That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 04:38:01 UTC
"I have an idea," she suddenly declared. She grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the bed. He fell over with an undignified yelp and found himself trapped beneath her, his hips clamped between her thighs, her breasts hanging an inch above his face while she swept his arms up and did something with--oh, that was his tie, wasn't it, and--she'd tied him to the bed? All of a sudden he thought this might, at least, be better than all those pairings with France.
Still, he protested, "Hungary, please, the script--"
"Just says we have to finish with that perversion," she replied, and jammed one of her stockings in his mouth. He coughed. "There's no reason we can't warm up with something a little more to both our tastes, don't you agree?"
He gaped at her. She wound back and slapped him across the face. "You answer me when I ask you a question," she ordered. "Don't you agree, I said."
He nodded energetically.
Hungary smiled sunnily, and shimmied down his body. She glanced up at him and said, "Sorry I didn't bring my saber with me today," and then her teeth sank into his inner thigh.
England screamed.
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France met him at the door when he limped home several hours later.
"So? How did it go?" was the first thing he asked.
"Fine," England replied dazedly.
France's eyebrows rose. "You mean you went through with it?"
"Yes, of course. A fill is a fill, after all." He kicked his shoes off at the landing.
France stood back from him as he lurched into the house. His expression was a combination of amazement and dismay. "I--I hardly know what to--mon ami, you have beat out Japan once and for all, I am thinking."
"Mmm. I'd like an ice pack, please. A few, actually."
"Anything you say," France marveled, and made his retreat.
It really hadn't been that bad, England reasoned, as he made his way to his office and eased down at his desk. He flicked on his computer. Nothing he cared to ever repeat, but he felt they'd made the most of a bad situation. There at the end, there had even been moments when it was rather…pleasant.
He opened up his internet browser and ignored his new message notifications. He clicked open the tab for the Kink Meme.
And she truly was an astonishing young lady. It was a pity they'd only met under such distasteful circumstances. He rather thought she was someone he might like to know better. Austria was insane for letting her get away like he did, England was sure of that. But, well, Austria's loss was his gain.
He double checked that he was logged out, then clicked the 'post a new comment' link. He flexed his fingers and thought about what to write.
He felt sure it should have something to do with sabers.
Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 05:31:31 UTC
o.o That's it, I'm hunting down for Ivan's ubiquitous bottle of vodka. And drowning myself in it.
Mostly kidding. I loved the snarky loveliness of it all, the awkwardness mingling with an admirable practicality in both of them. And then you had to turn it around by 180! Good job in perpetuating the kink. ;D
Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 06:04:10 UTC
*claps* Great job anon! I loved the sensuality and the awkwardness here, and UK being a gentleman and... just... Hungary at the end! (I was grinning like a moron at the dominance part.) So awesome. x3
Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 07:04:17 UTC
Anything with a Hungary on top is auto-WIN. You have just made something that pierced through the heavens and transcended the concept of WIN itself. *SO FUCKING SAVED*
Still, he protested, "Hungary, please, the script--"
"Just says we have to finish with that perversion," she replied, and jammed one of her stockings in his mouth. He coughed. "There's no reason we can't warm up with something a little more to both our tastes, don't you agree?"
He gaped at her. She wound back and slapped him across the face. "You answer me when I ask you a question," she ordered. "Don't you agree, I said."
He nodded energetically.
Hungary smiled sunnily, and shimmied down his body. She glanced up at him and said, "Sorry I didn't bring my saber with me today," and then her teeth sank into his inner thigh.
England screamed.
---
France met him at the door when he limped home several hours later.
"So? How did it go?" was the first thing he asked.
"Fine," England replied dazedly.
France's eyebrows rose. "You mean you went through with it?"
"Yes, of course. A fill is a fill, after all." He kicked his shoes off at the landing.
France stood back from him as he lurched into the house. His expression was a combination of amazement and dismay. "I--I hardly know what to--mon ami, you have beat out Japan once and for all, I am thinking."
"Mmm. I'd like an ice pack, please. A few, actually."
"Anything you say," France marveled, and made his retreat.
It really hadn't been that bad, England reasoned, as he made his way to his office and eased down at his desk. He flicked on his computer. Nothing he cared to ever repeat, but he felt they'd made the most of a bad situation. There at the end, there had even been moments when it was rather…pleasant.
He opened up his internet browser and ignored his new message notifications. He clicked open the tab for the Kink Meme.
And she truly was an astonishing young lady. It was a pity they'd only met under such distasteful circumstances. He rather thought she was someone he might like to know better. Austria was insane for letting her get away like he did, England was sure of that. But, well, Austria's loss was his gain.
He double checked that he was logged out, then clicked the 'post a new comment' link. He flexed his fingers and thought about what to write.
He felt sure it should have something to do with sabers.
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Mostly kidding. I loved the snarky loveliness of it all, the awkwardness mingling with an admirable practicality in both of them. And then you had to turn it around by 180! Good job in perpetuating the kink. ;D
ironic reCAPTCHA: "outrage worst"
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A++++ fill, anon. You aced this horrible, wrong request.
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