In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

Jul 25, 2008 15:44


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Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 2 2009, 22:33:53 UTC
"You're no fun, England," America sighs, and then is silent.

It's a very predatory silence, England thinks, and much to conspiring. "America?" he asks.

"You need to relax, man, like, forget about all this politics stuff." America is sliding up England's legs, tripping over himself until he and England are nose to nose, and America is half-kneeling in his lap.

"You'll regret this in a few hours," England tells him, not sure if he's speaking to himself or America, but America cuts him off with a fierce kiss and fiercer words.

"No, man, no!" He kisses England again, and again, quick and light. "That's the point, no regrets, no worries, lead by example and fuck the world if they can't keep up. Don't you see, England, we're the future! I'm the future."

"You're full of yourself," he snaps, ignoring the desperate tone of America's voice.

America groans, and rubs his head against England's cheek like a kitten would. England brushes his hair from his eyes, and leans down to kiss America's neck.

"Oh, yeah, like that," America mutters, worries forgotten.

England ignores him, ignores that America is humming another of his own songs in his ear, and the fact that the mud from America's trousers really is getting everywhere.

America moans over and over as England sucks at his neck, grinding his hips down in England's hand and against his groin, making him loose focus on kissing. America doesn't seem to mind.

His skin is cold to the touch everywhere but his prick, which is warm and deliciously hard against England's palm.

America's voice is getting higher as England continues his ministrations, and soon his biting off shouts and low, throaty cries, pressing his face into the crook of England's shoulder, and shaking, coming into England's palm.

"Mm," America sighs, and then, "Here."

England looks down at the item he's been handed, and flushes brightly. "Is this... strawberry flavoured?"

But America just snickers at him, and pulls off his disgusting trousers, getting down on all fours with his elbows propped up on the coffee table, and staring expectantly into England's eyes. "Let me take you down," he sings vaguely, and England snaps at him to shut the hell up.

"Your voice is horrible," he says insultingly, even as he spoons up behind America and begins coating his prick and fingers with the heavy-scented lubricant.

"Man, that's making me hungry," America declares, and England rolls his eyes. His fingers push into America's exposed entrance, and whatever America was planning on saying next is lost in a string of happy, contented moans.

England focuses on the task, on America's heavy breathing, on the smooth lines of his tanned backside.

He moans himself as he takes his prick in hand, positioning himself. America rocks backward at the first touch of skin on skin, and England takes that as all the invitation he needs before sheathing himself completely inside America.

His own breathing is erratic now, and America is thrusting back to meet him, stroking himself with one hand and keeping himself balanced with the other, and England is glad of that because he's lost completely, in the sounds and the sight, and the feeling of thrusting into America, feeling orgasm build deep in his stomach.

England flushes and he cries out, his vision swimming with white dots as he comes. America slumps across the table as his elbow gives out, his second orgasm taking him, and he shoots into his own hand, dripping come onto the carpet.

"This, this," America pants, "Wow."

England blinks, and thinks about it before agreeing, "Yes, very."

I know, I know, it's more metaphorically Woodstock than literally, but writer!anon saw this request and was ~inspired~. Hopefully did not fail epically? Recaptcha: Said Revolver, rofl.

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 2 2009, 23:49:30 UTC
not-op has just been convinced that uk/us is indeed quite hot <3

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous June 23 2010, 20:45:46 UTC
It's not "quite hot".
It's VERY FUCKIN' HOT!
black!anon loves this pairing...and this fick ofcourse *_*

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 3 2009, 00:17:47 UTC
OH, HERE IS A BATCH OF FRESHLY BAKED HASH BROWNIES INTERNETS FOR YOU AND YOU ALONE <3 <3 <3

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 3 2009, 02:14:52 UTC
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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 3 2009, 22:02:07 UTC
HIGH US IS WONDERFUL.

why did he have to become such a prude...

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 5 2009, 03:01:15 UTC
UNF.

Hoomygod yessss.

xD Srsly so hot and mmmm. <333

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous January 12 2009, 15:57:40 UTC
Whoooooooooooooooooooo! That fic was epic! A winner is you!

Lol... "I love you ground." I remember telling a display of fake flowers that very same thing the first time I tried shrooms.

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Re: Nothing Is Real [2/2] anonymous June 26 2009, 04:06:35 UTC
Oh this was hotttt. =) I loved England's reaction to America and just all of America's trippiness. Great job!

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