Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 2/?
anonymous
October 10 2010, 18:51:33 UTC
“You didn’t mind when I was telling you what happened in autumn.” “Yeah… hot girl, large tracts of land. You… not so much.” He smoothed the knit skirt, shifting on the large chair, the lolipop sliding out of his mouth again with a pop. “Y’know if all you want is a douchebag with a monster cock, I hear Ivan and Yao are on the outs.”
Canada groaned and buried his face in his hands while Poland looked at Austria innocently. “What?” “There’s not a whole lot to tell,” he said at last with a sigh. “I mean we go out and when we’re done we have sex . Sometimes we see a movie or a hockey game. Sometimes we go to the batting cages.” He smiled remembering this past summer when they rented the house in New Jersey and spent the weekend at the beach. “We had a great time at Seaside this year. The weather was perfect, we’d gotten ice cream and some kids joined me in burying Al up to his neck in the sand. The taffy was great, and Al put a whole bunch of it in his mouth when I dared him and… why are you looking at me like that?”
The two of them were both blatantly staring at him, and Austria sighed. “So… did you guys even fuck?” Poland asked bluntly. “O-of course we did! I mean I just thought you wanted to hear about the best part of the trip and… oh my god…” He almost dropped the soda he was holding. “Did I really just call taffy the best part of the trip?” His voice rose an octave at that, his eyes were comically wide. “Oh my god…” “Hmm, and not counting this last time, how about the last time you went out with him as a woman?” Austria sipped his tea as he pressed on. Poland shot Canada a concerned glance. “Maybe we should give him a moment.” Austria set the cup down, sat back with his arms crossed and looked at him coolly. “No, I think there’s a point that needs to be driven home. Matthew, if you will, answer the question.”
Canada thought back; it wasn’t that long ago, really. “Well, we actually went to Seaside again. Al said he wanted to see what I’d look like in a bathing suit. It was humiliating,” Canada grumbled. “He talked me into this red and white thing that you could see through when it was wet. Someone hid our clothes and I don’t know how he talked me into it but we had sex under the pier after that… and against the pier… and he was trying to get me to it on the towel but with the sand and... ohmygod…” His voice was little more than a squeak when the house phone rang. Oh god Al was right. I’m a total loser. I’m a fucking girl. I’m turning into a girl! Ohmygod no wonder he doesn’t see me as a guy.... He’s left me for… for me ohmygodwhendidthisstarthappening?! Poland looked at him about to completely meltdown and got up taking a seat next to him. “Okay, deep breath, Matt. Breathe.” He put an arm around Canada’s shoulders watching as the other leaned forward, hands between his legs hyperventilating. “Roderich? A little help here?”
“I told you that phone is for work purposes. No, slaking your primitive lusts does not constitute an emergency.” Austria was on the phone looking almost bored as he spoke to who was clearly Prussia. “You know we’re watching the finals of the World’s Strongest Man... Hen party? How long were you practicing that one in front of the mirror?” Overhearing Austria’s side of the conversation, Canada’s eyes wildly darted back and forth between the two of them panicked. Prussia too?! He looked at them and suddenly seemed to realize that his two best friends were a crossdresser and a man in a fucking cravat. Canada keened as he rocked back and forth. “OhmygodI’mafuckinggirl...” “No, Wildauer is out. And Trimpl finished last in his heat as a matter of fact. Oh Pudzianowski’s been a treat to watch. Yes, quite strong,” he let the excitement creep into his voice just enough. “Of course I can’t imagine what such a man could do if... Oh you’re going to be joining Ludwig at the gym after all?” The smile was small as he prepared to hang up. “Oh yes... yes you’ll just have to do that won’t you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something important to attend to... You’re a disgusting pig and I don’t know why I even kiss you with a mouth like that...” He seemed at a loss for words processing the response. Well I suppose that would be one reason. “...Goodbye Gilbert.”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 3/?
anonymous
October 10 2010, 18:55:14 UTC
He sighed and paused the DVR. “Matthew.” Canada had swatted Poland away, standing up looking absolutely frantic. “I can’t believe this. This can’t be happening.” He was pacing the room and Austria raised an eyebrow at Poland who held his hands up. “I didn’t say a word. He just like started freaking out when he heard you talking to that washed up loser you’re sleeping with.” Austria glared and Poland popped the chocolate vanilla sucker back in his mouth. “Hey, I just call it like I see it.” “Matthew,” Austria started again, finally walking over and grabbing him by the shoulders. “Focus. Breathe. You’re going to have to calm down.”
“You’re wearing a cravat. He’s wearing a skirt.” “Matthew-” “I’m watching sweaty men lifting heavy things over their heads and I’m making tea and we’re gossiping like fucking sex in the city-” “Matthew-” he raised his voice and when Canada finally cried out “ohmygodAlwasright!” he decided to take drastic measures. Austria slapped him. Canada swallowed, eyes coming back into focus, whispering terrified, “Al was right, Roderich.” “No, Alfred is most certainly not right.” “Amen to that,” Poland chimed in but raised his hand continuing. “No, like seriously, Matt. Being a guy has like nothing to do with what you wear or what you eat or all that superficial junk.” He tapped the side of his head. “It’s your identity. It’s up in here and you can’t just like turn it off cause America zapped you with some weird techno junk and gave you boobs. I should so kick his ass one of these days. You are so much cooler than he is you do not even know.”
“Exactly,” Austria affirmed and Canada seemed to have visibly relaxed. “Your gender has nothing to do with how you behave or how you appear, it’s what you know yourself to be. People wouldn’t seek gender reassignment if it was something as simple as a physical body or a set of clothes, Matthew. You’re a man, right? Forget whatever nonsense Alfred was spouting, clearly he wasn’t thinking with the proper portion of his anatomy and answer me honestly.” Canada blinked, still trying to take in what was coming at him from all sides, still smarting from America’s thoughtless proposal back in the fall. But thinking about the question, thinking about who he was and what he felt inside...
“Of course!” he didn’t even have to think twice about it, looking down slightly at Austria as he spoke. The color had come back to his face as he nodded, feeling more himself, more sure of himself than he had in the last few months. Dammit, why’d I let this get so far. Why the hell did I ever start doubting myself? “Yes... Yes dammit! I am!” He nodded again and stood up straighter. “And I’m not uptight! And I am too, fun!” Poland applauded from the couch and Austria smiled. Canada raised a fist in the air not feeling even the least bit ridiculous. “And I am sexy! And... and I am not the poor man’s America!” “Who are you, Matt?!” “I’m Canada, dammit! And I’m going to teach Al a lesson he’ll never forget!”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 3/?
anonymous
October 10 2010, 23:52:54 UTC
I think you're doing a brilliant job about gender issues, identity and crisis about them both, but you lost me at some awesome point about Poland and Austria watching weightlifting together like they do this all the time, drinking tea, and gossiping. And then Prussia calls Austria his boyfriend and they have the most amusing conversation in the history of cells. I don't even like AusPru, goamn you and your great powers... and Russia and China have a big dick, hehe *childish anon is childish*
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 3/?
anonymous
October 11 2010, 00:11:32 UTC
“Amen to that,” Poland chimed in but raised his hand continuing. “No, like seriously, Matt. Being a guy has like nothing to do with what you wear or what you eat or all that superficial junk.” He tapped the side of his head. “It’s your identity." Just so you know, I think this is one of the best Poland lines I've ever seen in a fic. He's like the poster-child for knowing who he is and not caring what anyone else thinks.
I'm really looking forward to this sequel. I like this idea of Canada with other nations and then with a girl America. =D
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 3/?
anonymous
October 12 2010, 05:10:39 UTC
I've always thought that Austria & Canada would make good friends, but this is made of awesome. XD I now have ideas involving Austria as a master of manipulating Gilbert into whatever Austria wants him to do, and it's so very entertaining. lol Canada's self peptalk. X)
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 4/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 06:25:17 UTC
Thank you everyone for your wonderful comments! I’m glad you’re enjoying the story and hope it lives up to expectations. I think these next few parts flesh out the pairings pretty well; England/Canada, Russia/Canada, and Prussia&Germany/Canada. But, be on the lookout for a few surprises sneaking in as well. Also, if anyone ever has suggestions or criticisms, I’m always open to them.
Zydrunas Savickas had ended up winning that year. America normally didn’t pay it any mind; he preferred to simply read the results when the competition was over. This year, however, with Canada still not returning his calls or his texts, he’d turned in curios to see just what his brother found so damn interesting about a bunch of guys lifting heavy shit over their heads. It was about as boring as he thought it’d be, but sitting home alone it gave him an excuse to sit in front of the TV with a Chicago deep dish and stew. Stupid gossip got around fast, he and Canada were fighting and everyone he usually would turn to for a quick fuck wasn’t speaking to him. Manipulative little jerk, like he was the bad guy here!
Really, I just said what everyone else already thinks, Mattie. Why else do you think Gilbert hits on you all the time? Here’s a hint, it’s not just to piss off Roderich. How can you call yourself a guy when you don’t even have the balls to stand up for yourself? God, when we first got together you were incredible; it must’ve been the pot ‘cause before the seventies were even over you got dull as dirt. And he knew Canada had to be lying about all the nations he’d slept with. Once upon a time he might’ve believed him, but the way his brother shuffled around slumped over dressed like some loser skater not even being noticed he’d bet money it was a load of crap. If Canada didn’t want him to keep seeing other people he should’ve just told him he didn’t need to make a bunch of ridiculous crap up.
Hell, he wished Canada had told him a lot of things. If he didn’t like changing into a girl he should’ve said so; but as it was he was spending more time as a woman anyway so he must’ve liked being one better. And if he didn’t want America to fall in love with his female self he never should’ve… God I miss her, he thought wishing his brother would stop being so damn stubborn already. Or was Canada looking at other options? Fuck, a woman like that could have her damn pick of any of the nations, friendly foreign relations between their people or not. Is she sleeping with Arthur? Francis? Dammit, Mattie, why don’t you just tell me if you want them? Fucking talk to me so we can work this out. I mean I still love you, you’re my brother and I still like being bros and all but…
He stopped, realizing he was already at the door of the conference room. The building today was strangely empty but it didn’t surprise him. England let him know that this emergency meeting was of the highest security and only a handful of them at the greatest risk of a terrorist attack even knew about it. Hell, America wasn’t even sure who else was going to be there. He’d only had a few hours to charter a flight- he was still dressed in his jeans and a sweatshirt! But that was probably for the best. He’d taken Canada’s rejection hard and hadn’t felt nearly as inspired to hit the gym. Poking at his soft stomach he shuddered and prayed no one would notice the few- he hadn’t stepped on the scale but he was going with the word “few”- extra pounds.
The silence was almost eerie as he turned the knob. He had a brief flash of some freaky porno of Japan’s that he had watched a week earlier and swallowed. Some poor schmuck had been lured into a conference room just like this one only to end up getting gang banged. It was totally hot, but that was when it was happening to someone else, not him... come to think of it that guy looked an awful lot like him too. Don’t be ridiculous... crap like that only happens in porn not in real life. Still, his expression was wary as he entered the room. Maybe I should’ve come armed after all.
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 5a/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 06:29:45 UTC
What greeted him of course was nothing nearly so exciting. The long tables of the conference room stretched out facing front where the projection screen and whiteboard were. Only the front row was occupied, however that was to be expected since England had told him the meeting was only amongst those that were part of the MI5 intelligence brief. England was busy scribbling notes in the ancient leather day planner (It still looked like a handbag to America) he was fond of carrying. Next to him were both Germany, Prussia, and Austria. That was curious, but he knew Germany had its fair share of tensions. Poland and Russia too? Jesus, how big is this conspiracy? He was surprised Spain wasn’t present, but perhaps things had settled down. He was concerned when he saw Canada sitting there. Were they targeting his brother too?
“Well, since the hero is here, I guess we can finally get started right?” He clapped his hands together looking excited pretending he didn’t notice the look of disbelief on everyone’s faces at his slight weight gain. No, no they were probably admiring his totally awesome sweatshirt… UF had seriously rocked it this season. He didn’t see Canada staring down at his palm pilot somewhat nervously. “We’re still waiting for a few more to arrive, Al. But you can sit down… Uhh… anyone have to go to the bathroom?” He looked about ready to throw up and Austria put a hand on his shoulder and whispered “breathe”. America looked at them for a moment but shrugged and didn’t think too much about it. Hah! Just realizing what you lost, is that it, Mattie? Yeah, he still had it. A few pounds didn’t make that much difference; he’d have to talk to Japan about another diet some other time.
He hardly paid anyone any mind as he walked further into the room, still somewhat caught up in his own thoughts. Yawning, America walked down the center aisle to take his seat, pausing only when his eyes rested upon the craziest fucking thing in the back of the room. How the hell did I miss that? He blinked stupidly, hand still resting on the back of his chair as he goggled at the manacles that seemed to be coming out of the brick. “Uh… hey guys?” He had a weird flash to that freaky gangbang porno again and swallowed. “Am I seeing things or is that-” He yelped when something sharp pierced his neck. “Hey, What the hell?!” He pulled the small dart staring at it stupidly before looking up at the lot of them. The room was already starting to sway. Holy fucking shit I’ve been rohypnol’ed! was his last thought before he blacked out.
Canada was the first to stand up looking even more nervous if that was possible. He looked at Poland who seemed far too gleeful holding the tranquilizer gun. “Jesus, what’s in that?” He’d expected America to make a mad dash for the door or something but instead he dropped almost instantly. Poland put the gun back into his favorite Louis Vuitton handbag smugly. “Only enough animal tranq to drop like an elephant.” Canada stared at him looking mildly horrified. “Matt, you know these things don’t affect us nearly as strongly as humans and it would be a total disaster if he freaked out like a wild animal.” Austria stood up, readjusting his cravat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine Matthew. Ivan is he?...” He looked at Russia who had managed to catch America with an uncanny speed. He smiled, pulling the other’s face with a childish sadism. “He’s out,” Russia chirped, stretching his cheek painfully to illustrate the point. “So let’s set him up, yes?”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 5b/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 06:32:40 UTC
America was definitely heavier than he looked, though he looked noticeably heavier than he did some months ago. At least that was what Russia had said as he hefted him over one shoulder like a sack of rice and carried him to the back. Germany assisted him in setting him up knowing time was of the essence. Austria directed them both, ever the consummate maestro and Canada sighed feeling guilty as hell. “Okay, so maybe a phone call would’ve been better. Maybe we should call this off and talk or-” “Are you mad?!” England exclaimed and coughed somewhat uncomfortably as Canada looked at him. “That is... ah... whatever he’s going through, lad, just remember the git brought it on himself,” England clapped him on the arm, his gaze a little too excited, but the butterflies were churning too much in his stomach for him to notice.
“If you really don’t want to do this Matthew, we can-” “He’s doing it,” Austria said, arms folded, expressing brooking no argument. He looked at Canada sympathetically. “Matthew. At this point I don’t think words are what you need. I think Alfred needs to realize that you are just as desirable now as you were back when the two of you met. Whatever you’d aroused in him that night in October as your female self, you’re more than capable of doing as a male. I think your own ego needs fulfillment, and I don’t think you’re going to get anywhere until you both see if with your own eyes.” “Specs here also wants to beat off to me an West plowing that cute ass of yours.” “Brother-“ Germany started. “I desire nothing of the sort,” Austria cut in with a huff looking away with a faint color to his cheeks.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Roderich?” Canada asked in earnest ignoring Prussia’s remark entirely. “I mean I know you’re in a relationship and I appreciate that you’re willing to put aside any jealous feelings that you might have to help me but I don’t want this to come between you.” “Are you shitting me, kid?” Prussia said erupting into raucous laughter which only grew louder at Canada’s confused expression. He looked at Austria mischievously. “So, princess should I tell him, all about your dirty little pillow talk saying how you couldn’t wait to see little Mattie’s hole- Christ!” Austria had elbowed him hard in the gut without so much as batting an eye or even glancing in his direction. Alright, so maybe this isn’t the noble sacrifice he said it was… Prussia doubled over with a wheeze of “was that supposed to hurt?” Standing next to America, Germany snorted. “You brought that on yourself, brother.”
He looked over to England while he started to reset his watch. “I’ve blocked in fifteen minutes, Arthur, is that going to work?” England looked up indignantly from his appointment book, still not having moved from his seat and his tea. “Fifteen minutes?!” “Heusuallyonlyneedstenoncehegetsgoing,” Canada mumbled under his breath as he leaned back against the wall waiting for America to wake up. “Are you really going to standing there with a bleeding stopwatch and time it?!” England demanded getting to his feet angrily. “We only have the building reserved for the next few hours, Arthur, and I would imagine that Matthew and Alfred are going to want to be alone after… after we’re finished.” He still had trouble putting words to exactly what they were going to be doing.
Austria looked over at Poland calmly as England attempted to wrestle the PDA from Germany and pencil in a larger block of time. “Do you know when he’ll be conscious, Feliks?” Poland looked up from where he’d been setting up a tripod and camcorder from the far end of the room as part of Hungary’s early birthday present. “Should be like a few more minutes I guess. Hey, Matt, you brought that phaser thingy, right?” Canada nodded and dug into the large pockets of the red and white hoodie. “Yeah… I don’t know about that part though. I mean he’s already gonna be mad.” Canada looked over at his prone brother shackled to the wall, supported only by Russia who was having entirely too much fun making faces with him.
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 6a/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 06:39:24 UTC
“Matthew, Alfred needs to realize that your physical shape has no bearing on your identifying as a male. The best way for him to realize that is by experiencing the same thing that you do. Knowing him, I’m sure if you merely suggested it he’d refuse.” “Already has,” Canada answered with a sigh. “Said it was too ‘gay’.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah ‘cause taking it up the poop chute from your twin brother is totally hetero,” Poland said as he turned the recording on. “And on that note I’m like seriously outta here. Give me the tape when you’re done, Matt?” Canada nodded and Poland walked to the door sticking his head out. “Hey, wasn’t Francis supposed to come too?” he asked looking both ways down the empty hall. Canada frowned. “He said that he wasn’t going to “partake in this primitive mockery of sexual psychology”.” And as he recalled, that was when Austria had grabbed the phone and the entire conversation dissolved into a series of successively nasty yet somehow still cultured insults and insinuations.
“Well, the hell with the frog!” England chimed in playing keep away with Germany’s PDA. “Roderich here’s the bonafide psychological expert, not that wine guzzling derelict. Just let Alfred stew a little watching you, give him a good shag, duke it out if you have to, and bob’s your uncle he finally gets it.” “That’s a gross oversimplification,” Austria replied mildly going to take a comfortable seat near the camera as Poland finally made his exit. “You did not just give yourself an entire two hours!” Germany exclaimed finally seizing the device. “I want two also!” Russia called out stepping back as America seemed to start standing under his own power. “Hey West,” Prussia added seeming to have finally recovered, “You better give us at least four,” Austria snorted, “Cause we’re gonna tear that ass up.”
Several things happened in that moment. Prussia slapped Canada’s ass and in turn Austria got out of his seat and went to deliver another elbow. Prepared this time, Prussia grabbed his lover’s arm with a grin and whispered, “Does bitch want me to spank his ass right here in front of everyone?” Germany called for order and Canada jumped back and into England sending the both of them to the floor. More importantly however, America finally came to and took in the scene -eerily grinning Russia next to him especially- with wide eyes and drew his own insane conclusion.
“Ohmygod You really are all gonna rape me!” America shrieked pulling furiously at the manacles. “I’m too pretty to get the prison bitch treatment!” England looked up annoyed as he disentangled from a profusely apologizing Canada and stood up. “You!? Why on earth would anyone want to bugger your fat arse?!” “It’s not fat, it’s winter weight!” America shouted back hotly. “It is if you’re a bleeding polar bear!” “Guys?” Canada tried to interrupt feeling as if this entire plan was spiraling out of control as America and England continued to scream at each other. He also watched America straining and pulling at the chains thankful the thing was rated for a herd of fucking bison.
“It’s just more cushion for the pushin’ you limey asshole!” “Don’t flatter yourself you-” “Enough!” Germany’s bellow cut through the entire scene and Canada was never more thankful that he’d invited him. “Matthew, kindly explain to your brother why we’re all gathered here. We don’t have this conference room forever and every moment the lot of you spend bickering, I’m docking it from your time! No one has two hours, everyone has twenty minutes! The average worldwide duration for human intercourse is five minutes so I don’t want to hear any complaints! I will be timing it and if anyone goes over I will not hesitate to- What are you doing?!” Austria, having soothed Prussia's ruffled feathers, had deftly swiped the PDA with an ease that would make the most skilled pickpocket envious. He dropped the device on the ground and then wordlessly stomped it into pieces. “Are you crazy?!” Germany yelled and ignoring his red face and hyperventilating, Austria merely bowed out. “Matthew, kindly tell Alfred why we’re here today.”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 6b/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 06:41:17 UTC
Canada had been staring dumbly as Germany desperately scrambled to salvage the device, and he almost missed Austria speaking. He blinked, and looked at America struggling and staring at them al nervously and couldn’t help but feel angry. You really think this is all about you, don’t you? You’re standing there in a ratty sweatshirt and baggy jeans to hide the fact that your fucking weight yoyo’d again up to god only knows what and you still think we’re here for you?! You miserable, clueless, self centered asshole! I can’t believe I’ve been feeling guilty about this. I can’t believe I was feeling sorry for you. Fuck Francis, he has no idea what it’s gonna take to get a clue through that thick skull of yours... But I do.
Eyes narrowing for just a moment, Canada still smiled cheerfully- far too cheerfully, but America was silent as he approached. “Don’t worry, Al, no one’s here to do anything to you.” America hardly relaxed but he was definitely more curious now as he watched his brother stop in front of him. “In fact, Al... they’re all here for me.” “For you?” He parroted back dumbly. What the hell is going on, Mattie? Are you in on this... whatever the hell this is? What about the meeting? Oh duh, yeah obviously there’s no meeting... “Yeah, Al,” he said keeping that cheerful smile on his face as he walked over to England. “See... you seem to have this funny idea that I’m... what did you say?... that I’m uptight?... that I’m useless as a guy? That I’m not sexy enough for you?” Canada mentally readied himself as he discreetly tapped England on the arm signaling the start. He turned away from America and focused his attention on England fighting down the butterflies.
He licked his lips nervously, steeling himself. Alright Matthew, showtime... you’re doing this to get Al back, dammit... you can do this. Roderich’s here for moral support... They’ll stop if it gets to be too much... America’s protest died on his lips when Canada spoke, his soft voice barely above a whisper in the large conference room . “Al’s being mean to me, Daddy...” he complained almost identically to the way he did when they were young. Except now he stood over England and his intentions were far from innocent. “He says I’m better off being a girl.” England’s reached up with a smile just a step above a leer, his hand resting on the back of Canada’s neck. Canada had always been fascinated by England’s hands. He remembered them as a child seeming so large and strong, and yet his fingers were long, slender, and looked so refined even when he was bandaging up America’s numerous scrapes and cuts. His palms were broad, slightly rough, and so terribly manly, and Canada could feel him now lightly tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck to tease him. Okay, so maybe he could do this after all. “How many times must I tell you, Matthew, not to pay any attention when he bangs on like that. Here now, let daddy show you just how wrong Alfred is.”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 6b/?
anonymous
October 13 2010, 13:36:01 UTC
The end. It killed me. In the best possible way *swoons* I may have a daddy!England kink
You're also doing a tremendous job with America's self-centeredness. And I can't wait to see how Femerica will look here, and how Russia will be involved in all this ^^
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 7/?
anonymous
October 15 2010, 04:42:24 UTC
Ignore the misposted part 7...
I’m glad people are enjoying. All I have to say for this next part is, remember the warning in the beginning ;) As far as de-anoning, I have de-anoned the first part with a bit of clean up so I’ll definitely be doing this one as well. It’s tricky getting into everyone’s head but I hope it keeps working out. as far as fem!America I have a very concrete idea for this fill that fits one of my as of yet unwritten kinks quite nicely.
The comment seemed to jar America from whatever shocked stupor he was in and he blinked a few times taking in the sight of his brother about to be kissed by England. So that’s your game is it, you little prick? Tie me up here and try to get a rise out of me? You passive aggressive little fucker, you dragged me out here for this? That’s… that’s low Mattie. Are you that desperate to prove your stupid point? Well… well if you think I’m gonna freak out just cause you and eyebrows rehearsed a little makeout scene you can think twice… “This… this is so not gonna work, Mattie!” America yelled defiantly getting his bravado up. “Go ahead! See if I care! I’m not taking it back just cause you had to go get your panties in a wad! And I was so doing better without you too!”
Canada smiled as England pulled him closer, not paying America any attention. He wasn’t however expecting the voice he heard coming from the doorway.. “Aha!” Startled by the sudden unexpected exclamation, Canada jumped and bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “Fuck ostie!” He brought a hand up over his mouth to stop the bleeding and England whirled at the familiar voice furiously. “You nasty little bugger how on earth did you-“ “I knew I’d find you here!” Everyone turned and looked then at the mysterious newcomer, Austria getting up and handing Canada a tissue to try and help stop the bleeding. Standing right in the doorway clearly out of breath, his clothes torn and dirty, one shoe oddly missing was none other than Sealand. “Bloody fucking hell what are you doing here?!” England demanded.
The micronation drew himself up with a cocky grin as he sauntered into the room smugly. “Thought you were gonna pull one over on me, did you?” He slammed down a filthy sheet of paper on the front table with a laugh. “Ha! The joke’s on you, jerk England, ‘cause I found this in your trash bins!” “You’ve been digging through my garbage like a bloomin’ raccoon?!” He exclaimed looking horrified imagining all the other things that might’ve been stumbled across. Sealand laughed and walked up the center aisle with a triumphant strut. “Thought you’d have foreign relations without me? No way, the mighty nation of Sealand is staking its claim first!” He pointed at Canada dramatically and yelled, “Get ready, America-” “I’m Canada.” “Get ready, America, ‘cause I’ve been practicing!” “Where in the seven hells are Berwald and Tino?!” England cut him off halfway with a glare that could melt paint. Canada simply dropped the tissue and buried his face in his hands and groaned. God, why can’t things ever just go the way I planned?!
America’s stupid obnoxious fucking laughter wasn’t helping either. The rest of them were simply watching the ridiculous exchange stupidly. “Haha! Oh Gawd, Mattie, is that supposed to make me jealous? Who you gonna get next, your bear?!” America was red faced with mirth, gasping as he fell into another fit of laughter. Canada, torn between embarrassment and rage propelled himself off the table, fists clenched, headed straight for the feuding duo. You think you’re just so fucking smart, don’t you? You think I can’t do anything right, do you? That’s it... dammit that is it! “No I won’t go home!” Sealand was shouting. “You guys are gonna do it, I heard you through the phone tap-” “Cor Blimey! You’ve been tapping my phone, too?!”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 8a/?
anonymous
October 15 2010, 04:44:21 UTC
“He can stay, Arthur,” Canada said, eyes dark like a violent storm. His voice wasn’t any louder than it usually was, but somehow everyone in the room seemed to hear him. Sealand himself looked surprised but quickly recovered, readjusting his hat and drawing himself up. “Ha! See!” He sauntered past England, looking up at Canada with childish confidence. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands clasped innocently behind his back, Sealand grinned just as America sobered up. “Haha, very funny, Mattie. Tell spanky to get lost and then maybe you can get me out of this crap, too and we can go home and-.” “Are you telling me what to do, Al?” Canada asked, his voice deadly quiet even as he interrupted him.
“You can’t be serious! You are not even thinking about... Dammit, Mattie, I am so not letting you do this!” He started pulling harder on the chains again, twisting and bracing himself with his feet. Next to him, Russia informed him a little too cheerfully that if he kept up he was going to dislocate his shoulder. “Letting, Al?” You just don’t get it, do you Al? You think I’m some weak, useless loser who can’t get by without you. You think I can’t assert myself or make decisions. You think you’re gonna tell me what do to? You think you’re gonna tell me to turn into your own fucking blowup doll and turn myself on and off like a switch. Well guess what, you’re not running this rodeo, I am!
“Alright, America-” “I’m Canada,” he supplied again knowing exactly what he was gonna do. And with America’s eyes fully on him, he smiled as Sealand declared that he was going to show “America” what a real man was. “Matthew, I’m not sure I’d advise you do this,” Austria said looking concerned. “Trust me.” Hand cupping the side of Sealand’s face, he sat back on the table, equalling their heights out and leaned forward to kiss him gently. It was chaste and brief, but hearing America yelling his fool head in the background it was fucking worth it. Ha! Had you going there, didn’t I, Al? At first, the young nation seemed stunned, looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled back. But then, a big grin appeared on his face. England was spluttering some string of curses in the background and Sealand yelled over his shoulder, “I bet mine’s bigger than yours, jerk England!” And buoyed by Canada taking him seriously, Sealand pounced with the enthusiasm of a thousand rabbits before the other could stand up.
Caught off guard, Canada was knocked backwards onto the table. He was about to sit back up when Sealand leapt on top of him and grabbed at his chest through the fabric of the red hoodie. “Alright! I’m claiming your breasts in the name of Sealand!” he yelled and Prussia almost fell out of his chair laughing while Germany simply stared. America was too pissed to be amused and England was silently vowing to have a long talk with South Korea about setting a proper example at conferences even as he pulled out his mobile and started dialing Sweden. “You have to admire his enthusiasm,” Russia said leaning against the wall with a smile. Austria sighed as if he somehow had seen this coming.
Canada was completely caught off guard and Prussia’s cackling like a damn rooster wasn’t helping. Why me? Why does crap like this always happen to me? Canada reached up about to shove the young nation off when he felt those wet, sloppy lips mashed against his own. His hands were on Sealand’s shoulders pushing, even as the other slobbered over his mouth like a happy puppy. “Mmm!” “You fucking pervert, Mattie!” America yelled indignantly. What part of me looks like I’m enjoying this, you asshole?! He’d have yelled just that if Sealand wasn’t fucking vacuumed to his mouth. Canada put his hands on his shoulders about to push him back when he pulled back of his own accord with a smirk. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby?”
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 8b/?
anonymous
October 15 2010, 04:45:32 UTC
“Peter.” He forcibly removed the small hands from his chest. “Get-“ “On with it, I know!” “That is not what I meant!” And ohmygod Sealand was wiggling between his legs like a damn eel! He shot a glare at Prussia who was half out of his seat holding the side of the table. Even Germany was attempting to hide a soft laugh behind a cough and fucking America finally got a clue when Russia giggled and that was somehow even worse than him thinking his brother was a pedophile. Why me… God, why the hell do you hate me? Why is Arthur on the fucking phone?! He looked back at Sealand who was obliviously rutting against him. “Okay, enough, get off you- what are you doing?!” Canada’s voice rose a few octaves as he attempted to scoot backwards. His first instinct was to shove him off the table, but he didn’t really want to hurt him; this was partly his fault after all for encouraging this craziness
Still, watching America join in the laughter he was finished. “We are done here!” Canada screamed deciding that just this once he wasn’t about to give a damn if anyone got hurt or not. Sitting up, foot about to kick him clear across the room, Canada saw England appear hauling him up by the shirt collar like a mother cat. In that same moment, Sealand appeared to have- Oh god you did not just... Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick... Canada practically threw himself off the table just as England handed the little monster off the Germany a hand over his mouth. As long as he lived he never hoped to see such an expression ever again. Dimly, he heard America and Prussia both laughing and something that sounded like Sealand shouting “Ha! Take that world, I just scored with America!” as Germany hauled him bodily out of the room. “...I’m Canada,” he mumbled miserably as he pushed off the table.
Re: Multiple/Canada & Canada/Fem!America If U Seek Alfred 9/?
anonymous
October 15 2010, 04:47:47 UTC
America had stopped laughing when he took in the half defeated expression on Canada’s face. Prussia too quieted himself with a few carefully whispered words from Austria. See, Mattie, this is exactly what I’m talking about. This is why you need me you take care of you. I mean really? Did you really think you were gonna come in like be all hot and sexy and I’d go “oh hey Mattie, I was totally wrong I can’t believe I ever thought you made a better girl. See this is the kind of shit that happens to you all the time. “Aww, c’mon bro, cheer up,” America offered sympathetically. “It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.” “You have Alfred for a brother to start,” Russia offered ignoring America’s glare. “Shuttup Ivan. All of you oughta be ashamed of yourselves for talking poor Mattie into this.”
Poor Mattie? Canada looked at America with a narrowed gaze as he continued to talk. “I mean jeez, look at him, he’s a total mess ‘cause of you jerks.” I think I can survive a little fucking embarrassment, Mr. Hero... America clanked the chain insistently. “Hey, how about you untie me and we can go catch a movie or you can have a good cry on my shoulder or something. I mean this so isn’t you Mattie. You’re just not cut out for crap like this.” He waved his arm as best as he could indicated everyone in the room. “You got a guy who loves kicking me when I’m down-” “‘Cause it’s so fun,” Russia added smiling. “Your best friend’s fucking boyfriends...” He looked at Austria. “Right? You’re fucking both of them, right?” Arms crossed, Austria tossed his head haughtily. “I don’t believe that’s any of your business. Please, do go on digging yourself in deeper, Alfred.”
Ass...In times like this, America definitely understood why the two of them were friends. He looked at the strange expression on his brother’s face and pressed on ignoring that strange pang in his head that normally told him when something was a bad idea; he usually called that his funstopper gland. “And Arthur... I mean, dude, that’s like your mom telling you you’re cute.” England was about to give him what for when Canada, taking in America’s babbling, his somewhat uneasy expression, and his eyes suddenly realized whether America was aware of it or not that his brother was going on like that because he was scared; he was afraid that Canada would actually go through with it. He blinked, standing up straighter, feeling a renewed determination as he looked at England and then at America again. “So yeah, let’s go home and I’ll make it all better, ‘kay?” It was almost cute the way America looked at him like he really believed Canada needed him to ride in like some cliché on a white horse.
He turned away, making sure America still had a damn good view and looked at England feigning shyness before glancing down at the floor, twisting a sneakered foot. He looked up adorably from beneath the hair around his face and the smile he gave England was enough to make America stop short, that odd jealous twang poking at him. “I don’t need you to be my hero, Al. I can save myself...” Realizing they were about to pick up where they left off, England walked back over to him, once again reaching up, hand once more on the back of his neck. “But even then... I have daddy to kiss it better, don’t I?” “Of course you do, Matthew.” This time they weren’t interrupted.
Canada didn’t often kiss England. Their encounters were usually far more rough and sadistic and the older nation preferred not to indulge in a whole lot intimacy. All in all, Canada usually felt like a whore and was surprised half the time that he didn’t find money on the dresser. When England kissed him it also tended to be little more than a perfunctory display of affection before of after intercourse. He used to chalk it up to the other’s culture until he broadened his horizons and realized that no, that was just how he was. So when England pulled him down and tilted his head to bring their mouths together, Canada wasn’t expecting a whole lot; it turned out with proper motivation, he could pull a hell of a lot out of his bag of tricks.
“Yeah… hot girl, large tracts of land. You… not so much.” He smoothed the knit skirt, shifting on the large chair, the lolipop sliding out of his mouth again with a pop. “Y’know if all you want is a douchebag with a monster cock, I hear Ivan and Yao are on the outs.”
Canada groaned and buried his face in his hands while Poland looked at Austria innocently.
“What?”
“There’s not a whole lot to tell,” he said at last with a sigh. “I mean we go out and when we’re done we have sex . Sometimes we see a movie or a hockey game. Sometimes we go to the batting cages.” He smiled remembering this past summer when they rented the house in New Jersey and spent the weekend at the beach. “We had a great time at Seaside this year. The weather was perfect, we’d gotten ice cream and some kids joined me in burying Al up to his neck in the sand. The taffy was great, and Al put a whole bunch of it in his mouth when I dared him and… why are you looking at me like that?”
The two of them were both blatantly staring at him, and Austria sighed.
“So… did you guys even fuck?” Poland asked bluntly.
“O-of course we did! I mean I just thought you wanted to hear about the best part of the trip and… oh my god…” He almost dropped the soda he was holding. “Did I really just call taffy the best part of the trip?” His voice rose an octave at that, his eyes were comically wide. “Oh my god…”
“Hmm, and not counting this last time, how about the last time you went out with him as a woman?” Austria sipped his tea as he pressed on. Poland shot Canada a concerned glance.
“Maybe we should give him a moment.” Austria set the cup down, sat back with his arms crossed and looked at him coolly.
“No, I think there’s a point that needs to be driven home. Matthew, if you will, answer the question.”
Canada thought back; it wasn’t that long ago, really.
“Well, we actually went to Seaside again. Al said he wanted to see what I’d look like in a bathing suit. It was humiliating,” Canada grumbled. “He talked me into this red and white thing that you could see through when it was wet. Someone hid our clothes and I don’t know how he talked me into it but we had sex under the pier after that… and against the pier… and he was trying to get me to it on the towel but with the sand and... ohmygod…” His voice was little more than a squeak when the house phone rang. Oh god Al was right. I’m a total loser. I’m a fucking girl. I’m turning into a girl! Ohmygod no wonder he doesn’t see me as a guy.... He’s left me for… for me ohmygodwhendidthisstarthappening?! Poland looked at him about to completely meltdown and got up taking a seat next to him.
“Okay, deep breath, Matt. Breathe.” He put an arm around Canada’s shoulders watching as the other leaned forward, hands between his legs hyperventilating. “Roderich? A little help here?”
“I told you that phone is for work purposes. No, slaking your primitive lusts does not constitute an emergency.” Austria was on the phone looking almost bored as he spoke to who was clearly Prussia. “You know we’re watching the finals of the World’s Strongest Man... Hen party? How long were you practicing that one in front of the mirror?” Overhearing Austria’s side of the conversation, Canada’s eyes wildly darted back and forth between the two of them panicked. Prussia too?! He looked at them and suddenly seemed to realize that his two best friends were a crossdresser and a man in a fucking cravat. Canada keened as he rocked back and forth. “OhmygodI’mafuckinggirl...”
“No, Wildauer is out. And Trimpl finished last in his heat as a matter of fact. Oh Pudzianowski’s been a treat to watch. Yes, quite strong,” he let the excitement creep into his voice just enough. “Of course I can’t imagine what such a man could do if... Oh you’re going to be joining Ludwig at the gym after all?” The smile was small as he prepared to hang up. “Oh yes... yes you’ll just have to do that won’t you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something important to attend to... You’re a disgusting pig and I don’t know why I even kiss you with a mouth like that...” He seemed at a loss for words processing the response. Well I suppose that would be one reason. “...Goodbye Gilbert.”
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“Matthew.” Canada had swatted Poland away, standing up looking absolutely frantic.
“I can’t believe this. This can’t be happening.” He was pacing the room and Austria raised an eyebrow at Poland who held his hands up.
“I didn’t say a word. He just like started freaking out when he heard you talking to that washed up loser you’re sleeping with.” Austria glared and Poland popped the chocolate vanilla sucker back in his mouth. “Hey, I just call it like I see it.”
“Matthew,” Austria started again, finally walking over and grabbing him by the shoulders. “Focus. Breathe. You’re going to have to calm down.”
“You’re wearing a cravat. He’s wearing a skirt.”
“Matthew-”
“I’m watching sweaty men lifting heavy things over their heads and I’m making tea and we’re gossiping like fucking sex in the city-”
“Matthew-” he raised his voice and when Canada finally cried out “ohmygodAlwasright!” he decided to take drastic measures. Austria slapped him. Canada swallowed, eyes coming back into focus, whispering terrified, “Al was right, Roderich.”
“No, Alfred is most certainly not right.”
“Amen to that,” Poland chimed in but raised his hand continuing. “No, like seriously, Matt. Being a guy has like nothing to do with what you wear or what you eat or all that superficial junk.” He tapped the side of his head. “It’s your identity. It’s up in here and you can’t just like turn it off cause America zapped you with some weird techno junk and gave you boobs. I should so kick his ass one of these days. You are so much cooler than he is you do not even know.”
“Exactly,” Austria affirmed and Canada seemed to have visibly relaxed. “Your gender has nothing to do with how you behave or how you appear, it’s what you know yourself to be. People wouldn’t seek gender reassignment if it was something as simple as a physical body or a set of clothes, Matthew. You’re a man, right? Forget whatever nonsense Alfred was spouting, clearly he wasn’t thinking with the proper portion of his anatomy and answer me honestly.” Canada blinked, still trying to take in what was coming at him from all sides, still smarting from America’s thoughtless proposal back in the fall. But thinking about the question, thinking about who he was and what he felt inside...
“Of course!” he didn’t even have to think twice about it, looking down slightly at Austria as he spoke. The color had come back to his face as he nodded, feeling more himself, more sure of himself than he had in the last few months. Dammit, why’d I let this get so far. Why the hell did I ever start doubting myself? “Yes... Yes dammit! I am!” He nodded again and stood up straighter. “And I’m not uptight! And I am too, fun!” Poland applauded from the couch and Austria smiled. Canada raised a fist in the air not feeling even the least bit ridiculous. “And I am sexy! And... and I am not the poor man’s America!”
“Who are you, Matt?!”
“I’m Canada, dammit! And I’m going to teach Al a lesson he’ll never forget!”
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and Russia and China have a big dick, hehe *childish anon is childish*
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I'm really looking forward to this sequel. I like this idea of Canada with other nations and then with a girl America. =D
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Also, Canada preferring Pepsi is win. *fist pump*
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Zydrunas Savickas had ended up winning that year. America normally didn’t pay it any mind; he preferred to simply read the results when the competition was over. This year, however, with Canada still not returning his calls or his texts, he’d turned in curios to see just what his brother found so damn interesting about a bunch of guys lifting heavy shit over their heads. It was about as boring as he thought it’d be, but sitting home alone it gave him an excuse to sit in front of the TV with a Chicago deep dish and stew. Stupid gossip got around fast, he and Canada were fighting and everyone he usually would turn to for a quick fuck wasn’t speaking to him. Manipulative little jerk, like he was the bad guy here!
Really, I just said what everyone else already thinks, Mattie. Why else do you think Gilbert hits on you all the time? Here’s a hint, it’s not just to piss off Roderich. How can you call yourself a guy when you don’t even have the balls to stand up for yourself? God, when we first got together you were incredible; it must’ve been the pot ‘cause before the seventies were even over you got dull as dirt. And he knew Canada had to be lying about all the nations he’d slept with. Once upon a time he might’ve believed him, but the way his brother shuffled around slumped over dressed like some loser skater not even being noticed he’d bet money it was a load of crap. If Canada didn’t want him to keep seeing other people he should’ve just told him he didn’t need to make a bunch of ridiculous crap up.
Hell, he wished Canada had told him a lot of things. If he didn’t like changing into a girl he should’ve said so; but as it was he was spending more time as a woman anyway so he must’ve liked being one better. And if he didn’t want America to fall in love with his female self he never should’ve… God I miss her, he thought wishing his brother would stop being so damn stubborn already. Or was Canada looking at other options? Fuck, a woman like that could have her damn pick of any of the nations, friendly foreign relations between their people or not. Is she sleeping with Arthur? Francis? Dammit, Mattie, why don’t you just tell me if you want them? Fucking talk to me so we can work this out. I mean I still love you, you’re my brother and I still like being bros and all but…
He stopped, realizing he was already at the door of the conference room. The building today was strangely empty but it didn’t surprise him. England let him know that this emergency meeting was of the highest security and only a handful of them at the greatest risk of a terrorist attack even knew about it. Hell, America wasn’t even sure who else was going to be there. He’d only had a few hours to charter a flight- he was still dressed in his jeans and a sweatshirt! But that was probably for the best. He’d taken Canada’s rejection hard and hadn’t felt nearly as inspired to hit the gym. Poking at his soft stomach he shuddered and prayed no one would notice the few- he hadn’t stepped on the scale but he was going with the word “few”- extra pounds.
The silence was almost eerie as he turned the knob. He had a brief flash of some freaky porno of Japan’s that he had watched a week earlier and swallowed. Some poor schmuck had been lured into a conference room just like this one only to end up getting gang banged. It was totally hot, but that was when it was happening to someone else, not him... come to think of it that guy looked an awful lot like him too. Don’t be ridiculous... crap like that only happens in porn not in real life. Still, his expression was wary as he entered the room. Maybe I should’ve come armed after all.
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“Well, since the hero is here, I guess we can finally get started right?” He clapped his hands together looking excited pretending he didn’t notice the look of disbelief on everyone’s faces at his slight weight gain. No, no they were probably admiring his totally awesome sweatshirt… UF had seriously rocked it this season. He didn’t see Canada staring down at his palm pilot somewhat nervously.
“We’re still waiting for a few more to arrive, Al. But you can sit down… Uhh… anyone have to go to the bathroom?” He looked about ready to throw up and Austria put a hand on his shoulder and whispered “breathe”. America looked at them for a moment but shrugged and didn’t think too much about it. Hah! Just realizing what you lost, is that it, Mattie? Yeah, he still had it. A few pounds didn’t make that much difference; he’d have to talk to Japan about another diet some other time.
He hardly paid anyone any mind as he walked further into the room, still somewhat caught up in his own thoughts. Yawning, America walked down the center aisle to take his seat, pausing only when his eyes rested upon the craziest fucking thing in the back of the room. How the hell did I miss that? He blinked stupidly, hand still resting on the back of his chair as he goggled at the manacles that seemed to be coming out of the brick.
“Uh… hey guys?” He had a weird flash to that freaky gangbang porno again and swallowed. “Am I seeing things or is that-” He yelped when something sharp pierced his neck. “Hey, What the hell?!” He pulled the small dart staring at it stupidly before looking up at the lot of them. The room was already starting to sway. Holy fucking shit I’ve been rohypnol’ed! was his last thought before he blacked out.
Canada was the first to stand up looking even more nervous if that was possible. He looked at Poland who seemed far too gleeful holding the tranquilizer gun.
“Jesus, what’s in that?” He’d expected America to make a mad dash for the door or something but instead he dropped almost instantly. Poland put the gun back into his favorite Louis Vuitton handbag smugly.
“Only enough animal tranq to drop like an elephant.” Canada stared at him looking mildly horrified. “Matt, you know these things don’t affect us nearly as strongly as humans and it would be a total disaster if he freaked out like a wild animal.” Austria stood up, readjusting his cravat.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine Matthew. Ivan is he?...” He looked at Russia who had managed to catch America with an uncanny speed. He smiled, pulling the other’s face with a childish sadism.
“He’s out,” Russia chirped, stretching his cheek painfully to illustrate the point. “So let’s set him up, yes?”
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“Okay, so maybe a phone call would’ve been better. Maybe we should call this off and talk or-”
“Are you mad?!” England exclaimed and coughed somewhat uncomfortably as Canada looked at him.
“That is... ah... whatever he’s going through, lad, just remember the git brought it on himself,” England clapped him on the arm, his gaze a little too excited, but the butterflies were churning too much in his stomach for him to notice.
“If you really don’t want to do this Matthew, we can-”
“He’s doing it,” Austria said, arms folded, expressing brooking no argument. He looked at Canada sympathetically. “Matthew. At this point I don’t think words are what you need. I think Alfred needs to realize that you are just as desirable now as you were back when the two of you met. Whatever you’d aroused in him that night in October as your female self, you’re more than capable of doing as a male. I think your own ego needs fulfillment, and I don’t think you’re going to get anywhere until you both see if with your own eyes.”
“Specs here also wants to beat off to me an West plowing that cute ass of yours.”
“Brother-“ Germany started.
“I desire nothing of the sort,” Austria cut in with a huff looking away with a faint color to his cheeks.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Roderich?” Canada asked in earnest ignoring Prussia’s remark entirely. “I mean I know you’re in a relationship and I appreciate that you’re willing to put aside any jealous feelings that you might have to help me but I don’t want this to come between you.”
“Are you shitting me, kid?” Prussia said erupting into raucous laughter which only grew louder at Canada’s confused expression. He looked at Austria mischievously. “So, princess should I tell him, all about your dirty little pillow talk saying how you couldn’t wait to see little Mattie’s hole- Christ!” Austria had elbowed him hard in the gut without so much as batting an eye or even glancing in his direction. Alright, so maybe this isn’t the noble sacrifice he said it was… Prussia doubled over with a wheeze of “was that supposed to hurt?” Standing next to America, Germany snorted.
“You brought that on yourself, brother.”
He looked over to England while he started to reset his watch. “I’ve blocked in fifteen minutes, Arthur, is that going to work?” England looked up indignantly from his appointment book, still not having moved from his seat and his tea.
“Fifteen minutes?!”
“Heusuallyonlyneedstenoncehegetsgoing,” Canada mumbled under his breath as he leaned back against the wall waiting for America to wake up.
“Are you really going to standing there with a bleeding stopwatch and time it?!” England demanded getting to his feet angrily.
“We only have the building reserved for the next few hours, Arthur, and I would imagine that Matthew and Alfred are going to want to be alone after… after we’re finished.” He still had trouble putting words to exactly what they were going to be doing.
Austria looked over at Poland calmly as England attempted to wrestle the PDA from Germany and pencil in a larger block of time.
“Do you know when he’ll be conscious, Feliks?” Poland looked up from where he’d been setting up a tripod and camcorder from the far end of the room as part of Hungary’s early birthday present.
“Should be like a few more minutes I guess. Hey, Matt, you brought that phaser thingy, right?” Canada nodded and dug into the large pockets of the red and white hoodie.
“Yeah… I don’t know about that part though. I mean he’s already gonna be mad.” Canada looked over at his prone brother shackled to the wall, supported only by Russia who was having entirely too much fun making faces with him.
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“Already has,” Canada answered with a sigh. “Said it was too ‘gay’.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah ‘cause taking it up the poop chute from your twin brother is totally hetero,” Poland said as he turned the recording on. “And on that note I’m like seriously outta here. Give me the tape when you’re done, Matt?” Canada nodded and Poland walked to the door sticking his head out.
“Hey, wasn’t Francis supposed to come too?” he asked looking both ways down the empty hall. Canada frowned.
“He said that he wasn’t going to “partake in this primitive mockery of sexual psychology”.” And as he recalled, that was when Austria had grabbed the phone and the entire conversation dissolved into a series of successively nasty yet somehow still cultured insults and insinuations.
“Well, the hell with the frog!” England chimed in playing keep away with Germany’s PDA. “Roderich here’s the bonafide psychological expert, not that wine guzzling derelict. Just let Alfred stew a little watching you, give him a good shag, duke it out if you have to, and bob’s your uncle he finally gets it.”
“That’s a gross oversimplification,” Austria replied mildly going to take a comfortable seat near the camera as Poland finally made his exit.
“You did not just give yourself an entire two hours!” Germany exclaimed finally seizing the device.
“I want two also!” Russia called out stepping back as America seemed to start standing under his own power.
“Hey West,” Prussia added seeming to have finally recovered, “You better give us at least four,” Austria snorted, “Cause we’re gonna tear that ass up.”
Several things happened in that moment. Prussia slapped Canada’s ass and in turn Austria got out of his seat and went to deliver another elbow. Prepared this time, Prussia grabbed his lover’s arm with a grin and whispered, “Does bitch want me to spank his ass right here in front of everyone?” Germany called for order and Canada jumped back and into England sending the both of them to the floor. More importantly however, America finally came to and took in the scene -eerily grinning Russia next to him especially- with wide eyes and drew his own insane conclusion.
“Ohmygod You really are all gonna rape me!” America shrieked pulling furiously at the manacles. “I’m too pretty to get the prison bitch treatment!” England looked up annoyed as he disentangled from a profusely apologizing Canada and stood up.
“You!? Why on earth would anyone want to bugger your fat arse?!”
“It’s not fat, it’s winter weight!” America shouted back hotly.
“It is if you’re a bleeding polar bear!”
“Guys?” Canada tried to interrupt feeling as if this entire plan was spiraling out of control as America and England continued to scream at each other. He also watched America straining and pulling at the chains thankful the thing was rated for a herd of fucking bison.
“It’s just more cushion for the pushin’ you limey asshole!”
“Don’t flatter yourself you-”
“Enough!” Germany’s bellow cut through the entire scene and Canada was never more thankful that he’d invited him. “Matthew, kindly explain to your brother why we’re all gathered here. We don’t have this conference room forever and every moment the lot of you spend bickering, I’m docking it from your time! No one has two hours, everyone has twenty minutes! The average worldwide duration for human intercourse is five minutes so I don’t want to hear any complaints! I will be timing it and if anyone goes over I will not hesitate to- What are you doing?!” Austria, having soothed Prussia's ruffled feathers, had deftly swiped the PDA with an ease that would make the most skilled pickpocket envious. He dropped the device on the ground and then wordlessly stomped it into pieces. “Are you crazy?!” Germany yelled and ignoring his red face and hyperventilating, Austria merely bowed out.
“Matthew, kindly tell Alfred why we’re here today.”
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Eyes narrowing for just a moment, Canada still smiled cheerfully- far too cheerfully, but America was silent as he approached.
“Don’t worry, Al, no one’s here to do anything to you.” America hardly relaxed but he was definitely more curious now as he watched his brother stop in front of him. “In fact, Al... they’re all here for me.”
“For you?” He parroted back dumbly. What the hell is going on, Mattie? Are you in on this... whatever the hell this is? What about the meeting? Oh duh, yeah obviously there’s no meeting...
“Yeah, Al,” he said keeping that cheerful smile on his face as he walked over to England. “See... you seem to have this funny idea that I’m... what did you say?... that I’m uptight?... that I’m useless as a guy? That I’m not sexy enough for you?” Canada mentally readied himself as he discreetly tapped England on the arm signaling the start. He turned away from America and focused his attention on England fighting down the butterflies.
He licked his lips nervously, steeling himself. Alright Matthew, showtime... you’re doing this to get Al back, dammit... you can do this. Roderich’s here for moral support... They’ll stop if it gets to be too much... America’s protest died on his lips when Canada spoke, his soft voice barely above a whisper in the large conference room .
“Al’s being mean to me, Daddy...” he complained almost identically to the way he did when they were young. Except now he stood over England and his intentions were far from innocent. “He says I’m better off being a girl.” England’s reached up with a smile just a step above a leer, his hand resting on the back of Canada’s neck. Canada had always been fascinated by England’s hands. He remembered them as a child seeming so large and strong, and yet his fingers were long, slender, and looked so refined even when he was bandaging up America’s numerous scrapes and cuts. His palms were broad, slightly rough, and so terribly manly, and Canada could feel him now lightly tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck to tease him. Okay, so maybe he could do this after all.
“How many times must I tell you, Matthew, not to pay any attention when he bangs on like that. Here now, let daddy show you just how wrong Alfred is.”
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brb dying of bloodloss
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I may have a daddy!England kink
You're also doing a tremendous job with America's self-centeredness. And I can't wait to see how Femerica will look here, and how Russia will be involved in all this ^^
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I’m glad people are enjoying. All I have to say for this next part is, remember the warning in the beginning ;) As far as de-anoning, I have de-anoned the first part with a bit of clean up so I’ll definitely be doing this one as well. It’s tricky getting into everyone’s head but I hope it keeps working out. as far as fem!America I have a very concrete idea for this fill that fits one of my as of yet unwritten kinks quite nicely.
The comment seemed to jar America from whatever shocked stupor he was in and he blinked a few times taking in the sight of his brother about to be kissed by England. So that’s your game is it, you little prick? Tie me up here and try to get a rise out of me? You passive aggressive little fucker, you dragged me out here for this? That’s… that’s low Mattie. Are you that desperate to prove your stupid point? Well… well if you think I’m gonna freak out just cause you and eyebrows rehearsed a little makeout scene you can think twice…
“This… this is so not gonna work, Mattie!” America yelled defiantly getting his bravado up. “Go ahead! See if I care! I’m not taking it back just cause you had to go get your panties in a wad! And I was so doing better without you too!”
Canada smiled as England pulled him closer, not paying America any attention. He wasn’t however expecting the voice he heard coming from the doorway..
“Aha!” Startled by the sudden unexpected exclamation, Canada jumped and bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed.
“Fuck ostie!” He brought a hand up over his mouth to stop the bleeding and England whirled at the familiar voice furiously.
“You nasty little bugger how on earth did you-“
“I knew I’d find you here!” Everyone turned and looked then at the mysterious newcomer, Austria getting up and handing Canada a tissue to try and help stop the bleeding. Standing right in the doorway clearly out of breath, his clothes torn and dirty, one shoe oddly missing was none other than Sealand.
“Bloody fucking hell what are you doing here?!” England demanded.
The micronation drew himself up with a cocky grin as he sauntered into the room smugly.
“Thought you were gonna pull one over on me, did you?” He slammed down a filthy sheet of paper on the front table with a laugh. “Ha! The joke’s on you, jerk England, ‘cause I found this in your trash bins!”
“You’ve been digging through my garbage like a bloomin’ raccoon?!” He exclaimed looking horrified imagining all the other things that might’ve been stumbled across. Sealand laughed and walked up the center aisle with a triumphant strut.
“Thought you’d have foreign relations without me? No way, the mighty nation of Sealand is staking its claim first!” He pointed at Canada dramatically and yelled, “Get ready, America-”
“I’m Canada.”
“Get ready, America, ‘cause I’ve been practicing!”
“Where in the seven hells are Berwald and Tino?!” England cut him off halfway with a glare that could melt paint. Canada simply dropped the tissue and buried his face in his hands and groaned. God, why can’t things ever just go the way I planned?!
America’s stupid obnoxious fucking laughter wasn’t helping either. The rest of them were simply watching the ridiculous exchange stupidly.
“Haha! Oh Gawd, Mattie, is that supposed to make me jealous? Who you gonna get next, your bear?!” America was red faced with mirth, gasping as he fell into another fit of laughter. Canada, torn between embarrassment and rage propelled himself off the table, fists clenched, headed straight for the feuding duo. You think you’re just so fucking smart, don’t you? You think I can’t do anything right, do you? That’s it... dammit that is it!
“No I won’t go home!” Sealand was shouting. “You guys are gonna do it, I heard you through the phone tap-”
“Cor Blimey! You’ve been tapping my phone, too?!”
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“Ha! See!” He sauntered past England, looking up at Canada with childish confidence. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands clasped innocently behind his back, Sealand grinned just as America sobered up.
“Haha, very funny, Mattie. Tell spanky to get lost and then maybe you can get me out of this crap, too and we can go home and-.”
“Are you telling me what to do, Al?” Canada asked, his voice deadly quiet even as he interrupted him.
“You can’t be serious! You are not even thinking about... Dammit, Mattie, I am so not letting you do this!” He started pulling harder on the chains again, twisting and bracing himself with his feet. Next to him, Russia informed him a little too cheerfully that if he kept up he was going to dislocate his shoulder.
“Letting, Al?” You just don’t get it, do you Al? You think I’m some weak, useless loser who can’t get by without you. You think I can’t assert myself or make decisions. You think you’re gonna tell me what do to? You think you’re gonna tell me to turn into your own fucking blowup doll and turn myself on and off like a switch. Well guess what, you’re not running this rodeo, I am!
“Alright, America-”
“I’m Canada,” he supplied again knowing exactly what he was gonna do. And with America’s eyes fully on him, he smiled as Sealand declared that he was going to show “America” what a real man was.
“Matthew, I’m not sure I’d advise you do this,” Austria said looking concerned.
“Trust me.” Hand cupping the side of Sealand’s face, he sat back on the table, equalling their heights out and leaned forward to kiss him gently. It was chaste and brief, but hearing America yelling his fool head in the background it was fucking worth it. Ha! Had you going there, didn’t I, Al? At first, the young nation seemed stunned, looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled back. But then, a big grin appeared on his face. England was spluttering some string of curses in the background and Sealand yelled over his shoulder, “I bet mine’s bigger than yours, jerk England!” And buoyed by Canada taking him seriously, Sealand pounced with the enthusiasm of a thousand rabbits before the other could stand up.
Caught off guard, Canada was knocked backwards onto the table. He was about to sit back up when Sealand leapt on top of him and grabbed at his chest through the fabric of the red hoodie.
“Alright! I’m claiming your breasts in the name of Sealand!” he yelled and Prussia almost fell out of his chair laughing while Germany simply stared. America was too pissed to be amused and England was silently vowing to have a long talk with South Korea about setting a proper example at conferences even as he pulled out his mobile and started dialing Sweden.
“You have to admire his enthusiasm,” Russia said leaning against the wall with a smile. Austria sighed as if he somehow had seen this coming.
Canada was completely caught off guard and Prussia’s cackling like a damn rooster wasn’t helping. Why me? Why does crap like this always happen to me? Canada reached up about to shove the young nation off when he felt those wet, sloppy lips mashed against his own. His hands were on Sealand’s shoulders pushing, even as the other slobbered over his mouth like a happy puppy.
“Mmm!”
“You fucking pervert, Mattie!” America yelled indignantly. What part of me looks like I’m enjoying this, you asshole?! He’d have yelled just that if Sealand wasn’t fucking vacuumed to his mouth. Canada put his hands on his shoulders about to push him back when he pulled back of his own accord with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby?”
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“On with it, I know!”
“That is not what I meant!” And ohmygod Sealand was wiggling between his legs like a damn eel! He shot a glare at Prussia who was half out of his seat holding the side of the table. Even Germany was attempting to hide a soft laugh behind a cough and fucking America finally got a clue when Russia giggled and that was somehow even worse than him thinking his brother was a pedophile. Why me… God, why the hell do you hate me? Why is Arthur on the fucking phone?! He looked back at Sealand who was obliviously rutting against him.
“Okay, enough, get off you- what are you doing?!” Canada’s voice rose a few octaves as he attempted to scoot backwards. His first instinct was to shove him off the table, but he didn’t really want to hurt him; this was partly his fault after all for encouraging this craziness
Still, watching America join in the laughter he was finished. “We are done here!” Canada screamed deciding that just this once he wasn’t about to give a damn if anyone got hurt or not. Sitting up, foot about to kick him clear across the room, Canada saw England appear hauling him up by the shirt collar like a mother cat. In that same moment, Sealand appeared to have- Oh god you did not just... Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick... Canada practically threw himself off the table just as England handed the little monster off the Germany a hand over his mouth. As long as he lived he never hoped to see such an expression ever again. Dimly, he heard America and Prussia both laughing and something that sounded like Sealand shouting “Ha! Take that world, I just scored with America!” as Germany hauled him bodily out of the room.
“...I’m Canada,” he mumbled miserably as he pushed off the table.
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“Aww, c’mon bro, cheer up,” America offered sympathetically. “It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.”
“You have Alfred for a brother to start,” Russia offered ignoring America’s glare.
“Shuttup Ivan. All of you oughta be ashamed of yourselves for talking poor Mattie into this.”
Poor Mattie? Canada looked at America with a narrowed gaze as he continued to talk.
“I mean jeez, look at him, he’s a total mess ‘cause of you jerks.” I think I can survive a little fucking embarrassment, Mr. Hero... America clanked the chain insistently. “Hey, how about you untie me and we can go catch a movie or you can have a good cry on my shoulder or something. I mean this so isn’t you Mattie. You’re just not cut out for crap like this.” He waved his arm as best as he could indicated everyone in the room. “You got a guy who loves kicking me when I’m down-”
“‘Cause it’s so fun,” Russia added smiling.
“Your best friend’s fucking boyfriends...” He looked at Austria. “Right? You’re fucking both of them, right?” Arms crossed, Austria tossed his head haughtily. “I don’t believe that’s any of your business. Please, do go on digging yourself in deeper, Alfred.”
Ass...In times like this, America definitely understood why the two of them were friends. He looked at the strange expression on his brother’s face and pressed on ignoring that strange pang in his head that normally told him when something was a bad idea; he usually called that his funstopper gland. “And Arthur... I mean, dude, that’s like your mom telling you you’re cute.” England was about to give him what for when Canada, taking in America’s babbling, his somewhat uneasy expression, and his eyes suddenly realized whether America was aware of it or not that his brother was going on like that because he was scared; he was afraid that Canada would actually go through with it. He blinked, standing up straighter, feeling a renewed determination as he looked at England and then at America again. “So yeah, let’s go home and I’ll make it all better, ‘kay?” It was almost cute the way America looked at him like he really believed Canada needed him to ride in like some cliché on a white horse.
He turned away, making sure America still had a damn good view and looked at England feigning shyness before glancing down at the floor, twisting a sneakered foot. He looked up adorably from beneath the hair around his face and the smile he gave England was enough to make America stop short, that odd jealous twang poking at him.
“I don’t need you to be my hero, Al. I can save myself...” Realizing they were about to pick up where they left off, England walked back over to him, once again reaching up, hand once more on the back of his neck. “But even then... I have daddy to kiss it better, don’t I?”
“Of course you do, Matthew.” This time they weren’t interrupted.
Canada didn’t often kiss England. Their encounters were usually far more rough and sadistic and the older nation preferred not to indulge in a whole lot intimacy. All in all, Canada usually felt like a whore and was surprised half the time that he didn’t find money on the dresser. When England kissed him it also tended to be little more than a perfunctory display of affection before of after intercourse. He used to chalk it up to the other’s culture until he broadened his horizons and realized that no, that was just how he was. So when England pulled him down and tilted his head to bring their mouths together, Canada wasn’t expecting a whole lot; it turned out with proper motivation, he could pull a hell of a lot out of his bag of tricks.
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