Drabbles/Unfinished Stuff Part 1 - Hetalia - Various
Basically, I have these sitting here and wanted to post them. I have many others, but they're either just word-scribbles or in notebooks back in my house. They're also out of date-order, but whatever.
Not putting anything intended to be a part of a challenge, here, just so you know.
Gist of what's happening: Alfred is a teenage father, he's confused as shit, and daddy Arthur isn't helping much. Inspired by that AU event at Salkia a while back.
Warnings: AU, perhaps Salkia!School-AU verse?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Arthur & Alfred
"Uh...pops?"
Arthur turned in his chair, grumpily acknowledging his son's entrance into his study. "What is it this time, Alfred? I haven't the time to teach you how to change diapers again."
Alfred flinched and scratched the back of his head. "U-uh, right. I think I got the hang of that..."
His father, less than kind to the blonde teenager shuffling at the entrance, raised one thick eyebrow. "Money is out of the question, Alfred. I told you, now that you're a father, you've got to--"
"But dad! McDonald's doesn't give me shit, Maureen isn't helping out, and I've got to buy Alice's food, diapers, clothing...!" Alfred pleaded, moving his arms about eccentrically, sounding every bit in the panic that was causing his heart to race and skip. "Dad...I can't..."
Arthur had been there before and believed that he had raised Alfred well enough. Then again, having the support of Elizabeth...
"You should have thought about that before you--"
"We did! It broke, how many times do I have to tell you?!"
"--you are certainly lucky she's willing to stay with you after all this--"
"Are you listening?! Dad, I--!"
"--re mother wouldn't condone this behavior!"
Gist of what's happening: After WWII, America had bombs and NATO. France wouldn't join NATO unless America told him about he bombs. And America, like, REALLY wanted France in NATO. So yeah. Oh right, and there's just one more thing. Jeez, France, why so blackmail.
Warnings: Starts kind off weird, since there's no real beginning. I have a sequel but hnnng it's in a notebook somewhere.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: France, America, England, and mention of Vietnam
"And that, you will have to grant me some...private time to discuss with you."
America's grin didn't waver, much too excited to catch the hidden implications that England had managed to pick up immediately. "You damn wine-bastard, do you think he's going to just--"
"Sure! Where to, man?"
France threw a grin at England, and promptly ushered America under his arm. "Just over here, mon ami~ and don't you worry, England, I'll have him returned to you shortly."
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"You want what?!"
"Is there a problem?"
"W-well--yeah, yeah, there is a problem! I can't give you that, do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to tell England?!"
"Quite if he's as pitiful as I know him to be. But that shouldn't be such a trifle for me, would it? I'll keep it safe, so long as you don't...what's the word...monitor my use of it."
America ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't happening, oh no. He had been initially willing to do anything to get France to join NATO, but the stakes were too high at this point. "Are you sure you don't want something else?"
"The rest can be paid in due time, mon cher. What I require now in order for me to join your silly organization is that information."
He bit his finger and began pacing the room. France had never seen the boy so disheveled, he seemed to be fraying at the seams keeping him together. It was a shame America was so young to go through all this, despite it being his own doing.
"So...so if I give you that you'll join?"
"Essentially, yes. I do have another request, but I assure you it's nothing quite as pressing."
America nodded, though he didn't understand. He paced again, nibbling on the hot leather of his glove. "And you won't tell anybody else?"
"I promise."
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"Viet...what? Who the hell is she?"
"A lovely girl, very lovely."
"Uh-huh...and why am I helping you 'crush' her rebellion for independence?"
"You are simply funding me to quiet the dear girl down. You wouldn't want China to convert her to communism, would you? By remaining my colony, she'll never have to wave a red flag."
"...Just funding?"
"Just funding. Oh! You should meet her, I'm sure you two would get along just fine."
Gist of what's happening: Young!Vietnam asking France about America
Warnings: May have been influenced by LOST. Just saying.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: France & Vietnam
"What about that land across the sea?"
France looked up from his drink, raising a thin eyebrow at her. "What land?"
She lifted her hand, pointed towards the ocean. "Over there. Ameri...I can't remember his name."
"Ahh! America! Yes, yes, that boy is lovely once you get past his appetite."
"I want to meet him."
France blanched. When she turned to look at him, his hand had already grabbed her tiny shoulder.
Gist of what's happening: More Salkia-induced teenage father!Alfred, because I love it so much.
Warnings: AU, possibly Salkia!School AU, headcanon of Ameriparenting
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Alfred and random nurse
"Please be a girl, please be a girl, please be a girl..."
"Mr. Jones?"
Alfred looked up at the nurse, frazzled with hours of sleep deprivation. "Y-yeah? How is she?"
The nurse giggled and shook her head. "Nothing has gone wrong, she's doing just fine."
As fine as a woman in labor could get, Alfred noted. He grinned a little, ran a hand through his hair. "That's...that's great, oh man."
"It's going to be a while, I think. Would you like some coffee?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'll do without for now."
"Alright. And...if it's not too much to ask, why do you hope your baby is a girl? Don't most fathers hope for boys?" she asked lightly, smiling. Alfred chuckled, although the topic strained his heart painfully. There were years of childhood issues behind that prayer.
"I'm not sure why," he lied, "but girls can learn how to play baseball just like any boy could, so I guess it doesn't really matter."
The nurse nodded. "I see. Well, I better go check on your wif--"
"Girlfriend."
"...girlfriend. You sure are young, aren't you?"
"Yes'm."
"Hm. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know, Mr. Jones."
As she left, Alfred's smile fell back into a deep frown. For years, he had promised himself that he'd never be like his own father. The thought tore at him, and at a young 17, was first on his list of things to never do. In his mind, the best way to avoid it was to never have a son. A girl...a girl was much different. He could raise a girl, but a boy...it seemed impossible.
It took six hours for the nurse to come running back into the waiting room. "Mr. Jones! Your baby--!"
Alfred jumped to his feet, his eyes now burning and red from being forced to stay open. "What?! What is it, are they--"
"It's a girl!"
Gist of what's happening: Blowjobs :|
Warnings: NSFW. Set in this long-going AU fic I'm working on, but not part of that fic's "canon," and WOO HOO INCEST \o/ and I love dialogue, can't you tell?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Alfred x Matthew, Francis, mention of Alfred x Toris and Ivan x Matthew
"A-ah, th-thanks for doing this, bro."
"Mm, it's no problem, Al. What're brothers for?"
Alfred groans, breathes heavily.
"Y-yeah, right...oh boy, you're good at this."
"Practice." the younger hums.
And there's a moan, long and teetering down to breathlessness. "Fuck...does Ivan get this sort of treatment?"
There's a pause, slurping just loud enough to be heard through the door.
"Mmm...sometimes. Mostly when you're," Matthew stopped again, there were more slurping sounds, and then he continued, "when you're around. Ever since that one time..."
"Oh, yeah, right. But really, man, you were going aaaAAAaa--" Alfred's words cut off and abruptly faded to moaning, only now muffled by his hand. "Fuckin' A you're so...goddamn, Matty...!"
A small chuckle. "Don't get used to it."
"Fuck yeah...you're a fucking...holy shit, dad wasn't kidding..."
Now there seemed to be an awkward moment.
"...Arthur?"
Alfred groaned, almost whined. Matthew must have stopped again. "Y-yeah, that you're Francis' son alright...just...goddamn, Matty, keep going!"
A thump sounded a well-placed punch to Alfred's person. "Ow!"
"Keep still, I can't finish while you're squirming, eh..."
"R-right...can you go a bit deeper?"
Such a loud, drawn out, pleasured moan confirmed the question.
More small bouts of bantering later, and finally there was a surprised squeak, followed quickly by coughing.
"You--blegh!--in my mouth!"
"I-I-I--it was sudden! I wasn't expecting it!"
"Jeez, what were you thinking, eh? Could you have at least had the courtesy enough to--"
"Thanks..."
"...Sure. Just don't tell dad."
"Francis? Nah, I won't. And you don't go telling my dad, he'd flip a shit!"
"Mmhm...how'd that thing with Toris turn out?"
"F-fine, I mean, I'm still raiding the jerk's fridge, right?"
"...He begged for you to come home and be his son again, huh?"
"Drunk and crying. But eh, free food, y'know?"
"Yeah, sure."
Alfred laughs, it's a pleasant, forced laugh, and no one speaks until Matthew hesitantly clears his throat.
"Um...Al...?"
"What's up?"
"...I'm, um..."
"...Oh. Want me to...?"
"If you would."
"Gotcha. Least I could do for you, man."
"Th-thanks, eh?"
"Yeah yeah."
"G-go easy on me..."
"I will, calm down."
Matthew's squeals were much more artful than the rough, manly groans Alfred had elicited just minutes before, if Francis, who had had his ear pressed to the door the whole time, had a say-so in it. While he was proud of his boy for branching out, there was a law against incest, and he would have to remind them both of that once they left Matthew's bedroom. And enforce the condom rule, they obviously weren't using any.
Gist of what's happening: UNF UNF ON THE ICE. Written way back during the Olympics because HNNNG
Warnings: NSFW. Apparently I like writing N. America incest.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Canada
"A-America, you can't just...ngh, you can't just grind up on me like that! I'm-I'm not a girl, eh? That hurts!"
America pouted. "Make it a lot easier if you were..." he grumbled.
"Just because you like to be rough from the get-go..." Canada began softly without an intention to finish. He grunted as he straightened up, thighs aching from holding himself up when his body wanted to crash to the ice. Glancing down at their erections, he felt his blush return ten-fold; he still couldn't believe his brother!
Gist of what's happening: America being a derp, and Canada being all :|
Warnings: ...wasn't going to post this, but I thought it was amusing. Maybe this was AU?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America & Canada
“Yeah, well, I hate your face!”
“...Al, we have the same face! There's a reason people mistake me for you!”
“My face is handsomer, yours is lame.”
Gist of what's happening: MOAR OLYMPICS YAAAAAAAAY
Warnings: With less sex this time :D
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America &(x?) Canada
"MATT! MATT, OVER HERE!!"
Canada perked up, looked over his shoulder, and was quickly tackled by a heavy mass of layered sweatshirts, blonde and heavy. He yelped, surprised, and nearly fell over from the sheer weight of his attacker alone. The fact that he was being squeezed by the might of Superman wasn't helping his situation, either.
"A-America...you're..." he croaked, trying feebly to shove his brother off of him, but only succeeding in getting himself squished more into, well, squish.
America laughed right in his ear--really, how inconsiderate--and nuzzled their frozen cheeks together. "It's Alfred around here, remember, Matty?" He released his little brother, but kept a good grasp on his shoulders.
Swatting America's hand away from his shoulder pad--the man was going to put cracks in them if he wasn't careful--Canada flushed a little. They hardly used their human names, and America was always more than willing to resort to the brotherly, almost cutesy nicknames. "R-right, Alfred..." Or was it Al? Did he like Al better than Alfred? What about Alfie, how would that--nah, that would be something he'd say when they were younger. "Al, I mean."
Even if he felt a little bubbly-happy from the rare attention, America's laughing was going to grate his nerves to shreds, soon enough. "Atta boy, Matty! Hey! I came over to congratulate you on whooping Sweden's ass earlier!" America explained enthusiastically, slapping a good pat onto Canada's back. Canada coughed as he fell forward into catching himself.
"E-eh?"
"You. Kicked. Sweden's. Ass."
"Y-yeah, I know that, my teams are all great! I'm just..."
"What?"
Canada sighed. "Nothing."
"But--"
"Your match with Russia was pretty awesome, too, you know."
Gist of what's happening: YO' BROTHA DUN LOVE YA SWEETHEART
Warnings: Something infiltrated my brain that said, "hey, write America like this," and brb toying with a pairing long ago
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Belarus
“He only wants ya,” America hushed against her neck, “when you’re with me, y’know.”
Belarus’ hand dropped from her chest and she pushed off the larger nation, quickly snatching her knife from the back of her dress. She held it protectively in front of her, hiding her flushed face as much as possible. “Is not true. Brother and I will be married. Brother always wants me.”
America clicked his tongue and smiled. “Really?”
She faltered, lowered her knife, and immediately put her defenses back up. “Yes. Brother just doesn’t know how to show his love.”
Watching with cobalt eyes, she dared not let the capitalist nation escape her sight as he prodded closer with a rather annoying bounce in his step.
“So if I walk right up to that fatty right now,” America toyed, grinning as Belarus’ teeth clenched, “and asked if you two were gonna get married, would he say ‘yes’?”
Belarus shook her head. “No. Our love is sacred. Brother would never tell a pig about us. Would never tell anyone.”
America stopped his game and slumped with a sigh. “You don’t get it, Bela.” he chided, taking her hand in his loosely. The lack of quick movement delayed Belarus’ reaction, and found it much too late when he pulled her into his chest, wrapping those warm, thick arms around her, hugging her against the squish of his torso and chest. He was much shorter than Russia, and she didn’t like it. He wasn’t Russia.
Gist of what's happening: During the Civil War, England gave support to the South, and once the war was over America was all, "HEY give me Canada in return for supporting the Confederacy" and England was like, "PFFT YOU WISH" and granted Canada semi-independence. It was more, "hey, you can trade and shit, have your own government, but you're still mine because you're a good kid" than independence, but it was independence of some kind, enough to be like, "Yay we are Canada :D". Kept America from being able to lay claims to his bro.
Warnings: ...I don't know. There's underline AmeriCana? America's getting his imperialist goggles on, just a bit.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America, England & Canada
“Don't try to pull this bullshit on me, England!”
The British Empire could practically hear his ex-colony screeching that at the top of his lungs. He was reading a proposal, a stupid one, and that little, scratching voice broke into his head once he decided on his answer. America hadn't thought the request through, obviously. Did he really think that he'd let him have what he wanted after their history together?
“I want this out of my sight, and fetch me some parchment and ink.” He handed the paper to a guard, who quickly bowed with a “yes, sir” and made his way out of the room, never turning his back on the empire. Great Britain let out a sigh and allowed himself to slump in his chair, hands gripping the armrests. So what if he had supported the Confederacy in America's civil war? That was hardly reason to demand Canada as compensation. It was hardly reason to demand anything, really. To him, America was still a whiney brat, growing fatter with states and, apparently, gaining worse eyesight.
The guard returned with parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink, setting the items neatly on the table before Great Britain, who waved his hand for him to leave his presence. Quickly, he grabbed the quill, popped open the bottle and began to write. It would be a long letter, and he would write another, but the point would be put across in both.
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America pushed up his glasses. Since Lincoln died, his people had been concerned about assassinations, and the tension between the whites and the freedmen were just as stiff as ever. He was glad everything worked out, that amendments had been made and liberties granted, but he was itching for something more. Something way up north. Knowing fare well that he was quite a ways away from Canada, him located in his capital and all, he glanced in the general northern direction, fingers pressing against his pen. How long would it take for England to reply to him? He'd sent that request-although, in his words, it was more of a declaration-to him ages ago, surely the boats couldn't have been that slow...
He groaned. Wounds from the war were still healing, physically and mentally alike. Torn in two over, eventually, the issue of rights...it didn't do well for his mental state, not this early on in the game. He hadn't been a nation for a hundred years and this happened. It could have been more devastating, he guessed, but still.
A knock at his door shook him from his musings, and, stuttering, called out. “C-come on in!” Anxiously, he waited for one of the secretaries to come bustling in with England's reply, but, instead, the blonde colony he had been eyeing stumbled inside the room, his footing somehow lost. Briefly, America forgot his name, and only remembered because, well, he wanted him for his own.
“A-America! America!” Canada panted, bent over to catch his breath. Kumajiro sat on the floor by his feet, looking confused as ever. “America! I-I have something to tell you!”
Hopeful, America jumped from his seat and grabbed Canada by the arm. “Really?! Is it good news? News to do with me?” It was like England to be a complete jerk and not tell him anything until everyone else in the whole damn world knew first!
“I-I have my independence!”
America's face fell. That...wasn't what he was expecting.
“I'm my own nation! E-England! He granted it to me!”
Gist of what's happening: Inspired by the closing ceremony of the Olympics ♥
Warnings: I WAS REALLY INTO THIS SHIP OKAY.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Canada
“What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you gonna watch the ceremony, man?”
Canada sniffled, rubbing the tears from his eyes. He laughed and sobbed, face red and thin body curled up in his large maple leaf hoodie. “I-I’m just really happy, America, I’ll be back out there soon.”
America made a face, looked around, and squatted next to his brother on the floor. “Yeah, they’ve got giant beavers out and everything. Your people really love you, huh?”
“Y-yes, they do…it’s strange to get so much attention.”
“Really?”
“For me, America, for me.”
The elder stared at him, mouth brought into a thin line. “Uh, congrats, by the way. Didn’t get a chance to say so earlier.” he offered, scratching his head. Canada rubbed his nose, wishing dearly that he had something to wipe it with. The sleeve would have to do.
“Oh, thanks, America. Congratulations on getting the most medals, eh?”
America grinned, giving his clean-shaven chin a self-appreciating rub. “Yeah, I’m awesome.” he said, not sounding too into what he was saying, unusual for a egotistical guy like him.
Gist of what's happening: Russia and Catherine discussing stuff in her old age, was written mainly to be a study tool XD;;
Warnings: headcanonheadcanonheadcanonheadcanonheadcanon
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Russia & Catherine the Great
“Potempkin?”
Catherine glanced up at Russia, her face wrinkled with age, her over-pompous white wig covering the thread-thin strands of her gray hair. She had become fat, if not “pleasantly plump,” as the servants muttered beneath their breath with sly grins, in her old age, a sign of royalty and a hundred too many servings of duck and pork. But she was still beautiful despite the distortions, and under her rule Russia noted that he had also aged some. He watched as she smiled, the wrinkles in her face scrunching over her worn muscles.
“Yes, Potempkin. He's a fine man.” she told him in that admiring tone of voice she rarely used in full honesty. “Just the other day in the bath we were discussing Voltaire, his earlier works to be exact.”
Russia nodded, a smile in place of the tight-lipped line that should have been there. “I see. I like seeing you happy, Little Mother, I was beginning to worry.” He would be the first to admit that his Empress was no enlightened despot as Austria's new boss was, but he would never speak a bad word against her. Catherine knew this, and put her hand on the window.
“I understand. My power over you was slipping, I had to reenforce the policies. The people will be happier this way, we will not become another America.”
America...a new nation across the Atlantic, a previously profitable colony of England. Russia himself had yet to meet the boy directly, having only seen glimpses of him on his visits to his own North American land. He appeared to be strong, proud, the near-spitting image of England. Or, he supposed, it was the British Empire now, an odd rebound if he saw one. In his eyes it was somewhat dramatic, but so was King George III. After losing the colony in a war, it was no surprise it took some sort of toll on both England and his ruler.
Russia hummed. “The situations are different, Little Mother.”
Gist of what's happening: The worst marriage proposal ever. Was originally supposed to be for that 15 Pairings challenge, but I liked what I ended up with better |D
Warnings: ...was this my first time writing Spain? I think so...
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Spain x Austria
"You've got two choices, then, hombre!"
Austria glared. "Do I, now?"
Grinning with that relentless burning passion the boy had, Spain nodded. "Yep! Y'can marry me or get invaded!"
"...that was, perhaps, the worst proposal I've heard yet."
"So?"
Austria, blushing, adjusted his cravat as he cast his eyes away from Spain. "I...suppose I haven't a choice, have I?"
"Nope!"
He sighed.
Not putting anything intended to be a part of a challenge, here, just so you know.
Gist of what's happening: Alfred is a teenage father, he's confused as shit, and daddy Arthur isn't helping much. Inspired by that AU event at Salkia a while back.
Warnings: AU, perhaps Salkia!School-AU verse?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Arthur & Alfred
"Uh...pops?"
Arthur turned in his chair, grumpily acknowledging his son's entrance into his study. "What is it this time, Alfred? I haven't the time to teach you how to change diapers again."
Alfred flinched and scratched the back of his head. "U-uh, right. I think I got the hang of that..."
His father, less than kind to the blonde teenager shuffling at the entrance, raised one thick eyebrow. "Money is out of the question, Alfred. I told you, now that you're a father, you've got to--"
"But dad! McDonald's doesn't give me shit, Maureen isn't helping out, and I've got to buy Alice's food, diapers, clothing...!" Alfred pleaded, moving his arms about eccentrically, sounding every bit in the panic that was causing his heart to race and skip. "Dad...I can't..."
Arthur had been there before and believed that he had raised Alfred well enough. Then again, having the support of Elizabeth...
"You should have thought about that before you--"
"We did! It broke, how many times do I have to tell you?!"
"--you are certainly lucky she's willing to stay with you after all this--"
"Are you listening?! Dad, I--!"
"--re mother wouldn't condone this behavior!"
Gist of what's happening: After WWII, America had bombs and NATO. France wouldn't join NATO unless America told him about he bombs. And America, like, REALLY wanted France in NATO. So yeah. Oh right, and there's just one more thing. Jeez, France, why so blackmail.
Warnings: Starts kind off weird, since there's no real beginning. I have a sequel but hnnng it's in a notebook somewhere.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: France, America, England, and mention of Vietnam
"And that, you will have to grant me some...private time to discuss with you."
America's grin didn't waver, much too excited to catch the hidden implications that England had managed to pick up immediately. "You damn wine-bastard, do you think he's going to just--"
"Sure! Where to, man?"
France threw a grin at England, and promptly ushered America under his arm. "Just over here, mon ami~ and don't you worry, England, I'll have him returned to you shortly."
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"You want what?!"
"Is there a problem?"
"W-well--yeah, yeah, there is a problem! I can't give you that, do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to tell England?!"
"Quite if he's as pitiful as I know him to be. But that shouldn't be such a trifle for me, would it? I'll keep it safe, so long as you don't...what's the word...monitor my use of it."
America ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't happening, oh no. He had been initially willing to do anything to get France to join NATO, but the stakes were too high at this point. "Are you sure you don't want something else?"
"The rest can be paid in due time, mon cher. What I require now in order for me to join your silly organization is that information."
He bit his finger and began pacing the room. France had never seen the boy so disheveled, he seemed to be fraying at the seams keeping him together. It was a shame America was so young to go through all this, despite it being his own doing.
"So...so if I give you that you'll join?"
"Essentially, yes. I do have another request, but I assure you it's nothing quite as pressing."
America nodded, though he didn't understand. He paced again, nibbling on the hot leather of his glove. "And you won't tell anybody else?"
"I promise."
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"Viet...what? Who the hell is she?"
"A lovely girl, very lovely."
"Uh-huh...and why am I helping you 'crush' her rebellion for independence?"
"You are simply funding me to quiet the dear girl down. You wouldn't want China to convert her to communism, would you? By remaining my colony, she'll never have to wave a red flag."
"...Just funding?"
"Just funding. Oh! You should meet her, I'm sure you two would get along just fine."
Gist of what's happening: Young!Vietnam asking France about America
Warnings: May have been influenced by LOST. Just saying.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: France & Vietnam
"What about that land across the sea?"
France looked up from his drink, raising a thin eyebrow at her. "What land?"
She lifted her hand, pointed towards the ocean. "Over there. Ameri...I can't remember his name."
"Ahh! America! Yes, yes, that boy is lovely once you get past his appetite."
"I want to meet him."
France blanched. When she turned to look at him, his hand had already grabbed her tiny shoulder.
Gist of what's happening: More Salkia-induced teenage father!Alfred, because I love it so much.
Warnings: AU, possibly Salkia!School AU, headcanon of Ameriparenting
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Alfred and random nurse
"Please be a girl, please be a girl, please be a girl..."
"Mr. Jones?"
Alfred looked up at the nurse, frazzled with hours of sleep deprivation. "Y-yeah? How is she?"
The nurse giggled and shook her head. "Nothing has gone wrong, she's doing just fine."
As fine as a woman in labor could get, Alfred noted. He grinned a little, ran a hand through his hair. "That's...that's great, oh man."
"It's going to be a while, I think. Would you like some coffee?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'll do without for now."
"Alright. And...if it's not too much to ask, why do you hope your baby is a girl? Don't most fathers hope for boys?" she asked lightly, smiling. Alfred chuckled, although the topic strained his heart painfully. There were years of childhood issues behind that prayer.
"I'm not sure why," he lied, "but girls can learn how to play baseball just like any boy could, so I guess it doesn't really matter."
The nurse nodded. "I see. Well, I better go check on your wif--"
"Girlfriend."
"...girlfriend. You sure are young, aren't you?"
"Yes'm."
"Hm. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know, Mr. Jones."
As she left, Alfred's smile fell back into a deep frown. For years, he had promised himself that he'd never be like his own father. The thought tore at him, and at a young 17, was first on his list of things to never do. In his mind, the best way to avoid it was to never have a son. A girl...a girl was much different. He could raise a girl, but a boy...it seemed impossible.
It took six hours for the nurse to come running back into the waiting room. "Mr. Jones! Your baby--!"
Alfred jumped to his feet, his eyes now burning and red from being forced to stay open. "What?! What is it, are they--"
"It's a girl!"
Gist of what's happening: Blowjobs :|
Warnings: NSFW. Set in this long-going AU fic I'm working on, but not part of that fic's "canon," and WOO HOO INCEST \o/ and I love dialogue, can't you tell?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Alfred x Matthew, Francis, mention of Alfred x Toris and Ivan x Matthew
"A-ah, th-thanks for doing this, bro."
"Mm, it's no problem, Al. What're brothers for?"
Alfred groans, breathes heavily.
"Y-yeah, right...oh boy, you're good at this."
"Practice." the younger hums.
And there's a moan, long and teetering down to breathlessness. "Fuck...does Ivan get this sort of treatment?"
There's a pause, slurping just loud enough to be heard through the door.
"Mmm...sometimes. Mostly when you're," Matthew stopped again, there were more slurping sounds, and then he continued, "when you're around. Ever since that one time..."
"Oh, yeah, right. But really, man, you were going aaaAAAaa--" Alfred's words cut off and abruptly faded to moaning, only now muffled by his hand. "Fuckin' A you're so...goddamn, Matty...!"
A small chuckle. "Don't get used to it."
"Fuck yeah...you're a fucking...holy shit, dad wasn't kidding..."
Now there seemed to be an awkward moment.
"...Arthur?"
Alfred groaned, almost whined. Matthew must have stopped again. "Y-yeah, that you're Francis' son alright...just...goddamn, Matty, keep going!"
A thump sounded a well-placed punch to Alfred's person. "Ow!"
"Keep still, I can't finish while you're squirming, eh..."
"R-right...can you go a bit deeper?"
Such a loud, drawn out, pleasured moan confirmed the question.
More small bouts of bantering later, and finally there was a surprised squeak, followed quickly by coughing.
"You--blegh!--in my mouth!"
"I-I-I--it was sudden! I wasn't expecting it!"
"Jeez, what were you thinking, eh? Could you have at least had the courtesy enough to--"
"Thanks..."
"...Sure. Just don't tell dad."
"Francis? Nah, I won't. And you don't go telling my dad, he'd flip a shit!"
"Mmhm...how'd that thing with Toris turn out?"
"F-fine, I mean, I'm still raiding the jerk's fridge, right?"
"...He begged for you to come home and be his son again, huh?"
"Drunk and crying. But eh, free food, y'know?"
"Yeah, sure."
Alfred laughs, it's a pleasant, forced laugh, and no one speaks until Matthew hesitantly clears his throat.
"Um...Al...?"
"What's up?"
"...I'm, um..."
"...Oh. Want me to...?"
"If you would."
"Gotcha. Least I could do for you, man."
"Th-thanks, eh?"
"Yeah yeah."
"G-go easy on me..."
"I will, calm down."
Matthew's squeals were much more artful than the rough, manly groans Alfred had elicited just minutes before, if Francis, who had had his ear pressed to the door the whole time, had a say-so in it. While he was proud of his boy for branching out, there was a law against incest, and he would have to remind them both of that once they left Matthew's bedroom. And enforce the condom rule, they obviously weren't using any.
Gist of what's happening: UNF UNF ON THE ICE. Written way back during the Olympics because HNNNG
Warnings: NSFW. Apparently I like writing N. America incest.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Canada
"A-America, you can't just...ngh, you can't just grind up on me like that! I'm-I'm not a girl, eh? That hurts!"
America pouted. "Make it a lot easier if you were..." he grumbled.
"Just because you like to be rough from the get-go..." Canada began softly without an intention to finish. He grunted as he straightened up, thighs aching from holding himself up when his body wanted to crash to the ice. Glancing down at their erections, he felt his blush return ten-fold; he still couldn't believe his brother!
Gist of what's happening: America being a derp, and Canada being all :|
Warnings: ...wasn't going to post this, but I thought it was amusing. Maybe this was AU?
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America & Canada
“Yeah, well, I hate your face!”
“...Al, we have the same face! There's a reason people mistake me for you!”
“My face is handsomer, yours is lame.”
Gist of what's happening: MOAR OLYMPICS YAAAAAAAAY
Warnings: With less sex this time :D
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America &(x?) Canada
"MATT! MATT, OVER HERE!!"
Canada perked up, looked over his shoulder, and was quickly tackled by a heavy mass of layered sweatshirts, blonde and heavy. He yelped, surprised, and nearly fell over from the sheer weight of his attacker alone. The fact that he was being squeezed by the might of Superman wasn't helping his situation, either.
"A-America...you're..." he croaked, trying feebly to shove his brother off of him, but only succeeding in getting himself squished more into, well, squish.
America laughed right in his ear--really, how inconsiderate--and nuzzled their frozen cheeks together. "It's Alfred around here, remember, Matty?" He released his little brother, but kept a good grasp on his shoulders.
Swatting America's hand away from his shoulder pad--the man was going to put cracks in them if he wasn't careful--Canada flushed a little. They hardly used their human names, and America was always more than willing to resort to the brotherly, almost cutesy nicknames. "R-right, Alfred..." Or was it Al? Did he like Al better than Alfred? What about Alfie, how would that--nah, that would be something he'd say when they were younger. "Al, I mean."
Even if he felt a little bubbly-happy from the rare attention, America's laughing was going to grate his nerves to shreds, soon enough. "Atta boy, Matty! Hey! I came over to congratulate you on whooping Sweden's ass earlier!" America explained enthusiastically, slapping a good pat onto Canada's back. Canada coughed as he fell forward into catching himself.
"E-eh?"
"You. Kicked. Sweden's. Ass."
"Y-yeah, I know that, my teams are all great! I'm just..."
"What?"
Canada sighed. "Nothing."
"But--"
"Your match with Russia was pretty awesome, too, you know."
Gist of what's happening: YO' BROTHA DUN LOVE YA SWEETHEART
Warnings: Something infiltrated my brain that said, "hey, write America like this," and brb toying with a pairing long ago
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Belarus
“He only wants ya,” America hushed against her neck, “when you’re with me, y’know.”
Belarus’ hand dropped from her chest and she pushed off the larger nation, quickly snatching her knife from the back of her dress. She held it protectively in front of her, hiding her flushed face as much as possible. “Is not true. Brother and I will be married. Brother always wants me.”
America clicked his tongue and smiled. “Really?”
She faltered, lowered her knife, and immediately put her defenses back up. “Yes. Brother just doesn’t know how to show his love.”
Watching with cobalt eyes, she dared not let the capitalist nation escape her sight as he prodded closer with a rather annoying bounce in his step.
“So if I walk right up to that fatty right now,” America toyed, grinning as Belarus’ teeth clenched, “and asked if you two were gonna get married, would he say ‘yes’?”
Belarus shook her head. “No. Our love is sacred. Brother would never tell a pig about us. Would never tell anyone.”
America stopped his game and slumped with a sigh. “You don’t get it, Bela.” he chided, taking her hand in his loosely. The lack of quick movement delayed Belarus’ reaction, and found it much too late when he pulled her into his chest, wrapping those warm, thick arms around her, hugging her against the squish of his torso and chest. He was much shorter than Russia, and she didn’t like it. He wasn’t Russia.
Gist of what's happening: During the Civil War, England gave support to the South, and once the war was over America was all, "HEY give me Canada in return for supporting the Confederacy" and England was like, "PFFT YOU WISH" and granted Canada semi-independence. It was more, "hey, you can trade and shit, have your own government, but you're still mine because you're a good kid" than independence, but it was independence of some kind, enough to be like, "Yay we are Canada :D". Kept America from being able to lay claims to his bro.
Warnings: ...I don't know. There's underline AmeriCana? America's getting his imperialist goggles on, just a bit.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America, England & Canada
“Don't try to pull this bullshit on me, England!”
The British Empire could practically hear his ex-colony screeching that at the top of his lungs. He was reading a proposal, a stupid one, and that little, scratching voice broke into his head once he decided on his answer. America hadn't thought the request through, obviously. Did he really think that he'd let him have what he wanted after their history together?
“I want this out of my sight, and fetch me some parchment and ink.” He handed the paper to a guard, who quickly bowed with a “yes, sir” and made his way out of the room, never turning his back on the empire. Great Britain let out a sigh and allowed himself to slump in his chair, hands gripping the armrests. So what if he had supported the Confederacy in America's civil war? That was hardly reason to demand Canada as compensation. It was hardly reason to demand anything, really. To him, America was still a whiney brat, growing fatter with states and, apparently, gaining worse eyesight.
The guard returned with parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink, setting the items neatly on the table before Great Britain, who waved his hand for him to leave his presence. Quickly, he grabbed the quill, popped open the bottle and began to write. It would be a long letter, and he would write another, but the point would be put across in both.
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America pushed up his glasses. Since Lincoln died, his people had been concerned about assassinations, and the tension between the whites and the freedmen were just as stiff as ever. He was glad everything worked out, that amendments had been made and liberties granted, but he was itching for something more. Something way up north. Knowing fare well that he was quite a ways away from Canada, him located in his capital and all, he glanced in the general northern direction, fingers pressing against his pen. How long would it take for England to reply to him? He'd sent that request-although, in his words, it was more of a declaration-to him ages ago, surely the boats couldn't have been that slow...
He groaned. Wounds from the war were still healing, physically and mentally alike. Torn in two over, eventually, the issue of rights...it didn't do well for his mental state, not this early on in the game. He hadn't been a nation for a hundred years and this happened. It could have been more devastating, he guessed, but still.
A knock at his door shook him from his musings, and, stuttering, called out. “C-come on in!” Anxiously, he waited for one of the secretaries to come bustling in with England's reply, but, instead, the blonde colony he had been eyeing stumbled inside the room, his footing somehow lost. Briefly, America forgot his name, and only remembered because, well, he wanted him for his own.
“A-America! America!” Canada panted, bent over to catch his breath. Kumajiro sat on the floor by his feet, looking confused as ever. “America! I-I have something to tell you!”
Hopeful, America jumped from his seat and grabbed Canada by the arm. “Really?! Is it good news? News to do with me?” It was like England to be a complete jerk and not tell him anything until everyone else in the whole damn world knew first!
“I-I have my independence!”
America's face fell. That...wasn't what he was expecting.
“I'm my own nation! E-England! He granted it to me!”
Gist of what's happening: Inspired by the closing ceremony of the Olympics ♥
Warnings: I WAS REALLY INTO THIS SHIP OKAY.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America x Canada
“What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you gonna watch the ceremony, man?”
Canada sniffled, rubbing the tears from his eyes. He laughed and sobbed, face red and thin body curled up in his large maple leaf hoodie. “I-I’m just really happy, America, I’ll be back out there soon.”
America made a face, looked around, and squatted next to his brother on the floor. “Yeah, they’ve got giant beavers out and everything. Your people really love you, huh?”
“Y-yes, they do…it’s strange to get so much attention.”
“Really?”
“For me, America, for me.”
The elder stared at him, mouth brought into a thin line. “Uh, congrats, by the way. Didn’t get a chance to say so earlier.” he offered, scratching his head. Canada rubbed his nose, wishing dearly that he had something to wipe it with. The sleeve would have to do.
“Oh, thanks, America. Congratulations on getting the most medals, eh?”
America grinned, giving his clean-shaven chin a self-appreciating rub. “Yeah, I’m awesome.” he said, not sounding too into what he was saying, unusual for a egotistical guy like him.
Gist of what's happening: Russia and Catherine discussing stuff in her old age, was written mainly to be a study tool XD;;
Warnings: headcanonheadcanonheadcanonheadcanonheadcanon
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Russia & Catherine the Great
“Potempkin?”
Catherine glanced up at Russia, her face wrinkled with age, her over-pompous white wig covering the thread-thin strands of her gray hair. She had become fat, if not “pleasantly plump,” as the servants muttered beneath their breath with sly grins, in her old age, a sign of royalty and a hundred too many servings of duck and pork. But she was still beautiful despite the distortions, and under her rule Russia noted that he had also aged some. He watched as she smiled, the wrinkles in her face scrunching over her worn muscles.
“Yes, Potempkin. He's a fine man.” she told him in that admiring tone of voice she rarely used in full honesty. “Just the other day in the bath we were discussing Voltaire, his earlier works to be exact.”
Russia nodded, a smile in place of the tight-lipped line that should have been there. “I see. I like seeing you happy, Little Mother, I was beginning to worry.” He would be the first to admit that his Empress was no enlightened despot as Austria's new boss was, but he would never speak a bad word against her. Catherine knew this, and put her hand on the window.
“I understand. My power over you was slipping, I had to reenforce the policies. The people will be happier this way, we will not become another America.”
America...a new nation across the Atlantic, a previously profitable colony of England. Russia himself had yet to meet the boy directly, having only seen glimpses of him on his visits to his own North American land. He appeared to be strong, proud, the near-spitting image of England. Or, he supposed, it was the British Empire now, an odd rebound if he saw one. In his eyes it was somewhat dramatic, but so was King George III. After losing the colony in a war, it was no surprise it took some sort of toll on both England and his ruler.
Russia hummed. “The situations are different, Little Mother.”
Gist of what's happening: The worst marriage proposal ever. Was originally supposed to be for that 15 Pairings challenge, but I liked what I ended up with better |D
Warnings: ...was this my first time writing Spain? I think so...
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Spain x Austria
"You've got two choices, then, hombre!"
Austria glared. "Do I, now?"
Grinning with that relentless burning passion the boy had, Spain nodded. "Yep! Y'can marry me or get invaded!"
"...that was, perhaps, the worst proposal I've heard yet."
"So?"
Austria, blushing, adjusted his cravat as he cast his eyes away from Spain. "I...suppose I haven't a choice, have I?"
"Nope!"
He sighed.