England/female nation - amazing sex
anonymous
November 5 2010, 22:19:25 UTC
I rarely get to see England paired with females, so I thought I'd give this request a shot. Basically, England can really put on the charm when he wants to. He has his eye on a particular female nation (doesn't matter who, I'm not picky), and surprises her by being the gentleman he always claims to be and much more.
Bonuses: - He is really good with his mouth/tongue. - He pays attention to her needs rather than his own. - He gives her multiple orgasms.
Trade Agreements - Part 1/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 05:23:23 UTC
Aw, thanks! <3 So, this may be a bit longer than you expected, but…I guess more is better than less! Ukraine, because as said before…tracts of land! XD BTW, just to warn you, here be AmeCan. I’m terribly sorry if you don’t like that! But it’s waaaay in the background and it’s only mentioned, like, once. Also, one of this writeranon’s biggest kinks is breast stimulation and nipple play, so there’s gonna be quite a bit of that. I hope you like it!
I’m sorry this took so long…I wrote it, then I didn’t like what I had so I started editing. It somehow went from about five thousand words to the length it is now at that point…and then school got in the way and we had a dress rehearsal for the winter play…So I hope that’s alright and didn’t make you angry!
Why did France have to pop up at the most inopportune of times? England groaned to himself as he adjusted his tie and stared in the mirror, meeting eyes in it with a certain blue-eyed nuisance, whom at this very moment was cackling with glee and perhaps mirth.
Trade Agreements - Part 2/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 05:26:08 UTC
With a nod, Ukraine smiled sweetly and said, “Certainly, England. Uhm…is there something you need to discuss?” She looked nervous, as if figuring he wanted to rant at her about some sort of economic woe that she’d caused him. It seemed as though that was all anyone wanted to do anymore; yell at each other and wallow in their failing economies
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Trade Agreements - Part 3/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 05:31:59 UTC
Sealand sat back, obviously disgruntled but not being able to argue, and shuffled his few little bits of paper. Ukraine smiled at England, and England felt his heart flutter and his face heat up in a blush as he sat back down and hummed to himself. Estonia rose, plugged his flash drive into the computer at the front of the room, and expertly fiddled with the projector. He got the old thing working in record time, and was soon explaining to them all of the different hoops they’d have to jump through to maintain their trade with him after he switched to the Euro. It would be especially difficult for non-EU members to do this, and England saw many of them grumble to themselves
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Trade Agreements - Part 4/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 05:34:18 UTC
Ukraine nodded and shouldered her bag. A button on her top suddenly popped off, exposing her pink undergarment, and she cursed slightly. England immediately was on his knees, searching for the missing blue button. It wasn’t hard to find it, against the backdrop of red that was the carpet, and he quickly handed it back to her. Then, for good measure, took off his suit jacket and wrapped it about her shoulders, just to make sure her dignity was maintained
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Re: England/female nation - amazing sex
anonymous
November 14 2010, 18:50:36 UTC
Yay, back with more! ^_^Trade meetings with America were always hard and grueling. Both of them would have rather been with someone else, and to have to discuss things like these with people who were like family to you was both creepy, and yet somehow preferred to discussing them with people who were like strangers to you. All the same, the last week had been awkward, and a sad reminder of events passed
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Trade Agreements - Part 6/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 18:56:12 UTC
Damnit, I fail. The previous post was part five. Sorry for my formatting error.“Oh,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side. “Uh…Well, I don’t exactly know what to say to that, darling
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Missing Part (Part 6.5/11?)
anonymous
November 15 2010, 02:18:58 UTC
Fail! anon did this early this morning, and wasn't fully awake. So I somehow managed to loose about ten paragraphs. I hope those who read this and were confused reread and realize that I missed something...Before too many buttons were gone, he stared up at her and whispered, “Can I take this off, love? Do you mind?” He knew some women were sensitive about their breasts; did not want a hard time about them. And Ukraine, with such plentiful tracts of land, would most certainly be one of those people. He knew for a fact she was self-conscious about them, or she wouldn’t run out of a room when a button popped, or blush and look away shyly when one of the ladies at the plus-size stores stared at her incredulously when she gave them her breast size
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Trade Agreements - Part 9/?
anonymous
November 14 2010, 19:05:35 UTC
“Shall I show you how good I am with my mouth?” England murmured, fixing himself over her. His change in mood was sudden, he knew, but England was the kind of man who could be driven absolutely crazy by seductive movements
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Trade Agreements - Part 10/11
anonymous
November 14 2010, 19:07:58 UTC
He massaged her hips and clucked his tongue soothingly, ignoring the heat surrounding him as much as he could. It continued like that for a while, and when she did decide to move, he let her take the lead. Slowly, she made progress sliding down the sheets and taking him centimeter by centimeter
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Trade Agreements - Part 11/11
anonymous
November 14 2010, 19:09:30 UTC
“I love how the second we’re done, you get out of bed,” Ukraine mumbled without contempt. She probably found it more amusing than anything, but was too tired to really inject much emotion into her voice at all.
“Only for your comfort, dear,” England whispered. He enveloped her in his arms and practically deflated into the pillows, letting out a long sigh of contentment. “Goodnight, Katusha.”
“Goodnight, Arthur.”
Somewhere in Europe, Ukraine’s boss mumbled, “Finally…” and exited out of the text he’d randomly received, updating him of the country’s renewed trade status with England.
THIS. IS. SHIIIIIT! Seriously, OP, I’m sorry for wasting your time with this. This is the first time I’ve written het smut, (Anon must confess she is a yaoi fangirl) and after a while I was just like, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!”
And, yeah…I don’t know where the ending came from. No idea. And it dealt more with thought than the actual physical aspect which I know sucked…but I just didn’t know what to do…uuuuuh…*dies*
Bonuses:
- He is really good with his mouth/tongue.
- He pays attention to her needs rather than his own.
- He gives her multiple orgasms.
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I’m sorry this took so long…I wrote it, then I didn’t like what I had so I started editing. It somehow went from about five thousand words to the length it is now at that point…and then school got in the way and we had a dress rehearsal for the winter play…So I hope that’s alright and didn’t make you angry!
Why did France have to pop up at the most inopportune of times? England groaned to himself as he adjusted his tie and stared in the mirror, meeting eyes in it with a certain blue-eyed nuisance, whom at this very moment was cackling with glee and perhaps mirth.
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But oh god, France and the escargot and-- LOL
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“I love how the second we’re done, you get out of bed,” Ukraine mumbled without contempt. She probably found it more amusing than anything, but was too tired to really inject much emotion into her voice at all.
“Only for your comfort, dear,” England whispered. He enveloped her in his arms and practically deflated into the pillows, letting out a long sigh of contentment. “Goodnight, Katusha.”
“Goodnight, Arthur.”
Somewhere in Europe, Ukraine’s boss mumbled, “Finally…” and exited out of the text he’d randomly received, updating him of the country’s renewed trade status with England.
THIS. IS. SHIIIIIT! Seriously, OP, I’m sorry for wasting your time with this. This is the first time I’ve written het smut, (Anon must confess she is a yaoi fangirl) and after a while I was just like, “JUST GET IT OVER WITH!”
And, yeah…I don’t know where the ending came from. No idea. And it dealt more with thought than the actual physical aspect which I know sucked…but I just didn’t know what to do…uuuuuh…*dies*
I hope you kind liked it.
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