Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [1/?]
anonymous
January 18 2009, 13:42:11 UTC
It's gonna be LONG. And I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes >.> Besides it's not quite historical, but... it's happening before 10th October 1920, but timing isn't exactly accurate either ^^". I will write some notes in the last part, if anyone's interested ;d
Feliks wasn’t drunk, but he was slowly getting there.
Because hey - it wasn’t like Russia, of all countries, held the monopoly on drinking. He, Poland, was quite proud of his drunks too, thank you very much. And besides, even Russia couldn’t resist polish vodka (but Russia couldn’t resist any form of alcohol if it was only strong enough, so maybe it wasn’t the best example).
Feliks frowned, staring dully at his half-empty glass.
There had to be a better example somewhere.
(And he was DEFINITELY getting there.)
He was just about to pour some more vodka into his glass, when the bottle was jerked from the table.
“What the-“ started Feliks, turning around and finding himself facing thick coat and ridiculous scarf (so lame).
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [2/?]
anonymous
January 18 2009, 13:43:57 UTC
“I’m like, totally not drunk,” frowned Feliks, still trying and failing to make Russia let go. “I’m not drunk cuz you came in and spoiled my fun. Bastard. And don’t call me that. It’s creepy. And let go, it hurts. And like, give me my vodka back. And get out so I can stay alone with it.”
“But I like your vodka too, Polsha.”
“Well, you like, totally don’t count, Rosya. I said it earlier. But Picasso counts. He can be my example
( ... )
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [3/?]
anonymous
January 18 2009, 22:42:23 UTC
So Feliks wasn’t surprised when Ivan attacked his neck, biting first and sucking next on the same spot, just to make it more painful and pleasurable at the same time. Feliks was surprised, though, when he found himself pulling closer, grasping strong shoulders and tilting his head to give Russia better access.
And that was then that Feliks screamed in his mind that no, he wouldn’t give up that quickly. He wouldn’t make it easy for Russia. He already hadn’t been making it easy.
And so he grasped Ivan’s hair and tugged, making the bigger man leave his neck and face him. But just when Feliks was about to attack this mouth with his own - just to make that awful smile disappear - he felt strong hand around his throat and gasped.
“You said you wanted your vodka, da?” asked Ivan and his eyes were so wide, so wide that Feliks was drowning in them. “So drink
( ... )
S-so HOT! Just what I wanted! Erm... now that you made them brothers could you mention the fact that Russia is actually younger? I think I just discovered a new kink^^
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anonymous
January 20 2009, 02:36:52 UTC
Aw, I've read it too late ;( I don't know if I'll manage to put it somewhere in the next parts so that it'll still make sense, but I'll try! And I didn't even know that Russia is younger! :O
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [5/?]
anonymous
January 20 2009, 02:32:03 UTC
It seemed like a crazy dream, that wetness inside, taste of blood and vodka in his mouth, strong hand around his length- and his own hand moving to close around that big one, not quite trembling but not completely steady either.
Russia leaned over him and kissed blond hair, nuzzling slender neck with his nose, being dangerously tender and expectedly brutal when he pushed in merely seconds later.
Feliks wanted to bite something, anything, just to stop the scream from coming out and soon he found himself with mouth full of familiar scarf, still tied to his wrist. He could hear the moan and the heavy breathing, feel the erratic heartbeat and he gloated over it.
“We shouldn’t fight anymore, Feliks,” panted Russia when he went all the way inside. “We’re family. We’re brothers.”
Poland’s groan was muffled by the scarf in his mouth, but Ivan heard it anyway. He brushed strong fingers over the neck he had been grasping earlier, put his other arm around Feliks’ waist and smiled into the blond hair.
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [6/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 00:45:06 UTC
The burn Feliks felt earlier was nothing compared to this. They were moving together in uncontrollable, insane rhythm, but somehow in the perfect harmony too, almost like they had done it before
( ... )
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [7/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 00:56:16 UTC
Lithuania was screaming so hard that his throat had to burn. But Poland’s ache was worse and so he didn’t even look in his direction, staring at Russia all the time
( ... )
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [7/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 17:27:05 UTC
Amazing, writer!anon. I'm not even a Russia/Poland fan, in fact reading this story I cringed at parts which I considered them betraying poor Lithuania. But you wrote both Russia and Poland so well that the story dragged me in with it. It's so cool that you incorporated history into it. That's always a plus in any Hetalia fic IMO. Great job anon. And don't worry about the mistakes, they were only a few, mainly in using the definite article 'the' which I've seen a lot of non-English speakers do. For example 'Vilinus' is a known noun so it won't take an article (can't say "the Vilinus," or "a Vilinus" unless it's a special case of wording.) Hope that helps since I too am a non-English speaking writer and face the same challenges sometimes.
And I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes >.>
Besides it's not quite historical, but... it's happening before 10th October 1920, but timing isn't exactly accurate either ^^". I will write some notes in the last part, if anyone's interested ;d
Feliks wasn’t drunk, but he was slowly getting there.
Because hey - it wasn’t like Russia, of all countries, held the monopoly on drinking. He, Poland, was quite proud of his drunks too, thank you very much. And besides, even Russia couldn’t resist polish vodka (but Russia couldn’t resist any form of alcohol if it was only strong enough, so maybe it wasn’t the best example).
Feliks frowned, staring dully at his half-empty glass.
There had to be a better example somewhere.
(And he was DEFINITELY getting there.)
He was just about to pour some more vodka into his glass, when the bottle was jerked from the table.
“What the-“ started Feliks, turning around and finding himself facing thick coat and ridiculous scarf (so lame).
“Zdravstvujtye, Polsha.”
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And that was then that Feliks screamed in his mind that no, he wouldn’t give up that quickly. He wouldn’t make it easy for Russia. He already hadn’t been making it easy.
And so he grasped Ivan’s hair and tugged, making the bigger man leave his neck and face him. But just when Feliks was about to attack this mouth with his own - just to make that awful smile disappear - he felt strong hand around his throat and gasped.
“You said you wanted your vodka, da?” asked Ivan and his eyes were so wide, so wide that Feliks was drowning in them. “So drink ( ... )
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And I didn't even know that Russia is younger! :O
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Russia leaned over him and kissed blond hair, nuzzling slender neck with his nose, being dangerously tender and expectedly brutal when he pushed in merely seconds later.
Feliks wanted to bite something, anything, just to stop the scream from coming out and soon he found himself with mouth full of familiar scarf, still tied to his wrist. He could hear the moan and the heavy breathing, feel the erratic heartbeat and he gloated over it.
“We shouldn’t fight anymore, Feliks,” panted Russia when he went all the way inside. “We’re family. We’re brothers.”
Poland’s groan was muffled by the scarf in his mouth, but Ivan heard it anyway. He brushed strong fingers over the neck he had been grasping earlier, put his other arm around Feliks’ waist and smiled into the blond hair.
“My bratya, Polsha. My bratyaAnd then he ( ... )
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