Basically, I took the picture, the third bonus, and just kind of...ran away with it. Sorry OP. I was originally going to post this in 2 parts- pre-smut and smut- but it was short enough that it just ended up being a oneshot. The second half of this is better, I swear.
Also, OP never answered the whole UKUS vs USUK thing before it maxed out, so I just went with what you wrote in the subject line. Also, I like England topping. XD
This is the first real fanfic I've ever finished, much less posted, so if you see any mistakes or have any concrit, kindly point them out please!Japan crept through the bushes, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. To make noise was to get caught, which would be a dim move in and of itself, but to get caught spying while in the midst of a war, well- that would be the height of foolishness
( ... )
A Test of Strength [2/5]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:06:19 UTC
Japan's attention returned to the scene in front of him when he heard America speak.
"223, 224, 225..." England's eyes weren't quite half-lidded, but his face definitely bespoke boredom.
"How long has it been?"
England checked his watch. "Less than 5 minutes."
America scrunched his face in annoyance. "This is getting really boring."
"I agree."
"I wanna stop."
"Getting tired?"
"No, I'm bored. I wanna do something else." Japan blinked rapidly. Was his English failing him, or did he imagine the suggestiveness America had given that last word? The images that flashed through his mind brought back the warm feeling, and a flush was spreading out from his neck.
"Hn. Tell you what. Get to 500 and I'll give you a special reward, how's that?"
“ Hm." Up, down, up, down, up, down. "How many am I am at now?"
"272, 273, 274-"
"They should be more than happy with 500." 500? Japan's eyes nearly left their sockets
( ... )
A Test of Strength [3/5]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:10:40 UTC
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Inside the room, America collapsed with a whump as "500" left England's lips. England leaned over the other, a smirk playing around his lips. "Tired, are you
( ... )
A Test of Strength [4/6]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:15:12 UTC
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Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East
( ... )
Sides of the Wall-Ludwig [1/3]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:50:43 UTC
I got about halfway through the second part of this and realized everyone seems obsessed with Prussia, ah well. Also the different parts of this will be a bit short
( ... )
Re: Sides of the Wall-Roderich [2/3]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:53:18 UTC
He’d always understood what he was.
Gilbert had called it ‘knowing his place’ once when he’d stepped out of line. He’d been furious, refused him for days before coming to the disconcerting realization that he didn’t mind it.
He would always be second in Gilbert’s heart, and that was fine because it meant he was a part of Gilbert’s heart.
And that was enough.
But it hadn’t stopped him from screaming out his resistance even as they lay broken and bleeding in the snow.
“He’s mine!”
He’d lay in bed for days. Gilbert’s bed. With Gilbert’s smell. Gilbert wasn’t there though.
And when Gilbert returned, body hidden behind layers of clothing, the light was gone from his eyes. He’d tried to embrace him, only to find him flinching at every touch.
Except that of his brother, who would always be first in his heart.
Re: Sides of the Wall-Elizabeta [3/3]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:56:12 UTC
Her eyes are always on him now. This new figure.
He was once a great empire. He was once a knight. He was once a warrior.
He was always her friend, somehow. But oh, what he’s become.
His strength is gone, vanished with his pride. He looks on the world with deadpan eyes.
Of all the nations, she’s certain she’s known him the longest. Known him better than anyone, he’d been her ally, almost like a brother. Seeing him like this… hurt her in a way she’d never dreamed she could be hurt, not by him.
He’s wakes up screaming almost every night, Roderich tells her.
With shaking hands, she kneels before a lit candle, cross in hand. She prays to his god, not in words, but with one name, repeating over and over again.
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China/England. Victorian era. Sex while they both get high on opium. I like frottage, hand jobs, blow jobs, but please no anal.England’s belly was full of home-made cider. His teeth felt like they were going to dissolve. The dock workers had been fascinated by him, by how much an ‘old toff’ could take, so they’d kept on filling him up. He stumbled through the parts of London that were no cleaner than a cesspool, out of the range of the gutters and windows. His mind was adrift from far more than the alcohol. His people spread their influence in a fine nebula, while he tried to remain insular. There were too many nations he couldn’t trust himself around. He’d see them again in another hundred years or two, when all of this had passed. For now, he had the dockers and the miners for company. They didn’t mind him so long as he kept tossing coins in their direction and he
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[Part 10] Poppy Seeds - China/England - 2/?
anonymous
April 26 2010, 19:58:58 UTC
“Not like this one. He wasn’t a docker or anything ‘cause he was too clean. He had big eyes and they weren’t squinty at all like my da says they are and he smelled nice and he said he never eats cats. He gave me coins too but they were funny-looking.”
“He spoke English? What did he look like?”
“He was,” the boy lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Handsome. But he was short for a grown-up. He let me touch his sleeves. I’ve never felt silk before
( ... )
Re: [Russia/Canada] Meaningful [2/4]
anonymous
April 27 2010, 04:37:10 UTC
Recovering slightly, Russia shifted back, bracing himself against the pillows and them against the headboard, pulling Canada fully onto his lap. He pushed Canada’s sweaty fringe away from his eyes and smiled. Multicolored and bright and warm; the world was his, tonight. Canada held Russia in his arms and kissed him, and he could feel all eleven, no, nine different time zones, pulsing under his fingertips
( ... )
Re: [Russia/Canada] Meaningful [4/4]
anonymous
April 27 2010, 04:40:18 UTC
At one particular thrust Canada moaned loud enough for the whole building to hear. He put a hand over his mouth in alarm and looked apologetically to Russia, feeling some of the blood pooled around his groin shoot straight to his face. Russia merely laughed, and brought Canada’s hand to his lips. He tried to find the same angle again, but this time Canada was too self-conscious
( ... )
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[Part 10] Push-ups, WW2
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Basically, I took the picture, the third bonus, and just kind of...ran away with it. Sorry OP. I was originally going to post this in 2 parts- pre-smut and smut- but it was short enough that it just ended up being a oneshot. The second half of this is better, I swear.
Also, OP never answered the whole UKUS vs USUK thing before it maxed out, so I just went with what you wrote in the subject line. Also, I like England topping. XD
This is the first real fanfic I've ever finished, much less posted, so if you see any mistakes or have any concrit, kindly point them out please!Japan crept through the bushes, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. To make noise was to get caught, which would be a dim move in and of itself, but to get caught spying while in the midst of a war, well- that would be the height of foolishness ( ... )
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"223, 224, 225..." England's eyes weren't quite half-lidded, but his face definitely bespoke boredom.
"How long has it been?"
England checked his watch. "Less than 5 minutes."
America scrunched his face in annoyance. "This is getting really boring."
"I agree."
"I wanna stop."
"Getting tired?"
"No, I'm bored. I wanna do something else." Japan blinked rapidly. Was his English failing him, or did he imagine the suggestiveness America had given that last word? The images that flashed through his mind brought back the warm feeling, and a flush was spreading out from his neck.
"Hn. Tell you what. Get to 500 and I'll give you a special reward, how's that?"
“ Hm." Up, down, up, down, up, down. "How many am I am at now?"
"272, 273, 274-"
"They should be more than happy with 500." 500? Japan's eyes nearly left their sockets ( ... )
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Inside the room, America collapsed with a whump as "500" left England's lips. England leaned over the other, a smirk playing around his lips. "Tired, are you ( ... )
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Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East ( ... )
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I'll be writing a few, so I'll just post them all in this thread.
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Gilbert had called it ‘knowing his place’ once when he’d stepped out of line. He’d been furious, refused him for days before coming to the disconcerting realization that he didn’t mind it.
He would always be second in Gilbert’s heart, and that was fine because it meant he was a part of Gilbert’s heart.
And that was enough.
But it hadn’t stopped him from screaming out his resistance even as they lay broken and bleeding in the snow.
“He’s mine!”
He’d lay in bed for days. Gilbert’s bed. With Gilbert’s smell. Gilbert wasn’t there though.
And when Gilbert returned, body hidden behind layers of clothing, the light was gone from his eyes. He’d tried to embrace him, only to find him
flinching at every touch.
Except that of his brother, who would always be first in his heart.
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He was once a great empire. He was once a knight. He was once a warrior.
He was always her friend, somehow. But oh, what he’s become.
His strength is gone, vanished with his pride. He looks on the world with deadpan eyes.
Of all the nations, she’s certain she’s known him the longest. Known him better than anyone, he’d been her ally, almost like a brother. Seeing him like this… hurt her in a way she’d never dreamed she could be hurt, not by him.
He’s wakes up screaming almost every night, Roderich tells her.
With shaking hands, she kneels before a lit candle, cross in hand.
She prays to his god, not in words, but with one name, repeating over and over again.
“Gilbert.”
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