With a Cherry on top [1/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 03:55:00 UTC
Warnings: Fighting, use of food, rude behaviour, dominant England
It was a winter day when America called up England on the telephone and invited the older nation over to his house for a night of video games.
“Videogames?”
“Hell yeah. Get over here, England!”
That had been the conversation, and England could’ve told the younger nation that he was busy… really, he should’ve…But his ears had caught onto the slightly desperate and hope-filled undertone of America’s invitation. Like a sucker he’d caved and the next thing England knew he had shown up on America’s front steps huddled in his winter coat and waiting for the idiot to answer his door
( ... )
With a Cherry on top [2/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 03:56:42 UTC
“Ahh that was one awesome game run. Do you want to play again? I’ll let you have a few free hits this time.” America ‘offered’, turning his head to grin smugly at the former empire.
“Fuck it all.” The British nation fumed and tossed his controller onto the table, sinking back into the abused sofa with his arms crossed tightly. “No. No, thank you, America. I believe I’ve had enough for tonight.”
America watched him and shrugged, setting down his own controller as well. Immediately the blue-eyed nation grabbed up his huge dessert bowl, lifting it his face where he started spooning cool victory into his big mouth with gusto. “Suit yourself. You were losing pretty badly near the end there, so a break or two couldn’t hurt
( ... )
With a Cherry on top [3/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 03:59:23 UTC
“Too late now…” He laughed. “Whoa… this feels so… strange!”
UK heard something be knocked to the floor and his gaze turned downward to see USA’s belt hit the carpet near his argyle-sock clad foot. The idiot had removed it some hours ago when he’d claimed his pants were becoming too tight to finish his food.
Well now it was obvious he had lied. The bastard was probably just damn horny from his excessive victories and had been cloying for an opportunity to get off to his own ego the first chance it came along. Never even mind that he couldn’t hold off on exercising his sick whims until England left for the evening
( ... )
With a Cherry on top [4/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 04:01:20 UTC
A noise that sounded very much like a whimper escaped America’s lips, and England watched how the blue-eyed man’s chest was rising and falling deeply under his thin t-shirt
( ... )
US/UK 69. With whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles.
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It was a winter day when America called up England on the telephone and invited the older nation over to his house for a night of video games.
“Videogames?”
“Hell yeah. Get over here, England!”
That had been the conversation, and England could’ve told the younger nation that he was busy… really, he should’ve…But his ears had caught onto the slightly desperate and hope-filled undertone of America’s invitation. Like a sucker he’d caved and the next thing England knew he had shown up on America’s front steps huddled in his winter coat and waiting for the idiot to answer his door ( ... )
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“Fuck it all.” The British nation fumed and tossed his controller onto the table, sinking back into the abused sofa with his arms crossed tightly. “No. No, thank you, America. I believe I’ve had enough for tonight.”
America watched him and shrugged, setting down his own controller as well. Immediately the blue-eyed nation grabbed up his huge dessert bowl, lifting it his face where he started spooning cool victory into his big mouth with gusto. “Suit yourself. You were losing pretty badly near the end there, so a break or two couldn’t hurt ( ... )
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UK heard something be knocked to the floor and his gaze turned downward to see USA’s belt hit the carpet near his argyle-sock clad foot. The idiot had removed it some hours ago when he’d claimed his pants were becoming too tight to finish his food.
Well now it was obvious he had lied. The bastard was probably just damn horny from his excessive victories and had been cloying for an opportunity to get off to his own ego the first chance it came along. Never even mind that he couldn’t hold off on exercising his sick whims until England left for the evening ( ... )
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This is fabulous.
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