Tainted Love -Prologue
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:17:32 UTC
The first time England did it, it was an accident. He was drunk. And being drunk as hell, he was somehow unwilling to push off the man on top of him, especially when the groping and touching and kissing was warm and caring. It’d felt so good that England had someway, somehow tricked himself into believing he was actually being wanted after all those years-decades-of being left undesired.
When morning came and he woke up with a headache, sore all over, and in a cheap hotel room to an empty bed, England remembered exactly why he should quit drinking. He hated himself for it, but there was some part of him that didn’t care in the slightest. Anyway, why should he? He was a thousand years old and they were both grownups, and it’s not like it’d hurt. What was there to lose when he was in no relationship and happened to share a night with one of his citizens
( ... )
Tainted Love 1/??
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:22:25 UTC
It was France who made America notice something was off.
“Have you seen Angleterre lately?” asked France when he came to the states for business. He shook it off when he saw America’s blank expression. “I guess not then. Never mind.”
America frowned. “What’s about England? He was just peachy last time I saw him,” and laughed, “y’know, his grumpy usual self?”
France looked he was about to sigh, “Of course.”
They didn’t talk about anything but business after that.
It wasn’t until after they’d sorted everything out did America feel surprised, because France had asked him to dinner. How often did that happen, it was France for god’s sake. “I’m not up for the snail though,” America told him first. France only smiled.
At a local restaurant, they were almost through main course when France queried, “Are you sure he is fine?”
It took America several moments to swallow and understand what he meant, “Jeez France, what’s this? You suddenly care about England? I thought you hated each other
( ... )
Re: Tainted Love 1/??
anonymous
August 10 2010, 13:49:18 UTC
Anon, I'm so glad you're filling this, because this is badass. <3 But I'm seriously pissed that LJ just ate two long comments in a row, so I'll be back later when I don't want to keyboard smash. Sorry! :'D
first author!anon
anonymous
August 10 2010, 16:46:45 UTC
shit =D this is really good! so much better than my fill XDD i love the way you write and the opening scene with England was just amazing. Like, with his thoughts and everything.
this is already fitting OP's request better than mine, so good job! xD i can't wait to see more of your fill, but just so you know, this part is close to maxing out, so you might wanna get a placeholder in the past part fills :)
Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm very happy that you've decided to fill this as well! ^_^ Oh and I'm sorry for not answering your question earlier, This OP has gotten a job and has been attempting to finish a whole bunch of evil summer assignments and thus has been very busy. xP But any way! I love your take already! I really can't wait to see the next part. I think you're doing wonderfully so far!~ ^_^ I'll be following this and actively leaving comments as much as I can! ~Happy Writing!~
When morning came and he woke up with a headache, sore all over, and in a cheap hotel room to an empty bed, England remembered exactly why he should quit drinking. He hated himself for it, but there was some part of him that didn’t care in the slightest. Anyway, why should he? He was a thousand years old and they were both grownups, and it’s not like it’d hurt. What was there to lose when he was in no relationship and happened to share a night with one of his citizens ( ... )
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It was France who made America notice something was off.
“Have you seen Angleterre lately?” asked France when he came to the states for business. He shook it off when he saw America’s blank expression. “I guess not then. Never mind.”
America frowned. “What’s about England? He was just peachy last time I saw him,” and laughed, “y’know, his grumpy usual self?”
France looked he was about to sigh, “Of course.”
They didn’t talk about anything but business after that.
It wasn’t until after they’d sorted everything out did America feel surprised, because France had asked him to dinner. How often did that happen, it was France for god’s sake. “I’m not up for the snail though,” America told him first. France only smiled.
At a local restaurant, they were almost through main course when France queried, “Are you sure he is fine?”
It took America several moments to swallow and understand what he meant, “Jeez France, what’s this? You suddenly care about England? I thought you hated each other ( ... )
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if you can FEEL the excitement running through my veins right now...
I WANT... NEEDS TO READ MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thank you thank you thank you~~
please update soon >
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this is already fitting OP's request better than mine, so good job! xD i can't wait to see more of your fill, but just so you know, this part is close to maxing out, so you might wanna get a placeholder in the past part fills :)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html#
anyway! great writing! I'll be checking back for more VERY often! =D
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But any way! I love your take already! I really can't wait to see the next part. I think you're doing wonderfully so far!~ ^_^
I'll be following this and actively leaving comments as much as I can!
~Happy Writing!~
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MORE!
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The rest will be here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=50141081#t50141081
God I wish I could write faster...
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