Roosters are violent, territorial motherfuckers. With sharp spurs on their legs. And Gilbert's chick rooster has decided that Gilbert is its territory.
Bonus points if it continues to ride on Gilbert's head even after growing up.
If you really must make "cockblocking" jokes, you have permission to do so.
Cockblock! Phase 1: Germany and Italy.
anonymous
August 23 2009, 07:31:10 UTC
Ludwig was basking in the sun, enjoying his golden afternoon, a mug of ice-cold beer at his side. Feliciano had dozed off, small, breathy sounds coming from the back of his throat as he stretched across a towel on the lawn. He was sort-of adorable when he wasn’t talking, Ludwig thought, but then he shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. He wondered if other obnoxious nations were ever cute and quiet like this. Like Poland, and France, and America, and
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Cockblock! Phase 2: Belarus
anonymous
August 23 2009, 17:14:05 UTC
Gilbert was safe. Safe from the lunatics that wanted to hurt his baby. The Prussian leaned against a huge iron fence and panted.
That was a close one.
Unfortunately, he loosened his grip on his cock too much. Awesomecock would have none of this shit, and leaped from his arms, ducking under the fence and running away, feathers raised in his ‘attack’ stance.
Prussia stood there for a second, reading the sign of the place his rooster had escaped to.
Welcome to the USSR“Why, Awesomecock, whyyyy
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Re: Cockblock! Phase 2: Belarus
anonymous
August 23 2009, 17:45:25 UTC
(A certain Misfire!Fill Anon finally here!) Anon was also the Thirded comment above, and hereby offers her firstborns/interwebs to Author!Anon of this wonderful fill! I love Prussia's awesome name for the rooster! Awesomecock ftw!!
And he even made Belarus laugh! and we all know that's damn near impossible Awesomecock is awesome! :D
Re: Cockblock! Phase 1: Germany and Italy.
anonymous
August 23 2009, 22:32:04 UTC
hahaha, ok, I didn't look it up, I was just going by pronunciation a german friend of mine used. thank you for the correction, I'll change it if I use that again :D
Hey, it's half-German!Anon again...
anonymous
August 28 2009, 01:48:53 UTC
It's pronounced similar to that because of the umlaut on the u, which is simplified when you can't get it easily by writing "ue" instead of "ü". ^.^ If you need any more help with German, I can help.
Re: Hey, it's half-German!Anon again...
anonymous
August 28 2009, 03:59:21 UTC
oh, thank you, it's ok, I was only using it in that instance because saying 'brother' or 'nii san' sounded weird in the context of one German talking to another. I should have looked it up properly ;_; anyway Germany probably won't be in this again, and if he will it won't be until the end and I try to avoid using languages I don't know (because stuff like that happens) but if I do I will surely ask <3
Cockblock! Phase 3: Russia
anonymous
August 28 2009, 04:42:01 UTC
Prussia entered the grand hallway of Russia’s house, unimpressed by all the fancy things and tapestries. He was more concerned about the possibility of getting his cock chopped in half
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For Emergencies Only (Part 1)
anonymous
August 24 2009, 20:32:54 UTC
Every time Ludwig heard that god-damned ringtone, it was all he could do not to pitch his mobile out the window.
It was conditioning, plain and simple. Ludwig had caved at long last and purchased himself a personal mobile phone the previous December. Personal in that only close allies and family members were privy to the number. And even then, he'd only meant to have it for emergency use; he had a telephone in his office and one at his house, and if a call could not wait until he was at one location or another, then it had damned well better be a life-or-death situation.
Feliciano, he had been surprised to find, did not have to be pressed to treat this boundary with some measure of respect. Ludwig had been sure the thing would be ringing off the hook over the most inane matters, or buzzing every minute with senseless text messages once he'd been added to the man's contacts. Yet while Feliciano continued to call him with the same frequency he did during the years of their alliance, he was always careful to adhere to Ludwig's landline
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Roosters are violent, territorial motherfuckers. With sharp spurs on their legs. And Gilbert's chick rooster has decided that Gilbert is its territory.
Bonus points if it continues to ride on Gilbert's head even after growing up.
If you really must make "cockblocking" jokes, you have permission to do so.
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poor, traumatised germany XDD (he's the only one who suffered in this)
oh, terribly awesome X3 i can't wait for more now X3
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Oh my fucking shit, I love you, anon!
Prussia's cock is awesome. ¦D
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That was a close one.
Unfortunately, he loosened his grip on his cock too much. Awesomecock would have none of this shit, and leaped from his arms, ducking under the fence and running away, feathers raised in his ‘attack’ stance.
Prussia stood there for a second, reading the sign of the place his rooster had escaped to.
Welcome to the USSR“Why, Awesomecock, whyyyy ( ... )
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And he even made Belarus laugh! and we all know that's damn near impossible Awesomecock is awesome! :D
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Awesomecock is now...my gosh... I just love this. XD
-was actually slamming hands on bed and burying head in a pillow to muffle laughter-
reCaptha: belarus William W-Wha?! DD:
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One thing, though: it's 'brueder' or 'bruder', not 'broder'. I have never heard any German use 'broder'.
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anyway Germany probably won't be in this again, and if he will it won't be until the end and I try to avoid using languages I don't know (because stuff like that happens) but if I do I will surely ask <3
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It was conditioning, plain and simple. Ludwig had caved at long last and purchased himself a personal mobile phone the previous December. Personal in that only close allies and family members were privy to the number. And even then, he'd only meant to have it for emergency use; he had a telephone in his office and one at his house, and if a call could not wait until he was at one location or another, then it had damned well better be a life-or-death situation.
Feliciano, he had been surprised to find, did not have to be pressed to treat this boundary with some measure of respect. Ludwig had been sure the thing would be ringing off the hook over the most inane matters, or buzzing every minute with senseless text messages once he'd been added to the man's contacts. Yet while Feliciano continued to call him with the same frequency he did during the years of their alliance, he was always careful to adhere to Ludwig's landline ( ... )
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