France/Canada, daddy kink
anonymous
October 1 2009, 00:34:19 UTC
Specific request may be specific, but here it goes.
Anon has a serious hard-on for FrancexCanada with a daddy kink. Like, totally.
So here's what I want; Canada, sitting around at home. It's been a bad day; He's been forgotten again, mistaken for America, ignored at the meeting, the same old stuff. But he's sooper, dooper sad.
France comes over for an impromptu visit, unaware of Canada's unhappiness. For a while, Canada tries to be a pleasant host, but then he ends up crying helplessly on France's shoulder. And calling France "Papa" and "Daddy."
Which gets France hot.
You know what happens from there~
Bonus; Canada speaks in Quebecois and this makes France even hornier Bonus 2; Canada calls France 'papa' numerous times, until France is trying to hide a wicked boner he just can't ger rid of Bonus 3; Canada rides France Bonus 4; Afterwards, Canada is no longer depressed
"Tel père, tel fils - part 1/?"
anonymous
October 1 2009, 07:21:53 UTC
A/N: Just the beginning. It's a bit mehh, which I apologize for, but I blame that on the late hour. >:3 More to come tomorrow. No pun intended.Matthew thought he must have one of the prettiest views in the entire countryside from up here. He didn’t have a huge house, just a modest two story number with nice, spacious rooms and windows wherever a window could be put without looking ridiculous. That was his favorite part, the windows. If he wanted to leave the sitting room and head up to bed, he could get up there just in time to curl up on the big bench seat along the wall under [i]that[/i] window and watch the sun set. What he saw through those transparent panes was a meadow overgrown with wild flowers rustling in a gentle breeze, miles of countryside stretching out beyond, and bright blue skies above. It really was beautiful out here, away from the town’s noise and traffic
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"Tel père, tel fils" - part 2/?
anonymous
October 1 2009, 07:24:00 UTC
Of course you did, never mind that I’m at every meeting, Matt thought bitterly. You forgot to come pick me up. I waited on you for two hours. Still got there before you, you selfish prick.Was this how he would live out the rest of his immortal life? Constantly in America’s shadow, never recognized for anything but his resemblance to Alfred, uncanny ability to become as transparent as one of his window panes, and leniency with pot? What a fucking awful life. Prussia liked being alone and shouted about it all the time. Matt..didn’t. Matt wanted to feel close to someone for once, wanted to feel solid, real, and grounded to something besides his people. He just wanted to…to fucking feel like a person instead of a window pane people were always looking through in search of Alfred
( ... )
"Tel père, tel fils" - 3/?
anonymous
October 1 2009, 16:50:29 UTC
It wasn’t any secret which of his two children Francis favored. He loved them both, but Matthew held more of his heart, more of his pride. Alfred wasn’t a disappointment, but he was growing beyond his means, getting himself into ridiculous trouble with some of the Middle Eastern nations while his people suffered the after effects. God knew he tried to talk to the boy about the entire mess, but Alfred was too hard-headed to listen. Always wanting to the play the hero, that boy was, even when a hero wasn’t needed. Sometimes a hero of his calibur only clogged things up even more
( ... )
"Tel père, tel fils" - 4/?
anonymous
October 1 2009, 16:51:49 UTC
Matthew’s house was just too big and empty. He had that little..bear-thing rolling about, but that wasn’t decent company. That too was another worry -Matthew seemed to be alone wherever he went, whether in a crowd of people or in his own home. But the boy didn’t look particularly upset this afternoon. A little tired perhaps, but that was to be expected after such a lengthy plane ride
( ... )
I don't mind either, honestly. As long as he isn't completely naive as a virgin. Perhaps a virgin, but not by much? As long as he hasn't done anything with America. FUCKING AMERICA. D
"Tel père, tel fils" - 5/?"
anonymous
October 2 2009, 13:40:13 UTC
(note: brief delay in posting. will be out of town until late saturday night. >: will attempt posting then. )
Apparently that was all Matthew could get out. He stayed posed like that, staring at the linoleum so intently Francis wondered if he was trying to count the little flecks in the paintjob. He couldn’t see the boy’s eyes at all - blond hair hung in a curtain around his face, hiding whatever expression might be beneath. France waited, patient as any good parent, until he saw Matthew’s shoulders heave. What..was he crying now
( ... )
"Tel père, tel fils" - 6/?
anonymous
October 4 2009, 07:06:25 UTC
• Détendez-vous. Relax.
Just a subtle head tilt put his nose into the thick golden waves crowning Matthew’s head. Matthew was saying something again, sobbing it against his neck so quietly Francis’ would have had to strain to hear it. The single word he continued to use, almost as punctuation, came across loud and clear - papa, weak and shaky, each syllable falling a little warmer than the ones before. He could smell the boy’s shampoo like this, too - something with lilac, light and airy, and the natural faint smell of his skin
( ... )
"Tel père, tel fils" - p.7/?
anonymous
October 7 2009, 16:16:57 UTC
(( Apologies for the delay, anon! ))
“Please…please sit with me.”
Matthew’s voice was still shaky, but it took on a new pleading edge when Francis made for the armchair instead of the couch. The elder nation paused, expression pained. Of course he wanted to go to the boy and hold him again, listen to his worries and soothe each away one by one. Matthew held a large place in his heart after all. Seeing him so upset was almost physically painful. The boy was so polite and he didn’t deserve the kind of treatment the other nations were giving him
( ... )
Tel père, tel fils - p.7/?
anonymous
October 7 2009, 16:19:39 UTC
“I…I couldn’t, papa. I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to be his brother again, like it used to be. We used to get on so well… Now, whenever that stupid jerk Prussia starts shouting ‘Hey America’ at me, even Al laughs
( ... )
Anon has a serious hard-on for FrancexCanada with a daddy kink. Like, totally.
So here's what I want;
Canada, sitting around at home. It's been a bad day; He's been forgotten again, mistaken for America, ignored at the meeting, the same old stuff. But he's sooper, dooper sad.
France comes over for an impromptu visit, unaware of Canada's unhappiness. For a while, Canada tries to be a pleasant host, but then he ends up crying helplessly on France's shoulder.
And calling France "Papa" and "Daddy."
Which gets France hot.
You know what happens from there~
Bonus; Canada speaks in Quebecois and this makes France even hornier
Bonus 2; Canada calls France 'papa' numerous times, until France is trying to hide a wicked boner he just can't ger rid of
Bonus 3; Canada rides France
Bonus 4; Afterwards, Canada is no longer depressed
Human and Nation names are fine~
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I don't mind either, honestly. As long as he isn't completely naive as a virgin. Perhaps a virgin, but not by much?
As long as he hasn't done anything with America. FUCKING AMERICA. D
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Apparently that was all Matthew could get out. He stayed posed like that, staring at the linoleum so intently Francis wondered if he was trying to count the little flecks in the paintjob. He couldn’t see the boy’s eyes at all - blond hair hung in a curtain around his face, hiding whatever expression might be beneath. France waited, patient as any good parent, until he saw Matthew’s shoulders heave. What..was he crying now ( ... )
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I can't wait for more!
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Just a subtle head tilt put his nose into the thick golden waves crowning Matthew’s head. Matthew was saying something again, sobbing it against his neck so quietly Francis’ would have had to strain to hear it. The single word he continued to use, almost as punctuation, came across loud and clear - papa, weak and shaky, each syllable falling a little warmer than the ones before. He could smell the boy’s shampoo like this, too - something with lilac, light and airy, and the natural faint smell of his skin ( ... )
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SPOT ON.
DON'T STOP.
NEVER STOP.
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“Please…please sit with me.”
Matthew’s voice was still shaky, but it took on a new pleading edge when Francis made for the armchair instead of the couch. The elder nation paused, expression pained. Of course he wanted to go to the boy and hold him again, listen to his worries and soothe each away one by one. Matthew held a large place in his heart after all. Seeing him so upset was almost physically painful. The boy was so polite and he didn’t deserve the kind of treatment the other nations were giving him ( ... )
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