England actually DOES like the French Language....
anonymous
September 26 2009, 10:10:04 UTC
Language Kink! I has it.
France/UK = My OTP of OTPs
Now tell me why there isn't anything involving Language and FrUk on the kinkmeme?
I'd like to see France having a typical conversation (or arguement...don't matter) where he uses French quite liberally, and England manages to get turned on by his accent.
I also would love to see this escalate into the bedroom, where France tops England big time.
Bonus 1. England tries to hide the fact that France's French makes him hot. Bonus 2. England ultmately fails at hiding that fact, be it through blurting it out or speaking before thinking. |D Bonus 3. France catches on before England accidentally admits such, and decides to tease him, even by using nonsense phrases. Bonus 4 (and I'll love you for this): England's is a virgin when it comes to mansex.
Please? I'm on my knees begging with puppy eyes and big animu tears. ; _;
Sorry, I Don't Speak Wine-Bastard [1/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 17:27:12 UTC
Been a bit since I did a fill. Let’s see if this recharges my batteries. :D Also, pardon Writernon’s Google!French. Translations will be given at the end, as well as a short discourse on the history!fail I tried to give this fic. ___
They meet at Francis’s house on the sixth of April in 1904 to discuss the growing tensions between the countries of Europe. It feels warm and pleasant outside, and Arthur finds the door is cracked a little, a piece of wood wedged between the frame and the door. Arthur looks at it a moment and then snorts and shakes his head, pushing the door aside and walking in.
“Arthur? Is that you?” Francis’s voice, somewhere from the left.
“No, you great idiot, it’s a burglar who’s going to bean you over the noggin before taking most of your valuables and the clothes off your back.” Arthur walks towards the sound and finds Francis sitting in a room bright with sunlight, sipping coffee as he reads a book. “Honestly, what would possess you to just prop your door open like that, where anyone can waltz in?”
Sorry, I Don't Speak Wine-Bastard [2/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 17:31:06 UTC
“We should help one another out, non? We have a mutual enemy who is growing more and more powerful. Does it not make sense that we should unite against it?” Arthur felt warm breath on his knuckles, a brush of lips. “Mieux vaut plier que rompre, after all.”
Okay, Arthur thinks, this is getting ridiculous. “Will you stop that?” he snaps, jerking his hand away. “You’re getting me bothered and hot on purpose, aren’t you?”
Silence. Arthur stares into Francis’s face and wonders why he’s smirking like - oh. His eyes widen and his face boils with blood.
“I - I mean, with you leaving the bloody windows open and - and it’s hot outside -”
Francis’s smirk widens, and Arthur sputters and chokes when he realizes.
Sorry, I Don't Speak Wine-Bastard [4/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 21:14:59 UTC
He stops when he reaches the hem of Francis’s pants, his fingers curling to scratch against the skin just underneath. “U-um,” he says, more to himself than Francis.
“Arthur, at this point people usually unzip their partner’s pants.”
“I - I know that!” he snaps, fingers going and fumbling at the fastenings. “At least I’m being a gentleman about it!”
“Oui, oui, Angleterre. Tu es un ange,” Francis says, and there is something dismissive in that voice that makes Arthur’s blood boil and his body throb. With another frown, Arthur yanks Francis’s trousers down his thighs and listens to the contented sigh as his cock juts out from between his hips. And as he stares, Arthur feels his glare slip as he looks.
“It’s….”
“Impressionné?” Francis chuckles, low and throaty, and arches his hips a little.
Arthur scowls again and ducks his head, swiping his tongue across the bottom of Francis’s cock, just because he can. He relishes the way Francis hisses and clutches, fierce and wanting and right.
Sorry, I Don't Speak Wine-Bastard [5/5]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 21:48:59 UTC
“Nmm…’m I gonna fuck you?” Arthur asks, pulling back.
Francis looks up at Arthur in horror, and then just snorts and curls his lip. “Non, I am not letting you anywhere near my vital regions until you’ve been properly schooled in lovemaking.”
“…you’re kidding,” Arthur deadpans, and Francis just shrugs. “Well you bloody well can’t teach me with a limp cock, can you?”
“Who said anything about having you receive my love?” Francis asks, smoothing his hand up Arthur’s side. “Non, mon cher, if we do that it will hurt and you will get no enjoyment from this at all.”
“Well then how do you expect to deal with this?” Arthur snaps, pointing to his trousers and the bulge twitching against the fabric.
Francis quirks an eyebrow and chuckles, shaking his head. “You lasted that long? My, mon Angleterre, you are just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
...I....I....I don't think I have anything else to say but
HOLY SHIT
Thank you thank you thank you so much for filling this! Really. I'm so so glad someone did this, especially since France and England can go a number of ways.
I think I'm going to go back and read this over and over. |D
Captcha: 1971 Disco...what, do I need an Austin Powers!Iggy now? o_O
You have a bit of a problem with the second person there, you switch between tu and vous all the time. I'm guessing you're a native English speaker? It's usually English speakers who have this problem a lot since English only has "you" for both plural and singular AND polite AND casual.
I'm not a native French speaker but I'll try to point out some stuff, if you don't mind?
Une excellente idée Une idée excellente, right? Adjective goes after the noun (unless it's one of those few exceptions like "petit" etc.)
Européenne des voisins Voisins européens. The same thing again. And you don't need the "des" here. And even if the adjective was before the noun and the "des" was needed in the situation, the "des" would come before both. "des nouveaux voisins" for example. (nouveau is one of the adjectives that come before noun.)
France/UK = My OTP of OTPs
Now tell me why there isn't anything involving Language and FrUk on the kinkmeme?
I'd like to see France having a typical conversation (or arguement...don't matter) where he uses French quite liberally, and England manages to get turned on by his accent.
I also would love to see this escalate into the bedroom, where France tops England big time.
Bonus 1. England tries to hide the fact that France's French makes him hot.
Bonus 2. England ultmately fails at hiding that fact, be it through blurting it out or speaking before thinking. |D
Bonus 3. France catches on before England accidentally admits such, and decides to tease him, even by using nonsense phrases.
Bonus 4 (and I'll love you for this): England's is a virgin when it comes to mansex.
Please? I'm on my knees begging with puppy eyes and big animu tears. ; _;
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They meet at Francis’s house on the sixth of April in 1904 to discuss the growing tensions between the countries of Europe. It feels warm and pleasant outside, and Arthur finds the door is cracked a little, a piece of wood wedged between the frame and the door. Arthur looks at it a moment and then snorts and shakes his head, pushing the door aside and walking in.
“Arthur? Is that you?” Francis’s voice, somewhere from the left.
“No, you great idiot, it’s a burglar who’s going to bean you over the noggin before taking most of your valuables and the clothes off your back.” Arthur walks towards the sound and finds Francis sitting in a room bright with sunlight, sipping coffee as he reads a book. “Honestly, what would possess you to just prop your door open like that, where anyone can waltz in?”
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Okay, Arthur thinks, this is getting ridiculous. “Will you stop that?” he snaps, jerking his hand away. “You’re getting me bothered and hot on purpose, aren’t you?”
Silence. Arthur stares into Francis’s face and wonders why he’s smirking like - oh. His eyes widen and his face boils with blood.
“I - I mean, with you leaving the bloody windows open and - and it’s hot outside -”
Francis’s smirk widens, and Arthur sputters and chokes when he realizes.
“You - you knew, you bastard ( ... )
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Have my babies. Please.
Marry me.
something
OH MY GOD I FREAKING LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW. I'm personally having a very crappy day and this has me grinning and giggling like a little girl. x3
can't wait to see more. 8D
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It's amazing so far! ; 3;
And OP and I love you for it.
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“Arthur, at this point people usually unzip their partner’s pants.”
“I - I know that!” he snaps, fingers going and fumbling at the fastenings. “At least I’m being a gentleman about it!”
“Oui, oui, Angleterre. Tu es un ange,” Francis says, and there is something dismissive in that voice that makes Arthur’s blood boil and his body throb. With another frown, Arthur yanks Francis’s trousers down his thighs and listens to the contented sigh as his cock juts out from between his hips. And as he stares, Arthur feels his glare slip as he looks.
“It’s….”
“Impressionné?” Francis chuckles, low and throaty, and arches his hips a little.
Arthur scowls again and ducks his head, swiping his tongue across the bottom of Francis’s cock, just because he can. He relishes the way Francis hisses and clutches, fierce and wanting and right.
“ Oh, oui, s'il vous plaît ... utiliser ( ... )
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Moar plz. ; ;
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Francis looks up at Arthur in horror, and then just snorts and curls his lip. “Non, I am not letting you anywhere near my vital regions until you’ve been properly schooled in lovemaking.”
“…you’re kidding,” Arthur deadpans, and Francis just shrugs. “Well you bloody well can’t teach me with a limp cock, can you?”
“Who said anything about having you receive my love?” Francis asks, smoothing his hand up Arthur’s side. “Non, mon cher, if we do that it will hurt and you will get no enjoyment from this at all.”
“Well then how do you expect to deal with this?” Arthur snaps, pointing to his trousers and the bulge twitching against the fabric.
Francis quirks an eyebrow and chuckles, shaking his head. “You lasted that long? My, mon Angleterre, you are just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I-It’s your fault, you bastard ( ... )
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HOLY SHIT
Thank you thank you thank you so much for filling this! Really. I'm so so glad someone did this, especially since France and England can go a number of ways.
I think I'm going to go back and read this over and over. |D
Captcha: 1971 Disco...what, do I need an Austin Powers!Iggy now? o_O
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Parce que je savais que vous seriez à venir, Angleterre. - Because I knew you'd come in, England.
allons-nous passer aux choses sérieuses - let us get down to business
À quelque chose malheur est bon - Unhappiness is good for something.
Européenne des voisins - European neighbors
Mieux vaut plier que rompre - Better to bend than to break.
Suivez-moi - Follow me
Vous serez tous les droits - You'll be all right
Je serai douce - I'll be gentle
Impensable - unthinkable
pardonne-moi, je ne peux pas m'en empêcher - Forgive me, I can not help myself
Faire ce quoi, Angleterre? - Doing this, England?
Oui, oui, Angleterre. Tu es un ange - Yes, yes, England. You are an angel. (Spoken sarcastically)
Oh, oui, s'il vous plaît ... utiliser votre bouche ... - Oh, yes, please...use your mouth...
Rendre votre bouche plus serré - Make your mouth tighter
Je me souviens quand vous étiez enfant, ma Angleterre - I remember when you were a child, my England.
Tu étais si petite et si drôles, alors. ( ... )
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You have a bit of a problem with the second person there, you switch between tu and vous all the time. I'm guessing you're a native English speaker? It's usually English speakers who have this problem a lot since English only has "you" for both plural and singular AND polite AND casual.
I'm not a native French speaker but I'll try to point out some stuff, if you don't mind?
Une excellente idée
Une idée excellente, right? Adjective goes after the noun (unless it's one of those few exceptions like "petit" etc.)
Européenne des voisins
Voisins européens. The same thing again. And you don't need the "des" here. And even if the adjective was before the noun and the "des" was needed in the situation, the "des" would come before both. "des nouveaux voisins" for example. (nouveau is one of the adjectives that come before noun.)
Vous serez tous les ( ... )
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