Re: England has a wet dream about America
anonymous
January 7 2010, 17:52:56 UTC
OMG I soooo want this!!! *3* I would write it myself if it wasn't for that other anon beating me to it >< lol (this doesn't mean that I'm not looking forward to the fill though :D )
Notes [1/?]
anonymous
January 24 2010, 20:55:35 UTC
OMG. I am sooooooooooo sorry! This took forever, but now I've started it! ------------- It’s a well-known fact that the mind works in strange ways. England was cursing that as he stepped into the meeting room this morning, and America was waiting for him. Since when was America here before him? When he had incentive to be here first to catch England. When the idiot was being needlessly and sweetly worried about him
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Notes [1b/?]
anonymous
January 24 2010, 20:59:14 UTC
That's part a up there.
---------- He slid it over to America and focused once again on the meeting. It didn’t last long, as the note was being slid back to him, this time right underneath his hand. He looked at it.
Then, what the hell was with the hand thing? Do you like me…like that? He could feel the uncertainty at the end of the question. Since when was America uncertain about anything? Since now, he answered to himself. But what to write? He could deny it… but did he really want to?
Yes, he wrote simply and passed the note back. He wanted to bury his head in his hands and groan, but he had to look normal. He decided to sneak a glance at America, who was busy scribbling, tongue stuck between his teeth. England choked on the thought of America’s tongue between his teeth, and licking his body, and then wrapped around his co- Okay, this needed to stop.
Until the note came back to him, this time almost thrown. Why didn’t you ever say anything before? I like you too. A lot, actually. Maybe even…love. Y’know?England sat perfectly
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Bonus if:
1)England runs out of the middle of a meeting because he can't stop imagining it.
2)America confronts England about it.
If smexytimes ensue please have Arthur the uke. That is all.
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Give me a day or two, anon. And you shall have your fill.
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It’s a well-known fact that the mind works in strange ways. England was cursing that as he stepped into the meeting room this morning, and America was waiting for him. Since when was America here before him? When he had incentive to be here first to catch England. When the idiot was being needlessly and sweetly worried about him ( ... )
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He slid it over to America and focused once again on the meeting. It didn’t last long, as the note was being slid back to him, this time right underneath his hand. He looked at it.
Then, what the hell was with the hand thing? Do you like me…like that? He could feel the uncertainty at the end of the question. Since when was America uncertain about anything? Since now, he answered to himself. But what to write? He could deny it… but did he really want to?
Yes, he wrote simply and passed the note back. He wanted to bury his head in his hands and groan, but he had to look normal. He decided to sneak a glance at America, who was busy scribbling, tongue stuck between his teeth. England choked on the thought of America’s tongue between his teeth, and licking his body, and then wrapped around his co- Okay, this needed to stop.
Until the note came back to him, this time almost thrown. Why didn’t you ever say anything before? I like you too. A lot, actually. Maybe even…love. Y’know?England sat perfectly ( ... )
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reCaptcha: and dumbness ....thats mean D:
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I love those notes.
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Please continue (when you can)! This fic is very sweet! I've enjoyed the taste that you have treated us to so far very much!
~ Reader!anon
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