America/England - England LIKES to bottom
anonymous
July 21 2010, 15:20:44 UTC
Sure, England will top now and again, but for the most part he prefers to be the bottom. He likes the prostate massage, and enjoys the powerplay that America treads a fine line between breaking England in half when he loses his inhibitions during sex.
That's not to say he just takes it lying down, though. Just as he gives scathing criticisms to America's movies, he does the same for his sexual performance. "You're going too slow" or "touch me there more" or "missionary again? Fuck me against the wall, you bastard" and so on.
Bonus: America likes it. A lot.
Double bonus: If they both enjoy lovey-dovey cuddling and whispered sweet nothings afterwards.
With a Hole in My Heart | part 1
anonymous
August 30 2010, 21:58:20 UTC
So this didn't turn out being a PWP like I originally planned, and more introspective on England's part. I'm sorry if this isn't what OP had in mind, and if so I really hope someone fills this out with a sexier fill. Um, hopefully this isn't epic fail or anything. I just LOVED this prompt, omg.
Anyway... enjoy! I hope!When their relationship first began, Arthur told himself he wouldn’t let himself get too close, that he would remain in control of himself and the course of the relationship. And nothing Alfred did would disrupt that mindset. He, of course, did not discuss this with Alfred, because such insecurities and fears were best left unsaid, and Arthur didn’t know what would be worse: that Alfred should laugh and dismiss his fears, or that Alfred would be devastated. So it was far superior a path to let the boy remain in ignorance, to let him run up to Arthur after world meetings, acting as if they hadn’t seen each other all day. Alfred, far more than any person or nation he’d been with, was an eager partner. Eager, and
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With a Hole in My Heart | part 2
anonymous
August 30 2010, 21:59:29 UTC
Arthur would have gladly kept kissing Alfred, except someone had to drive the two of them back to Arthur’s home, with the creaky staircase and the abundant garden that Alfred always pretended was too girly for him to like.
That marked the turning point. That night, instead of pushing Alfred to his back and driving in to him, he mounted Alfred and rode him. It’d been the first time for Alfred, who’d made far too many noises that Arthur quickly became addicted to. He took that small step, told himself he was still in control. Told himself he wasn’t that vulnerable, like this. Reminded himself it was okay to be vulnerable, because Alfred wasn’t about to take advantage of him. The boy, despite everything, was too genuine, too heroic, too courteous to ever take advantage of anyone, especially Arthur-Arthur who, Alfred says, had always been the person most important to Alfred. Arthur, whom Alfred had loved for two hundred years, sometimes without even realizing it. And even knowing all that, just looking at Alfred’s face was enough
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With a Hole in My Heart | part 3
anonymous
August 30 2010, 22:00:10 UTC
Morning now, Arthur still felt as bit groggy, but part of that came from waking up in a bed different from his own, but still just as familiar. Alfred held him until he felt a bit more awake, signaled by Arthur stroking the other nation’s hair with gentle, wakeful ease. Arthur kissed his forehead as Alfred slowly untangled himself from Arthur’s limbs. Smiling that dopey, lopsided smile of his, Arthur felt hopeless, felt himself smile back in that inexplicably love-struck way of his. If Alfred ever noticed how hopelessly Arthur loved him, he never let on, always seemed to brighten up whenever Arthur told him, as if every time it was a miraculous surprise that Alfred always needed to celebrate. Usually such a celebration consisted of Alfred kissing every available inch of Arthur’s skin, punctuated by a litany of frenzied I love you, Arthurs. all of numerous pitches, and paces, and places-and it was enough to make Arthur’s chest ache. But a good ache, a familiar ache
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With a Hole in My Heart | part 4
anonymous
August 30 2010, 22:00:43 UTC
“Alfred…” Arthur breathed, body still tensed. This was not the moment he loved, but Alfred’s face was worth it, worth waiting until he could relax-Alfred was not the best partner Arthur had ever had, but he was the one Arthur cared for the most, the only one who could see Arthur so vulnerable, even if the boy didn’t realize that to be the case
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With a Hole in My Heart | part 5
anonymous
August 30 2010, 22:01:24 UTC
But Alfred didn’t seem to notice, as he leaned up and met Arthur’s slackened mouth. He kissed him for a moment before pulling away, giving him that shaky smile of his that Arthur secretly adored. “You don’t usually say anything when we sleep together. But I like to know how you feel-seems more honest that way
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With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 30 2010, 22:02:06 UTC
Arthur cringed. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Idiot!” Alfred shouted. He shook Arthur’s wrists. “How am I supposed to make you feel good if you’re hurt? Of course I’d worry, no matter what-Arthur! I can’t believe you!”
Arthur looked away.
Alfred grasped his chin and forced him to look again. “From now on, tell me if I’m doing something wrong. Teach me so I can be the best. Okay?”
Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 03:10:29 UTC
I agree with above anon.
Holy shit you made my heart, like, bounce against my ribcage. Like, I can feel it. Maaaan. I loved the introspection, the care that Al had for Artie. His innocent devotion is adorable and beautiful. And Artie, trying to hide that it hurt... T^T I liked this.
Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 03:31:27 UTC
Thank you for this! My headcanon has always stated that England prefers to bottom -- not because he can't top, or that he's not good at it, because he is -- but because when he bottoms, he gets to feel like the center of America's attention.
Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 05:08:23 UTC
Anon, I expected something funny and hot when I saw this prompt -- I hoped for both of those -- and I'm desperately glad I got it, but the progression of their relationship here is just gorgeous and so much more. ♥
Seeing all the layers of barriers come down and all the control yielded that Arthur barely knew he'd be clutching so tightly was amazing, and Alfred's reaction to the fact that Arthur wouldn't tell him he was hurting was just painfully believably (or believably painful?). It was perfect and just so perfectly him that it puts a smile on my face and an ache in my heart just thinking about it. And seeing actual negotiation taking place in fic always makes me happy, anon, especially when it's done well. And it's amazing to see that negotiation actually happen on an emotional level for these guys, who are often just terrible at dealing with each other
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Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 05:17:53 UTC
Dammit, and I meant to say that that last line is just pure love. (It's the kind of line that's cheesy and overstated in so many romantic novels because the author hasn't earned it, but it's gorgeous here because you've actually built up the emotional intensity and intimacy between the characters enough to actually use it effectively. It makes me want to reread the fic all over again every time I reach that line, to be perfectly honest.)
Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 07:55:51 UTC
*choke*
Oh. Definitely not expecting this when I saw the prompt but I loved it. My headcanon is that Alfred is fairly inexperienced in sex, especially compared to Arthur, but you made that okay, backing up how Alfred wasn't the best sex Arthur had ever had but he was the most special and the one he loved the most and that literally summed up everything.
When Alfred pointed out that Arthur had been very quiet in sex up till then, it almost broke my heart because we know why and if Alfred had known then it definitely would have hurt him. Although now I want Arthur to explain to Alfred why and then explain how now he fully trusts him not to hurt him.
Your descriptions of Alfred's reactions were brilliant, like after Arthur told him that he loved him and after he found out that he was hurting Arthur.
The last three words went perfectly with the song I was listening to (Accidentally in Love) and that last sentence just completed the fill.
Plus I think I know who you are, which is new cause I've never recognised an anon by their
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Re: With a Hole in My Heart | part 6 (end)
anonymous
August 31 2010, 08:10:08 UTC
Wow, I wish I'd been on this meme long enough to recognize an anon by their writing! I don't suppose you have any recs for fic that's this good, whether or not it's the same anon? (Or even almost this good, because this is kind of hard to beat!) Especially this pairing? I'm so new to this fandom, but I'm loving this meme. And this fic was truly fantastic. Like, I need to coin new words to describe how it made me feel. <3
That's not to say he just takes it lying down, though. Just as he gives scathing criticisms to America's movies, he does the same for his sexual performance. "You're going too slow" or "touch me there more" or "missionary again? Fuck me against the wall, you bastard" and so on.
Bonus: America likes it. A lot.
Double bonus: If they both enjoy lovey-dovey cuddling and whispered sweet nothings afterwards.
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Anyway... enjoy! I hope!When their relationship first began, Arthur told himself he wouldn’t let himself get too close, that he would remain in control of himself and the course of the relationship. And nothing Alfred did would disrupt that mindset. He, of course, did not discuss this with Alfred, because such insecurities and fears were best left unsaid, and Arthur didn’t know what would be worse: that Alfred should laugh and dismiss his fears, or that Alfred would be devastated. So it was far superior a path to let the boy remain in ignorance, to let him run up to Arthur after world meetings, acting as if they hadn’t seen each other all day. Alfred, far more than any person or nation he’d been with, was an eager partner. Eager, and ( ... )
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That marked the turning point. That night, instead of pushing Alfred to his back and driving in to him, he mounted Alfred and rode him. It’d been the first time for Alfred, who’d made far too many noises that Arthur quickly became addicted to. He took that small step, told himself he was still in control. Told himself he wasn’t that vulnerable, like this. Reminded himself it was okay to be vulnerable, because Alfred wasn’t about to take advantage of him. The boy, despite everything, was too genuine, too heroic, too courteous to ever take advantage of anyone, especially Arthur-Arthur who, Alfred says, had always been the person most important to Alfred. Arthur, whom Alfred had loved for two hundred years, sometimes without even realizing it. And even knowing all that, just looking at Alfred’s face was enough ( ... )
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“Idiot!” Alfred shouted. He shook Arthur’s wrists. “How am I supposed to make you feel good if you’re hurt? Of course I’d worry, no matter what-Arthur! I can’t believe you!”
Arthur looked away.
Alfred grasped his chin and forced him to look again. “From now on, tell me if I’m doing something wrong. Teach me so I can be the best. Okay?”
“Alfred…”
“Okay“… Okay ( ... )
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WHAT THE FUCK.
HOW.
ALSO, BOOKMARKED.
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Holy shit you made my heart, like, bounce against my ribcage. Like, I can feel it. Maaaan. I loved the introspection, the care that Al had for Artie. His innocent devotion is adorable and beautiful. And Artie, trying to hide that it hurt... T^T I liked this.
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Lovely fill.
Also, I have suspicions about your identity.
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alskhfslfs hnnnnnng anon, my soul <3
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Seeing all the layers of barriers come down and all the control yielded that Arthur barely knew he'd be clutching so tightly was amazing, and Alfred's reaction to the fact that Arthur wouldn't tell him he was hurting was just painfully believably (or believably painful?). It was perfect and just so perfectly him that it puts a smile on my face and an ache in my heart just thinking about it. And seeing actual negotiation taking place in fic always makes me happy, anon, especially when it's done well. And it's amazing to see that negotiation actually happen on an emotional level for these guys, who are often just terrible at dealing with each other ( ... )
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Oh. Definitely not expecting this when I saw the prompt but I loved it. My headcanon is that Alfred is fairly inexperienced in sex, especially compared to Arthur, but you made that okay, backing up how Alfred wasn't the best sex Arthur had ever had but he was the most special and the one he loved the most and that literally summed up everything.
When Alfred pointed out that Arthur had been very quiet in sex up till then, it almost broke my heart because we know why and if Alfred had known then it definitely would have hurt him. Although now I want Arthur to explain to Alfred why and then explain how now he fully trusts him not to hurt him.
Your descriptions of Alfred's reactions were brilliant, like after Arthur told him that he loved him and after he found out that he was hurting Arthur.
The last three words went perfectly with the song I was listening to (Accidentally in Love) and that last sentence just completed the fill.
Plus I think I know who you are, which is new cause I've never recognised an anon by their ( ... )
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