Before Russia was the big scary rape truck that hetalia says was the USSR, he was a teenager. A creepy, lonely, gawky, big-boned teenager. France comes along and teaches him to love his body.
Something There [part 16b/??]
anonymous
March 12 2011, 04:29:03 UTC
. Even in the midst of all of this, France apparently had the presence of mind to knead at his testicles with one thumb, knuckles reaching into the cleft of his ass before pushing through the tight muscle and causing Russia to nearly choke in surprised pleasure. The simultaneous sensation of penetrating and being penetrated was incredibly intense, and he could not stop the babble of words from spilling from his lips as he lost himself to the feeling, uninhibited by shame or fear or inexperience. That finger inside him then brushed the right spot at the right time, and he felt his body clench in response, tightening in one splendid second before releasing. With a wordless cry, he spilled into France’s waiting throat, riding out his climax until he was naught but a trembling, sweating mass of meat and bone and skin
( ... )
Re: Something There [part 13/??]
anonymous
March 13 2011, 23:58:42 UTC
I can barely read this -- ever minute or so I have to step back and scream with delight. France's flirtacious awesomeness, Russia's awkward cuteness, and it's all set in St. Petersburg which is probably my favorite place on Earth. <3 My inner FrancexRussia fangirl is dying of joy overload. Thank you. owo
Something There [part 17/??]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 05:14:29 UTC
Russia woke up several times throughout the night, and every time, he had to convince himself he was not still dreaming, that someone really was sleeping in the same bed with him, apparently peacefully, unafraid. He caressed France’s hair and kissed him on the cheek, just to make sure this was real, and France mumbled in his sleep, nestling further into the curve of his body. Sighing contentedly, Russia closed his eyes, tracing out the scene in his mind so that he would remember all of this afterwards, when he would be alone again
( ... )
Something There [part 18/??]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 05:16:14 UTC
The rest of the day was spent in each other’s company, after confirming with the palace servants that Russia’s sisters have departed for the day and then eating a very large midday meal that would have fed at least four. And despite his misgivings, his own insecurities, Russia now felt more at ease, if not completely so, for France continued to bewilder him with alternating displays of affection and criticism that could never be predicted
( ... )
Something There [part 19/??]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 05:20:05 UTC
In the end, he sketched France, fully clothed, lounging against a stack of pillows and struggling to read a book in Russian. Though the pose was supposed to be elegantly contemplative in the manner of a scholar in his private abode, Russia was able to capture France’s expression after he failed to translate the unfamiliar letters properly and had to ask for help
( ... )
Re: Something There [part 19/??]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 14:32:23 UTC
Aww, this is still very adorable. I love your characterization of France, he's his "pervert" self but in a hot, elegant way. And Russia is such a cutie patootie<3
Re: Something There [part 19/??]
anonymous
March 20 2011, 06:17:14 UTC
Uwaaahh, so cute!
The painting scene here are lovely, and I love how you've shown the relationship developing between them. This is one of my favourite fills on the kink meme, and I'm sorry to hear it's almost over :( Here's for an awesome finale, though <33333
Something There [part 20/??]
anonymous
March 20 2011, 20:23:54 UTC
No longer concerned about being a little chilled for the sake of fine art, France divested himself of his clothes, taking care to do so as provocatively as possible for the benefit of the artist. Russia watched the pieces of silk and velvet and brocade slip off of France’s body with a rustle, and after France finished and gave him a meaningful look, he shrugged, admitting he might need a little assistance taking off his clothes, as unused to them as he was.
Of course, France was more than willing to help.
When they were fully nude, France positioned himself gracefully on the bed, and Russia pulled his chair closer, board and paper and pastels at hand.
“Are you certain about this?” The pose France had selected was frankly scandalous, and Russia felt certain the paper would burn itself up out of disapproval if he tried to draw it. He was already starting to feel the heat, and he had not even picked a color yet.
“Oui. It is for your eyes only, so do not be shy. Draw me
( ... )
Something There [part 21/??]
anonymous
March 20 2011, 20:25:41 UTC
He came first, unable to hold himself back, not with this sensation of being fully united with someone else, so deep inside, but before he could apologize, France had freed himself and was preparing him in return, and Russia could do nothing but lie back and succumb with a pleased groan. Again becoming one, although this time Russia was the one pleading for more as they moved together. France sighed his release, thin hips shuddering and then stilling, and for a moment, they simply rested and said nothing
( ... )
Something There [part 22/24]
anonymous
March 21 2011, 01:04:12 UTC
They donned masks, Russia that of a horned owl, France a fox, and in the flurry of jeweled brocade and lace petticoats, they slipped through the crowd of dancers, planning to sit out for this ball and just converse. But before the two of them could reach the chairs, their progress was halted by a pair of beauties in swan and pheasant masks. For his part, France was delighted to be introduced to Russia’s sisters, but Russia broke out into a cold sweat under the force of Belarus’ gimlet stare. The four were swept away when the orchestra started playing again, and Belarus, who had gone through such great pains to remove the insipid Baltic brothers from the household, only to have her rightful place supplanted by some dandy from western Europe, seemed absolutely intent on not letting her brother go to another dance partner for more than a few turns. Russia desperately looked for help from France, but he was much too preoccupied with admiring Ukraine’s impressive assets, and distressed, Russia attempted to lose Belarus during the next
( ... )
Something There [part 23/24]
anonymous
March 21 2011, 01:05:27 UTC
Then it occurred to him that there was something else behind this, not just the death of a pet, however beloved, but before Russia could read the postscript and decipher the signature, France had retrieved his letter and stuffed it hurriedly into his pocket.
“I am so sorry, Russia, but my time here in Saint Petersburg has come to an end. I must go home. My people need me.”
“But… they can wait for little while, can’t they?” Unspoken was his own need.
“Oh, mon petit chou, it is not that simple.” France wiped at his reddened eyes and sighed. “Please, I need to be alone now. I must get my things
( ... )
Something There [part 24/24] the end
anonymous
March 21 2011, 01:09:00 UTC
Russia clenched his fists, despairing that fate should take the one he loved away. It didn’t matter that France was needed at home by his king and queen and people, Russia needed him, too
( ... )
Re: Something There [part 24/24] the end
anonymous
March 21 2011, 03:30:37 UTC
This has been a lovely read. I like that you went with a more melancholy ending without drowning us in angst - I thought you struck a good balance on the level of drama. Anyway, a thoroughly charming fill, and I hope to see more fills from you, even though I won't know them as such :)
Before Russia was the big scary rape truck that hetalia says was the USSR, he was a teenager. A creepy, lonely, gawky, big-boned teenager. France comes along and teaches him to love his body.
parts 1 - 4 here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=34306853#t34306853
parts 5 - 11 here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=41173913#t41173913
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Your descriptions are excellent, and seconding the other commentors, it's a perfect mix of sweet and hot. Can't wait for more!
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My inner FrancexRussia fangirl is dying of joy overload. Thank you. owo
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The painting scene here are lovely, and I love how you've shown the relationship developing between them. This is one of my favourite fills on the kink meme, and I'm sorry to hear it's almost over :( Here's for an awesome finale, though <33333
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Of course, France was more than willing to help.
When they were fully nude, France positioned himself gracefully on the bed, and Russia pulled his chair closer, board and paper and pastels at hand.
“Are you certain about this?” The pose France had selected was frankly scandalous, and Russia felt certain the paper would burn itself up out of disapproval if he tried to draw it. He was already starting to feel the heat, and he had not even picked a color yet.
“Oui. It is for your eyes only, so do not be shy. Draw me ( ... )
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“I am so sorry, Russia, but my time here in Saint Petersburg has come to an end. I must go home. My people need me.”
“But… they can wait for little while, can’t they?” Unspoken was his own need.
“Oh, mon petit chou, it is not that simple.” France wiped at his reddened eyes and sighed. “Please, I need to be alone now. I must get my things ( ... )
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