Electro Gypsy [1/?]
anonymous
October 8 2009, 04:10:03 UTC
I am not original Writter!Anon, but I wanted to fill this because I thought it was so cool. ----- Now that his uptight brother was gone, he could get to business. Quickly getting to his room, the silver haired ex-nation brought the white and black pipe, cradling the base, his grin widening. That idiot brother of his would be gone for a few hours, so he’d get some quality time with his baby. He set it on the table of the living room, patting himself down to find the little baggie of home grown Joy~ He filled her to the appropriate height with water, sliding the stem in after loading with a two little balls of the green. He played with the lighter in his hands, coloured with the German flag.
“I love you Ludwig~” He nuzzled the lighter before striking the flint and bringing it to burn the grass. ---------- Feliciano was excited. He had brought some pasta to make for Ludwig, and they’d have a nice lunch and maybe he’d get to kiss him again! A blush flew across his cheeks and he shook his head, almost running into a pole when he caught the eyes of a pretty German girl. He rubbed his shoulder, the aftermath of actually hitting the pole on his way to Germany’s house. As he finally arrived, he took in a breath. He really wanted to spend time with Ludwig, even if that meant having to deal with kicking out the others brother, though he wasn’t that bad. He didn’t even think as he came in the door, calling for Ludwig.
“He’s not here.” A voice said, followed by a cough and more smoke filling the room. “W-what’s going on? Is Ludwig okay? Is the house on fire?” The young Italian breathed in the smoke. It was different, kind of sweet, but it smelled a little like pine too. Very good smelling. “Prussia?” He waved away smoke to see the silver haired man holding something. “What are you doing?” He asked, coming closer, seeing more smoke filling the room. “Smoking. Have you ever smoked before?” The German put the item down, and Feliciano wanted to take a closer look, leaning over to look at it, the items in his bag falling out. Gilbert laughed, snorting a few times. Italy was a little confused at the way Prussia was acting but he didn’t mind it, it was kind of cool.
“What do I do?” The Italian questioned, pulling back to sit beside Gilbert. “You gotta put your mouth here, and when I tell you to, breath in, and hold your breath till I tell you, okay?” Italy was even more confused, what was he supposed to do?
“Like this, Feli~” The Prussian picked up the item in question, holding the round base of the bong with one hand, another holding a lighter, the top part resting on Prussia’s chest with the tip on his mouth. “Like this.” He said, striking the flint.
It took a moment for the smoke to rise, and when enough gathered in the tube, Gilbert took a breath in, taking as much of the smoke inside as he could. Feliciano held his breath with Gilbert, waiting till the other breathed out, smoke pouring from his nose and mouth that Italy released his own breath. “You wanna try?”
Re: Electro Gypsy [2/?]
anonymous
October 8 2009, 04:41:28 UTC
Writer!Anon is going to go to bed now, she will continue to tomorrow when she's more awake. ------------- Feliciano blinked, looking at the thing in Gilbert’s hands. He was being generous, sharing with him something that looked important to the other. “S-Sure.” He nodded, setting the rest of his things -the pasta, some other ingredients, and wine - and took the bong in his hands. It was warm, like touching another person. “Put your mouth on it.” Gilbert said, watching him. “O-okay.” He put his mouth on the tip, smelling everything around him.Everything smelled really different, but good. Watching Gilbert with wide, unblinking eyes, the Prussian added something from a plastic bag. It was green.
“To renew it.” He simply stated, pushing the grass deeper before lighting it. The smoke went down, into the water, before wafting up into the pipe. “Wait, wait.” Gilbert told the other, watching with excitement. “Now breath as much as you can in.” Italy did as he said, taking a deep breath, as much as he could, trying not to cough even though the smoke stung his nose and throat, he’d keep it in till Prussia said to exhale.
“Breath out~” Gilbert giggled, taking the bong back and setting it back down. Gilbert was a little more turned on, watching that innocent boy take his lips around the tip and taking it all in. He felt a stir in his pants and he couldn’t help it. Feliciano coughed it out, his mind swirling and a little dazed from the a slight lack of oxygen. “That… that was awesome.” The little Italian said, smiling more. “Really now? Let’s do it again~!” --------
“Ve~ I’m hungry~” The Italian spoke up, laying back with Gilbert. They were pretty stoned, having smoked all of Gilbert’s stash for the week, though the Prussian didn’t mind. If he could be with someone, he’d rather waste it with them then just smoke alone and laugh at his sadness. “Let’s go make some pasta!” Gilbert announced, a fit of giggles overtake him. “Okay~” The two had a little adventure of getting to the kitchen, Feliciano having to go back to get the food stuffs for the pasta.
Just getting the water boiling was a little hard. Gilbert kept hitting on Feliciano, and by hitting on, the other couldn’t stop rubbing against him as they leaned on the stove, trying to read the numbers on the little dial. Good thing the brunette hadn’t turned it on, as Gilbert pushed the others chest onto the stove, grinding into him more. It felt good yes, but it wasn’t as gentle as Germany was with him. “Be nicer!” The Italian protested, quickly quieted with a deep kiss by the albino.
“Fuck pasta, I want you~” The Italian blushed at the others words. “I want pasta though!” He pushed Gilbert away and went to the sink, only to be pushed against the counter, a hand rubbing his vital regions, making Italy moan. “A-ahh….” Feliciano whimpered loudly, moving his back against the other, wanting more. Red eyes squinted in delight and the Prussian sex machine picked up the Italian, carrying him haphazardly to the first bedroom. He didn’t care in the slightest it was his brothers, throwing him down onto the bed.
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Now that his uptight brother was gone, he could get to business. Quickly getting to his room, the silver haired ex-nation brought the white and black pipe, cradling the base, his grin widening. That idiot brother of his would be gone for a few hours, so he’d get some quality time with his baby. He set it on the table of the living room, patting himself down to find the little baggie of home grown Joy~ He filled her to the appropriate height with water, sliding the stem in after loading with a two little balls of the green. He played with the lighter in his hands, coloured with the German flag.
“I love you Ludwig~” He nuzzled the lighter before striking the flint and bringing it to burn the grass.
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Feliciano was excited. He had brought some pasta to make for Ludwig, and they’d have a nice lunch and maybe he’d get to kiss him again! A blush flew across his cheeks and he shook his head, almost running into a pole when he caught the eyes of a pretty German girl. He rubbed his shoulder, the aftermath of actually hitting the pole on his way to Germany’s house. As he finally arrived, he took in a breath. He really wanted to spend time with Ludwig, even if that meant having to deal with kicking out the others brother, though he wasn’t that bad.
He didn’t even think as he came in the door, calling for Ludwig.
“He’s not here.” A voice said, followed by a cough and more smoke filling the room. “W-what’s going on? Is Ludwig okay? Is the house on fire?” The young Italian breathed in the smoke. It was different, kind of sweet, but it smelled a little like pine too. Very good smelling. “Prussia?” He waved away smoke to see the silver haired man holding something.
“What are you doing?” He asked, coming closer, seeing more smoke filling the room. “Smoking. Have you ever smoked before?” The German put the item down, and Feliciano wanted to take a closer look, leaning over to look at it, the items in his bag falling out. Gilbert laughed, snorting a few times. Italy was a little confused at the way Prussia was acting but he didn’t mind it, it was kind of cool.
“What do I do?” The Italian questioned, pulling back to sit beside Gilbert. “You gotta put your mouth here, and when I tell you to, breath in, and hold your breath till I tell you, okay?” Italy was even more confused, what was he supposed to do?
“Like this, Feli~” The Prussian picked up the item in question, holding the round base of the bong with one hand, another holding a lighter, the top part resting on Prussia’s chest with the tip on his mouth. “Like this.” He said, striking the flint.
It took a moment for the smoke to rise, and when enough gathered in the tube, Gilbert took a breath in, taking as much of the smoke inside as he could. Feliciano held his breath with Gilbert, waiting till the other breathed out, smoke pouring from his nose and mouth that Italy released his own breath.
“You wanna try?”
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Feliciano blinked, looking at the thing in Gilbert’s hands. He was being generous, sharing with him something that looked important to the other. “S-Sure.” He nodded, setting the rest of his things -the pasta, some other ingredients, and wine - and took the bong in his hands. It was warm, like touching another person. “Put your mouth on it.” Gilbert said, watching him. “O-okay.” He put his mouth on the tip, smelling everything around him.Everything smelled really different, but good. Watching Gilbert with wide, unblinking eyes, the Prussian added something from a plastic bag. It was green.
“To renew it.” He simply stated, pushing the grass deeper before lighting it. The smoke went down, into the water, before wafting up into the pipe. “Wait, wait.” Gilbert told the other, watching with excitement. “Now breath as much as you can in.” Italy did as he said, taking a deep breath, as much as he could, trying not to cough even though the smoke stung his nose and throat, he’d keep it in till Prussia said to exhale.
“Breath out~” Gilbert giggled, taking the bong back and setting it back down. Gilbert was a little more turned on, watching that innocent boy take his lips around the tip and taking it all in. He felt a stir in his pants and he couldn’t help it. Feliciano coughed it out, his mind swirling and a little dazed from the a slight lack of oxygen. “That… that was awesome.” The little Italian said, smiling more.
“Really now? Let’s do it again~!”
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“Ve~ I’m hungry~” The Italian spoke up, laying back with Gilbert. They were pretty stoned, having smoked all of Gilbert’s stash for the week, though the Prussian didn’t mind. If he could be with someone, he’d rather waste it with them then just smoke alone and laugh at his sadness. “Let’s go make some pasta!” Gilbert announced, a fit of giggles overtake him. “Okay~” The two had a little adventure of getting to the kitchen, Feliciano having to go back to get the food stuffs for the pasta.
Just getting the water boiling was a little hard. Gilbert kept hitting on Feliciano, and by hitting on, the other couldn’t stop rubbing against him as they leaned on the stove, trying to read the numbers on the little dial. Good thing the brunette hadn’t turned it on, as Gilbert pushed the others chest onto the stove, grinding into him more. It felt good yes, but it wasn’t as gentle as Germany was with him. “Be nicer!” The Italian protested, quickly quieted with a deep kiss by the albino.
“Fuck pasta, I want you~” The Italian blushed at the others words. “I want pasta though!” He pushed Gilbert away and went to the sink, only to be pushed against the counter, a hand rubbing his vital regions, making Italy moan. “A-ahh….” Feliciano whimpered loudly, moving his back against the other, wanting more. Red eyes squinted in delight and the Prussian sex machine picked up the Italian, carrying him haphazardly to the first bedroom. He didn’t care in the slightest it was his brothers, throwing him down onto the bed.
“This is gonna be awesome.
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Keep it going,author!anon.I love the way this fill is going!
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Keep going on Author!anon. :'D
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