Hetalia kink meme part 21
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part 21
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America opened his mouth to ask what I meant, but I kissed him before he could. It wasn't closed-mouthed and chaste like his had been. It was heavy, hot, and I'm sorry to say with full tongue. America let out a gasp and then a moan, shuddering against my body. He'd never been kissed before, had he?
I pulled away before I could worry about how that realization made me feel, "Hush, now. We don't want the men to hear us."
"Oh, England…" He was already panting, eyes half-lidded, and cheeks wonderfully red.
"On the mat," I whispered, "It'll be more comfortable if you're lying down."
America scrambled, quickly crawling past me and onto our messy sheets. He spread his legs and looked up eagerly.
"Dear Lord," I whispered more to myself than him, "You don't even know."
"I don't know what?"
I crawled over him and stroked his cheek, "How to do this."
He scowled, "I do too! I've seen all kinds of animals and once I got curious and followed a couple of kids back to the girl's dad's barn and-"
I placed a finger his mouth, "You've seen sex," I whispered, "You know what goes where to produce a child. But that's like finding iron ore and calling it a saber. It's not been formed, not been purified to the point where it's something beautiful. I'm going to teach you why there are so many poems about love, my lad."
America smiled then, "So does that mean you love me?"
I couldn't think about that then. I just had to kiss him again, hoping to drive the thought from his mind. As America gripped my shoulders again and started rutting against me, I assumed it worked.
When I pulled away, I grabbed the hem of his shirt helping him to get it off and into some far corner of the tent. I watched his expression the entire time, so excited, so damn happy. Maybe it helped to be a colony, having someone who had provided everything to him everything now giving him this too. America adored me; he trusted me. I would have to make sure not to betray any of that.
"You okay, England?"
"Hmm? Why wouldn't I be?"
"I donno, but you've just been staring at me with this weird look on your face."
"Just- Just lost in thought. Don't worry about me."
"'Kay. But, uh…"
"Yes?" I asked, going for my own shirt.
"Are you… Are you gonna be doing that, um, later?"
"What? Oh! No, no, no. I'm here with you, dear." I kissed him lightly, but America still squirmed beneath me.
"How come you're not hard?" He asked, frowning.
"It's the price of skill and experience. You see-"
And then I looked. God help me, I looked. I don't know why, my eyes just moved on their own. He was so glorious: muscles shaped more wonderfully than the curves of his mountains, skin as pink as the roses by his plantations and as unmarked as his vast wilderness in the west. His body was so beautiful, so mature that I didn't even think of his actual age.
"Uh, England, you're doing it again."
I looked back up, "Sorry. I was only- I just-" I shook my head, "I can't believe no one's tried to have you yet."
He grinned, "Oh, they've tried."
I couldn't help but smile back, "There's a good lad."
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I didn't ask why I was different, why I had succeeded where others had failed. I didn't ask when I pressed my fingers inside of him, or when we moved together and he chanted my name over and over, or when he came early but let me keep fucking him until I finally followed him, or even when we lay next to each other afterwards even when he started talking again.
"Hey England?"
"Yes, my pet?"
"Could we do this again some time?"
I rolled back over and looked at him. His eyes were half-closed and he was smiling again, still absolutely euphoric, "I'd like that."
He beamed even wider, "I'm glad."
"But listen, America," He opened his eyes, "No one can know about us, understand? No one. Not even your brother."
"Why?"
"Because you're my bloody colony and I just slept with you." I wanted to say, but I had to lie. I didn't want him to be mad. "It's dangerous."
"I don't care."
"Please, America," I looked at him seriously, "You know that most of Europe hates me and wants nothing more than to see me hurt. Who knows what they'd do to you?"
"I'm strong, England, I'll be okay."
"I just want to know you're safe."
I could see him thinking it over: the part of him that trusted me and loved me fighting the part of him that longed to be free and strong. But I had trained him too well, I realize now. Since he was a child I'd impressed upon him that I was always right and he had to do whatever I said. He acquiesced to all my requirements to be with me. He still kept to his own room and simply snuck out on the nights I was in the house with him. He still addressed me as a superior when we weren't in my chambers. He didn't allow any trace of our filthy affair to come through even to the servants.
But I was the real fool. I believed that was really him. I couldn't see that he was masking his true nature out of sheer love.
One morning I awoke to an empty house. He took all the staff with him and disappeared without leaving so much as a note. A week later and I was staring down the barrel of his musket and that was it.
Oh yes, we never severed ties completely. I needed raw materials, he needed cloth, and merchants don't give a flying fuck about our feelings. It's a good thing too. Money is our blood and even a broken heart has to keep beating. Things are better now. As all the politicians say, world gets smaller every day and those of us who share similar technologies and philosophies need to work together. So we talk and act civil towards each other most of the time, but it's all professional. Feelings are kept out of it and it's all for the better. If we didn't I'd run in circles, trying to reclaim what I'd squandered on pride and lust.
Japan? You came to speak with me about America and the state of my alliance with a country on the other side of the globe has nothing to do with him at all. Oh, look at the time, I'm afraid that I have an appointment with- hell, what's his name again?- Canada! I have an appointment with Canada. No, I can't tell you what it's about. Now, if you'd like to have another meeting in the future about Japan you can set up an appointment with my secretary on your way out. Good day, sir.
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I think the issue here is the vagueness of the timeline of the event. A was is mentioned in the beginning...is it the Seven Years' War? happened about 12 years before the Revolutionary War.
Personally I like the fill just fine. The dialogue-like ending referring to Japan confuses me tho. Is the author trying to refer to the Anglo-Japanese Alliance? My only concrit about this fill is it'll be better to make clearer references to the timeline to avoid confusion :)
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anyway...
Yes, this is during the seven years war, at which point canonically he's an adult (I personally put him at about 17 then, 19 post civil war, and actually 21 or so modern day)
However, both England's and America's actual stories were collected in the 1920s, hence the Anglo-Japanese alliance (there end up being more references in America's part, due to him being America)
Sorry for the confusion.
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