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 ^^
“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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