Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED

[hetalia_kink]

Thanks to anon's suggestions we are now enforcing a past-part fills post

Fresh past-part fills post HERE

Comments and Suggestions go here

Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill index over here.
Remember though that you need not post your updates unless you posted in a new  part

Keep yourself up to date -- check out the NEWS HERE

Comments

Company With Wolves (part 4a)

[anonymous]

The silver collar was powerful magic, not just a spell but linked spells wrought together, more powerful combined than the mere sum of their separate strengths. The working of linked spells was impressive enough, but these were not just spells but Spells, great works of magick. Lesser wizards could not even approach a true Spell on their own, much less bend them to their own wills so they could join them together in the shape of a silver collar: he'd used three, three for the sacred number of it, and three that encompassed all he wanted - the Spell of Euroswydd, who had used it to bind Llyr Half-Speech, and the Spell of the Dragons in Dinas Emrys, who had been hidden from the eyes of the world, and the Spell of Gwgon Redsword, one of the Three Gatekeepers. The collar was a marvel and a wonder, and when other wizards heard what England had done they shook their heads and muttered into their drinks and resolved not to face him in open battle.

He needed all of the Spells' strength, and his, to bind America to him.

Because of the collar, America could not attack England directly; he could not refuse his command; he could not set foot past the boundaries of England's dwelling, which England had marked by burying the bones of things America had killed in hunting, steeped in the juices of the vâsc berries, at the four cardinal points. But he tried - over and over he tried, snarling and whining and growling and whimpering, sometimes all at once, hurling himself against the invisible barriers the silver collar made for him, trying until the magic of the collar finally overwhelmed his body and sent him into twitching fits on the ground.

England`s heart was breaking at every time, but he kept a cold look on his face and his arms crossed against his chest, lest America see weakness in him - the weakness of his love for the little golden cub still somewhere inside the snarling, raging wolf America had become.