Oh anon, it's amazing how close you're bringing us to Canada's mental state, and it completely breaks my heart when he longs for America D: More please?
sleep soundly, love 3/?
anonymous
January 28 2011, 14:23:22 UTC
Thank you for your kind comments! The week is finally over, oh gosh, today was tiring and I nearly fell asleep during work O: And now I'm listening to 'Don't Cry' by Guns N' Roses while writing. My playlist is screwed up.
America stares at Canada, unblinking, scrutinising. Canada flinches, just a little, because the person looking at him, no, looking through him now doesn't quite seem like the person he calls his brother. But then again, are they even people in the first place? They are merely nations, personified, with human shells. Do they even have the right to love? He doesn't know the answer, and neither does he know if he wants the answer.
Canada swallows (a little too noisily) before he manages to speak once more. "What are you doing here?"
"I brought you here."
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe."What for
( ... )
Re: sleep soundly, love 3/?
anonymous
January 28 2011, 21:51:18 UTC
Dun dun dunnnnn!
"Except Canada wonders, who is it exactly that America is really trying to reassure - himself, him, or the both of them?" ^ I'm quite fond of that bit.
Late OP is Late
anonymous
January 30 2011, 14:57:08 UTC
Wha~ Sorry for not dropping a comment for a while, but this chapter, this is awesome! Yandere!US is so creepy and somehow hot as well. Poor Mattie ... Can't wait to see what comes next!
sleep soundly, love 4/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 15:05:57 UTC
I swear, your comments make work bearable.
"Yours?" the word is torn from Canada's lips and it resembles a soft, anguished cry.
America traces his brother's lips, nodding. "Mine," he whispers as he unsheathes the dagger and Canada's eyes widen in alarm. "All mine," he presses the cool metal blade to Canada's cheek and he feels sick, like something hot and sour will rush up his gullet soon if he doesn't stop him. He frowns as he moves the blade lower, lower, lower, all the way down, across the smooth plane of his chest, to the patch of skin just above his hip, free from any sort of scars, perfect, flawless, made for him to ruin.
Canada finds himself screaming, screaming and screaming as America carves his name into his skin, crimson lines over alabaster. It hurts so badly that the tears start rolling down his cheeks, they don't stop, they just keep falling and his voice is growing hoarse with each letter so he just opens his mouth and nothing comes out, nothing, nothing, nothing"Canada," America whispers mournfully, bending forward
( ... )
sleep soundly, love 5/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 15:09:40 UTC
"Spread your legs," he commands as he removes the dagger and Canada whimpers, momentarily forgetting the pain. He pushes his ankles forward and spreads his legs and he stares at his brother, confused.
"America?" he asks, brow furrowed, heart beating hard and fast against his ribs.
(In fear? In anticipation? Of what?)
America smiles and puts a finger to his lips.
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe.
He licks his fingers, flicks them across his entrance as Canada screams, this time, in pleasure. Hopefully. He doesn't really know. He doesn't know if he cares either. He decides that it's good enough when he looks up and he sees that Canada's erect and hard.
Canada doesn't meet his gaze. He doesn't want to look. He knows what is going to happen, but if he closes his eyes, maybe, just maybe, he can pretend that he isn't going to enjoy it, that he doesn't know what is going to happen, that he doesn't have a part to play in all this, that he is innocent(Innocent
( ... )
How can anon make non-con so hot? *blood dribbles from nose* Ooooh, OP feels guilty for liking this~
For the sequel, I guess anon could go one of three ways: 1. "Happy" ending, where Canada is rescued (but he'll probably lose US D:) 2. Dark, obsessive spiral where Canada stays with US (and learns to like it?) 3. Some kind of twist (Canada was the mastermind the entire time~)
...or not, haha, OP is just throwing out ideas. Whatever you choose will be exciting!
sleep soundly, love 6/6
anonymous
February 17 2011, 16:02:23 UTC
No, I didn't abandon this. I'm so sorry this is so late OTL
The first thing that comes to Canada's mind is it fucking hurts so bad please take it out please it's too big but America's brow is furrowed in concentration as he withdraws it, then thrusts it in again, trying out different angles while Canada writhes in agony.
(He wonders if it's from how he's being stretched too far apart or if it's from the wounds on his hip, he isn't sure of anything any more)
America's eyes narrow as he slams the dagger in again and this time, this time, it hits the magic spot and Canada moans and America delights in the sound of it and does it again.
(He does his best to convince himself that the moan was involuntary and when America repeats his trick again, yet another moan escapes unbidden from his lips
( ... )
Oh, anon, I'm so sorry about your work T.T ... but THIS IS AMAZING and hot~ :D I'm sorry I'm barely coherent at this point. A sequel would most definitely = <3, but the story and the prequel were already pretty awesome. Thanks a billion, anon!
(basically, sticking a long, thin tube down a man's urethra)
Rarepairs equally loved!
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America stares at Canada, unblinking, scrutinising. Canada flinches, just a little, because the person looking at him, no, looking through him now doesn't quite seem like the person he calls his brother. But then again, are they even people in the first place? They are merely nations, personified, with human shells. Do they even have the right to love? He doesn't know the answer, and neither does he know if he wants the answer.
Canada swallows (a little too noisily) before he manages to speak once more. "What are you doing here?"
"I brought you here."
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe."What for ( ... )
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"Except Canada wonders, who is it exactly that America is really trying to reassure - himself, him, or the both of them?"
^ I'm quite fond of that bit.
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"Yours?" the word is torn from Canada's lips and it resembles a soft, anguished cry.
America traces his brother's lips, nodding. "Mine," he whispers as he unsheathes the dagger and Canada's eyes widen in alarm. "All mine," he presses the cool metal blade to Canada's cheek and he feels sick, like something hot and sour will rush up his gullet soon if he doesn't stop him. He frowns as he moves the blade lower, lower, lower, all the way down, across the smooth plane of his chest, to the patch of skin just above his hip, free from any sort of scars, perfect, flawless, made for him to ruin.
Canada finds himself screaming, screaming and screaming as America carves his name into his skin, crimson lines over alabaster. It hurts so badly that the tears start rolling down his cheeks, they don't stop, they just keep falling and his voice is growing hoarse with each letter so he just opens his mouth and nothing comes out, nothing, nothing, nothing"Canada," America whispers mournfully, bending forward ( ... )
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"America?" he asks, brow furrowed, heart beating hard and fast against his ribs.
(In fear? In anticipation? Of what?)
America smiles and puts a finger to his lips.
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe.
He licks his fingers, flicks them across his entrance as Canada screams, this time, in pleasure. Hopefully. He doesn't really know. He doesn't know if he cares either. He decides that it's good enough when he looks up and he sees that Canada's erect and hard.
Canada doesn't meet his gaze. He doesn't want to look. He knows what is going to happen, but if he closes his eyes, maybe, just maybe, he can pretend that he isn't going to enjoy it, that he doesn't know what is going to happen, that he doesn't have a part to play in all this, that he is innocent(Innocent ( ... )
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For the sequel, I guess anon could go one of three ways:
1. "Happy" ending, where Canada is rescued (but he'll probably lose US D:)
2. Dark, obsessive spiral where Canada stays with US (and learns to like it?)
3. Some kind of twist (Canada was the mastermind the entire time~)
...or not, haha, OP is just throwing out ideas. Whatever you choose will be exciting!
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The first thing that comes to Canada's mind is it fucking hurts so bad please take it out please it's too big but America's brow is furrowed in concentration as he withdraws it, then thrusts it in again, trying out different angles while Canada writhes in agony.
(He wonders if it's from how he's being stretched too far apart or if it's from the wounds on his hip, he isn't sure of anything any more)
America's eyes narrow as he slams the dagger in again and this time, this time, it hits the magic spot and Canada moans and America delights in the sound of it and does it again.
(He does his best to convince himself that the moan was involuntary and when America repeats his trick again, yet another moan escapes unbidden from his lips ( ... )
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PS. Good luck with your job hunt. =D
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