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America knew that if he didn’t get them out of there and into the meeting room fast, his plan might not work. So he simply tugged England’s pants up for him, ignoring his protests about ‘Blah blah blah don’t be so rough you’ll tear them blah blah’ and smoothing out his and England’s hair, starting to yank them out of the room and leaving that towel behind (Just like they always did. Poor maids… going into that little cramped back room every day and finding a sex-soiled towel every time after a meeting. But hey, they were probably used to it by now.)
“No time to talk! We’re going to be late for the meeting!” America tried to reason, with a big smile and tugging along his little game-mate. England raised one over-sized eyebrow, in that skeptic way he had a habit of doing.
“Since when were you ever concerned about being on time for something?” England questioned, starting to tug back a bit.
Bad news, bad news! America needed a way to get them both into that meeting room with no hesitation! He kept pulling along, coming up with the only reason he could think of for wanting to be on time…
“I don’t want Russia to take my seat! He keeps on trying to steal that side of the table from me and I have dibs on it!” he said, determined. It was kind of true… Russia had been eyeing that chair. DAMN! WHAT IF HE WAS SITTING IN IT RIGHT NOW?! America would NOT let that evil Russian break HIS chair! He started to speed up now and go faster down the hall. England seemed to accept this fact.
“Well there is no need to rush! Slow dow-“ England started to say, but stopped himself. America stopped in the hallway for a moment, looking back at him. England had a confused expression on his face, seeming a bit worried about something and staring down at his stomach. “That’s odd, I’m feeling a bit funny...” he started to say.
America tugged him again, continuing along down the hall, almost as the meeting door. “It will be FINE!” he said, trying to keep him walking along and not make some excuse to go to the bathroom and find out what America did. The string would be a dead giveaway. “You need to relax, England! It’s just because we fu-“
“THERE IS NO NEED TO SAY THAT OUT LOUD!” England snapped, trying to swipe out and hit America on the back of the head. America let go of England with a smirk, starting to run down the hall, England chasing him with the stubborn intent to hit him. England chased America all the way into the meeting room. Once safely inside, America stopped and sat down in his special chair, England coming up behind him and giving him a good slap in the back of the head.
The abuse was allllll worth it. Because he had gotten England inside, mind off of that odd feeling he had.
‘Just you wait England. Just you wait… that feeling is going to get a WHOLE lot more interesting in a few moments’ he thought to himself, one hand slipping inside one of his pockets and feeling the little square remote he had, pink just like what he slipped into England. America had the perfect view for the show as well. England was on the opposite side of the table, a few paces down from him. It would be easy to get a good look at him as he watched the fruits of his labor come into action.
Everyone was in the room when England sat down, so America stood up to begin the meeting, having already talked to everyone about the need to speak first and open the meeting. As he stood, the large doors leading out of the room were closed.
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“You see, my fellow nations, this is for our own safety! There have been concerns from nations about other nations sneaking out during the meetings with the excuse of just going to the bathroom but actually sending out top secret information without the knowledge of the rest of the nations! Topics we agree to discuss nowhere else besides in this room!” America said, filling his speech with all kinds of convincing power and fake care for what happened with the information exchanged in the room.
America waited while the nations in the room started to murmur with one another again, talking about what they thought of the rule. The only person to raise an opinion to this was Germany. He slowly stood up from his seat, adjusting his black leather gloves, and then clearing his throat.
“For once, I agree. This is for the good of all of us… a logical idea. Any who need to use the restroom should have done so before the meeting.” He stated, before sitting back down. The rest of the room seemed to agree, no objections rose, not even from England.
America walked back over to his seat, sitting down with a smile. Everything was going perfectly. He just needed to wait until just the right moment to strike.
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That moment came after, when it was America’s turn to present what he wanted to show the rest of the nations. He had been watching England squirm around uncomfortably in his seat for the past 30 minutes, and was overjoyed to finally get his chance to really show him what to squirm about.
America started with presenting his plan to stop the ice caps from melting.
“AND IN CONCLUSION!” he said, as he drew his speech to a close and pointing to all the charts he had brought along with him. “I think that as long as we give your money to my economy to make these STD grenades, the polar bears will die out and there will be less weight on the ice caps to make them sink into the hot water!”
The whole room was silent. No one said a word about the situation, all slowly turning their heads over to England. They knew what was coming… he was always the first to make a comment about America’s normal plans, let along the especially idiotic ones.
England was staring down at his lap, hair shadowing most of his face so it was near impossible to see his ominously calm expression. He slowly sat up in his chair, lifting his head up, glaring at America who just smiled back at him.
America slowly slid his hands into his pockets as England spoke.
“THAT. That is the most, the MOST utterllEEEEEEEEEEE GADS!”
England was talking normally up until one point. At that moment when America clicked his remote, England’s eyes got wide and he let out that mangled rest of the sentence. He tried to stand up but he instead sent himself and the chair flying backwards onto the ground. America clicked the remote off, watching as Nations crowded around the chair, America leaning over the table to see the damage.
England was laying back, eyes wide and gripping the arms of the chair for dear life, breathing a bit heavily and slightly red in the face. He waved everyone off as they asked what had happened and if he was okay, and tried to poke around at the cushion of his chair to see if there was anything there that caused…. THAT.
In the end, he ended up trading chairs with Lithuania and then started the meeting again. This time, he even stood up as he tried to talk to America.
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“Now, where were we. Talking about this silly little plan involving?” he questioned, trying to get his mind back on track.
“STD grenades and ice caps!” America said triumphantly, hands still in his pockets.
“Let me start by saying how utterly rediculo- AH!”
America pressed the clicker again. England gasped in the middle of his little speech, grabbing hold of the edge of the table. He looked like he was pushing to keep himself standing, knees shaking and pressed together as if they were going to give out at any moment. America could see of those little signs that told him England’s body was THOUROUGHLY enjoying this. To everyone else, he probably looked like he was going to faint at any moment from exhaustion or something. America had a trained eye for this however. He saw the way England arched his back, biting down on his bottom lip and eyes screwed shut trying to keep in all that noise.
And this was only the LOW setting.
America clicked the remote off again, seeing that tenseness in England melt away as he sat back down, eyes finally opening and looking down in horror, trying to figure out what the bloody hell did that.
“Well, seeing as England has nothing to say in response to my- “
“I most certainly do ha-AH!” England started, silenced once again with just a click from the remote. America stopped it only a moment after, just because he needed to prove a point.
“England, you should rest a bit! You really aren’t looking good.” America said, smirking. “All … flushed.” He clicked the remote for another moment. “Shivering” click “Weak in the knees” One more click. Each time England jumped a bit, holding onto the arms of the chair even tighter, squirming even more.
“Why don’t you just sit down and let other people do the talking?”
America knew that England wasn’t just going to sit there and take it though. He knew he was going to keep trying to speak up, but the same old little surprised reaction was going to get boring after a while. America decided to make it a little more interesting.
He established eye contact with poor little England, who still looked so innocently confused. America smirked, taking the pink remote out of his pocket just enough to England to see the button and his thumb over it. The rest of the nations were too busy talking amongst themselves so they weren’t looking. America pressed the button, and watched as England’s eyes rolled back and shut again, clutching onto his chair and biting his lip. America pressed the button once more, turning it off, winking at England when he opened his eyes again.
Nothing happened for a few moments, until it set in. England got red in the face… tomato-re. volcano red. Holy-shit-a-mother-fucking-meteor red. He was furious. Beyond that possibly. You could tell by the way his eyebrows were pushed together intensely and how England was frowning so much he was showing his teeth, silently growling.
The beautiful part was that America was save for the rest of the meeting. England would NEVER loose his gentleman-ness and kill America there! In fact, America knew that this anger was just going to fuel things and make them a bit more interesting. England was not going to go down without a fight. He was going to cut into any situation he could and try to fight through the pleasure and teach America just how easy it was to stay composed while in a secretly erotic situation.
The rules had been set. You’ve got a vibrating little devil up your ass, I’ve got the remote that sets the bitch off. If you loose your cool and start showing signs of lust and drop your gentleman-brit attitude, you loose. If you can actually stick it out and soldier on through the pleasure and not go delusional, I loose.
Rules set, game on. Now it was all up to who played the game better.
England slammed his papers down on the table and stood up, America set the controls to ‘low’.
England’s eyebrows shot up from a moment, but he seemed to be doing a good job fighting the setting off. Hands fisted, he started his rant.
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Japan, luckily (lol not) seated next to the fuming brit only have this to say. “This is nothing to get so angry about. It was just a suggestion.” He tried to explain calmly. Arthur turned to him with an angry glare.
“This is not ju-…. Just a suggestion! This is an insult to all of us as nations!” he yelled right at Japan. Japan didn’t flinch at all, only staring for a bit before he turned back and looked to the other nations to see if they had anything to say. America had to hand it to him. England was a trooper. He was doing a good job trying to push the vibrating into the back of his mind. But that was only on low… time to crank it up a notch. But first, America stopped it. He knew how to use a weapon. You can’t just fire all your ammo at once. If you are using nukes, why the hell not but not with this kind of weapon. This was going to be a long, painful and drawn out process. England seemed to relax as the feeling went away, sitting down with a sigh and wiping his forehead, smiling and thinking that he had won.
Ah, but it was only the first hour. They had so much time left to play.
The next setting came into play after the STD grenade matter was settled, most people agreeing that it wouldn’t help anything to kill off the bears with sexually transmitted diseases (in fact the only one who had agreed with it had been Japan).
Austria had the floor now, going on and on about this idea he had. Barley anyone was paying actual attention to it. Even England, always paying attention to these things, seemed to be spacing out as he went on and on about some kind of foreign policy and funds or something.
America felt bad for him! Being so all alone over there and bored… he was just being a good American by making it interesting for his beloved little friend! He reached into his pocket again, setting it on low just for a fraction of a second, enough to make England jump in his seat a bit and know America was ready with remote at any moment. He glared over at him, giving him a shielded ‘two finger salute’ and then mouthing ‘Pay attention to the bloody lecture!’
America only silently chuckled, leaning on the table and mouthing out a response. ‘Sorry, I can’t read lips.’
That was England fuming. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning to Austria. But America didn’t like being ignored, on no he didn’t. He flicked the remote to low for another second, then stopped. England only flinched a bit. Flick, then stop. Less of a flinch.
Then America tried it slowly two more times and nothing. So what did he do? He went rave-party crazy with it.
ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF damn video game addictions sure came in handy when speed clicking a clicker… ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON OF-
“FOR THE LOVE OF GORDON BENNET WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT!” England yelled, standing up suddenly and turning to America who was looking as innocent and confused as ever.
Everyone was silent. Once again there seemed to be that heavy ‘WTF mate?’ atmosphere in the room. Definitely one of those ‘awkward turtle’ moments. England seemed to realize his sudden mistake, standing up straight and coughing into his hand and trying to fill the moment with a proper excuse.
“… He was making faces at me.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and sounding quite put out. People seemed to believe it, a few groans being let out and others just letting it pass.
The room got quiet again and Austria continued after clearing his throat… but America was ready to attack right away. He turned the remote to low first, seeing England flinch but keep his cool, making very discreet stabbing motions with is pen as if to say ‘stop or I kill you’. America wasn’t going to listen to that though. He just clicked the remote once more, setting it to the next setting he wanted to try out… medium.
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England wasn’t doing too good at keeping this under cover. He slid down in his chair a bit, biting down on his lip and letting out a small sound America could only barley hear because it was half muffled. Someone on the other side of the table did however… good old Poland. He seemed to perk up for a moment upon seeing England, giggling to himself and then leaning over to his neighbor, Lithuania.
Austria trailed off in his speech, looking so the polish man excidetly whispering to him. Lithuania let out a sigh, looking to England.
“Like, oh my god I told you!” Poland said, patting him roughly on the back. Lithuania let out a sigh as everyone’s attention went to England’s again, and then to France who sat right next to him. At this moment, Lithuania shouted out what everyone had been holding in while they stared.
“HAND CHECK!”
Ah, the hand check rule. Originally created when one nation thought another was holding a weapon under the table as a threat, or felt threatened to needed to see everyone’s hands to make sure they could talk without the threat of death. That was the original purpose… it was now used as an ‘anti-hand rape’ tactic to see if that squirming nation in the corner was really squirming around because he was uncomfortable or because France was feeling him up under the table.
Everyone at the table put both of their hands up in the air, where everyone could see them. After they made sure everyone (mostly France) had their hands up, they looked to England again… he wasn’t looking any better. America still had the remote on but it was in his pocket. Until hand check was over, England was stuck.
Everyone looked around the table again in confusion. They then noticed the one person who wasn’t showing their hands. North Italy. He looked close to tears, keeping his hands under the table.
“Italy.” Germany said, with a frustrated sigh and hands still in the air . “Show your hands.”
“B-but I-“
“Now!” Germany snapped, being stern with him. With a sob, Italy put his hands above the table, holding a plate of pasta and a fork. “I-I just wanted to have a snack while we were at the meeting!” he whined out, shoveling some of it into his mouth.
England seemed to have a bit of good karma on his side, for within the next moment South Italy slapped his brother upside the head.
“Well no wonder he looks uncomfortable, idiot! He’s starving because his food sucks so much even he can’t eat it, trying to concentrate, and he keeps smelling your pasta coming his way!”
Everyone let out a simultaneous “Ooooooh!” and then started to chat amongst themselves a bit again. America reached back down, flicking the remote off, as a large plate of food was put in front of England.
England hadn’t been paying attention, too busy trying to control the urge to react to the vibrating, so simply looked down at the meal placed before him in confusion, before picking up the fork and eating a bit of it (because his British senses told him to eat the food for his own good).
Austria let out a sigh. “There. NOW there will be no more interruptions, having solved the problem.” He said. Everyone figured that England was done fidgeting and reacting for the day… boy were they wrong. America had one last trick up his sleeve. Or rather in his pocket just WAITING to be put on the high setting.
America let the meeting continue on, putting the vibrator on the low setting every few minutes just for a moment, switching between low and medium settings, trying to see how far he could push and watch England squirm. It wasn’t enough to draw any attention though, upsettingly.
It was almost the end of the meeting, now or never and the perfect time to use it.
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And well, as explained before, America did not like to be ignored.
America let out a smirk, reaching into his pocket one last time and turning it up to low. That nervous twitch England was starting to get came, as he started to fidget microscopically and rub his pen a bit. Turn it up a notch to medium, England is crossing his legs and uncrossing then, and then recrossing, tapping his pen against his notebook and eyelids fluttering, sitting back in his chair and grabbing onto the arm rest.
England stood up suddenly, slamming the table. “Terrible sorry, I am feeling a bit… ill. Might I open a window and let some air in the room?” he asked, looking around the table. Everyone nodded, some doing a ‘I guess’ kind of shrug. England nodded and began to walk over to the window.
Germany continued. “And as you all can see by these charts, if we do increase the amount of gas flow going into Germany we should be able to produce more fuel efficient ca-“
Germany was cut off by England, letting out a VERY loud moan. Everyone’s heads snapped over to where the sound came from, seeing England on his hands and knees on the ground, shaking violently. He fell onto the ground a short moment after, rolling onto his back while pushing his hips up, trying to grab into the carpet.
Everyone might have thought what was going on was provocative until…
“HE’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!”
No one knows who shouted it. They only know that in no time people were racing over to his side, taking every cry that he yelled out as a sign of ‘heart attack’. Japan was right next to England trying to play nurse as Denmark was sent to go get help, axe-cutting the door down as he ran out (rather unnecessarily, seeing as how the guards unlocked the doors only a moment before).
America, sure that no one was watching, took out his handy dandy remote and give it a kiss with a small laugh. Then he felt someone behind him. He tried to re-stash it in his pocket but it was too late. A hand came down on his shoulder, and America looked up to see France standing there.
France only grinned back down at him, taking the empty seat next to America. “Ah! I knew it!” he said with a grin, holding a hand out. “Hand that over for a moment…”
America was hesitant, but he liked that gleam France had in his eye as he said it. America handed it over, a bit nervously, watching as France turned it off and pulled out a random screw driver from god knows where in his coat.
Following this was a pair of reading glasses, that France put on as he opened the device up, starting to fiddle around with it a bit. “I am quite the expert with these, you know. Used them many times.” He gloated, with a smile. He continued to fiddle around with it a bit more, before snapping it closed and putting the remote back in America’s hand, screw driver down on the table.
“Now try it.” He said with a grin, looking over at England still on the ground with people on either side of him. He was sitting up now, a little light in the head but looking like he was starting to regain his normal attitude, trying to tell everyone how he was fine. They were about to help him stand up when America flipped it on high once more.
Whatever reaction Arthur had before seemed like a mild reaction compared to what happened now. His knees instantly gave out again, falling back as Sweden and Norway tried to help him up, head tilting back and back arching, toes curled as he let out another moan. This one nearly blew the socks off of America, who would only sit there with the biggest grin on his face, looking down at the remote as if god itself was in his hands. He turned to look at France, who just sat there nonchalantly in his chair with a calm smile as if he did this for a living, motioning over to England.
“Go to him, America. You know what you must do now.” he stated.
“For this, I stop making bad jokes about your snails!” America said, putting the remote in his pocket and leaping up to go run over to where the action was happening. (well, maybe not… but he would repay France somehow!)
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“OH GOD! Look at him! Having another heart attack and so out of breath! NOT TO WORRY, I AM A HERO AND HEROS KNOW CVS!”
America meant CPR, but every pretty much got the idea of that when he leaned down and put his mouth over England’s.
He knew exactly what was going to happen. It was going to be the final step in this little game and make America come out as the winner. Just this one little push, and England was going to jump him right in front of everyone and blow his own cover while America stayed the ‘innocent little hero who just wanted to help’.
England blinked a few times, before that lust filled his eyes again and he reacted. His body was in full control now, all logic be damned and tossed right out the window. He, in a sudden fit of strength, pushed America up into a sitting position, climbing right onto his lip and wrapping his arms around America’s neck, letting out a moan and the muffling it as he crashed his lips against America’s.
America even went as far as the play the ‘Whaaaa? I’m being kissed now?!’ idiot who had no idea what was going on for a few moments, before he responded and wrapped his arms around England’s mid-section and pulled his hips in, getting another delicious moan out of the incoherently horny nation currently attacking his mouth with his own.
Boo-yeah. Hook, line, sinker, and spontaneous sexual intercourse.
England separated his mouth from America’s for a moment, growling out “I hate you…” before kissing him again, starting to tear off his jacket, separated his mouth again, said “I bloody hate you” and then slid his tongue right back into America’s mouth, kissing once more. And every few moments, it happened again but with a special little twist every time. Go die in a fire, I fucking bloody hate you, should have killed you when I had the chance, you’re sleeping on the couch anytime to come to visit from now on, go fuck yourself…
The other nations stood there for a moment, eyes wide with shock. This was turning out to be the most interesting meeting they had ever had…
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“GUYS! GUYS I GOT THE NURSSsssssssssSSS WOAH NOTHING TO SEE THERE!” he said, turning right back around and pushes the nurses all out again.
Germany and the Italians were the first to leave, Germany and South Italy rushing out North Italy faster than you could say ‘what the hell is England doing with his tongue down America’s throat?!’. Spain followed right after South Italy, then the rest of the nations seemed to soundlessly agree they should leave the room slowly and never speak of this again, pretty sure England was just fine and not having spontaneous heart attacks.
France was the last to leave, with a chuckle, eyeing the little security camera in the top corner of the conference room to make sure it was recording before heading out.
Everyone had the rights to that security tape, after all. He would be making VERY good use of that.
And so went the story about how America discovered how bloody brilliant he was at playing the game, England got his ‘sexual scandal’ tabloid super-stardom, France started his ‘security tape’ collection, and England and America’s relationship went public.
After it was all over, England got at least one thing out of it besides being crowned ‘first person bent over world conference table and screwed like no tomarrow’ (oh lord, those poor maids. They had an interesting mess to clean that day in several places…)
England had one thing though, to replace that lost pride. No matter what, no matter FUCKING what, he was going to get his revenge. America was going down with him, and he was going to score a point in this game.
It was ON now. After all, the game never ends. This was only the BEGINNING to years upon years of play.
They both knew the rules. They both knew the point-score. England was scoring more and beating America even if it was the last thing he did with his sanity.
Now, it was all up to whoever was the best at playing it.
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Now children, Ego-mama-anon had poured a lot of her sweat, blood, and tears into this fic. The more you comment about how amazing this is, the more ego this anon gets. That means more epic stories.
EVERYTHING APPRECIATED. GLOMPS, RAPE, PROMISED FIRST BORNS OR ANYTHING RANDOM YOU CAN THINK OF.
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grammar-wise it's much better than your previous fics on this meme. there are still some spelling issues ('barley' should be 'barely' and 'tomarrow' should be 'tomorrow'), but overall you've greatly improved. if you're not using microsoft word or another word processor with a built-in spellcheck, there are several on the internet. like this one (http://orangoo.com/spell/), which was just the first thing that popped up when i looked on google. :P
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Thanks for the comment! I DO use Word documents to spell check through before I post them up, but once again I seem to be the MASTER of spelling mistakes. I epic fail so hard, even WORD gives up on me. xD Trust me, if I DIDN'T use word my work would look like a 2 year old was given a type-writer and told to make fics with it. xP
EGO ANON. IMPROVING AS HER EGO GROWS EVER SO LARGER. (and as I realize some people on here care if I spell them werds gewd or nawt. xD)
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This is absolutly amazin and I just loved France coming out of fucking nowhere
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FRANCE. APPEARING OUT OF ANYWHERE TO REEK HAVOC.
You know, France appears out of NO WHERE a fucking LOT in my fics. O________O
I think I have a secret fetish for his superior creeper-ness. >___>
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I can't even begin to describe how giddy you have made me Ego-anon. I was given one hundred dollars for Christmas, if I could somehow poof it to you, it'd be in your hands RIGHT NOW.
I LOVE IT. LOVE. NOT LOVED. LOVE, AS IN STILL DO. AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU. *kisses your feet*
And I am totally NOT printing it out to keep in the back of my folder so I can read it EVERYWHERE, EVERYDAY.
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I feel so happy you are pleased with it! =D AND THAT MY WORK IS WORTH MONEY. MAYBE I SHOULD BE A WHORE FOR A LIVING, OHBBY. (imagines ego-anon sitting in corner writing at strip club) .... yeeeeaaaahhhhh, whore writer. xD
LOL D00D I feel your pain. I have totally done that as well... printed out fanfics and just carry them around in case of sudden lulz attack. xD I am touched. Nonsexually in the heart area.
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BUT THE FILL WAS ONLY FUCKING AMAZING BECAUSE THE REQUEST WAS! <33
I feel bad for all the things I do the poor England though. xD HE WILL GET HIS REVENGE ONE DAYYYYY!!!
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NOTABLY: DENMARK AND HIS DOOR AXE-CUTTING (I LOVE YOU FOR THIS, IF HES NOT LIKE THIS IN CANON I AM GOING TO BE SO FUCKING DISAPPOINTED (or, have we had strips with him already?:O)), RAPE-PREVENTING HAND-CHECKING, ITALY WITH HIS PASTA (I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING, BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT), FRANCIS AND HIS SECURITY CAMERA, HOT SEX---NOT EVEN CAPSLOCK CAN EXPRESS MY COMPLETE LOVE FOR THIS <3
Thank you so much for this gem <3 JUST WHAT I NEEDED
HAPPY HOLIDAYS~
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NOT EVEN THE CAPSLOCK CAN EXPLAIN HOW MUCH YOUR COMMENTS MEAN TO ME! =D
Happy holidays to you tooooo~~~
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