OHHHHH NO YOU DIDN'T-ARUreal_dimsumMarch 21 2009, 05:56:53 UTC
"You know, I invented tea and scones! And double-decker buses, and the London Eye!" Korea said brightly, bouncing around in his chair. "Did you know that, England?"
"You know, you are absolutely right!" England said with a gasp of awe. "I can't believe I never thought of that! Does that mean you invented fish and chips, spotted dick, lorries, crisps and bobbies as well?!"
"Yep yep!" Korea was positively glowing with excitement. "Why else do you think they're so awesome? Because I invented them, of course!"
England wiped away a tear. "This is the greatest moment of my life," he sniffled. "I'm actually sitting in the same room - no, breathing the same air as the one who brought tea and scones into this world! I must say, good sir, good on you, what what?"
He turned his sparkling eyes to the Korean once more.
"Please, sire, enlighten this ignorant, witless, backward country rube! Tell me more of your inventive exploits, please!"
"Well, since you asked me so nicely! I invented biscuits, marmalade, bangers and mash, the Beatles, the Queen, Big Ben..."
England sighed dreamily as Korea continued. "...What a man~."
LOW AS FUCK, WANKER.sconetasticMarch 21 2009, 06:02:23 UTC
"Francis..." China purrs, slyly perching himself on France's lap and licking his lips. "I hear your France cuisine is absolutely amazing-aru."
France chuckles, a firm hand cupping China's buttock and leering at the petite Asian. "Ah yes, Yao..." he murmurs into China's neck, feeling China shiver against him. "It is... delicious."
"You must let me try sometime-aru," China swoons in reply, breath hitching and eyes glazed with want. And then, oh God, France kisses him-- China's mind blanks out in bliss.
FFFFFF I DON'T FIND THAT HOT AT ALL, NO SIR-ARU.real_dimsumMarch 21 2009, 06:32:05 UTC
"Oh, Angleterre," Francis said innocently. "A little bird told me that when you and Gilbert got - er - 'pissed', as you say... that there is permanent evidence of your ... 'endeavours'...." His eyes traveled downwards to the seat of the Brit's pants. "...On your derriere."
Arthur choked. "Wha - what the - fffffffffff - I-I-I have no idea what hell you're talking about, you goddamn frog-faced winey nymphomaniac!!"
He swallowed nervously as Francis' eyes gleamed maliciously. Oh shit.
"Well then, you must prove me wrong, don't you?" Francis purred. "Drop your trousers and prove to me your word is good!"
"Wha-"
Arthur reacted only a half-second too late before the Frenchman pounced on him, knocking him to the floor and dragging his pants down his hips.
"N-nooooo~!" Arthur cried, only half-struggling against the other man's ministrations. "D-don't touch me... not there!"
"Your mouth says 'non' but your buttocks say 'oui, oui, MAIS OUI'!" Francis gloated as Arthur's bare ass came into view. His eyes widened at the sight of the crudely tattooed tuber on his tush.
"Oh la la, Arthur, you bad boy, you! I knew you were kinky, but this-! Is that supposed to be a potato?"
"Sh-shut up!" Arthur cried, thrashing uselessly. "Get OFF me, you fucking ... you fucking PERVERT!!"
"Let me add the banger to your mash, Angleterre~," was the last thing Arthur heard before Francis unzipped his fly and fucked him into oblivion.
Arthur could bitch and moan and cry about it all he wanted, but there wasn't a single fibre in his being that didn't want it.
"You know, you are absolutely right!" England said with a gasp of awe. "I can't believe I never thought of that! Does that mean you invented fish and chips, spotted dick, lorries, crisps and bobbies as well?!"
"Yep yep!" Korea was positively glowing with excitement. "Why else do you think they're so awesome? Because I invented them, of course!"
England wiped away a tear. "This is the greatest moment of my life," he sniffled. "I'm actually sitting in the same room - no, breathing the same air as the one who brought tea and scones into this world! I must say, good sir, good on you, what what?"
He turned his sparkling eyes to the Korean once more.
"Please, sire, enlighten this ignorant, witless, backward country rube! Tell me more of your inventive exploits, please!"
"Well, since you asked me so nicely! I invented biscuits, marmalade, bangers and mash, the Beatles, the Queen, Big Ben..."
England sighed dreamily as Korea continued. "...What a man~."
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France chuckles, a firm hand cupping China's buttock and leering at the petite Asian. "Ah yes, Yao..." he murmurs into China's neck, feeling China shiver against him. "It is... delicious."
"You must let me try sometime-aru," China swoons in reply, breath hitching and eyes glazed with want. And then, oh God, France kisses him-- China's mind blanks out in bliss.
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Arthur choked. "Wha - what the - fffffffffff - I-I-I have no idea what hell you're talking about, you goddamn frog-faced winey nymphomaniac!!"
He swallowed nervously as Francis' eyes gleamed maliciously. Oh shit.
"Well then, you must prove me wrong, don't you?" Francis purred. "Drop your trousers and prove to me your word is good!"
"Wha-"
Arthur reacted only a half-second too late before the Frenchman pounced on him, knocking him to the floor and dragging his pants down his hips.
"N-nooooo~!" Arthur cried, only half-struggling against the other man's ministrations. "D-don't touch me... not there!"
"Your mouth says 'non' but your buttocks say 'oui, oui, MAIS OUI'!" Francis gloated as Arthur's bare ass came into view. His eyes widened at the sight of the crudely tattooed tuber on his tush.
"Oh la la, Arthur, you bad boy, you! I knew you were kinky, but this-! Is that supposed to be a potato?"
"Sh-shut up!" Arthur cried, thrashing uselessly. "Get OFF me, you fucking ... you fucking PERVERT!!"
"Let me add the banger to your mash, Angleterre~," was the last thing Arthur heard before Francis unzipped his fly and fucked him into oblivion.
Arthur could bitch and moan and cry about it all he wanted, but there wasn't a single fibre in his being that didn't want it.
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