Yaoi fan Belarus
anonymous
March 2 2010, 13:14:18 UTC
Hungary teaches Belarus the joys of gaysex, and Belarus discovers she likes it so much she doesn’t want to marry her brother any more: she wants him to marry another guy and be present for the sex forever and ever, all the times they go at itXD
Anon is very fond of Russia/America, but she’ll take Russia/France, Russia/England and Russia/China as well. Please, no Russia/Lithuania or Russia/Prussia.
I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 1-A]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 04:16:02 UTC
(this is author!anon's first ever kink fill, please forgive any useless flailing and bumbling around. author!anon also apologizes to third!anon for not containing the amount of coolness required to do a Russia/France. pardon the tense mistakes, if any have slipped by. also disregard lolwhat!temporary-makeshift-title, yeah?)
Stage 1:
Realization.
Seeing the flushed, breathless look on both males’ faces draws out an impromptu giggle from the pale and lovely throat of one Ms. Elizabeta Héderváry, and the sudden closeness and realness of the noise causes her to realize that, aside from the pants and moans and other miscellaneous sound effects emanating from the laptop resting on the dressing table she currently stands in front of, there has been no other sound for a while now.
And yet, there should be. She’d finally , for once, convinced (and that was no small effort, mind you) Natalia, that quaint little thing, to spend some quality “ladies’ time” with her for once, because goodness knew there were not nearly enough female
( ... )
I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 1-B]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 04:19:07 UTC
“Hey, Natalia? What’s wrong?” Elizabeta strokes Natalia’s perfect, lengthy, silky hair with a comforting hand, and wonders if maybe that particular video was too explicit for her - Lord knew that Lichtenstein’s reaction the first time Elizabeta had tried to share the wealth had been bad; she had actually passed out, if memory served. There hadn’t even been any dick in it, the poor, sensitive girl. But Natalia hasn’t been covering her eyes, or shrieking with horror (not that it seemed she was the type to be doing such things, anyway). In fact, she hasn’t turned away from the laptop once since Elizabeta had noticed her uncanny silence.
But wait - now she is turning, and her shoulders are shaking a bit more, and her back is as rigid as her flawless blonde locks, and she is tilting her head up ever so slightly to look into Elizabeta’s face, and Elizabeta’s eyes widen in surprise
( ... )
Re: I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 1-B]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 08:27:37 UTC
Can't wait to read more! Wonder if Russia and America are already in an established/semi-established relationship or is Belarus going to seek out one victim/lucky bastard for her beloved brother? :D
Re: I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 1-B]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 14:59:36 UTC
OMG Anon, this anon can't wait to see what comes next! This is hilarious so far, I was laughing at Hungary (she was so Hungary), and then when in the end Belarus said what she said I almost choked on my hilarity. I do hope you do Russia/America, that has the potential to be so much fun! Of course, I'll be reading no matter what you do! :D
I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 2-A]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 20:53:08 UTC
(posting things in parts is too hard ahh what am I doing! author!anon is very pleased that anon is pleased, and hopes that as this progresses it does not drive all the pleasingness away. hm, smut? yes/no?)
Stage 2:
Planning.
It’s been hounding her. It’s been eating at her mind like a very starving rodent in heat with a fetish for cheese at a piece of cheese, like all of her old thoughts and aspirations of being one with her brother, being lovers, being married - all those thoughts and aspirations that were, try as she might, never accomplished, and just left by themselves in a tin can to stew and ferment and grow stronger and stronger and stronger unchecked. And now, those thoughts and aspirations have merged, have morphed, have changed into something entirely and utterly different, and yet, perhaps, very much the same.
Natalia Arlovskaya wants to - needs to - must see her elder brother Russia, her older brother Ivan, naked.
I'd Like to See You Naked, Brother [Part 2-B]
anonymous
March 3 2010, 20:55:30 UTC
The door slams downstairs and Natalia, sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed, perks up. No one can slam a door as well as her brother. Quietly, she creeps down the main steps to greet him.
“Shit,” Ivan is muttering to himself, alternating between both Russian and English, “Curse the idiot child and his idiotic ideas and his idiotic shit, curse him, curse him!” He kicks the wall with his boot and Natalia watches, mildly taken aback, as some of the already peeling wallpaper detaches itself and flutters pathetically to the floor. It’s rare for her brother to be this angry, and even rarer for him to actually show that he was angry.
“Brother,” she asks softly, “What is wrong?”
Ivan jumps and eyes her warily, but it seems that, shockingly enough, he is in such a foul mood that even his default reaction of fleeing immediately when coming into contact with his younger sister has been overcome. “That accursed American,” he hisses darkly with disgust. “There is nothing I can even say that could sum up his-shit. Curse it.”
( ... )
Anon is very fond of Russia/America, but she’ll take Russia/France, Russia/England and Russia/China as well. Please, no Russia/Lithuania or Russia/Prussia.
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SECONDED LIKE BURNING!
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Stage 1:
Realization.
Seeing the flushed, breathless look on both males’ faces draws out an impromptu giggle from the pale and lovely throat of one Ms. Elizabeta Héderváry, and the sudden closeness and realness of the noise causes her to realize that, aside from the pants and moans and other miscellaneous sound effects emanating from the laptop resting on the dressing table she currently stands in front of, there has been no other sound for a while now.
And yet, there should be. She’d finally , for once, convinced (and that was no small effort, mind you) Natalia, that quaint little thing, to spend some quality “ladies’ time” with her for once, because goodness knew there were not nearly enough female ( ... )
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“Hey, Natalia? What’s wrong?” Elizabeta strokes Natalia’s perfect, lengthy, silky hair with a comforting hand, and wonders if maybe that particular video was too explicit for her - Lord knew that Lichtenstein’s reaction the first time Elizabeta had tried to share the wealth had been bad; she had actually passed out, if memory served. There hadn’t even been any dick in it, the poor, sensitive girl. But Natalia hasn’t been covering her eyes, or shrieking with horror (not that it seemed she was the type to be doing such things, anyway). In fact, she hasn’t turned away from the laptop once since Elizabeta had noticed her uncanny silence.
But wait - now she is turning, and her shoulders are shaking a bit more, and her back is as rigid as her flawless blonde locks, and she is tilting her head up ever so slightly to look into Elizabeta’s face, and Elizabeta’s eyes widen in surprise ( ... )
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F5ing until my fingers fail.
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Oh Belarus~! Welcome to the Club.
We should totally set up a welcoming party for her.. * U *
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Please take my first born and continue!!!
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Stage 2:
Planning.
It’s been hounding her. It’s been eating at her mind like a very starving rodent in heat with a fetish for cheese at a piece of cheese, like all of her old thoughts and aspirations of being one with her brother, being lovers, being married - all those thoughts and aspirations that were, try as she might, never accomplished, and just left by themselves in a tin can to stew and ferment and grow stronger and stronger and stronger unchecked. And now, those thoughts and aspirations have merged, have morphed, have changed into something entirely and utterly different, and yet, perhaps, very much the same.
Natalia Arlovskaya wants to - needs to - must see her elder brother Russia, her older brother Ivan, naked.
And having sex.
With someone else.
Who is male.
Oh, just the thought is so beautiful and ( ... )
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The door slams downstairs and Natalia, sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed, perks up. No one can slam a door as well as her brother. Quietly, she creeps down the main steps to greet him.
“Shit,” Ivan is muttering to himself, alternating between both Russian and English, “Curse the idiot child and his idiotic ideas and his idiotic shit, curse him, curse him!” He kicks the wall with his boot and Natalia watches, mildly taken aback, as some of the already peeling wallpaper detaches itself and flutters pathetically to the floor. It’s rare for her brother to be this angry, and even rarer for him to actually show that he was angry.
“Brother,” she asks softly, “What is wrong?”
Ivan jumps and eyes her warily, but it seems that, shockingly enough, he is in such a foul mood that even his default reaction of fleeing immediately when coming into contact with his younger sister has been overcome. “That accursed American,” he hisses darkly with disgust. “There is nothing I can even say that could sum up his-shit. Curse it.” ( ... )
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And oh author!anon, I love you. ♥ Can't wait to see how this will continue.
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