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Hunger [1/4]

[anonymous]

Original Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10530.html?thread=18276386#t18276386

Apparently, when the English law that criminalised homosexuality was drawn up, Queen Victoria vetoed the addition of lesbian sex to the list of illegal activities. Admittedly this was because she apparently thought that 'women did not have such passions', but still.

This anon now wants a fic of fem!England taking advantage of this legal loophole. Preferred pairing would be England/India, but so long as it's reasonably canon, it's entirely up to the author.

Bonus: England keeps a straight face for almost the whole time, insisting that as a woman she has no emotional investment whatsoever in the coupling and generally being an uptight bitch.
Bonus 2: the other country proves her wrong.

This is a two part fill to the request, both involving fem!England. The second part will be up shortly after this one.
The body had its hungers

Hunger [2/4]

[anonymous]

England watched France’s red lacquered fingernails, shining against the dark bottle of champagne. Upon refilling Alana’s glass (after gracefully coming to her position at the door), the taller country returned to a one-armed couch and reclined on it gracefully, an odalisque with rich golden hair that a painter would have died to capture on canvas. Around her throat, she wore a scarlet ribbon fastened of rubies, a necklace that glittered like a livid wound upon her milk-pale skin. Blue eyes, bluer than the sapphire bracelets on her narrow wrists, gazed in a cat’s content calculation

Hunger [3/4]

[anonymous]

Once she would have been smug, and indeed, she had a flicker of a self-satisfied warmth settling in her belly along with something like arousal, but she did not feel quite the same vindictiveness as she would have felt not too long ago. This puzzled her but she pushed it from her mind, particularly, as she watched the red claws delicately pluck at her drawers, baring knees for kisses and caresses. Knobby knees, when compared to the other woman’s

Hunger [4/4]

[anonymous]

England snarled and hissed as her fingers pulled cruelly at long gold hair (hair that she wished that she had, ever since she was a small child running along chalk cliffs-). A tongue lapped and caressed and flicked with far too much experience. Whore. Damn whoreA finger wriggled into her, joined by another. The sensation of far too long fingernails (claws) occasionally scraping upon sensitive, sensitized inner walls only excited her, and she clenched involuntarily. No- She would not buck up her hips, no, she would not moan like a slut. Alana gasped hoarsely as a warm mouth surrounded that one spot that she found her fingers drifting to in her moments of weakness. The mouth teased and sucked and pulled. Pleasure spiked and prickled along her body from that one spot, and she continued to pull harshly on the handfuls of hair

Hunger [Notes + Glossary]

[anonymous]

Notes + Glossary

Re: Hunger [Notes + Glossary]

[anonymous]

Anon, that was brilliant! Your writing is fantastic and the dialogue between France and England was sheer delight! I haven't been this impressed in a long time!

Re: Hunger [Notes + Glossary]

[anonymous]

This fic is so lovely - the buildup is wonderful, and France and England play off each other so well here.

psst, if you ever de-anon on this, it should be "la petite mort", since Death is a lady in French.

The clothing details are wonderful - I can practically feel the clothing under my hands as I read, and poor England. She's not entirely comfortable with being ladylike, I think, but to her it's better than being open about her desires in the way that France is.

reCaptcha: knits best. I'm sure it's not either of them.

Re: Hunger [4/4]

[anonymous]

Nice work. Yuri is a rare thing on this kink meme but I keep finding little gems like this! Thank you anon!
Oh and btw, Queen Victoria didn't not ban lesbianism because she didn't think it existed, she just.. didn't ban it.

Cravings [1/4]

[anonymous]

Alana realized why she hated India so. The Asiatic nation had all the femininity that God had forsook to not give the island kingdom (Empire, a stern and arrogant little voice in her reminded). This moment of self-enlightenment, bold and clear and stark and sharp as diamond, came upon the haze of hashish

Cravings [2/4]

[anonymous]

India only smiled and obediently came, hips swaying gracefully. Her skin smelled like a thousand spices, warm and sweet and bitter and cloying and utterly exotic, like milk and honey and a hint of rancid butter, like new gold and old silver and disintegrating tin, like lotus flowers and night blooming jasmine. Vaguely, desperately, England wondered how she smelled. Of coal smoke, probably. Mildew, wet cobbles, crushed grass, tea laden with curdling cream, rotting wood, iron

Cravings [3/4]

[anonymous]

-see how lovely you are with a swollen tongue and bulging eyes

Cravings [4/4]

[anonymous]

If the other country heard anything, she said nothing. She continued to trace along England’s torso with clever, experienced fingers. Her mouth then descended, dropping kisses along the curve of narrow shoulders and the jut of a collarbone. The kisses had nothing of teeth, only lips, lingering and sweet like the last taste of a sip of chocolate. They continued, making flesh flush infuriatingly easily. England brought her fingers to India again, brushing against the full breasts that so fascinated her

Cravings [Notes]

[anonymous]

Notes

Re: Cravings [Notes]

[anonymous]

.....that was oh-so-pretty. Relentlessly gorgeous images, all woven together by such flowing language. ♥ It's really perfect, it works so well to tie together the whole piece. Oh, god, um, this totally made more sense in my head, but it reads of disarming decadence. (What with such a powerful, imperial force being rendered sort of senseless. And yet at the same time, she's fully convinced that she's in control. Geez, I hope that all makes sense. Long story short, it's absolutely delicious and now I have a tea craving.)

(Also, would you by any chance be the author of 'Lioness Rampant'? The writing styles in this piece and that one seem similar.)

Re: Cravings [Notes]

[anonymous]

It's fun to write erotica. I get to use all the purple prose I could ever want! XD

That was very much what I was going for, in both stories. England has always been a figure of control in my imaginings, someone who needs it and wants it very badly. In England's search for it, however, he can be thus manipulated by his desire for control and the belief that he is indeed in control. And this is regardless of gender.

And yes, I wrote that. ^_^ Alana is my genderswapped version of England, yes.

Thank you!

Re: Cravings [Notes]

[anonymous]

Oh. My. Lord.

Anon just read both of these in one go and...wow. Yuri is all too rare a thing these days, and these two stories are masterfully done. I seriously can't think of anything that would make them better. The first one left me cold and worried, for England and France alike, and the second one left me in a kind of daze, as well as a new perspective on my own surroundings (this anon is on study abroad at the moment).

Just...you get a thousand gold stars, anon.

Also, ALANA. OH MY GOD BEST NAME FOR FEM!ENGLAND EVER.