It was hot. Wait… that was an understatement. It was hotter than any place he’d ever been to before.
… And I’ve been nearly all over the world.
England winced as he walked out of the large entrance full of lights, glamour and tinted windows. Something that seemed to be an absolute necessity here in this desert where the sun seemed to be shining at such an intensity that it felt as if his skin would burn to a crisp cherry red, bleach the color from his hair, and leave him writhing on the ground, a dried out husk of his former self.
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1a/??) Cont.
anonymous
March 2 2010, 08:48:31 UTC
I hate word limits
America had planned the trip weeks in advance. Knowing England tended to prefer scenery over glitzy architecture, he made sure to get a hotel room that looked out to the western mountains, where the rock was painted orange, yellow and red. He read about the local restaurant ratings and where the best shows were at. And now, the evening he’d been hoping to spend having a fun time with his best friend and lover was dashed as he watched England make a beeline to the bathroom.
Throwing his keys and wallet to the bedside end table, America kicked off his shoes and listened to the sounds of a tinkling belt-buckle, the rustle of clothes and rushing water. Staring out the window for a moment, America let the sounds sink in before a smile slide into place.
Maybe this evening won’t be such a loss after all?
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Sorry for the shortness, I swear I’ll continue and fill both requests!!
In case anyone’s interested… the hotel their staying at is the Red Rock Hotel/Casino that overlooks Red Rock National Park.
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1b/??)
anonymous
March 2 2010, 19:45:58 UTC
America moved across the room to the bathroom where the gentle sloshing of water filled the air momentarily before a soft sigh replaced it. Curling his fingers around the door frame, America poked his head around the corner and stared. England lay in the tub; his eyes closed and head back against the lip of the porcelain tub. America toed his socks off before stepping into the bathroom, his toes curling slightly at the cold tile floor before they moved to the white shag rug at the tub. Moving around England’s clothes, America let himself stare a bit more, admiring England’s figure with a curl of hot pleasure before lowering himself to his knees. Leaning against the lip of the tub, America pushed forward and breathed across England’s neck.
Jerking to the side, England’s eyes flew open. Sighing, he curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
“America please- not tonight.”
Not giving up so easily, as America has easily persuaded England to change his mind in the past, he leaned forward and pressed an open-
( ... )
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1c/??)
anonymous
March 2 2010, 19:47:49 UTC
America headed to England’s luggage and carefully set the crystal on top of the dresser.
“In the third pocket… at the bottom.”
America rifled through the contents before withdrawing an old brown bottle. “Do I want to know how you managed to get this past airport security?”
“Be happy I considered to bring it, git.” England lay back onto the bed as America worked the cork off the bottle with a loud pop before pouring the contents into the crystal. “I’ve been saving that for quite some time.”
America set the bottle down on the end table beside England, staring at the blood red liquid for a moment before handing the glass over. “How old?”
Hesitating only for a moment, America sniffed the liquid, a sugary sweet tang scent, and took a sip. The liquid slid down his throat, leaving a pleasant burn behind.
“Older than you.”
England down the glass in a single gulp and reached for the bottle, pouring himself another.
“Older than me? Really?” America let his eyes linger on England’s body before moving them back to up his face. Swallowing
( ... )
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1d/??)
anonymous
March 2 2010, 20:35:39 UTC
“Wha-what is going on?? Why am I little? Why are you little??” America gasped while England dragged the bed sheet up and around his tiny frame. “Did you plan this? Is this some fantasy-“
“I did not!” England sputtered, his body shaking and turning red. “You think I want to be little again??”
“What the hell is that crap??” America rushed across the bed and grabbed the bottle, reading the label. “Wait… this isn’t even English. What is this stuff?”
“Let me see-“ England jerked the bottle away with a glare. “This is Gaelic… its… oh no.”
“Oh no?” America repeated. “Is that bad?”
England stared at the bottle, his green eyes wide and his skin turning sickly pale.
“I need my wand.”
“You need that thing?” America gawked at him. “Then get it and change us back!”
“My wand is back in England.”
America blinked and breathed in a deep breath. “What?”
England set the bottle in his lap and turned his gaze back to America.
“In order to change back, we have to go to England.”
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1d/??)
anonymous
March 2 2010, 22:16:48 UTC
OMFG YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASAKHSLHKKAH ANON!!! OP (of the changing back into kids request) is fucking THRILLED. HOT SEXY SENSUAL and then kids. *grinning from ear to ear* this is going to be epic, I love it so much. Please keep going anon!!!!
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2a/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:17:22 UTC
Thank you for the comments. Its awesome to know people that enjoy this :D
“The wand… is at your house? You brought this crap but left-“
“I didn’t bring it on purpose!” England snapped. “I keep my potions and alcohol in the same area.”
“That’s smart.”
“Well there’s no use in complaining about it now.” England set the bottle back to the bedside table, ignoring America’s comment. “We just have to fly back to my home and I’ll change us back.”
“Fly back- but our tickets were for adults! There’s no way they’d let us-“
“Of course I know about that! You invited Canada to this convention didn’t you? Call him.”
America brightened and dug through his pants pocket for his cell phone. Dialing his twin’s number, he waited for him to pick up.
“Allo? C’est de la part de qui?”
“…Francis?”
England, having made his way back to the tub where his clothes lay, stumbled out of the doorway, tripping over his baggy pants.
“Ah~ L'Amérique… So nice of you to call-“
In the background there was a loud gasp, but America cut it off.
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2b/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:19:14 UTC
“Stop your pouting! Right now we need to worry about how we’re going to get to my home, not about your future prospects of joining the mile high club.”
America picked his head up. “You think we-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Forget it.”
America frowned, the pout coming back in full force.
“Look-“ England picked America’s phone up. “We need someone to help us to get back home. Since most of the nations are most likely gone by now…” England glanced at the clock and found the time well past sundown. “Why don’t we ask one of your states?”
America shook his head. “No way.”
“Why not??” England dropped the phone and flung his hands in the air in anger, causing his pants and underwear to fall as one. He frantically jerked them back up, his face beet red, keeping one hand on the waistband of his pants. “They look old enough to pass as a guardian, don’t they?”
America, wisely, didn’t say anything about the accident. “I can’t ask my own kids for help. It’s embarrassing.”
“America…” England growled. “You have 50 of them! Surely one of them won’t mind!
( ... )
Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (2c/??)
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:21:16 UTC
Poking his head out, his blonde hair still slightly wet and messy from their earlier activities, England nodded back to America and rushed down the hall, trying his damndest not to trip and face-plant the carpet. America followed close behind as the two made their way to the elevators.
“Wait-!” America grabbed England’s shoulder. “Do you think it’s a good idea to use the elevator? I mean…what if someone joins on with us?”
“…If your implying that we take the stairs, then maybe you’ve forgotten that we’re on the 21st floor?” England growled, his pudgy cheeks, still holding the faint memory of baby fat, flushed in anger. “And if you think I’m walking down 20 flights of stairs dressed like this and barefoot-“
“Alright-alright! Geeze… take the elevator!” America jabbed the ‘down-arrow’ button and impatiently waited for the elevator to come. “I’m just trying to be careful-“
There was a loud ding, and the double doors opened. The elevator was empty, leaving the two tiny nations to sigh in relief as they shuffled in, America stumbling over a
( ... )
Filling these two requests: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=27962382#t27962382 and http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=29784334#t29784334
I hope OP’s don’t mind me combining these??
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It was hot. Wait… that was an understatement. It was hotter than any place he’d ever been to before.
… And I’ve been nearly all over the world.
England winced as he walked out of the large entrance full of lights, glamour and tinted windows. Something that seemed to be an absolute necessity here in this desert where the sun seemed to be shining at such an intensity that it felt as if his skin would burn to a crisp cherry red, bleach the color from his hair, and leave him writhing on the ground, a dried out husk of his former self.
“Remind me again why I’m in this ( ... )
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America had planned the trip weeks in advance. Knowing England tended to prefer scenery over glitzy architecture, he made sure to get a hotel room that looked out to the western mountains, where the rock was painted orange, yellow and red. He read about the local restaurant ratings and where the best shows were at. And now, the evening he’d been hoping to spend having a fun time with his best friend and lover was dashed as he watched England make a beeline to the bathroom.
Throwing his keys and wallet to the bedside end table, America kicked off his shoes and listened to the sounds of a tinkling belt-buckle, the rustle of clothes and rushing water. Staring out the window for a moment, America let the sounds sink in before a smile slide into place.
Maybe this evening won’t be such a loss after all?
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Sorry for the shortness, I swear I’ll continue and fill both requests!!
In case anyone’s interested… the hotel their staying at is the Red Rock Hotel/Casino that overlooks Red Rock National Park.
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(pouts with Alfred) Hopefully there be some lovin' in the hotel room eventually though.
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Jerking to the side, England’s eyes flew open. Sighing, he curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
“America please- not tonight.”
Not giving up so easily, as America has easily persuaded England to change his mind in the past, he leaned forward and pressed an open- ( ... )
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“In the third pocket… at the bottom.”
America rifled through the contents before withdrawing an old brown bottle. “Do I want to know how you managed to get this past airport security?”
“Be happy I considered to bring it, git.” England lay back onto the bed as America worked the cork off the bottle with a loud pop before pouring the contents into the crystal. “I’ve been saving that for quite some time.”
America set the bottle down on the end table beside England, staring at the blood red liquid for a moment before handing the glass over. “How old?”
Hesitating only for a moment, America sniffed the liquid, a sugary sweet tang scent, and took a sip. The liquid slid down his throat, leaving a pleasant burn behind.
“Older than you.”
England down the glass in a single gulp and reached for the bottle, pouring himself another.
“Older than me? Really?” America let his eyes linger on England’s body before moving them back to up his face. Swallowing ( ... )
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“I did not!” England sputtered, his body shaking and turning red. “You think I want to be little again??”
“What the hell is that crap??” America rushed across the bed and grabbed the bottle, reading the label. “Wait… this isn’t even English. What is this stuff?”
“Let me see-“ England jerked the bottle away with a glare. “This is Gaelic… its… oh no.”
“Oh no?” America repeated. “Is that bad?”
England stared at the bottle, his green eyes wide and his skin turning sickly pale.
“I need my wand.”
“You need that thing?” America gawked at him. “Then get it and change us back!”
“My wand is back in England.”
America blinked and breathed in a deep breath. “What?”
England set the bottle in his lap and turned his gaze back to America.
“In order to change back, we have to go to England.”
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Part 2 coming in the next day or so
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Good job, author!anon, can't wait to see your next update!
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Please keep going, writernon! This is so much fun!
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“The wand… is at your house? You brought this crap but left-“
“I didn’t bring it on purpose!” England snapped. “I keep my potions and alcohol in the same area.”
“That’s smart.”
“Well there’s no use in complaining about it now.” England set the bottle back to the bedside table, ignoring America’s comment. “We just have to fly back to my home and I’ll change us back.”
“Fly back- but our tickets were for adults! There’s no way they’d let us-“
“Of course I know about that! You invited Canada to this convention didn’t you? Call him.”
America brightened and dug through his pants pocket for his cell phone. Dialing his twin’s number, he waited for him to pick up.
“Allo? C’est de la part de qui?”
“…Francis?”
England, having made his way back to the tub where his clothes lay, stumbled out of the doorway, tripping over his baggy pants.
“Ah~ L'Amérique… So nice of you to call-“
In the background there was a loud gasp, but America cut it off.
“What are you doing ( ... )
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America picked his head up. “You think we-“
“No.”
“But-“
“Forget it.”
America frowned, the pout coming back in full force.
“Look-“ England picked America’s phone up. “We need someone to help us to get back home. Since most of the nations are most likely gone by now…” England glanced at the clock and found the time well past sundown. “Why don’t we ask one of your states?”
America shook his head. “No way.”
“Why not??” England dropped the phone and flung his hands in the air in anger, causing his pants and underwear to fall as one. He frantically jerked them back up, his face beet red, keeping one hand on the waistband of his pants. “They look old enough to pass as a guardian, don’t they?”
America, wisely, didn’t say anything about the accident. “I can’t ask my own kids for help. It’s embarrassing.”
“America…” England growled. “You have 50 of them! Surely one of them won’t mind! ( ... )
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“Wait-!” America grabbed England’s shoulder. “Do you think it’s a good idea to use the elevator? I mean…what if someone joins on with us?”
“…If your implying that we take the stairs, then maybe you’ve forgotten that we’re on the 21st floor?” England growled, his pudgy cheeks, still holding the faint memory of baby fat, flushed in anger. “And if you think I’m walking down 20 flights of stairs dressed like this and barefoot-“
“Alright-alright! Geeze… take the elevator!” America jabbed the ‘down-arrow’ button and impatiently waited for the elevator to come. “I’m just trying to be careful-“
There was a loud ding, and the double doors opened. The elevator was empty, leaving the two tiny nations to sigh in relief as they shuffled in, America stumbling over a ( ... )
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