"So how long do you think it will take for Germany to get disgusted and dismiss us?" America asked. "Because this barista was seriously eye-fucking me this morning, so I was like, let's go back to my place and discuss Puerto Rican statehood, and she was all let's talk tonight, I have to finish my shift, and-"
"Please stop," Russia said.
"But I-"
"If nothing happens in thirty minutes, I will start trying to annex someone," Russia said. "Deal?"
America clapped his shoulder. "You're the best, man. I'll make sure to mention Alaska's contributions to the Union."
Russia sighed and opened the door to the G8 conference room. "All I ever wanted."
* * *
Prussia hated these meetings.
Fucking West. Fucking West, with his little hints about letting him take care of the business of the country, and fucking France laughing up his frilly sleeve and talking about how
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(I guess this should have a title right) Zugunruhe (2/3)
anonymous
January 13 2010, 06:41:48 UTC
Prussia went up on the balls of his feet and slid his hips over the edge of the table. He wriggled back until he could wedge a heel on the surface and slid himself back further until he was sprawled across their papers and binders and plastic CD cases, all leather boots and sharp elbows and hair so pale it glared under the fluorescents. (France helped move the important papers out of his way, much to England's disgust.)
Prussia reclined on one elbow and snapped his fingers in front of Canada's face. "You. Little France." Canada jumped and raised his eyes from Prussia's groin, where all the wriggling had inched the zipper down. "Lubricant. We're not doing this GDR style. And it better not be coconut, that shit gives me hives."
"You know who I am?" Canada clasped his hands. America rolled his eyes.
Prussia leaned towards Canada a little and winked. "Always had an eye for personnel, kid. Now where's my-" A little plastic tube smacked into his palm. "-Maple. Huh." He shrugged and set it down by his hip.
Re: (I guess this should have a title right) Zugunruhe (2/3)
anonymous
January 16 2010, 02:55:25 UTC
MOARRRRRRRRRRRRRR This is fucking awesome. It started awesome to begin with, with America and Russia's conversation and deal (since when so friendly, guys?XD) and went sidehill from then on. Russia bitching about Prussia was TEH SHIT, and Prussia goading him with being fucked by America was hot , which I didn't expect to find on this fill.
Canada buried his face in his hands, doing that huff-snort laughter that even nations do when they know they shouldn't be laughing. His curl shook inches from Prussia's groin. "Oh my God, Alfred, your face-" This entire paragraph is so brilliantly ridiculous I couldn't find myself to cut it anywhereXD
"Angleterre, if you stop this, there will be no sex until William is king."
Zugunruhe (3a/3)
anonymous
January 26 2010, 06:37:18 UTC
“The Cold War was a conflict of ideologies!” America shouted. “Ideologies! Why are Europeans so sick?”
“Most of us manage to discuss ideologies with our trousers on,” France said.
“This from the man who refers to his todger as the Norman Invasion,” commented England, somewhat muffled by the hand that still veiled his face.
“Only because they both left such a profound impact on your culture, you inbred little savage.”
“I recall my fist left a profound impact on your where the fucking hell did he get that pipe?” England jerked upright like a marionette with a string caught on the puppeteer's elbow.
The faucet hit the table next to Prussia's ear, and he scrambled sideways, yanking at his waistband. Papers slid into other papers while Germany tried to grab all of them at once. Russia lifted the pipe for another swing.
Prussia grabbed Canada's shoulder and used it to shove himself up, knife opening, snick, in his hand. He danced back when Russia swung again, the pipe coming so close it clicked as it hit a button, and Prussia
( ... )
Re: Zugunruhe (3a/3)
anonymous
January 26 2010, 08:28:49 UTC
I... I... I think I love you, anon. Marry me? Please? I'll take good care of you for ever and ever. And also, I think I just busted my gut. Oww, fuck. But this was so GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!! F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5
Zugunruhe (3b/3) THE END
anonymous
January 26 2010, 06:39:44 UTC
"You do it,” the Prime Minister of Canada said.
“No, no, I insist.” The President of the Russian Federation made hand-flapping gestures, no really, I couldn't possibly.
Neither moved. They looked at the door. From inside there was the sound of glass breaking, then a voice screaming for order.
“Putin would have opened the door,” Harper said.
“I am so sick of hearing about what Putin would do,” Medvedev said. He scrunched up his face and made quotations with his fingers. “Putin has song about him, Putin shoots tiger, Putin has black belt, Putin takes off shirt and poses on beach. Any other country be glad to have me as leader.” He thumped his chest. “When is last time I assassinate journalist
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"So how long do you think it will take for Germany to get disgusted and dismiss us?" America asked. "Because this barista was seriously eye-fucking me this morning, so I was like, let's go back to my place and discuss Puerto Rican statehood, and she was all let's talk tonight, I have to finish my shift, and-"
"Please stop," Russia said.
"But I-"
"If nothing happens in thirty minutes, I will start trying to annex someone," Russia said. "Deal?"
America clapped his shoulder. "You're the best, man. I'll make sure to mention Alaska's contributions to the Union."
Russia sighed and opened the door to the G8 conference room. "All I ever wanted."
* * *
Prussia hated these meetings.
Fucking West. Fucking West, with his little hints about letting him take care of the business of the country, and fucking France laughing up his frilly sleeve and talking about how ( ... )
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Everything from the "if nothing happens in thirty minutes" to the "until William is king" to the "PANTS OFF". I love it.
Looking forward to the second half~
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I-i-i don't know what to say... This has just blown me away!
lol that ryhmed?
I can't wait till the next part!
But god, I wish you could write more and more of this instead of ending it on 2/2
Your.. your.... just EVERYTHING in this is amazing!
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Prussia reclined on one elbow and snapped his fingers in front of Canada's face. "You. Little France." Canada jumped and raised his eyes from Prussia's groin, where all the wriggling had inched the zipper down. "Lubricant. We're not doing this GDR style. And it better not be coconut, that shit gives me hives."
"You know who I am?" Canada clasped his hands. America rolled his eyes.
Prussia leaned towards Canada a little and winked. "Always had an eye for personnel, kid. Now where's my-" A little plastic tube smacked into his palm. "-Maple. Huh." He shrugged and set it down by his hip.
"Why do you have that," America ( ... )
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MORE I SAY! MOREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mein Gott.... this story is so hot <3
I never want it to end ;;A;;
F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5
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This is beyond awesome, author!anon, waaaay beyond
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This is fucking awesome. It started awesome to begin with, with America and Russia's conversation and deal (since when so friendly, guys?XD) and went sidehill from then on. Russia bitching about Prussia was TEH SHIT, and Prussia goading him with being fucked by America was hot , which I didn't expect to find on this fill.
Canada buried his face in his hands, doing that huff-snort laughter that even nations do when they know they shouldn't be laughing. His curl shook inches from Prussia's groin. "Oh my God, Alfred, your face-"
This entire paragraph is so brilliantly ridiculous I couldn't find myself to cut it anywhereXD
"Angleterre, if you stop this, there will be no sex until William is king."
BEST LINE IN THE HISTORY OF LINES. EVER
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Still F5ing with dedication. So good~
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“Most of us manage to discuss ideologies with our trousers on,” France said.
“This from the man who refers to his todger as the Norman Invasion,” commented England, somewhat muffled by the hand that still veiled his face.
“Only because they both left such a profound impact on your culture, you inbred little savage.”
“I recall my fist left a profound impact on your where the fucking hell did he get that pipe?” England jerked upright like a marionette with a string caught on the puppeteer's elbow.
The faucet hit the table next to Prussia's ear, and he scrambled sideways, yanking at his waistband. Papers slid into other papers while Germany tried to grab all of them at once. Russia lifted the pipe for another swing.
Prussia grabbed Canada's shoulder and used it to shove himself up, knife opening, snick, in his hand. He danced back when Russia swung again, the pipe coming so close it clicked as it hit a button, and Prussia ( ... )
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“No, no, I insist.” The President of the Russian Federation made hand-flapping gestures, no really, I couldn't possibly.
Neither moved. They looked at the door. From inside there was the sound of glass breaking, then a voice screaming for order.
“Putin would have opened the door,” Harper said.
“I am so sick of hearing about what Putin would do,” Medvedev said. He scrunched up his face and made quotations with his fingers. “Putin has song about him, Putin shoots tiger, Putin has black belt, Putin takes off shirt and poses on beach. Any other country be glad to have me as leader.” He thumped his chest. “When is last time I assassinate journalist ( ... )
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Oh God England. And America. And Russia. And Prussia. OH GOD MEDVEDEV AND HARPER
recaptcha: presque clearly. Exactly. Exactly...
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And I can SO see Prussia giving Russia grief while in the USSR...Pink hair XD
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