries: Russia did all the maintenance on his house himself, now he no longer had Litva and the others to help him.

He couldn't call someone in to fix things: his bosses provided for him, but paid nothing. The old palace had been slowly crumbling for years, and having the pipes fail now, so close to winter, well… He would be spending winter scraping clean snow for water.

Russia blinked when he realized his aimless wandering had brought him to Kaliningrad. He hadn't wanted to come here: he never felt quite comfortable, as though the place belonged to someone else. Which was odd, because all the Prussians and Germans who'd survived the war had been expelled, and all the settlers replacing them were good Russians.

Still, there was something odd about Kaliningrad. Not the architecture: the new buildings were typical Soviet things, and what older ones had survived had lost their historical significance. It was more… the way Latvian and Lithuanian words had bled into the local dialect, making the Kaliningraders sound vaguely… Prussian. The way Kaliningraders worked harder and cared more for the quality of their work than most of the Soviets had done, something that in the years since the fall of the Soviet Union had given Kaliningrad Oblast the highest standard of living of any district in Russia.

Strange… Prussia had no influence here. Russia had helped to see to that himself. Yet he always felt as though he stood on foreign soil when he came here.

Not that it mattered, Russia decided, strolling along one of the bridges – there weren't enough for the famous bridge riddle any more, but the island in the river was still a park – and finding himself a nice, quiet park bench where he could try to drown out the disquiet and the day's unhappiness with vodka. The Kaliningraders were Russian enough for that.


When Russia woke it was to the pounding headache and nausea of a hangover. Normally that never happened, but since his memory stopped sometime between the third and fourth bottle of vodka, and he didn't remember eating anything, it made sense that he'd feel bad.

Which was about as much thinking as Russia was ready to do.

He lay where he was for a time, aware that he was far more comfortable that he should have been. He smelled wood-smoke, and could hear the soft crackle of a fire somewhere nearby. He was definitely in a bed, which was odd – Russians were not known for their generosity to strangers, and even the weirdness of Kaliningraders was not such that one would be likely to take a dead drunk stranger to his home and let him sleep in his bed – a bed that was far too comfortable for either a hospital or a prison. Hospitals and prisons weren't known for fireplaces, either.

He heard a door open, soft footsteps approaching, then a warm hand touched his forehead.

Russia blinked. And blinked again. He was hallucinating, surely.

The hallucination gestured to something on his left. “There's painkillers and orange juice on the dresser. I'll be back in a little while with breakfast.” Even the voice was correct, but the sympathetic smile was just… odd.

The hallucination – it had to be, didn't it? - reached the door before Russia croaked, “Prussia?”


Russia swallowed. He hadn't expected… well, he'd thought at best he'd wake in a hospital and have to influence his way out. This just wasn't possible. “Why?” was all he managed to say.

Prussia chuckled softly. “Later, all right? After the painkillers have had a chance to work and you have something solid inside you.” And left, leaving Russia to stare at the whitewashed walls of a small, cozy room with firelight dancing on the walls and dappled sunlight shafting in through a single little window.

A window set so deep the walls of this place had to be at least a meter thick, and if Russia was right the window panes weren't glass, they were muscovite, and that made this place older than almost anything else in Kaliningrad.

Trying to sort that out made his head hurt even more, so Russia rolled to the side and found the promised painkillers and juice – it looked fresh-squeezed, too, not from a bottle – and gulped down the pills. The juice was warm and frothy, full of pulp. The mental image of Prussia squeezing oranges and being all domestic was just too confusing: Prussia was a warrior to the core, a fighter who refused to surrender or break. Who could be beaten into the ground but would build himself back and return stronger than ever.

Someone like that did not squeeze oranges to make juice, and certainly did not come to land taken from him seventy years ago to carry a drunk Russia to a cozy bedroom in a building that was possibly even more impossible, and definitely did not make breakfast for the nation who had taken his old heartland.

Yet, not long after Russia finished the juice – and started to wonder what had happened to his clothes and what else had happened while he'd been too drunk to notice – Prussia returned, carrying a tray loaded with more juice, and what smelled awfully like the result of a traditional Russian breakfast marrying a traditional German one.

“I've eaten,” Prussia said. “Your clothes should be dry by now.”

Russia just stared at him, not sure how those comments fitted together.

“You messed up your clothes pretty good,” Prussia said by way of explanation. “I'm not going to ask why you were face down crying in the dirt, but to get you clean I had to take all your clothes off, so once I'd got you to bed, I washed your stuff and set it out to dry.” He shrugged. “Nothing I've got here would fit you.”

Slowly, too slowly, something impossible dawned on Russia. “You are Kaliningrad now?”

Prussia blushed a bit. “Kind of. The people aren't really mine, but the land, well… you can't take a nation's birthplace from them, no matter what you do.” He shrugged. “Eat, Russia. We can talk after.”

Once again, Russia was left to wonder what mad world he'd slid into while he was doing his best to drink his way to oblivion. At least this insanity was comfortable and included food that smelled good.

It tasted good too.


Later, after he had washed in a wonderfully hot shower and dressed in his warm, dry clothes – they smelled faintly of rosemary, which was nice, and he could only presume Prussia was the one who had mended his scarf with tiny stitches, because Russia had only noticed a day or so back that it was fraying there – Russia ventured into an equally cozy living room where a blanket folded by a couch said silently where Prussia had slept last night.

The other nation blushed when he picked up the blanket and took it from the room, but was back to his usual color when he returned and gestured to the couch. “I'll explain now, if you want.”

Russia sat awkwardly, unsure where this was going. “Yes, please.”

Prussia turned to stare out a small, deep-set window. He clasped his hands together behind his back, standing with his legs a little apart: parade rest, which looked kind of odd for a nation wearing jeans and a faded tee-shirt. “I honestly didn't know until recently.” There was none of Prussia's usual bluster in his voice. “It hurt too much, see. Still does, but I'm getting more used to that.” He paused, then said, “So when I felt you on my land, in turmoil, I pretty much had to help.”

Russia swallowed. “You really are Kaliningrad.”

“I guess so.” A quick, one-shouldered shrug. “Not that it matters. Prussia hates the very idea of Russia.” That was very dry. “Nobody would believe you if you told them.”

It occurred to Russia then that Prussia was speaking Russian and his accent was close to identical to the Kaliningrader accent. “But you… you do have the people.”

Prussia shook his head. “They're more yours than mine.” A shrug. “And I don't think any of your oblasts are personified, are they?”

“No, no they are not.” With the one exception standing here. “So you are helping me because you are Kaliningrad?”

Prussia shrugged. “Could be. Could be because I'm much more the Teutonic Order than Prussia these days, too, and that comes with a big share of helping those in need.” He turned then, grinning. “Not that anyone would believe that of me.”

Russia couldn't disagree. Prussia was a loud, arrogant, heartless ass. He would laugh at someone who needed help and call them a loser. “This is so. I am having trouble believing and I am here.”

Prussia chuckled, and settled on the couch beside Russia. He felt very warm, nice. “Yes. I think you're the first nation I've brought here, actually. I hid the place centuries ago, and come back here when I need time to think.”

He must have built it himself, Russia thought. He wondered how the other nation had provided such a lovely hot shower when – belatedly- he realized that there was no electricity here. Candles and firelight were all there was. “How… How did you keep it so nice?”

“The usual way – hard work and a bit of ingenuity.” Prussia stretched, leaned back further. “This is the last place I've got that's wholly mine: I'm not going to let it go to ruin.”

“And you are being nice to me even though I helped take your heart from you.” Russia didn't realize he'd spoken out loud until Prussia made a rude noise.

“Russia, Koenigsburg stopped being my heart a long time ago. It was barely even mine, apart from my birthplace, when what was left of Prussia was dissolved.”

Russia didn't think he could be that calm about something so momentous.

“You helped end the evil that had twisted my little brother into knots.” Now Prussia sounded sad. “For that, I thank you, and I'm sorry I couldn't return the favor and get the communists out of your lands sooner.”

For a moment Russia was tempted to ask who – or what – inhabited Prussia's body, then the man laughed softly. “I'm confusing you, aren't I?”

“A little bit,” Russia conceded.

Prussia shifted to grin at him. “We all put on faces, yes? The arrogant arse with an ego that can't fit through a door is mine.”

Russia blinked, trying to reconcile the Prussia he thought he knew with this rather different man who wore the same body and had the same mannerisms, but was much calmer, much more pleasant, and really someone he'd like to be friends with. He couldn't do it.

“Come on,” Prussia said after a short, uncomfortable quiet. “You're not going to accept this unless I show you all of it.”


A very, very happy OP

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Any, Homestuck classpect AU.

(Anonymous) 2016-04-20 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
I love this fic but there's too little of it: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1010519
I'd love to see someone else's take on a similar idea. Every nation is born with a Class and Aspect which detail their impact on the world, as detailed here: http://infinitywhale.tumblr.com/post/40221639933/ultimate-classpect-post

Any/Any - Love Song-fic

(Anonymous) 2016-04-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I know someone's already used this with BelLiech, but I liked the idea. I just wanted it to be more general.

USUK, GerIta, Spamano, PruCan, PruAus, PruHun, LietPol, Giripan, SuFin and DenNor would be good as I ship those. Absolutely NO Germancest, Snowbunnies or Itacest though.

Some smut would be nice but you don't have to add any if you don't want to. Canon or Human!AU is fine with me.

Re: Any/Any - Love Song-fic

(Anonymous) 2016-04-25 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Forgot to add, multi-fills are much loved.

Questions for OP

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any/Poland - non-con and snuff

(Anonymous) 2016-04-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Poland getting violently raped, then outright murdered or left for dead.

-strangulation (doesn't need to be the cause of death if included)
-Poland urinating, from fear, pain or after he dies
-necro (gets his corpse violated as well)
bless sweet anonymity.

Romano + World Seeing/Talking to Their AU Selves

(Anonymous) 2016-04-26 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
High School and late nights have just been kicking my ass, no lie, so I needed something like this. Something happened, anything, and now the nations can take a peak into their alternate lives. Like for example, they see themselves being human instead of nations. Now, the ending? Up to you but I would like it if this was meant to do something for them. Teach them or get a pair together, whatever, surprise me.

I would love for all this to be centered around Romano please and add as many AUs (Angels, Wingtalia, Demons, Soulmate, End of the world, ect.) as you'd like, but High School and eventual Nyo is a must.

- 'The Red String of Fate' makes an appearance, a pairing that shows up a lot but not all the time because sometimes life is mean (Suggested pairings for this: Prumano, AmeBel, Canada x Ukraine). Friendly bro time Prumano or best friends Canada x Ukraine is amazing too, it's not all about smut Anons
- Mythology AU
- Female Plus Sized Lovino because holy fuck, that's beautiful and sexy right there

I really wanna put another bonus but I feel selfish
please, I will love you forever if you have them in someway talk to their alternates
Pst, don't be scared to make this sad and totally like, "What?! Oh my God, no!" at some parts, just don't drown me please!

Re: Romano + World Seeing/Talking to Their AU Selves

(Anonymous) 2016-05-30 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to fill for this with Prumano! (My love for that pairing will never die.) Just, uhh...give me some time to write it.

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OP replying and stuff

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Any, Nations interacting with magical realism statues

(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty much as said above. Based on this tumblr post: http://nonasuch.tumblr.com/post/141566220050/having-grown-up-in-dc-statues-of-various-dead

Tentacle monster X Spain/Romano

(Anonymous) 2016-04-29 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
In which one of them is snatched up and made the monster's slave and the other goes to rescue them, but fails so they're both trapped

Bonus- Spamano smut with tentacles added
Extra weird bonus- one/both of them get knocked up

FrUK - Proximity Curse

(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
America mentioned in an old strip that fighting was the only thing keeping these old men alive. So, let's take it a little more literally! For some reason, France and England get cursed (who and why is up to anon), where if they stay apart too long, they turn into old men (they won't die, they'll just be super old, and all the stuff that goes with it).. But! They can be farther apart if they have a good old-fashioned argument.

Sp, what do they do? Do they play domestic because they've run out of arguments? How do the other nations take their yo-yo-ing ages?


1) The curse works the other way as well, if they have a huge spat white in each other's space, they'll turn into children.

2) They have to live together after they run out of arguments.

By Magic Bound 1/?

(Anonymous) 2016-07-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
At first it had been an utter disaster.

"Witches are serious things," insisted England, grabbing at France's hand. The man had turned away, his jaw set and his shoulders stiff. The wind dragged through his hair and threatened to turn it into a rat's nest, and more alarmingly, France ignored it.

France threw back his head and laughed. The sound echoed and thrashed at England's heart.

"Little England, Witches are a story. I love stories and romance, but they are just a story, and that is just an angry woman who cannot touch us."

"No, France, we must go back. You must apologize," England insisted. His grip tightened; France's thin wrist bones bit into his palm. France was so tall and his hair was the color of the late autumn wheat field behind him. England set his feet, face turning ugly, while France tugged at his hand.

"I will not apologize. It is beneath me," he said, and England wondered when he'd become so cold without him noticing. So much pride, he'd thought, once, that it was so noble.

"Then I will. I will apologize for us both," England decided, turning and leaning his whole body into it. France squawked, caught off guard. For a moment he stumbled along behind the young country who couldn't decide what his majority language should be, let alone stop believing in fairy tales.

But it was only a moment; but England was very small. France twisted and jerked, and England cried out as he tore his hand free.

"You may go and apologize, but I won't," said France archly, stubborn for pride's sake. England stomped his foot, he threw himself at him yelling and pulled at France's shirt.

France left him in the field in the end, and it was only the bitter air and the argument between them that allowed, for a little while, the idea that maybe the woman had just been a normal woman after all.

It was a month later when boats were spotted crossing the sea between them. England was in Dover; he saw them from the cliffs. He'd been expecting them. The path down to the harbor was a switch-back trail of up and down, the grass clinging to the cliffs against the howling wind off the sea batting against his ankles. They hurt. He was out of breath by the time stubbornness brought him down to the sea, and the boat had beaten him there.

He waited, sitting on an overturned barrel that smelled strongly of fish and oil. On board the ship, amongst the commotion, an elderly gentlemen decorated in the colors of royalty strode down the gangplank. The wind dragged pale hair out of his eyes; lines dug deep into his face. Despite his pride, he stumbled a little when he hit the bottom of the ramp, and one of the young sailors popped up in alarm and grabbed him by the arm.

"Careful now, there," the young man said, and the old man muttered something garbled in another language and tried to throw him off.

England just waited. Somehow he'd found a strange patience in his chest, even as a younger heart beat with panic beneath it. He simply didn't have the energy.

The old man stared at the dock as if it had personally offended him, until he found England's eyes. The old man took in a deep breath and marched for him, wrapped in a heavy and fine cloak and with a shoulder set against the wind.

England blinked. With each step, the white seemed more blonde; the wrinkles less deep. He took in a breath and his bones did not creak as much as they had. The ache in his ankles and elbows pulled away, a weight he had forgotten until the moment it disappeared. He slowly came to his feet, staring in bewilderment at his hands as the liver spots and fine map of wrinkles smoothed away as if they had never been. Lucky for them, no one was looking.

No one watched as an old man turned fitful and furious and teenaged as he walked towards another old man who shrunk, cloak five times too big again.

"This is all your fault!" demanded France, in French, his fury only fitting into the shapes of the noble's language. "You and your insistence on magic and witches!"

"You're young again," England pointed out, thoughts whirring.

"I am not! I look like a horrible, wrinkled old---wait, what?" France's words stumbled, startled, as he looked down at himself. He patted himself down frantically, fingers slipping over his throat and following the strong line of it to his jaw. His face. Until his eyes peeked out through his hands, face aghast.

"You didn't believe me," said England, a pout creeping into his voice.

"I still do not believe you. This must be something else," France announced, hands dropping away. He stepped in and grabbed England's shoulders, shaking them, and England had to grab at France's wrists to not shake apart to the ground.

"It's! A Witch! We must find her and beg forgiveness--France--France, stop shaking me," he ordered, or tried, shoving at France with short arms and twisting his body until France let go.

"Yes, we will find her, and once we do, I will make her tell us what we must do," France said, his fingers grabbing at his collar and twisting. He turned, as if to march them back down to the shore immediately.

"France, I can't go, there are things I must do," shouted England in alarm, dragged along and helpless. "I can't--"

"Oh, but you will, and immediately," France determined, and of course, that was the last word on the matter.

By Magic Bound 2/?

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Not OP

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Any/Any- Partner's First Transformation

(Anonymous) 2016-05-04 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
So character A is a werewolf or werecat or werehorse or anything of the sort (it can be anthro or full on, as long as there is fur) who transforms between forms but generally looks human for character B (this can be nations or human AU. I'm flexible).

Character B for whatever reason has been infected/given the gift of character A's lyncanthropy, so character A helps character B through his or her first transformation. You have flexibility in the circumstance, the form, the genders; what I want is a detailed, sensual transformation.


1) They are in an already established relationship

2) Smut is involved.

Questions for OP

(Anonymous) 2016-06-26 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
1) Would Germancest be okay? (I'm considering filling it with Germancest).

2) Are you okay with knotting?

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Prussia/Spain/Romano-- Dramedy Love Triangle

(Anonymous) 2016-05-09 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I really like Spamano and Prussia/Spain, but my OTP is Prumano, so what I'd like to see is Romano trying to get an oblivious Spain to see that he's had a crush on him for centuries, Prussia getting jealous over Spain and trying to foil Romano's plans, and then the two of them ending up with each other in the end. Doesn't have to include smut, but that's nice too. Spain can either be honestly oblivious to what's going on, or he can be playing oblivious to avoid anything awkward.

Bonus 1: Prussia's attempts to keep Romano away from Spain make Romano think that Prussia is jealous over HIM.

Bonus 2: Mention of Prussia having a huge thing for brown hair and green eyes.

Bonus 3: If including a sex scene, having Prussia be the bottom.

Multiple Nations: Their first time

(Anonymous) 2016-05-09 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I would like to see the first time of a variety of nations. Making the pairings based on history (ex: lithuania/poland (b/c they were "married" for a time) I would like to also see pairings you wouldn't assume, like rarepairs or crack pairings, as long as there is some basis in actual history. The sex can be totally consensual, dubious consent or non consensual.

Bonus 1: America is the last country to have his cherry popped. And he is conflicted because of American views on sex. Also Lithuania (Amer/Liet is one of my favorite rarepairs)

Bonus 2: Russia took someone's virginity (consensually) while his first time was less so.

Bonus 3: Someone unexpected has been the first of a lot of people. (ex: Sweden, Lithuania)

Re: Multiple Nations: Their first time

(Anonymous) 2016-05-10 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Would second this (and possibly fill here) but just curious...what exactly do you mean "American views on sex?" That's like saying teenager's view on politics or a scientist's position on stem cell research. Not everyone is the same, and you can't force everyone into a monolith just because you've seen a lot of poorly enforced, incorrect stereotypes or spoke to ten people out of 1,000. America is completely different when it comes to sex depending on the region. It is also viewed very differently depending on the country (some think Americans are sexually corrupt hound dogs. Others think they are sexually oppressed "puritans", etc). And if you went by the "views on sex" logic, Japan, Romania, the middle east, etc would be even worse.

A recommendation here is to suggest one of the ways people handle England, for example. It would either make sense for him to be like some massive horny teenager but very inexperienced in bed or the type of guy who everyone thinks is celibate (or a virgin/asexual?) but is actually extremely kinky/experienced. It usually leads to funny results.

Hopefully this comment won't get censored. Your idea sounds really great, and the other bonuses sound interesting too, but when you say "views on sex" it just sets up for confusion for writing if an anon/filler has a different view than what you want for the fill. But if you don't mind seeing any interpretation then please say so (cause this anon really wants to fill @_@).

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Forgive us Our Sins (1 of ?)

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Forgive us Our Sins (2 of ?)

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Forgive Us Our Sins 3 of ?

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Forgive Us Our Sins 4 of ?

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Prussia: Finally dealing with his trauma

(Anonymous) 2016-05-11 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Prussia won't talk about what happened at Russia's house and it's eating him up inside. He can't get over his fear of the nation and feels really weak for it. He also feels like he should have gotten over these things years ago but for some reason he just can't. Until he reluctantly confides in another nation. I would like to see their friendship build up to a point where Prussia can confide in them and I definitely want a big bucket full of angst. But with a positive outlook for the future.

A) It is not a nation you'd expect (Austria, Hungry, Germany, Spain, France.

B) Prussia first lets some stuff slip accidentally (possibly while drunk)

C) Russia actually apologized for the things he did, which just makes it worse somehow.

Re: Prussia: Finally dealing with his trauma - 1 of ?

(Anonymous) 2016-05-28 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Australia made damn sure he wasn't noticed when he walked away from the beach resort – his beaches and their isolated resorts made wonderful places to host the world meetings when his turn came around, which seemed to be quite a bit more often than was strictly accurate, probably because of said beaches and isolated resorts. The nations might not get much done, but they sure enjoyed relaxing – and Australia enjoyed not having to clean up any disasters between the nations and his people.

Which was why he was slipping quietly away, having noticed Prussia disappearing into the distance with an esky tucked under one arm. Australia was quite sure the thing was full of beer – Germany and Prussia had quite the taste for beer, and once they'd got used to the lighter taste of his lagers and agreed it went well with Australia's weather, they always went through a phenomenal amount of it.

They couldn't drink him dry, but they tried.

That said, slipping off to drink alone was a bad sign.

While he followed, Australia tried to work out what had set the often loud and unpredictable former nation off this time. Insults were usually met with insults, embarrassing missteps with loud laughter and claims he totally meant that.

Several of the Europeans had been in foul temper, what with the unpleasantness in their lands, but…

Prussia slid down a steep sandbank to sit on the pale sand, and took a long swig from a bottle of… was that vodka?

Australia considered speed-dialing Germany, discarded the idea when Prussia drank again. At this rate the man would be unconscious before anyone else could get here.

Instead, he settled himself beside Prussia, his senses hyper-aware in the warm night.

“...fuck do you want?” Prussia snarled.

“Nothin'.” Australia lied smoothly, and waited while the other nation did a remarkable imitation of Russia and downed the rest of the vodka in one long swig. Whatever had sent Prussia seeking forgetfulness at the bottom of a bottle – and for him it would take something like vodka to find it – would be revealed at its own pace. Or not.

Either way, when Prussia passed out, he'd not be left alone to face his hangover somewhere unfamiliar.

Prussia just grunted and cracked another bottle.

Australia winced. A dozen bottles of cheap vodka sat in the esky, any one sufficient to kill a human if drunk in one hit. Even Russia would have trouble putting that lot away in one sitting.

“Tastes like shit,” Prussia grumbled about half way through the bottle. “'kin' Russian crap booze.” He turned and frowned at Australia. “Why in th' fuck you care, anyhow?”

Australia shrugged. “I like you. You're a good mate.” Pub crawls with Prussia and Germany were a riot, sometimes literally, and he and Prussia had built up something of a friendship since the fall of the Berlin Wall had left the other nation with a lot more free time than he was accustomed to.

“'S'warm here.” Prussia muttered. “No fuckin' snow. Hate that shit. No commies either.” The level of the bottle dropped further. “Dunno how y'do it.”

Australia wouldn't have said no communists: it wasn't like he'd ever tried to ban them or anything. It was just that… “Land of everything trying to kill ya, remember? We kind of ignore the bosses and do what we think works. Mostly.” It worked for him, although he doubted it would work too well for any other nation.

Prussia snorted. “Better'n fuckin' bendin' over'n lettin' th' fuckers screw ya.”

Australia sighed. “Mate, I'm gonna have ta switch ya over ta beer. This Russian piss ain't doing ya any favors.”

“Beer ain't strong enough.” Prussia finished the second bottle with a hefty swig.

“Ya want to forget something?” Australia wasn't asking, not really. “A good adrenaline rush'll do that for ya. Drives everything out for a while.”

Prussia turned to stare at him. In the dim light his eyes seemed like dark holes against his pale skin. “The fuck?”

“I'm serious.” Best not to mention his fling with Russia, he decided. Danger made both of them hot and bothered, and things… well… progressed. “There oughta be a tiger shark or an old man croc out in that water right about now.”

If anything, Prussia's stare grew more intense. “You seriously fuckin' wrestle sharks when you're upset?”

“Sharks, crocs, anythin' dangerous.” Australia spread his hands. “It's good fun, and ya don't think about anything else while you're doing it. Then ya feel too bloody good to care about whatever got you in the dumps.”

Prussia shook his head, and invaded the third bottle. “Ain't gonna work, kid.” He closed his eyes, the moonlight making it look liked he'd become a rather disreputable statue, at least until he took another long swallow of vodka. “You c'n get off on it, an' th' fuckin' Russki, but it ain't me.”

Australia sighed. “Sculling bloody turps till you bloody pass out then puking on the beach works better?”

Prussia opened his arms wide in what was probably meant to be some kind of expansive gesture. If Prussia hadn't overbalanced and toppled onto the sand, it might have worked. “'sfine...” He stayed where he was, the rest of the bottle draining into the sand. “No dreams that way, see?”

Australia gently picked up the now-empty bottle and set it aside before lying down beside the other nation. “Figures you'd have nightmares now and then,” he said in a casual tone. After getting this close to whatever was eating the other nation, he didn't want to balls it up by jumping on what could have been just an off-hand comment. “I get 'em, and you've done way bloody more than I have.”

“Had a fuck-ton done t'me, too,” Prussia said in the dazed, not-quite-there manner of the thoroughly drunk. “Mostly by fuckin' Russia.”

Well, that wasn't exactly surprising. Russia wasn't known for being nice in any of his incarnations. Drinking with him and having sex after doing something ridiculously dangerous was one thing, but having to live with him didn't bear thinking about – and that was without considering that Prussia had ended up in Russia's household as spoils of war, or the rather large grudge Russia had against all things Germanic at the time.

“Stupid.” Prussia seemed to have forgotten that he had company. “Not like I hadn't been through th'same shit with Poland, it's just how shit happens when you lose a war an' get annexed. Th' big bastard even apol… said sorry, and Poland never did.”

For a time, it seemed that was all Prussia was going to say, then his voice rose in an anguished wail, “So why the fuck can't I get over it? Quarter of a fucking century and I still fucking freeze when he's there.”

Re: Prussia: Finally dealing with his trauma - 2 of 2

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(Anonymous) 2016-05-12 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Doesn't have to have pairings, but I really want some fat!Spain. Mentions of other nations enjoying/commenting on his size is wonderful. Feeding is even better. I'd really prefer that he enjoys being larger, and he should definitely keep that great ass~

Bonus- if he's dating it's Romano, France or Prussia
Bonus- he's dating all three, and they all love making him bigger
Bonus- his partner(s) have also gained weight.

Italy + Romano-- Legalization of Same-Sex Civil Unions

(Anonymous) 2016-05-12 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
So, earlier this year, Italy became the last Western European nation to legalize same-sex civil unions. (You can read a little bit about it here-- http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/12/world/europe/italy-gay-same-sex-unions.html?_r=0)

What I would like is a conversation between Italy and Romano about how they feel about this decision. I don't care what pairings, if any, you would like to include. I'm mostly concerned with how they feel about change and modernization and relationships, the disconnect between them, their politicians, and their people, and the possibilities now available to them and their people.

Multiple Nations: Becoming the worst versions of themselves

(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Something goes awry and nations start reverting to their worst behavior in history. It is up to author anon to decide when that time period would be. Just when the nation was it's most bloodthirsty, most cruel and in general when they were on their baddest behavior. It happens slowly and they try to figure out how to stop it.

Bonus 1: Germany flips out. The other nations look to him for guidance but he's too busy locking himself up in his basement and just in general being a wreck.

Bonus 2: Sweden is one of the first to get hit and he is truly terrifying. (I love seeing my favorites being kind of evil haha.)

Bonus 3: Not all nations go through it, just some. And others worry about when/if they will be turned and what their worst selves actually are.

Re: Multiple Nations: Becoming the worst versions of themselves

(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Any nations you want to see in particular other than Germany and Sweden? I want to know who else to throw in the pot.

Hate Plague (1/?)

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FrancexEngland ddlg kink

(Anonymous) 2016-05-16 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
france and england (can be malexmale, femalexfemale or malexfemale ) are both into the ddlg kink (you can decide on the roles for each other ) they try to keep this kink secret as much as they can and act it out completely once they get home from any meetings. Their relationship is very loving and whenever one asks for something the other tries their best to give them it.

This can be as long as you want to, i'm not that picky.

Bonuses; loving and caring sex, other countries finding out by accident.


(Anonymous) 2016-05-17 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear anon, it could be nice if there be something kind of fun-scary. For example Russia and 2p!Russia know each other very well (good relationship) and because they are bored they decided to make 1p Poland love them.
1. Poland don't know about 2p! Russia, he think that this is one person
2. They decided to hide it from Poland just to have more fun... till the end.
3. no rape, no blood,
can be some typical Russia behavior but i love it fun than sad. everything else is up to You

Roughly Screwed Austria

(Anonymous) 2016-05-19 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, sorry for how dirty this is, but give me Austria being roughly banged please. Doesn't have to be noncon, he can be begging for it, just something not soft at all would be cool :) Go crazy anons!


1. pairing not seen here all that often? I'm not opposed to PruAus or Aushun, but I wouldn't mind something else too.

Re: Roughly Screwed Austria

(Anonymous) 2016-05-23 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
If Austria is paired with a female, do you want him to get pegged at one point?

Re: Roughly Screwed Austria

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Japan +/ Russia, WW2 treaty.

(Anonymous) 2016-05-23 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently Japan and Russia never signed a peace treaty for WW2 because of a dispute over the Kuril Islands: http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Europe/2013/0429/Japan-and-Russia-want-to-finally-end-World-War-II-agree-it-is-abnormal-not-to

Hatesex or comedy, either's awesome, both is better.

Germano- hate sex

(Anonymous) 2016-05-25 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Germany is in a terrible mood because of something (probably Italy and Prussia being annoying shitheads- I say this with affection- but it's up to anon as to why.) Cue Romano to come and give him more hell. However, Germany is not having it now and he gives him hell right back.

Basically, what I'm looking for is a huge argument between Romano and Germany where they keep insulting each other and trying to get the other to back down, with Romano constantly pushing Germany's buttons to get a bigger reaction, until it gets physical. Which starts to turn Romano on.

Romano is such a temperamental bottle of explosive emotion, the epitome of a loose cannon, he actually REALLY likes it when someone can be really harsh with him and control him. Which leads to intense smut.

Bonus- They don't have romantic feelings for each other. It's totally animalistic.

Bonus- Romano cries during sex because of how rough Germany gets with him.

Bonus- Romano is forced to deepthroat, and it's rough and unpleasant for him.

I'm going to hell.

Re: Germano- hate sex

(Anonymous) 2016-05-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Have I died and gone to heaven? Because this is perfection.

International Affairs

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