Really, he had. He’d started going on holiday more frequently, carefully monitored his diet, even gone so far as entertaining the idea of cutting back on his favorite hobby (picking fights with that damnable Frog).
The last wasn’t a particularly difficult a task; Francis had managed to take a hint and found better ways of releasing his sexual frustration than stalking the over worked Englishman, their respective governments were actually getting along and even coordinating joint military efforts. Centuries of bloody warfare and reluctant alliance had dissolved into a tentative friendship, which was actually starting to seem rather…pleasantNot entirely, of course, but the point was that Arthur had done quite a lot to lower his blood pressure, and he was putting on a rather good show of it, until that fucking cock sucker had to go and fucking ruin it
( ... )
Tosser 1b/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 19:45:03 UTC
“Open the door, you bastard!” Arthur growled. A bit of shuffling could be heard, and he shifted the dead weight in his arms impatiently. Francis finally opened the door, and England thrust the Canadian into his arms
( ... )
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anonymous
February 24 2011, 19:47:17 UTC
His five minutes being up, England lifted the receiver and prepared to make a second attempt at conquering the voicemail system, when he once again heard the sound of footsteps in the hall. He tried to convince himself to remain calm, remembering the last passerby, but he knew in his heart it was America. It had to be. It couldn’t not be
( ... )
Tosser 1d/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 19:49:55 UTC
A/N: Fucking character limit sorry for lame post's lameness...
Arthur stuffed his knuckles into his mouth, bit down to keep from whimpering. WhatThe boy unbuttoned his pants and took down the zipper. His hand ventured into his pants, and he began stroking himself with quick flicks of his wrist. Just the tip of his cock was visible through the peephole of his open fly. Arthur licked his lips and wondered very much how that cock would taste. And fuck, had Alfred really just asked him to punish him? England bit back a groan. God how he’d wanted to paddle that tight little ass of Alfred’s, how he’d longed to fuck instead of being fucked the few times they’d tumbled haphazardly into bed
( ... )
Tosser 2a/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 19:52:34 UTC
It all made sense, now that he thought about it. Really made sense. Alfred wasn’t a complete waste of oxygen; he had his good ideas too. He’d always make the most idiotic suggestions…before making a reasonable, doable one which many nations found agreeable. He was ever clumsy, spilling his coffee all down Arthur’s front or bumping him in the hallways so Arthur’s papers went fluttering everywhere. Yet the very next moment he’d artfully side-step Russia or become inexplicably more aware of his surroundings if it meant spotting a burger joint tucked in the back of some side alley or dodging one of France’s groping hands.
He’d been such an eloquent, articulate child. Insightful, purposeful…England had been so disappointed to see what his son had become. Gluttonous, ignorant, arrogant as all hell, and completely oblivious to anything but skinny blondes and super heroes.
But now?
He’s only been playing stupidArthur thought on this as he watched America from across the conference table. Surely no one was as incompetent as Alfred acted.
( ... )
They stared at each other in heated silence for a long moment. Alfred’s body was rigid. Taut with lust and anticipation and perhaps just the tiniest hint of fear. It made Arthur shiver with want against the juxtaposition of hard muscle and sweetly yielding fat that was America’s body. His boy looked up at him, face hard, eyes irrevocably blue and enthralling. He took a deep breath to calm his fraying nerves enough to get the last of his speech out, to make this as good for Alfred as he could before he took the tightly wound string that was the United States and very gently snapped it“I have tried, desperately in fact, to be your friend, but it seems that the only thing you’re capable of understanding is a raised voice and a hard hand. You do it for the same reason as any other child, don’t you? Do you know that reason
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Tosser 3a/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 20:01:30 UTC
There was only another ten minutes left in the meeting, and as far as Arthur was concerned they couldn’t pass fast enough. He’d been sincere when he’d advised Alfred to behave himself, but instead the younger nation took it as an invitation to be absolutely incorrigible. It was positively ghastly. Germany had run out of things to throw about half an hour into America’s rambunctious shifting, giggling, doodling and headache-inducing. It was all very entertaining.
“AMERICA! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE, YOU STUPID SOD!”
Francis giggled. Arthur ignored him.
“Make me, ya old coot!”
“Oh, THAT is IT!” England growled, pushed his chair back so hard it fell over. He stomped over to America, grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the meeting. They practically ran back to Arthur’s office, where he promptly shoved America down on the floor.
“Pants off,” Arthur demanded. Alfred scrambled to obey. His cock bounced free, gleeful as the rest of him. America panted and looked up at him expectantly. Arthur straddled his thighs and tore his
( ... )
Tosser 3b/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 20:02:38 UTC
“Open your eyes!” England flicked his ear to get his attention. “Or do you prefer not to see me? Hmm, you pathetic fuck? Maybe you’d like it better if I were lecturing you, say, in a voicemail
( ... )
Tosser 3c/3
anonymous
February 24 2011, 20:04:12 UTC
“Don’t you dare come before me. You fucking wait for your superior, boy.”
“Ye-yessir!” America was breathless, and it was driving England crazy with want. “Tell me I’m hopeless.”
“You’re hopeless, Alfred! I doubt you can even fucking piss correctly!”
“Tell me I’m useless!”
“As two cunts in a piss factory! Oh fuck, Alfred, you fucking whore! Oh, I’m going to-to-!”
“Tell me I’m yours!”
Arthur’s entire body tensed. He fisted his cock furiously, pressing the thumb of his free hand against the corner of Alfred’s mouth, hooking it open and guiding him roughly forward.
He felt his toes curl in his shoes as Al stuck his tongue out, let Arthur hold his mouth open as he shot his load on that precious face. His America. His. Sweating hard, face red from being struck, begging and desperate and he’d fucking kill him for not telling him he wanted this sooner because he was bloody breathtaking with cum dripping down his face and coating his tongue
( ... )
Sweet Jesus, anon, this is hot as hell. I thought nobody would ever fill this request, but this is fucking amazing. And so in-character, too! I mean, seriously? That last paragraph just killed me with how in-character it was. XD And Alfred still having his special sense of humor during the sex scene, too. <3
And I loved England sneaking around like a freaking super spy trying to erase the evidence of his own mistake. LOL
... I kind of randomly want to write Belgium/Canada someday because I think that would be strangely cute.
Augh. I can't write a coherent-sounding comment, but I'm adding this to my short list of USUK fics. Such a sexy little gem of a fic. <3
Re: Tosser 3d/3 [final part]
anonymous
February 24 2011, 20:54:53 UTC
... I didn't notice that. Oh Canada, honey, why so drunk? (Unless Poland's transgender or something?) But really, those bitchin' skirts are so deceptive! XD
Re: Tosser 3d/3 [final part]
anonymous
February 25 2011, 20:22:54 UTC
lol is that a refrence to Are you there God it's Me Canada? Because if it is, super props. If it's not, well... you get props anyway for writing such a sexy, sexy fill XD
Arthur had tried to keep his blood-pressure down.
Really, he had. He’d started going on holiday more frequently, carefully monitored his diet, even gone so far as entertaining the idea of cutting back on his favorite hobby (picking fights with that damnable Frog).
The last wasn’t a particularly difficult a task; Francis had managed to take a hint and found better ways of releasing his sexual frustration than stalking the over worked Englishman, their respective governments were actually getting along and even coordinating joint military efforts. Centuries of bloody warfare and reluctant alliance had dissolved into a tentative friendship, which was actually starting to seem rather…pleasantNot entirely, of course, but the point was that Arthur had done quite a lot to lower his blood pressure, and he was putting on a rather good show of it, until that fucking cock sucker had to go and fucking ruin it ( ... )
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Arthur stuffed his knuckles into his mouth, bit down to keep from whimpering. WhatThe boy unbuttoned his pants and took down the zipper. His hand ventured into his pants, and he began stroking himself with quick flicks of his wrist. Just the tip of his cock was visible through the peephole of his open fly. Arthur licked his lips and wondered very much how that cock would taste. And fuck, had Alfred really just asked him to punish him? England bit back a groan. God how he’d wanted to paddle that tight little ass of Alfred’s, how he’d longed to fuck instead of being fucked the few times they’d tumbled haphazardly into bed ( ... )
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He’d been such an eloquent, articulate child. Insightful, purposeful…England had been so disappointed to see what his son had become. Gluttonous, ignorant, arrogant as all hell, and completely oblivious to anything but skinny blondes and super heroes.
But now?
He’s only been playing stupidArthur thought on this as he watched America from across the conference table. Surely no one was as incompetent as Alfred acted. ( ... )
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“Uh sure, Iggy. Ya know-”
“Belt up, boy. My officeThe two walked in silence until Arthur had the door safely closed and locked behind them ( ... )
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“AMERICA! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE, YOU STUPID SOD!”
Francis giggled. Arthur ignored him.
“Make me, ya old coot!”
“Oh, THAT is IT!” England growled, pushed his chair back so hard it fell over. He stomped over to America, grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the meeting. They practically ran back to Arthur’s office, where he promptly shoved America down on the floor.
“Pants off,” Arthur demanded. Alfred scrambled to obey. His cock bounced free, gleeful as the rest of him. America panted and looked up at him expectantly. Arthur straddled his thighs and tore his ( ... )
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“Ye-yessir!” America was breathless, and it was driving England crazy with want. “Tell me I’m hopeless.”
“You’re hopeless, Alfred! I doubt you can even fucking piss correctly!”
“Tell me I’m useless!”
“As two cunts in a piss factory! Oh fuck, Alfred, you fucking whore! Oh, I’m going to-to-!”
“Tell me I’m yours!”
Arthur’s entire body tensed. He fisted his cock furiously, pressing the thumb of his free hand against the corner of Alfred’s mouth, hooking it open and guiding him roughly forward.
“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck mine, mineminemine! A-America you filthy, dirty, nasty, fu-! Ah ah hah!”
He felt his toes curl in his shoes as Al stuck his tongue out, let Arthur hold his mouth open as he shot his load on that precious face. His America. His. Sweating hard, face red from being struck, begging and desperate and he’d fucking kill him for not telling him he wanted this sooner because he was bloody breathtaking with cum dripping down his face and coating his tongue ( ... )
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Arthur groaned, “now how in the bloody hell am I supposed to punish you when you actually need it ( ... )
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And I loved England sneaking around like a freaking super spy trying to erase the evidence of his own mistake. LOL
... I kind of randomly want to write Belgium/Canada someday because I think that would be strangely cute.
Augh. I can't write a coherent-sounding comment, but I'm adding this to my short list of USUK fics. Such a sexy little gem of a fic. <3
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hahaha.
This was great, anon.
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