Hetalia kink meme part 22
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I'd like to see how Canada manages to finagle Russia into this for the sole express purpose of pissing off America. Canada's lust/love for Russia is entirely nonexistent (at least to start, I certainly don't mind seeing it evolve into something more!) and he is literally only doing this as a giant "fuck you, eh?"
Russia is either in on the joke or not, author's choice - but either way, he certainly doesn't mind pissing off America either. The guy's got like fifty years experience doing that. ;D
The eventual outcome of the "relationship" and who thinks what of the other after like three months is entirely up to authornon.
Bonus: Ukraine isn't in on the joke... but Belarus is.
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I swear to god guys, I'm not an idiot....
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So... Yes. This is my first kink-meme-post-anon-thing so I'm sorry if it's too short of whatever I don't know how the fug to do this. I apologize for any language if you didn't want it and please let me know what you think.
Just to clear things up though, this is the first half of the prologue/chapter one. (Btw sorry its so short..)
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~Prologue Part 1/2~
A long sigh escaped Matthew’s lips as he flopped back onto his bed, groaning in pain soon after. Honestly, this was the last time he played baseball with his brother. He may have said that the last time, and the time before that, but this time he meant it! It was getting ridiculous; and the fact that he completely ignored him afterwards surely didn’t help!
It’s not like he wanted to play, anyways. It’s just that every time Alfred asked him, he used those puppy-dog eyes and... Well, it was a bit of a weakness for him. Not anymore, though. He would avoid his brother at all costs if it meant he wouldn’t get brutally assaulted by that damn baseball again.
Well, he thought sadly, I guess this is as good a time as any to consult the opinions of strangers on the Internet... He leaned forward slightly to grab and pull his laptop from his side table, knocking a few issues of The Montreal Canadiens Magazine to the floor, contributing to the rest of the mess.
Matthew was usually considered a neat, organized person by strangers or the other nations, but obviously, they hadn’t seen his house. Clothes and sports equipment lay everywhere from on tables to the floor to hanging off of ceiling fans. His prized hockey stick was the only thing that was kept away from the mess, hanging above his bed in a sort of shrine. He, himself, had hand made that stick from one of the only intact parts of the first white house in 1814, and Alfred still shuddered at the sight of it.
He opened his first tab to Facebook, (because come on, who didn’t?) and opened another one to one of his most visited web pages over the past few years; ‘Community Helping Losers’. It was a bit harsh, he admitted, but it had helped him out a lot during some of his family (read: Alfred) crises.
A few minutes into his browsing, he noticed a small icon flashing in the corner of the screen. Oh, he had a message! He opened it eagerly, hoping to find out what this stranger had in store for him.
‘Piss him off until he can’t ignore you anymore. Do you know anyone he hates? Get into their pants. And then tell him about it in GREAT DETAIL!
P.S. Tell me too...’
Well, he didn’t say strangers we’re always reliable.
A faint beep brought his attention to the tab open on Facebook, it appears Gilbert had messaged him. Great. When was that man not online?
‘Hey Birdie! What are you doing on today? Are they ignoring you that much?’
He huffed slightly, typing slowly as he knew it bugged the impatient Prussian. ‘Hey Gil. What do you mean are ‘they’ ignoring me? Who’s ‘they’?’
‘Uh... Are you not at the world conference meeting right now?’
Matthew snapped his head toward the calender on his wall, only to find it missing. “Shit, shit, shit...” He leaped up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and took to searching the floor for his calendar. He ended up finding his phone, first, and groaned out a fairly long string of curses in french. There was indeed a meeting today. And he was late.
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This is part 0.5/? ... If you really don't like this, I can retry or give up altogether... Sorry... (Also, I didn't realize how technology/chat-ish it was. I hate it. The rest of the story will not be like that, and if I can help it, there won't be anymore chat stuff. Unless you want there to be..?
I also see Prussia as one of Canada's best friends, and he also hates the thought of Canada with his sort of nemesis kind of person.. Let me know if you have anything to say and i apologize if it wasnt up to your expectations or anything. (And if anyone could help me understand how to post stuff, that'd be great. I also need a title further on.)
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WHAT WHAT NO OMG
DUDE THIS IS AWESOME AND AMAZING AND ASFKJHADFKLJAHDF *flail*
<333 iiiiiiii totally can't believe someone is filling this. Thank you, anon!!!
I love love love love the start so far. I'm super excited to see what the rest of it is. *hugs youuu* you should be more confident, it's fantastic!
I have a feeling Prussia would very much not dig the thought of RusCan :3 We definitely agree there. Chat-style is okay for sure, whatever you feel works best for the story you're planning!
Anon, continue however you like! You're the author and I trust your judgment :) Most meme requesters I think are just super excited to get a fill (I included!! can you tell from my insane amount of exclamation points!!) and I've seen some fills be almost entirely off-base with the original request and they still rocked hardcore. Part of the fun is finding out where the author will go with your request since we don't exactly have a hivemind and you may have totally different amazing ideas that I didn't even consider. Pluswhich, this is shaping up to be really interesting so far :3 I'm intrigued to see where you take it!
(btw - you'll want to post notices on the Fill List here http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18224.html . I found this only because I have it bookmarked and I keep checking back but most people rely on the fill list for notices on updates and new fills. Just follow the general format that other people have got going - your subject should be something like, oh idk, "part 22 - RusCan relationship of convenience" so that it shows what meme part the fill is from, and then the comment should be something to point people to the fic, like a link to the request and the fill.)
(btw to the btw - I, uh, can't help you with the title ^^; I suck at titles. Like ... mega suck. Like literally all my titles have all sucked. Sometimes I'll just put "fill" as the title for meme stuff. Super original, eh? :'D)
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(I kinda wanna bitch about "nothing left of the White House" because the stone walls were left intact, but that's my OCD talking.)
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There's nothing really wrong with chat-sy things in it, it kind of fits for s modern story.
You're doing fine! Keep going (if you want).
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Canada ran past the other, empty conference rooms, rushing towards the large, wooden double doors at the end of the hall. He was already late more than an hour, and he was already starting to question why he was even going to the meeting in the first place. It’s not like anyone ever noticed him. If anyone did, it was Francis or Alfred, and even that was getting rare.
He shook his head of those thoughts, running faster. He was quickly approaching the door, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do. He needed to get noticed. And fast. But what was the easiest way to get the attention of the other nations? Of anyone?
His focus was instantly lost as he collided face first with the door, emanating a large ‘bang’. He fell back, swearing and rubbing his forehead. Well wasn’t this just a wonderful addition to his wonderful day.
“You are okay?” Canada glanced up at a familiar voice, then looked even higher to see the face of Russia. That childish face... It was almost as if he was begging to be taken advantage of.
Canada pulled a small glass bottle of maple syrup from his front coat pocket and took a quick swig, distracting himself from the pain with a rather sweet substitute. “Yes, Russia, I’m just fine. Just perfect.” He watched a hand stick out in front of his face and took it gratefully, not having to do much as the large man pulled him to his feet.
“It made no sense how others did not hear your collision with door.” Annoyance crossed Canada’s face as he looked to the cheerful smile on the other’s face.
“It really doesn’t, does it? No sense at all.” Maybe... Just maybe... Canada could convince Russia to take part in his heist to get his brother’s attention. Actually, it might be better if he was less... educated... on his guile, considering the large, and highly painful pipe that lay just beneath the fabric of his coat. Hmm... Not a bad idea, indeed.
“Matvey is sure he is okay?” The large eyes took on a air of feigned concern, and patted Canada on the head lightly.
A small, slightly forced smile started to appear on Canada’s face before he nodded. “Yes, Matvey is sure. Let’s just go back to the...” He looked up again to see Russia gone, probably already back in his seat in the conference room, and once again no one was paying attention to him. He sighed quietly, “Meeting.” He whispered.
He pushed on the door, only to find it locked. Canada’s eyes widened, No, He thought, No, No, No. NO! He pressed both hand to the door and pushed as hard as he could. No such luck. Turning around, he leaned against the door, sliding down until he was sitting. Canada let his head fall back against the door, closing his eyes and trying to listen to what was going on just inside it.
Strangely enough, though, he heard high heels making their way down the hall. He turned his head to see one of the waitresses that delivered coffee to the meeting. Her curly blond hair bounced slightly as she nearly skipped down the hall, hummimg a light tune on her way.
Canada got to his feet, gesturing to the door behind him as he quietly called out to her, “Um, this door seems to be locked. Would you happen to have the key?”
The young woman, probably around the age of 18, completely ignored him. She jumped to a halt in front of the other door, straightening her uniform before pulling open the door.
Watching dumbly as the door easily opened for her, he quickly stuffed his foot between the closing doors and pulled it open just enough to squeeze through.
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This part ended up too long and I had to split it up into two smaller parts. Hope you don't mind! This was rather uneventful and I promise it will end up progressing somewhat! Hope you don't mind asshole Canada as well, cause he's a bit of a manipulative little bâtard in this part. ... XD
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The meeting looked rather boring and uneventful. Well, less eventful than it usually was, anyway. All it really consisted of was America arguing with England arguing with France, France groping a large number of nations, and a large number of nations punching France in the face. Greece was sleeping again, Belarus was creepily polishing her knives while her sister Ukraine was crying, and Germany kept looking more and more irritated with Italy’s clingy, touchy-feeliness as the meeting went on.
Canada sighed quietly, making his way to the only seat left available. He wondered why they even left a seat for him when they hardly ever acknowledged him or his nation. He let out a huff as he sat between Russia and Prussia. Obviously no one would want to sit beside those two, and the ones that had taken it as their responsibility had been their own family.
As soon as he sat down, it appeared the world had continued it’s cruel game of ‘Let’s make Canada’s day miserable’, and dubbed the ex-nation sitting next to him one of the many participants. A long, highly frustrating finger jabbed into his side.
"Hey! Hey Kanada!" He flinched slightly, but managed to remain as composed as one could when the Prussian was in one of his annoyance streaks. "Kanada! Hey, Kanada!" The finger poked his side again, Prussia eventually moving it to his ribs as well as adding sound effects.
“Nya! Nya nya!” After a few moments of not getting a reaction, he brought in backup; his other hand soon moving in slow motion towards his cheek with a low whistle and bringing it down with an exaggerated, drawn out explosion noise.
Canada closed his eyes, knowing that no one really payed attention to him, nor Prussia, but still feeling obligated to retain at least some of his dignity. Prussia made a move to drop another bomb on his face when Canada heard a small cough beside him. His head snapped to the side to spot the Russian nation looking down on him and the albino that was nearly in his lap at this point.
“Prussia, I believe you should go back to your seat before you brother’s head explodes.” A small glint of amusement hid behind the childish expression, which, in turn, hid the murderous look that Canada knew was hiding. “No matter how entertaining it would be to watch the weak little Italy crying, and Comrade England fussing about the stains it would leave on the carpet.” Ah, there it is...
Canada frowned at the statement, thinking about how Arthur wouldn’t have even cared about the stains considering the meetings were being held in Geneva this time around. It took him a whole other minute to gape openly at the Russian. Did he honestly only see Prussia? Even after their little meeting of sorts in the hall? Russia just looked around the long table, completely overlooking his existence once again.
He sighed again, wishing he had brought Kumataro to the meeting today. In all honestly, he had forgotten to bring him. Figures.
This was going to be a long meeting.
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Just realize how long this took to finish. *facepalm* I hate myself.
But! It's not entirely my fault, you know! I recently found that RusCan fic 'Giving In', and I'm a bit obsessed. Best fic ever. But it makes me sad how much better it is than mine are lol
Oh my goodness, I should probably explain about Pussia first! See, I kind of have this head-cannon that Gilbert and Matthew are, like, total BFFs. ... Except Gilbo is a bit annoying. I have the whole thing thought out, really. If you want the plot, just let me know and I'll let you know what I'm thinking. (But I think that ruins the fun. Justa lil bit.)
If you want any characters or countries to have a bigger part in this, let me know. Tell me any preferences or things you want me to change or stuff you hate the idea of or anything like that okay I'm done.
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I <3 your PruCan friendship headcanon. Oh! May I suggest Prussia and Belarus conspiring to find out what's going on when Russia and Canada get involved? Just seems like that'd be funny.
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what you have done is turned Canada into a pathetic and insecure lump. He doubts why he even attends the meeting!
Now i'll quote you:
"He needed to get noticed. And fast. But what was the easiest way to get the attention of the other nations?"
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"Maybe... Just maybe... Canada could convince Russia to take part in his heist to get his brother’s attention."
This fill is not about getting America's attention! it's about pissing him off.
these things may appear similiar, but they really, really aren't. The Canada the OP requested would be confident and angry. He'd be doing this because he feels like he deserves more than the treatment he's getting.
your Canada is scheming in a childish attempt to have people notice him because he's lonely and pathetic.
i hope that either you do some serious thinking about where you're taking this fill or someone else fills it the way OP wants.
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pissing someone off is not the same as 'boohoo i'm so lonely'. yes, it's asking for attention, but there are other goals than just someone noticing him and giving him a pat on the back.
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The author here seems to at least be trying to fulfill the prompt, just not the way you think it ought to be. Part of the thing with kink memes is that you may not get what you want. Authors are free to interpret things their own way, and none of us are entitled to only have characterizations we like. That includes you.
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you've missed my point completely, and i'm done speaking with you.
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