The woes of an unremarkable American [2/3]
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:20:13 UTC
shit i really do fail. Forgot to name the first part. >__<''
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The Canadian finally found it in him to get his mind working properly again, so he got up and began to make his way to the kitchen to make himself something delicious to eat -- more or less, though, he just wanted to drown his anger in maple syrup. On the way there, however, he happened to pass by the mail slot, and picked up the mail.
Bills, bills, a letter from America that Matthew ignored (See how he likes it!), flyers, a postcard from Poland (with a picture of Myslewicki Palace in Warsaw on it)...
"Wow, America, I like totally didn't know you were into that kind of thing!"
Matthew stopped right there to save himself from a headache that would have surely resulted.
"Ah, America! Did you know that I invented this style of bondage?" Korea asked, leaning over Canada. If he hadn't had a cloth bound around his mouth, he would have told Korea that no, he didn't, and that we wasn't America. That actually may not have been possible anyhow, considering that the blond couldn't even think straight through the pleasure that was coursing through him as Korea thrust in sharply over and over.
Just after Canada let out a cry to accompany his orgasm, Korea met his own release. Even though he'd completely expected it, Matthew still felt a rather large amount of anger grip him at hearing the other scream for Alfred.
So much for avoiding the headache.
When he finally reached the kitchen, Matthew immediately went into his secret cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Quebec's finest maple syrup that he had forgotten was supposed to be a present from the Prime Minister to America (he had accepted it with much displeasure that even his own political figurehead could forget who he was). Deciding that it was probably not a good idea to cook while he was angry (he would surely make a mess and that would only give him more reason to fume), he decided that putting the syrup on ice cream was just as good. So he went to the freezer and looked inside...
... only to find that ice cream Cuba had brought him a few days ago.
"America?! Hey, how did you get in here? And you... you bastard! Ruining my bedsheets! You're really gonna get it now--!"
"Damn!" Matthew yelled, deciding to just forget about the maple syrup and the ice cream and everything else because somehow it would just remind him of how everyone mistook him for Alfred. Hell, Alfred himself mistook Canada for America!
Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:29:23 UTC
"Ah... fuck!" Alfred cried out as Canada jerked him off quickly and skillfully. "Dammit... more!"
"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned on beyond all reason. if he hadn't been hard before, now he was painfully so, even without all the ropes Korea had used.
Francis thrust in slowly, sensuously, making his protégé nearly scream in pleasure. It was perfect -- no wonder France was so proud of his sexual prowess --
"Oh... yes... Francis, you are so good..."
Yeah. France didn't think he was fucking America. He thought he was fucking himself. Either he was a narcissist, or Matthew really was a better partner than he though, but he was leaning towards the former because come on, it was France.
"Damn it!" Canada yelled, slamming his fist on to the table. In his rage, he hadn't noticed his trusted companion sitting across from him. Kumajirou tilted his head to the side.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked. Canada looked up, practically ready to fling himself out the window in upset.
"Why doesn't anybody know who I am?" He asked, tone pleading and borderline desperate. "I... I just don't get it! I try so hard to make them recognize me, but... but...!"
"If they don't know, then tell them, America," the polar bear said simply. And that was it. The last straw. The top had blown. Canada was reduced to nothing more than a large mass of red, shaking flesh spewing every curse and vulgarity and hockey penalty he knew. For once, Kumajirou knew he had gone too far and decided to leave the room before Canada made him into a living hockey puck.
Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 11 2009, 05:29:43 UTC
Huh? Why would Canada be bashing heads? He wasn't even in this.
(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
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The Canadian finally found it in him to get his mind working properly again, so he got up and began to make his way to the kitchen to make himself something delicious to eat -- more or less, though, he just wanted to drown his anger in maple syrup. On the way there, however, he happened to pass by the mail slot, and picked up the mail.
Bills, bills, a letter from America that Matthew ignored (See how he likes it!), flyers, a postcard from Poland (with a picture of Myslewicki Palace in Warsaw on it)...
"Wow, America, I like totally didn't know you were into that kind of thing!"
Matthew stopped right there to save himself from a headache that would have surely resulted.
"Ah, America! Did you know that I invented this style of bondage?" Korea asked, leaning over Canada. If he hadn't had a cloth bound around his mouth, he would have told Korea that no, he didn't, and that we wasn't America. That actually may not have been possible anyhow, considering that the blond couldn't even think straight through the pleasure that was coursing through him as Korea thrust in sharply over and over.
Just after Canada let out a cry to accompany his orgasm, Korea met his own release. Even though he'd completely expected it, Matthew still felt a rather large amount of anger grip him at hearing the other scream for Alfred.
So much for avoiding the headache.
When he finally reached the kitchen, Matthew immediately went into his secret cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Quebec's finest maple syrup that he had forgotten was supposed to be a present from the Prime Minister to America (he had accepted it with much displeasure that even his own political figurehead could forget who he was). Deciding that it was probably not a good idea to cook while he was angry (he would surely make a mess and that would only give him more reason to fume), he decided that putting the syrup on ice cream was just as good. So he went to the freezer and looked inside...
... only to find that ice cream Cuba had brought him a few days ago.
"America?! Hey, how did you get in here? And you... you bastard! Ruining my bedsheets! You're really gonna get it now--!"
"Damn!" Matthew yelled, deciding to just forget about the maple syrup and the ice cream and everything else because somehow it would just remind him of how everyone mistook him for Alfred. Hell, Alfred himself mistook Canada for America!
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"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned on beyond all reason. if he hadn't been hard before, now he was painfully so, even without all the ropes Korea had used.
Francis thrust in slowly, sensuously, making his protégé nearly scream in pleasure. It was perfect -- no wonder France was so proud of his sexual prowess --
"Oh... yes... Francis, you are so good..."
Yeah. France didn't think he was fucking America. He thought he was fucking himself. Either he was a narcissist, or Matthew really was a better partner than he though, but he was leaning towards the former because come on, it was France.
"Damn it!" Canada yelled, slamming his fist on to the table. In his rage, he hadn't noticed his trusted companion sitting across from him. Kumajirou tilted his head to the side.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked. Canada looked up, practically ready to fling himself out the window in upset.
"Why doesn't anybody know who I am?" He asked, tone pleading and borderline desperate. "I... I just don't get it! I try so hard to make them recognize me, but... but...!"
"If they don't know, then tell them, America," the polar bear said simply. And that was it. The last straw. The top had blown. Canada was reduced to nothing more than a large mass of red, shaking flesh spewing every curse and vulgarity and hockey penalty he knew. For once, Kumajirou knew he had gone too far and decided to leave the room before Canada made him into a living hockey puck.
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WOOOOOOO fail anon fails at life. |D;;
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Have Canada bashing in heads! I demand it! (please? Pretty please?)
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(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
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Writernon is glad you enjoyed~~ : D
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this anon LOVED IT! ;D
you should totally write more of this!
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if I ever did though, it would be posted in my journal. Is it against the rules to link back there?
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Just wanted to say that DEAR GOOOOOD. When America screamed "Oh God! America!" I CAAAAAAAME.
My heart. It is yours.
(ReCaptcha says scarfing then. So Korea used scarfs for bondage. Okay.)
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