Hopefully something kinda-sorta what OP wanted. I love superstition in general, and Japanese superstition always gives me shivers, but I couldn't pull off the pairings (fourings?) the OP wanted. Hope this will do instead.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Vier, in Ludwig's heavy, clipped language.
Quattro, in Feliciano's lilting, musical tongue.
Four.
Shi.
Death.
A number Honda Kiku has been taught to fear since his early days, when his days were occupied with nothing but the gentle breath of the rice growing, his little hands growing stronger as he drew Big Brother China's pictures in the sands of his lonely island.
Four is unlucky. Divisible. A sure sign of misfortune to anyone who happens to draw it.
He thinks of this, thinks of the four who oppose him and the nations he supports. Thinks of it and shivers despite the warmth of Ludwig's back, pressed sweaty against his chest and belly. He closes his eyes and pushes into the German's slick, gripping heat, warms himself in Ludwig's groan, Feliciano's answering trill of pleasure, their bodies moving in counterpoint, shaking the bed.
Three is a safe number. Tre. Drei. San. Three is strength barely restrained, three is power and desire. Three is the feel of Feliciano's feet pushing against the mattress, taking Ludwig deeper into himself and faster, Ludwig tightening as he answers with a thrust hard enough that Honda nearly slips out of him, all three moaning as Honda forcefully reasserts himself in the encounter.
It's a mess, Feliciano shuddering and twisting and calling out in his musical language, pulling Ludwig down for a sloppy, ridiculously arousing kiss as he comes, his own fingers tangled in his long curl of hair, tugging on it in rhythm with Ludwig's strong hand tugging at his cock. He shivers and writhes when Ludwig pulls out of him, doesn't move from his place on the mattress, sticky and messy and panting and watching, unashamed, as his companions continue without him, more desperate than before.
Two. Due. Zwei. Ni. No more kissing, no more touching. Nothing but thrusting and grunting and panting, Ludwig's tight heat pulling at Honda's restraint, Feliciano's semen smeared along Ludwig's length as he takes himself in hand.
"Nnh. Nnh."
Honda watches, waits. Thrusts hard and steady, the perfect even tempo that he knows will be his partner's undoing but can't help but fall into anyway, and Ludwig tries-struggles, as always-but succumbs, growling as his restraint crumbles and he comes, strong muscles shaking, his pale cheeks flushed crimson. Feliciano moves with him, adds as best he can to Ludwig's pleasure, murmuring sweetly in his own language as Ludwig pants and shudders and makes a mess of him of him, for once unobjecting to the little kisses Feliciano peppers across his cheeks and shoulders and chest.
"Hold me," Feliciano says, lying back and pulling Ludwig with him, leaving Honda to touch himself. "Mmm, Germany~."
Always close, always last, no matter what Feliciano and Ludwig may do to prolong their own involvement. Alone, uno, ein, ichi. Honda wraps his hand around himself and does what he needs to do, closes his eyes when Feliciano turns to nuzzle against the Iron Cross Ludwig wears even in bed. He comes when his body is ready, slips out of the bed to clean himself of his own semen, of his partners' sweat.
When he returns, the bed is empty, the shadows of the four standing beside it cast long in the evening light.
"Do you see, now?" they say.
He nods. He does see.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Even when hidden away in the pleasure of three.
I'm no history buff, but I did read up on things while writing this: Italy surrendered first, then attacked Germany, hence his coming first and "attacking" Germany after; Japan surrendered last, after Germany's surrender. And if you can't figure out who the four are at the end, then you suck even worse at history than I do, and that's saying something. :P
HOLY FUCKING WIN!!!
anonymous
April 8 2009, 18:11:14 UTC
OMG anon. I ship these three so hard, and there isn't enough, and then you write
THIS SPECTACULAR THING FLAILSQUEE I LOVE YOU!!!
Every thread was woven together so perfectly, the subtle history and the smokin' smut and the sheer chill-inducing reflections on superstition, all foreboding and ominous and we know what happens. It flowed so beautifully together, perfectly meshed, and also
HOT HOT HOT SIZZLING HOT
and they were so IC, with Italy trilling and nuzzling and being affectionate, and Japan fierce and reserved, and Germany needy but stoic
AND ALSO DID I MENTION RIDICULOUSLY HOT??? (Especially that position, OMG YES DO WANT BEST SANDWICH EVER, but also the way you described it, the sensual touches, the sounds and sensations, fuck so awesome.)
Re: HOLY FUCKING WIN!!!
anonymous
April 12 2009, 15:32:26 UTC
T-thank you! Your comment has pleased the writer to the point of blushing! :D
I agree, best sandwich ever ... need to find an artistanon to draw this, because I couldn't draw my way out of a paper bag. *laughs* I'm so glad you liked it!
*sneaks your comment away to nibble because it's so sweet* *^_^*
LATE OP IS LATE
anonymous
April 10 2009, 16:58:10 UTC
THIS IS AMAZING. YOU ARE AMAZING!
asdgahsgfaksdf! Japan topping Germany topping Italy - but as close as they are, Japan is ultimately apart from them, removed and observant. So dreamy and heavy and hot and chilling - how'd you even DO that!? Goddamn. So unexpected (didn't anyone would fill that prompt after so long), but I loved it!
Also: Don't worry about the pairings/characters in the request not being in the fill, I just picked out the four tetraphobic nations mentioned in the wikipedia article, I was just eager to see what could come out of this particular superstition. You did good ♥
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=2067576#t2067576
Hopefully something kinda-sorta what OP wanted. I love superstition in general, and Japanese superstition always gives me shivers, but I couldn't pull off the pairings (fourings?) the OP wanted. Hope this will do instead.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Vier, in Ludwig's heavy, clipped language.
Quattro, in Feliciano's lilting, musical tongue.
Four.
Shi.
Death.
A number Honda Kiku has been taught to fear since his early days, when his days were occupied with nothing but the gentle breath of the rice growing, his little hands growing stronger as he drew Big Brother China's pictures in the sands of his lonely island.
Four is unlucky. Divisible. A sure sign of misfortune to anyone who happens to draw it.
He thinks of this, thinks of the four who oppose him and the nations he supports. Thinks of it and shivers despite the warmth of Ludwig's back, pressed sweaty against his chest and belly. He closes his eyes and pushes into the German's slick, gripping heat, warms himself in Ludwig's groan, Feliciano's answering trill of pleasure, their bodies moving in counterpoint, shaking the bed.
Three is a safe number. Tre. Drei. San. Three is strength barely restrained, three is power and desire. Three is the feel of Feliciano's feet pushing against the mattress, taking Ludwig deeper into himself and faster, Ludwig tightening as he answers with a thrust hard enough that Honda nearly slips out of him, all three moaning as Honda forcefully reasserts himself in the encounter.
It's a mess, Feliciano shuddering and twisting and calling out in his musical language, pulling Ludwig down for a sloppy, ridiculously arousing kiss as he comes, his own fingers tangled in his long curl of hair, tugging on it in rhythm with Ludwig's strong hand tugging at his cock. He shivers and writhes when Ludwig pulls out of him, doesn't move from his place on the mattress, sticky and messy and panting and watching, unashamed, as his companions continue without him, more desperate than before.
Two. Due. Zwei. Ni. No more kissing, no more touching. Nothing but thrusting and grunting and panting, Ludwig's tight heat pulling at Honda's restraint, Feliciano's semen smeared along Ludwig's length as he takes himself in hand.
"Nnh. Nnh."
Honda watches, waits. Thrusts hard and steady, the perfect even tempo that he knows will be his partner's undoing but can't help but fall into anyway, and Ludwig tries-struggles, as always-but succumbs, growling as his restraint crumbles and he comes, strong muscles shaking, his pale cheeks flushed crimson. Feliciano moves with him, adds as best he can to Ludwig's pleasure, murmuring sweetly in his own language as Ludwig pants and shudders and makes a mess of him of him, for once unobjecting to the little kisses Feliciano peppers across his cheeks and shoulders and chest.
"Hold me," Feliciano says, lying back and pulling Ludwig with him, leaving Honda to touch himself. "Mmm, Germany~."
Always close, always last, no matter what Feliciano and Ludwig may do to prolong their own involvement. Alone, uno, ein, ichi. Honda wraps his hand around himself and does what he needs to do, closes his eyes when Feliciano turns to nuzzle against the Iron Cross Ludwig wears even in bed. He comes when his body is ready, slips out of the bed to clean himself of his own semen, of his partners' sweat.
When he returns, the bed is empty, the shadows of the four standing beside it cast long in the evening light.
"Do you see, now?" they say.
He nods. He does see.
Four has always meant misfortune, meant death.
Even when hidden away in the pleasure of three.
I'm no history buff, but I did read up on things while writing this: Italy surrendered first, then attacked Germany, hence his coming first and "attacking" Germany after; Japan surrendered last, after Germany's surrender. And if you can't figure out who the four are at the end, then you suck even worse at history than I do, and that's saying something. :P
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THIS SPECTACULAR THING FLAILSQUEE I LOVE YOU!!!
Every thread was woven together so perfectly, the subtle history and the smokin' smut and the sheer chill-inducing reflections on superstition, all foreboding and ominous and we know what happens. It flowed so beautifully together, perfectly meshed, and also
HOT HOT HOT SIZZLING HOT
and they were so IC, with Italy trilling and nuzzling and being affectionate, and Japan fierce and reserved, and Germany needy but stoic
AND ALSO DID I MENTION RIDICULOUSLY HOT??? (Especially that position, OMG YES DO WANT BEST SANDWICH EVER, but also the way you described it, the sensual touches, the sounds and sensations, fuck so awesome.)
This is. So wonderful. I love love love it.
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I agree, best sandwich ever ... need to find an artistanon to draw this, because I couldn't draw my way out of a paper bag. *laughs* I'm so glad you liked it!
*sneaks your comment away to nibble because it's so sweet* *^_^*
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YOU ARE AMAZING!
asdgahsgfaksdf! Japan topping Germany topping Italy - but as close as they are, Japan is ultimately apart from them, removed and observant. So dreamy and heavy and hot and chilling - how'd you even DO that!? Goddamn. So unexpected (didn't anyone would fill that prompt after so long), but I loved it!
Also: Don't worry about the pairings/characters in the request not being in the fill, I just picked out the four tetraphobic nations mentioned in the wikipedia article, I was just eager to see what could come out of this particular superstition. You did good ♥
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I'm new to Hetalia, didn't realize how long ago your prompt was posted. WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE ELSE WRITE IT it's such a good prompt!
You've put a big dumb grin on my face, I'll wear it all day. *^_^*
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