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Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [1/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 06:27:53 UTC

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Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [2/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 06:30:37 UTC

America waited for the shake of England's shoulders, slight tremor to fade into a pattern, before making a tiny cough for England's attention. There was no sign England had heard him. "Arthur," America could feel his voice thin with an exhausted emotion - somewhere between disappointment, terror and unhappiness. "Is that what..." How was he meant to phrase this exactly? "Uhm." Well, no way out but through sometimes. "Penetration is to you ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [3/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 06:58:34 UTC

"You should have told me." America stood up after a few minutes of just staring at England like he was some tragic, touching piece of artwork, feeling all over America's emotions in little streaks of paint. America stepped round to England's side, brushing a hand on England's shoulder. England froze, but did not flinch away. "When I take you under me," America added. "I am still giving you me." He pulled his hand away, walking past. "I need a breather, and you look like you do too." England twisted slightly, face flushed as though he'd run a marathon, and found America with the same fatigued brightness round his eyes. Found himself nodding ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [4/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:01:49 UTC

Something that looked like disgust flitted onto America's face, and unable to help himself he threw the first verbal punch. "That's horrible ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [5/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:05:14 UTC

"I'll take you with me then." He decided, reaching for England with an easy smile. England jumped back about four paces, scowling and growling at America ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [6/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:09:15 UTC

"And you're meant to be mature," That idea suddenly felt ludicrous. "And force them to be sensible about matters ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [7/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:11:32 UTC

"You didn't try did you?" England's gaze dropped to the scroll of messages from both his boss and America.

Use protection; the cabinet suspects the US has an economic infection.
Nevermind. America picked up. We apologize for disturbing you.
England, I'm going to have to consider this a matter of national security if you don't contact us.
hay :) landing now
England, is everything quite alright?
am flying ovr xxxxxx
England you're late, is everything alright?
by that i mean im visiting u ;)
congress =/= progress am so blowin dis gig
missu
u kk???
lol = lots of love
i do love you
I'll see you at 12, then England? We need to discuss the latest reforms to education.
soz, r u mad?
bby? u ther?
i <3 U...K lol!He raised his eyes back to America who smiled brightly at him. "Chamomile?" America was already strolling into the kitchen in search of England's hangover remedy tea. A single swipe to the kettle, and England tottered in after him, leaning against the doorframe and fighting the urge to rub at his forehead ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [8/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:16:32 UTC

"H-hush," England growled. "You're fine love ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [9/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:26:13 UTC

And suddenly, England just felt impossibly tired. Just impossibly exhausted. Too tired to object, or fight, or do anything but stare emptily up at America. America grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled in his face, the wild, frightened, but violently adoring look in his eyes making England feel even limper and heavier ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [10/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:28:26 UTC

America repeated the lullaby, tracing a circle in the wingtip of England's left shoulderblade, and leaning back against the arm-rest. A sudden whirr against his hip, and America squirmed to pull England's phone from England's pocket. He glanced once at the message sender - England's boss - and flicked the phone off, reaching to the ground to toss it under the couch. There, a little peace and quiet. Warm too, with England snuffling like a kitten on him (all claws during the day, but absolutely adorable when asleep, and curled up so tiny!) and not very heavy. The jetlag slunk into America. Maybe very heavy, definitely very warm. America stretched, feeling the simple, honey-like warmth coil in his toes; they curled ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [11/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:29:51 UTC

"I thought that was implicit," England had the attitude enough to roll his eyes and kissed at America's neck, purring contently. All sharp claws and friendly-like growls; feline flexible and warm and silky graceful against America. "Fucking hell, almost two months without you, you drive me to insanity boy ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [12/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:32:27 UTC

America pulled away with a startled pant, wriggling about, and England just grabbed him, holding him tight against him. "Mr. Kirkland," America's pant turned into a laugh, completely airless, blue eyes flushed, the colour far too bright against his pink face ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [13/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:34:42 UTC

"Honey!" America huffed, pouting, and England pulled back, smiling tentatively ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [15/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:37:03 UTC

England leaned forward, pushing America back ever so gently with his fingers, and settled over America. America blinked several times. "I want you." England mumbled, the honest remark spilling down between them, and America narrowed his eyes, wrinkling his nose to push his glasses back up with a rabbit twitch of his nose ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [15/16] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:39:07 UTC

"Okay, you're right." America huffed. He gave a swipe at the pillow, and with shivery fingers passed the bottle of lube to England.

"Word of advice," England kissed America, laughing softly into his mouth, and America frowned against his lips, before giving a half-laugh back. Unable to be truly in bad humour. He still glared at England when England pulled away. "I'm always right."

"Which is why you needed a peptalk to top me, huh, kitten?" America poked his tongue out, and England glared back at America, but flicking open the bottle of the lube and warming it between his hands as he did so. He leaned back, kneeling between America's legs, and smirked; kitten? Well, he'd get his own back soon enough. America wriggled against England, fighting to contain his smile. He knew calling England that would result in a sexy smirk, score one for America, who is way smarter than he looks, thank you very much. America paused in his self-congratulations when England probed at him with a single finger. Not as bad as before, especially with the ( ... )

Minvade 44: Our Blueprints [16/17] anonymous October 30 2011, 07:41:10 UTC

"You're fine." England replied, slowly wriggling and stretching with the fingers, not in and out so much as just gently pushing at America's walls and making space. "You're doing great, just breathe," America gave England a mildly annoyed look, but a particularly resistant push, and America gritted his teeth, leaning into the soft words as his back arched, a slight cry pulled past his lips. "Just great, you're doing just great, darling ( ... )

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