A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:25:48 UTC
America's arms circled his back, and only as he broke the connections was England aware that they'd still been holding hands. They laid there for a bit, simply enjoying the feel of other's bodies in the afterglow. A noise outside brought England back to reality, that they were laying on a dingy, sweat-soaked mat, they were in the middle of a war, and the other Allies could easily walk in on them at any moment, never mind that they were all supposed to be busy right then. He considered his words carefully, as America liked for cuddle for as long as possible (as he'd recently learned, much to his everlasting delight). England gave him a quick buss as America nuzzled his face.
"We need to get dressed. Don't want the others walking in on us, especially that bloody frog-"
"-or Russia," America squeaked as he abruptly sat up, dropping England to the mat. He was about to start scrambling for his clothes when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to look at England, who just blinked at him with limpid green eyes. America paused, and with a small smile, leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow.
When they drew back to breathe, America propped his forehead on England's.
"I love you," America murmured.
England flushed and averted his eyes. "...love you too, git."
*~*
The sight of the two of them, climaxing so close together, was more than enough to send Japan over the edge. He panted, barely keeping himself balanced on the branch. He wiped his hand on his shirt (he'll change and wash his clothes before giving his report to Germany), then wiped his face clean of the blood that dripped from his nose. After he deemed himself sufficiently clean and decent once more, he shifted (rustling rather loudly, but the two Allies appeared not to have heard) and began climbing down from the tree. Once he finished noting everything he had just seen (complete with drawings) in his personal, private notebook, he would give his report to Germany.
*~*
Epilogue: after witnessing many more such unions, Japan was finally able to get a hand on stopping the nosebleeds, which made spying and clandestine videotaping much, much easier.
*~*
Note: -During World War II, a variety of petroleum jelly called dark red veterinary petroleum jelly was often included in life raft survival kits. Acting as a sunscreen, it provides protection against ultraviolet rays. (copy pasta’d from Wikipedia) Which explains the comment about the kits, yeah?
I totally wasn’t going to do any research on this, but then I read up on stuff that only peripherally had to do with this fill because apparently I just had to know. There are probably inaccuracies in this, but hopefully it’s vague enough for you gentle readers to ignore it. XD
Sorry for the jump in POV halfway through the smut. Dunno, it just sorta...wrote itself like that. The rest of the POV changes should be pretty clear. Also, I really really really hate that Word and LJ give me completely different character counts. -_-
I know what a great fic reads like, and this wasn't it, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh god, I don't care what you want, I'll draw it. No seriously, I never thought this would be filled, I usually just surf the fill index.
Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
Re: A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 27 2010, 02:39:46 UTC
Whoa, this is totally hot, authanon. I think I have a think for UKUS -- or just America bottoming, as I find FrUs ridiculously hot as well. My country tis of thee, take it up the ass under a tree indeed.
"We need to get dressed. Don't want the others walking in on us, especially that bloody frog-"
"-or Russia," America squeaked as he abruptly sat up, dropping England to the mat. He was about to start scrambling for his clothes when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to look at England, who just blinked at him with limpid green eyes. America paused, and with a small smile, leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow.
When they drew back to breathe, America propped his forehead on England's.
"I love you," America murmured.
England flushed and averted his eyes. "...love you too, git."
*~*
The sight of the two of them, climaxing so close together, was more than enough to send Japan over the edge. He panted, barely keeping himself balanced on the branch. He wiped his hand on his shirt (he'll change and wash his clothes before giving his report to Germany), then wiped his face clean of the blood that dripped from his nose. After he deemed himself sufficiently clean and decent once more, he shifted (rustling rather loudly, but the two Allies appeared not to have heard) and began climbing down from the tree. Once he finished noting everything he had just seen (complete with drawings) in his personal, private notebook, he would give his report to Germany.
*~*
Epilogue: after witnessing many more such unions, Japan was finally able to get a hand on stopping the nosebleeds, which made spying and clandestine videotaping much, much easier.
*~*
Note:
-During World War II, a variety of petroleum jelly called dark red veterinary petroleum jelly was often included in life raft survival kits. Acting as a sunscreen, it provides protection against ultraviolet rays. (copy pasta’d from Wikipedia) Which explains the comment about the kits, yeah?
I totally wasn’t going to do any research on this, but then I read up on stuff that only peripherally had to do with this fill because apparently I just had to know. There are probably inaccuracies in this, but hopefully it’s vague enough for you gentle readers to ignore it. XD
Sorry for the jump in POV halfway through the smut. Dunno, it just sorta...wrote itself like that. The rest of the POV changes should be pretty clear. Also, I really really really hate that Word and LJ give me completely different character counts. -_-
I know what a great fic reads like, and this wasn't it, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
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Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
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So this artfag will draw something for it tomorrow and post it in this thread.
I really liked the idea of the metronome pace, and how posh England feels in the whole story. Seriously, thank you so much writernon.
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God that was... wow, insanely hot. I don't know, just... wow. I love seme!UK and uke!US so this made it even better.
But the way you described all the pushups... Man, Alfred your strength is hot. I loved all of this!
I am getting rambly. I'll shut up now.
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Oh. And. Dogtags. *drool*
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