Re: Always room for one more 3/3
anonymous
November 10 2009, 08:38:40 UTC
Almost slyly Britannia angel started to cock his head up for a kiss that Alfred was very willing to comply to. Just as their lips brushed a familiar hand smacked away the angle’s face from the back of the couch.
“Oh suck it wand boy, that’s the worse one yet!” the lavishly dressed pirate had thrown his coat off somewhere revealing a majority of his chest as he comfortably plopped himself on the top edge, grabbing Alfred's jacket.
“Though ye do look awfully hot in this dingy thing, better get rid of it for ye.” winked pirate Arthur.
And get rid of it he did, with some eager helping hands. For once Alfred was honestly glad to be rid of his favorite jacket, it felt much better now.
“Ack but it’s still so hot down here”chirped bunny Arthur innocently, grinning up a smile that cloged up Alfred’s brain.
“What should we do Alfie?!”
“Zip it with the naïve act, we all know you’re the horniest you wanking rodent.” shouted the punk as he finished off the last of Alfred’s cursed buttons.
“Well don’t blame me, I am ‘England’”snarled the now aggressive bunny.
“Don’t fret poppet” purred the school boy on the floor in between his spread out legs.
“I’m very certain Alfred enjoys the innocent act”
uniform blazer falls to the ground
“don’t you now?” next the shirt
Alfred hazily sees his hand being pulled till he felt his middle & index finger being sucked on by the sight in front of him. He can’t think anymore, only feel. Rough kisses on his neck, licks on his chest, hands feeling through his hair and this almost grind on his lap. If this is only a dream, God please don’t wake him up cause this is the best fucking dream he’s ever had. How the hell could this get any better?
Slam!
“America!” ”Alfred my boy”
With that he jumped a bit from his daze but feeling just too damn good to move so he settle for looking up. There stood a steaming Arthur, his Arthur, gaping at the scene in front of him. Nearby was the nostalgic appearance of the past, the Arthur he first met the one he first fell for.
“What in the Queen’s name are you all doing!? Alfred get away from this disaster!
“Now now don’t yell at the boy, he’s obviously very surprised at this.” stated the British Empire in an attempt to calm down his raging counterpart.
“My ass he is!”
“Oh no doubt there” piped up the policeman cockily from his neck “he’s feeling up your rump quite nicely over here”
“Why you f#%%^” but the conversation was lost on the America’s part. Alfred hardly knew where to set his eyes upon, flickering constantly over to each sight drinking them in. The whole menu was here, even the ones he didn’t even know existed!
”Alfred stop this at once! You can’t actually want to take on every single one of-well,myself!” Arthur yelledin anger, that cute frown setting itself on his face.
Flicking his eyes back and forth to every single piece of fine English in the room Alfred could only gape nervously before screaming.
“Hell yes I want you all!” this earned him quite a number of appreciative kisses and love bites, how can it get better?
Off in a unseen corner the modern Arthur continued to fume as he chanted an incoherent spell out of a medium scroll.
“Arthur now don’t, oh it’s alright Alfred” comforted the British Empire self as he made his way over to the crowded sofa & somehow managed to seat himself. Warmly he grabbed Alfred’s head and laid it on his shoulder.
“It’s alright to want of all us, Alfred, perfectly fine”this Arthur always did spoil him how he missed that. His head felt strangely lighter that before and this Arthur’s smile has turned more…narrow.
“Just tell me what you want Alfred” murmured his beloved elder brother in a way he use to often imagine late night during his awkward years. The familiar hand went exactly to the spot that needed the attention most and that dangerously loving face leaned to his.
The British empire smirked, “Tell daddy exactly what you want”
Poof!
“Finally got those buggers” exclaimed Arthur triumphantly as he turned the corner.”Sorry about that Alfred.”
“Alfred”
No response.
“Oh hell.”
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That night Alfred F. Jones was admitted to the hospital for excessive blood loss. ______________________ hope beginner anon didn't kill it
Re: Always room for one more 3/3
anonymous
November 10 2009, 21:56:35 UTC
OH ANON! I LOVE THIS! JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH! I must say that the british empire!Enlgand has to be my fav. So sweet and caring (but not kawaii desu like bunny!england >w< ), yet still oh so kinky~ >///w///<
Re: Always room for one more 3/3
anonymous
November 11 2009, 05:58:57 UTC
Whew, authoranon here thought she was going to be shot for the lines! (hehe British Empire was my personal fav as well!That's why I had to save him last :P) Now to run off with my first internet babies! *_*
“Oh suck it wand boy, that’s the worse one yet!” the lavishly dressed pirate had thrown his coat off somewhere revealing a majority of his chest as he comfortably plopped himself on the top edge, grabbing Alfred's jacket.
“Though ye do look awfully hot in this dingy thing, better get rid of it for ye.” winked pirate Arthur.
And get rid of it he did, with some eager helping hands. For once Alfred was honestly glad to be rid of his favorite jacket, it felt much better now.
“Ack but it’s still so hot down here”chirped bunny Arthur innocently, grinning up a smile that cloged up Alfred’s brain.
“What should we do Alfie?!”
“Zip it with the naïve act, we all know you’re the horniest you wanking rodent.” shouted the punk as he finished off the last of Alfred’s cursed buttons.
“Well don’t blame me, I am ‘England’”snarled the now aggressive bunny.
“Don’t fret poppet” purred the school boy on the floor in between his spread out legs.
“I’m very certain Alfred enjoys the innocent act”
uniform blazer falls to the ground
“don’t you now?” next the shirt
Alfred hazily sees his hand being pulled till he felt his middle & index finger being sucked on by the sight in front of him.
He can’t think anymore, only feel. Rough kisses on his neck, licks on his chest, hands feeling through his hair and this almost grind on his lap. If this is only a dream, God please don’t wake him up cause this is the best fucking dream he’s ever had. How the hell could this get any better?
Slam!
“America!” ”Alfred my boy”
With that he jumped a bit from his daze but feeling just too damn good to move so he settle for looking up. There stood a steaming Arthur, his Arthur, gaping at the scene in front of him. Nearby was the nostalgic appearance of the past, the Arthur he first met the one he first fell for.
“What in the Queen’s name are you all doing!? Alfred get away from this disaster!
“Now now don’t yell at the boy, he’s obviously very surprised at this.” stated the British Empire in an attempt to calm down his raging counterpart.
“My ass he is!”
“Oh no doubt there” piped up the policeman cockily from his neck “he’s feeling up your rump quite nicely over here”
“Why you f#%%^” but the conversation was lost on the America’s part.
Alfred hardly knew where to set his eyes upon, flickering constantly over to each sight drinking them in. The whole menu was here, even the ones he didn’t even know existed!
”Alfred stop this at once! You can’t actually want to take on every single one of-well,myself!” Arthur yelledin anger, that cute frown setting itself on his face.
Flicking his eyes back and forth to every single piece of fine English in the room Alfred could only gape nervously before screaming.
“Hell yes I want you all!” this earned him quite a number of appreciative kisses and love bites, how can it get better?
Off in a unseen corner the modern Arthur continued to fume as he chanted an incoherent spell out of a medium scroll.
“Arthur now don’t, oh it’s alright Alfred” comforted the British Empire self as he made his way over to the crowded sofa & somehow managed to seat himself. Warmly he grabbed Alfred’s head and laid it on his shoulder.
“It’s alright to want of all us, Alfred, perfectly fine”this Arthur always did spoil him how he missed that. His head felt strangely lighter that before and this Arthur’s smile has turned more…narrow.
“Just tell me what you want Alfred” murmured his beloved elder brother in a way he use to often imagine late night during his awkward years. The familiar hand went exactly to the spot that needed the attention most and that dangerously loving face leaned to his.
The British empire smirked, “Tell daddy exactly what you want”
Poof!
“Finally got those buggers” exclaimed Arthur triumphantly as he turned the corner.”Sorry about that Alfred.”
“Alfred”
No response.
“Oh hell.”
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That night Alfred F. Jones was admitted to the hospital for excessive blood loss.
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first three children anon. all yours~^^
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Now to run off with my first internet babies! *_*
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SO MUCH LOVE.
Okay sooooo....Here's a basket of Internets, and what kind of ring do you want for the wedding I want to force on you? ; 7 ; |||
//My favorite was the Rabbit, ohhhh gooodddd the rabbit. <3
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