I hope it's somehow like you wanted it! I thought France would be a good fit for this prompt.
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Germany was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, having a little hardship believing what had just happened. He never had done anything like that before, not that he didn't want to. No, it was mainly caused by his previous partners ; He was admittedly not very good at the whole courting thing, which led to a sort of forced celibacy. His previous boyfriends and girlfriends were nice but he didn't dare to ask that out of them, a little scared they'd leave him for it. But this man, this one was so irritating, and he had actually asked for it. Ludwig didn't hide his magazines so well this time, and Francis had found them after he slept over, and had seemingly taken a great interest in them. The Frenchman had started it all by teasing him about it, making sure he would blush, obviously enjoying how flustered he could get. Ludwig didn't really appreciate that and sometimes just wanted to smack him across the head, though he held back ; he didn't especially want to become an abusive boyfriend, he did somehow like the man. Then one day, as they were simply having lunch together without especially talking, France had told him he wouldn't mind it if they tried some of that bondage thing he was so into. After a rather awkward talk, they'd agreed on a few things and started to wait for the right moment. Said moment had happened a little while ago, when Francis had tried to push his buttons again ; he did that often, and this time it had somehow worked. Germany didn't think he had it in himself to become like that in bed ; he was rather vanilla usually, and making that fantasy come true felt rather nice, though slightly weird as well.
He looked at the body next to his ; Francis had seemingly enjoyed how rough he'd been while they were at it, though now he looked rather tired and perhaps in a bit of pain. He was kind of... old, compared to him, and it caught up with him after the acrobatic things they did. Plus Ludwig could imagine his bottom hurt after it all ; he'd been on the receiving end a few times and it was rather uncomfortable, without it being as... passionate. He could see a few bruises form where he's sucked and bit the skin, feeling just a little ashamed at how he'd behaved ; he hoped Francis would be fine.
The German decided to do something about it, standing up, sliding some clothes on (he refused to walk around naked, even after sex, just in case his brother or Feliciano decided to drop by unanounced. They did that often.) and going outside. Francis was asleep right now, and he hoped to be back before he woke up.
After a quick walk around town to do some shopping, he was back, hanging his coat and going to the kitchen ; once there, he worked on some sort of breakfast for his lover. They didn't take the time to eat today, since they were both on holidays and just happened to have some morning sex. It was still early enough for them to have some sort of late breakfast. He'd made sure to find a nice, French bakery, looking at all the sweets offered and picking what he thought Francis would like best, some croissants. He'd gotten some Nutella for him too, knowing the man liked it quite a lot, and made some coffee for him. He cleaned the Kitchen quickly after that, only adding a single,red rose he'd bought him as well, knowing the man liked those flowers quite a lot. Plus, even though he didn't really mention it, he had a general understanding of flower's meanings and knew what this one especially meant.
He hoped it was romantic enough for Francis ; he often told him he wasn't spontaneous enough, and didn't listen to his heart and other stuff of the like ; it wasn't something Ludwig did often, he preferred logical things. The way book presented life and its wonders was reassuring to him. While thinking about books, he grabbed one for his lover ; he hoped the man would stay in bed today, and didn't want him to be without distractions when he'd be gone to do his own things.
He pushed the door open with his hip, glad he didn't close it completely, his hands taken by the trail he'd taken with him ; Francis was lying in bed on his side, looking at where he was lying only about an hour ago. He shifted a little when the door creaked, his eyes now on Ludwig. Said man walked toward him, a very awkward smile present on his face ; he still felt bad. France shifted a little, sitting up with a wince ; his whole body was aching, like he had been running for a long while or done some extreme sports. In a way, it was true though. He looked at what Ludwig brought him, taking the trail on his lap, surprised. This was good, if Ludwig was ready to do anything for him now... He never allowed breakfast in bed since crumbs could fall on the sheets, and it was something he absolutely couldn't accept. This was a nice change. Francis looked at him as he climbed in bed next to him, sitting down though not touching him. He took a croissant with a shaky hand before letting out a small whimper.
“Ah, Ludwig, I'm feeling so weak...Could you spread the nutella on my croissant ? I don't think I'll be able to do it...”
He really just was lazy and wanted to see how far he could push the man ; he was pretty good at acting. Ludwig nodded, quickly doing so, grabbing the pastry, slicing it open and spreading a nice amount of nutella on it. He tried to give it back to Francis who gave him a pitiful look.
“Can you dip it in my coffee and feed it to me too?”
Ludwig nodded, doing just that, not willing to refuse him anything; it was amusing to see him so careful and obedient, he was actually pretty cute. Francis finished his breakfast like that, pushing the boundaries quite a lot though Ludwig simply let him do for once; generally, he told him off when he threw a tantrum or two. Francis supposed it was because of the spice they had added in their sexual life. He didn't mind it, though it was true it brought him some pain, it wasn't as unbearable as he made it out to be. He took the small pill present on the trail, a painkiller, actually grateful for all Ludwig did for him. He was really pushing it. Ludwig looked at him some more, his eyes trailing over the bruises on his body, and he noticed it. He still was naked and didn't mind it, really, though the slight emotion showing on the other's face made him feel a little bad too. He'd have to comfort him, it seemed...And he supposed letting himself be pampered a little would be the best way to go for now.
Ludwig had reached for the first aid kit he had in his room, taking some disinfectant, band-aids and some sort of cream he'd found that helped bruises. They were nations and it wasn't especially needed but he felt bad seeing it all and wanted to do something, anything to make it better. He reached out to clean the small wounds up, Francis pushing the blanket off himself and exposing himself to let him do so. He winced a little when it was applied, not enjoying the slight pain it brought him, though it wasn't too bad, he'd seen worse. Ludwig kept on going silently, his movements rather gentle and caring; it was rare to see him act like that, so sweet and all; Ludwig didn't especially look like he could be sweet or gentle honestly.
Once he was done cleaning up every little cuts and putting something on all the bruises he could find, Ludwig looked away, like a sheepish child would do. He wasn't sure of what to do now to make it better, only remembering something last minute; his brother did this when he hurt himself, but it was highly embarrassing now, he wasn't a kid, Francis wasn't either...But Francis loved affection. Ludwig blushed a little before leaning in, dropping a small kiss to the man's forehead. Francis, not expecting this, blushed slightly as well, before smiling at him.
“It's all better now.”
To illustrate what he'd been saying, he sat up, his behind not agreeing with him much but still; shifting did hurt though the pain was starting to fade now the painkillers were being digested. He wrapped his arms around his lover.
“But it'll be even better if you stay to cuddle~”
Germany actually smiled now, a small but genuine smile; it would be fine, he'd done a good job caring for France, and he wouldn't leave him. He agreed on obeying that last demand, actually enjoying said cuddling; it lasted for quite a long time.
OMG! HAPPINESS! This is OP! Thank you for being the first person to ever fill a yuri request for me on either Hetalia kink meme! I love it and it is not crappy at all!
England never mentioned it but deep down he has developed the feeling that France was sexually abused when he was younger. One day, when they're working together, England can't stop observing France and getting through all the 'evidence' he thinks he has found for his theory.
It's up to you if England decides to keep his thoughts to himself and just gives a little silent but respectful comfort, or if England actually speaks what's on his mind.
America somehow manages to convince Lithuania that it might be fun to partnerswap for a night, just to spice things up in their respective relationships. Poland's game for it, and Canada is puzzled but goes along out of sheer curiosity. Who ends up with who is up to the author, but I'd like to hope that they can all get some enjoyment out of the evening!
Re: America/Canada and Poland/Lithuania - Partnerswap
For whatever reason, pirate!England finds himself in the future, and smut ensues with his present self. Can be noncon or dubcon, depending on the filler.
For several years now, Estonia has been bringing in a little spare change on the side making custom sex toys for other nations. All totally discreet and reasonably priced -- but what surprisingly kinky things has he been asked for since he opened up shop? And for whom?
Vietnam has never been intimate with her signficant other. Taiwan begins to give graphic advice based on her real experiences with her own signficant other. Vietnam's significant other can be anyone. Please don't make Taiwan's significant other any of the Asian nations. Het or femslash is fine.
Bonus: Taiwan convinces her significant other to assist with a visual demonstration.
I'd like to see America suffering from anorexia/bulimia athletica. He basically exercises excessively to burn all the calories but he doesn't even realize it has become an unhealthy obsession. Nation B confronts him and forces him to stay seated after eating.
Nation B can be anyone (though I'd love to see Canada or North Italy).
Russia is labeled "rapetruck" by the others. He really isn't, he never intended to hurt anyone, but he finds the "reputation" useful for him, because he gets respect(driven by fear) and no one messes with him.
When the Baltics misbehave, he often punish them as a parent would punish their child (ie no tecnological privileges, grounded in their rooms or some extra work), and he never got too far to the point of physical abuse (they are too scared to stand up against him).
Little Latvia, though, seems the one who's misbehaving the most, starting to find out the truth behind of Russia's reputation. He needs to have some "exemplar torture" so no other baltic follows his path.
The terrible merciless punishment? Tickling. It's super effective because Latvia is ticklish all over, and he promises to not let Russia's secret leak. Also, the yelps heard from outside and way he returns to his room - all flushed, unruffled and breathless - gives the other Baltics any other suspections but engaging on a tickle fight. The thing is - Latvia isn't so scared of his boss anymore, but he just pretends and joins the fun - maybe he can get to tickle Russia.
I really adore this pairing and I wish there were more drabbles of it. I'm really open to anything involving them, even platonic stuff! Historic or modern AU is fine, too.
Anyone who has gone through a Hetalia fic archive has seen the big history events done Hetalia style - the American Revolution, D-Day, the London Blitz, the dissolution of Prussia in 1947.
But what about the smaller events that few people in fandom write about, like the Iceland-UK Cod Wars, the US-Canada Halibut Treaty of the 1920s, or even the transport of Canadian rebels to Australia in the 1830s?
There's tons of really cool/tragic/hilarious things that happen on a smaller scale (or at least are less known), and I'd really love to read about them. :)
Bonus points for FACE interaction, double bonus for Commonwealth interaction, but these are just bonuses - I really do mean any character!
I would like some France/Romano fluff; I'd like to see how they get in their relationship and Spain's reaction to it. It'd be much better if Spain only acted like an overprotective father/brother since I don't like SpainxRomano.
The perfect time for female England to get her first period is when France is around! It's obvious that she's not feeling well. So of course France notices and comforts her a little.
This is a very unusual kink, I know, but I'd love to see some slow, gentle fisting with Arthur and Alfred, with lots of tenderness. Emphasis on the trust and intimacy involved would be wonderful.
I'm not picky about who tops, but it would be very nice if one of them has done this before/knows exactly what to do.
It had started out as their normal greeting, a quick peck on the lips. Then it had escalated from there. Even so, Alfred wasn't too sure about this. Arthur was sitting in front of him, waiting on his response. When he figured he wasn't going to get one, he spoke again. "You know I'd never to anything to hurt you,"he said softly. "Not if my life depended on it." And he wouldn't. Alfred knew that. It's just...this seemed so..different. After a while of thinking the situation over, Alfred gave a small nod and a smile. "Okay,"he said softly. "Sure," Arthur gave a faint smile, capturing Alfred's lips again gently. He could tell that the american was tense, and that wouldn't help either of them avoid pain. As such he pulled away and spoke softly, his lips brushing Alfred's lightly as he spoke. "You need to relax, love."he whispered. Alfred nodded, but didn't relax. Arthur rolled his eyes at that, moving back and pushing at Alfred's shoulder. "Lay down on your stomach,"he said softly. Alfred hesitated before he did as he was asked. It didn't take long for Alfred to get comfortable, and as soon as he had stilled, Arthur moved to where he was kneeling over him. If there was anything that could make Alfred relax, it was a massage, he'd learned. The first time they'd slept together, it had taken ages for Arthur to figure out the easiest way to get Alfred to relax. As Arthur started working the american's shoulders, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss against Alfred's neck. The hum he got from Alfred let him know that his method was working. Once Alfred had finally relaxed again, Arthur spoke. "Want to turn over so you can see me?"he asked. He knew that Alfred had a few trust issues when it came to being intimate with people. Alfred hesitated before he shook his head. "No. I trust you,"he whispered. That was a huge thing coming from Alfred and it caught Arthur off guard so much that he paused for a moment before he continued with what he was doing. He chuckled faintly, letting his hands ghost down the american's side gently, making him laugh and squirm. He was definitely ticklish, no matter how much he tried to deny it. Arthur's smile grew. He used this movement in order to rid the american of his boxers. Alfred glared back at him without any real heat. He should have known. Arthur leaned forward again, catching Alfred's lips in a passionate kiss, one that was quite happily returned. Alfred pulled back and nipped at the brit's neck lightly once before he settled again, letting him continue as he had been doing earlier. Silence filled the room, broken only by the steady breaths coming from the two as Arthur drug out a bottle of lube the two kept in the drawer by the bed. Moments later, the silence was broken by Alfred's hiss. "Damn, that's cold,"he grumbled. Arthur chuckled faintly. "I know,"he murmured. "It'll warm up soon, I promise." Alfred nodded, both to let Arthur know he understood and to let him know to continue. Arthur hesitated for a moment. "If you want me to stop at any time, just let me know, I will."he said softly. "I got it, Artie."Alfred said, looking back at Arthur. Arthur nodded and cautiously inserted a second finger into the american, who squirmed slightly, but didn't say anything. He didn't move his fingers until Alfred had settled and relaxed again. He knew that Alfred was probably uncomfortable right now. He knew from experience that this could hurt a lot. But he was stubbornly determined not to hurt his boyfriend. As soon as he shifted his fingers again, the whine Alfred let out made him stop. "You okay?"he asked softly. Alfred nodded, reaching back to brush Arthur's hair out of his eyes. Arthur reached up with his free hand and grabbed the american's hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed two kisses against the knuckles, before he half smiled. "I love you,"he whispered. "I mean it, if I'm hurting you, you need to tell me." Alfred nodded, pulling his hand back and letting Arthur continue his minstrations. At some point, he let out a surprised gasp, his hand gripping the sheets tightly for a moment. Arthur chuckled. "That felt good, did it?"he asked softly, eyes bright as he watched his boyfriend squirm, trying to get him to move his fingers again from where he'd stopped. Alfred whined. "Yeah.."he whispered. "Now continue, please?" Arthur laughed, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend once more before he continued, carefully inserting a third finger. He gave Alfred a moment to adjust before he continued forward, keen on not hurting him. "You sure you want to continue this? We can stop if you're not comfortable. You might be kinda sore tomorrow.." "You're always looking out for me.."Alfred whispered before he responded. "Go ahead." And so, Arthur did. He took his time, making sure he wouldn't hurt Alfred, not wanting to throw the other male's trust back in his face by hurting him when he had so clearly stated that he trusted Arthur not to hurt him. By the time that he managed to get his entire fist in, Alfred was pretty at ease. It surprised him, as the first time someone had done this to him he had tensed up so much by then that it had hurt like hell. But then..he hadn't trusted the person. Alfred trusted him. Arthur let Alfred get used to the feeling before he decided to slowly close his fist inside of the other male, making him cry out. Arthur stopped, giving Alfred a startled look. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Alfred shook his head. "N-no. That felt weird.." Arthur laughed lightly. Of course Alfred would do that. He leaned down and captured Alfred's lips in a gentle kiss as he finished closing his fist, swallowing the sounds that Alfred made in surprise at the feeling. Once more, Arthur stopped movement to let Alfred get used to the feeling before he actually started moving again. He kept a gentle rhythm, careful not to hurt the american. Alfred turned slightly, kissing Arthur again as he got used to the slow rhythm that had been set up. The new angling, however, made Alfred let out another small whine of surprise as Arthur managed to hit his prostate again. Arthur chuckled faintly, having learned that that was what the small whine meant. The brit pulled his hand fully out just before Alfred came, finishing the job off before he curled up beside him. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me do that,"he whispered. Alfred nuzzled Arthur's disarrayed hair before he smiled. "Yeah, me too. Though I might regret it tomorrow," "At least I was gentle with you,"Arthur responded. "It hurts like hell otherwise," Alfred cut this off before Arthur got going on a soapbox by kissing him firmly. "Go to sleep,"he whispered, letting his lips brush against Arthur's once he pulled back. It wasn't long after that that Alfred fell asleep. Arthur stayed up, staring at his boyfriend's peaceful face with a soft smile. The boy trusted him so much. He was glad.
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aph_kinkmeme) wrote2015-11-02 08:53 pm
(Example post) MisterA/Miss B, eating lunch together
(Example Fill) Lunch together
Mister A and Miss B are eating lunch together; they're having pasta at a fancy restaurant.
France Russia
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: France Russia
(Anonymous) 2013-04-06 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)Germany/any aftercare
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)Germany/France Aftercare
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 11:18 am (UTC)(link)-----
Germany was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, having a little hardship believing what had just happened. He never had done anything like that before, not that he didn't want to. No, it was mainly caused by his previous partners ; He was admittedly not very good at the whole courting thing, which led to a sort of forced celibacy. His previous boyfriends and girlfriends were nice but he didn't dare to ask that out of them, a little scared they'd leave him for it. But this man, this one was so irritating, and he had actually asked for it.
Ludwig didn't hide his magazines so well this time, and Francis had found them after he slept over, and had seemingly taken a great interest in them. The Frenchman had started it all by teasing him about it, making sure he would blush, obviously enjoying how flustered he could get. Ludwig didn't really appreciate that and sometimes just wanted to smack him across the head, though he held back ; he didn't especially want to become an abusive boyfriend, he did somehow like the man.
Then one day, as they were simply having lunch together without especially talking, France had told him he wouldn't mind it if they tried some of that bondage thing he was so into. After a rather awkward talk, they'd agreed on a few things and started to wait for the right moment.
Said moment had happened a little while ago, when Francis had tried to push his buttons again ; he did that often, and this time it had somehow worked. Germany didn't think he had it in himself to become like that in bed ; he was rather vanilla usually, and making that fantasy come true felt rather nice, though slightly weird as well.
He looked at the body next to his ; Francis had seemingly enjoyed how rough he'd been while they were at it, though now he looked rather tired and perhaps in a bit of pain. He was kind of... old, compared to him, and it caught up with him after the acrobatic things they did. Plus Ludwig could imagine his bottom hurt after it all ; he'd been on the receiving end a few times and it was rather uncomfortable, without it being as... passionate. He could see a few bruises form where he's sucked and bit the skin, feeling just a little ashamed at how he'd behaved ; he hoped Francis would be fine.
The German decided to do something about it, standing up, sliding some clothes on (he refused to walk around naked, even after sex, just in case his brother or Feliciano decided to drop by unanounced. They did that often.) and going outside. Francis was asleep right now, and he hoped to be back before he woke up.
After a quick walk around town to do some shopping, he was back, hanging his coat and going to the kitchen ; once there, he worked on some sort of breakfast for his lover. They didn't take the time to eat today, since they were both on holidays and just happened to have some morning sex. It was still early enough for them to have some sort of late breakfast. He'd made sure to find a nice, French bakery, looking at all the sweets offered and picking what he thought Francis would like best, some croissants. He'd gotten some Nutella for him too, knowing the man liked it quite a lot, and made some coffee for him. He cleaned the Kitchen quickly after that, only adding a single,red rose he'd bought him as well, knowing the man liked those flowers quite a lot. Plus, even though he didn't really mention it, he had a general understanding of flower's meanings and knew what this one especially meant.
He hoped it was romantic enough for Francis ; he often told him he wasn't spontaneous enough, and didn't listen to his heart and other stuff of the like ; it wasn't something Ludwig did often, he preferred logical things. The way book presented life and its wonders was reassuring to him. While thinking about books, he grabbed one for his lover ; he hoped the man would stay in bed today, and didn't want him to be without distractions when he'd be gone to do his own things.
He pushed the door open with his hip, glad he didn't close it completely, his hands taken by the trail he'd taken with him ; Francis was lying in bed on his side, looking at where he was lying only about an hour ago. He shifted a little when the door creaked, his eyes now on Ludwig. Said man walked toward him, a very awkward smile present on his face ; he still felt bad.
France shifted a little, sitting up with a wince ; his whole body was aching, like he had been running for a long while or done some extreme sports. In a way, it was true though. He looked at what Ludwig brought him, taking the trail on his lap, surprised. This was good, if Ludwig was ready to do anything for him now... He never allowed breakfast in bed since crumbs could fall on the sheets, and it was something he absolutely couldn't accept. This was a nice change. Francis looked at him as he climbed in bed next to him, sitting down though not touching him. He took a croissant with a shaky hand before letting out a small whimper.
“Ah, Ludwig, I'm feeling so weak...Could you spread the nutella on my croissant ? I don't think I'll be able to do it...”
He really just was lazy and wanted to see how far he could push the man ; he was pretty good at acting. Ludwig nodded, quickly doing so, grabbing the pastry, slicing it open and spreading a nice amount of nutella on it. He tried to give it back to Francis who gave him a pitiful look.
“Can you dip it in my coffee and feed it to me too?”
Ludwig nodded, doing just that, not willing to refuse him anything; it was amusing to see him so careful and obedient, he was actually pretty cute.
Francis finished his breakfast like that, pushing the boundaries quite a lot though Ludwig simply let him do for once; generally, he told him off when he threw a tantrum or two. Francis supposed it was because of the spice they had added in their sexual life. He didn't mind it, though it was true it brought him some pain, it wasn't as unbearable as he made it out to be. He took the small pill present on the trail, a painkiller, actually grateful for all Ludwig did for him.
He was really pushing it. Ludwig looked at him some more, his eyes trailing over the bruises on his body, and he noticed it. He still was naked and didn't mind it, really, though the slight emotion showing on the other's face made him feel a little bad too. He'd have to comfort him, it seemed...And he supposed letting himself be pampered a little would be the best way to go for now.
Ludwig had reached for the first aid kit he had in his room, taking some disinfectant, band-aids and some sort of cream he'd found that helped bruises. They were nations and it wasn't especially needed but he felt bad seeing it all and wanted to do something, anything to make it better. He reached out to clean the small wounds up, Francis pushing the blanket off himself and exposing himself to let him do so. He winced a little when it was applied, not enjoying the slight pain it brought him, though it wasn't too bad, he'd seen worse. Ludwig kept on going silently, his movements rather gentle and caring; it was rare to see him act like that, so sweet and all; Ludwig didn't especially look like he could be sweet or gentle honestly.
Once he was done cleaning up every little cuts and putting something on all the bruises he could find, Ludwig looked away, like a sheepish child would do. He wasn't sure of what to do now to make it better, only remembering something last minute; his brother did this when he hurt himself, but it was highly embarrassing now, he wasn't a kid, Francis wasn't either...But Francis loved affection. Ludwig blushed a little before leaning in, dropping a small kiss to the man's forehead. Francis, not expecting this, blushed slightly as well, before smiling at him.
“It's all better now.”
To illustrate what he'd been saying, he sat up, his behind not agreeing with him much but still; shifting did hurt though the pain was starting to fade now the painkillers were being digested. He wrapped his arms around his lover.
“But it'll be even better if you stay to cuddle~”
Germany actually smiled now, a small but genuine smile; it would be fine, he'd done a good job caring for France, and he wouldn't leave him. He agreed on obeying that last demand, actually enjoying said cuddling; it lasted for quite a long time.
Netherlands/Japan, Merman
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)5 Bonus Points: They get into an extremely awkward relationship!
1000000 Bonus Points: Cute bathtub cuddles!
Re: Netherlands/Japan, Merman
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 01:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: Netherlands/Japan, Merman
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)--OP
Belarus/Fem!America - Wild West
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Belarus/Fem!America - Wild West
(Anonymous) 2012-12-04 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)http://i49.tinypic.com/4vmtxu.jpg
Re: Belarus/Fem!America - Wild West
(Anonymous) 2012-12-04 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Belarus/Fem!America - Wild West
(Anonymous) 2012-12-05 02:23 am (UTC)(link)France, England: friendship, hurt/comfort
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)One day, when they're working together, England can't stop observing France and getting through all the 'evidence' he thinks he has found for his theory.
It's up to you if England decides to keep his thoughts to himself and just gives a little silent but respectful comfort, or if England actually speaks what's on his mind.
America/Canada and Poland/Lithuania - Partnerswap
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: America/Canada and Poland/Lithuania - Partnerswap
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)Englandcest (pirate&modern), bondage
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Bondage is a big bonus.
Estonia - Made-to-Order Sex Toys
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 05:23 am (UTC)(link)Taiwan & Vietnam - Explicit advice
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 06:17 am (UTC)(link)Bonus: Taiwan convinces her significant other to assist with a visual demonstration.
Austria/Hungary - spending Christmas together
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)America & ?: eating disorder
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)Nation B confronts him and forces him to stay seated after eating.
Nation B can be anyone (though I'd love to see Canada or North Italy).
Russia/Latvia, tickling as "torture"
(Anonymous) 2012-12-04 12:12 am (UTC)(link)When the Baltics misbehave, he often punish them as a parent would punish their child (ie no tecnological privileges, grounded in their rooms or some extra work), and he never got too far to the point of physical abuse (they are too scared to stand up against him).
Little Latvia, though, seems the one who's misbehaving the most, starting to find out the truth behind of Russia's reputation. He needs to have some "exemplar torture" so no other baltic follows his path.
The terrible merciless punishment? Tickling. It's super effective because Latvia is ticklish all over, and he promises to not let Russia's secret leak. Also, the yelps heard from outside and way he returns to his room - all flushed, unruffled and breathless - gives the other Baltics any other suspections but engaging on a tickle fight. The thing is - Latvia isn't so scared of his boss anymore, but he just pretends and joins the fun - maybe he can get to tickle Russia.
Make as cracky as possible, anon ;)
Rome/China
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)Prussia Switzerland
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 04:58 am (UTC)(link)Bonus points if it's in the same room - and if the prostitutes are Austrian!
Switzerland & N. Italy
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 05:01 am (UTC)(link)Any: Little known history
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 06:30 am (UTC)(link)But what about the smaller events that few people in fandom write about, like the Iceland-UK Cod Wars, the US-Canada Halibut Treaty of the 1920s, or even the transport of Canadian rebels to Australia in the 1830s?
There's tons of really cool/tragic/hilarious things that happen on a smaller scale (or at least are less known), and I'd really love to read about them. :)
Bonus points for FACE interaction, double bonus for Commonwealth interaction, but these are just bonuses - I really do mean any character!
Re: Any: Little known history
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Any: Little known history OP
(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)France/Romano
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)fem!England/France: first period
(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 12:05 am (UTC)(link)England/America
(Anonymous) 2012-12-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)I'm not picky about who tops, but it would be very nice if one of them has done this before/knows exactly what to do.
Re: England/America
(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur was sitting in front of him, waiting on his response. When he figured he wasn't going to get one, he spoke again. "You know I'd never to anything to hurt you,"he said softly. "Not if my life depended on it."
And he wouldn't. Alfred knew that. It's just...this seemed so..different.
After a while of thinking the situation over, Alfred gave a small nod and a smile. "Okay,"he said softly. "Sure,"
Arthur gave a faint smile, capturing Alfred's lips again gently. He could tell that the american was tense, and that wouldn't help either of them avoid pain. As such he pulled away and spoke softly, his lips brushing Alfred's lightly as he spoke. "You need to relax, love."he whispered.
Alfred nodded, but didn't relax.
Arthur rolled his eyes at that, moving back and pushing at Alfred's shoulder. "Lay down on your stomach,"he said softly.
Alfred hesitated before he did as he was asked.
It didn't take long for Alfred to get comfortable, and as soon as he had stilled, Arthur moved to where he was kneeling over him. If there was anything that could make Alfred relax, it was a massage, he'd learned. The first time they'd slept together, it had taken ages for Arthur to figure out the easiest way to get Alfred to relax.
As Arthur started working the american's shoulders, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss against Alfred's neck.
The hum he got from Alfred let him know that his method was working.
Once Alfred had finally relaxed again, Arthur spoke. "Want to turn over so you can see me?"he asked. He knew that Alfred had a few trust issues when it came to being intimate with people.
Alfred hesitated before he shook his head. "No. I trust you,"he whispered.
That was a huge thing coming from Alfred and it caught Arthur off guard so much that he paused for a moment before he continued with what he was doing.
He chuckled faintly, letting his hands ghost down the american's side gently, making him laugh and squirm. He was definitely ticklish, no matter how much he tried to deny it.
Arthur's smile grew. He used this movement in order to rid the american of his boxers. Alfred glared back at him without any real heat. He should have known.
Arthur leaned forward again, catching Alfred's lips in a passionate kiss, one that was quite happily returned.
Alfred pulled back and nipped at the brit's neck lightly once before he settled again, letting him continue as he had been doing earlier.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the steady breaths coming from the two as Arthur drug out a bottle of lube the two kept in the drawer by the bed.
Moments later, the silence was broken by Alfred's hiss. "Damn, that's cold,"he grumbled.
Arthur chuckled faintly. "I know,"he murmured. "It'll warm up soon, I promise."
Alfred nodded, both to let Arthur know he understood and to let him know to continue.
Arthur hesitated for a moment. "If you want me to stop at any time, just let me know, I will."he said softly.
"I got it, Artie."Alfred said, looking back at Arthur.
Arthur nodded and cautiously inserted a second finger into the american, who squirmed slightly, but didn't say anything.
He didn't move his fingers until Alfred had settled and relaxed again. He knew that Alfred was probably uncomfortable right now. He knew from experience that this could hurt a lot. But he was stubbornly determined not to hurt his boyfriend.
As soon as he shifted his fingers again, the whine Alfred let out made him stop. "You okay?"he asked softly.
Alfred nodded, reaching back to brush Arthur's hair out of his eyes.
Arthur reached up with his free hand and grabbed the american's hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed two kisses against the knuckles, before he half smiled. "I love you,"he whispered. "I mean it, if I'm hurting you, you need to tell me."
Alfred nodded, pulling his hand back and letting Arthur continue his minstrations. At some point, he let out a surprised gasp, his hand gripping the sheets tightly for a moment.
Arthur chuckled. "That felt good, did it?"he asked softly, eyes bright as he watched his boyfriend squirm, trying to get him to move his fingers again from where he'd stopped.
Alfred whined. "Yeah.."he whispered. "Now continue, please?"
Arthur laughed, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend once more before he continued, carefully inserting a third finger. He gave Alfred a moment to adjust before he continued forward, keen on not hurting him. "You sure you want to continue this? We can stop if you're not comfortable. You might be kinda sore tomorrow.."
"You're always looking out for me.."Alfred whispered before he responded. "Go ahead."
And so, Arthur did. He took his time, making sure he wouldn't hurt Alfred, not wanting to throw the other male's trust back in his face by hurting him when he had so clearly stated that he trusted Arthur not to hurt him.
By the time that he managed to get his entire fist in, Alfred was pretty at ease. It surprised him, as the first time someone had done this to him he had tensed up so much by then that it had hurt like hell. But then..he hadn't trusted the person. Alfred trusted him.
Arthur let Alfred get used to the feeling before he decided to slowly close his fist inside of the other male, making him cry out.
Arthur stopped, giving Alfred a startled look. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Alfred shook his head. "N-no. That felt weird.."
Arthur laughed lightly. Of course Alfred would do that. He leaned down and captured Alfred's lips in a gentle kiss as he finished closing his fist, swallowing the sounds that Alfred made in surprise at the feeling.
Once more, Arthur stopped movement to let Alfred get used to the feeling before he actually started moving again. He kept a gentle rhythm, careful not to hurt the american.
Alfred turned slightly, kissing Arthur again as he got used to the slow rhythm that had been set up.
The new angling, however, made Alfred let out another small whine of surprise as Arthur managed to hit his prostate again.
Arthur chuckled faintly, having learned that that was what the small whine meant.
The brit pulled his hand fully out just before Alfred came, finishing the job off before he curled up beside him. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me do that,"he whispered.
Alfred nuzzled Arthur's disarrayed hair before he smiled. "Yeah, me too. Though I might regret it tomorrow,"
"At least I was gentle with you,"Arthur responded. "It hurts like hell otherwise,"
Alfred cut this off before Arthur got going on a soapbox by kissing him firmly. "Go to sleep,"he whispered, letting his lips brush against Arthur's once he pulled back.
It wasn't long after that that Alfred fell asleep. Arthur stayed up, staring at his boyfriend's peaceful face with a soft smile. The boy trusted him so much. He was glad.
fem!turkey/fem!greece - tribbing
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