201. fuck or die meme

[wildfidgey]

THE FUCK OR DIE MEME

Aaah, the sound of birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun is shining in through the windows. That weird collar around your neck is ticking, ready to self destuct soon. You crack your eyes open.
....Wait. How did that collar get there? What is this? It cannot come off, no matter how hard you pull at it.
And something

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Belarus ♔ Axis Powers Hetalia

[bipolar_bride]

[Anything goes]

[vanavanushka]

[Of course he was going to try the obvious things first.

Like, yanking at the collar. And then yanking at it some more. And then looking at Belarus.]

[bipolar_bride]

[She's giving her Vanya a look. The what in the world are you protesting for? one; she loved him but the girl wasn't blind enough to miss the blatant attempt to rid him of his collar. Which matched her own just like the notes they got.

For some reason she was more scantily clad than usual, perhaps as a joke. Perhaps to urge on the do-or-die goal... When she slid onto the bed the nightgown slid up her thighs. Oh look, pale skin.] This is most worrying, Vanya... How do they know?

[vanavanushka]

[Ivan's brows knitted together, as he tugged at the collar once more, but all it was really doing was creating a slight redness around his neck, over the scars there.] Knowing what, sestra...? [He eyed the scanty nightgown, not liking the fact that his little sister was dressed in such a thing, for more than one reason, and he slowly moved to touch her arm, wondering if she was cold.] You are not hurting, da?

[bipolar_bride]

Mm, nyet. I am not the one tugging at the supposedly explosive collar around my neck. [Casually, oh so casually she straddled him, knees snug to Ivan's sides. Her free hand went to his hair, stroking a few times before settling against his shoulder] You know what the message said.I do not wish Vanya any harm... [a crooked smirk and she looked him over] Such a handsome brat I am having. It would do no good to have that collar detonate, da?

[vanavanushka]

[Ivan frowned, eying her collar, moving to touch it, distracted enough by it, and her casual-not-forceful attitude, that she could get on his lap without a fuss.] I would survive. It is not like my head has not been harmed before.... [He frowned, but he wasn't really worried about that, though he would greatly prefer if his sister did not have the same experiences, and he frowned, appreciating the hair strokes] Hmmm....

[bipolar_bride]

[She's a manipulative little bitch, Natalia. Continuing to stroke his hair, she lowered her voice in a deceptively innocent manner, eyes taking on a softer appeal] Are you wanting that? [a pause; brings in those skills] Brother, I- Let me just say that I am not wanting that fate for myself or for you...

[With that lingering thought surely deep in his thoughts, or so she hoped, the girl pressed her lips against his forehead as a start before making a path along his cheek and jaw; everything soft, trying to ease him into her motives] I would not hold it against you if you took me to save the both of us, da?

[Ha. Hahahah...ahah.]

[vanavanushka]

[Ivan watched the other, brows furrowed, shifting slightly, embarrassed, not liking the thought of having to have sex with his little sister. And if it was only himself he would definitely say no--he could deal with having his head destroyed--it always grew back. However having her there, the same fate in store, along with her manipulative attitude.... that was something different entirely. He didn't move quite yet, still contemplative, but he wasn't running away like he might normally have done, and his hands were on her legs, rather than pressing her away.]