This line came up, "There's something about the way that everyone screams out America's name when they come inside Canada that just makes Matthew shake in anger."
Anon sucks ass. This took way too long to actually finish. I apologize and offer lame excuse that I've been terribly busy. And I'm also apologizing for the sheer amount of stupidity and crack in here.
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Taking in deep, deep breaths, Matthew slid down the wall and closed his eyes. It had been a long day -- scratch that, it'd been a long week -- and he had had absolutely enough. If he hadn't been trembling in anger, he probably would have been doing something at least a little bit productive, but as it was, he couldn't make his brain function properly.
He was used to being mistaken for America, of course; with Matthew, it was a daily occurrence. He often wondered why he never stood out, or why nobody could seem to tell the difference between him and his brother. Not even England could tell half the time.
"Alfred... oh, oh!" he cried out, bucking and writhing against Matthew's touches. Normally this would have pissed him off to no end, but he was too far gone to do more than make a small note of it, and then
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The woes of an unremarkable American [2/3]
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:20:13 UTC
shit i really do fail. Forgot to name the first part. >__<''
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The Canadian finally found it in him to get his mind working properly again, so he got up and began to make his way to the kitchen to make himself something delicious to eat -- more or less, though, he just wanted to drown his anger in maple syrup. On the way there, however, he happened to pass by the mail slot, and picked up the mail.
Bills, bills, a letter from America that Matthew ignored (See how he likes it!), flyers, a postcard from Poland (with a picture of Myslewicki Palace in Warsaw on it)...
"Wow, America, I like totally didn't know you were into that kind of thing!"
Matthew stopped right there to save himself from a headache that would have surely resulted.
"Ah, America! Did you know that I invented this style of bondage?" Korea asked, leaning over Canada. If he hadn't had a cloth bound around his mouth, he would have told Korea that no, he didn't, and that we wasn't America. That actually may not have been possible anyhow,
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Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:29:23 UTC
"Ah... fuck!" Alfred cried out as Canada jerked him off quickly and skillfully. "Dammit... more!"
"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned
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Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 11 2009, 05:29:43 UTC
Huh? Why would Canada be bashing heads? He wasn't even in this.
(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
Everything moved in a blur--his shirt being pulled over his head as he was pushed down to the mattress, the fly of his jeans being eagerly unzipped. Running his hands through his lover's hair, Canada leaned up for a kiss, and when they pulled away, he was met with a warm smile and a familiar gaze.
"Oh--"
Canada closed his eyes, leaning into his lover's touch. This, he thought, this is what it's like to be loved.
"--merica!"
So much for that.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
"You really don't know? Get off." Canada shoved him out of the way and started to fasten his pants. "Do you even listen to yourself half the time? Scratch that, do you listen to yourself at all?"
"What the fuck does listening have to do with--" America paled. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Oh. Ahh, listen, I am really sorry. I don't even know how that happened--I was, y'know, caught up in the moment and--I just wasn't thinkingCanada gave a quiet "Ha." in agreement, as he scanned the room for his shirt. Then he felt America's hand grab his and flinched
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I was reading this: http://technophile.livejournal.com/276799.html?thread=9514815#t9514815
This line came up, "There's something about the way that everyone screams out America's name when they come inside Canada that just makes Matthew shake in anger."
Love to see this elaborated upon. Thanks.
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Taking in deep, deep breaths, Matthew slid down the wall and closed his eyes. It had been a long day -- scratch that, it'd been a long week -- and he had had absolutely enough. If he hadn't been trembling in anger, he probably would have been doing something at least a little bit productive, but as it was, he couldn't make his brain function properly.
He was used to being mistaken for America, of course; with Matthew, it was a daily occurrence. He often wondered why he never stood out, or why nobody could seem to tell the difference between him and his brother. Not even England could tell half the time.
"Alfred... oh, oh!" he cried out, bucking and writhing against Matthew's touches. Normally this would have pissed him off to no end, but he was too far gone to do more than make a small note of it, and then ( ... )
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The Canadian finally found it in him to get his mind working properly again, so he got up and began to make his way to the kitchen to make himself something delicious to eat -- more or less, though, he just wanted to drown his anger in maple syrup. On the way there, however, he happened to pass by the mail slot, and picked up the mail.
Bills, bills, a letter from America that Matthew ignored (See how he likes it!), flyers, a postcard from Poland (with a picture of Myslewicki Palace in Warsaw on it)...
"Wow, America, I like totally didn't know you were into that kind of thing!"
Matthew stopped right there to save himself from a headache that would have surely resulted.
"Ah, America! Did you know that I invented this style of bondage?" Korea asked, leaning over Canada. If he hadn't had a cloth bound around his mouth, he would have told Korea that no, he didn't, and that we wasn't America. That actually may not have been possible anyhow, ( ... )
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"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned ( ... )
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Have Canada bashing in heads! I demand it! (please? Pretty please?)
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(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
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Writernon is glad you enjoyed~~ : D
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this anon LOVED IT! ;D
you should totally write more of this!
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if I ever did though, it would be posted in my journal. Is it against the rules to link back there?
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Just wanted to say that DEAR GOOOOOD. When America screamed "Oh God! America!" I CAAAAAAAME.
My heart. It is yours.
(ReCaptcha says scarfing then. So Korea used scarfs for bondage. Okay.)
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"Oh--"
Canada closed his eyes, leaning into his lover's touch. This, he thought, this is what it's like to be loved.
"--merica!"
So much for that.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
"You really don't know? Get off." Canada shoved him out of the way and started to fasten his pants. "Do you even listen to yourself half the time? Scratch that, do you listen to yourself at all?"
"What the fuck does listening have to do with--" America paled. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Oh. Ahh, listen, I am really sorry. I don't even know how that happened--I was, y'know, caught up in the moment and--I just wasn't thinkingCanada gave a quiet "Ha." in agreement, as he scanned the room for his shirt. Then he felt America's hand grab his and flinched ( ... )
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Original request is here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5965783#t5965783
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This was amusing and wonderful. Thank you very much anon!
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