Ball and Chain (13/?) - Day Two
anonymous
January 10 2011, 14:59:12 UTC
A particularly loud snore startled him into waking. The light of day was shining dimly behind the drawn curtains. England blinked several times and tried to sit up, but was hampered by his tether. His sleeping companion was sprawled out next to him, mouth open as he snored away.
The clock on the bedside table claimed that it was already 11 in the morning.
England grunted and stretched his back, but couldn’t move very far from his spot. He looked at America and shook the chain above the bed. America’s arm swayed limply in the air, so he let the chain fall again.
With growing irritation, he shoved America’s shoulder as hard as he could. His snoring ally barely budged, and seemed no nearer to waking. England considered slapping him across the face, but decided to wait a little while longer before resorting to outright violence.
He lay back in bed and made a valiant attempt to return to sleep, though he knew it wouldn’t work. His head tilted back and he opened his eyes, studying the wall, whose colors were muted by the faint light.
The room was rather cold, and England guessed that the weather had not improved any since the previous day. He was about to pull the comforter over his exposed chest, when he felt something warm and solid graze his nipple. The touch was just substantial enough provoke a flash of delicious sensation. He gasped and looked down to find the back of America’s hand resting against his chest. America still appeared to be quite asleep.
England pulled the covers around his body and turned onto his side, clutching desperately at the sheets to hold them in place. He knew it had been an accident, but he couldn’t help feeling slightly violated. Eyes shut tight, he tried to occupy his mind while protecting his near-naked form against any more sleep-molestation.
And then a thought occurred to him. He was vulnerable in a way he hadn’t considered. Not only was the situation shameful, with plenty of opportunity for embarrassing situations to manifest themselves. No, that wasn’t all.
America could take him, if he wanted to. And England wouldn’t have any hope of escape.
America could pin him against the wall of his living room and loom over him, smiling devilishly. He could leave a trail of bruises on England’s neck and torso, abusing his flesh with possessive lovebites. England would plead and whine, railing fruitlessly against the restraint as America marked his body. America would raise his leather-clad thigh between England’s leg, rubbing slowly and torturously until his captive was consumed by the ache of passion, America’s grin growing wider with every reluctant whimper torn from England’s lips-
England’s eyes shot open. He could feel the stirring in his lower half, and immediately fought against it. To snuff it out, he bit down hard on his lower lip, nearly enough to draw blood, and filled his mind with violent, unpleasant thoughts. He kept it up until he was sure that the threat had passed, and let out a heavy sigh.
He did not feel relieved for long. He had fantasized about America. Not a single pervy image or a flippant little thought. He’d all but gotten off on the idea of his young ally taking him by force. He had constructed a vivid fantasy, wherein he was the blushing captive. To America. Good god.
His heart calmed and his eyes eventually turned back to America, whose cheeks puffed out with a heavy exhale. It wasn’t an issue, of course. Such a reality would require two impossibilities: that America was actually attracted to him, and that America was secretly evil. Both were equally unlikely.
England sighed, staring at America’s sleeping face with a light blush across his cheeks. A loud snort brought America out of his sleep, blinking slowly before he sighed and rolled his neck.
America looked at England silently for a moment before breaking into a boyish grin. “Did I snore?”
England sighed again and rolled onto his back.
So now he would have to face America all day with a dark sexual fantasy still fresh in his mind. Perfect.
Re: Ball and Chain (13/?) - Day Two
anonymous
January 10 2011, 17:31:44 UTC
God, this fic is so damn entertaining, but this situation? Well, I'd say poor England's life is pain, but America must have getting pretty hot and bothered himself while England was dancing around and playing the guitar. XDDD
I'm sort of surprised England didn't tease more with the (American) stereotype about men who like musicals that much, but I guess that would have been too damn awkward.
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anonymous
January 11 2011, 09:19:46 UTC
Glad you like it. <3
Cause it's more fun to watch him squirm! If he makes blatant gay jokes, America gets angry and defensive. But if he just prods him about owning musicals, America gets flustered and paranoid, worrying about the implications instead of fighting the accusation. Uh, if that makes sense. *thinking about this too much*
Heeeeee! I love this update so much!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your hard work! It is coming along so very well, I'm so excited! Heee!~^^♥
Haha I love the fact that England is such sore loser! It amused me a lot that he was the one retrieving all the lost marbles and that he threw part of the game on the couch in a huff!
I like how you handled the toilet trip, and oh man the bit about England rebuking himself for thinking about Americas bits made me laugh so much, seriously, I gave myself belly ache over it, it really tickled me! :D and his comment about America washing his hands forever, I love it!
Haha I notice that they have learned from their last meal, was probably wise to sit like that, wouldn't want any nasty pasta burns! And ha, England's really struggling with that mind of his! Hohoho. I totally approve! ~.^
And oh your entire description of England playing Guitar Hero was seriously lovely, I really enjoyed reading it. almost as much as America enjoyed the view!
The bit about the musicals made me laugh and the image of them both brushing their teeth at the same time is just too adorable!
Hehe England just keeps spacing out, his mind and that fantasy are taking over, especially in part 13, poor sod :P and oh my god Americas question about the boobs! Haha! Trust America! Gah i'm becoming more and more incoherent so i'll take that as my que to shut up!
I love it! Thank you so much for taking the time to fill :):):)
Re: Ball and Chain (13/?) - Day Two
anonymous
January 31 2011, 15:06:55 UTC
MOAR.
MOAR.
PLEASE ANON.
This is constructed perfectly. Kinky as hell but you've infused the confusing feelings and relationship that is USxUK. Can't get enough of this!! England is in such denial and yet he keeps looking!! $_$ need moar.
Re: Ball and Chain (13/?) - Day Two
anonymous
April 15 2011, 22:30:22 UTC
I was following fic right from the start and then my computer broke and i had know $$ to replace so ive had no access. I were hoping someone could link me to the rest of it? Ive tried looking through the past part fills thing but i don't know how to navigate it. Help me please! I need to know what happens!! LOL
The clock on the bedside table claimed that it was already 11 in the morning.
England grunted and stretched his back, but couldn’t move very far from his spot. He looked at America and shook the chain above the bed. America’s arm swayed limply in the air, so he let the chain fall again.
With growing irritation, he shoved America’s shoulder as hard as he could. His snoring ally barely budged, and seemed no nearer to waking. England considered slapping him across the face, but decided to wait a little while longer before resorting to outright violence.
He lay back in bed and made a valiant attempt to return to sleep, though he knew it wouldn’t work. His head tilted back and he opened his eyes, studying the wall, whose colors were muted by the faint light.
The room was rather cold, and England guessed that the weather had not improved any since the previous day. He was about to pull the comforter over his exposed chest, when he felt something warm and solid graze his nipple. The touch was just substantial enough provoke a flash of delicious sensation. He gasped and looked down to find the back of America’s hand resting against his chest. America still appeared to be quite asleep.
England pulled the covers around his body and turned onto his side, clutching desperately at the sheets to hold them in place. He knew it had been an accident, but he couldn’t help feeling slightly violated. Eyes shut tight, he tried to occupy his mind while protecting his near-naked form against any more sleep-molestation.
And then a thought occurred to him. He was vulnerable in a way he hadn’t considered. Not only was the situation shameful, with plenty of opportunity for embarrassing situations to manifest themselves. No, that wasn’t all.
America could take him, if he wanted to. And England wouldn’t have any hope of escape.
America could pin him against the wall of his living room and loom over him, smiling devilishly. He could leave a trail of bruises on England’s neck and torso, abusing his flesh with possessive lovebites. England would plead and whine, railing fruitlessly against the restraint as America marked his body. America would raise his leather-clad thigh between England’s leg, rubbing slowly and torturously until his captive was consumed by the ache of passion, America’s grin growing wider with every reluctant whimper torn from England’s lips-
England’s eyes shot open. He could feel the stirring in his lower half, and immediately fought against it. To snuff it out, he bit down hard on his lower lip, nearly enough to draw blood, and filled his mind with violent, unpleasant thoughts. He kept it up until he was sure that the threat had passed, and let out a heavy sigh.
He did not feel relieved for long. He had fantasized about America. Not a single pervy image or a flippant little thought. He’d all but gotten off on the idea of his young ally taking him by force. He had constructed a vivid fantasy, wherein he was the blushing captive. To America. Good god.
His heart calmed and his eyes eventually turned back to America, whose cheeks puffed out with a heavy exhale.
It wasn’t an issue, of course. Such a reality would require two impossibilities: that America was actually attracted to him, and that America was secretly evil. Both were equally unlikely.
England sighed, staring at America’s sleeping face with a light blush across his cheeks. A loud snort brought America out of his sleep, blinking slowly before he sighed and rolled his neck.
America looked at England silently for a moment before breaking into a boyish grin. “Did I snore?”
England sighed again and rolled onto his back.
So now he would have to face America all day with a dark sexual fantasy still fresh in his mind. Perfect.
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I'm sort of surprised England didn't tease more with the (American) stereotype about men who like musicals that much, but I guess that would have been too damn awkward.
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Cause it's more fun to watch him squirm! If he makes blatant gay jokes, America gets angry and defensive. But if he just prods him about owning musicals, America gets flustered and paranoid, worrying about the implications instead of fighting the accusation.
Uh, if that makes sense. *thinking about this too much*
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Haha I love the fact that England is such sore loser! It amused me a lot that he was the one retrieving all the lost marbles and that he threw part of the game on the couch in a huff!
I like how you handled the toilet trip, and oh man the bit about England rebuking himself for thinking about Americas bits made me laugh so much, seriously, I gave myself belly ache over it, it really tickled me! :D and his comment about America washing his hands forever, I love it!
Haha I notice that they have learned from their last meal, was probably wise to sit like that, wouldn't want any nasty pasta burns! And ha, England's really struggling with that mind of his! Hohoho. I totally approve! ~.^
And oh your entire description of England playing Guitar Hero was seriously lovely, I really enjoyed reading it. almost as much as America enjoyed the view!
The bit about the musicals made me laugh and the image of them both brushing their teeth at the same time is just too adorable!
Hehe England just keeps spacing out, his mind and that fantasy are taking over, especially in part 13, poor sod :P and oh my god Americas question about the boobs! Haha! Trust America! Gah i'm becoming more and more incoherent so i'll take that as my que to shut up!
I love it! Thank you so much for taking the time to fill :):):)
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I'm excited to get started on the rest. XD
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So now he would have to face America all day with a dark sexual fantasy still fresh in his mind. Perfect.
Cant wait!! XD
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I'm not that good at writing reviews so I won't make the attempt, but let me express my love for this fic in hearts: &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts&hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts &hearts
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So great, so so great.
You're building up such magnificent tension with this story, omg.
And your humor. Is. Hilarious.
This makes me think of the genius that was Act Natural--are you in any way involved in that, author!anon?
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Whoa. No, I am not. But I'm a big fan, so omg thanks! :D
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MOAR.
PLEASE ANON.
This is constructed perfectly. Kinky as hell but you've infused the confusing feelings and relationship that is USxUK. Can't get enough of this!! England is in such denial and yet he keeps looking!! $_$ need moar.
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