The doujinshi I'm talking about can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/4075216.html (third one down). It's an AU with America and England as normal human brothers, and ends on the cliffhanger of America kissing England romantically. I'd really love to see a continuation of the story. Either angsty or fluffy is fine, but smut would definitely be preferred.
Brother 1a/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:15:30 UTC
Alfred was kissing him, running his tongue along Arthur's and Arthur was falling, falling backwards in his resistance. Arthur, who was making soft, incomprehensible noises against his mouth, hands pressed flat on his torso to push Alfred away. But Alfred was stronger, always had been, even when he was young, and instead wrapped his arms around tighter, pulling him closer, into his body as they fell forwards.
And then they were flat on the floor, and Alfred still had his thumb hooked in Arthur's mouth, pressing his tongue to his palate to steal the air from Arthur's throat. He couldn't - he didn't even know what he was doing except that it felt amazing and terrible, and god, what was he doing and he needed to stop because Arthur was... was not struggling anymore and that was somehow more frightening than when he was, because that meant he wasn't reciprocating either and he, he didn't know what to do and he should never have done this in the first place. And he had to. To stop.
Stop it stop it stopitstopitstopitAlfred pulled back in
( ... )
Brother 1b/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:16:16 UTC
He felt dizzy, frantic, a buzzing hot beneath his skin that set his hair on end, his nerves alive with electricity. He needed to stop and gather his bearings, just for a moment. Arthur wouldn't be chasing him anymore, anyway; Alfred was far faster than him. Arthur would be... would still be at home. Probably
( ... )
Brother 1c/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:17:04 UTC
And Alfred thought, if he just did it once. Got himself off once, it would be over. The dreams would slip into nothing, empty memories which he'd simply put off as 'teenager's sleep' as he grew up. But they didn't, no, they came back, over and over, and every time Alfred found himself looking at Arthur, bent over double to write a paper on his old oak desk or casting a smile in Alfred's direction as they nearly set the kitchen on fire again - every time, it made his insides curl and flip that this was Arthur and all he'd ever wanted was Arthur. The single constant in his life. The only person he had ever loved
( ... )
Brother 1d/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:17:40 UTC
He wiped his hand, still a little sticky, against the wall, wincing at the tangent of thoughts the action pulled him into. Alfred squeezed his eyes shut, quashing the memories with as much mental force as possible. No time to be thinking about... about that. That could come later. One. Step. At a time
( ... )
Brother 1e/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:18:33 UTC
"Dry yourself off," Francis sounded almost disdainful, and even if he couldn't see his face, Alfred could imagine the set of his jaw. It wasn't an expression he often saw on Francis' face, but the few times he had, they were never good times.
Alfred nodded mutely in response and rubbed half-heartedly at his scalp, looking down at his feet in an attempt to escape the inevitable. An awkwardness settled between them, and Alfred could feel Francis' stare burning into the side of his face. It felt weirdly lacking without Arthur's presence. Hell, Francis wasn't Francis without Arthur screeching profanities at him
( ... )
Brother 1f/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:19:24 UTC
Arthur moved agitatedly from foot to foot, brow creased in worry. "I, I really need to talk to him- he just ran out, Francis! I don't know where he's gone!"
It was, somehow, far more disquieting when Arthur seemed so close to tears, his voice breaking mid-sentence, instead of shouting. And Francis knew he was going to regret what he was about to do - to say, because if Arthur did not like him before, this would most likely seal the nail in the coffin.
"I cannot help, mon ami," Francis gave a fake sigh of disinterest, waving his hand in the air. "He is a teenager. These things happen."
The expression on Arthur's face was one of puppy-dog fear - but melted, just as quickly, into unbridled rage.
"You cunt," Arthur hissed through his teeth, fists clenched at his sides and shaking; in fear or anger, Francis couldn't tell. He told himself it was anger. "You massive twat, how the fuck can you say that?! I can't fucking believe you
( ... )
Brother 1g/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 03:20:06 UTC
"I don't need help," Alfred blurted out. "I just need- need to stay here for a while. Like, a day."
Just a day, was all. One. Day. (His mind was asking, then what? Alfred didn't answer.)
Francis looked exceedingly doubtful. "I would prefer to know why I have to play guest with my friend's little brother, but..."
Francis trailed off, tangent unfinished, and glanced at the clock.
"... It is late," he said wearily, standing and brushing non-existent dirt from his knees. "And you must be tired from all of today's... excitement. There is a spare bedroom beside mine."
Alfred nodded, muttering a 'thank you' under his breath (that Francis either ignored or didn't hear), as he padded across the room. He was barely out of the door when Francis spoke:
"Alfred?"
"... yes?"
"Do not think we are done talking about this," Francis' tone was absolute. "If I don't find out from you, I will find out from Arthur. Understand?"
"..."
"You will find bedclothes in the top drawer. Goodnight."
Re: Brother 1g/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 04:59:05 UTC
You know, normally I wouldn't be interested in this kind of plot; I only read the doujinshi for the gorgeous art, I have to admit. So, I nearly passed this by; I'm really glad I gave it a chance, because your writing is genuinely excellent. I was drawn into the story right away, and because you did a great job of pulling the reader into Alfred's emotions and confusion and turmoil, I wasn't even squicked for a second. I didn't even think about the incest taboo, really, except as necessary when reading the story; normally, I'd be cringing about it the whole way through, honestly.
Strangely enough, I also really enjoyed Francis' interactions with both brothers; I felt kind of bad for the situation he was being put in, but I also really respected him for giving Alfred the benefit of the doubt and not immediately telling Arthur where his brother was. It takes a good man to risk one of his best? friendships to protect a lesser friend (Alfred). His reaction to Alfred's fear is spot on, and you can tell he's a good man here; but he's
( ... )
Re: Brother 1g/?
anonymous
February 22 2010, 20:58:53 UTC
so lovely! i love assertive! alfred with a bit of insecureness. and arthur...i love to see him act so flustered and angry and unfff. i love you already anon. <33 looking forward to more! ♥♥
Oh wow, I didn't think anyone was going to take this prompt! This is fabulous so far, and I can't wait to see it continue. I love how you brought Francis into it - the poor boys need someone else outside this mess to help them out. And you did a great job showing us how Alfred is feeling, while leaving Arthur's response more unclear. Can't wait for more! ♥
The doujinshi I'm talking about can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/4075216.html (third one down). It's an AU with America and England as normal human brothers, and ends on the cliffhanger of America kissing England romantically. I'd really love to see a continuation of the story. Either angsty or fluffy is fine, but smut would definitely be preferred.
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And then they were flat on the floor, and Alfred still had his thumb hooked in Arthur's mouth, pressing his tongue to his palate to steal the air from Arthur's throat. He couldn't - he didn't even know what he was doing except that it felt amazing and terrible, and god, what was he doing and he needed to stop because Arthur was... was not struggling anymore and that was somehow more frightening than when he was, because that meant he wasn't reciprocating either and he, he didn't know what to do and he should never have done this in the first place. And he had to. To stop.
Stop it stop it stopitstopitstopitAlfred pulled back in ( ... )
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Alfred nodded mutely in response and rubbed half-heartedly at his scalp, looking down at his feet in an attempt to escape the inevitable. An awkwardness settled between them, and Alfred could feel Francis' stare burning into the side of his face. It felt weirdly lacking without Arthur's presence. Hell, Francis wasn't Francis without Arthur screeching profanities at him ( ... )
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It was, somehow, far more disquieting when Arthur seemed so close to tears, his voice breaking mid-sentence, instead of shouting. And Francis knew he was going to regret what he was about to do - to say, because if Arthur did not like him before, this would most likely seal the nail in the coffin.
"I cannot help, mon ami," Francis gave a fake sigh of disinterest, waving his hand in the air. "He is a teenager. These things happen."
The expression on Arthur's face was one of puppy-dog fear - but melted, just as quickly, into unbridled rage.
"You cunt," Arthur hissed through his teeth, fists clenched at his sides and shaking; in fear or anger, Francis couldn't tell. He told himself it was anger. "You massive twat, how the fuck can you say that?! I can't fucking believe you ( ... )
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Just a day, was all. One. Day. (His mind was asking, then what? Alfred didn't answer.)
Francis looked exceedingly doubtful. "I would prefer to know why I have to play guest with my friend's little brother, but..."
Francis trailed off, tangent unfinished, and glanced at the clock.
"... It is late," he said wearily, standing and brushing non-existent dirt from his knees. "And you must be tired from all of today's... excitement. There is a spare bedroom beside mine."
Alfred nodded, muttering a 'thank you' under his breath (that Francis either ignored or didn't hear), as he padded across the room. He was barely out of the door when Francis spoke:
"Alfred?"
"... yes?"
"Do not think we are done talking about this," Francis' tone was absolute. "If I don't find out from you, I will find out from Arthur. Understand?"
"..."
"You will find bedclothes in the top drawer. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Francis."
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Nice amount of angst and mood. I can't wait to see how you take this. :D
*bookmarks*
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Your writing seems so familiar for some reason
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Strangely enough, I also really enjoyed Francis' interactions with both brothers; I felt kind of bad for the situation he was being put in, but I also really respected him for giving Alfred the benefit of the doubt and not immediately telling Arthur where his brother was. It takes a good man to risk one of his best? friendships to protect a lesser friend (Alfred). His reaction to Alfred's fear is spot on, and you can tell he's a good man here; but he's ( ... )
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Here's hoping you update soon~!
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