Temp. difference kink
anonymous
August 3 2009, 14:05:27 UTC
In fanfic Russia is actually portrayed as being physically cold. Say all Nation-tans have this, that their body temperature mimics that of their country.
Temperature difference with a pairing that isn't Russia/America. Or Canada/Seychelles, or Cuba/Canada, for that matter.
The more uncommon the pairing the better. Canada/Greece, Sweden/Egypt, Belarus/Seychelles, be creative. Looking at those... the cold Nation-tan doesn't have to top.
Multiple fills would be cool, cuz it's open-ended. :x
Bellisima [1/?]
anonymous
August 4 2009, 00:31:33 UTC
His breath was warm as it brushed over my ear. “Not everything has to be cold…” It was a whisper that should have been lost in the blaring traffic on the street running parallel to the alley, but his voice was too rich to be missed.
“Why are you here?” I demanded. I’d meant to sound harsh. I’d meant to communicate the chaotic chorus of anger and betrayal that was clawing up my chest and throat. Instead, my words sounded like a plea.
He pulled away slightly, arm still supporting his weight on the stone wall above my head. His eyes were kind and pitying, and I hated him for it. I hated him enough to wrench my hands upwards and dig my nails into those eyes if they’d only stop looking at me. I didn’t; they didn’t. “The way your brother treats you, and the way you just expect it… How can you live like that?”
“Don’t speak of my brother in such a way!” I hissed out. I reached up to slap him, but he caught my hand. Gently. He was warm.
“Belarus, bellisima,” he soothed. “I came after you because I was worried. The others were… unfair to
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Bellisima [2/?]
anonymous
August 4 2009, 02:31:51 UTC
His arms encircled me, claiming the small amount of space he’d left out of respect for my discomfort. That was all right. I was comfortable now. His tongue traced tentatively over my lips, and I hesitated, wondering what I was doing. But this man, this nation, had followed me through the city streets when I had run from my humiliation. He had followed me, and now he was giving me something I so rarely found
( ... )
Re: Bellisima [2/?]
anonymous
August 4 2009, 23:53:57 UTC
This is very well written, anon. Your emphasis on the temperature difference doesn't seem forced at all, nor does the crack pairing seem forced. That's quite a feat if you ask me.
Re: Bellisima [2/?]
anonymous
August 6 2009, 05:07:05 UTC
...Okay, this is the above anon that just commented on this yesterday, but I read it again just now and I have more to comment on.
To elaborate on "this is written well," I love when she kisses his neck and you compare it to kissing tea. I love that image to death. And wondering if people had trained themselves not to look down alleys? Nice detail
( ... )
Snow, sometimes (2/2)
anonymous
August 7 2009, 12:10:43 UTC
Afterwards the dog sniffs at the empty bottle on the floorboards. Australia scolds her with a curse as he pulls Berwald down by the neck to rest his forehead against his clavicle. “How’s Sealan’ nowadays?”
“…G’d.”
A pause. Low pressure patterns. Then-
“What does Englan’ call this sorta thing? Long distance relationships or what?” Sweden shrugs, the movement sliding his shoulders against Australia’s side. The bitch licks at her belly under the table opposite them.
“Well, why not?” he lets out after a moment, staring up at the ceiling with a stupid, warm grin on his face.
The Royals will be back from their tour of Canberra soon, and he is yet to buy his wife a souvenir, Sweden reminds himself. Then he looks sideways down at the younger man tangled in the cool cotton sheets and only the humidity all around them, and he forgets the rest.
Why not? Australia repeats it softly against his lips with his tongue in his mouth, again ‘why not’ through his burning fingers tangled in his hair, the heat in his boiling blood, half a
( ... )
Re: Snow, sometimes (2/2)
anonymous
August 7 2009, 14:31:32 UTC
I was a little bit suspect looking at the fill-post, but I figured why not. And you know what? I should read cracktastic pairings more often. The kinds of people who pick the cracktastic pairings tend to carry it off well.
The dialogue in this piece is - I can't say the strongest part, because I think it's all strong - but so realistic that I was immediately aware that these were people talking, and talking naturally.
if Finland has kept Hanatamago from tracking snow in the hall. I was actually quite uncomfortable with this line, but in a good way. (I get really freaked out by characters having affairs) - in that, yes, Sweden has this space here with Australia, and he has a life with Finland, and there doesn't seem to be any reason to avoid or be ashamed of either. Which I'm glad you pulled off.
Re: Snow, sometimes (2/2)
anonymous
August 7 2009, 21:46:31 UTC
I could love this fill just for using the term "geographical father", and in addition it has good characterisation, lovely imagery and delicious smutty references. ;) Well done with such a cracky pairing, anon!
Temperature difference with a pairing that isn't Russia/America. Or Canada/Seychelles, or Cuba/Canada, for that matter.
The more uncommon the pairing the better. Canada/Greece, Sweden/Egypt, Belarus/Seychelles, be creative. Looking at those... the cold Nation-tan doesn't have to top.
Multiple fills would be cool, cuz it's open-ended. :x
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“Why are you here?” I demanded. I’d meant to sound harsh. I’d meant to communicate the chaotic chorus of anger and betrayal that was clawing up my chest and throat. Instead, my words sounded like a plea.
He pulled away slightly, arm still supporting his weight on the stone wall above my head. His eyes were kind and pitying, and I hated him for it. I hated him enough to wrench my hands upwards and dig my nails into those eyes if they’d only stop looking at me. I didn’t; they didn’t. “The way your brother treats you, and the way you just expect it… How can you live like that?”
“Don’t speak of my brother in such a way!” I hissed out. I reached up to slap him, but he caught my hand. Gently. He was warm.
“Belarus, bellisima,” he soothed. “I came after you because I was worried. The others were… unfair to ( ... )
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Lovely fill thus far. I can't wait for the rest.
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To elaborate on "this is written well," I love when she kisses his neck and you compare it to kissing tea. I love that image to death. And wondering if people had trained themselves not to look down alleys? Nice detail ( ... )
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“Mm.”
“You own a dog, eh?”
“Mm.”
“Terrier or somethin’, I bet. Though you’ve gotta few of ‘em- what d’ya call ‘em, again? - Vallhunds “’G’ss I d’. F’n’l’n’ f’ds h’m ( ... )
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“…G’d.”
A pause. Low pressure patterns. Then-
“What does Englan’ call this sorta thing? Long distance relationships or what?” Sweden shrugs, the movement sliding his shoulders against Australia’s side. The bitch licks at her belly under the table opposite them.
“Well, why not?” he lets out after a moment, staring up at the ceiling with a stupid, warm grin on his face.
The Royals will be back from their tour of Canberra soon, and he is yet to buy his wife a souvenir, Sweden reminds himself. Then he looks sideways down at the younger man tangled in the cool cotton sheets and only the humidity all around them, and he forgets the rest.
Why not? Australia repeats it softly against his lips with his tongue in his mouth, again ‘why not’ through his burning fingers tangled in his hair, the heat in his boiling blood, half a ( ... )
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The dialogue in this piece is - I can't say the strongest part, because I think it's all strong - but so realistic that I was immediately aware that these were people talking, and talking naturally.
if Finland has kept Hanatamago from tracking snow in the hall.
I was actually quite uncomfortable with this line, but in a good way. (I get really freaked out by characters having affairs) - in that, yes, Sweden has this space here with Australia, and he has a life with Finland, and there doesn't seem to be any reason to avoid or be ashamed of either. Which I'm glad you pulled off.
“ ’s what ‘ts f’r,”
It would be! =DDD
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