Hetalia kink meme part 21
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“Indeed.”
The two shuffled onto the elevator where awkward silence ensued for the next four floors, neither looking at the other. It was only on the fifth floor that Francis allowed himself a sigh. “So you and Angleterre? I heard you got together over the weekend.”
Alfred managed a nod but continued to study the paisley carpet design. “Mm? O-oh, yeah, it’s great.” He started shuffling his papers through his hands, trying to memorize any last key points on his report on the economy.
The elevator passed the fourth floor, but now it really did seem to be going more slowly, as it had been five minutes and they still hadn’t passed the third floor. Alfred checked his watch, biting his lip when he realized he had only a few minutes. He considered punching the door button and running down the stairs at the first opportunity, but the elevator suddenly shook then jolted to a stop. It swayed in place a moment, creaking on its cables where it was suspended between floors. The lights flickered off.
“W-what? Seriously?!” Alfred leapt up from where he’d fallen on his butt and pounded on the doors. The sound echoed up and down the shaft. He felt his way to the side of the tiny box, clinging to the railing and looking around in the thick darkness.
Francis remained seated. “Well this is…unfortunate.”
“Tell me about it. Arthur hates it when I’m late to crap like this…”
“You’re trying to be punctual just for that irritable island?” Francis forced a chuckle and pulled out his phone. The tiny screen did little to light the darkness, though it did illuminate the troubled expression on his face.
Alfred followed suit, pulling out his much larger iPhone. No service. “Huh? Well, yeah. No sense in pissing him off, you know?”
“I see.”
“Just want him to be happy that he’s going out with me. I mean, it’s only been a few days, right, so I guess I can’t make any conclusions yet but…” That look of uncertainty on his face, though mottled by shadow, took Francis by surprise.
“How do you mean? Conclusions?”
“I mean…uh…” Alfred looked up toward the ceiling where his phone left a patch of blue light. “I guess I want things to move more quickly than he does. He’s such an old fogey sometimes I guess…likes things to be old fashioned. It’s been a few days and we’ve been staying in the same hotel room-great view, Italy is great-but…I don’t know. We did it once. Had sex, I mean. Damn, it was…great, but…” His brows scrunched. “Then we sort of just hung out the next two days and I’m kind of wondering if I wasn’t…as good as he was expecting and he doesn’t want to do it again…? Maybe he’d been with better…”
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“Huh, what?”
“Nothing.” Francis pocketed his phone with a sigh, and was once again overtaken by darkness. “Amerique, is this your first relationship?”
“Well, first real one, I guess? I’ve…had affairs. I mean, Cold War. Duh. But, nothing that actually meant anything til Arthur. I’m just wondering if I’m doing it wrong? What if he decides I’m not what he’s even looking for? What if I’m not good enough?”
“Typical,” Francis murmured. “But you are but a child, after all.” His voice took on a condescending edge, which he promptly tried to dispel, reminding himself that Alfred had every right to Arthur. “Well, I suppose you should look at things from Arthur’s point of view, then. For him to even be opening up to anyone…after all these years means that he sees something in you. He’s always been a guarded individual, but the past few centuries he’s taken an especially hard beating. I’d always been there to help pick up the pieces, but even I couldn’t get very close…”
“You were with him, weren’t you…? I thought you and Arthur were together a while back…”
Francis’s sigh was as heavy as the darkness. “Things don’t always work out the way we plan them, but yes.”
“O-oh, right then.” Alfred sighed and wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly shivering. The oncoming silence lasted for what seemed like forever.
“But don’t you dare let him slip through your fingers by second guessing yourself. He’s finally opening up to someone after years of shoving people away. He needs you.” The words were tinged with bitterness and resignation. “Arthur…doesn’t just let someone this close to him for petty reasons. Treasure him, Amerique. He’s worth so much more than you can imagine. Worth more than you probably even deserve. If you manage to screw this up, you’ll destroy him. Don’t think it’s not possible. It was you after all who nearly ripped him apart the first time. The fact that he’s willing to forgive must mean something, even if I was the only one who gave a damn about him the following years.” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
With that, Francis refused to say anymore, and Alfred knew better than to continue the conversation, even if to argue his own case. The two sat in absolute silence for the next ten minutes, Alfred playing tetris on his phone while Francis sat lost in thought. The lights eventually faded on and the elevator hummed back to life, making its descent down to the final floor.
“Holy crap, I’m going to be so late. Germany is going to glare me to death,” Alfred said as he started gathering his papers from where they were scattered on the floor. “Not that his glare has much effect on me. I’m too heroic for that.”
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Alfred nodded to Francis and dashed off the elevator, coming to a screeching halt in front of Arthur.
“Thank heavens. I was just about to come up and get you, but the elevator was taking absolute ages. Meeting was postponed for another few hours. Apparently Italy doesn’t keep the tightest schedule. I should have figured that’d be the case.” The petite island nation squared his shoulders and huffed then jabbed Alfred in the chest with a pointer finger. “And what the hell took you so long? I sent you up thirty minutes ago.”
Francis sighed, watching the two from the elevator where he was unseen. He felt a tinge of jealousy as Alfred laughed away his elevator problems and embraced the suddenly flustered island nation. He didn’t wait to see how Arthur reacted, instead pushing the button to the tenth floor and beginning his ascent, leaving the two to their budding romance. After all, it was none of his business anymore what Arthur did, just so long as he was happy.
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Fin. I hope I managed to fix all the typos. I wrote this at 2 in the morning. Anyhow, I hope this is what you were looking for. I'm not too used to writing France, but I did try my best.
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“But don’t you dare let him slip through your fingers by second guessing yourself. He’s finally opening up to someone after years of shoving people away. He needs you.” The words were tinged with bitterness and resignation. “Arthur…doesn’t just let someone this close to him for petty reasons. Treasure him, Amerique. He’s worth so much more than you can imagine. Worth more than you probably even deserve. If you manage to screw this up, you’ll destroy him. Don’t think it’s not possible. It was you after all who nearly ripped him apart the first time. The fact that he’s willing to forgive must mean something, even if I was the only one who gave a damn about him the following years. I had stop him from going completely crazy after that. I had to watch him slowly recede into his shell until he wouldn’t even talk to me.” He closed his eyes.
“H-hey, y-you helped in my war of independence! The blame doesn’t fall completely on me!” America gritted his teeth, eyes flashing in what little light there was. “And you know what, I will take care of him, dammit. I won’t let him down.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Ever again.”
“Good. That’s all what I wanted to hear.”
“Huh?” Alfred blinked then nodded. “Right.” He straightened considerably, running a hand through his hair. That look of uncertainty was replaced with fresh resolve.
The two sat in absolute silence for the next ten minutes...
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I apologize. This is probably the tiniest bit annoying.
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Beautiful fill anon! <3 I found it very believable and quite touching really. Just what I needed. Loved it!
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Hon, you already know I love your work, and I can't reiterate it enough. America's uncertainty and France's bitterness worked so well together, and you have such a wonderful muse for serious!France, even if you don't think so..
Honestly, I do like the rewritten section better than the original. Not that it was bad at first, but it does give a better glimpse at both Iggy's problems and sheds a bit of light on all the resentment that France is trying so hard to hide. I know I threw fits and flipped shit at first, but it really does add to the story. And it's so nice to see an author who's willing to take a critique and actually work with it rather than pitching a fit and condemning poor reviewer!anon to hell. It's not a skill I excel in, so at least one of is isn't a total bitch. XD
HOWEVER. HOWEVER, HOWEVER, HOWEVER.
I'm just wondering... Where was France's dick? How could you write an entire fill focusing on him and not have his cock flapping wildly in the wind? Take note, love, that if there is an open orifice, Francis' penis can and will figure out a way to get inside. I'm actually surprised that you didn't have Alfie and him have their little heart to heart while the Frenchman was screwing our poor hero senseless. We all know he's a better lay than stuffy old England anyway. Duh.
And another thing, I really think you should have spelled Arther's name correctly. I mean, I know you mean well and all, but I get so damn tired of telling you it's A-R-T-H-E-R. Seriously, you'd think you could figure that out on your own by now, but no. No you can't. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Also, Mr. America. He should've been eating a hamburger. It's actually a contractual agreement that whenever someone uses Alfred in their work, he needs at least 10 burgers per scene. Quite frankly, I'm appalled that you didn't know that, and I think you should maybe do a little more research before your next piece. Just sayin', dearie.
On a final note, I'm sorely disappointed by the stunning lack of mpreg!LietPol in this fill. What the hell were you thinking, anyway? Wait, no, don't answer. I don't want to know about your LietPol fail.
That is all.
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I totally agree about the mpreg Lietpol thing, but I have to contest the dick!rape notion. In section 10, paragraph 3 of Hetalia!Fanon volume 2 it states that "In times of depression, angst, or seriousness Francis Bonnefoy's dick becomes under-enthused and avoids contact anyone who is not of English nationality, this includes masturbation." Please actually /read/ the rules before randomly throwing out critique like that. You sound uneducated and uninformed, and a!anon doesn't deserve that.
As for the hamburger thing, if a!anon paid Alfred in hamburgers following the writing of the fill, that is also an acceptable interpretation of said contract for using his likeness in any literary work.
All that aside--seriously, some people shouldn't be allowed near keyboards, sheesh--I'd like to say that I enjoyed the fill. Reminded me of my childhoo--wait. But seriously, nice job.
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You are now my favorite anon.
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