Water Sports [Russia/Canada + France/England] 5/?
anonymous
June 16 2009, 05:34:26 UTC
But anons, I have arms! You can keep yours. But I'll tell you what -- if I ever need one I'll come to you! For now, just enjoy this part. And I apologize for not posting sooner -- things have been busy lately. Forgiveness please?
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"Canada! Canadaaaa!"
England and France were immediately at America's side, pulling him back with all the force they could (though on France's part the reason behind it was mainly to have a somewhat-valid excuse to get his hands underneath America's shirt or to hold England's hand). "Shut the Hell up!" Arthur blasted. "You bloody git, if he sees you like this--"
"No! Nooo! Matthew! I'll save you, okay?! Okay?! Just wait, I'll get you out of there--!"
Francis clapped his hand over Alfred's mouth. "Are you not hearing us?" He hissed. "If Canada hears you, he'll tell Russia, and if Russia finds out we saw them like this -- Yee!" Suddenly a high-pitched yelp could be heard the very second France's hand was pulled from the American's face. He began cursing rapidly in French, saying rather impolite things that even a drunken Englishman would have found absolutely grotesque to repeat.
"You bit him." It was said as if it were the most obvious and yet interesting thing in the world. Quite evidently Arthur was having a hard time not laughing at this. "Y-you bit him!"
But the commotion went unheard by America. "Canadaaaaaaaaaa!"
At that exact moment, the two currently being argued over came up from the water, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it. They had somehow managed to make their way to a more shallow end of the pool so that they could both stand up -- this, however, did not stop Canada from wrapping his legs around Russia's and hanging off of his neck.
For a few moments, they said nothing, and then suddenly: "Matthew, do you hear something?"
"No. Like what?"
Russia looked in the direction of the door. "I... I suppose it is nothing." He smiled back down at Canada, who by now had switched positions so that he was standing properly and not threatening to drag Ivan down by the force of his weight (which, surprisingly, was not too bad considering he was the second largest country). His hands were still fiddling with the ends of Ivan's soaked hair, but now his face was buried in the crook of the Russian's neck too.
Long moments of silence passed, both of them just enjoying the other's presence in the embrace. Ivan rested his cheek on Canada's head, reaching to stroke the blonde hair, watching in fixed concentration the simple movement of water dripping from the ends. It was fascinating, almost, to think that this was even happening. And then: "Matthew?"
"Hmm?" Said Canadian pulled back slowly, away from the comfort of another body, to look in to violet eyes that were somehow so like his own, although Matthew knew his had a bit more of a bluish tint to them. He blinked. Ivan blinked. They didn't say anything as Ivan leaned in and slowly took Canada's lips with his own once more, moving them slowly, coaxing the Canadian's open with gentle persuasion that was impossible to object to. Half-lidded blue-violet eyes met closed ones, and Canada's face warmed. A tongue slipped in to his mouth and was met with little resistance at first, then suddenly the motion caught on and Matthew was pressing back against that tongue, moving his against Russia's: around, left, up, to the roof of his mouth, licking beneath it, running along teeth. He was pulled closer, pressed against the larger body. His hands moved on their own, running through hair, droplets of water ran in tiny streams down his arms. They moved faster, closer, each trying to devour the other's mouth, but it was futile. Neither could win, neither could lose. They pulled away, gasping and panting, trying with all their might to force more air in to their lungs.
The screeching behind the door was entirely forgotten in the aftermath.
Re: Water Sports [Russia/Canada + France/England] 5/?
anonymous
June 16 2009, 06:06:17 UTC
This anon here is too much in glee to type coherently. I just love your Ivan/Matthew!!! They're just so darn sweet and slow and... well, NICE WITH EACH OTHER, and Francis and Arthur practically having to restrain Alfred on the other end.
Water Sports [Russia/Canada + France/England] 6/?
anonymous
June 19 2009, 05:15:21 UTC
Dammit. Anons, I apologize; I posted an incorrectly edited version of part 5. I accidentally omitted an extra little blurb with Arthur and Francis. D: Should I repost it here, or would you all wait and have me post it to a community?
Again, I apologize for being stupid, so have some more fic filled with random and partially unnecessary dialogue
lol, reCAPTCHA! Monsters fight, indeed.
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Silence, breath, splash, silence. Matthew swallowed, staring wide-eyed at the man before him. He blinked. Ivan blinked.
"Ivan?" Matthew was the first to dare to venture back in to speech.
"Yes?" The Russian replied, voice distant and unfocused. Matthew tilted his head to the side; it was as if Ivan were not completely there. The Canadian smiled in spite of himself and leaned up, kissing his companion again, slowly, but not making any effort to go too far.
"Are you all right?" He asked. "You seem a little bit..."
Ivan smiled, the true creepy smile he had become known for among the other nations. Canada bit his lip, a little unnerved by this. "I am fine," Russia said. "I was simply thinking."
"Oh?"
"Da."
Matt looked away for a moment. Was Ivan not going to tell him? He opened his mouth to say something, but was promptly interrupted: "I was wondering what your brother would think of this. Surely he would not approve?"
"Not a chance." In the back of Matthew's mind he could practically see Alfred yelling and screaming and trying to drag him away to a safer area... like Texas. Alfred would scream and yell and call them both unpleasant names then try and kill Ivan (or Matthew if he felt like it), and then like true parents, England and France would come in and give him a stern and probably violent talking-to that possibly would lead to another war. The idea was so ludicrous that Canad couldn't help but burst in to laughter. Ivan joined in and hugged Canada lightly.
"You are probably right," he said. His eyes moved towards the door, imagining behind it Alfred clawing and screaming to be let in so he could help Matthew. Not right now, he sang in his mind. For now, he is all for me!
There was a sudden pause in the hallway outside the pool. America ceased his clawing at the door and stood up straight, looking as if he'd just remembered something important. Just as the noise stopped, France and England ceased their mini-argument to look at the former colony. "What is it, lad?" England asked cautiously. It was unlike him to just stop, unless... "Are you hungry?"
There was no noise.
"Alfred?"
Silence.
"Come on, maybe you should go back to bed..." Arthur grabbed the back of America's bomber jacket and began to tug on it, attempting to lead him away and coax him in to thinking that none of this ever happened (espeically not discovering that the two nations that had practically raised him were a lot more intimate with each other than they were comfortable to admit). "Just get a good night's sleep, eh? Alfred?"
"Noooooo!" Again, the American began lashing out and threw himself from England's grip. He slammed his fists against the door and pounded against it furiously. "No!" He repeated. "I'll never let you have him! Canada! Canadaaaaa!"
"Bloody Hell!" Arthur jumped back; in his frantic movements, Alfred had kicked him in the shin. "What was with that random pause?! I thought you were--!"
Francis put his hand on his lover's shoulder. "I... I think it is time we bid Alfred adieu," he said. "If I am going to be hurt and abused like this, then I would much rather it be in the bedroom. You agree, non?"
"But--"
"He will be fine. I do not think he has realized that the door is unlocked."
The Englishman didn't know what to say. The door had been unlocked the entire time, hadn't it? All this pain and ear-splitting noise could have been avoided it Alfred were just capable of a moment of rational thought. Then again, what had he expected?
"Yeah, you're right," he said at last. "If he does realize, then he'll be the only one hurt. He deserves to have some sense knocked in to him, the selfish git."
France ruffled England's hair and stole a quick kiss. "That is the stupid Englishman that I know," he sang. "Now let's go."
Re: Water Sports [Russia/Canada + France/England] 6/?
anonymous
June 19 2009, 05:57:07 UTC
Anon doesn't mind reposting, or maybe the parts on where it should be inserted? Like if it was just a few lines somewhere etc. I don't check fics at the main community as often so I count on this place instead.
That aside... Oh gosh Alfred! Knocking at an unlocked door. That said, please continue!!!
(Also, I must say that when I first read the first chapter and when you mention how Canada and Russia were trying to be quiet as to "not disturb other guests" since I didn't know you were going to add in England and France, I couldn't help but Imagine S.Korea and China on Canada's couch eating junk food...while watching security cameras,[Cuba in the next room was watching Degrassi].)
Ahh, silly (crazy) OP is silly~! XD [ignore my cracky imagination please]
ps. Holy cheeze balls! ReCAPTCHA just said "doorknob Maple" I'm serious (-ly scared) D:
Hey guys. I'm really sorry about all this, but for a few weeks my internet is going to be down -- I'll be writing this story in the meantime, but until I get the connection back, there won't be any updates. I apologize in advance! >___<
That's alright! I understand that things can happen. The kink meme won't run away either so this anon will await patiently for a string of updates when you get your net back.
In the meantime, I'll send you my free internet spells in the hope that all goes well!
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"Canada! Canadaaaa!"
England and France were immediately at America's side, pulling him back with all the force they could (though on France's part the reason behind it was mainly to have a somewhat-valid excuse to get his hands underneath America's shirt or to hold England's hand). "Shut the Hell up!" Arthur blasted. "You bloody git, if he sees you like this--"
"No! Nooo! Matthew! I'll save you, okay?! Okay?! Just wait, I'll get you out of there--!"
Francis clapped his hand over Alfred's mouth. "Are you not hearing us?" He hissed. "If Canada hears you, he'll tell Russia, and if Russia finds out we saw them like this -- Yee!" Suddenly a high-pitched yelp could be heard the very second France's hand was pulled from the American's face. He began cursing rapidly in French, saying rather impolite things that even a drunken Englishman would have found absolutely grotesque to repeat.
"You bit him." It was said as if it were the most obvious and yet interesting thing in the world. Quite evidently Arthur was having a hard time not laughing at this. "Y-you bit him!"
But the commotion went unheard by America. "Canadaaaaaaaaaa!"
At that exact moment, the two currently being argued over came up from the water, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it. They had somehow managed to make their way to a more shallow end of the pool so that they could both stand up -- this, however, did not stop Canada from wrapping his legs around Russia's and hanging off of his neck.
For a few moments, they said nothing, and then suddenly: "Matthew, do you hear something?"
"No. Like what?"
Russia looked in the direction of the door. "I... I suppose it is nothing." He smiled back down at Canada, who by now had switched positions so that he was standing properly and not threatening to drag Ivan down by the force of his weight (which, surprisingly, was not too bad considering he was the second largest country). His hands were still fiddling with the ends of Ivan's soaked hair, but now his face was buried in the crook of the Russian's neck too.
Long moments of silence passed, both of them just enjoying the other's presence in the embrace. Ivan rested his cheek on Canada's head, reaching to stroke the blonde hair, watching in fixed concentration the simple movement of water dripping from the ends. It was fascinating, almost, to think that this was even happening. And then: "Matthew?"
"Hmm?" Said Canadian pulled back slowly, away from the comfort of another body, to look in to violet eyes that were somehow so like his own, although Matthew knew his had a bit more of a bluish tint to them. He blinked. Ivan blinked. They didn't say anything as Ivan leaned in and slowly took Canada's lips with his own once more, moving them slowly, coaxing the Canadian's open with gentle persuasion that was impossible to object to. Half-lidded blue-violet eyes met closed ones, and Canada's face warmed. A tongue slipped in to his mouth and was met with little resistance at first, then suddenly the motion caught on and Matthew was pressing back against that tongue, moving his against Russia's: around, left, up, to the roof of his mouth, licking beneath it, running along teeth. He was pulled closer, pressed against the larger body. His hands moved on their own, running through hair, droplets of water ran in tiny streams down his arms. They moved faster, closer, each trying to devour the other's mouth, but it was futile. Neither could win, neither could lose. They pulled away, gasping and panting, trying with all their might to force more air in to their lungs.
The screeching behind the door was entirely forgotten in the aftermath.
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Oh poor Francis, being bitten~ XDDDDDDDDDDDD
*maniacally resumes abusing that F5 button again*
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This story's just fabulous, hilarious and starting to become pretty sexy too~! *mwa*
You've made my day Writer!Anon! :D ♥
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The fact that Al BIT Francis is positively genius. <3 -also resumes F5-
CANADAAAAAAA
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Again, I apologize for being stupid, so have some more fic filled with random and partially unnecessary dialogue
lol, reCAPTCHA! Monsters fight, indeed.
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Silence, breath, splash, silence. Matthew swallowed, staring wide-eyed at the man before him. He blinked. Ivan blinked.
"Ivan?" Matthew was the first to dare to venture back in to speech.
"Yes?" The Russian replied, voice distant and unfocused. Matthew tilted his head to the side; it was as if Ivan were not completely there. The Canadian smiled in spite of himself and leaned up, kissing his companion again, slowly, but not making any effort to go too far.
"Are you all right?" He asked. "You seem a little bit..."
Ivan smiled, the true creepy smile he had become known for among the other nations. Canada bit his lip, a little unnerved by this. "I am fine," Russia said. "I was simply thinking."
"Oh?"
"Da."
Matt looked away for a moment. Was Ivan not going to tell him? He opened his mouth to say something, but was promptly interrupted: "I was wondering what your brother would think of this. Surely he would not approve?"
"Not a chance." In the back of Matthew's mind he could practically see Alfred yelling and screaming and trying to drag him away to a safer area... like Texas. Alfred would scream and yell and call them both unpleasant names then try and kill Ivan (or Matthew if he felt like it), and then like true parents, England and France would come in and give him a stern and probably violent talking-to that possibly would lead to another war. The idea was so ludicrous that Canad couldn't help but burst in to laughter. Ivan joined in and hugged Canada lightly.
"You are probably right," he said. His eyes moved towards the door, imagining behind it Alfred clawing and screaming to be let in so he could help Matthew. Not right now, he sang in his mind. For now, he is all for me!
There was a sudden pause in the hallway outside the pool. America ceased his clawing at the door and stood up straight, looking as if he'd just remembered something important. Just as the noise stopped, France and England ceased their mini-argument to look at the former colony. "What is it, lad?" England asked cautiously. It was unlike him to just stop, unless... "Are you hungry?"
There was no noise.
"Alfred?"
Silence.
"Come on, maybe you should go back to bed..." Arthur grabbed the back of America's bomber jacket and began to tug on it, attempting to lead him away and coax him in to thinking that none of this ever happened (espeically not discovering that the two nations that had practically raised him were a lot more intimate with each other than they were comfortable to admit). "Just get a good night's sleep, eh? Alfred?"
"Noooooo!" Again, the American began lashing out and threw himself from England's grip. He slammed his fists against the door and pounded against it furiously. "No!" He repeated. "I'll never let you have him! Canada! Canadaaaaa!"
"Bloody Hell!" Arthur jumped back; in his frantic movements, Alfred had kicked him in the shin. "What was with that random pause?! I thought you were--!"
Francis put his hand on his lover's shoulder. "I... I think it is time we bid Alfred adieu," he said. "If I am going to be hurt and abused like this, then I would much rather it be in the bedroom. You agree, non?"
"But--"
"He will be fine. I do not think he has realized that the door is unlocked."
The Englishman didn't know what to say. The door had been unlocked the entire time, hadn't it? All this pain and ear-splitting noise could have been avoided it Alfred were just capable of a moment of rational thought. Then again, what had he expected?
"Yeah, you're right," he said at last. "If he does realize, then he'll be the only one hurt. He deserves to have some sense knocked in to him, the selfish git."
France ruffled England's hair and stole a quick kiss. "That is the stupid Englishman that I know," he sang. "Now let's go."
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That aside... Oh gosh Alfred! Knocking at an unlocked door. That said, please continue!!!
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Methinks this story be gettin' interestin' >:D ♥
Pfft, unlocked door.XD ♥
(Also, I must say that when I first read the first chapter and when you mention how Canada and Russia were trying to be quiet as to "not disturb other guests" since I didn't know you were going to add in England and France, I couldn't help but Imagine S.Korea and China on Canada's couch eating junk food...while watching security cameras,[Cuba in the next room was watching Degrassi].)
Ahh, silly (crazy) OP is silly~! XD [ignore my cracky imagination please]
ps. Holy cheeze balls! ReCAPTCHA just said "doorknob Maple" I'm serious (-ly scared) D:
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Your cracky imagination is what started this fill, m'dear. I will most certainly NOT ignore it. :D
But OP! Shhh! You'll ruin the ending!
And see? I told you about reCAPTCHA. Let's send it to Russia, maybe then it'll quit stalking the thread XD
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Oh no! I should have never said anything! Quick where's the magical white-out! D:
But if we send reCAPTCHA to Russia, what if it comes back scarier than (Stephen Harper) ever!
(Hmm, did my HTML fail? I forgot all the codes from TECH class XD)
...reCApTCHA says, "nerdy The"...g-god damnit!
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If reCAPTCHA came back scarier than Harper... -shudder
It's a sad thing when you think your own head of government is scarier than Russia
Anyway! Next part should be up soon. Thanks for encouraging me, OP, and everyone else reading, too! :'D
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So, so sorry... D:
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In the meantime, I'll send you my free internet spells in the hope that all goes well!
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Hope you get your Internet back soon~!♥ (because it so hard to let it go!)
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