Untitled ;A; [3a/3]
anonymous
February 10 2010, 13:27:32 UTC
Scotland gave England a strange look when she came into his room, though it may have something to do with the fairies still hiding in her hair, reluctantly leaving when she gave her head a shake. “Is something wro-”
“Do you love me?”
She watched as her brother frowned. “Of course I do.” He said, though it was clear that he had no idea where this was going.
“More than a sister?”
Now the realization hit him and England could feel herself blush as Scotland became flustered, trying to figure out an answer. “Y-yes I do. I’m s-what was that for!” the last bit came out as a hiss as he touched the still stinging spot from where he had just been slapped.
England scowled, “Denmark in the library…do you even know what France calls you?” She asked with a sigh, collapsing into her brother. “I love you too.” She murmured before they kissed.
The kiss started off innocently enough but as pent up and locked up desires from all the past centuries began to slip through it became more heated and desperate. Magic was misused until they fell onto the bed, naked.
“You really haven’t done this before…with a woman I mean.” England whispered as she felt her brother’s hesitant touches and caresses. When all she got was a blush for her question she sighed, taking one of Scotland’s hands and placing it between her legs. “We could do this the same way I dealt with Spain if you want.” She added, smiling when Scotland took the hint and began to rub.
A low whimper escaped Scotland’s as England wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked slowly. “And…what did you…do?” He asked, mimicking her tempo to a mewl of approval.
“Not much,” England began as they kissed once more, “Tied him up and made sure he stayed…alert until I was happy.”
There was another whimper though this time in fear. “I quite like how this is going.” Scotland finally admitted, kissing at her neck, “Maybe another day?”
England laughed as she pushed Scotland onto his back before straddling him, “Try not to get too excited about getting to be the man for once.” she warned as Scotland sat up. She shivered when two sticky fingers danced over her lips before going into Scotland’s mouth. “Whore!”
Now it was her brother’s turn to laugh as he ran his hands over her figure more confidently, “Denmark wanted both of us that day, make sure that my new master was as good as him.”
England blushed as she moved until she was over Scotland’s cock. “Well then,” slowly she lowered herself, both moaning softly as she did so, “You better send him something full…of praise…when…we are….done!”
Scotland was fully inside her now and, quite frankly, nothing had ever felt so perfect.
Untitled ;A; [3b/3]
anonymous
February 10 2010, 13:30:12 UTC
Anne sighed as she watched the fleeing France being quickly persuade by a musket wielding England (screaming goodness knows what kind of curses at her) and, her in turn, a (as usual when England went into one of those moods) blushing Scotland. “I see they are most definitely together now.” She said, glancing at the amused Wales.
Scotland had finally caught up to his furious sister, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her as he tried to calm her down. Didn’t stop her taking one last shot at France.
Wales nodded, following his queen as they left the window to continue their saunter down the hall, “There will be times were they will fight like a couple…and like siblings.” he admitted, “But realize, even if they do part ways, no one will fight for their safety than they will for each other.”
A sad smile tinged the Queen’s lips. “William would be happy, he never did like it when his nations sad.”
“Well there’s no doubt in my mind,“ Wales began with a bow, “That, where-ever he is in heaven now, he will also be proud to know that it was him who made their happiness.”
Anne’s smile brightened as she nodded, “Thank you Wales. Now, if you excuse me, there is a group of Whigs in their I must speak to though I do wish that you and your siblings could make them disappear for good.”
“I believe Scotland and England would gladly deal with that for you without magic.”
Neither Lord Somers or Lord Halifax could understand why Queen Anne entered the room laughing, only that it undoubtedly meant a long meeting for them.
Historical Notes~
anonymous
February 10 2010, 14:20:09 UTC
The Prince William referred to throughout this fic was the only child of Anne's to make it pass the age of two. Of eighteen pregnancies, only four others had not been stillborn or miscarriage. The young Prince (who also had the nasty rumour that he wasn't actually Anne's) suffered from illnesses throughout his life which made him a slow developer before finally dying of what was thought to be smallpox just after his eleventh birthday.
With the William's death, before his mother had even ascended to the throne, meant there was a crisis over who should take over the throne after Anne's death especially as her de-throned farther, James II and VII, had since had two more children, both of whom were followers of the Catholic faith like him and could legitimately make a claim for the throne.
Thus the Act of Settlement, preventing any Catholics from taking the throne (and paving the way for the Hanover family), was made. The Scottish parliament, also known as the Estate, wished the ability to chose if they felt the new English ruler would not be suitably for them and thus created the Act of Security. In response the English parliament came up with the Alien Act, deeming any Scot in England as foreign nationals as well as an embargo on Scottish goods, hurting them as England was (oddly enough) their biggest buyer, especially on the new continent.
The economical effect this had was just part of the reason that the Estate agreed to the Act of Union of 1707.
That's right, the then United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland was created all due to the death of one child.
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Denmark's appearance is in part because Anne's husband was Prince George of Denmark and because him and Scotland have a history longer than Scotland and France. Norway would target the many and I mean many islands around Scotland while Denmark went straight for the mainland.
After that had died down, they happily traded with each other as well as sent each other consorts for their kings. Orkney and Shetland was actually given by Denmark to Scotland as a dowry for Margaret marriage to King James III, without Norway (who's rule they were technically under) consent. King James VI and later I of England's wife was also a Danish Princess called Anne (who was Prince George's great aunt).
The comment about Scotland being the Scandinavian's whore is because the countries that attacked, stole from and molest him were also pretty much the first he thought he should make allies with and it was only when he and England started to fight a lot that he even thought of France. Seriously, Stockholm Syndrome anyone?
“Do you love me?”
She watched as her brother frowned. “Of course I do.” He said, though it was clear that he had no idea where this was going.
“More than a sister?”
Now the realization hit him and England could feel herself blush as Scotland became flustered, trying to figure out an answer. “Y-yes I do. I’m s-what was that for!” the last bit came out as a hiss as he touched the still stinging spot from where he had just been slapped.
England scowled, “Denmark in the library…do you even know what France calls you?” She asked with a sigh, collapsing into her brother. “I love you too.” She murmured before they kissed.
The kiss started off innocently enough but as pent up and locked up desires from all the past centuries began to slip through it became more heated and desperate. Magic was misused until they fell onto the bed, naked.
“You really haven’t done this before…with a woman I mean.” England whispered as she felt her brother’s hesitant touches and caresses. When all she got was a blush for her question she sighed, taking one of Scotland’s hands and placing it between her legs. “We could do this the same way I dealt with Spain if you want.” She added, smiling when Scotland took the hint and began to rub.
A low whimper escaped Scotland’s as England wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked slowly. “And…what did you…do?” He asked, mimicking her tempo to a mewl of approval.
“Not much,” England began as they kissed once more, “Tied him up and made sure he stayed…alert until I was happy.”
There was another whimper though this time in fear. “I quite like how this is going.” Scotland finally admitted, kissing at her neck, “Maybe another day?”
England laughed as she pushed Scotland onto his back before straddling him, “Try not to get too excited about getting to be the man for once.” she warned as Scotland sat up. She shivered when two sticky fingers danced over her lips before going into Scotland’s mouth. “Whore!”
Now it was her brother’s turn to laugh as he ran his hands over her figure more confidently, “Denmark wanted both of us that day, make sure that my new master was as good as him.”
England blushed as she moved until she was over Scotland’s cock. “Well then,” slowly she lowered herself, both moaning softly as she did so, “You better send him something full…of praise…when…we are….done!”
Scotland was fully inside her now and, quite frankly, nothing had ever felt so perfect.
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Scotland had finally caught up to his furious sister, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her as he tried to calm her down. Didn’t stop her taking one last shot at France.
Wales nodded, following his queen as they left the window to continue their saunter down the hall, “There will be times were they will fight like a couple…and like siblings.” he admitted, “But realize, even if they do part ways, no one will fight for their safety than they will for each other.”
A sad smile tinged the Queen’s lips. “William would be happy, he never did like it when his nations sad.”
“Well there’s no doubt in my mind,“ Wales began with a bow, “That, where-ever he is in heaven now, he will also be proud to know that it was him who made their happiness.”
Anne’s smile brightened as she nodded, “Thank you Wales. Now, if you excuse me, there is a group of Whigs in their I must speak to though I do wish that you and your siblings could make them disappear for good.”
“I believe Scotland and England would gladly deal with that for you without magic.”
Neither Lord Somers or Lord Halifax could understand why Queen Anne entered the room laughing, only that it undoubtedly meant a long meeting for them.
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With the William's death, before his mother had even ascended to the throne, meant there was a crisis over who should take over the throne after Anne's death especially as her de-throned farther, James II and VII, had since had two more children, both of whom were followers of the Catholic faith like him and could legitimately make a claim for the throne.
Thus the Act of Settlement, preventing any Catholics from taking the throne (and paving the way for the Hanover family), was made. The Scottish parliament, also known as the Estate, wished the ability to chose if they felt the new English ruler would not be suitably for them and thus created the Act of Security. In response the English parliament came up with the Alien Act, deeming any Scot in England as foreign nationals as well as an embargo on Scottish goods, hurting them as England was (oddly enough) their biggest buyer, especially on the new continent.
The economical effect this had was just part of the reason that the Estate agreed to the Act of Union of 1707.
That's right, the then United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland was created all due to the death of one child.
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Denmark's appearance is in part because Anne's husband was Prince George of Denmark and because him and Scotland have a history longer than Scotland and France. Norway would target the many and I mean many islands around Scotland while Denmark went straight for the mainland.
After that had died down, they happily traded with each other as well as sent each other consorts for their kings. Orkney and Shetland was actually given by Denmark to Scotland as a dowry for Margaret marriage to King James III, without Norway (who's rule they were technically under) consent. King James VI and later I of England's wife was also a Danish Princess called Anne (who was Prince George's great aunt).
The comment about Scotland being the Scandinavian's whore is because the countries that attacked, stole from and molest him were also pretty much the first he thought he should make allies with and it was only when he and England started to fight a lot that he even thought of France. Seriously, Stockholm Syndrome anyone?
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