Parts 1-4 here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=19872984#t19872984Dinner had passed by in a blur of candlelight, food, and laughter. France had brought his own wine - a rich red that made America’s head spin after just one glass. The others helped themselves to it liberally, especially Spain who grew more animated as the night passed. If France was anything, he was a gracious host, and he made sure no one’s glass stayed empty long. As the night wore on, the candles grew shorter, the scent of melted beeswax joining the savory and spicy odors of the meal. Prussia gnawed at the leg of a lamb with gusto, only relinquishing it when the servants began to clear away the plates
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Re: Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 5/?
anonymous
March 15 2010, 13:05:53 UTC
France dropped his hand, something like approval glimmering in his eyes. He led the way out of the dining room, Prussia ushering America after him and Spain taking up the rear. His home in this part of the New World was a far cry from the palaces of his own cities, but he had seen fit to have a small room added off of the left wing to serve as a chapel. It was rather sparsely furnished by his standards, but much more elegantly than the little churches and meeting rooms that dotted the colonies. The stained glass had been imported all the way from Italy. The benches and altar had been carved by colonial craftsmen, but the Bible itself was from Europe, as were the candlesticks, the censor, and the crucifixes and icons. As for the holy man, well, Spain had seen to that
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Re: Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 5/?
anonymous
March 15 2010, 13:13:04 UTC
Notes: Fuck, I missed part of the end of part 4 -- here! Enjoy it!
America beamed. That had been easier than dumping tea into Boston Harbor, and sure to get under England’s collar just as badly. He turned to France, near-bursting with a thousand questions and ideas. Visions of blockades and sieges danced in his head, along with plans for new trade routes and cultural exchanges once the war was over and won.
Too bad that just then Spain tugged him backwards, away from his new ally.
“Just a minute!” America exclaimed, “What - wait a moment! What-?”
France chuckled and blew him a kiss from where he stood at the alter. Beside him, Prussia wraggled his eyebrows. “Just go with Spain for now mon lapin. We will see each other soon enough
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Re: Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 5/?
anonymous
March 15 2010, 15:33:58 UTC
Anon, I didn't even know I needed this in my life and here it is. I'm enjoying your attention to detail and characterization especially. America! Ben Franklin! Prussia being Prussia but still acting his age! America's thoughts and the bits about the Queen! And I'm actually looking forward to reading more France scenes for once. More please! Er, when it's convenient for anon, of course... orz
ReCaptcha says: wants cleaner Holy shi- Gollum? In this kinkmeme? O_O He's totally a France/America shipper
Re: Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 5/?
anonymous
March 15 2010, 17:50:08 UTC
*flails*
This...oh this...I was hoping against hope that this would resurface someday and not just disappear as so many other fics have...and now here it is and it is still so, so wonderful.
I adore all the characterizations you've set up here and poor confused, innocent America...so adorable.
Love, Love, Love and can't wait to see where this is headed next!
Re: Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 5/?
anonymous
March 16 2010, 02:08:06 UTC
OMG. \;;A;;/ You should have seeeeen my face when I noticed the comment at the fill list. I had thought for SURE that you had abandoned this. Thank you so much for continuing!
.... Oh my god, priest!Romano. Is. So much. Pure. Win.
Nations as trade items - France/America (Dowry) - 6/?
anonymous
April 28 2010, 13:47:10 UTC
Notes Author-anon wants to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter of this. I had no idea so many of you were enjoying it so much! Honestly, it blew me away, as I worry a great deal about the quality of my writing. It was incredibly encouraging to hear from all of you! I only hope the next chapters will be as well received.
Here`s your warnings for this next chapter: There be smut! Also, the influence from the Marie Antoinette movie continues (specifically, the bedroom scene); after official weddings, the tradition in France was for certain people with the `right of entry` to accompany the bride and bridegroom to their bedroom and, well, tuck them in as it were.Feeling quite thoroughly molested, America stumbled nervously into the bed-chamber. Spain had insisted on a good scrubbing, which apparently meant his help was required. America didn’t think he’d been this clean since he and Canada had gotten a little too excited about making maple syrup and spilled a vat of the sticky stuff all over them. England had spent so
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France/America (Dowry) - 6/? CON`T
anonymous
April 28 2010, 13:50:37 UTC
“See you in the morning,” chirped Spain, tossing something small to France who caught it easily.
“Yeah,” Prussia added, butting in. “And don’t be too late or I’m eating all of your breakfast and starting this war without the both of you.”
He clasped Spain on the shoulder and they both exited. Incredibly relived that they weren’t staying for - for whatever, America sat up slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
France too sat up, unmindful of the covers that slipped to his waist. Whatever he’d caught from Spain had been palmed and tucked somewhere. “Do you understand what happens next cher?” he murmured, not unkindly
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France/America (Dowry) - 6/? CON`T 2
anonymous
April 28 2010, 13:53:15 UTC
The gentle waves of pleasure seemed to bear him away like a ship, but France`s mouth on his neck dragged him back suddenly. He gasped at the warm, wet suction, hips rocking up. France`s groin pulsed hot and heavy against his thigh, and America flushed as he felt an echoing surge through his own body. When France`s teeth closed down, he groaned out loud, surprised by how beyond his conscious control his own actions were
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France/America (Dowry) - 6/? CON`T 3
anonymous
April 28 2010, 13:54:10 UTC
“There, there, mon petit lapin,” France cooed down at him, pulling his fingers all the way out at last. America`s eyes flickered open at the words to see France stroking himself. America swallowed, unable to look away. It took on a glossy shine as the oil coated it, and he wondered about what was coming next
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Re: France/America (Dowry) - 6/? CON`T 3
anonymous
April 28 2010, 15:23:32 UTC
How did I discover this just now? I LOVE IT <3333 The prompt corresponds with my headcanon rather nicely, but the way you wrote it sold me in. I keep chuckling every time you mention the contrasting rage of John Adams and mischievousness of Ben Franklin. Moar Founding Fathers, please! I keep picturing the 1776 cast doing this and I can't help laughingXD
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Re: France/America (Dowry) - 6/? CON`T 3
anonymous
April 28 2010, 20:36:03 UTC
I'm so glad you updated this. I was following it, and got worried that perhaps you had abandoned it. This new update was TOTALLY WORTH THE WAIT!! Wow, that was hot! I think I love young, inexperienced (but feisty) America with sophisticated and powerful France. Nice job, anon!
Parts 1-4 here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10456.html?thread=19872984#t19872984Dinner had passed by in a blur of candlelight, food, and laughter. France had brought his own wine - a rich red that made America’s head spin after just one glass. The others helped themselves to it liberally, especially Spain who grew more animated as the night passed. If France was anything, he was a gracious host, and he made sure no one’s glass stayed empty long. As the night wore on, the candles grew shorter, the scent of melted beeswax joining the savory and spicy odors of the meal. Prussia gnawed at the leg of a lamb with gusto, only relinquishing it when the servants began to clear away the plates ( ... )
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America beamed. That had been easier than dumping tea into Boston Harbor, and sure to get under England’s collar just as badly. He turned to France, near-bursting with a thousand questions and ideas. Visions of blockades and sieges danced in his head, along with plans for new trade routes and cultural exchanges once the war was over and won.
Too bad that just then Spain tugged him backwards, away from his new ally.
“Just a minute!” America exclaimed, “What - wait a moment! What-?”
France chuckled and blew him a kiss from where he stood at the alter. Beside him, Prussia wraggled his eyebrows. “Just go with Spain for now mon lapin. We will see each other soon enough ( ... )
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ReCaptcha says: wants cleaner
Holy shi- Gollum? In this kinkmeme? O_O He's totally a France/America shipper
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This...oh this...I was hoping against hope that this would resurface someday and not just disappear as so many other fics have...and now here it is and it is still so, so wonderful.
I adore all the characterizations you've set up here and poor confused, innocent America...so adorable.
Love, Love, Love and can't wait to see where this is headed next!
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*deep breath* SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OmigoshIcan'tbelieveitIlovethisstorysosomuchandEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
It's back it's back IT'S BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
*ahem*
And that's all I have to say.
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.... Oh my god, priest!Romano. Is. So much. Pure. Win.
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Here`s your warnings for this next chapter: There be smut! Also, the influence from the Marie Antoinette movie continues (specifically, the bedroom scene); after official weddings, the tradition in France was for certain people with the `right of entry` to accompany the bride and bridegroom to their bedroom and, well, tuck them in as it were.Feeling quite thoroughly molested, America stumbled nervously into the bed-chamber. Spain had insisted on a good scrubbing, which apparently meant his help was required. America didn’t think he’d been this clean since he and Canada had gotten a little too excited about making maple syrup and spilled a vat of the sticky stuff all over them. England had spent so ( ... )
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“Yeah,” Prussia added, butting in. “And don’t be too late or I’m eating all of your breakfast and starting this war without the both of you.”
He clasped Spain on the shoulder and they both exited. Incredibly relived that they weren’t staying for - for whatever, America sat up slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
France too sat up, unmindful of the covers that slipped to his waist. Whatever he’d caught from Spain had been palmed and tucked somewhere. “Do you understand what happens next cher?” he murmured, not unkindly ( ... )
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“There, there, mon petit lapin,” France cooed down at him, pulling his fingers all the way out at last. America`s eyes flickered open at the words to see France stroking himself. America swallowed, unable to look away. It took on a glossy shine as the oil coated it, and he wondered about what was coming next ( ... )
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Oh gods...oh gods that was hot and sweet and just...perfect.
Guh!
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The prompt corresponds with my headcanon rather nicely, but the way you wrote it sold me in. I keep chuckling every time you mention the contrasting rage of John Adams and mischievousness of Ben Franklin. Moar Founding Fathers, please! I keep picturing the 1776 cast doing this and I can't help laughingXD ( ... )
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