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Part 7 - Pirate role reversal anonymous May 23 2010, 23:45:18 UTC
Here's the original prompt: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=21407696#t21407696

England and America are arguing which leads to US boasting he can act any role so UK bets US that he can't play the role of a believable pirate. Either having a costume or borrowing something of England's (pirate coat, hat, etc), US shows UK that he is sorely mistaken. England is shocked, shaken, and utterly turned on by America's changed behavior and performance.
Anything goes so blindfolds, bondage, etc anon doesn't care where author takes it as long as it's hot and sexy <3

Bonus: US wears contacts to make the costume more believable (lol Texas 2.0)

If you're still out there, OP, I hope it's to your liking!

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The Promised Mutiny (1/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:46:07 UTC
“You know,” America said, browsing through the pre-made Halloween costumes with a critical eye, searching out something like a Batman or Superman costume and failing to find any that weren’t made for toddlers, “it’s starting to look like I’ll have to just get a non-heroic costume for Halloween this year ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (2/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:46:40 UTC
“Hm,” England said, and then said, quietly, “Nothing is a very scary thing indeed ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (3/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:47:13 UTC
England stood there, arms crossed, staring at America expectantly.

America’s grin faltered slightly. “I can’t do it right now, England. It’s gotta be totally unexpected. You don’t stand around waiting for the mutiny, right ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (4/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:48:04 UTC
America sat in a chair he must have dragged into the closet, legs crossed so that America’s right ankle balanced on top of his knee. He was slumped slightly, chin resting on a turned hand, elbow on the chair’s arm. He stared at England with practiced ease, completely indifferent and sultry as he did so, blue eyes bright and unhidden (where had Texas gone?), if not slightly hooded. He was definitely wearing England’s old pirate outfit, at least one of them, and the clothes seemed just a tad too tight, but just enough to accent the boy’s figure. Trousers tucked into boots, sash, billowing shirt half-opened over his chest beneath the long green coat, the one that England had always been particularly fond of, with the golden embroidery and dark red trim, and opened sleeves. He had the hat, the gloves, even the holster holding the old gun, long since rusted over and unusable, tucked away at his hip ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (5/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:49:13 UTC
America’s expression flickered, and he just managed to stifle a relieved smile, something that certainly didn’t suit the character at all. Like England suspected, America was not the best of actors. The entire performance was shaping up to be something that England expected, that is, until, America seemed to remember himself, or sensed what England was thinking, and he steeled his face further, so much so that the blue eyes sobered up as well. England quirked another brow, but America was shoving him back down onto the bed, moving to press a booted foot over his stomach, dangerously close to his crotch but far enough that England ached with longing for a touch. With the small twirl of the gun, an action that seemed better suited for a quick draw in America’s deserts, America planted the gun back down to his side in the holster and leaned forward, pressing both hands to the mattress on either side of England, caging him in. The boot on his stomach pressed harder ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (6/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:49:57 UTC
Shaking, England struggled against America’s hold, but ended up only arching into the boot, rubbing against him with a hiss of air from his lungs. America’s smirk stayed in place and he dropped down off the bed, gripping England by his ankles and dragging him across the bed and to him. America stared at him, long and unrelenting, betraying nothing in his cold blue eyes. Then he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against England’s chest. England seized up, eyes narrowing-all part of the act ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (7/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:50:40 UTC
America pressed a thumb against England’s mouth and it tasted of the black leather. Still smirking, the gloved hand traveled down, over his chin, down the length of his neck, over the slopes of his chest before sliding over his stomach and gripping his cock between his hand. England choked on air, knowing he had lost completely.

“I’ll ask you again,” America purred in his ear before biting the lobe, breath hot and raspy in his ear, “What am I to do with you?”

England tipped his head back as the lips pressed over his ear, down along the line of his jaw, and then slowly moving down the column of his neck. England’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Shall I fuck you?” America whispered against his hot skin, so close and so cold that it sent goose bumps prickling along England’s skin ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (8/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:51:59 UTC
America cried out softly, and when England looked up at him, eyes wide in order to take in America’s expression from the awkward angle of having his head in America’s crotch, he could see that America’s character had broken at least somewhat, his face rippling with pleasure. Then he caught sight of England’s eyes and his expression closed off again. The gentle hand on his back pushed England back down onto his cock and he thrust up harshly against him, causing England to choke again ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (9/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:52:51 UTC
“We’ll have to make do,” America said, pulling away and lifting his hand, biting at his glove and pulling it off. He spit it away and pulled the other glove off in the same manner, before fetching the lube from where he’d left it on the bedside table ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (10/14) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:53:37 UTC
“But the question I have to wonder now,” America murmured, breath hot against his lips. England tried to press forward and kiss him but the pirate tipped his head away, smiling. “Are you loyal to me ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (11/12) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:54:20 UTC
America smirked. “That’s more like it ( ... )

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The Promised Mutiny (12/12) anonymous May 23 2010, 23:55:11 UTC
“Because it’s cold,” England lied, and wrapped his arms around America. “Commere, you ( ... )

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Re: The Promised Mutiny (12/12) anonymous May 24 2010, 01:34:06 UTC
HELL YES.

THANK YOU ANON. Ir was something I was looking for, America riding him and wearing a pirate coat.

anon deserves all my internet ♥

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Re: The Promised Mutiny (12/12) anonymous December 20 2010, 20:20:45 UTC
+1

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Re: The Promised Mutiny (12/12) anonymous May 24 2010, 01:47:22 UTC
Wow I seriously almost didn't recognize my own prompt it's been so long XD
But this was awesome and totally made my night. Man I wish i wasn't so tired so I could think of more to write now XD

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