Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
Part 13-14 (edited), 15-65: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=41192345#t41192345
66-76: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=52116793#t52116793
77-85: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=65442132#t65442132
86-95:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=77998562#t77998562
New parts start here. (Next update is coming, guys! I've had it almost done for a while, but been swamped with RL stuff.)
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"Why didn't we sleep in the vehicle?" Matthew asked.
"Come on, Matthew, where's your sense of adventure?" Lizze said. She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder. She'd changed out of her swimsuit into a pair of black clamdiggers and sandals, with an men's black t-shirt-probably Gilbert's-with a zombie on it.
He noticed that about everyone had dressed up. Or at least, as much as some of them dressed up. Roderich was wearing a cravat, and something that looked straight out of an Ace Attorney game, while Gilbert had on loose jeans, sneakers, an off-white t-shirt with a chicken with a saddle on it. No, wait, that was a rooster. What the? Oh, he got it now ( ... )
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He stepped to the other side of the vehicle, checking for possible preschoolers he might accidentally scar forever by being 'that streaking pervert' without even meaning to. Luckily, they all apparently had bedtimes to meet and weren't about to be sneaking into gay clubs, so he was home free, or something.
"I'll watch for you."
Matthew froze. He jerked around, to see...Francis. Of course it was Francis. Who else would be peeking at his ass? No one, that's who. Unless it was those damn five year olds again.
"Merde, you scared me," Matthew said. He laughed it off, pushing his hair out of his face.
"I thought some kind of pervert was there...." Matthew said sheepishly.
"And you were entirely right." Francis sighed wistfully. "I love when you speak French."
"Ahh....Moi aussi," Matthew said ( ... )
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"I don't hate him in so many words, I suppose," Francis said. He peered at his recently manicured nails. "But, I don't particularly like him either. His tastes are horribly tacky, his eyebrows are atrocious, and telling him to his face produces amusing results."
"So, your epic rivalry boils down to sweater vests, lack of tweezers, and keeping up the hate is easier than fighting it?"
"Would you have preferred we sort our differences out in bed?" Francis asked in amusement.
"Ugh, no! Forget I said anything," Matthew said.
Francis just chuckled, and by then they'd reached the group. This usually would've been the cue for Gilbert to make some pithy comment about their lateness, but Lizzie was in full domme mode, and he already had the bruises to prove it. It really was just a matter of time before she was walking both Gilbert and Roderich around on leather leashes and collars. Not that Gilbert would ever admit it.
"You guys getting in this batmobile already? Because we are going to party like it's 1999," Gilbert said. "Though more ( ... )
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The songs Francis and Matthew are dancing to are Domino by Jessie J: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJtB55MaoD0&ob=av2e and Monster by Lady Gaga: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Er6sgb5MLNs
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The music was cranked up to the turn-you-deaf setting. Strobe lights were going all over the place over the clear floor which was made to look like glass with a framework of metal, but Matthew wasn't sure it was real.
The club music segued into this mash up dance song piece which was more catchy than it had any right to be. A guy stepped up, a bit tall with half-length pants which revealed some really cool tats. They were too far off for him to get a clear view of all of them, but the total effect was great. His white shirt was total vintage, ripped to all hell and revealing more tats and some really nice abs. And pecs. And everything, really ( ... )
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Mine. His.Despite the fact they'd basically been doing freelance frottage to Lady Gaga, it was then that he came, startling and intense, right in Lizzie's borrowed pants ( ... )
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Francis shrugged. "Shots 'o clock is a tradition."
"Wouldn't want to break tradition," Matthew said.
They made their way to where Gilbert and Antonio were sitting. Lovino was sitting grumpily by Antonio, and he looked like he'd sucked on a lemon when Matthew and Francis came into view. Lizzie and Roderich were nowhere in sight, which meant either impromptu makeover and/or shopping trip, or the other half of Gilbert's very own bizarre love triangle was having fun without him. Fun of the naked kind, of course.
"Enough of this fruity shit. Tonight, we take shots, like real men," Gilbert said ( ... )
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"As you see, Matthew finished what would've been the next, so as King of Whores I declare shots o' clock done for the day," Francis said.
"Sorry about that," Matthew said.
"It's no problem, cher," Francis said. "Now, I think we need a moment alone, hmm?"
"Ah...yeah," Matthew said.
Yet another Lady Gaga song was pounding in the club. They limped out and he sat out on the curb, while Matthew tried not to think what it was doing to his pants. Correction: Lizzie's pants ( ... )
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"You look very good tonight," Francis said as the waitress left. His hands hadn't left Matthew's all this time, and he was running his thumb over Matthew's palm.
"Geez, how drunk are you?" Matthew said, a little too flippantly.
"Only a little," Francis said.
"Only a little? How does that stack in Bad Friends Level Drunkenness, though? A little drunk for you guys usually means passed out in a coma for the rest of us non-drinking gods," Matthew said.
"Hmm, you have a point there. For your answer, I only had a couple of delicious fruity drinks at the bar, and that was a while back," Francis said. "In your alcoholic mortal terms, I'm barely buzzed."
"What about the round of shots?" Matthew said.
Francis scoffed. "Matthieu, Matthieu, everyone knows shots don't count to us alcohol gods."
"What about tequila shots?" Matthew said.
"Let me rephrase that: shots don't count unless they're tequila. Or unless it's you taking the shots," Francis said ( ... )
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Lovely writing as usual, and Matt's point of no return/non-regretting made me smile. And Matt coming from the neck bite/kiss/marking of ownership instead of the slightly-jealous groping? Unf. ♥
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