Hong Kong/Taiwan: Under the Shadow of These Pale Flowers [1/?]
anonymous
June 5 2009, 01:05:42 UTC
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8179394#t8179394 Anon apologizes for the lack of Japan, but wasn't really sure how to fit him exactly. Of course, this is set during Japan's occupation of Hong Kong in 1941, which lasted for three years and eight months. At the same time, Japan also ruled Taiwan (this lasted from 1895 to 1945). Title is totally a not-so-subtle reference to "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" by Li Qingzhao. ---
They haven't known each other long; not even more than two weeks, really, but Hong Kong can't help the way his heart palpitates every time Taiwan looks at him, smiles at him, touches his hand.
She's beautiful, and there's something old and familiar about her. Her long black hair, slim body and gentle gestures remind him of a time he doesn't quite remember, of a brother he doesn't really know, except for the occasional mentions England makes of him, when working out opium trades.
Happily, Taiwan seems to take to Hong Kong just as quickly. She's the one that holds their hands together first, inviting the younger boy out on walks in the forest, drawing him away from England Japan's fighting over him.
He gives the first kiss during the second week, and that just leads to more and more kisses, and sitting contently on a futon, Taiwan stroking his soft head and singing to him, and sunny summers where they lay quietly on the grass, and to days where he feels his people breaking under an even stricter rule than before, and Taiwan lavishing him with tea and more kisses.
There's a rainy day, which always means more lounging for them, and more paperwork for Japan, and Taiwan announces, "Hong Kong, I love you."
It's so earnest, and sweet, Hong Kong sits up and kisses her chastely on the lips, and she returns it just as earnestly at her confession.
He pulls back to see her grinning in a silly way, and Hong Kong can’t help but think, despite how sick he’s become since Japan took charge, how he loves Taiwan, loves her gentle kisses, and touches, and every thing with her is so, so gentle, and if only he could have just here, without his people having to suffer...
“Please don’t ever leave me,” Taiwan requests. “I think I would miss you terribly if you did. ”
Hong Kong straightens a little, but wraps an arm around Taiwan’s waist. “...That is not my decision to make, you know.” He points out. It’s 1944, and there’s been much anti-Japanese propaganda spreading between his people, not to mention that England was doing everything possible to get him back.
She sighs, and even that is gentle. “I know,” Taiwan leans into him, and begins to trace imaginary circles on his thigh. “But I wanted you to know that you’re important to me.”
Hong Kong kisses her again, and says, “You’re important to me, too,” and she leans even closer to him, pressing their faces together.
Under the Shadow of These Pale Flowers [2/?]
anonymous
June 5 2009, 01:25:52 UTC
They continue, Hong Kong bringing a hand up to run his fingers through Taiwan’s lush locks of hair, and it isn’t long before he licks at her lips, silently asking for entrance.
She lets him in, and tries to press their bodies even closer together, almost clumsily rubbing her tongue back against Hong Kong’s.
Taiwan gasps a little when Hong Kong’s hand comes to rest on her left breast, his thumb moving slowly over it through the thick silk of her white qipao, and he kisses her harder.
He breaks away from the kiss a little, instead placing his mouth on the corner of hers, then her cheek, then right below her ear, then down, until it reaches the collar of her dress.
Backing away enough to get a good look at the buttons hold the top of the dress shut, he lets the hand cupping her breast drift up and toy with one.
Taiwan is breathless, and Hong Kong finds himself incredibly turned on by the sight of her flushed and panting, eyes bright and--
“Go ahead,” She whispers, and places her hand over his. “I-It’s okay.”
And so he begins undoing the buttons swiftly, pulling the top of the dress down and aside and continues to ravish her neck with kisses, biting and licking occasionally, enjoying Taiwan’s little helpless moans at the actions.
“Hong Kong,” she breathes out, running a hand up and down his spin slowly, the small movement through his clothing causing small jolts of pleasure that go straight to his groin.
Hong Kong leads them to sprawl out on their futon as he kisses her passionately again and letting her take off his shirt with seemingly unsure hands, hastily pushing the garment off his shoulders..
Taiwan mewls when his hands ghost over her breasts again, and she full out moans when he begins to squeeze them experimentally, running a few fingers over her nipples.
She begins writhing as---oh, that felt nice--the heat simmering in her stomach begins to build, higher and higher, and she’s rubbing her legs together urgently as Hong Kong takes one of her pert nipples into his mouth and--
“H-Hong Kong,” Taiwan whines, “please, please.” She doesn’t know what she’s begging for, but she knows he can give it to her, she knows it, and she wants whatever it is with such a passion.
And Hong Kong can feel himself growing twice as hard at the sound of her pleas, accidentally thrusting against her a little.
His heart beats hard inside his chest, thump, thump, and he quickly begins pulling her qipao off of her, down to her knees where she kicks the expensive garment off, spreading her legs instinctively, and tugging at the band of Hong Kong’s trousers.
Under the Shadow of These Pale Flowers [3/3]
anonymous
June 5 2009, 02:46:26 UTC
He complies, tossing the pants away, and then looks down at Taiwan again, her beautiful, beautiful body gleaming with sweat, and as his gaze wanders down to her vital regions Hong Kong suddenly remembers this is the first time he’s ever had sex with a girl, and, well, it couldn’t be much different than it was with England, could it?
But as he lies on top of Taiwan again and opens his mouth to embarrassedly if she knew what exactly to do next, she squeaks, “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Hong Kong blinks. “Oh.” And then, “That’s all right.”
But Taiwan keeps going on, saying, “I mean, sometimes Japan would...when I was younger, but we never...” she trails off, and her restless gaze finally lands on Hong Kong.
Hong Kong just looks at her thoughtfully, then sits up, asking, “Where do you want me to touch you, for a start?”
Taiwan seems to blush a little more, but then lets her hand drift down in between her legs. “Here...”
He does so, and begins to explore, relishing as every one of Taiwan’s cries and moans make him hotter and hotter, until he feels as if he’s burning up from the inside out.
His fingers touch her slit, and she commands, “P-please, put it in...oh, ah, yes, like that,” and she continues to encourage him as he pushes them in and out, stretching her walls little by little, going farther and farther in, until Taiwan keens Hong Kong’s name out loudly, and then he can’t take it anymore, can’t help it, and then he pushes into her, slowly, too slowly for him but she’s just so precious, and this must hurt, and he can’t hurt her, and--
“Hong Kong,” She calls, placing a hand firmly on his arm. “M-move, please,”
Yes, thank you, and Hong Kong starts a steady rhythm, slamming in and out of her, pushed on by her mewls, and chants of “Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Hong Kong,”
And he chants her name back just as eagerly, kissing her openmouthed, sloppily, until he comes suddenly, and her not long after, shuttering sighs leaving their lips.
He kisses her once more before completely, but carefully (always carefully), collapsing on Taiwan, who smoothes his hair from his sweaty forehead, showering it with butterfly kisses.
And there they lay the rest of the day, reveling in the sound of rain and each other's company.
--- Anon hopes she did a good job, and that this was what OP was looking for. T-this is actually the first time Anon has written smut of any kind. So. Yes. By the way, note about Taiwan's clothing; I put that she was wearing a qipao since this was set in the 40's and that was a fashionable way for Taiwanese women to dress back then. In most illustrations I've seen of Taiwan, though, it looks like she's wearing a more traditional outfit from back when Japan first occupied Taiwan (silk stockings with a silk skirt, plus a traditional-style jacket. Wearing Western-influenced outfits was the fashion then.) Okay, anon will stop being weirdly obsessed with clothing now..
Anon apologizes for the lack of Japan, but wasn't really sure how to fit him exactly. Of course, this is set during Japan's occupation of Hong Kong in 1941, which lasted for three years and eight months. At the same time, Japan also ruled Taiwan (this lasted from 1895 to 1945). Title is totally a not-so-subtle reference to "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" by Li Qingzhao.
---
They haven't known each other long; not even more than two weeks, really, but Hong Kong can't help the way his heart palpitates every time Taiwan looks at him, smiles at him, touches his hand.
She's beautiful, and there's something old and familiar about her. Her long black hair, slim body and gentle gestures remind him of a time he doesn't quite remember, of a brother he doesn't really know, except for the occasional mentions England makes of him, when working out opium trades.
Happily, Taiwan seems to take to Hong Kong just as quickly. She's the one that holds their hands together first, inviting the younger boy out on walks in the forest, drawing him away from England Japan's fighting over him.
He gives the first kiss during the second week, and that just leads to more and more kisses, and sitting contently on a futon, Taiwan stroking his soft head and singing to him, and sunny summers where they lay quietly on the grass, and to days where he feels his people breaking under an even stricter rule than before, and Taiwan lavishing him with tea and more kisses.
There's a rainy day, which always means more lounging for them, and more paperwork for Japan, and Taiwan announces, "Hong Kong, I love you."
It's so earnest, and sweet, Hong Kong sits up and kisses her chastely on the lips, and she returns it just as earnestly at her confession.
He pulls back to see her grinning in a silly way, and Hong Kong can’t help but think, despite how sick he’s become since Japan took charge, how he loves Taiwan, loves her gentle kisses, and touches, and every thing with her is so, so gentle, and if only he could have just here, without his people having to suffer...
“Please don’t ever leave me,” Taiwan requests. “I think I would miss you terribly if you did. ”
Hong Kong straightens a little, but wraps an arm around Taiwan’s waist. “...That is not my decision to make, you know.” He points out. It’s 1944, and there’s been much anti-Japanese propaganda spreading between his people, not to mention that England was doing everything possible to get him back.
She sighs, and even that is gentle. “I know,” Taiwan leans into him, and begins to trace imaginary circles on his thigh. “But I wanted you to know that you’re important to me.”
Hong Kong kisses her again, and says, “You’re important to me, too,” and she leans even closer to him, pressing their faces together.
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She lets him in, and tries to press their bodies even closer together, almost clumsily rubbing her tongue back against Hong Kong’s.
Taiwan gasps a little when Hong Kong’s hand comes to rest on her left breast, his thumb moving slowly over it through the thick silk of her white qipao, and he kisses her harder.
He breaks away from the kiss a little, instead placing his mouth on the corner of hers, then her cheek, then right below her ear, then down, until it reaches the collar of her dress.
Backing away enough to get a good look at the buttons hold the top of the dress shut, he lets the hand cupping her breast drift up and toy with one.
Taiwan is breathless, and Hong Kong finds himself incredibly turned on by the sight of her flushed and panting, eyes bright and--
“Go ahead,” She whispers, and places her hand over his. “I-It’s okay.”
And so he begins undoing the buttons swiftly, pulling the top of the dress down and aside and continues to ravish her neck with kisses, biting and licking occasionally, enjoying Taiwan’s little helpless moans at the actions.
“Hong Kong,” she breathes out, running a hand up and down his spin slowly, the small movement through his clothing causing small jolts of pleasure that go straight to his groin.
Hong Kong leads them to sprawl out on their futon as he kisses her passionately again and letting her take off his shirt with seemingly unsure hands, hastily pushing the garment off his shoulders..
Taiwan mewls when his hands ghost over her breasts again, and she full out moans when he begins to squeeze them experimentally, running a few fingers over her nipples.
She begins writhing as---oh, that felt nice--the heat simmering in her stomach begins to build, higher and higher, and she’s rubbing her legs together urgently as Hong Kong takes one of her pert nipples into his mouth and--
“H-Hong Kong,” Taiwan whines, “please, please.” She doesn’t know what she’s begging for, but she knows he can give it to her, she knows it, and she wants whatever it is with such a passion.
And Hong Kong can feel himself growing twice as hard at the sound of her pleas, accidentally thrusting against her a little.
His heart beats hard inside his chest, thump, thump, and he quickly begins pulling her qipao off of her, down to her knees where she kicks the expensive garment off, spreading her legs instinctively, and tugging at the band of Hong Kong’s trousers.
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But as he lies on top of Taiwan again and opens his mouth to embarrassedly if she knew what exactly to do next, she squeaks, “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Hong Kong blinks. “Oh.” And then, “That’s all right.”
But Taiwan keeps going on, saying, “I mean, sometimes Japan would...when I was younger, but we never...” she trails off, and her restless gaze finally lands on Hong Kong.
Hong Kong just looks at her thoughtfully, then sits up, asking, “Where do you want me to touch you, for a start?”
Taiwan seems to blush a little more, but then lets her hand drift down in between her legs. “Here...”
He does so, and begins to explore, relishing as every one of Taiwan’s cries and moans make him hotter and hotter, until he feels as if he’s burning up from the inside out.
His fingers touch her slit, and she commands, “P-please, put it in...oh, ah, yes, like that,” and she continues to encourage him as he pushes them in and out, stretching her walls little by little, going farther and farther in, until Taiwan keens Hong Kong’s name out loudly, and then he can’t take it anymore, can’t help it, and then he pushes into her, slowly, too slowly for him but she’s just so precious, and this must hurt, and he can’t hurt her, and--
“Hong Kong,” She calls, placing a hand firmly on his arm. “M-move, please,”
Yes, thank you, and Hong Kong starts a steady rhythm, slamming in and out of her, pushed on by her mewls, and chants of “Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Hong Kong,”
And he chants her name back just as eagerly, kissing her openmouthed, sloppily, until he comes suddenly, and her not long after, shuttering sighs leaving their lips.
He kisses her once more before completely, but carefully (always carefully), collapsing on Taiwan, who smoothes his hair from his sweaty forehead, showering it with butterfly kisses.
And there they lay the rest of the day, reveling in the sound of rain and each other's company.
---
Anon hopes she did a good job, and that this was what OP was looking for. T-this is actually the first time Anon has written smut of any kind. So. Yes.
By the way, note about Taiwan's clothing; I put that she was wearing a qipao since this was set in the 40's and that was a fashionable way for Taiwanese women to dress back then. In most illustrations I've seen of Taiwan, though, it looks like she's wearing a more traditional outfit from back when Japan first occupied Taiwan (silk stockings with a silk skirt, plus a traditional-style jacket. Wearing Western-influenced outfits was the fashion then.) Okay, anon will stop being weirdly obsessed with clothing now..
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Thank you so much! ♥♥♥ -sends author sum delicious meatbuns!-
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FFFFF as I was typing this, my dad walked in with meatbuns.
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