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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France/America (Dowry) - 7/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 08:01:38 UTC
America awoke the next morning with a feeling of contentment usually associated with cats who have been into the cream. He was sore, and he felt it when he stretched, but it was a pleasant soreness, like that after a healthy bout of exercise. Which, he thought with a smile, he supposed he`d had. Beside him, France snored away - not loudly, but soft, breathy snores that caused the smile on his face grow. He sat up, watching entranced for a few moments before finally sliding his feet off the side of the bed
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France/America (Dowry) - 7/? CON`T
anonymous
May 2 2010, 08:11:20 UTC
He closed the book with a snap, startling America who had been spell-bound at his words.
“I - I want to hear more,” America demanded, his cheeks flushed.
“In time,” France assured him, setting the book to the side. He tugged on America`s wrists and used the leverage to roll them over onto the mattress. America blinked, his eyelashes fluttering a moment as he reached up to tentatively finger a strand of loose, wavy hair. France grinned down at him. “But how am I to resist you when your eyes shine like that?”
Embarrassed, America looked away. Remembering the threat from last night, he chewed on his bottom lip worriedly. “Prussia said he would eat our breakfast if we were late.”
“And start the war without us. Yes, I know.” France tugged off America`s nightshirt and tossed it off to the side anyways. “Should it come to that, I promise I personally will prepare you the very best breakfast you`ve ever had.”
~~End Part 7~~
Notes: Sorry this part was so short! Consider it an interlude until the next? Following parts
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Re: France/America (Dowry) - 7/? CON`T
anonymous
May 2 2010, 16:52:49 UTC
I love this fic so much <3 Now you have Rousseau and Locke! Curiously, I've never seen those two brought up in any fic before, which is weird, as the fic notes prove. America was lovely, being entranced, flushed and with bright eyes, when he hears their theories. How could France resist that, of course? I feel a bit cheated that we didn't get the sexytiems in detail, though *pout*
I like that America woke up feeling so great and loving. Great fic, hoping for a quick update! ^^
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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“I - I want to hear more,” America demanded, his cheeks flushed.
“In time,” France assured him, setting the book to the side. He tugged on America`s wrists and used the leverage to roll them over onto the mattress. America blinked, his eyelashes fluttering a moment as he reached up to tentatively finger a strand of loose, wavy hair. France grinned down at him. “But how am I to resist you when your eyes shine like that?”
Embarrassed, America looked away. Remembering the threat from last night, he chewed on his bottom lip worriedly. “Prussia said he would eat our breakfast if we were late.”
“And start the war without us. Yes, I know.” France tugged off America`s nightshirt and tossed it off to the side anyways. “Should it come to that, I promise I personally will prepare you the very best breakfast you`ve ever had.”
~~End Part 7~~
Notes: Sorry this part was so short! Consider it an interlude until the next? Following parts ( ... )
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Now you have Rousseau and Locke! Curiously, I've never seen those two brought up in any fic before, which is weird, as the fic notes prove. America was lovely, being entranced, flushed and with bright eyes, when he hears their theories. How could France resist that, of course? I feel a bit cheated that we didn't get the sexytiems in detail, though *pout*
I like that America woke up feeling so great and loving. Great fic, hoping for a quick update! ^^
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Looking forward to the next part!
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