USUK - Security Blanket (1/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 03:57:31 UTC
Requested here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=50600633 (ihopei'mdoingthisright. I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I - I hope OP finds it. orz long fill is long.)Red and orange leaves outside the window dances as a thin stream of street light poured onto crimson sheets. A sigh filled the still air, and a body in the bed shifted. Green eyes under thick eyebrows were closed as he lightly nuzzled against the sweet-smelling and well-built torso of the man next to him. The United Kingdom had become too adjusted to sleeping by himself, even if he did have a boyfriend across the great Atlantic. For a thousand years it had been him in bed alone, until a fateful confrontation and confession led to where he was now: in a contented relationship with the United States of America. It was a shame that it had to be a transatlantic relationship, however, and they had to go months without seeing one another
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (2/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 03:58:39 UTC
America carefully watched England. He saw the man’s breathing become slow and his body lax against the mattress. With careful consideration for his beau’s well-being, he slid his arm from around the Brit and gently, slowly, cautiously scooted himself to an upright sitting position. As he scooted himself back, he wondered when he was going to hit he bedpost and hoped that he wouldn’t cause a loud noise. Ironically, those thoughts prevented him from feeling the bedpost behind his back and he slammed against it, causing it to wobble and hit itself against the wall
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (3/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 04:00:25 UTC
With a frustrated growl, the former empire plopped down so he, too, sat with his back to the bedpost, and he stared ahead of him for some time. If Alfred was looking that way, it must have been something bothering him in that area. He glanced around for a minute before his eyes landed on the closet door. “There’s nothing in the closet,” he offered as he scratched his head
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (4/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 04:01:14 UTC
“No,” England replied with a venom-laced, exhausted tone, “but if you don’t lie still and shut up I’m sending you to the couch! Now sleep!” Had he been more aware of what he was doing and saying, he would have realized that America hadn’t been moving all that much, and he had been, in fact, still - just very stiff. But, he just wanted to sleep so desperately, and America was being ridiculous about something and wouldn’t let him. England sighed in victory when he felt America hunker down, albeit awkwardly, beside him. Arthur snuggled back into America’s arm and nuzzled his face against the pillow. “Good night,” he muttered in a tone of relief - and warning
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (5/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 04:02:15 UTC
England, however, frowned in an unconvinced manner and lightly snatched America’s arm in his fingers. “Alfred.” The boy looked back over with a sheepish expression, almost as if he knew he had been caught red-handed in a lie. “You’ve slept over at my house many times, and you’ve never asked for a glass of milk before.” The smile on America’s face immediately fell, and Arthur quirked a brow. He sighed soon after and released the nation from his tired grasp, turning to lay on his side with his back to America. “Please don’t move around so much, and try to stay quiet.” It was no use trying to help him if he would be so resistant. Arthur felt a hand touch his side, but he scooted away feeling rather unappreciated. Perhaps he was the one being overdramatic then, but he was sleepy and frustrated, and when his help went otherwise unwanted, it only spoiled his mood further
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (6/?)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 04:04:13 UTC
Sitting and seeping in his humiliation, the American let his British boyfriend get a hoot out of his confession, all the while turning more and more red. He liked to make England laugh, but didn’t like it when he was the butt of the jokes (even if he recurrently did it to the man). Being laughed at for something like this made Alfred feel like he was being cornered or jeered at. He tightly shut his eyes and gripped his hands on the comforter, blurting aloud, “It was a blanket you made me a long time ago!” England’s laughter quickly died, but Alfred kept hollering. “You made it for me when I was a kid! I’ve slept with it ever since, okay?! So … so quit laughin’ already!” It was now he who turned away from his companion, sitting while facing the wall with his arms folded and his face contorted into a flushed pout
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Re: USUK - Security Blanket (7/7)
anonymous
November 8 2010, 04:05:54 UTC
It took a moment for America’s apology to register in England’s mind. He was still settled on the whole root of the problem. He shook his head and finally found his voice, although it cracked temporarily. “N - no, it’s alright.” Swallowing thickly, Arthur took a breath to compose himself. He felt incredibly touched by the notion, and his exhaustion didn’t keep him from expressing it. England reached forward and tugged America forward into his arms, but his weariness made him nearly tumble backward. He caught himself quickly and kept America in his embrace. “Really,” he huffed softly, nuzzling against his beau’s cheek in affection, “you don’t need that blanket anymore. At least, not with me.” Arthur felt Alfred open his mouth to either groan or protest, so he quickly cut off whatever he would have done by speaking again. “ Even if we sometimes go a long while without seeing one another, you don’t have to bring that blanket with you
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(ihopei'mdoingthisright. I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I - I hope OP finds it. orz long fill is long.)Red and orange leaves outside the window dances as a thin stream of street light poured onto crimson sheets. A sigh filled the still air, and a body in the bed shifted. Green eyes under thick eyebrows were closed as he lightly nuzzled against the sweet-smelling and well-built torso of the man next to him. The United Kingdom had become too adjusted to sleeping by himself, even if he did have a boyfriend across the great Atlantic. For a thousand years it had been him in bed alone, until a fateful confrontation and confession led to where he was now: in a contented relationship with the United States of America. It was a shame that it had to be a transatlantic relationship, however, and they had to go months without seeing one another ( ... )
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