Was for one-sided Cuba/America. Cuba bitterly fantasizing over the other with an emphasis on their different skin colors. This is such a short fill. ;__; I hope you like.
Cuba hated him. Cuba hated America so goddamn much. He was ignorant, loud, and stupid as hell. He caused most of Cuba’s problems, even stole Cuba’s people, his children, and worst of all, America was like a festering sore on Cuba’s brain; he was always there.
All of ninety, fucking miles away with that enigmatic, idiotic grin that made Cuba want to punch him in the face or kiss him senseless and therein lay the problem.
America was beautiful and Cuba hated that he couldn’t deny that. And America was always fucking there, always flaunting his beauty, whether consciously or not, and it made Cuba angry that he knew it would never happen. Not between someone like America and someone like Cuba
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90 Miles [2/2]
anonymous
July 9 2011, 19:30:53 UTC
Then, Cuba would play. This was the part of the fantasy where Cuba knew it was the most ridiculous. He knew that in the likelihood that this ever happened, America would take his cock, hard, fast and rough, but this wasn’t about the real America, the one who would never agree to this in the first place.
His America would allow Cuba to rub his dick all over that pale, beautiful face. When he, fully hard, would brush his head against America’s lips, the northern nation would moan in anticipation
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Gahhh, my heart. CubaxAmerica always makes me feel sort of sad... This was, of course, very hot, but it also tugged at my heartstrings a little. Very nice.
Was for one-sided Cuba/America. Cuba bitterly fantasizing over the other with an emphasis on their different skin colors. This is such a short fill. ;__; I hope you like.
Cuba hated him. Cuba hated America so goddamn much. He was ignorant, loud, and stupid as hell. He caused most of Cuba’s problems, even stole Cuba’s people, his children, and worst of all, America was like a festering sore on Cuba’s brain; he was always there.
All of ninety, fucking miles away with that enigmatic, idiotic grin that made Cuba want to punch him in the face or kiss him senseless and therein lay the problem.
America was beautiful and Cuba hated that he couldn’t deny that. And America was always fucking there, always flaunting his beauty, whether consciously or not, and it made Cuba angry that he knew it would never happen. Not between someone like America and someone like Cuba ( ... )
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His America would allow Cuba to rub his dick all over that pale, beautiful face. When he, fully hard, would brush his head against America’s lips, the northern nation would moan in anticipation ( ... )
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This was, of course, very hot, but it also tugged at my heartstrings a little. Very nice.
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And I'm so glad you managed Cuba's thoughts and character that well.
Very nice fic, anon!
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I had begun to think no one would :)
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