Luciole [part 1/??]
anonymous
November 23 2009, 02:41:55 UTC
She sees him before he sees her, and she watches as he takes out a cigarette and lights it. There is no question to his identity, but she does not fear his reputation, because a reputation is harmless. After a few minutes of enjoying the sunset, he suddenly notices her, and smiling, he moves closer, cigarette forgotten in favor of a pretty girl he does not know. She shyly returns his smile, but backs away, remains just out of reach. Then it becomes apparent that his legs are much longer than hers, and she can not step back fast enough. Now she must run
( ... )
Luciole [part 2/??]
anonymous
November 23 2009, 02:42:56 UTC
Taiwan must accept his offer, not wanting to seem weak in front of him, and so she sits on the edge of an armchair while he rummages around for the shoe. Sweeping over to her, France gracefully kneels and to her surprise, takes off her sandal and slips the shoe on, as if she were a fairytale princess and he the prince.
“Parfait,” he murmurs, lifting her foot up towards his mouth and pressing dry warm lips against the bared skin there
( ... )
Luciole [part 3/??]
anonymous
November 23 2009, 02:43:56 UTC
The next day, during their break, Taiwan quietly asks him if he has any plans for the evening. France says he is free for the night, and she nods in approval, which makes him smile like a fool for the rest of the meeting.
So he is not surprised to hear a knock on his door at six thirty in the evening, and opens it warily.
“Are you ready yet?” she asks cheerfully.
“Oui,” he replies, slipping out and closing the door behind him. France has a freshly cut peony flower in hand, and as she grins nervously, he tucks it into her hair, which has been prettily curled and arranged, though a stray curl of hair continues to bob in front of her face, reminding him of his Canada.
“You look très merveilleux, Taiwan,” he whispers into her ear, and she blushes, feeling self-conscious in the fitted pink and gold cheongsam she had decided to wear
( ... )
Luciole [part 4/??]
anonymous
November 23 2009, 02:45:18 UTC
He hails a taxi for them, not trusting their legs to stay steady after their indulgence, and he wraps his jacket around her shoulders. Basking in his warmth and scent, she curls up next to him in the backseat, planning to only rest her eyes for a few minutes
( ... )
oh shit I am so sorry I'm late!!! Jesus I'm sorry But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for filling this request!! I love you and I'm sorry! I would gladly become your sex slave to make up for it!!
Luciole [part 6/??]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 06:28:24 UTC
In the light of small fragrant candles floating in bowls of water, she watches as he cradles her tiny bare feet in his hands, bringing one foot up to his cheek, covering first one then the other with delicate kisses. France moves confidently up her body, caressing her legs and thighs with his lips and fingers, yet she feels no shyness at this intimacy. By the time he kisses her on the lips, Taiwan eagerly returns the gesture, running her fingers through wavy hair, tasting the alcohol on his tongue, feeling the stubble on his chin against her own skin. Then his fingers undo her bra, and his hands are fondling her dainty breasts, and she blushes, though not of embarrassment
( ... )
Luciole [part 7/??]
anonymous
December 8 2009, 06:29:07 UTC
Chuckling to himself, France reaches over to the bedside table, but Taiwan grabs his wrist and kisses him instead. And before he could recover, she is already touching his aching cock with her doll-like hand, drawing him towards her eagerly, and he nearly chokes at the sensation
( ... )
*LE GASP* I'm not too late?! Oh my god, please continue! I love you so much right now!!! God, I can't even begin to explain how much I love you!! eeeeee!!! Let me read this fic again and masturbate to it for the tenth time!!! *fangasming right now*
Luciole [part 8/??]
anonymous
December 9 2009, 22:59:37 UTC
It isn’t long before Taiwan notices something feels wrong with her body. Eight weeks later, and she can not deny the significance of her symptoms, the nausea and weight gain and mood swings and bizarre food cravings. She has been around long enough to know that nations simply do not beget other nations like humans do, so she confirms her state, several times, before making the dreaded call.
“France, if you get this message, please, please, come see me as soon as you can, I’m sorry to bother you, but it is important, and I need to talk to you. Goodbye.”
Then, and only then, Taiwan starts to cry.
He does come to Taiwan, almost immediately after he checked his voice messages and requested a vacation from his boss, and the worry he feels only increases during the taxi ride to her home in the outskirts of Taipei. When France knocks on the door, calling out Taiwan’s name softly, she flies out and throws her arms about him.
“Ma cherie, what is the problem? How can I help you
( ... )
Luciole [part 9/9]
anonymous
December 9 2009, 23:11:21 UTC
With France’s help, Taiwan attempts to put her life into order, taking things one step at a time. The worst part was informing her older brother of her pregnancy, and China is stunned by the news, showing only a brief flare of anger at France - the intruder, the traitor - before retreating back into a state of polite disbelief. China senses that the pregnancy was unexpected, yet he fears that this partnership, despite its outward innocence, could result in even more unrest between him and Taiwan. However, Taiwan tells him that he would be an uncle soon, and he mulls over that thought, slightly mollified
( ... )
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“Parfait,” he murmurs, lifting her foot up towards his mouth and pressing dry warm lips against the bared skin there ( ... )
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So he is not surprised to hear a knock on his door at six thirty in the evening, and opens it warily.
“Are you ready yet?” she asks cheerfully.
“Oui,” he replies, slipping out and closing the door behind him. France has a freshly cut peony flower in hand, and as she grins nervously, he tucks it into her hair, which has been prettily curled and arranged, though a stray curl of hair continues to bob in front of her face, reminding him of his Canada.
“You look très merveilleux, Taiwan,” he whispers into her ear, and she blushes, feeling self-conscious in the fitted pink and gold cheongsam she had decided to wear ( ... )
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You've made me a fan of this pairing, anon! :D
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“France, if you get this message, please, please, come see me as soon as you can, I’m sorry to bother you, but it is important, and I need to talk to you. Goodbye.”
Then, and only then, Taiwan starts to cry.
He does come to Taiwan, almost immediately after he checked his voice messages and requested a vacation from his boss, and the worry he feels only increases during the taxi ride to her home in the outskirts of Taipei. When France knocks on the door, calling out Taiwan’s name softly, she flies out and throws her arms about him.
“Ma cherie, what is the problem? How can I help you ( ... )
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