In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

Jul 25, 2008 15:44


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[1/?] ... anonymous February 12 2009, 03:47:38 UTC
“Come on, mon amour. S’il vous plait. Don’t be like that, hmm? How can you doubt my love like this?”
“Thoi di. Don’t talk to me anymore. Just go back home now. I don’t want to deal with you anymore”, Vietnam growled, glaring in the blonde’s direction. He shuddered as her eyes fell on him, half in fear, the other half in pure unadulterated lust.
Vietnam was beyond just angry, she was outraged. France ran away with his tail between his legs as soon as he found out that Japan was coming. And now, after all of that, he is back, asking her to accept him again.
The nerve of this man!
“Ma chéri. Je t’aime,” France whispered, wrapping his arm around her. Vietnam bites back a groan as the heat coming from him radiate through the thin ao dai that she was wearing. France chuckles softly. “Je t’aime,” he murmured, “Je t’aime, ma petit fleur.”
“You left me,” Vietnam stated bluntly. She was fighting a losing battle. The more her mind tells her no. The more her body wanted him.

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[2/?]... anonymous February 12 2009, 05:16:56 UTC
France shook his head, turning her head so that she was looking at him,” Please.”
“Khong. We can’t do this.”
“Please,” desperation was thick in France’s voice. Vietnam remained silent. This wasn’t right. He should be leaving, not staying here and tempting her like this.
France though, was not known as a quitter in the romance department. Nudging her neck to the side, he started kissing along a line leading from the neck to her lips. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime,” he repeated over and over and his hand slowly trails up to unbutton her dress.
Vietnam moaned softly when the cold air hit her exposed skin. “A-aah.” Dammit. He was not going to get the upper hand on this. She was Vietnam, for god sake! Quicker then France can see, he was slammed against the wall with a very, very solid wooden paddle holding him in place across the neck,” I’ll teach you, never to leave me again.”

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Yay anonymous April 24 2009, 05:07:32 UTC
I quite liked this!
You pulled the characters off pretty well, and I liked how Vietnam remained this spitfire woman. Kudos anon!

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