Re: Houseguest [9/9]
anonymous
October 2 2010, 22:30:05 UTC
The door closed behind him.
America took a rattling breath.
He pulled himself into a seated position. Then, he dragged his knees to his chest and brought the flower to his nose, breathing in its weak scent.
England came back, his boots off, standing at his normal height. “You didn’t put up much of a fight, did you?”
“England!” whined America, “You’re supposed to leave me here longer! So I can marinate in shame and stuff!”
The British man sighed and sat next to him. “Come here, your face is wet.”
“Wet with tears of passion.” America fell into England’s lap. “I’m still shaking. That was really awesome.”
“It sure was. Up.” England gathered America’s limp body into his arms and cuddled it into his chest, wiping salty drops away with the scarf.
America nuzzled into it. “See? You make an amazing Russia! Have faith in yourself!”
“Thank you. Did you like the contacts?”
“Hell yeah. Do you really think my body’s godlike?”
“Well, you’re muscular,” mumbled England, and patted his lover’s back.
“Love you, baby.”
“Love you too,” said England. “What are your plans for today?”
“Let you fuck me-- that’s done-- then pick up my drycleaning.” America picked at the coat. “Speaking of which-- I am not looking forward to getting this done. The people at the usual place keep giving me these dirty looks whenever I bring the Nazi uniform in. This is not going to help.”
“Tell them you run a museum.”
“I guess it’s true, kinda,” America said, laughing a bit.
“Kind of?” scoffed England. “You pulled out bellbottoms and a rotary phone for this. A rotary phone!”
“Don’t complain. It added to the realism.” America’s voice grew soft.
England stroked America’s hair. “Tired?”
“No,” said America, stifling a yawn.
“Do you want to go next door and get some sleep?”
“... Yes.”
“Get up.”
“Help me.”
England slung America’s arms over his shoulders and walked him to the guest room, where they slept for the next two hours.
-- One fewer part than last time! Is that good or bad? All I know is that I'm writing some fluff next. "OTL
Re: Houseguest [9/9]
anonymous
October 3 2010, 02:22:45 UTC
I have to agree with the above-anon...I read this one before the Germany role-play, but they are both SO delicious and wonderful and I'm running out of adjectives.
I think what made both of them, though, was the safe practice that America and England were using. I loved the lights and I loved the endings where they come back together as themselves and have sweet moments.
Re: Houseguest [9/9]
anonymous
October 3 2010, 18:57:02 UTC
Oh dear. I so loved the German roleplay, and now this... I have to say, I simply don't like AmeRu, but this roleplay... Geez. So hot. I wish you could write every kink they could have - I mean, it would be totally funny to write a serie of kinks. Imagine, America pretending he's Canada or FRANCE, and England pretending to be, like, Japan. I'd die of nosebleeding.
Re: Houseguest [Bonus]
anonymous
October 4 2010, 01:41:06 UTC
As fun as it would be to write everything, I don't think I have the time. (But Japan is really, really tempting.)
Have some hastily-written silliness instead!
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CANADA
“Uh, America?”
“Who-- Oh, hey, didn’t see you there.”
“Um, I’ve been hearing rumors....”
“‘Bout what?”
“Your sex life.”
“Oh! Er-- Wait-- Who--?”
“Listen. I won’t stop you, but I’m off limits.”
America opened his mouth to say yes, but then his eyes grew big, and he put his hand to his lips in thought. “Hey, wait....”
Canada sighed in resignation. “Put me on top.”
CHINA
England picked up his chopsticks and positioned them above a pork dumpling.
“I am afraid that your trade policies are unsatisfactory.”
He picked up the dumpling. It slipped through the sticks.
“Are--”
He tried again. It rose another inch before dropping on the plate again.
“Are--”
Again. Plop.
“Do you need a fork, Yao?”
“Stop grinning, Mr. Jones.”
FRANCE
America looked at himself in the mirror, holding the phone between his neck and shoulder.
“Are you wearing the wig?”
“Yeah, but-- I can’t take myself seriously. At all.” He blew a kiss at the mirror and laughed.
“Are you wearing the uniform?”
“I am! It’s not helping! It looks awesome with the wig off, but....”
“Just think Napoleon.”
“I’ll try.” America held a rose to his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at himself. “Bonjour.”
“Maybe if you stopped making stupid expressions at yourself?”
“Yeah, that might be the trick.”
ANCIENT ROME
“Oh god,” said England, “I just realized how expensive this is going to be.”
“You underestimate my Hollywood connections, baby,” said America, winking.
JAPAN
England showed the simple brown package to America. “He said it’s for both of us.”
America shrugged and smiled. “Awesome. Open ‘er up.”
England did so. He took out a beautiful formal black silk kimono, all the necessary accessories (including a white loincloth), and something black and shiny.
“It’s a wig,” said America, modeling it on his hand. “And there’s a note.”
It read: “Please consider this my permission. Have fun.”
The two stared at each other for a moment.
America spoke first. “Okay, how does everyone know what we do in the bedroom? And how do you thank someone for something like this?”
“I have no clue.” England stroked the smooth black fabric. “But it would be a shame to waste this opportunity.”
America took a rattling breath.
He pulled himself into a seated position. Then, he dragged his knees to his chest and brought the flower to his nose, breathing in its weak scent.
England came back, his boots off, standing at his normal height. “You didn’t put up much of a fight, did you?”
“England!” whined America, “You’re supposed to leave me here longer! So I can marinate in shame and stuff!”
The British man sighed and sat next to him. “Come here, your face is wet.”
“Wet with tears of passion.” America fell into England’s lap. “I’m still shaking. That was really awesome.”
“It sure was. Up.” England gathered America’s limp body into his arms and cuddled it into his chest, wiping salty drops away with the scarf.
America nuzzled into it. “See? You make an amazing Russia! Have faith in yourself!”
“Thank you. Did you like the contacts?”
“Hell yeah. Do you really think my body’s godlike?”
“Well, you’re muscular,” mumbled England, and patted his lover’s back.
“Love you, baby.”
“Love you too,” said England. “What are your plans for today?”
“Let you fuck me-- that’s done-- then pick up my drycleaning.” America picked at the coat. “Speaking of which-- I am not looking forward to getting this done. The people at the usual place keep giving me these dirty looks whenever I bring the Nazi uniform in. This is not going to help.”
“Tell them you run a museum.”
“I guess it’s true, kinda,” America said, laughing a bit.
“Kind of?” scoffed England. “You pulled out bellbottoms and a rotary phone for this. A rotary phone!”
“Don’t complain. It added to the realism.” America’s voice grew soft.
England stroked America’s hair. “Tired?”
“No,” said America, stifling a yawn.
“Do you want to go next door and get some sleep?”
“... Yes.”
“Get up.”
“Help me.”
England slung America’s arms over his shoulders and walked him to the guest room, where they slept for the next two hours.
--
One fewer part than last time! Is that good or bad? All I know is that I'm writing some fluff next. "OTL
I hope you enjoyed!
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I think what made both of them, though, was the safe practice that America and England were using. I loved the lights and I loved the endings where they come back together as themselves and have sweet moments.
<3 <3 <3 Endless love.
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Endless love right back at ya. <3 <3 <3
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Have some hastily-written silliness instead!
--
CANADA
“Uh, America?”
“Who-- Oh, hey, didn’t see you there.”
“Um, I’ve been hearing rumors....”
“‘Bout what?”
“Your sex life.”
“Oh! Er-- Wait-- Who--?”
“Listen. I won’t stop you, but I’m off limits.”
America opened his mouth to say yes, but then his eyes grew big, and he put his hand to his lips in thought. “Hey, wait....”
Canada sighed in resignation. “Put me on top.”
CHINA
England picked up his chopsticks and positioned them above a pork dumpling.
“I am afraid that your trade policies are unsatisfactory.”
He picked up the dumpling. It slipped through the sticks.
“Are--”
He tried again. It rose another inch before dropping on the plate again.
“Are--”
Again. Plop.
“Do you need a fork, Yao?”
“Stop grinning, Mr. Jones.”
FRANCE
America looked at himself in the mirror, holding the phone between his neck and shoulder.
“Are you wearing the wig?”
“Yeah, but-- I can’t take myself seriously. At all.” He blew a kiss at the mirror and laughed.
“Are you wearing the uniform?”
“I am! It’s not helping! It looks awesome with the wig off, but....”
“Just think Napoleon.”
“I’ll try.” America held a rose to his lips and wiggled his eyebrows at himself. “Bonjour.”
“Maybe if you stopped making stupid expressions at yourself?”
“Yeah, that might be the trick.”
ANCIENT ROME
“Oh god,” said England, “I just realized how expensive this is going to be.”
“You underestimate my Hollywood connections, baby,” said America, winking.
JAPAN
England showed the simple brown package to America. “He said it’s for both of us.”
America shrugged and smiled. “Awesome. Open ‘er up.”
England did so. He took out a beautiful formal black silk kimono, all the necessary accessories (including a white loincloth), and something black and shiny.
“It’s a wig,” said America, modeling it on his hand. “And there’s a note.”
It read: “Please consider this my permission. Have fun.”
The two stared at each other for a moment.
America spoke first. “Okay, how does everyone know what we do in the bedroom? And how do you thank someone for something like this?”
“I have no clue.” England stroked the smooth black fabric. “But it would be a shame to waste this opportunity.”
ITALY
“Hey, Italy....” said America.
Germany stepped between them. “No.”
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omg...
Germany protecting Italy's virtue...
I...I love you~
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<3 <3 <3
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(You have to admit-- out of all the countries that aren't France, Japan is most likely to approve. ;P
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I'm glad you like it!
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YES. This is the best captcha in a while.
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Pfff, the part about France is totally absolutely my favouriteXD. If you're gonna write anything else, please please write this oneXD
Hahaha, Ancient Rome!XDXDXD (it'd be America, am I rite?)
Japan-. JAPAN. You rock, babyXD
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^Seconded!
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As fun as France!America would be to write, I'm not sure I have time what with college piling down on me. 8D;; (It's so so tempting, though.)
Of course America is Rome! He's the one with the godlike physique, after all. ;P
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