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Nation Flirtration (4a/10)
anonymous
October 28 2010, 02:25:20 UTC
Very cracky fill coming your way! Set during WW2, BTW.
4. Negotiation (Hugging)
Italy liked to hug.
Actually, that was a bit of an understatement. It would be like saying, fish liked to swim, Switzerland liked guns, or France liked being naked. When it came down to it, it really wasn’t so much a matter of like as it was a part of who he was, what he did, how he lived.
And still, all Germany saw was a bad habit to be broken.
“Ve~! Germany!” Italy bounded forward, launching himself against his friend’s broad chest.
The irritated blonde didn’t mean to catch him, he really didn’t, it just … happened. And so, it turned into a hug.
Again.
“Italy!” Germany snapped, trying to untangle his arms, but his chirpy brunette friend was like an octopus. “Stop this
( ... )
Nation Flirtration (4b/10) WITHOUT FAIL FORMATTING
anonymous
October 28 2010, 02:31:58 UTC
“Ve!” Italy jumped up excitedly, hitting Germany in the chin with the top of his head. The blonde nation grunted with pain.
How had this happened? Instead of putting down brisk orders and having them followed, he had ended up not only letting the other nation have his way, but admitting that he liked it!
Maybe Italy was a better negotiator than he had thought.
OMAKE
“Germany!!!” Italy flailed, panicking. “Why did you send me into England’s territory?” His hands fumbled with the strange radio device Germany had given him, hugging it to his body like the metal box could bring some degree of comfort.
Germany’s voice, scratchy and spliced with static, came, muffled, from between Italy’s arms. “Relax, Italien, you will not be shot at, you are a negotiation envoy. You have your white flag with you, don’t you
( ... )
Re: Nation Flirtration (4b/10) WITHOUT FAIL FORMATTING
anonymous
October 28 2010, 03:31:52 UTC
Lol! Italy tossing the fake pasta names into that list, and his brilliant negotiation tactics were pure gold! I like that you hinted at his possible persuation genius. I like to think Italy isn't quite as clueless as he lets on but it's rare to see that side of him in fic. I think I love you a little ♥
Late OP comes bearing art and praise!
anonymous
October 31 2010, 01:16:08 UTC
Late OP is very, very, very late and very sorry! And can I just take a moment to say that you picked all my favourite and super-top-secret favourite pairings? How did you do this writeranon? How. Did. You? :3
1. Consolation China was feeling his famed (5000 years old, aru very much) This had me laughing so hard! xD And it's only one line in. Looks to be a good read! ;3
These two are so cute in a sexual-harrasment sort of way! I absolutely love themmmm >U< Korea is just too cute! And (might I say...) China's so tsundere!
Lithuania is such a softie. >U< It's that coupled with Poland's hobby of crossdressing and pushing the poor dear to his limits that makes this absolutely loooove!
“Fiiiiine. Jeez, Liet, the things I do for love.” Oh Poland, never change. ♥
The blonde nation winced. “Beauty, like, means pain,
( ... )
Nation Flirtration (5a/10)
anonymous
October 31 2010, 15:29:13 UTC
Bit nervous for this one, we'll see how this goes XD @ OP: Your art = ohmigodsqueal! Thanks for all your lovely, lovely comments and I am planning our wedding to be June, if that's okay~ @ other commentators: Love you. Seriously. Thanks for tuning into my fill X3
5. Intoxication (Embracing)
So Turkey pushes him against the wall, and the man is drunk, slurring words like he had let the sticky syllables run around his mouth a while before releasing them. His breath was heavy, stuck to Greece’s skin as the island nation recoiled from it, from Turkey. At this point, Greece barely even bothered to comprehend whatever statement the masked man was spewing at him.
“…Gods yer annoyin’…wheres that cute kid go? I turn back and yer this … this …”
Greece narrowed his eyes, shoving at Turkey’s shoulder. But in intoxication, the dark-skinned nation was a solid wall, grinning as he merely shifted and pinned Greece down further.
“No, babe, I gotcha just where I wancha an’ … an’ you know whatma gonna do
( ... )
Nation Flirtration (5b/10)
anonymous
October 31 2010, 15:33:14 UTC
They kissed, again. Greece thought that if he closed his eyes and tried not to breathe, it was very nearly pleasant. Turkey had always been a skilled kisser, and intoxication actually took the edge off of his normally-aggressive caresses. The only unfortunate thing is that his drunken groping tended to miss the mark, causing Greece to jump when he felt his clavicle pinched and twisted.
Turkey smirked. “Like that?”
Greece didn’t think that merited a reply. “You’re heavy.” He murmured, annoyed. “Let’s move this to the couch.”
If he expected Turkey to just let him go, he was sorely disappointed. Instead, the other nation clung and provided little help, leaving it mostly up to Greece to shuffle/drag them the five feet it took to get to the nearest soft surface.
It was too much work. Not to mention, Turkey’s hands were everywhere, roaming around with a leer, gripping Greece in a hold that was tight and hot and crushingly possessive. Greece struggled to keep the annoying appendages, if not off altogether, at least confined above the
( ... )
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anonymous
November 1 2010, 00:46:25 UTC
I think that my cavities just got a little bit worse...but reading these were sooo worth it. I can't wait for more chapters! I swear, that is a list of my favorite pairings. I think that your characterization of Greece was great!
Nation Flirtration (6a/10)
anonymous
November 1 2010, 22:29:29 UTC
This is a cute one, the only warning is that my portrayal of Sealand (the actual fort) may or may not be completely inaccurate. I'm leaning towards completely inaccurate.
6. Navigation (Holding from behind)
“Welcome, to the wonderful nation of Seeeealand!” The small blonde boy trumpeted, dashing madly down the docks to meet the small plane, beaming and opening his arms to the lone person who got off.
Latvia privately considered correcting his friend, but decided against it with a small smile. At the rate that Sealand was going, he would pester the entire world into accepting him whether they wanted to or not. Latvia wished that he could be so brave. “Hello Sealand.” He said shyly. “How are you to-“
“Follow me, follow me!” The blonde micronation grabbed Latvia’s hand and fairly sprinted down the dock. “You only have a day, and I already planned everything out and we’re gonna do soooo many things so you gotta hurry!”
And Latvia thought, how many things are there to see on Sealand?, and immediately felt guilty
( ... )
Re: Nation Flirtration (6a/10)
anonymous
November 1 2010, 22:31:28 UTC
“I-it’s very nice.” He murmured.
“We’re going to get into it!”
“We’re going to get into what?” But Latvia’s further protests were unheard as Sealand rapidly descended a precarious-looking rope ladder-thing and tugged Latvia down with him.
The boat only had one seat. “Don’t you think this is…a bit small, Sealand?” Latvia whispered. He was still hanging off the edge of the dock for dear life, trying to resist the earnest tugging on his left hand.
As if realizing it for the first time, Sealand looked at his rowboat, and then blinked. “Uh…oh! You can sit on my lap, Latvia!”
Latvia sputtered. “I’ll smoosh you- You should…” He sighed a little in resignation and gingerly maneuvered himself into the boat, trying desperately to ignore the sickening rocking his movements caused. “You should sit on my lap, Sealand.”
The blonde boy pouted, hands on his hips as he tried to twist to look at Latvia. “But its my boat
( ... )
Nation Flirtration (6c/10)
anonymous
November 1 2010, 22:35:14 UTC
Previous should have been 6b ... oh fail me.
OMAKE
They somehow made it back onto the dock, although Latvia put the memory of how deep in the back of his mind because it was just too scary to think about because he thought that he might die several times during it.
So they sat, side by side, legs swinging as they waited for Latvia’s plane.
Then, “Hey, Latvia, when I become older, can I hold you from behind?”
Latvia choked on air. “W-what?“Like, you sit on my lap!” Sealand began gesturing excitedly. “’Cuz one day, I’ll be so big that you won’t smoosh me, and I can hold you and put my arms around your tummy like this.” And he demonstrated, by jumping up and running behind Latvia, looping his arms around the brunette boy’s waist. Even though Latvia was quite thin, Sealand could barely reach all the way across
( ... )
Re: Nation Flirtration (6c/10)
anonymous
November 2 2010, 05:23:35 UTC
They're toooo cuuute. Man, why isn't there more of this pairing out there?
Also, just gotta say that I'm loving this fill so far, anon. It all reads like it could be canon. You've got everyone's characterization down. Keep it up!
I've seen this meme (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/102/8/e/10_ways_of_flirting_meme_by_howlzapper.png) floating around dA and there are very few Hetalia fillings of it! Which is just too sad 'cos I know we have a good fluff-loving fanbase around here! ;3
I'd prefer PruAus (whatever order), but some other pairings that would tickle me pink are:
1) GermanyxItaly
2) SwedenxFinland
3) RussiaxAmerica
(All pairings reversible of course~!)
AUTHOR ANONS!
As a fellow author anon, I figured out a way to make this fillable by way of writing as well! c: Drabble fills would be just as sweet, or any other ways that the awesome anons can think of!
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4. Negotiation (Hugging)
Italy liked to hug.
Actually, that was a bit of an understatement. It would be like saying, fish liked to swim, Switzerland liked guns, or France liked being naked. When it came down to it, it really wasn’t so much a matter of like as it was a part of who he was, what he did, how he lived.
And still, all Germany saw was a bad habit to be broken.
“Ve~! Germany!” Italy bounded forward, launching himself against his friend’s broad chest.
The irritated blonde didn’t mean to catch him, he really didn’t, it just … happened. And so, it turned into a hug.
Again.
“Italy!” Germany snapped, trying to untangle his arms, but his chirpy brunette friend was like an octopus. “Stop this ( ... )
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“Ve!” Italy jumped up excitedly, hitting Germany in the chin with the top of his head. The blonde nation grunted with pain.
How had this happened? Instead of putting down brisk orders and having them followed, he had ended up not only letting the other nation have his way, but admitting that he liked it!
Maybe Italy was a better negotiator than he had thought.
OMAKE
“Germany!!!” Italy flailed, panicking. “Why did you send me into England’s territory?” His hands fumbled with the strange radio device Germany had given him, hugging it to his body like the metal box could bring some degree of comfort.
Germany’s voice, scratchy and spliced with static, came, muffled, from between Italy’s arms. “Relax, Italien, you will not be shot at, you are a negotiation envoy. You have your white flag with you, don’t you ( ... )
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And can I just take a moment to say that you picked all my favourite and super-top-secret favourite pairings? How did you do this writeranon? How. Did. You? :3
1. Consolation
China was feeling his famed (5000 years old, aru very much) This had me laughing so hard! xD And it's only one line in. Looks to be a good read! ;3
These two are so cute in a sexual-harrasment sort of way! I absolutely love themmmm >U< Korea is just too cute! And (might I say...) China's so tsundere!
A token of my gratitude and hope that I’ll be forgiven for lateness: http://i51.tinypic.com/2z4wo7l.jpg
2. Stabilization
One word: Likesototallyawesome!
Lithuania is such a softie. >U< It's that coupled with Poland's hobby of crossdressing and pushing the poor dear to his limits that makes this absolutely loooove!
“Fiiiiine. Jeez, Liet, the things I do for love.” Oh Poland, never change. ♥
The blonde nation winced. “Beauty, like, means pain, ( ... )
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@ OP: Your art = ohmigodsqueal! Thanks for all your lovely, lovely comments and I am planning our wedding to be June, if that's okay~
@ other commentators: Love you. Seriously. Thanks for tuning into my fill X3
5. Intoxication (Embracing)
So Turkey pushes him against the wall, and the man is drunk, slurring words like he had let the sticky syllables run around his mouth a while before releasing them. His breath was heavy, stuck to Greece’s skin as the island nation recoiled from it, from Turkey. At this point, Greece barely even bothered to comprehend whatever statement the masked man was spewing at him.
“…Gods yer annoyin’…wheres that cute kid go? I turn back and yer this … this …”
Greece narrowed his eyes, shoving at Turkey’s shoulder. But in intoxication, the dark-skinned nation was a solid wall, grinning as he merely shifted and pinned Greece down further.
“No, babe, I gotcha just where I wancha an’ … an’ you know whatma gonna do ( ... )
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They kissed, again. Greece thought that if he closed his eyes and tried not to breathe, it was very nearly pleasant. Turkey had always been a skilled kisser, and intoxication actually took the edge off of his normally-aggressive caresses. The only unfortunate thing is that his drunken groping tended to miss the mark, causing Greece to jump when he felt his clavicle pinched and twisted.
Turkey smirked. “Like that?”
Greece didn’t think that merited a reply. “You’re heavy.” He murmured, annoyed. “Let’s move this to the couch.”
If he expected Turkey to just let him go, he was sorely disappointed. Instead, the other nation clung and provided little help, leaving it mostly up to Greece to shuffle/drag them the five feet it took to get to the nearest soft surface.
It was too much work. Not to mention, Turkey’s hands were everywhere, roaming around with a leer, gripping Greece in a hold that was tight and hot and crushingly possessive. Greece struggled to keep the annoying appendages, if not off altogether, at least confined above the ( ... )
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Keep it up anon!
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I think that your characterization of Greece was great!
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6. Navigation (Holding from behind)
“Welcome, to the wonderful nation of Seeeealand!” The small blonde boy trumpeted, dashing madly down the docks to meet the small plane, beaming and opening his arms to the lone person who got off.
Latvia privately considered correcting his friend, but decided against it with a small smile. At the rate that Sealand was going, he would pester the entire world into accepting him whether they wanted to or not. Latvia wished that he could be so brave. “Hello Sealand.” He said shyly. “How are you to-“
“Follow me, follow me!” The blonde micronation grabbed Latvia’s hand and fairly sprinted down the dock. “You only have a day, and I already planned everything out and we’re gonna do soooo many things so you gotta hurry!”
And Latvia thought, how many things are there to see on Sealand?, and immediately felt guilty ( ... )
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“I-it’s very nice.” He murmured.
“We’re going to get into it!”
“We’re going to get into what?” But Latvia’s further protests were unheard as Sealand rapidly descended a precarious-looking rope ladder-thing and tugged Latvia down with him.
The boat only had one seat. “Don’t you think this is…a bit small, Sealand?” Latvia whispered. He was still hanging off the edge of the dock for dear life, trying to resist the earnest tugging on his left hand.
As if realizing it for the first time, Sealand looked at his rowboat, and then blinked. “Uh…oh! You can sit on my lap, Latvia!”
Latvia sputtered. “I’ll smoosh you- You should…” He sighed a little in resignation and gingerly maneuvered himself into the boat, trying desperately to ignore the sickening rocking his movements caused. “You should sit on my lap, Sealand.”
The blonde boy pouted, hands on his hips as he tried to twist to look at Latvia. “But its my boat ( ... )
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They somehow made it back onto the dock, although Latvia put the memory of how deep in the back of his mind because it was just too scary to think about because he thought that he might die several times during it.
So they sat, side by side, legs swinging as they waited for Latvia’s plane.
Then, “Hey, Latvia, when I become older, can I hold you from behind?”
Latvia choked on air. “W-what?“Like, you sit on my lap!” Sealand began gesturing excitedly. “’Cuz one day, I’ll be so big that you won’t smoosh me, and I can hold you and put my arms around your tummy like this.” And he demonstrated, by jumping up and running behind Latvia, looping his arms around the brunette boy’s waist. Even though Latvia was quite thin, Sealand could barely reach all the way across ( ... )
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Also, just gotta say that I'm loving this fill so far, anon. It all reads like it could be canon. You've got everyone's characterization down. Keep it up!
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