[Fic] Rosa part 2
Title: Rosa Part 2
Beta: doomy_slasher
Characters/Pairing: America/England, implied Can/Fran/Prus, Russia
Rating: R
Warning: Part of the Power Exchange AU. BDSM, fantasies.
Summary: Alfred gets a clue, and Arthur gets laid much to everyone's relief.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue
Ah, he could see it if he thought hard enough.
It would be in his room. The fire in the fire place lit and softly burning low after so long. Rather than throw harsh, hard light on to the scene, it would instead be lit by candle light from around the room. The light from the candles would give a soft, gentle glow to the polished wood floors and the frame of the bed. Nothing too harsh on his bed, no, but nothing too…decadent either. It would be the soft, worn linens and thick warm quilts of his younger days.
And, of course, there would be Arthur.
Arthur. Delicious, willful, imperial Arthur sprawled out on the fine, clean linens of his bed. Of course all that oh-so markable pale English skin would be on display, shifting over muscles that once had the strength to meet and destroy empires. Those fascinating muscles still held a sort of strength. How else could the United Kingdom continue to stand as a world power after the loss of its empire, if not for the inner strength of steel that Arthur Kirkland called his own? It made the willing submission of the nation all the sweeter; for all that strength and power to willingly be given over to another was intoxicating. Equally intoxicating was the play of the dark leather cuffs encircling the nation's limbs and neck. Thick, well made leather restraints that could hold back rampaging bulls. Play toys these were not. These were things meant to be used, meant to hold up to nearly anything.
He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs a little to relieve the sweet ache. Perhaps in a bit he might have those lips wrap around him, and watch the green eyes of the island nation grow dark and wild. But it was not quite time for that, no, it was still time to lean back and watch the show.
The same pale English skin he'd just been admiring was blossoming with red. Bite marks, kisses and pinched skin began to show, turning a lovely red color against the near white skin. (He'd always been fond of red.) He watched as the second nation's lighter blond head worked it’s way across that narrow chest.
"Please." Arthur was jerking at the restraints. Trying to get free? It would make sense, given that he'd been tied up and touched for hours without a release. Anyone, even an English Imperial Rose, might be willing to break training and beg after so long.
"Shhh. Soon." Ah ah ah., Do not make promises you cannot keep,. he thought to the nation currently teasing Arthur. Perhaps it was time to raise the stakes a bit and push both of the nations curled in the bed farther. Reaching towards the small desk near him and the lit candles on it, he. selected a tall, dark green one that gave off the scent of ocean and pine. How appropriate. He stood and walked towards the couple, holding the candle in one hand and sheltering the flame with the other. It would not do to let it blow out before it could be put to use.
A tanned hand would reach towards his, their fingers tangled and touching before he would surrender the candle to the blond nation. A smile would be his payment, a brighter and more brilliant one then any movie star could hope for. He would sit next to the pair, tangling his hand in the dirty blond English hair and wait.
"Take a breath Arthur," the order came," take a breath and scream for us."
He shivered as Arthur did as he was ordered, shrieking as the hot green wax dripped onto his chest. Lines and dots grew in random patterns, a green forest growing over the well used English landscape. As the tan nation kept it up, the urge to join in grew till he couldn't take it any longer.
"Please! Please oh god please, more!" Ragged pleas, desperate and unthinking, came out of Arthur's mouth, his hips bucking for contact, for release from the bindings, for anything that might push him over the edge. It felt empowering ... to be the one this Imperial Rose pleaded with, for rare was the Rose that begged for anything.
"Do you need to use the safe word little one," he murmured into the sweat soaked hair. His hand traveled down Arthur's neck to the clamped nipple. "Or do you want more?"
A low laugh from the tanned blond nation. "I think he wants more."
Their eyes, pale violet and sky blue met, and without words they came to an understanding. His hand plucked and twisted the clamp free just as the other nation dripped a bit of wax on Arthur's most sensitive bits. The resulting shriek as they watched, greedy, as Arthur nearly bent in two despite the his restraints and a hard groan ripped itself from two throats as they watched the desperate Englishman.
"More, more, I need.."
The choked words did much to warm him up. It was always good to be appreciated. "Perhaps we should give our little one what he wants, da?" Ivan's smiled at his counterpart super power. "It isn't polite to tease so."
Alfred's blinding grin showed as -
BANG!
Ivan jerked back to reality with a grimace. It was Alfred slapping his hands on the (reinforced after the last two UN meetings) desk. The unpleasant look on his face made Ivan sigh to himself. Why was it that Alfred was only agreeable these days in his daydreams? For that matter, so was Arthur, what with his
crankiness extended towards nearly every Dominant nation.
"Dude, giant mirrors in space will totally work!*"
"That is the dumbest idea to come out of your mouth ever, aru! And we have heard plenty," Yao yelled back. Predictably Alfred stiffened at the insult. "You never think, and you always leap in head first! Is it any wonder you cannot keep your debts in order?!"
Oh, excellent choice comrade. Bring up the debt issue again. Ivan rolled his eyes. For all that he was pleased another communist nation was becoming a world power, it displeased him that Yao forgot what his economy was based on.**
"Ve, maybe we should break for lunch and have pasta," Feliciano ventured softly. Little Feli joining in? The only reason for that could be, oh yes. Ludwig was starting to turn purple in the face in mute rage.
Perhaps Ivan should invite Ludwig to spend time in the quiet wilds of Kamtchaka - the fishing was excellent and it was far, far, far from anyone who might wish to intrude on his time. It would not do for the German to suffer from such frustration, and it would not do for little Feli to have to temper that frustration and then have his hard work undone.
"What we should do is discuss how I'm being repaid," Yao shrilled.
True, he would not be able to invite Alfred and Arthur to his cabin then, but he had other homes and other beds.
Around him, as he sat thinking, the room descended into the normal chaos of a UN meeting, as Alfred and Yao turned a meeting on fixing the global greenhouse effect into a pitched battle over global debts.
Arthur twitched as his formerly ordered, neat, and functioning as planned meeting went to hell around him. Next to Francis and Matthew (for all that he sometimes forgot Matthew, but how could he forget his most loyal colony now?) sat Gilbert,. who was out right laughing and egging Alfred and Yao on.
Wasn't Yao over 5,000 years old? Didn't he know better by now? Couldn't he be the adult for once, since everyone knew that getting Alfred to act his age was impossible?. Why did Yao have to start in on Alfred just as they might actually get a useful idea out of the other nation?
(Stupid idea, yes. Oddly thought out, planned and articulate and actually potentially useful idea also yes. It just needed a bit of work. A bit more engineering and Arthur privately thought maybe it might have some potential uses. Certainly it made more sense than the previous umbrella idea.)
Personally he thought Yao kept antagonizing Alfred because Alfred was an unknown - neither Sub nor Dom nor Switch as far as the world knew. He'd never been trained by anyone, and other then a few rumored treaty-related handjobs early on his nationhood, had never bedded anyone. That a super power was wandering around like this, bumbling about in the world's ordered function must be like a thorn under the ancient man's skin. Either that or Yao had finally gotten sick of losing Ivan's attention to Alfred.
"At least I do not wear and tear at my allies, and force them into wars aru!"
"I didn't force anyone! They saw that something had to be done too!"
"And your stupid little wars have led to what? More killings!"
It irked him that Alfred had not been trained by the Imperial House. It almost hurt - Alfred had been destined for the Scottish branch, to be trained by Arthur's own brother as an Imperial Lion if he'd turned out to be a Dom, and if not then it was to Arthur's own English branch he would go to become a Rose. Either way, it had been intended for the then-young Alfred to serve Arthur as his Imperial Protectorate, to be his consort and serve Arthur in all ways.
(The idea of the golden Lion emblazoned on Alfred's bicep, the elegant Celtic knot work depicting his training master was a bit…thrilling to think of. The Lion would suit him well with his fierce and loving nature. He would effortlessly dominate in bed, to be sure, and he'd be able to put that freakish strength and stamina of his to good effect. Yet at the same time, Arthur could easily see him as a Rose, submitting without letting anyone in, sex on legs and with the ability to make anyone fall to him.)
That had been the plan, Arthur's cherished little plan. He'd set it up at much personal cost. Angus had agreed, a bit shockingly, to test the lad's mettle and determine where to send him. He'd had to agree to Angus having first pick of all his colonies for training, but he’d thought the potential pay off was worth it he'd thought at the time. If only Alfred had waited another ten years! One little decade was all he would have had to wait out before he could send Alfred to Scotland for his four years of training. And without Alfred being there, being physically present in the colonies, he could have easily put down the rebellion and kept Alfred by his side.
But it hadn't gone like that.
"I want my freedom, Arthur. You can't keep me chained up forever. You force me to do as you will and never think about what I want. Alls I am to you is a pet, a prize to be shown off to the world! Well I won't be your pet any longer!" The door had slammed as Alfred stormed out into the rain. Two days later, the colonies and their master nation were at war.
Arthur stood up and yelled. "Oi!"
Nothing happened. If anything the yelling got louder.
This called for drastic measures. Luckily, he'd come prepared.
BANG.
The sound of a gun going off silenced every one of the quarreling nations. Almost as one a sea of heads turned towards the Englishman. He smiled. "Thank you all for shutting up. I'm calling a recess. Perhaps during the break you will all learn to grow up, so that when we return we can sit down and discuss the current issues like proper nations," he snapped.
"Excellent idea, eh," Matthew agreed hastily. "Seconded!"
Francis rolled his eyes, "Thirded."
"Smashing! Motion passed. Now piss off and don't come back till you can act your age!" Arthur snarled at the still frozen nations. After a moment of silence, countries began to drift out the door, some in pairs, some by themselves. Matthew looked to be deep in a quite whispered argument with Francis and Gilbert complete with motions towards Alfred. He supposed he should be a good host and find out why Yao had gone out of his way to antagonize Alfred today, but it looked like someone else was already speaking with the asian nation. Ivan had been practicing of late a more...kinder, gentler Russia policy towards other nations in an attempt to better his foreign relations. Well at least he wouldn't have to deal with Yao's passive aggressiveness today if he still needed to deal with that lad.
*There really is a plan to put mirrors in space to reflect the sun's rays and thus cool down the world's atmosphere as a way to combat the green house effect. However, the cost of such a venture would bankrupt every nation on earth 5x over - and there is no guarantee that the glass mirrors would make it to their target destination intact. And yes, it was proposed by a US scientist. Though, a British engineer has done some research on it and concluded the mirrors wouldn't likely make it out of the atmosphere
** According to this one's crazy professors (and this one assumes that those professors are smart and knowledgeable) most of the Chinese economy depends on a few things - foreign trade, & the manufacture of cheap goods, and foreign debt. If any of the major importers of Chinese goods were to stop and focus on making their own (such as the US) it would have a devastating effect on the economy. However, an even worse blow would be if the US (or any of the EU countries really) paid back their debts in full as China profits far more on collecting the interest then it would in ever collecting the full debt.
Beta: doomy_slasher
Characters/Pairing: America/England, implied Can/Fran/Prus, Russia
Rating: R
Warning: Part of the Power Exchange AU. BDSM, fantasies.
Summary: Alfred gets a clue, and Arthur gets laid much to everyone's relief.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue
Ah, he could see it if he thought hard enough.
It would be in his room. The fire in the fire place lit and softly burning low after so long. Rather than throw harsh, hard light on to the scene, it would instead be lit by candle light from around the room. The light from the candles would give a soft, gentle glow to the polished wood floors and the frame of the bed. Nothing too harsh on his bed, no, but nothing too…decadent either. It would be the soft, worn linens and thick warm quilts of his younger days.
And, of course, there would be Arthur.
Arthur. Delicious, willful, imperial Arthur sprawled out on the fine, clean linens of his bed. Of course all that oh-so markable pale English skin would be on display, shifting over muscles that once had the strength to meet and destroy empires. Those fascinating muscles still held a sort of strength. How else could the United Kingdom continue to stand as a world power after the loss of its empire, if not for the inner strength of steel that Arthur Kirkland called his own? It made the willing submission of the nation all the sweeter; for all that strength and power to willingly be given over to another was intoxicating. Equally intoxicating was the play of the dark leather cuffs encircling the nation's limbs and neck. Thick, well made leather restraints that could hold back rampaging bulls. Play toys these were not. These were things meant to be used, meant to hold up to nearly anything.
He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs a little to relieve the sweet ache. Perhaps in a bit he might have those lips wrap around him, and watch the green eyes of the island nation grow dark and wild. But it was not quite time for that, no, it was still time to lean back and watch the show.
The same pale English skin he'd just been admiring was blossoming with red. Bite marks, kisses and pinched skin began to show, turning a lovely red color against the near white skin. (He'd always been fond of red.) He watched as the second nation's lighter blond head worked it’s way across that narrow chest.
"Please." Arthur was jerking at the restraints. Trying to get free? It would make sense, given that he'd been tied up and touched for hours without a release. Anyone, even an English Imperial Rose, might be willing to break training and beg after so long.
"Shhh. Soon." Ah ah ah., Do not make promises you cannot keep,. he thought to the nation currently teasing Arthur. Perhaps it was time to raise the stakes a bit and push both of the nations curled in the bed farther. Reaching towards the small desk near him and the lit candles on it, he. selected a tall, dark green one that gave off the scent of ocean and pine. How appropriate. He stood and walked towards the couple, holding the candle in one hand and sheltering the flame with the other. It would not do to let it blow out before it could be put to use.
A tanned hand would reach towards his, their fingers tangled and touching before he would surrender the candle to the blond nation. A smile would be his payment, a brighter and more brilliant one then any movie star could hope for. He would sit next to the pair, tangling his hand in the dirty blond English hair and wait.
"Take a breath Arthur," the order came," take a breath and scream for us."
He shivered as Arthur did as he was ordered, shrieking as the hot green wax dripped onto his chest. Lines and dots grew in random patterns, a green forest growing over the well used English landscape. As the tan nation kept it up, the urge to join in grew till he couldn't take it any longer.
"Please! Please oh god please, more!" Ragged pleas, desperate and unthinking, came out of Arthur's mouth, his hips bucking for contact, for release from the bindings, for anything that might push him over the edge. It felt empowering ... to be the one this Imperial Rose pleaded with, for rare was the Rose that begged for anything.
"Do you need to use the safe word little one," he murmured into the sweat soaked hair. His hand traveled down Arthur's neck to the clamped nipple. "Or do you want more?"
A low laugh from the tanned blond nation. "I think he wants more."
Their eyes, pale violet and sky blue met, and without words they came to an understanding. His hand plucked and twisted the clamp free just as the other nation dripped a bit of wax on Arthur's most sensitive bits. The resulting shriek as they watched, greedy, as Arthur nearly bent in two despite the his restraints and a hard groan ripped itself from two throats as they watched the desperate Englishman.
"More, more, I need.."
The choked words did much to warm him up. It was always good to be appreciated. "Perhaps we should give our little one what he wants, da?" Ivan's smiled at his counterpart super power. "It isn't polite to tease so."
Alfred's blinding grin showed as -
BANG!
Ivan jerked back to reality with a grimace. It was Alfred slapping his hands on the (reinforced after the last two UN meetings) desk. The unpleasant look on his face made Ivan sigh to himself. Why was it that Alfred was only agreeable these days in his daydreams? For that matter, so was Arthur, what with his
crankiness extended towards nearly every Dominant nation.
"Dude, giant mirrors in space will totally work!*"
"That is the dumbest idea to come out of your mouth ever, aru! And we have heard plenty," Yao yelled back. Predictably Alfred stiffened at the insult. "You never think, and you always leap in head first! Is it any wonder you cannot keep your debts in order?!"
Oh, excellent choice comrade. Bring up the debt issue again. Ivan rolled his eyes. For all that he was pleased another communist nation was becoming a world power, it displeased him that Yao forgot what his economy was based on.**
"Ve, maybe we should break for lunch and have pasta," Feliciano ventured softly. Little Feli joining in? The only reason for that could be, oh yes. Ludwig was starting to turn purple in the face in mute rage.
Perhaps Ivan should invite Ludwig to spend time in the quiet wilds of Kamtchaka - the fishing was excellent and it was far, far, far from anyone who might wish to intrude on his time. It would not do for the German to suffer from such frustration, and it would not do for little Feli to have to temper that frustration and then have his hard work undone.
"What we should do is discuss how I'm being repaid," Yao shrilled.
True, he would not be able to invite Alfred and Arthur to his cabin then, but he had other homes and other beds.
Around him, as he sat thinking, the room descended into the normal chaos of a UN meeting, as Alfred and Yao turned a meeting on fixing the global greenhouse effect into a pitched battle over global debts.
Arthur twitched as his formerly ordered, neat, and functioning as planned meeting went to hell around him. Next to Francis and Matthew (for all that he sometimes forgot Matthew, but how could he forget his most loyal colony now?) sat Gilbert,. who was out right laughing and egging Alfred and Yao on.
Wasn't Yao over 5,000 years old? Didn't he know better by now? Couldn't he be the adult for once, since everyone knew that getting Alfred to act his age was impossible?. Why did Yao have to start in on Alfred just as they might actually get a useful idea out of the other nation?
(Stupid idea, yes. Oddly thought out, planned and articulate and actually potentially useful idea also yes. It just needed a bit of work. A bit more engineering and Arthur privately thought maybe it might have some potential uses. Certainly it made more sense than the previous umbrella idea.)
Personally he thought Yao kept antagonizing Alfred because Alfred was an unknown - neither Sub nor Dom nor Switch as far as the world knew. He'd never been trained by anyone, and other then a few rumored treaty-related handjobs early on his nationhood, had never bedded anyone. That a super power was wandering around like this, bumbling about in the world's ordered function must be like a thorn under the ancient man's skin. Either that or Yao had finally gotten sick of losing Ivan's attention to Alfred.
"At least I do not wear and tear at my allies, and force them into wars aru!"
"I didn't force anyone! They saw that something had to be done too!"
"And your stupid little wars have led to what? More killings!"
It irked him that Alfred had not been trained by the Imperial House. It almost hurt - Alfred had been destined for the Scottish branch, to be trained by Arthur's own brother as an Imperial Lion if he'd turned out to be a Dom, and if not then it was to Arthur's own English branch he would go to become a Rose. Either way, it had been intended for the then-young Alfred to serve Arthur as his Imperial Protectorate, to be his consort and serve Arthur in all ways.
(The idea of the golden Lion emblazoned on Alfred's bicep, the elegant Celtic knot work depicting his training master was a bit…thrilling to think of. The Lion would suit him well with his fierce and loving nature. He would effortlessly dominate in bed, to be sure, and he'd be able to put that freakish strength and stamina of his to good effect. Yet at the same time, Arthur could easily see him as a Rose, submitting without letting anyone in, sex on legs and with the ability to make anyone fall to him.)
That had been the plan, Arthur's cherished little plan. He'd set it up at much personal cost. Angus had agreed, a bit shockingly, to test the lad's mettle and determine where to send him. He'd had to agree to Angus having first pick of all his colonies for training, but he’d thought the potential pay off was worth it he'd thought at the time. If only Alfred had waited another ten years! One little decade was all he would have had to wait out before he could send Alfred to Scotland for his four years of training. And without Alfred being there, being physically present in the colonies, he could have easily put down the rebellion and kept Alfred by his side.
But it hadn't gone like that.
"I want my freedom, Arthur. You can't keep me chained up forever. You force me to do as you will and never think about what I want. Alls I am to you is a pet, a prize to be shown off to the world! Well I won't be your pet any longer!" The door had slammed as Alfred stormed out into the rain. Two days later, the colonies and their master nation were at war.
Arthur stood up and yelled. "Oi!"
Nothing happened. If anything the yelling got louder.
This called for drastic measures. Luckily, he'd come prepared.
BANG.
The sound of a gun going off silenced every one of the quarreling nations. Almost as one a sea of heads turned towards the Englishman. He smiled. "Thank you all for shutting up. I'm calling a recess. Perhaps during the break you will all learn to grow up, so that when we return we can sit down and discuss the current issues like proper nations," he snapped.
"Excellent idea, eh," Matthew agreed hastily. "Seconded!"
Francis rolled his eyes, "Thirded."
"Smashing! Motion passed. Now piss off and don't come back till you can act your age!" Arthur snarled at the still frozen nations. After a moment of silence, countries began to drift out the door, some in pairs, some by themselves. Matthew looked to be deep in a quite whispered argument with Francis and Gilbert complete with motions towards Alfred. He supposed he should be a good host and find out why Yao had gone out of his way to antagonize Alfred today, but it looked like someone else was already speaking with the asian nation. Ivan had been practicing of late a more...kinder, gentler Russia policy towards other nations in an attempt to better his foreign relations. Well at least he wouldn't have to deal with Yao's passive aggressiveness today if he still needed to deal with that lad.
*There really is a plan to put mirrors in space to reflect the sun's rays and thus cool down the world's atmosphere as a way to combat the green house effect. However, the cost of such a venture would bankrupt every nation on earth 5x over - and there is no guarantee that the glass mirrors would make it to their target destination intact. And yes, it was proposed by a US scientist. Though, a British engineer has done some research on it and concluded the mirrors wouldn't likely make it out of the atmosphere
** According to this one's crazy professors (and this one assumes that those professors are smart and knowledgeable) most of the Chinese economy depends on a few things - foreign trade, & the manufacture of cheap goods, and foreign debt. If any of the major importers of Chinese goods were to stop and focus on making their own (such as the US) it would have a devastating effect on the economy. However, an even worse blow would be if the US (or any of the EU countries really) paid back their debts in full as China profits far more on collecting the interest then it would in ever collecting the full debt.