Cockblocking!Adorable Memories UK/US
anonymous
October 27 2009, 01:55:03 UTC
It took this anon a bit of time to get into US/UK (or UK/US), mainly because Arthur was the one who raised Alfred (I was finally convinced when I realized just how sexy this pairing is. It didn't take very long.).
Anyway, Anon would like to see England (Already in a relationship with America) suddenly, out of the blue, having that same sort of crisis and not being able to get those sweet 'n wholesome Chibi!Alfred images to scurry from his head everytime he's having sex with America. So while trying to get down and dirty with Alfred, those evilcute little "I wuv you fohever Iggy!" memories flash through his head.
Bonus: Everytime this happens, England makes a weird expression that America assumes is some messed up sort of sex-face.
Bonus: Alfred tries to use baby-talk on Arthur, who freaks out like nobody's business.
Bonus: Arthur is convinced he's a cradle robber and eases his guilt with manic!sewing/knittng to avoid sex with Alfred.
Le Docteur de L'amour [1a/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 23:37:11 UTC
Here you go, anon, the beginning of a fic for you~ Oh yeah, and I took your fourth bonus and ran with it.
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“So, mon patient, what seems to be the problem? Tell Docteur Bonnefoy eveeeeerything.” England stared at him. France stared back, tapping a pen on a clipboard. “You do know you can talk, non? I am doing this out of the goodness of my heart.” Tap. Tap. Tap.
“You tied me up, you bloody wine-bastard! After knocking me out and dragging me here!” England flailed, or would have, if his hands hadn’t been securely tied to the arms of the chair. France ‘tutted’ at him.
“Such defensiveness. Perhaps because you have a secret? A sex secret~?” France asked suggestively.
“I-I do not, you daft frog! Why is everything about sex with you? Can’t it be something else?” France sighed dramatically, adjusting the (fake) glasses that made him look like a professional. After all, that is just what he was, a professional docteur de l’amour~!
“Angleterre, I have not seen you embroider this much since the Victorian Age, and God knows we
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Le Docteur de L'amour [1b/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 23:41:48 UTC
“And this does…what?”
“It turns me off, you perverted bastard! What else would it do?”
“You would be surprised the kinks people have,” France said with a lewd smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows. England made a truly disgusted face.
“Oh god, no! Though it wouldn’t surprise me if you did, you wine-freak.” France decided to ignore it in favor of addressing the task at hand.
“And I don’t suppose you could tell me why this turns you off?” England blinked at France, then decided to start flailing in anger.
“Are you deaf, you frog?! America as a cute little kid! I basically raised him from an innocent child, and now I’m buggering him like I’m a sex-depraved rabbit! Which he used to have a pet, oh god, I keep reminding myself even when I’m not having sex with him. I’m a cradle robber and a perverse dirty old man!” France blinked at England, who was breathing heavily, red faced after his rant.
“Well… That was oddly specific. Merci for the information.” He scribbled some more, and ended up drawing a bunny rabbit. It was obvious what England
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Le Docteur de L'amour [1c/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 23:45:03 UTC
So there was only one thing to do. The next few minutes consisted of France dragging England still tied to his chair, yelling and cursing down the hallway and pushing him into America’s room.
“There. Amerique should be here in the next hour or so. Sit tight, Angleterre~” France flirted, smirking evilly. England gave him a glare that possibly could have killed.
“Aren’t you going to strip me?” England said rather defiantly. France made a show of thinking about it, before leaning down into his face.
“No, I think I shall reserve that right to Amerique. After all, stripping one’s lover is the most sensual part of sex.” Watching England’s face go slack in shock, and then rearrange into lust made him smile in triumph.
“See, you are just like me. Au revoir, Angleterre!” And he was gone in a whirl of designer clothes, shutting the door behind him. Now, perhaps he shall go and see if he could push America in the right direction.
"...I basically raised him from an innocent child, and now I’m buggering him like I’m a sex-depraved rabbit! Which he used to have a pet, oh god, I keep reminding myself even when I’m not having sex with him. I’m a cradle robber and a perverse dirty old man!”
Teehee~...Oh England...
You anon have to be some sort of God to write so awesomely in such a short amount of time! Thanks so much for France on the side, he such a good nii-san!! You've thoroughly rocked my world like a hurricane and I hope to read more of your stuff!
Anyway, Anon would like to see England (Already in a relationship with America) suddenly, out of the blue, having that same sort of crisis and not being able to get those sweet 'n wholesome Chibi!Alfred images to scurry from his head everytime he's having sex with America. So while trying to get down and dirty with Alfred, those evilcute little "I wuv you fohever Iggy!" memories flash through his head.
Bonus: Everytime this happens, England makes a weird expression that America assumes is some messed up sort of sex-face.
Bonus: Alfred tries to use baby-talk on Arthur, who freaks out like nobody's business.
Bonus: Arthur is convinced he's a cradle robber and eases his guilt with manic!sewing/knittng to avoid sex with Alfred.
Bonus: Sex therapist France to the rescue ( ... )
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“So, mon patient, what seems to be the problem? Tell Docteur Bonnefoy eveeeeerything.” England stared at him. France stared back, tapping a pen on a clipboard. “You do know you can talk, non? I am doing this out of the goodness of my heart.” Tap. Tap. Tap.
“You tied me up, you bloody wine-bastard! After knocking me out and dragging me here!” England flailed, or would have, if his hands hadn’t been securely tied to the arms of the chair. France ‘tutted’ at him.
“Such defensiveness. Perhaps because you have a secret? A sex secret~?” France asked suggestively.
“I-I do not, you daft frog! Why is everything about sex with you? Can’t it be something else?” France sighed dramatically, adjusting the (fake) glasses that made him look like a professional. After all, that is just what he was, a professional docteur de l’amour~!
“Angleterre, I have not seen you embroider this much since the Victorian Age, and God knows we ( ... )
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“It turns me off, you perverted bastard! What else would it do?”
“You would be surprised the kinks people have,” France said with a lewd smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows. England made a truly disgusted face.
“Oh god, no! Though it wouldn’t surprise me if you did, you wine-freak.” France decided to ignore it in favor of addressing the task at hand.
“And I don’t suppose you could tell me why this turns you off?” England blinked at France, then decided to start flailing in anger.
“Are you deaf, you frog?! America as a cute little kid! I basically raised him from an innocent child, and now I’m buggering him like I’m a sex-depraved rabbit! Which he used to have a pet, oh god, I keep reminding myself even when I’m not having sex with him. I’m a cradle robber and a perverse dirty old man!” France blinked at England, who was breathing heavily, red faced after his rant.
“Well… That was oddly specific. Merci for the information.” He scribbled some more, and ended up drawing a bunny rabbit. It was obvious what England ( ... )
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“There. Amerique should be here in the next hour or so. Sit tight, Angleterre~” France flirted, smirking evilly. England gave him a glare that possibly could have killed.
“Aren’t you going to strip me?” England said rather defiantly. France made a show of thinking about it, before leaning down into his face.
“No, I think I shall reserve that right to Amerique. After all, stripping one’s lover is the most sensual part of sex.” Watching England’s face go slack in shock, and then rearrange into lust made him smile in triumph.
“See, you are just like me. Au revoir, Angleterre!” And he was gone in a whirl of designer clothes, shutting the door behind him. Now, perhaps he shall go and see if he could push America in the right direction.
After all, he was le docteur de l’amour!
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Translation notes:
mon patient: my patient
merci: thank ( ... )
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Teehee~...Oh England...
You anon have to be some sort of God to write so awesomely in such a short amount of time! Thanks so much for France on the side, he such a good nii-san!! You've thoroughly rocked my world like a hurricane and I hope to read more of your stuff!
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And ooo, what will France say to America? Can't wait for the next part~!
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