America frowned and twitched his collar back out of England’s hands.  “Quit it, England,” he said, trying hard to quash the slow, thick drawl that wanted to creep into his voice.  He didn’t need that right now.  That was the last thing he needed.

“The folds are uneven,” England snapped back.

America took a deep breath and told himself that ( Read more... )

Uruguay had always sort of wondered what the fuss was about.  Two people pushed their lips together and let their saliva mix together in each others’ mouths.  It sounded disgusting, not even a little bit as fun or exciting as it seemed to be, if the way people got strange over it was any indication.  He’d never really wanted to try it out for ( Read more... )

Title: Light Has Died Out of Their Skies
Author: sakuratsukikage 
Recipient: salmagundi_fic 
Characters: America, England, will include Tony and Canada in later chapters
Rating: PG in this section, but will be R for dark themes and graphic imagery
Prompt: Magical Creatures - England, America -After an attempt to use magic to make America see fairies, England discovers that the ( Read more... )

One of the greatest things about liking US/UK as a pairing is that the art for it, just out there in the fandom, is just gorgeous, and just to remind everyone how awesome and lovely it is, I thought I might as well make a picspam.  I've tried to get all my favorites, but there are just way too many awesome, beautiful ones for me to get all of them ( Read more... )

There had been a time, a long time ago, when Sweden’s height had made Finland feel small, as if the breadth of his shoulders and his towering height somehow made Finland smaller in comparison, just like Sweden’s gaze had frightened him, made him feel suddenly, strangely inadequate whenever he found Sweden’s eyes on him.  It had taken a long time ( Read more... )

Denmark didn’t really think of himself as old.  Sure, he’d been around a long time, he knew that, but when he was concentrating on everything else, you know, business, politics, the energy of simply living, all the little things that came up each day, well, it just didn’t really seem to matter all that much.  Besides, it didn’t matter how old he ( Read more... )

Where the Shadows Are, Part Two

“So,” he said.  “You know, I’m down here anyway.”  He tried a charmingly awesome smile.  “Feel like telling me what’s goin’ on now?”

England seemed to shrink down into himself at that.  “No,” he said shortly, then sighed.  Maybe he’d felt like that had been too harsh, maybe he’d seen America’s flinch backward from ( Read more... )

Where the Shadows Are, Part One

In the land of Mordor, where the shadows are.

He woke gasping, his entire body trembling head to foot, his muscles so tightly wound they’d knotted themselves into a single solid ache.  Everything was dark, everything but the blasts exploding behind his eyes.  He could hear them reverberating in his ears, the shells, ( Read more... )

How it works:

1- Pick twenty ships and post pictures for all of them. (Ships are not necessarily in order.)
2- Members of your flist reply and ask you questions about said ships, for certain bits of headcanon, etc. Basically anything.
3- Or, they can also just squee.

Also, this meme is just Hetalia--I'll do one for other fandoms at a later date.

( Huge meme to follow! )

The sand was baked warm by the sun, but America’s feet and ankles were still cold from the chill of the surf as he jogged back over it to fling himself down on the towel beside England.  England scowled at him and scooted away like he might get contaminated by America’s salt-wet skin, only to bury his nose in his book again.  He was reading ( Read more... )