Author!Anon CH 6
Title: Author!Anon
Author(s): my bunny co-worker and me; edits done by me
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairing(s): England, America; US/UK
Rating: PG13/hard R; this chapter is hard R/NC-17
Warnings: may cause your head to explode, lots of Author's/Editor's notes
Summary: America has a secret. He's a fanfiction author for the Hetalia kink_meme. This is his story as he struggles with strange de-anons, writer's block, and real life...as told by England.
AKA, the fic that has utterly destroyed my reputation. Originally for the kink_meme, now with edits and extra bits.
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CH 1: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/1916.html
CH 2: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2266.html
CH 3: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2467.html
CH 4: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2759.html
CH 5: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2917.html
Editor's Notes: All Editor's Notes and commentary will be at the end of the chapter. In the meantime, please enjoy the next chapter of “Author!Anon”.
Originally posted September 4, 2009. 9:19-9:23AM EDT
Author's Note: Warning: A switch in POV...You'll see why.
It was the day after America had his miniature meltdown. It was a new morning (the sun had not even risen yet) and the superpower was currently passed out on the bed. Yet, England was awake and alone with his thoughts. The sheer guilt was tugging at England's spirit so strongly that eventually he could not do much more but lie there. He left the house at roughly seven in the morning (he was careful not to wake America) and returned back to his hotel. He had made up his mind to confess to America, but he still felt unsure.
England wasn't sure where to start, in all honesty. He knew he had to at least admit to the deed and apologise. But it was terribly difficult as his pride and guilt fought against each other for dominance over his emotions.
America had fallen completely to pieces the other day in a haunting parody of the tensions of the Cold War. England never expected that the other would react so strongly, but he had forgotten that America's paranoia was easily as legendary as Russia's madness. Luckily, America's episode had been brief, so there would be no lasting damage to the country as a whole.
Part of England wanted to go into denial. It was America's fault in the first place! If the git had simply asked England for permission to start working on embarrassing material about their relationship this whole crisis would have been avoided! England would have never had the need to get back at the thoughtless brat and America would have been comfortable in his anonymity.
But then his guilt would kindly remind England that he had enjoyed it. Oh how England enjoyed America's panic in the beginning before the boy went completely loony, the prat. It was not just the absolute thrill of watching the boy become an utter mess that had excited England. This whole escapade had been a brief, yet enlightening, glimpse into America's mindset. England had enjoyed discovering America's thought process as the former colony went about writing his tales.
Pride versus guilt. Guilt versus pride. And all of this wrapped up in questions: How do I even tell him? Will he be upset? Will he forgive me?
England groaned and buried his face in his hands. He and America have had plenty of spats in the past, some of them far more complicated and messy than being idiots to each over the internet. Compared to America's Revolution, something like this foolishness on the kink_meme was nothing.
When he arrived at the hotel, England found himself typing out the details of the day before and posting it on the meme. He might as well confess to his guilt on the internet as practice before he spoke to America. England spent the day making the appropriate calls to excuse America from the meetings for the day. After a brief amount of hesitation, England also made excuses for himself. He needed some time to reflect upon his actions and decide on the next step.
England eventually chose to wait until the next day to confront America. England would take the American to dinner, preferably some place very open and public to avoid loud outcries and retaliation. Then he would pacify the bespectacled Nation with hamburgers along with those oddly coloured candies and biscuits he enjoyed so much. After that he would explain to America everything calmly and gently with a little bit more food bribery. Yes, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, even the best laid plans can go astray.
~
Night fell. America had not called him or gotten in contact with him in any way at all during the day, so England deduced that the younger male was still sorting out his own thoughts and calming down. That was perfectly fine for England, since he was not quite sure what to say to America yet. England went to bed at roughly ten in the evening, his mind still churning with ideas and shame. His sleep was deep and dark, but for some reason, in his dreams, he heard the turning of a lock.
At two in the morning, England was gradually awoken by a most delicious sensation.
Something was touching him down there. It was a gentle tugging, slow, yet firm, just the way he liked it. The feeling of it was enhanced due to the lingering tendrils of sleep clouding his mind. Instinctively, England reached down to guide whatever was teasing him when...
...Fuck. His hands were tied to the headboard! Green eyes snapped open wide only to be met with pitch blackness.
“How are you enjoying your wake up call?” America's voice greeted from the darkness as his hand moved more firmly on England's clothed groin.
“A-America?” England half whispered half groaned as tendrils of pleasure flitted across his flesh, “What are you doing here?”
“Punishing you,” came the curt answer, emphasised with a firmer tug on England's cock, “You've been a bad bunny.”
“W-What?”
America flicked on the light. After blinking spots out of his eyes, England stared up into wild blue eyes.
“Fuck. You look even cuter than I imagined,” America smirked as the movement of his hand ceased. England groaned in disappointment.
“Who said you could stop, you twat!” England hissed, bucking his hips insistently, “Under the clothes this time!”
America laughed, a dark throaty sound that was rather uncharacteristic of the American, “Since when did little bunnies command wolves?”
England's mouth went dry as America leaned forward revealing a pair of wolf ears nestled in his hair. The Briton shook his head slightly, feeling something foreign on his own head. He didn't need a mirror to know they were rabbit ears.
“Oh bloody hell, I'm dreaming,” England breathed, leaning back into the pillows. Maybe if he closed his eyes and thought hard enough he could go back to his dreamless sleep, or wake up properly so he could have a wank.
“No, you're being punished,” America corrected, a slight pout in his tone, “Get with the program, Iggy!”
England gasped when he felt his undergarments get pulled down to trap his legs. The cool air and America's breath teased his exposed skin, explicitly real. Fine, maybe it wasn't a dream.
“America! What are you doing?!”
America rolled his eyes, and leaned closer so his lips were hovering over the Briton's straining need, “Like I said, I'm punishing you, and you're going to take it like the fluffy puffy rabbit you are.”
“The hell I'm no-ngh!”
All further arguments and thoughts were cut off as America's mouth latched onto the Briton's cock.
Groaning loudly, England put aside the thoughts of why and focused more on that warm wet heat. America was giving no mercy tonight, sucking hard, and bobbing his head quickly. One of America's hand's drifted under clothing to tease the Briton's nipples, fingertips drawing lazy patterns on skin as they inched up. England's hips started to buck, but they were held back down by the American's rough hands.
“Fuck...” England breathed after a particularly hard suckle, “More...”
America growled around the heated flesh then drew away abruptly, causing the Briton to snarl in protest. The younger Nation simply laughed.
“Silly Iggy,” America taunted as he began to rip off the older man's top, “This is punishment, remember?”
“For what?” England panted, but he already knew the answer. America's grin turned wolfish, like the creature he was dressed as.
“De-anoning me.”
“Shit,” England hissed, “America, I-”
“I know you're sorry,” America interrupted, as his fingers went back to drawing invisible pictures on the Briton's skin, “I found your story. 'Author!Anon.'”
America grinned widely as he pinched down on a nipple causing England to mewl, “Don't worry though! I'm here to be a hero and fix a problem. You can grovel for my forgiveness later.”
“You-”
America promptly quieted England with an open kiss. When America pulled away, his hand was back on England's cock, stroking it languidly.
“Bunny Iggy,” America began seriously, even as England flushed with pleasure, “Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”
~
Sometime later, both Nations were sprawled out on the bed, sticky and tired, clad in nothing except for the costume animal ears. Much to his displeasure, England's arms were still tied above his head. Luckily, they were comfortable enough, though he suspected his arms had fallen asleep.
“You,” England huffed as he tried blowing away a floppy bunny ear from his face, “are a complete and utter animal. I hope you have an explanation for this.”
“Revenge, beeyatch!” America drawled, kissing the corner of England's mouth. The Briton's teeth snapped at America's nose causing the younger man to withdraw quickly.
America laughed and hopped out of the bed.
“Oi!” England growled, tugging at his restraints, “Untie me, idiot!”
“Mmmm, maybe later,” America chirped, choosing to ignore the other's strangled scream, “I've got things to do first.”
“What things?”
America smirked and reached over to the hotel safe. After picking the lock, to England's supreme horror, the America pulled out a rather familiar mirror.
“High tech spying equipment comes in all shapes, don't they?” America grinned as he fiddled with England's magic mirror, “Heyyyyyy! This thing has a rewind button. Cool!”
“Don't touch that, you git!” England snarled struggling in vain against his bindings, “How did you know it was there?!”
“In one of your replies on the kink_meme you mentioned it was in a 'safe place,'” America snickered, as he played with the mirror, “I know you, Iggy. You love making insides jokes in your writing with your play on words and alliteration...ha, I bet you thought I didn't know that word. I don't know why you bother with alliteration, no one notices it. It's only really good for poetry. Fuck, I don't know why I use it sometimes in prose. I think it's another bad habit I got from you.”
“Belt up,” England growled baring his teeth in a vicious manner that was completely undermined by the fluffy ears attached to his head, “All use of alliteration is amazing and alluring, you aggravating American.”
America ignored him in favour of playing with the mirror, “Oh wow, I can see what you did yesterday~! That's so awesome!”
“You idiot, haven't you heard of privacy?!” England shrieked, pulling viciously on the ties that held him. They refused to budge.
“Yeah, but you haven't,” America flippantly replied.
“Fuck you!”
“I did,” America grinned smugly, licking his lips with remembered pleasure, “Over and over like a fucking rabbit.”
England flushed, “Yo-you pervert! Sexual deviant!”
“Learned from the best~!”
“Untie me, brat, so I can strangle you!”
“Uh, nope,” America laughed as he booted up England's computer, “You've been a jerk, England. I thought something really bad was going on, you know.”
England went still, guilt tugging at him again, “I...I'm sorry.”
“I've already forgiven you,” America waved aside his concerns, “'Cause heroes give people second chances. And we've been through a lot worse, right? I mean, don't get me wrong. I was mad when I first got that message from Tony about what you had done. Really. Saw red for about an hour. But then I remembered what we've been through. And I started reading your fic, and even if it was making fun of me, it was fucking hilarious! And the fact that you wrote it in my English...well fuck. Don't think I'll let you forget that you did! I'll be holding that over your head for ages!”
“...Wait, if you're not upset, what was with that 'punishment'?!”
“You weren't calling it punishment a little while ago,” America teased, pointedly raking his eyes across England's nude form, “I seem to remember you saying 'More!' 'Faster!' 'Fuck me harder, America~! Harder!' and 'Why did you stop? Don't stop! So close~'”
“Y-You pervert!” England shrieked, thrashing about violently, “Stop making me sound like some weepy woman!”
“Anyway, the punishment was for several reasons,” America explained, ignoring England's blush, “One: it was awesome, and you wanted it, bunny boy. Two: Tony was going to vaporize you if you didn't get punished somehow. Better me than him, right? And while he might not think our 'nightly activities' are punishment, what I'm going to do next definitely will be.”
“What are you prattling about?” England hissed. America grinned back.
“Hey, Iggy, I hope you don't mind if I hijack 'Author!Anon' for the final chapter. We need to up the rating on that thing. It's only what, PG-13? Gotta go for NC-17!”
“Oh no,” England gasped as America opened up the word processor on the computer, “No, you are NOT!”
“Also, that sex scene just now? Totally going in the next chapter,” America grinned, tuning out his partner's scream of rage, “Maybe not the whole thing, 'cause you know, that stuff is private, but enough hot sexy bunny fucking to make you not want to show your face for the next couple of weeks. That should satisfy Tony, right?”
“You bastard, you fucking bastard!” England screamed, his eyes wild with rage, “Don't you dare! You can't take over my story! It's mine!”
“I know,” America laughed, already typing away at the keyboard, “But you've been doing it wrong.”
“Who the bloody hell said that?!”
“You completely forgot the OP's original request,” America accused, “OP wanted a Nation getting writer's block, then start acting out the story and having sexy times. Which we just did! Hah! I'm a hero! I'm saving your fic!”
“'Fairytale' isn't at the porn stage!” England protested, “And I thought you got over your writer's block for it!”
“Soooo? It will have porn eventually. Besides, I'm saving both you and Canada from angry fangirls demanding sex. Fuck yeah! I'm a hero again!”
“America, you idiot!!!!!!!” England screeched. America pretended not to hear.
“Awesome! I can use your girly spy camera to supplement my chapter with how your day went,” America grinned fiddling with the magic mirror, “Maybe I should write my chapter in your point of view since you wrote your chapters in my point of view? Haha, I guess I'll have to use British English then. Man, that sucks. Hmmm, I wonder if me hijacking your story is torture enough. What if I force you to wear those bunny ears in public for your embarrassment and my enjoyment?”
“You can't make me!” England snapped, “And you can't take over my story!”
America grinned viciously, “Watch me.”
And with England cursing up a storm in the background, America began his chapter.
Author's Note: Warning: A switch in POV...You'll see why.
It was the day after America had his miniature meltdown. It was a new morning (the sun had not even risen yet) and the superpower was currently passed out on the bed. Yet, England was awake and alone with his thoughts. The sheer guilt was tugging at England's spirit so strongly that eventually he could not do much more but lie there. He left the house at roughly seven in the morning (he was careful not to wake America) and returned back to his hotel. He had made up his mind to confess to America, but he still felt unsure.
America grinned to himself. England's enraged voice was music to his ears. Hey...this meant he could respond to the comments this time! Awesome!
Author's notes:
lol at British spelling. Color has no “u” in it!
What a relief! Glad to have that mystery solved...Seriously though, how did Iggy think that he was going to keep this from me? I'm an addict for the kink_meme. It didn't help that in the Fills index the entry for “Author!Anon” was right under “Fairytale” and “Haunting You”.
First off, thanks to the most awesome roommate in the universe for pointing out this fic to me. And thanks for not vaporizing my BF right away. He's dick, but he's my dick (well, besides Florida, of course).
To my bro: Mattie! Not cool hiding this from me! That porno scene also served as punishment for you too, you jerk! Hope your eyes bled maple syrup as you read teh hawtness! ...Well, not really, especially since you did try to do damage control, but seriously...We're brothers! T~T
To Ms. Beta: Wow, how do you do it? Having sex and writing sex are two totally different things. I mean, I'm just recapping what happened, and only wrote a little bit of the events, but fuck. It was hard (pun intended). God, writing that was really awkward too...
To the OPs of both this prompt and the bunny!Iggy prompt: I think between Iggy and me we're hitting all of your requests. Hope you approve!
Man, I can keep going on and on, from Switz's sister (I was wondering why your bro was acting so weird) to the other writer of the bunny prompt (stop asking Iggy to give you his kids. Most of us are out of his house now) to Ms. Beta's BFF (yo! How you and Liet doing?) to a certain Spaniard (WTF, since when did you start reading the kink_meme?) to ghost!Russia (o.O stay away from me, commie bastard!) to Angry Canadian Fangirl (way to guilt trip Mattie out of maple syrup, that was epic) to all the anons that tormented me (Ya know, I'd feel more upset with you guys if you weren't indirectly responsible for awesome sexy-tiems) to the worried American!anons that though I was going off the deep end (ummm, yeah about that...sorry?) to all the other anons that supported Iggy (you guys are what keep us countries writers going)...Haha, I guess I did keep going on and on. Whatever. I think I hit everybody (it's hard to tell cause people are anoned >.<).
Anyway, I think this is the end of this story. The mystery is solved, the hero has prevailed, and the cute little bunny is all mine. XD Fuck yeah! Um...I might let Iggy write an epilogue or something, but right now I've got him right where I want him~
Editor's Note:
Instead of a note, how about I treat you to a short fic. Hopefully, it will be enlightening.
November 25, 2009 4:30AM GMT
England was having a wonderful dream. If you asked him what it was about, he wouldn't have been able to tell you, but it was a wonderful dream full of darkness, quiet, and most importantly rest. And like all good things, it must be interrupted.
*Amaaaaaaaaazing Graaaaaaaaaaace~*
England groaned and tried to shove his head underneath the pillows in a futile attempt to block out the sound of his mobile going off. Opening one sleepy eye, England groped at the nearby dresser to snatch up the infernal device, flicked it open, and put it to his ear.
“'Ello?” he muttered, hoping to project his displeasure at the idiot who had called him.
“Oh, uh, fuck,” an irritatingly familiar voice greeted him, “Uh, good morning, Iggy.”
England felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Again? Again?! The stupid git had just done this four days ago! Didn't the brat get it into his skull? If he wanted phone sex, he was to wait until it was a reasonable time to ask for it!
“Die in a fire, America,” England hissed, before snapping his mobile shut and closing his eyes again. If he was lucky he could get another three hours of sleep.
Two seconds later...
*Amaaaaaaaaazing Graaaaaaaaaaace~*
“Damn him,” England snarled, snapping his eyes open and answering the call. His mind was far too fuzzy to realise he could simply turn the thing off.
“What the bloody 'ell do you want, you git?!”
“Umm,” America began, eloquent as always, “It's not phone sex, I swear!”
“A likely story. Talk, brat,” England demanded, his face contorted into a sneer, “You have one minute.”
“I sent you something...Through your e-mail,” America clarified, “Can you check it?”
England groaned and tried to lie back into the mattress, “Is this something important?”
“...Kinda, sorta, not really?” America ventured, “Look, I'm telling you now, because you'll eventually find out, 'cause that's how life is, and uh, I don't wanna hide this from you and have you mad at me later. I want to be honest.”
“I'm already rather irate with you at the moment,” England grumbled, but he swung himself out of bed and padded over to his computer, “This is the second time in less than a week! Can't you get time zones into your thick head?”
“Look, you were going to wake up in an hour or so anyway,” America defended himself, “And if I didn't tell you now, I won't later.”
“Coward,” England sniffed, making the appropriate clicks to open up his e-mail account. Sure enough, there was America's message.
“Am not!” America protested, rather childishly, “I'm a-”
“Hero, I know,” England groaned, opening up the message, “It's too bloody early for this...”
“Drink some coffee,” America suggested helpfully, “Or your nasty-ass tea. Get some caffeine in ya.”
England sighed, but read over America's message. Or rather he skimmed over it, his eyes barely recognising any of the words other than “awesome,” “writing,” and “hero”. Typical American babbling.
“There now,” England sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, “I read it and I'm just as angry with you as I was a few moments ago. Happy now?”
“Yep!” America chirped, disgustingly cheerful, “So, will you do it?”
“If I agree, will you let me sleep?” England asked, not knowing what America was requesting of him.
“Sure,” America agreed, “I'll even call your boss to tell him you'll be late for work.”
“Very well then,” England affirmed, already heading back to the warmth of his bed and blankets, “I'll do it.”
“Awesome!” America whooped, “It's going to be soooo great! Just e-mail me the edited version of chapter six when you're done, and I'll post it up tomorrow, er, today for you. It's going to be such an awesome parallel! You wrote the other chapters of 'Author!Anon' and I edited them, and now we're switching roles again! I like how we're working together for the de-anoned version! It's, I dunno, poetic, don't ya think? By the way, will you help me write the porn I promised the fangirls?”
“Yes, yes,” England nodded, barely registering what America was saying, “Good night, America.”
“Good night, Iggy!” America sing-songed, “Love you!”
“Idiot,” England grumbled one last time before cutting the connection. Now for sleep. Blessed, wonderful, glorious sleep...
Then, just as England's head hit the pillow, he finally registered America's words, his entire body shooting upwards in shock.
“What did he mean, 'de-anoned version'?! And what porn?!”
Editor's Note (the real one):
Damn him. Damn the brat. I thought I saw the last of this story months ago.
I haven't the slightest why I am editing this for my colleague. I should just rearrange his facial structure with my fist. Instead, I restructured some sentences and polished the wording a bit. I even added some detail to that God-forsaken love scene.
So yes, hello to all of you. I shall not lie, I'm quite...flattered that all of you have enjoyed this story. It was quite an endeavour, and I am glad that it has brought pleasure to you all. (Not that kind of pleasure, you sexual deviants!) Also, Matthew, my dear boy, you have this awful habit of not telling people things that might be pertinent to them. Ah well, at least you're finally introducing all of us to your significant other. I may have to actually come by on Thursday to meet him/her.
Apparently, I've also been coerced into helping write out more perverse scenes. Good God, where did I place my sanity this morning...I hope my colleague isn't expecting me to respond to the reviews as well.
Author(s): my bunny co-worker and me; edits done by me
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairing(s): England, America; US/UK
Rating: PG13/hard R; this chapter is hard R/NC-17
Warnings: may cause your head to explode, lots of Author's/Editor's notes
Summary: America has a secret. He's a fanfiction author for the Hetalia kink_meme. This is his story as he struggles with strange de-anons, writer's block, and real life...as told by England.
AKA, the fic that has utterly destroyed my reputation. Originally for the kink_meme, now with edits and extra bits.
~
CH 1: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/1916.html
CH 2: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2266.html
CH 3: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2467.html
CH 4: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2759.html
CH 5: http://dreamslikeglass.livejournal.com/2917.html
Editor's Notes: All Editor's Notes and commentary will be at the end of the chapter. In the meantime, please enjoy the next chapter of “Author!Anon”.
Originally posted September 4, 2009. 9:19-9:23AM EDT
Author's Note: Warning: A switch in POV...You'll see why.
It was the day after America had his miniature meltdown. It was a new morning (the sun had not even risen yet) and the superpower was currently passed out on the bed. Yet, England was awake and alone with his thoughts. The sheer guilt was tugging at England's spirit so strongly that eventually he could not do much more but lie there. He left the house at roughly seven in the morning (he was careful not to wake America) and returned back to his hotel. He had made up his mind to confess to America, but he still felt unsure.
England wasn't sure where to start, in all honesty. He knew he had to at least admit to the deed and apologise. But it was terribly difficult as his pride and guilt fought against each other for dominance over his emotions.
America had fallen completely to pieces the other day in a haunting parody of the tensions of the Cold War. England never expected that the other would react so strongly, but he had forgotten that America's paranoia was easily as legendary as Russia's madness. Luckily, America's episode had been brief, so there would be no lasting damage to the country as a whole.
Part of England wanted to go into denial. It was America's fault in the first place! If the git had simply asked England for permission to start working on embarrassing material about their relationship this whole crisis would have been avoided! England would have never had the need to get back at the thoughtless brat and America would have been comfortable in his anonymity.
But then his guilt would kindly remind England that he had enjoyed it. Oh how England enjoyed America's panic in the beginning before the boy went completely loony, the prat. It was not just the absolute thrill of watching the boy become an utter mess that had excited England. This whole escapade had been a brief, yet enlightening, glimpse into America's mindset. England had enjoyed discovering America's thought process as the former colony went about writing his tales.
Pride versus guilt. Guilt versus pride. And all of this wrapped up in questions: How do I even tell him? Will he be upset? Will he forgive me?
England groaned and buried his face in his hands. He and America have had plenty of spats in the past, some of them far more complicated and messy than being idiots to each over the internet. Compared to America's Revolution, something like this foolishness on the kink_meme was nothing.
When he arrived at the hotel, England found himself typing out the details of the day before and posting it on the meme. He might as well confess to his guilt on the internet as practice before he spoke to America. England spent the day making the appropriate calls to excuse America from the meetings for the day. After a brief amount of hesitation, England also made excuses for himself. He needed some time to reflect upon his actions and decide on the next step.
England eventually chose to wait until the next day to confront America. England would take the American to dinner, preferably some place very open and public to avoid loud outcries and retaliation. Then he would pacify the bespectacled Nation with hamburgers along with those oddly coloured candies and biscuits he enjoyed so much. After that he would explain to America everything calmly and gently with a little bit more food bribery. Yes, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, even the best laid plans can go astray.
~
Night fell. America had not called him or gotten in contact with him in any way at all during the day, so England deduced that the younger male was still sorting out his own thoughts and calming down. That was perfectly fine for England, since he was not quite sure what to say to America yet. England went to bed at roughly ten in the evening, his mind still churning with ideas and shame. His sleep was deep and dark, but for some reason, in his dreams, he heard the turning of a lock.
At two in the morning, England was gradually awoken by a most delicious sensation.
Something was touching him down there. It was a gentle tugging, slow, yet firm, just the way he liked it. The feeling of it was enhanced due to the lingering tendrils of sleep clouding his mind. Instinctively, England reached down to guide whatever was teasing him when...
...Fuck. His hands were tied to the headboard! Green eyes snapped open wide only to be met with pitch blackness.
“How are you enjoying your wake up call?” America's voice greeted from the darkness as his hand moved more firmly on England's clothed groin.
“A-America?” England half whispered half groaned as tendrils of pleasure flitted across his flesh, “What are you doing here?”
“Punishing you,” came the curt answer, emphasised with a firmer tug on England's cock, “You've been a bad bunny.”
“W-What?”
America flicked on the light. After blinking spots out of his eyes, England stared up into wild blue eyes.
“Fuck. You look even cuter than I imagined,” America smirked as the movement of his hand ceased. England groaned in disappointment.
“Who said you could stop, you twat!” England hissed, bucking his hips insistently, “Under the clothes this time!”
America laughed, a dark throaty sound that was rather uncharacteristic of the American, “Since when did little bunnies command wolves?”
England's mouth went dry as America leaned forward revealing a pair of wolf ears nestled in his hair. The Briton shook his head slightly, feeling something foreign on his own head. He didn't need a mirror to know they were rabbit ears.
“Oh bloody hell, I'm dreaming,” England breathed, leaning back into the pillows. Maybe if he closed his eyes and thought hard enough he could go back to his dreamless sleep, or wake up properly so he could have a wank.
“No, you're being punished,” America corrected, a slight pout in his tone, “Get with the program, Iggy!”
England gasped when he felt his undergarments get pulled down to trap his legs. The cool air and America's breath teased his exposed skin, explicitly real. Fine, maybe it wasn't a dream.
“America! What are you doing?!”
America rolled his eyes, and leaned closer so his lips were hovering over the Briton's straining need, “Like I said, I'm punishing you, and you're going to take it like the fluffy puffy rabbit you are.”
“The hell I'm no-ngh!”
All further arguments and thoughts were cut off as America's mouth latched onto the Briton's cock.
Groaning loudly, England put aside the thoughts of why and focused more on that warm wet heat. America was giving no mercy tonight, sucking hard, and bobbing his head quickly. One of America's hand's drifted under clothing to tease the Briton's nipples, fingertips drawing lazy patterns on skin as they inched up. England's hips started to buck, but they were held back down by the American's rough hands.
“Fuck...” England breathed after a particularly hard suckle, “More...”
America growled around the heated flesh then drew away abruptly, causing the Briton to snarl in protest. The younger Nation simply laughed.
“Silly Iggy,” America taunted as he began to rip off the older man's top, “This is punishment, remember?”
“For what?” England panted, but he already knew the answer. America's grin turned wolfish, like the creature he was dressed as.
“De-anoning me.”
“Shit,” England hissed, “America, I-”
“I know you're sorry,” America interrupted, as his fingers went back to drawing invisible pictures on the Briton's skin, “I found your story. 'Author!Anon.'”
America grinned widely as he pinched down on a nipple causing England to mewl, “Don't worry though! I'm here to be a hero and fix a problem. You can grovel for my forgiveness later.”
“You-”
America promptly quieted England with an open kiss. When America pulled away, his hand was back on England's cock, stroking it languidly.
“Bunny Iggy,” America began seriously, even as England flushed with pleasure, “Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”
~
Sometime later, both Nations were sprawled out on the bed, sticky and tired, clad in nothing except for the costume animal ears. Much to his displeasure, England's arms were still tied above his head. Luckily, they were comfortable enough, though he suspected his arms had fallen asleep.
“You,” England huffed as he tried blowing away a floppy bunny ear from his face, “are a complete and utter animal. I hope you have an explanation for this.”
“Revenge, beeyatch!” America drawled, kissing the corner of England's mouth. The Briton's teeth snapped at America's nose causing the younger man to withdraw quickly.
America laughed and hopped out of the bed.
“Oi!” England growled, tugging at his restraints, “Untie me, idiot!”
“Mmmm, maybe later,” America chirped, choosing to ignore the other's strangled scream, “I've got things to do first.”
“What things?”
America smirked and reached over to the hotel safe. After picking the lock, to England's supreme horror, the America pulled out a rather familiar mirror.
“High tech spying equipment comes in all shapes, don't they?” America grinned as he fiddled with England's magic mirror, “Heyyyyyy! This thing has a rewind button. Cool!”
“Don't touch that, you git!” England snarled struggling in vain against his bindings, “How did you know it was there?!”
“In one of your replies on the kink_meme you mentioned it was in a 'safe place,'” America snickered, as he played with the mirror, “I know you, Iggy. You love making insides jokes in your writing with your play on words and alliteration...ha, I bet you thought I didn't know that word. I don't know why you bother with alliteration, no one notices it. It's only really good for poetry. Fuck, I don't know why I use it sometimes in prose. I think it's another bad habit I got from you.”
“Belt up,” England growled baring his teeth in a vicious manner that was completely undermined by the fluffy ears attached to his head, “All use of alliteration is amazing and alluring, you aggravating American.”
America ignored him in favour of playing with the mirror, “Oh wow, I can see what you did yesterday~! That's so awesome!”
“You idiot, haven't you heard of privacy?!” England shrieked, pulling viciously on the ties that held him. They refused to budge.
“Yeah, but you haven't,” America flippantly replied.
“Fuck you!”
“I did,” America grinned smugly, licking his lips with remembered pleasure, “Over and over like a fucking rabbit.”
England flushed, “Yo-you pervert! Sexual deviant!”
“Learned from the best~!”
“Untie me, brat, so I can strangle you!”
“Uh, nope,” America laughed as he booted up England's computer, “You've been a jerk, England. I thought something really bad was going on, you know.”
England went still, guilt tugging at him again, “I...I'm sorry.”
“I've already forgiven you,” America waved aside his concerns, “'Cause heroes give people second chances. And we've been through a lot worse, right? I mean, don't get me wrong. I was mad when I first got that message from Tony about what you had done. Really. Saw red for about an hour. But then I remembered what we've been through. And I started reading your fic, and even if it was making fun of me, it was fucking hilarious! And the fact that you wrote it in my English...well fuck. Don't think I'll let you forget that you did! I'll be holding that over your head for ages!”
“...Wait, if you're not upset, what was with that 'punishment'?!”
“You weren't calling it punishment a little while ago,” America teased, pointedly raking his eyes across England's nude form, “I seem to remember you saying 'More!' 'Faster!' 'Fuck me harder, America~! Harder!' and 'Why did you stop? Don't stop! So close~'”
“Y-You pervert!” England shrieked, thrashing about violently, “Stop making me sound like some weepy woman!”
“Anyway, the punishment was for several reasons,” America explained, ignoring England's blush, “One: it was awesome, and you wanted it, bunny boy. Two: Tony was going to vaporize you if you didn't get punished somehow. Better me than him, right? And while he might not think our 'nightly activities' are punishment, what I'm going to do next definitely will be.”
“What are you prattling about?” England hissed. America grinned back.
“Hey, Iggy, I hope you don't mind if I hijack 'Author!Anon' for the final chapter. We need to up the rating on that thing. It's only what, PG-13? Gotta go for NC-17!”
“Oh no,” England gasped as America opened up the word processor on the computer, “No, you are NOT!”
“Also, that sex scene just now? Totally going in the next chapter,” America grinned, tuning out his partner's scream of rage, “Maybe not the whole thing, 'cause you know, that stuff is private, but enough hot sexy bunny fucking to make you not want to show your face for the next couple of weeks. That should satisfy Tony, right?”
“You bastard, you fucking bastard!” England screamed, his eyes wild with rage, “Don't you dare! You can't take over my story! It's mine!”
“I know,” America laughed, already typing away at the keyboard, “But you've been doing it wrong.”
“Who the bloody hell said that?!”
“You completely forgot the OP's original request,” America accused, “OP wanted a Nation getting writer's block, then start acting out the story and having sexy times. Which we just did! Hah! I'm a hero! I'm saving your fic!”
“'Fairytale' isn't at the porn stage!” England protested, “And I thought you got over your writer's block for it!”
“Soooo? It will have porn eventually. Besides, I'm saving both you and Canada from angry fangirls demanding sex. Fuck yeah! I'm a hero again!”
“America, you idiot!!!!!!!” England screeched. America pretended not to hear.
“Awesome! I can use your girly spy camera to supplement my chapter with how your day went,” America grinned fiddling with the magic mirror, “Maybe I should write my chapter in your point of view since you wrote your chapters in my point of view? Haha, I guess I'll have to use British English then. Man, that sucks. Hmmm, I wonder if me hijacking your story is torture enough. What if I force you to wear those bunny ears in public for your embarrassment and my enjoyment?”
“You can't make me!” England snapped, “And you can't take over my story!”
America grinned viciously, “Watch me.”
And with England cursing up a storm in the background, America began his chapter.
Author's Note: Warning: A switch in POV...You'll see why.
It was the day after America had his miniature meltdown. It was a new morning (the sun had not even risen yet) and the superpower was currently passed out on the bed. Yet, England was awake and alone with his thoughts. The sheer guilt was tugging at England's spirit so strongly that eventually he could not do much more but lie there. He left the house at roughly seven in the morning (he was careful not to wake America) and returned back to his hotel. He had made up his mind to confess to America, but he still felt unsure.
America grinned to himself. England's enraged voice was music to his ears. Hey...this meant he could respond to the comments this time! Awesome!
Author's notes:
lol at British spelling. Color has no “u” in it!
What a relief! Glad to have that mystery solved...Seriously though, how did Iggy think that he was going to keep this from me? I'm an addict for the kink_meme. It didn't help that in the Fills index the entry for “Author!Anon” was right under “Fairytale” and “Haunting You”.
First off, thanks to the most awesome roommate in the universe for pointing out this fic to me. And thanks for not vaporizing my BF right away. He's dick, but he's my dick (well, besides Florida, of course).
To my bro: Mattie! Not cool hiding this from me! That porno scene also served as punishment for you too, you jerk! Hope your eyes bled maple syrup as you read teh hawtness! ...Well, not really, especially since you did try to do damage control, but seriously...We're brothers! T~T
To Ms. Beta: Wow, how do you do it? Having sex and writing sex are two totally different things. I mean, I'm just recapping what happened, and only wrote a little bit of the events, but fuck. It was hard (pun intended). God, writing that was really awkward too...
To the OPs of both this prompt and the bunny!Iggy prompt: I think between Iggy and me we're hitting all of your requests. Hope you approve!
Man, I can keep going on and on, from Switz's sister (I was wondering why your bro was acting so weird) to the other writer of the bunny prompt (stop asking Iggy to give you his kids. Most of us are out of his house now) to Ms. Beta's BFF (yo! How you and Liet doing?) to a certain Spaniard (WTF, since when did you start reading the kink_meme?) to ghost!Russia (o.O stay away from me, commie bastard!) to Angry Canadian Fangirl (way to guilt trip Mattie out of maple syrup, that was epic) to all the anons that tormented me (Ya know, I'd feel more upset with you guys if you weren't indirectly responsible for awesome sexy-tiems) to the worried American!anons that though I was going off the deep end (ummm, yeah about that...sorry?) to all the other anons that supported Iggy (you guys are what keep us countries writers going)...Haha, I guess I did keep going on and on. Whatever. I think I hit everybody (it's hard to tell cause people are anoned >.<).
Anyway, I think this is the end of this story. The mystery is solved, the hero has prevailed, and the cute little bunny is all mine. XD Fuck yeah! Um...I might let Iggy write an epilogue or something, but right now I've got him right where I want him~
Editor's Note:
Instead of a note, how about I treat you to a short fic. Hopefully, it will be enlightening.
November 25, 2009 4:30AM GMT
England was having a wonderful dream. If you asked him what it was about, he wouldn't have been able to tell you, but it was a wonderful dream full of darkness, quiet, and most importantly rest. And like all good things, it must be interrupted.
*Amaaaaaaaaazing Graaaaaaaaaaace~*
England groaned and tried to shove his head underneath the pillows in a futile attempt to block out the sound of his mobile going off. Opening one sleepy eye, England groped at the nearby dresser to snatch up the infernal device, flicked it open, and put it to his ear.
“'Ello?” he muttered, hoping to project his displeasure at the idiot who had called him.
“Oh, uh, fuck,” an irritatingly familiar voice greeted him, “Uh, good morning, Iggy.”
England felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Again? Again?! The stupid git had just done this four days ago! Didn't the brat get it into his skull? If he wanted phone sex, he was to wait until it was a reasonable time to ask for it!
“Die in a fire, America,” England hissed, before snapping his mobile shut and closing his eyes again. If he was lucky he could get another three hours of sleep.
Two seconds later...
*Amaaaaaaaaazing Graaaaaaaaaaace~*
“Damn him,” England snarled, snapping his eyes open and answering the call. His mind was far too fuzzy to realise he could simply turn the thing off.
“What the bloody 'ell do you want, you git?!”
“Umm,” America began, eloquent as always, “It's not phone sex, I swear!”
“A likely story. Talk, brat,” England demanded, his face contorted into a sneer, “You have one minute.”
“I sent you something...Through your e-mail,” America clarified, “Can you check it?”
England groaned and tried to lie back into the mattress, “Is this something important?”
“...Kinda, sorta, not really?” America ventured, “Look, I'm telling you now, because you'll eventually find out, 'cause that's how life is, and uh, I don't wanna hide this from you and have you mad at me later. I want to be honest.”
“I'm already rather irate with you at the moment,” England grumbled, but he swung himself out of bed and padded over to his computer, “This is the second time in less than a week! Can't you get time zones into your thick head?”
“Look, you were going to wake up in an hour or so anyway,” America defended himself, “And if I didn't tell you now, I won't later.”
“Coward,” England sniffed, making the appropriate clicks to open up his e-mail account. Sure enough, there was America's message.
“Am not!” America protested, rather childishly, “I'm a-”
“Hero, I know,” England groaned, opening up the message, “It's too bloody early for this...”
“Drink some coffee,” America suggested helpfully, “Or your nasty-ass tea. Get some caffeine in ya.”
England sighed, but read over America's message. Or rather he skimmed over it, his eyes barely recognising any of the words other than “awesome,” “writing,” and “hero”. Typical American babbling.
“There now,” England sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, “I read it and I'm just as angry with you as I was a few moments ago. Happy now?”
“Yep!” America chirped, disgustingly cheerful, “So, will you do it?”
“If I agree, will you let me sleep?” England asked, not knowing what America was requesting of him.
“Sure,” America agreed, “I'll even call your boss to tell him you'll be late for work.”
“Very well then,” England affirmed, already heading back to the warmth of his bed and blankets, “I'll do it.”
“Awesome!” America whooped, “It's going to be soooo great! Just e-mail me the edited version of chapter six when you're done, and I'll post it up tomorrow, er, today for you. It's going to be such an awesome parallel! You wrote the other chapters of 'Author!Anon' and I edited them, and now we're switching roles again! I like how we're working together for the de-anoned version! It's, I dunno, poetic, don't ya think? By the way, will you help me write the porn I promised the fangirls?”
“Yes, yes,” England nodded, barely registering what America was saying, “Good night, America.”
“Good night, Iggy!” America sing-songed, “Love you!”
“Idiot,” England grumbled one last time before cutting the connection. Now for sleep. Blessed, wonderful, glorious sleep...
Then, just as England's head hit the pillow, he finally registered America's words, his entire body shooting upwards in shock.
“What did he mean, 'de-anoned version'?! And what porn?!”
Editor's Note (the real one):
Damn him. Damn the brat. I thought I saw the last of this story months ago.
I haven't the slightest why I am editing this for my colleague. I should just rearrange his facial structure with my fist. Instead, I restructured some sentences and polished the wording a bit. I even added some detail to that God-forsaken love scene.
So yes, hello to all of you. I shall not lie, I'm quite...flattered that all of you have enjoyed this story. It was quite an endeavour, and I am glad that it has brought pleasure to you all. (Not that kind of pleasure, you sexual deviants!) Also, Matthew, my dear boy, you have this awful habit of not telling people things that might be pertinent to them. Ah well, at least you're finally introducing all of us to your significant other. I may have to actually come by on Thursday to meet him/her.
Apparently, I've also been coerced into helping write out more perverse scenes. Good God, where did I place my sanity this morning...I hope my colleague isn't expecting me to respond to the reviews as well.