Because of the terrorist threat, the US starts stationing more and more troops in the UK, as a security measure. He also starts trying to isolate him from the rest of the EU...the UK starts to suspect that he's being secretly annexed, but the US seems so innocent. Also, the US starts beating the UK up 'accidentally' and rapes him, afterwards convincing him it was his fault for sending 'mixed signals'. How it ends, up to you.
derp derp! Just some boring notes for boringness. warning: dub-con/non-con as requested! This may contain uncomfortable concepts and themes that may be handled indelicately, and messages that may be problematic! But it is all in the request. Other than that, I hope you like it!
1.When Alfred walked into the world meeting, he had a slightly deranged look in his eyes and a shit-eating grin on his face. His arm was held cockily at an angle, the final days of his cast finally wearing off. If he stretched his grin too far, his missing teeth became apparent; the bruises on his face were finally fading, the violent purpling receding to blemishes
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anonymous
February 2 2011, 10:07:16 UTC
dear anon！ I know it's probably a little late to ask but I really appreciate this wonderful story that I want to ask for your permission of translating it! Since I don't know who you are I don't know if you will see this or not...Wish myself good luck! Waiting for your answer~
2.He called him “Arty” as a pet name, and Arthur didn’t mind much. It made him sound like a deluded man who wanted to become a child, but when Alfred put his arms around his waist and buried his face into the tender areas of his neck, he couldn’t refuse. Nantucket wiggled around his ear as the soup boiled, a mess of potatoes and carrots and lettuce
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3.The troops were stationed. Arthur felt slightly uneasy as he watched the men land on their planes, but the secret whispered in his belly, and he only sighed and complained like usual, about their manners, his resources, the lack of appreciation for his food
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derp derp correct title now! so smooth.“Al-“ He stumbled backwards, almost into the closet, as he looked up at the dark form. He wished he had turned on the lights in that hallway of the house, but it only held the cleaning materials and he hadn’t thought he would need them, and the electricity bill and all
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“Oh, fuck,” Alfred said, as if he had woken up. The haunted look faded from his face, replaced by concern and worry. “Oh, I’m sorry, Arty, it was an accident-I didn’t even notice-“ He reached out and suddenly, he was hugging Arthur, cradling his head against his chest and gripping his head with more force than was necessary. Arthur breathed shallowly, nostrils flaring from pain, but he didn’t dare emit a sound even when his fingers were pressed on Alfred’s chest
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5.Nobody had noticed, because he wore gloves, and though they fitted awkwardly over his splints, it wasn’t very noticeable. He stormed through the hallways, head held high as he raged inwardly. Up three floors down five doors call the secretary admitted in and he was standing in front of Alfred, slamming down the thin manila folder in front of him, and nearly knocking over a Superman action figure into the can. Alfred, himself, had been playing on his DS, and looked up without much surprise at him, smiling with almost delight
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“… Fine.” Arthur buried his head into his hands again. The secret ached in his stomach, but no, no, he had to control himself. “But I really mean it. Final. It’s final, no more troops, unless they’re getting out. All right?”
“Yeah.” Alfred put down his game. “Do you want to go eat lunch with me?”
“… Why not.” Arthur stood up and reached for his papers, and then sighed and let them sit on the desk. He glanced at the cold room with exhaustion. “Why is it so cold?”
“I turned off everything.” Alfred looked at him with innocent eyes. “They might be spying on me, so I turned off everything.” And Arthur felt his heart ache, and he could only shake his head and suggest that restaurant down the street or maybe they could have burgers because those weren’t so bad, even if Alfred ate too much of them, he should really control his appetite, but it really didn’t matter to Arthur where they ate, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to push anything down his throat without throwing up after.
monsters [11/?]
anonymous
May 1 2010, 18:34:31 UTC
“You’re really a pervert, aren’t you,” and the cooing made him almost cry again, the tears mixing with the blood in his mouth, with the leather still lingering around his teeth. “Look how hard you are. Look how wet you are.” Choking, sobbing, and it felt so cold, wrapping around, and gently teasing him, teasing the response out of him because he was trapped and cold. A warm mouth finally came next to his neck, and it sucked at him, and he sobbed in the darkness and he was afraid, because he knew what came next and he didn’t want it
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monsters [12/?]
anonymous
May 1 2010, 18:35:25 UTC
It hurt and it felt good and it rubbed against his prostrate and he cried and the fingers teased at his nipples again and again, the nub, and his cock was in him inside him in him it was in and out and every pleasure and every hurt coiled in his stomach and his secret came flooding out with his seed on the carpet and he cried and sobbed and he was wretched and it was his fault, Alfred said afterward, all his fault, if he had been good, it wouldn’t have happened, dirty, shamed, humiliated, all his fault, his secret, his secret.
monsters [14/?]
anonymous
May 1 2010, 18:36:35 UTC
10.It happened at a meeting, when he was sitting at his desk and Alfred was in the middle of arguing with Ludwig and he stared down at his papers. He couldn’t quite grip a pen anymore, because his arm ached and he knew he should bandage it, but it would become too apparent. He could still hide his bad fingers under his gloves, his wrists under his shirts, his chest with a shirt and so on and so forth. Even his hobbling wasn’t very noticeable, because his bad knee occasionally acted up now, only when he worried. But he was nearly always worried now
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Because of the terrorist threat, the US starts stationing more and more troops in the UK, as a security measure. He also starts trying to isolate him from the rest of the EU...the UK starts to suspect that he's being secretly annexed, but the US seems so innocent. Also, the US starts beating the UK up 'accidentally' and rapes him, afterwards convincing him it was his fault for sending 'mixed signals'. How it ends, up to you.
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1.When Alfred walked into the world meeting, he had a slightly deranged look in his eyes and a shit-eating grin on his face. His arm was held cockily at an angle, the final days of his cast finally wearing off. If he stretched his grin too far, his missing teeth became apparent; the bruises on his face were finally fading, the violent purpling receding to blemishes ( ... )
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I know it's probably a little late to ask but I really appreciate this wonderful story that I want to ask for your permission of translating it!
Since I don't know who you are I don't know if you will see this or not...Wish myself good luck!
Waiting for your answer~
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“… Fine.” Arthur buried his head into his hands again. The secret ached in his stomach, but no, no, he had to control himself. “But I really mean it. Final. It’s final, no more troops, unless they’re getting out. All right?”
“Yeah.” Alfred put down his game. “Do you want to go eat lunch with me?”
“… Why not.” Arthur stood up and reached for his papers, and then sighed and let them sit on the desk. He glanced at the cold room with exhaustion. “Why is it so cold?”
“I turned off everything.” Alfred looked at him with innocent eyes. “They might be spying on me, so I turned off everything.” And Arthur felt his heart ache, and he could only shake his head and suggest that restaurant down the street or maybe they could have burgers because those weren’t so bad, even if Alfred ate too much of them, he should really control his appetite, but it really didn’t matter to Arthur where they ate, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to push anything down his throat without throwing up after.
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