It clearly says: 'It's show time', isn't it? So let's make England giving America THE BEST SHOW EVER.
BONUS IF: America is handcuffed, bounded, I don't know, but in the end England lets him do whatever he wants, in other words, he lets America to SCREW HIM LIKE NO TOMORROW.
Re: It's show time
anonymous
August 13 2009, 09:49:35 UTC
Fuck opnon, I hope I do your request justice. The English language has never been a strong point of mine, and fuck if I can put together these brief flashes of thought into a story, but damn I needed to write this.
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A light tickling sensation 'round the front woke me - it was something cool scraping against my chest. When I roused myself enough to take stock of my status, three thoughts went through my head.
Fuuuuck why does my head hurt...
Oh. I went drinking with England… then what happened?
Wait. Why can't I move my hands?
Declaring robustly to myself (I’m such a man!) that I should access my surroundings, I tried to ignore the pounding behind my eyes and cracked them open. It was blurry. There was something green in my face. Fuck. thought the awesome manly hero America, Glasses.I must have said something out loud, because a second later, there was a shifting in my lap - was somebody sitting on me? - and the world suddenly came into focus
( ... )
Show Time 2/?
anonymous
August 13 2009, 09:52:51 UTC
(Forgot my title in the first one)
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The hat made him look sharp, sure, but the rest of him? Amazing. Utterly dangerous. Black pleather covered him from the shoulders down. Over his usual white dress shirt, he’d put on some sort of corset, laced up in the back with a neat knot (which was very him, and to match it, a pair of long black gloves, covering hands that began to do my tie around his neck (unlike him, even drunk, to forgo the collar, but by gods did it suit himMy eyes however, were seemingly unable to stay north, and as if pulled by gravity were drawn down to his hips
( ... )
Anon, this is perfect in so many ways. This is exactly what I had in my mind and you described that so VERY WELL. Thank you, thank you, thank you and please continue. Can't wait to see the Arthur's care ...
Show Time 3/? (GOD DAMN IT)
anonymous
August 17 2009, 02:21:56 UTC
I whimpered, feeling both Nantucket and good ol’ Las Vegas twitching in anticipation. In need. England shifted closer to me, and found a steady spot to sit right above my pelvis, “Alfred...oh Alfred my boy,” he said into my ear, arms snaking around my shoulders, hot breath warming my skin. He took the edge of my lobe between his teeth, and ran over it with his tongue, “You fucking ungrateful git,”
I strained against my slacks, unintentionally poking at England’s ass, “Aa..eh...Eng...”
He moved away again and slapped me, mirth in his eyes. I felt the inside of my lip tear, “I loved you Alfred,” he hissed, taking my hair into his hands and pushing my head against the chair, “I made you a man. I called you my brother, and you dare betray me?”
Oh good - that again. Every single time he gets his hands on the whiskey, it’s waaaah America you big idiot wa--England must have seen my grimace, because he pulled my hair once more, again slamming me into the back of the chair and lowered his head to the bit of neck underneath my ear, “Don’t
( ... )
Show Time 4/?
anonymous
August 19 2009, 15:40:43 UTC
I would like to apologize profusely for my fail lately. Like. Guh. So sorry. It must be difficult to read with three part threes -.-… the only terrible difference between them is the italics though, so I guess whatever. It’ll get deleted eventually (although I’m a bit worried - I haven’t seen any obvious mod activity for a good while...)
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England scoffed, lowering himself to the ground and standing, “You never were one for patience”. A gloved hand slipped to the front of the blessed shorts, kneading at the owner’s hardness. I licked my lips again, mouth suddenly feeling very wet, and very empty, “Do you want thisI nodded
( ... )
Re: Show Time 4/?
anonymous
August 22 2009, 02:14:10 UTC
I hate 1st POV in smut; usually so obviously done for self insertion, but ye GODS I agree with the above- feel more like a voyeur, and I LOVE IT. Don't stop don't stop unnggh~
I don't know what compelled me to read this fill but I'm retardly thankful. You are fucking awesome author!anon. I wish I to worship your scones <33
So, basically, we have two things.
1) This picture: http://i27.tinypic.com/2016yg.jpg
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2) America/England. BUT ENGLAND IS TOPPING FROM THE BOTTOM.
It clearly says: 'It's show time', isn't it? So let's make England giving America THE BEST SHOW EVER.
BONUS IF: America is handcuffed, bounded, I don't know, but in the end England lets him do whatever he wants, in other words, he lets America to SCREW HIM LIKE NO TOMORROW.
Please.
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A light tickling sensation 'round the front woke me - it was something cool scraping against my chest. When I roused myself enough to take stock of my status, three thoughts went through my head.
Fuuuuck why does my head hurt...
Oh. I went drinking with England… then what happened?
Wait. Why can't I move my hands?
Declaring robustly to myself (I’m such a man!) that I should access my surroundings, I tried to ignore the pounding behind my eyes and cracked them open.
It was blurry. There was something green in my face. Fuck. thought the awesome manly hero America, Glasses.I must have said something out loud, because a second later, there was a shifting in my lap - was somebody sitting on me? - and the world suddenly came into focus ( ... )
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The hat made him look sharp, sure, but the rest of him? Amazing. Utterly dangerous. Black pleather covered him from the shoulders down. Over his usual white dress shirt, he’d put on some sort of corset, laced up in the back with a neat knot (which was very him, and to match it, a pair of long black gloves, covering hands that began to do my tie around his neck (unlike him, even drunk, to forgo the collar, but by gods did it suit himMy eyes however, were seemingly unable to stay north, and as if pulled by gravity were drawn down to his hips ( ... )
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"his scones"
"his scones"
AAAAHAHAHHA
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We all know Alfred is an ass man a scone man
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nuuuuuuuu, don't sleep yet! you tease
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Anon, this was very sexily written. I love that you wrote this from Alfred's POV. It's smutty and descriptive and just oh so AWESOME.
Then I read this: stretching the lucky plastic over his scones
his scones
I came.
I want to make love to your brain, writer anon. I-I... I want to go to there...
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I should start a blog and just write down everything that happens in there. Bet people would go crazy for it, it's so weird.
...recaptcha is almost my dad's name o_o
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I strained against my slacks, unintentionally poking at England’s ass, “Aa..eh...Eng...”
He moved away again and slapped me, mirth in his eyes. I felt the inside of my lip tear, “I loved you Alfred,” he hissed, taking my hair into his hands and pushing my head against the chair, “I made you a man. I called you my brother, and you dare betray me?”
Oh good - that again. Every single time he gets his hands on the whiskey, it’s waaaah America you big idiot wa--England must have seen my grimace, because he pulled my hair once more, again slamming me into the back of the chair and lowered his head to the bit of neck underneath my ear, “Don’t ( ... )
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England scoffed, lowering himself to the ground and standing, “You never were one for patience”. A gloved hand slipped to the front of the blessed shorts, kneading at the owner’s hardness. I licked my lips again, mouth suddenly feeling very wet, and very empty, “Do you want thisI nodded ( ... )
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the way america narrates it... uuuuuuuuuuh. this is hot as ever, anon. oh my god i love this fill.
the description is wonderful. it's like i'm in there, nearby, watching them go at it.
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Don't stop don't stop unnggh~
I don't know what compelled me to read this fill but I'm retardly thankful.
You are fucking awesome author!anon. I wish I to worship your scones <33
[Afternoon tea will /never/ be the same OTL]
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