Of Norwich and Birmingham (1/?)
anonymous
July 6 2011, 15:07:02 UTC
Note : Anon is one of those people who can't feel nipples. Therefore, it's kind of like trying to describe zombie attacks when you're blind and can only hear people screaming about you. Anon still hopes it is passably interesting/hot in its own way
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Of Norwich and Birmingham (2/?)
anonymous
July 6 2011, 15:08:01 UTC
"Stop," England says, gritting his teeth and trying pretty damned hard to hold back a moan. "Stop naming people's nipples after your fucking cities, for God's sake!"
The problem is this, to be exact : America has for whatever reason started this creepy obsession with his nipples. It's not to the point where he'd wake up to find that America has climbed through window to stare at the heaving of his sleeping chest yet, but he has lost count of the times they were subjected to ice-cream, cheese, whip cream, ice cubes and whatever else America came up with. It could've been cute. It would be cute, really, what with how America tends to press his face close to his chest enough to hear every little decibel of his heartbeats and then tenderly caress one of his nipples with his warm, soft tongue, nibbling it softly as if it's some sort of treasure. And then he'd flick his eyes up to look at England's face, and even in those hazy, hazy moments it'd be so obvious that his eyes are saying I love you---
Of Norwich and Birmingham (3/?)
anonymous
July 6 2011, 15:08:59 UTC
England almost yelps out of sheer surprise, but America quickly covers his mouth with one hand and raises an index finger to his mouth with the other.
Shh.
He does his best to glare backwards at America, who has settled on burying his face in the nape of his neck and muttering something like 'sorry' while doing exactly the opposite with his free hand. Once again, he's reached inside his shirt and begins to slowly, gently massage his chest in repeated circular movements, sliding his fingers back and forth on England's already erect nipples and pinching them, pulling and twisting them upward as if they're supposed to do anything. There's a dull sense of pain, but at the same time there's also a very much not-dull sense of something else feeding straight to the growing fire at the bottom of his stomach. Without thinking, he bites down on America's fingers to stifle his own voice and the git, apparently taking this as some sort of cue, slides said fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue down the back of England's ear
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Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 6 2011, 15:10:16 UTC
And just because America sounds needy and desperate and full of pleading and there's a note in there of long-lost skies where no airplane has ever flown and hundreds of autumns and winters full of empty seas and empty roads leading to empty cottages, and because there's a ghost of an altogether unique kind of despair in the hand on his shoulder that says things he'll never hear in words and his eyes are hazy and his thoughts are clouded, England nods
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Re: Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 6 2011, 16:31:04 UTC
Wow. I'm kinda speechless right now.
What was this again? Brilliant brilliant sarcasm seeping from every single sentence combined with an original setting and with a nice touch of bittersweet tenderness?
This was completely lovely and really worth reading, authoranon. Thank you for making my afternoon better.
Re: Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 01:56:47 UTC
Surely you jest. I'm far from deserving of such praise, madam, far!
But really, making England run the sarcasm horse is easier than breathing, especially if it's on America. :3 I love writing how these two bicker so much.
Re: Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 01:58:47 UTC
I am sure that England has a few things to say about me propagating those terms. Perchance I should sneak away in the kink mobile and hide out the following storm.
Thank you so much for the comment! ;_; As someone who feels absolutely nothing @ nipples but has this morbid curiousity about them all the same, I'm glad people are finding it hot!
Re: Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 00:29:25 UTC
Hi! OP here. This was sweet and hot and hilarious all at once -- I loved every word. You, a!anon, are a GOD. Thank you for incorporating all of the bonuses, and indeed for even writing this! I'm going to go read it again now! :D
Re: Of Norwich and Birmingham (4/4)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 03:15:25 UTC
Loved the bits of affection with all their wonderful bickering. England is just dead sexy and America is endearing. And...and...PDA on a tube!? A!A I love you.
Yes, yes this is very hot. I think I might have dreams about this tonight.
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The problem is this, to be exact : America has for whatever reason started this creepy obsession with his nipples. It's not to the point where he'd wake up to find that America has climbed through window to stare at the heaving of his sleeping chest yet, but he has lost count of the times they were subjected to ice-cream, cheese, whip cream, ice cubes and whatever else America came up with. It could've been cute. It would be cute, really, what with how America tends to press his face close to his chest enough to hear every little decibel of his heartbeats and then tenderly caress one of his nipples with his warm, soft tongue, nibbling it softly as if it's some sort of treasure. And then he'd flick his eyes up to look at England's face, and even in those hazy, hazy moments it'd be so obvious that his eyes are saying I love you---
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Shh.
He does his best to glare backwards at America, who has settled on burying his face in the nape of his neck and muttering something like 'sorry' while doing exactly the opposite with his free hand. Once again, he's reached inside his shirt and begins to slowly, gently massage his chest in repeated circular movements, sliding his fingers back and forth on England's already erect nipples and pinching them, pulling and twisting them upward as if they're supposed to do anything. There's a dull sense of pain, but at the same time there's also a very much not-dull sense of something else feeding straight to the growing fire at the bottom of his stomach. Without thinking, he bites down on America's fingers to stifle his own voice and the git, apparently taking this as some sort of cue, slides said fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue down the back of England's ear ( ... )
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What was this again? Brilliant brilliant sarcasm seeping from every single sentence combined with an original setting and with a nice touch of bittersweet tenderness?
This was completely lovely and really worth reading, authoranon. Thank you for making my afternoon better.
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But really, making England run the sarcasm horse is easier than breathing, especially if it's on America. :3 I love writing how these two bicker so much.
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Clearly, I'm not alone in my nipple fixation. Thank you anon for providing this wonderful piece of perky pinkess! ♥
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Thank you so much for the comment! ;_; As someone who feels absolutely nothing @ nipples but has this morbid curiousity about them all the same, I'm glad people are finding it hot!
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It was a fun prompt to write for. I'm glad you liked it. :3
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Yes, yes this is very hot. I think I might have dreams about this tonight.
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You have a very, very clever way with words. Especially the bit aobut the molluscs.
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