France & nation A - secret relationship
anonymous
November 15 2009, 18:27:34 UTC
France & an unusual nation of anon's choice, i.e no UK, Spain, America, Canada and the likes. Prompt is secret relationship. Anon wants to see their daily life, from the simplest task of cooking/cleaning the house together etc, to their shared glances during world conference. Sweet, sweet lovemaking is very welcomed but not compulsory.
Bonus: if that nation is Denmark or Russia or Cuba
Ontario [10/?]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 01:39:23 UTC
“I remember that meeting very well,” Ivan says, and his voice is warmer this time, happier. “…That was a good time in our history together. So much openness and happiness….”
“OuiIvan feels his voice break, just a little. “You were one of the only people in the world at that time who accepted me for who I was instead of just what you wanted me to be. Even if what you wanted was what the rest of the world wanted
( ... )
Ontario [11/?]
anonymous
December 9 2009, 05:28:26 UTC
“Ah - y-yes. That sounds smashing.”
Behind his back, France feels Russia’s gaze on the back of his neck, prickling the hairs and making gooseflesh of his skin. ___
“I think I would like to sit next to France today,” Russia says, as the Nations of the G8 make their way to the conference hall.
Only France comes to a stop, turning his head to look back at Russia with wide eyes. No one else stops - of course they don’t, and France feels himself stumble as England plows right into his back.
“Agh! - Bloody hell, what’s wrong with you, man?”
“Yes, I am most curious as well,” Russia says, cocking his head. “You seem speechless, France - is there something wrong?”
Yes. Yes, there is something wrong. We might get discovered. Our bosses might see the way we cannot avoid each other’s touch. The temptation to hold hands under the table - the little glances - Ivan, what is wrong with you?But the only answer he can come up with is, “Why
( ... )
Ontario [12/?]
anonymous
December 10 2009, 04:06:04 UTC
France hadn’t even realized it at first, the way Russia’s heavy weight pressed into his side until it came to this. Honestly. Perhaps it was because Russia fell asleep in long increments, falling against France’s side in a molasses-slow ooze.
Or maybe it’s that he’s just that comfortable with Russia’s presence by now that he just lets his guard down. Bad habit, he thinks. He’ll have to remember that for the future, but now the damage is done, and he’ll have to figure out a way to deal with the situation right now.
…Or maybe he won’t.
Because England is beyond droll today, after all, and Russia’s making little sounds as he breathes, even and soft. It’s a little like purring, and Francis feels the vibrations in his shoulder, feels Russia’s body express its contentment with his entire body
( ... )
Ontario [14/?]
anonymous
December 12 2009, 20:25:37 UTC
“You’re doing it again.”
“Hm?”
“You’re switching between French and English when you speak.” Ivan chuckles as Francis blinks, his fingertips caressing his own lips in surprise. “Did you not know you were doing it?”
“I…non, I did not. I’m sorry.”
Ivan laughs again - such a dear, sweet, rare sound - and hugs Francis around the shoulders, holds him to his chest as he presses a cheek to Francis’s temple. “Do not apologize! It is…cute, perhaps? It makes me happy.”
“Happy?” Francis’s eyes flicker up, flit along the curve of Ivan’s throat before looking him in the face with one of his own blue eyes.
“It’s something that only the two of us have - something you only do with me, I think.”
Francis tilts his head back towards the ceiling and thinks about this. “…hm. Curious. I think you’re right.” I think it’s because I feel comfortable around you - comfortable like this.
“I wonder why,” Ivan murmurs, and peppers small kisses along Francis’s hairline. “Whatever the reason…it makes me happy.”
Re: Ontario [14/?]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 07:07:26 UTC
I love this fill, anon. It's one of my most beloved pairings and you've written them so sweetly, so sadly and so perfectly, I usually end up teary or smiling - or doing both. This last bit... I adore reading about Ivan caring about people, and I love reading about Francis being taken care of.
I am amazed and insanely happy. Thank you for brightening my day~
Ontario [15/?]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 18:51:23 UTC
A hand takes Francis and starts stroking him in even, slow tugs, and Francis almost weeps and begs for more, his loneliness and despair forgotten
( ... )
Ontario [16/17]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 18:53:47 UTC
“I…I am not religious anymore, really, but sometimes I pray - to talk to Jeanne,” he murmurs, his own eyes dropping to the plush carpet. “It is good for when I have no one else to talk to, when I feel I cannot speak to anyone else.”
Ivan reaches out to take the box; Francis lets him.
“So…I am no saint, myself, but surely you have someone in heaven that you love dearly - that you can speak to. And maybe their voice will be a bit easier to hear, their face a bit easier to see, if - if you have something like this.”
Perhaps I am hoping you will think of me when you pray. If you pray.Ivan’s hands tremble a little. He closes the lid with a slow clack and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m not ready,” he whispers, stepping closer
( ... )
Ontario [17/17]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 18:54:56 UTC
That clicking…those were knitting needles.
He stayed up…he made this for…
Francis collapses to the carpet, hugs the scarf close, and lets himself go. He does not know if he cries. ___
“Mmm…this is a lovely scarf, Francis.”
“Hmm?” France opens one eye. It is morning, and the sky outside is gray, casting the walls of France’s room in a shade of pearl. France lies back against the sheets, head tilted back as England kisses around the top of it. “Oh. Thank you, England.”
“Superb workmanship, really,” he murmurs, nipping at France’s jaw. “Where in the world did you get it?”
The churn in France’s stomach has since dulled to a nostalgic ache, a knock against the shields he’s built in his mind. “A friend gave it to me.”
“You’ll have to ask that friend where you got it.”
“I suppose.”
Hands tangle in the scarf, start to pull at it -
“No.” France’s hands come up to grab at England’s.
“You…what? Francis, don’t tell me you want to -”
“You’re not taking this off, England,” France says back, and he lets the steel in his eyes
( ... )
OP IS FLAILING AND BAWWING AND GUUUUHHH
anonymous
December 14 2009, 00:40:20 UTC
ANON. You are wonderful.
Seriously. I didn't expect my fill to be filled in such a wonderful manner. You write the both of them in such a way that I can feel for them. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect when I requested this. This fic opens up a whole new possibilities and what ifs between these two nations.
I don't know what to say further as words cannot express my love, joy and sadness to see this completed. This has been a great journey, anon, and I thank you for it.
I hope I can find you somewhere out there if you do wish to de-anon yourself, so I can give you proper thanks or just to stalk you<3
Re: Ontario [17/17]
anonymous
December 14 2009, 07:36:10 UTC
No, thank you for writing and sharing such a beautiful and tender piece with us. It makes me sad when France (or Russia, even) doesn't get his love returned and I think Russia is the perfect one to understand France's pain, and vice versa. I am so glad to have read this, even to the bittersweet end, and thanks again for doing this prompt justice. The fandom needs more fics like this.
Bonus: if that nation is Denmark or Russia or Cuba
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“OuiIvan feels his voice break, just a little. “You were one of the only people in the world at that time who accepted me for who I was instead of just what you wanted me to be. Even if what you wanted was what the rest of the world wanted ( ... )
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Behind his back, France feels Russia’s gaze on the back of his neck, prickling the hairs and making gooseflesh of his skin.
___
“I think I would like to sit next to France today,” Russia says, as the Nations of the G8 make their way to the conference hall.
Only France comes to a stop, turning his head to look back at Russia with wide eyes. No one else stops - of course they don’t, and France feels himself stumble as England plows right into his back.
“Agh! - Bloody hell, what’s wrong with you, man?”
“Yes, I am most curious as well,” Russia says, cocking his head. “You seem speechless, France - is there something wrong?”
Yes. Yes, there is something wrong. We might get discovered. Our bosses might see the way we cannot avoid each other’s touch. The temptation to hold hands under the table - the little glances - Ivan, what is wrong with you?But the only answer he can come up with is, “Why ( ... )
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Or maybe it’s that he’s just that comfortable with Russia’s presence by now that he just lets his guard down. Bad habit, he thinks. He’ll have to remember that for the future, but now the damage is done, and he’ll have to figure out a way to deal with the situation right now.
…Or maybe he won’t.
Because England is beyond droll today, after all, and Russia’s making little sounds as he breathes, even and soft. It’s a little like purring, and Francis feels the vibrations in his shoulder, feels Russia’s body express its contentment with his entire body ( ... )
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I'm dying to know the continuation of this, writer! Thank you for bringing the updates on a regular basis, I can't stop F5-ing ;3;<3
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“He does. Now, listen, about our own relations. I think that -”
“Iggy!”
“Oh for the love of - what, America ( ... )
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“Hm?”
“You’re switching between French and English when you speak.” Ivan chuckles as Francis blinks, his fingertips caressing his own lips in surprise. “Did you not know you were doing it?”
“I…non, I did not. I’m sorry.”
Ivan laughs again - such a dear, sweet, rare sound - and hugs Francis around the shoulders, holds him to his chest as he presses a cheek to Francis’s temple. “Do not apologize! It is…cute, perhaps? It makes me happy.”
“Happy?” Francis’s eyes flicker up, flit along the curve of Ivan’s throat before looking him in the face with one of his own blue eyes.
“It’s something that only the two of us have - something you only do with me, I think.”
Francis tilts his head back towards the ceiling and thinks about this. “…hm. Curious. I think you’re right.” I think it’s because I feel comfortable around you - comfortable like this.
“I wonder why,” Ivan murmurs, and peppers small kisses along Francis’s hairline. “Whatever the reason…it makes me happy.”
Francis shuts his eyes. Canons on ( ... )
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I am amazed and insanely happy. Thank you for brightening my day~
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Ivan reaches out to take the box; Francis lets him.
“So…I am no saint, myself, but surely you have someone in heaven that you love dearly - that you can speak to. And maybe their voice will be a bit easier to hear, their face a bit easier to see, if - if you have something like this.”
Perhaps I am hoping you will think of me when you pray. If you pray.Ivan’s hands tremble a little. He closes the lid with a slow clack and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m not ready,” he whispers, stepping closer ( ... )
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He stayed up…he made this for…
Francis collapses to the carpet, hugs the scarf close, and lets himself go. He does not know if he cries.
___
“Mmm…this is a lovely scarf, Francis.”
“Hmm?” France opens one eye. It is morning, and the sky outside is gray, casting the walls of France’s room in a shade of pearl. France lies back against the sheets, head tilted back as England kisses around the top of it. “Oh. Thank you, England.”
“Superb workmanship, really,” he murmurs, nipping at France’s jaw. “Where in the world did you get it?”
The churn in France’s stomach has since dulled to a nostalgic ache, a knock against the shields he’s built in his mind. “A friend gave it to me.”
“You’ll have to ask that friend where you got it.”
“I suppose.”
Hands tangle in the scarf, start to pull at it -
“No.” France’s hands come up to grab at England’s.
“You…what? Francis, don’t tell me you want to -”
“You’re not taking this off, England,” France says back, and he lets the steel in his eyes ( ... )
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Seriously. I didn't expect my fill to be filled in such a wonderful manner. You write the both of them in such a way that I can feel for them. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect when I requested this. This fic opens up a whole new possibilities and what ifs between these two nations.
I don't know what to say further as words cannot express my love, joy and sadness to see this completed. This has been a great journey, anon, and I thank you for it.
I hope I can find you somewhere out there if you do wish to de-anon yourself, so I can give you proper thanks or just to stalk you<3
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