Re: Blinded (4/4)
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:53:16 UTC
America took a breath and laughed happily before rocking with the other. Hands traced patterns on his skin, moving up and down the inside of his arms before trailing down his ribs and grasping his length.
America didn’t speak, and if the other nation did, America wouldn’t know, didn’t care. His orgasm caught him by surprise, his hips jerking as he laughed and shot his seed over the other’s belly.
A few thrusts later and America felt the nation shudder. America’s hand was resting on the man’s back, and he felt him cry out through his spread palm.
Then, still sheathed inside him, the other man leaned forward and kissed America softly, one hand cupping the side of America’s face.
America smiled sleepily in return.
The nation crawled off America, but returned a moment later with a warm washcloth. America felt it move over his skin and sighed.
A weight settled by America’s side, and a sheet was pulled up over the two. America turned and pulled his lover to him, breathing in the smell of his sweat and musk and the faint scent of tea.
Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:56:50 UTC
It was 5:49 when America awoke, and it took him a moment to realize why it was significant that he was reading a clock. He grabbed his glasses off the endtable and slid them on, snapping his fingers by his ears. His hearing was back as well.
The figure next to him stirred, and America slid back under the sheet.
“England. Hey, England!” he whispered.
“Mmmm? What is it?” was the sleepy answer.
“Thanks.”
England sat up. “Your hearing’s back?”
“Yep. Sight, too.”
England sighed and relaxed against the headboard.
There was a pause, then England spoke. “Did you really not know who it was?”
America nuzzled his neck. “I did. You got pissy about my grammar.”
England scoffed. “I should strangle you for what you’ve done to my language.”
America bit his ear gently. “Maybe you should.”
Just to tie things up, America hadn't been targeted. There was just a stupid kid who got ahold of some high-grade explosives who panicked and ran off after America was knocked out. Two people were fired and one was written up for that.
Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
November 26 2009, 03:52:40 UTC
Anon, thank you for writing this. NotOP think that was very sensual and was kinda hoping tat England would draw a heart on America during the love-making. Either way, I'm very satisfy. <3
Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
November 30 2009, 00:58:07 UTC
OH GOSH ANON!!! Just a wonderful excersise in romance without words. God this was the perfect mix of emotional, funny, and sensual. America is brilliantly portrayed in character and gesture, and .. damnit I'm just so happy this was England/America. great fic, anon!
Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
March 28 2010, 05:12:59 UTC
Do I fail for not figuring out it was England? XD I shouldn't eat while stalking this meme. I just managed to spill milk all down my front, and will never be able to eat cinammon toast crunch without thinking of this. *facepalm*
So, moving past my fail to your win: When Al said to either shoot him already or let him up, I distinctly remember thinking 'Oh please, don't let that be Matthew' Keeping in mind that I didn't look at the request and therefore had NO IDEA who it was. because that would have been AWFUL. The part where Al wanted Arthur to just shoot him and 'let him rest' killed my soul COMPLETELY. It like, floated away into the distance. D: I'm a terrible aweful person for loving that so so so much. I'm also terrible for loving the whole 'like when they were colonies' moment.
I makes me LIFE how Al figured out who it was because Arthur got pissy about his grammar. *lol'ing forever*
America didn’t speak, and if the other nation did, America wouldn’t know, didn’t care. His orgasm caught him by surprise, his hips jerking as he laughed and shot his seed over the other’s belly.
A few thrusts later and America felt the nation shudder. America’s hand was resting on the man’s back, and he felt him cry out through his spread palm.
Then, still sheathed inside him, the other man leaned forward and kissed America softly, one hand cupping the side of America’s face.
America smiled sleepily in return.
The nation crawled off America, but returned a moment later with a warm washcloth. America felt it move over his skin and sighed.
A weight settled by America’s side, and a sheet was pulled up over the two. America turned and pulled his lover to him, breathing in the smell of his sweat and musk and the faint scent of tea.
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The figure next to him stirred, and America slid back under the sheet.
“England. Hey, England!” he whispered.
“Mmmm? What is it?” was the sleepy answer.
“Thanks.”
England sat up. “Your hearing’s back?”
“Yep. Sight, too.”
England sighed and relaxed against the headboard.
There was a pause, then England spoke. “Did you really not know who it was?”
America nuzzled his neck. “I did. You got pissy about my grammar.”
England scoffed. “I should strangle you for what you’ve done to my language.”
America bit his ear gently. “Maybe you should.”
Just to tie things up, America hadn't been targeted. There was just a stupid kid who got ahold of some high-grade explosives who panicked and ran off after America was knocked out. Two people were fired and one was written up for that.
I'm sorry it's so boring.
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Thank you for reading!
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This was really sweet. Great work.
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So, moving past my fail to your win:
When Al said to either shoot him already or let him up, I distinctly remember thinking 'Oh please, don't let that be Matthew' Keeping in mind that I didn't look at the request and therefore had NO IDEA who it was. because that would have been AWFUL. The part where Al wanted Arthur to just shoot him and 'let him rest' killed my soul COMPLETELY. It like, floated away into the distance. D: I'm a terrible aweful person for loving that so so so much. I'm also terrible for loving the whole 'like when they were colonies' moment.
I makes me LIFE how Al figured out who it was because Arthur got pissy about his grammar. *lol'ing forever*
What the bloody hell is a 'herodias'?
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