Re: Russia/America request~
anonymous
October 18 2009, 18:03:30 UTC
first time poster is nervous
“France, are you sure you left the papers in here?” Arthur said as he fit the key he had for the London Conference Centre into the lock. “Not in your car or something?”
The Frenchman nodded, folding his arms over his chest, shivering in the cold English night. “I’m positive Sourcils. I don’t want to spend my night in the froid…” He snuck up behind England, grabbing his hips, nuzzling his scruffy chin against Arthur’s neck, “I’d much rather spend it with you-ouch!” He pulled back quickly as an elbow drove into his stomach.
Grinning at the wincing nation, Arthur unlocked the door and slipped inside. Grumbling, France followed in after him, closing the door behind them. “Whereabouts are they?” England asked, pulling the flashlight he had brought and turning it on.
“They should be in the Meeting Room.” France said, still rubbing his side, but creeping up behind the anyway Englishman, using the darkness as a reason for the close proximity. He grabbed onto England’s arm suddenly, “Sourcils…Do you hear that
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Re: Russia/America request~
anonymous
October 28 2009, 09:48:19 UTC
anon is pleased than people are enjoying ^____^
and now for smut orz;;
“Perhaps I will be able to show you more of what I’ve learned, da?” Russia asked, leaning down, keeping his lips barely a centimetre away from the American.
Arthur’s teeth sunk into Francis’ hand as Alfred kissed Ivan, using the scarf to pull the Russian closer. In response, France bit England’s shoulder, trying to muffle his cry of pain.
As the two European nations screamed quietly, Ivan had already begun working at Alfred’s jacket, slowly pulling it off his fit shoulders, casting it aside. Moaning lightly American fumbled with the thick jacket, ripping it off and slipping his arms around the Russian’s neck.
Arthur whimpered quietly, watching Ivan’s large hands cradle the young nation so tenderly. Prying his jaw off the Englishman’s shoulder, Francis whispered in his ear, voice husky and low. “Are you jealous Angleterre?” Nodding silently, Arthur tried to shut his eyes, trying to block the image of Russia claiming his colony from his mind. “Then I will
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Re: Russia/America request~
anonymous
October 28 2009, 09:48:53 UTC
Ivan and Alfred looked around. Ivan was already halfway thrust into Alfred and moaned in pain and he shifted suddenly. Mind hazy from the bottle of vodka he had consumed before the meeting, Ivan couldn’t make any shapes out besides Alfred. “Maverick…” He moaned, reaching forward, pushing in further and kissing the American’s neck, “You are teasing
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Bonus points if England gets pissed and storms in the room! >:D
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“France, are you sure you left the papers in here?” Arthur said as he fit the key he had for the London Conference Centre into the lock. “Not in your car or something?”
The Frenchman nodded, folding his arms over his chest, shivering in the cold English night. “I’m positive Sourcils. I don’t want to spend my night in the froid…” He snuck up behind England, grabbing his hips, nuzzling his scruffy chin against Arthur’s neck, “I’d much rather spend it with you-ouch!” He pulled back quickly as an elbow drove into his stomach.
Grinning at the wincing nation, Arthur unlocked the door and slipped inside. Grumbling, France followed in after him, closing the door behind them. “Whereabouts are they?” England asked, pulling the flashlight he had brought and turning it on.
“They should be in the Meeting Room.” France said, still rubbing his side, but creeping up behind the anyway Englishman, using the darkness as a reason for the close proximity. He grabbed onto England’s arm suddenly, “Sourcils…Do you hear that ( ... )
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I needs to read the rest of this. Please.
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I. Love. You. For. This.
You should totally continue! I'm so happy that someone did this~! I love that Ivan's been working on his english xD
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and now for smut orz;;
“Perhaps I will be able to show you more of what I’ve learned, da?” Russia asked, leaning down, keeping his lips barely a centimetre away from the American.
Arthur’s teeth sunk into Francis’ hand as Alfred kissed Ivan, using the scarf to pull the Russian closer. In response, France bit England’s shoulder, trying to muffle his cry of pain.
As the two European nations screamed quietly, Ivan had already begun working at Alfred’s jacket, slowly pulling it off his fit shoulders, casting it aside. Moaning lightly American fumbled with the thick jacket, ripping it off and slipping his arms around the Russian’s neck.
Arthur whimpered quietly, watching Ivan’s large hands cradle the young nation so tenderly. Prying his jaw off the Englishman’s shoulder, Francis whispered in his ear, voice husky and low. “Are you jealous Angleterre?” Nodding silently, Arthur tried to shut his eyes, trying to block the image of Russia claiming his colony from his mind. “Then I will ( ... )
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