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England/America/Canada: double-fill, pre-fic notes anonymous June 3 2009, 22:38:43 UTC
Author!anon is not sure about the rules of filling two requests simultaneously and hopes neither OP will feel cheated by this. For these requests:

  • http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=11075522#t11075522 (America finds out he's not England's most important colony)
  • http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8318146#t8318146 (double penetration, uke!America)

    As usual for this fail!anon, there is a fail!warning to go with this: despite the fact that author!anon strongly hinted elsewhere that she would like for someone to make the first request above…author!anon did not exactly fill it as requested. So it's not Alfred finding out so much as Arthur finding out years later that Alfred found out. My face has been introduced to my palm so many times in the course of this kinkmeme, my palm is starting to think they're married.

    Anyhow, on to the fill now!

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    the light that shines behind your eyes (1/9) anonymous June 3 2009, 22:40:36 UTC
    part one

    Barcelona, Spain - July 1929

    The British Empire doesn't know whether it is amusing or pathetic that he's come to Barcelona for the Expo, and yet for the third night in a row he's wound up in one of the city's few legitimate English pubs with various of the Dominions and Crown Colonies for drinking partners. Tonight, for example, he's been sat at a table with New Zealand, Fiji, and West Indies. At this rate, he may as well have stayed in Newcastle Upon Tyne-no, scratch that. If he'd stayed at the North East Coast Exhibition, he would have missed the entertainment of watching America make a happy arse of himself.

    At the moment, Alfred is as much a spectacle as any of the pavilion exhibitions and more entertaining, even though Arthur can't hear what he's saying. He's flushed and waving his arms about with exuberance, his own natural and probably some drink-induced as well. Arthur imagines he's talking about how the hamburger he ate at the fair today is the best burger he's ever had in his life, even though Arthur is absolutely certain no burgers were served at the Fair. Well, maybe over at the Ibero-American Exhibition in Seville. In which case it was probably at Alfred's own exhibit that he had a burger, and that would mean he's traveled the 800 or so kilometers to Barcelona just to brag about his own hamburgers. He'd have to have driven like a madman to get here. Or perhaps he rented a private aeroplane, finally put that bomber jacket of his to purposeful use. Arthur pictures Alfred barnstorming across Europe, advocating the hamburger with all the fierce enthusiasm he's displaying now-

    But as Alfred turns and his eyes slide across Arthur's face, crossing Arthur's gaze without lingering; as Arthur gets a good look at Alfred's face, he sees something there that is fierce, but decidedly is not enthusiasm. There's a jumble of emotions and Arthur can't read them all, but he does see anger. That flailing, then, could get dangerous.

    And in the next moment it does, as Alfred tries to get up and knocks over his chair, nearly knocks himself over, grabs at the table to steady himself and nearly knocks that over, succeeds in righting himself and the table, but not before several glasses have slid off and crashed on the floor.

    As Arthur rises to go sort out Alfred, he sees that the dominion and colonies sharing his own table are neither laughing at his former colony nor expressing outrage; instead, there is a sort of solidarity in the concern on their faces, and Arthur finds himself unaccountably pleased. Though he could, of course, walk off without a word to them, he nevertheless excuses himself politely.

    By the time he's got through the civilities of good evenings and turned towards Alfred again, he sees someone else is there already-ah, it's Canada. That's all right, then. Matthew must have been sitting with Alfred all along. He's picking up the chair, getting Alfred to hold onto it to steady himself while Matthew picks up some of the other items that fell off when the table tilted-oh, leave those, Matthew! There are people to do that, you know. Arthur knows that Matthew does know, and also that Matthew will continue to straighten up anyhow, just as he's almost certainly making apologies he shouldn't have to. Now he's got his shoulder under Alfred's arm to shore him up, and off they go.

    Arthur could sit down and have another drink. But he's already excused himself, and while he knows no one would say anything about the awkwardness of reseating himself, Arthur decides to be off as well. Besides, Matthew might need help wrangling the cowboy.

    He doesn't see them when he exits the pub, but then he hears their voices-or Alfred's, unmistakably-coming from a side alley. Rounding the corner, he sees them halted. Matthew seems to have it under control and Arthur is just thinking perhaps he ought to go back inside for one last drink, when Alfred pushes himself away from Matthew-and then pushes Matthew. Another shove, and Matthew has to take a backwards step; he winds up with his back to the wall and as Alfred launches himself at Matthew, who raises his hands, Arthur starts forward with a shout rising in his throat-

    And then stops as Matthew pulls Alfred against him.

    tbc…

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    the light that shines behind your eyes (2/9) anonymous June 3 2009, 22:41:38 UTC
    the light that shines behind your eyes - part two

    When their mouths part, Matthew-straightening his glasses before wrapping his arms 'round Alfred, to hold him up as much as in the embrace, judging by the way Alfred is slumping against him-looks over Alfred's shoulder and says, "It's all right. He gets like this now and then."

    With a start and a quick glance behind himself, Arthur realizes Matthew is addressing him. Perhaps the shout had escaped him, after all. Closing the remainder of the distance at a more dignified pace now, Arthur says, "Would you like some help with him?"

    "Yes," Matthew says at the same that Alfred, his vehemence muffled against Matthew's shoulder, says, "No!"

    Alfred lifts his head and Arthur watches the brothers regard each other. Something passes between them; if there are words, Arthur doesn't hear. Alfred's gaze drops, his face downturning with it. Matthew leans his forehead against Alfred's and Arthur expects them to kiss again, but they only stay like that.

    When Alfred turns his face away, Matthew looks at Arthur. "Yes," he says again, offering a smile as he adds, "thank you."

    As Matthew begins to maneuver himself into position at Alfred's side, Arthur steps in to take Alfred's other arm. Alfred lets Arthur sling his arm across Arthur's shoulders, hand 'round Alfred's wrist to keep him in place, but Alfred won't look at him. Even as they start off, Alfred keeps his head turned entirely towards Matthew. Which would be fine, if it didn't cause Alfred to tangle his feet with Arthur's, causing them both to stumble and nearly taking them all down.

    "For heaven's sake, Alfred! At least mind where you're putting your feet!"

    Alfred's jaw clenches visibly and still won't look over at Arthur, but he does appear to start watching his own feet, at least, and they make it back to the hotel without further incident.

    Once inside Alfred's room, Alfred frees himself from them and deposits himself sideways in the nearest chair. Locating the liquor cabinet, Arthur walks straight to it and fixes himself a gin and tonic. When he turns around, he sees Matthew has perched himself on the edge of the bed, leaving the other chair for Arthur. Good lad. Bottle still in hand, Arthur raises it in offer to Matthew, who smiles but declines with a polite shake of his head.

    As Arthur sits down, Alfred says to the wall, "Don't offer me any."

    Arthur takes a long, slow sip, savoring the flash of warmth that slides down the back of his throat. "I shan't. You've had quite enough already."

    "You." Alfred looks at him and then away as soon as their eyes meet. "You're not the boss of me."

    Arthur expects him to get up and wobble over to the liquor, but Alfred only folds himself up into the chair. Attempts to, anyhow: his legs are too long, and while he manages to tuck one up, the other won't fit and winds up falling in a stretch to the floor. As Alfred isn't looking at him, Arthur doesn't bother trying to hide his amusement, though he has the grace not to provoke Alfred by laughing aloud.

    Despite Alfred's mood, Arthur finds it pleasant to sit in a room with the two of them, just the three of them, something he hasn't done in ages. He takes his time with his drink.

    In the silence, Alfred shifts a few more times, trying unsuccessfully to get his legs up in the chair again before giving up, letting both feet drop and slumping in the chair so that he seems in danger of falling out of it entirely.

    "Do you want us to go?" Matthew says from the edge of the bed.

    "No," Alfred says. Then he amends, pointing at Arthur without looking at him, "Yes"; his arm swings 'round to point at Matthew, whom he does look at as he says, "No."

    "I'll go when I've finished." Arthur raises his glass to drain the last drops of gin. "I believe I'll have another."

    Just as he reaches the liquor cabinet, he hears shuffling and rustling, and turns to see Alfred joining Matthew on the bed.

    tbc…

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    the light that shines behind your eyes (3/9) anonymous June 3 2009, 22:42:38 UTC
    the light that shines behind your eyes - part three

    It puts Arthur in mind of when they were small, before they were separated. Later it would be Arthur's bed Alfred would turn to, but there had been a time when they were wee things that Alfred would climb into Matthew's bed when he'd had a nightmare or couldn't get warm or simply wanted to.

    Instead of lying down and cuddling up with his brother, though, Alfred straddles Matthew's lap and leans; there's the soft clack as the frames of their glasses meet before their mouths find each other. This, of course, is not something from their childhood. Arthur can't be sure which of them is making those mewling sounds, but suspects it is Alfred. How very pretty. Sipping his refreshed drink, Arthur sits in the chair once more.

    When Alfred sits back and shrugs out of his jacket, then starts fumbling at the buttons of his shirt, Matthew covers Alfred's hand with his own. "Arthur is still here."

    "Don't care." Alfred slips his hand free and drags up the hem of his shirt, trying to wrestle it off overhead and tangling himself hopelessly. This time Arthur doesn't suppress his laughter, though he does keep it to a chuckle so low Alfred almost certainly can't hear it through the fabric in which his head is caught.

    There's a tearing sound and a couple of buttons fly through the air before Matthew manages to get Alfred's hands and the shirt back down. "Do these for me, okay?" Alfred says, having another go at the buttons that remain as Matthew adjusts the angle of Alfred's glasses, which had been knocked askew in the tangle. "Do these and you can fuck me, okay?"

    Arthur re-crosses his legs as Matthew smiles at Alfred. Arthur doesn't think it's his imagination that Matthew's eyes slide to him for the briefest touch of gaze before Matthew says to Alfred, "But you always like to be on top, don't you?"

    "Oh, I still will be!"

    So it'll be Alfred riding Matthew, will it? Arthur must confess he did not anticipate this turn of events when he exited the pub, but he does anticipate that it will be worth staying for; his cock, rousing in his pants, seems to agree.

    This time as the boys kiss, Matthew takes Alfred's hands and puts them down at his side. Arthur think it'd be prettier if Matthew put those hands behind Alfred's back, but as Matthew undoes the buttons and slips the shirt off Alfred's shoulders, Arthur sees the point of his practicality. Once the shirt has been tossed to the floor, Matthew asks Alfred to move off his lap.

    "Make me." Alfred's mouth, at least the side Arthur can see, quirks up in a smile and even from across the room, Arthur can sense the glimmer in his eye.

    The push Matthew gives his brother is far more gentle than the one Arthur would have given him, but then Arthur supposes Alfred only dared to say what he did because he knew Matthew would go so easy.

    Once on his back, Alfred manages to undo his belt while Matthew tends to his feet, ridding him of shoes and socks. When Matthew moves back up to him, Alfred lifts his hips without being told so Matthew can draw off his trousers and pants. Arthur can't recall the last time he saw Alfred naked, but he knows it wasn't like this. His little boy has grown up, indeed.

    Alfred sits up and makes an effort to assist Matthew out of his clothing, but his hands prove more of an impediment than a help; he yields to another mild push and lies back to let Matthew carry on unhindered. As Matthew undresses, Arthur watches Alfred watch, Alfred lazily stroking his cock, valiantly erect despite the alcohol coursing through his blood. Appreciatively, Arthur lets his hand linger in his own clothed lap.

    Naked now himself, Matthew fetches something-lubricant, Arthur assumes-from the nightstand drawer and climbs onto the bed once more. Squeezing out a generous dollop and coating his fingers, Matthew reaches between Alfred's legs. Alfred jerks and twists when Matthew touches him, and for a fleeting moment, overwhelming despite its brevity, Arthur thinks he's about to witness the taking of Alfred's virginity.

    tbc…

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    the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 3 2009, 22:43:52 UTC
    the light that shines behind your eyes - part four

    Then Alfred hisses, "Cold."

    Matthew smiles down at him with unmistakably fond indulgence. "Sorry. It's cold when you do it to me, too, you know."

    "Yeah." Alfred grins up. "But you like the cold!"

    Still smiling, Matthew leans down to kiss Alfred again as he slips his hand between Alfred's legs; from the sudden arch of Alfred's back, Arthur knows at least one of Matthew's fingers is inside him.

    When Matthew withdraws to coat his fingers with more lubricant, he gets Alfred to shift around a little; as Matthew resumes fingering his brother, Arthur thinks it can't be a coincidence that he now has an excellent view between Alfred's spread legs of Matthew's fingers plunging in and out of Alfred's arsehole. Oh yes, Matthew is such a good lad!

    Alfred's eyes appear to be closed, or perhaps he's looking down at himself as he continues to play with his cock. The sound he makes when Matthew asks if he's comfortable can only be described as a purr. Arthur is provoked to pet himself in response.

    "Want me just to keep doing this?" Matthew twists his wrist as he slides his fingers in this time, making Alfred flush and arch as Matthew presumably finds his prostate.

    "N-no~" Alfred gasps as Matthew makes him arch again. "Your cock. Oh god, Matt, fill me with your fucking cock-" If he was going to say more, the words are lost as Matthew takes Alfred's mouth in another kiss.

    In the wake of that kiss, they rearrange themselves and Matthew takes a moment to slick up his cock before lying back, head on the pillows. Alfred straddles him and reaches back to position Matthew's cock; a low whine emits from the back of his throat as he's denied by his own motor skills, but Matthew takes one hand off Alfred's hips and guides himself in. Alfred takes his time settling on Matthew's cock, takes him in slowly, slowly, until Matthew is seated inside him to the hilt.

    They begin to move then. Over and over, Alfred pushes himself up and down on Matthew's cock, Matthew's hips rising to meet him, Matthew's hands on Alfred's hips steadying him in the rhythm. Both of them are flushed beautifully. The air is punctuated only by heavy breaths, thickening softly to sighs and the occasional outright moan; Matthew, of course, is hushed as ever in his pleasure, but Alfred's quietness comes as a surprise to Arthur. "He gets like this now and then," Arthur hears Matthew say, but when he moves his gaze to Matthew's face, Matthew is entirely focused on Alfred and Arthur suppose he was only remembering Matthew's words in the alley.

    Then he does hear Matthew's voice outside his own head: "Here," Matthew says to Alfred, interrupting the rhythm as he adjusts their positions. Instead of the profile view Arthur has been enjoying, now Arthur has a view of Alfred's back, the ridges of his spine, his arse, Matthew's cock disappearing inside it, reappearing as Alfred rides up, disappearing again as Alfred slides down it.

    Then the view shifts subtly as Alfred leans down-or perhaps is pulled down, judging by the hand at the back of his neck-for another kiss; and now Arthur can see Alfred's arsehole stretching open to accommodate the thrusts of Matthew's considerable thickness, that sweet little hole opening more in invitation.

    Arthur accepts.

    Littering the floor with his clothing, he crosses to them, smearing precome over his head and down his cock.

    They don't stop fucking when he climbs onto the bed. He straddles Matthew's legs and places a hand against the small of Alfred's back to hush their movements as he traces Matthew's cock with his cockhead, coming to rest with a nudge just where Matthew is engulfed by Alfred.

    tbc…

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    Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 3 2009, 23:52:56 UTC
    Oh, author-anon. I am not the OP but I cannot see how anyone could be unhappy with a fill like this. Love your writing style, love the way you write Al and Matt -- their bond is insanely hot (especially since I'm currently on a Matt/Al kick from the anime) and yet sweet, and you write it without having to declare it...just from the descrips. And the sex, too. Hot. I love the idea of quiet!Al and ...where you ended.... *whimpers* I want to see his reaction. I've been loving reading him, from Arthur's POV, wondering what's going on in his head.

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    Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 4 2009, 02:22:36 UTC
    Author!anon is very happy you're enjoying it, and thanks you for reading! Quiet sex is something of a kink for me, as is quiet!Alfred (I just love it when the spastic boys show another side of themselves), so I'm delighted you mentioned that. As for the relationship between Alfred and Matthew--I confess to being the anon who made the request for the two of them on the night the U.S. president declared the special relationship between Canada and the U.S. dead...so I guess I'm feeling very tenderly about these boys these days. ♥

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    You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 4 2009, 00:54:53 UTC
    SHIT. THESE THREE AGAIN.

    DRUNKEN!SEX TOO!

    you blow my mind away, you know. ♥

    reCAPTCHA is pucker the. ♥

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    Re: You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 4 2009, 02:14:55 UTC
    ♥♥♥!

    Thank you, as ever, for reading; and as always, I'm very happy you're enjoying it!

    Your reCaptcha wins. Mine is "opossums coy"...

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    Re: You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 4 2009, 05:44:26 UTC
    Sorry to bother, but when you say These three again you're referring to this fill's author!anon writing these three BEFORE this? If so, PLEASE, anyone, LINK this poor little anon to those previous posts. I am dying to read more of this writing style, author!anon is doing amazing so far.

    reCaptcha says Margret Now, so unless Anon above me is Margret, I think we have another fail

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    Re: You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 4 2009, 06:19:06 UTC
    Author!anon hopes it's okay to give links within the meme, remaining anonymous? I've written a handful of fills, including these:

    http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11396106#t11396106 - England/America/Canada

    http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11396106#t11396106 - England/America/Canada/Australia

    (Author!anon gets confused about order when more than two characters are involved, so those don't necessarily represent any sort of seme/uke dynamic...)

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    Re: You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 5 2009, 00:32:36 UTC
    erm...I think you linked to the same two fics with those links...

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    Re: You know who I am author!anon anonymous June 5 2009, 05:21:02 UTC
    Anon has never claimed to be anything other than fail!anon, and proved it yet again there.

    This is the England/America/Canada: \http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8955842#t8955842

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    Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 4 2009, 03:00:18 UTC
    this is glorious♥♥♥

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    Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 4 2009, 04:09:08 UTC
    Author!anon is very happy you're enjoying it so far, and thanks you for reading. ♥

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    Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9) anonymous June 4 2009, 05:39:14 UTC
    This is great. England is such a baaaastaaaard~♥

    And oh Alfred, being a petty little shit are we? Love the twin dynamic too.

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