Blossoms For Your Beauty (2/?)
anonymous
February 28 2010, 08:05:13 UTC
As I have not been able to find a Brythonic dictionary or web translator, I've opted to go with Old English (5th to 12th century "English"). The Japanese is Japanese 'cause I feel no need to go digging back to when Japan was still Yamato knowing that I'm not going to find anything and it hasn't really changed much anyways. Translations are at the bottom.
-The Previous Evening-
It had been a long day, and Alfred was more than happy to be home as he pulled into the driveway of his D.C. house. He'd been at his boss' place all day, pouring over clean energy proposals, bills, financial demands, environmental plans, just paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. It all tended to blend together after a while and even with a constant stream of coffee (thank God for intelligent White House interns that kept the espresso machine running) his fatigue became apparent and his boss had sent him home.
Well, it was more of a pointed suggestion, and Alfred had argued at first; after all, he was trying to be responsible! The other countries were finally beginning to take him seriously again, and he really didn't want to let them down. 'A hero has to be prepared,' he'd told his boss. 'Everyone's gotta help now and I have to pull my part like all the others, or I'll never be able to face the generation sixty, a hundred years from now and call myself a hero.'
His boss had just shaken his head, more than used to Alfred's declarations of heroism, and whisked the papers out from under his hands.
"No, you've done more than enough for today. Go home for the weekend. If you really want, I'll send these back home with you, but only this stack. All right?"
Alfred had leaned back with a rueful smile and threw up his hands. "Alright! You win, you win. I'll head home. Say hi to the girls for me, will you?"
Gathering up his paperwork, careful not to let them touch the grease-stained empty McDonalds bag sitting nearby on the desk, he blinked in surprise when his boss dropped a manila envelope before him. Alfred looked at it quizzically and reached to open it. A hand on his wrist stopped him and he glanced up at his boss, who shook his head.
"It's not something that has to be done soon. We've been working on it for a few months now, but it won't go through for another month or two. There's no hurry. Relax for a while; you've been doing more than enough." A smile creased his dark face. "Besides, I believe there's someone waiting for you back at your house."
Alfred's eyes widened. Is it really...? He snagged the papers and folder, shoved them under his arm and went for the door, calling as he left, "Thanks boss! I'll have these back to ya on Monday. See you later!" And with that he was out the door and sprinting down the hallway, dodging aides, interns, and the evening staff as he hustled out to his car.
Upon arrival, he parked his car but didn't bother to get the door key out of his pocket. If what his boss said was true... He walked up the steps at a controlled pace, trying - trying oh so hard - to not bound up to the door and fling it open, possibly off of its hinges. He took the handle, turned it - unlocked, it's unlocked! - and stepped in, stooped to take his shoes off, walked past the kitchen - a tea kettle on the stove, steaming lightly - and paused before the entrance of his living room as a light wayward breeze brought to him a subtle whiff of chrysanthemums and roses. He stepped into the lighted room.
Blossoms For Your Beauty (3a/?)
anonymous
February 28 2010, 08:16:49 UTC
Damned character limits on comments! Grrr... *headdesk*
Two faces turned towards him - moon-pale, sun-bright - and he couldn't keep from shining his brightest, most idiotic, joyful grin at them.
"Hey guys, Long time no see."
Kiku smiled and set his tea bowl - a simple reddish-brown, soft-fired clay cup; plain green tea - on the table, Arthur doing the same - pristine white porcelain cup and saucer; black tea with milk and sugar - placing the copy of that day's newspaper he had been reading on the end table.
"You're home late. I didn't think you stayed this long at work."
Alfred shot Arthur a rueful look as he dropped his stack of papers on the table near the lamp. "Hey! I have lots of work to do, an' you know it! You should be proud that I'm doin' so well." He flopped onto the couch and slid an arm around the older man's shoulders, the Briton curling into his side like a pleased cat. Kiku abandoned his spot on the loveseat to come sit on the couch with them, sitting on Alfred's other side and resting his head upon the American's shoulder. Alfred turned his head and buried his nose in Kiku's hair, inhaling deeply. Chrysanthemums.
He hadn't seen either of them in months, each of them busy with their respective selves, helping to keep government and people happy and running smoothly. It wasn't like a Nation was required to help in governing themselves, but they did it anyway. The downside was that he hadn't met up with Kiku for the past three months, Arthur four, and the last time it had been all three of them together like this… has it really been seven months already? And considering the relatively public setting and short time of their last meetings, all there had been were kisses, soft touches, but nothing more.
The withdrawal was enough to give any healthy young man blue balls, and while Alfred couldn't attest to the youth of his lovers, per se - Jomon Period, 3000 b.c.; southern 'Britannia', 3800 b.c., and those are only approximates… - well, he wasn't complaining, and he had certainly had enough of abstinence over the past seven months.
"Not that I don't enjoy the cuddling, but if you guys make me sit still here any longer I think I'll explode," he remarked casually. "Ow!" A thwap to the back of his head.
"Git." Arthur rolled his eyes as Kiku stifled a giggle. "I'm going to make sure the stove's turned off. Don't wait up for me." And he stood, sauntering off towards the kitchen.
Alfred snaked one arm around Kiku's waist and the other under his knees, heaving them both off the couch. Alfred liked it when Kiku was in traditional dress; it meant he could toy with the obi and front opening while still managing to carry the little Japanese man, but this time he was just in a modern shirt and slacks. Tanned skin shivered as Kiku's breath ghosted along his neck, blowing lightly into his ear as Kiku nibbled delicately at the lobe.
He was lucky; the bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Wedging his foot into the crack, Alfred pushed the door open, letting the light from the hallway illuminate the room enough to guide him to the bed. He placed Kiku gently upon the cotton sheets, the comforter already half-hanging from the bed where he had left it that morning, not bothering to make the bed in his stumbling search for coffee. Reaching down, he started undoing the buttons on Kiku's shirt, one by one, as Kiku reached up to return the favour.
The light dimmed a little; Arthur had walked into the room and closed the door slightly, but not all the way. A band of light striped across the floor, but the only other light was the moonlight coming in through the open blinds. The shirt buttons glinted in the light as Alfred shrugged his, all unbuttoned, to the floor. A callused hand rested on his back and he turned from working at Kiku's fly to meet Arthur's lips, hot and moist and chapped, the kiss all teeth and tongue and soft bites.
Blossoms For Your Beauty (3b/?)
anonymous
February 28 2010, 08:23:33 UTC
Atlantic island met Pacific island as Kiku unbuttoned and unzipped Alfred's pants, Arthur's hands slipping around to meet Kiku's briefly before taking the top of the pants and dragging them down to the floor. His hands stroked the back of Alfred's legs as he rose back up, feeling the young nation - nineteen, some little above four hundred, what does it matter - tremble as he kneaded the muscular thighs with his thumb and the heel of his palm.
Kiku, after kicking his slacks off, scooted back on the bed, taking one of Alfred's arms and pulling him forward onto the soft sheets. Arthur followed, kneeling on the mattress beside where Kiku had drawn Alfred to sit astride him, knees on either side of Kiku's own. The dark-haired man's nimble fingers traced a fluttering path from the sides of Alfred's neck down to his collarbone, dipping down between his pectorals before sweeping across to play with his nipples, tweaking and rolling the nubs to hardness. Alfred moaned, twitching when Arthur swept an open palm across his stomach, dipping one finger into his bellybutton.
A soft laugh sounded at his shoulder and he glanced over to see Arthur, green eyes glinting in the moonlight. He leaned over, almost close enough for their lips to touch. "Speak to me…" he whispered.
Arthur caught the meaning. He took one of Alfred's hands and brought it to his lips. "Swá þu ábíedest, mðdleóf lytling."
Alfred shuddered before crashing their lips together with abandon. Hearing that language - wild and ancient and wholly England's - flow off of his father-brother-lover's tongue sent heat pooling to his groin. He pushed a hand past the hem of Arthur's open shirt, grabbing and fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Arthur shuffled back a little to wriggle out of his half-unzipped pants while Kiku reclaimed Alfred's attention.
"America-san…"
Alfred gasped when Kiku ran his hands down his sides, the touch more than a little ticklish. Settling his weight on Kiku's thighs, he dove down for a kiss, a quick touch of lips, before moving along to his jaw, little nips and licks trailing along until he reached his ear. Nosing aside the thick black hair, Alfred set his lips to the sensitive patch of skin right behind it, alternating feathery kisses and laving with his tongue, blowing warm air across the wetness and sending Kiku shivering in pleasure. He dragged his tongue down, leaving a damp line as he came across and latched his mouth over Kiku's Adam's apple and sucked.
Kiku gasped and curled his hands against Alfred's chest, his knees pressing up into the inside of Alfred's thighs. A low groan escaped Alfred's lips and his forehead dropped to Kiku's smooth chest. It has been far, far too long. A nudging near his arm got his attention, and he took the lube from Arthur's proffered hand. Lifting one leg, he wedged it between Kiku's in an unspoken suggestion. The little Nation acquiesced and spread his legs, allowing the American to settle between his thighs.
Alfred unstoppered the lube, spreading the cool liquid over two fingers. With his clean hand, he took one of Kiku's legs and placed it over his shoulder, reaching over to do the same with the other before pushing one slick finger into the man writhing beneath him, curling the finger and pushing in and out a few times before adding the other, scissoring his fingers. Kiku shuddered at the intrusion.
"Mn, ah…Ame…-a-Alfred, more, more…"
"Shh, shh, I've got you, relax…" Alfred murmured, slicking up a third finger and pressing in, watching the expression on Kiku's face melt into pure want and ecstasy, his normally calm and expressionless façade thrown to the wayside as Alfred's fingers gently plied him open.
Blossoms For Your Beauty (3c/?)
anonymous
February 28 2010, 08:32:39 UTC
The lube slipped from his grasp as Arthur took it; pants and shirt cast to the floor, he hovered behind where Alfred knelt over Kiku. Alfred flinched when he felt the chill lube drip over and into the crease of his ass, Arthur's finger following, slicking from top to bottom before a hand cupped the firm flesh, spreading him open as two fingers slipped inside. Alfred whimpered with need as Arthur added a third finger, pushing back against that hand, those fingers stretching him wide. He could feel the older Nation's warm breath on his back, his voice a low, purring rumble, "Stille, mðdleóf, stille…" before the fingers were withdrawn, a prod at his hips urging him forward.
Alfred forced his eyes to focus, realising from the steam in his vision that he had forgotten to remove Texas. When he reached up to take off his glasses though, another pair of hands were there first, Kiku tenderly slipping them from his face before placing them on the bedstand, his hands returning to grasp at the sheets. He shot Alfred an impatient glance - and you are waiting now, for what? - and Alfred could not decline. He guided himself forward, entering Kiku inch by inch, slowing whenever discomfort showed on the other's exotic features. When he was fully sheathed, he braced himself, and none too soon, as the head of Arthur's cock nudged at his entrance, pushing past the tight ring, filling him until all he could think of was heat, heat, tight heat around him, in him, the pressure nearly unbearable.
Move.
None of them were probably sure who moved first, but someone did, and it set the other two to motion, the snap of Arthur's hips driving into Alfred forcing the young Nation deeper into Kiku's deceptively fragile-looking body. Slim hands, callused from sword and brush, so different and yet so similar to the broad ones holding his own hips, clung and clawed at Alfred's shoulders, scratching deep enough to draw blood. From behind him, he felt Arthur lean forward, bringing back flush with chest as the Englishman drew his tongue along the bloody scrapes, taking the tip of one of Kiku's fingers into his mouth and sucking lightly. He himself quivered at the feel of Arthur lapping at the shallow wounds, even as he took Kiku in hand, spreading the precum leaking from the head down the shaft, squeezing and pumping, flicking his thumb over the slit.
Kiku's head hit the pillow with an audible fwump as he arched upward, pressing into Alfred and mewling over and over, "Eikoku, Beikoku, Eikoku, Beikoku, 英国、米国…"
Arthur's voice was a deeper resonant groan to his back. "Swæs, swæs, swæs lytling, mín God…"
Pushed to the brink, white seared the inside of Alfred's eyelids as he came, Kiku only a few seconds behind him, the Asian Nation's body taut as a bowstring as he came in sticky spurts between them, silent and breathless. A few more thrusts and he felt warmth fill his insides, Arthur calling both their names as he finished, heavy breaths evening as he pulled out of Alfred, giving each lover a caress before slipping out of the bed.
Alfred gave Kiku a soft, slow kiss, smiling at him before separating them as well, laying to the side as Arthur came back with a damp washcloth, sitting on the bed next to Alfred, reaching across him to clean Kiku, wiping his chest and stomach carefully. He then turned his ministrations to Alfred, dabbing his skin clear. Satisfied, he tossed the cloth to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor and gratefully slid under the sheets and comforter, pulled up by Alfred.
They all tucked themselves together, limbs entwined. Alfred lay in the middle, Arthur's arm around his chest, hand brushing Kiku's cheek. Kiku himself snuggled up to Alfred, the larger man's embrace pulling him close. Alfred hummed in sleepy contentment. 'Finally, things are as they should be,' he mused as his eyes drifted shut, blissfully unaware of the tiny life growing rapidly within his body.
mðdleóf lytling - 'beloved little one', (lit. 'dear to the heart' 'little one/young person') - I figure Arthur may have used this in the past as an endearment for colony!Alfred, and it just stuck.
swæs - 'my own', used mostly in reference to the connection that belongs to relationship by blood or by marriage or to dear companionship and so often has the force of (one's) own (intimate special favorite dear beloved)
Re: Blossoms For Your Beauty (3c/?) [Notes]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 05:08:33 UTC
Wow. That's awesome.
And I learned something today too. I didn't know Japan's traditional name for these two, only the modern forms イギリス and アメリカ. Of course considering those are in katakana I suppose I should have known.
Re: Blossoms For Your Beauty (3c/?) [Notes]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 05:39:19 UTC
Thanks so much! ^-^
Considering that the modern/katakana versions are what are used in the anime and just about all of the fanworks, art or fic, it's not all that surprising. I just finished two years of college Japanese, so that's where I heard it, or I may not have known! One of the reasons I liked using those versions for this fic so much is the similarity of pronunciation; an added 'b' is the only difference (Japan 'ships UK-US too? XD).
-The Previous Evening-
It had been a long day, and Alfred was more than happy to be home as he pulled into the driveway of his D.C. house. He'd been at his boss' place all day, pouring over clean energy proposals, bills, financial demands, environmental plans, just paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. It all tended to blend together after a while and even with a constant stream of coffee (thank God for intelligent White House interns that kept the espresso machine running) his fatigue became apparent and his boss had sent him home.
Well, it was more of a pointed suggestion, and Alfred had argued at first; after all, he was trying to be responsible! The other countries were finally beginning to take him seriously again, and he really didn't want to let them down. 'A hero has to be prepared,' he'd told his boss. 'Everyone's gotta help now and I have to pull my part like all the others, or I'll never be able to face the generation sixty, a hundred years from now and call myself a hero.'
His boss had just shaken his head, more than used to Alfred's declarations of heroism, and whisked the papers out from under his hands.
"No, you've done more than enough for today. Go home for the weekend. If you really want, I'll send these back home with you, but only this stack. All right?"
Alfred had leaned back with a rueful smile and threw up his hands. "Alright! You win, you win. I'll head home. Say hi to the girls for me, will you?"
Gathering up his paperwork, careful not to let them touch the grease-stained empty McDonalds bag sitting nearby on the desk, he blinked in surprise when his boss dropped a manila envelope before him. Alfred looked at it quizzically and reached to open it. A hand on his wrist stopped him and he glanced up at his boss, who shook his head.
"It's not something that has to be done soon. We've been working on it for a few months now, but it won't go through for another month or two. There's no hurry. Relax for a while; you've been doing more than enough." A smile creased his dark face. "Besides, I believe there's someone waiting for you back at your house."
Alfred's eyes widened. Is it really...? He snagged the papers and folder, shoved them under his arm and went for the door, calling as he left, "Thanks boss! I'll have these back to ya on Monday. See you later!" And with that he was out the door and sprinting down the hallway, dodging aides, interns, and the evening staff as he hustled out to his car.
Upon arrival, he parked his car but didn't bother to get the door key out of his pocket. If what his boss said was true... He walked up the steps at a controlled pace, trying - trying oh so hard - to not bound up to the door and fling it open, possibly off of its hinges. He took the handle, turned it - unlocked, it's unlocked! - and stepped in, stooped to take his shoes off, walked past the kitchen - a tea kettle on the stove, steaming lightly - and paused before the entrance of his living room as a light wayward breeze brought to him a subtle whiff of chrysanthemums and roses. He stepped into the lighted room.
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Two faces turned towards him - moon-pale, sun-bright - and he couldn't keep from shining his brightest, most idiotic, joyful grin at them.
"Hey guys, Long time no see."
Kiku smiled and set his tea bowl - a simple reddish-brown, soft-fired clay cup; plain green tea - on the table, Arthur doing the same - pristine white porcelain cup and saucer; black tea with milk and sugar - placing the copy of that day's newspaper he had been reading on the end table.
"You're home late. I didn't think you stayed this long at work."
Alfred shot Arthur a rueful look as he dropped his stack of papers on the table near the lamp. "Hey! I have lots of work to do, an' you know it! You should be proud that I'm doin' so well." He flopped onto the couch and slid an arm around the older man's shoulders, the Briton curling into his side like a pleased cat. Kiku abandoned his spot on the loveseat to come sit on the couch with them, sitting on Alfred's other side and resting his head upon the American's shoulder. Alfred turned his head and buried his nose in Kiku's hair, inhaling deeply. Chrysanthemums.
He hadn't seen either of them in months, each of them busy with their respective selves, helping to keep government and people happy and running smoothly. It wasn't like a Nation was required to help in governing themselves, but they did it anyway. The downside was that he hadn't met up with Kiku for the past three months, Arthur four, and the last time it had been all three of them together like this… has it really been seven months already? And considering the relatively public setting and short time of their last meetings, all there had been were kisses, soft touches, but nothing more.
The withdrawal was enough to give any healthy young man blue balls, and while Alfred couldn't attest to the youth of his lovers, per se - Jomon Period, 3000 b.c.; southern 'Britannia', 3800 b.c., and those are only approximates… - well, he wasn't complaining, and he had certainly had enough of abstinence over the past seven months.
"Not that I don't enjoy the cuddling, but if you guys make me sit still here any longer I think I'll explode," he remarked casually. "Ow!" A thwap to the back of his head.
"Git." Arthur rolled his eyes as Kiku stifled a giggle. "I'm going to make sure the stove's turned off. Don't wait up for me." And he stood, sauntering off towards the kitchen.
Alfred snaked one arm around Kiku's waist and the other under his knees, heaving them both off the couch. Alfred liked it when Kiku was in traditional dress; it meant he could toy with the obi and front opening while still managing to carry the little Japanese man, but this time he was just in a modern shirt and slacks. Tanned skin shivered as Kiku's breath ghosted along his neck, blowing lightly into his ear as Kiku nibbled delicately at the lobe.
He was lucky; the bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Wedging his foot into the crack, Alfred pushed the door open, letting the light from the hallway illuminate the room enough to guide him to the bed. He placed Kiku gently upon the cotton sheets, the comforter already half-hanging from the bed where he had left it that morning, not bothering to make the bed in his stumbling search for coffee. Reaching down, he started undoing the buttons on Kiku's shirt, one by one, as Kiku reached up to return the favour.
The light dimmed a little; Arthur had walked into the room and closed the door slightly, but not all the way. A band of light striped across the floor, but the only other light was the moonlight coming in through the open blinds. The shirt buttons glinted in the light as Alfred shrugged his, all unbuttoned, to the floor. A callused hand rested on his back and he turned from working at Kiku's fly to meet Arthur's lips, hot and moist and chapped, the kiss all teeth and tongue and soft bites.
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Kiku, after kicking his slacks off, scooted back on the bed, taking one of Alfred's arms and pulling him forward onto the soft sheets. Arthur followed, kneeling on the mattress beside where Kiku had drawn Alfred to sit astride him, knees on either side of Kiku's own. The dark-haired man's nimble fingers traced a fluttering path from the sides of Alfred's neck down to his collarbone, dipping down between his pectorals before sweeping across to play with his nipples, tweaking and rolling the nubs to hardness. Alfred moaned, twitching when Arthur swept an open palm across his stomach, dipping one finger into his bellybutton.
A soft laugh sounded at his shoulder and he glanced over to see Arthur, green eyes glinting in the moonlight. He leaned over, almost close enough for their lips to touch. "Speak to me…" he whispered.
Arthur caught the meaning. He took one of Alfred's hands and brought it to his lips. "Swá þu ábíedest, mðdleóf lytling."
Alfred shuddered before crashing their lips together with abandon. Hearing that language - wild and ancient and wholly England's - flow off of his father-brother-lover's tongue sent heat pooling to his groin. He pushed a hand past the hem of Arthur's open shirt, grabbing and fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Arthur shuffled back a little to wriggle out of his half-unzipped pants while Kiku reclaimed Alfred's attention.
"America-san…"
Alfred gasped when Kiku ran his hands down his sides, the touch more than a little ticklish. Settling his weight on Kiku's thighs, he dove down for a kiss, a quick touch of lips, before moving along to his jaw, little nips and licks trailing along until he reached his ear. Nosing aside the thick black hair, Alfred set his lips to the sensitive patch of skin right behind it, alternating feathery kisses and laving with his tongue, blowing warm air across the wetness and sending Kiku shivering in pleasure. He dragged his tongue down, leaving a damp line as he came across and latched his mouth over Kiku's Adam's apple and sucked.
Kiku gasped and curled his hands against Alfred's chest, his knees pressing up into the inside of Alfred's thighs. A low groan escaped Alfred's lips and his forehead dropped to Kiku's smooth chest. It has been far, far too long. A nudging near his arm got his attention, and he took the lube from Arthur's proffered hand. Lifting one leg, he wedged it between Kiku's in an unspoken suggestion. The little Nation acquiesced and spread his legs, allowing the American to settle between his thighs.
Alfred unstoppered the lube, spreading the cool liquid over two fingers. With his clean hand, he took one of Kiku's legs and placed it over his shoulder, reaching over to do the same with the other before pushing one slick finger into the man writhing beneath him, curling the finger and pushing in and out a few times before adding the other, scissoring his fingers. Kiku shuddered at the intrusion.
"Mn, ah…Ame…-a-Alfred, more, more…"
"Shh, shh, I've got you, relax…" Alfred murmured, slicking up a third finger and pressing in, watching the expression on Kiku's face melt into pure want and ecstasy, his normally calm and expressionless façade thrown to the wayside as Alfred's fingers gently plied him open.
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Alfred forced his eyes to focus, realising from the steam in his vision that he had forgotten to remove Texas. When he reached up to take off his glasses though, another pair of hands were there first, Kiku tenderly slipping them from his face before placing them on the bedstand, his hands returning to grasp at the sheets. He shot Alfred an impatient glance - and you are waiting now, for what? - and Alfred could not decline. He guided himself forward, entering Kiku inch by inch, slowing whenever discomfort showed on the other's exotic features. When he was fully sheathed, he braced himself, and none too soon, as the head of Arthur's cock nudged at his entrance, pushing past the tight ring, filling him until all he could think of was heat, heat, tight heat around him, in him, the pressure nearly unbearable.
Move.
None of them were probably sure who moved first, but someone did, and it set the other two to motion, the snap of Arthur's hips driving into Alfred forcing the young Nation deeper into Kiku's deceptively fragile-looking body. Slim hands, callused from sword and brush, so different and yet so similar to the broad ones holding his own hips, clung and clawed at Alfred's shoulders, scratching deep enough to draw blood. From behind him, he felt Arthur lean forward, bringing back flush with chest as the Englishman drew his tongue along the bloody scrapes, taking the tip of one of Kiku's fingers into his mouth and sucking lightly. He himself quivered at the feel of Arthur lapping at the shallow wounds, even as he took Kiku in hand, spreading the precum leaking from the head down the shaft, squeezing and pumping, flicking his thumb over the slit.
Kiku's head hit the pillow with an audible fwump as he arched upward, pressing into Alfred and mewling over and over, "Eikoku, Beikoku, Eikoku, Beikoku, 英国、米国…"
Arthur's voice was a deeper resonant groan to his back. "Swæs, swæs, swæs lytling, mín God…"
Pushed to the brink, white seared the inside of Alfred's eyelids as he came, Kiku only a few seconds behind him, the Asian Nation's body taut as a bowstring as he came in sticky spurts between them, silent and breathless. A few more thrusts and he felt warmth fill his insides, Arthur calling both their names as he finished, heavy breaths evening as he pulled out of Alfred, giving each lover a caress before slipping out of the bed.
Alfred gave Kiku a soft, slow kiss, smiling at him before separating them as well, laying to the side as Arthur came back with a damp washcloth, sitting on the bed next to Alfred, reaching across him to clean Kiku, wiping his chest and stomach carefully. He then turned his ministrations to Alfred, dabbing his skin clear. Satisfied, he tossed the cloth to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor and gratefully slid under the sheets and comforter, pulled up by Alfred.
They all tucked themselves together, limbs entwined. Alfred lay in the middle, Arthur's arm around his chest, hand brushing Kiku's cheek. Kiku himself snuggled up to Alfred, the larger man's embrace pulling him close. Alfred hummed in sleepy contentment. 'Finally, things are as they should be,' he mused as his eyes drifted shut, blissfully unaware of the tiny life growing rapidly within his body.
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swá þu ábíedest - 'As you wish.' (lit. 'as' 'you' 'order/proclaim/demand/(wish)')
mðdleóf lytling - 'beloved little one', (lit. 'dear to the heart' 'little one/young person') - I figure Arthur may have used this in the past as an endearment for colony!Alfred, and it just stuck.
stille - 'hush' (lit. 'to still/calm/pacify/appease/hush/assuage', imperative/command)
swæs - 'my own', used mostly in reference to the connection that belongs to relationship by blood or by marriage or to dear companionship and so often has the force of (one's) own (intimate special favorite dear beloved)
mín God - 'my God'
Japanese
Eikoku - 英国 - Great Britain/United Kingdom
Beikoku - 米国 - America/USA
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And I learned something today too. I didn't know Japan's traditional name for these two, only the modern forms イギリス and アメリカ. Of course considering those are in katakana I suppose I should have known.
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Considering that the modern/katakana versions are what are used in the anime and just about all of the fanworks, art or fic, it's not all that surprising. I just finished two years of college Japanese, so that's where I heard it, or I may not have known! One of the reasons I liked using those versions for this fic so much is the similarity of pronunciation; an added 'b' is the only difference (Japan 'ships UK-US too? XD).
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