Part 18 - USUK "Serenading"
anonymous
January 19 2012, 16:31:05 UTC
Noticed this request only recently and can't pass the opportunity to write a fill with such a great theme song. Hope OP is still here and like it, as well as others anons that are going to read this. Actually, I'm still noob here and English is not my first language, so don't be too harsh, please.
The American Serenade 1/?
anonymous
January 19 2012, 16:32:22 UTC
That was one of that happy days, when you wake up in a great mood, the nature itself seems to bask you in its whole glory, everything you do goes smoothly and life looks like big pack of M&M's: tasty, colourful and with chocolate. You see surrounding world in kind of happy bright colours, not necessary pink, and want to hug-and-kiss every human being, even your enemies
( ... )
The American Serenade 2/?
anonymous
January 19 2012, 16:35:29 UTC
Standing tall and proud Alfred proceeded to Arthur's utter delight:
I watch you take a bite at 5 a.m. roamin' the streets Drunk all night, you think you're hot shit And ooh, I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah
The git even jostled his hips and shoulders to the rhythm. Arthur rolled his eyes at that and went, pushing through the little crowd gathered by the amateur singer, to the table, where Kiku was waiting for him. The quarterback noticed the absence of his main audience only after a few seconds. He looked around in hope to find his little blond, but students surrounded him, cheering for another song. Probably, they found him funny or it was just his natural charm to turn any act in a good performance.
* * *Latter that day Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo reached Alfred on the field: “You do it all wrong!” Hispanic teen exclaimed and smiled dazzlingly at the American. Alfred paused, puzzled by this, and after a little bit staring at still smiling Fernandez, understanding he wouldn't get any explanations, he asked: “What
( ... )
The American Serenade 3/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 05:45:58 UTC
Thank you for your sweet comment kind!anon. I really appreciate this.
After a brief explanation from Tony, they've decided to meet near the Arthur's house, since the true Serenade must be sung under the victim's balcony or window. After all, it is a tradition. The live music was another tradition or so Tony said. That's why the Spaniard brought with him some help in face of his best friends: Gilbert Beilschmidt and Francis Bonnefoy. They must ensured a musical support for the Serenade; meanwhile Alfred's task was to choose more appropriate song. Besides, knowing Arthur from the kindergarten, Francis was only one of them who actually knew where the Brit lives. And so, finally, the promptly gathered band appeared in the meeting place
( ... )
The American Serenade 4/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 06:14:40 UTC
Arthur still couldn't comprehend that Jones was such a prat. The git actually dared to come in Arthur's house and ruined his favourite roses. For what? Why the hell Jones insisted on singing in front of him? At first Arthur thought that the American just have made fun of him in the canteen, being the daft idiot he was. But why on earth he dragged his sorry ass into the blond's garden. Moreover, he lugged this wanker, Bonnefoy, and two his moronic friends with him. This singing tendency was not good
( ... )
The American Serenade 5/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 06:17:32 UTC
“Look over your shoulder ready to run like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun. I am the game and I make the rules, so move on out and you can die like a fool.” The blue-eyed teen's foot steps on Arthur's bruised chest. “Try and figure out what my moves gonna be.” Cocky smile splits the insanely happy face. “Come on over sucker why don't you ask me. Don't you forget there's a price you can pay 'cause I am the game and I want you play!”Today was a very 'important' day. The day of audition. The school committee need to recruit talented students for the school event. Arthur dreaded this day the most. For one, he was in the committee, separating the wheat from the chaff. Second, he was disturbed by his recent dream. He frequently dreamed about battles or fought with enemies. It was kill or be killed kind of dreams. Strange, but interesting nonetheless. However, never his dream was so vibrant or nor he saw someone who was somewhat close to him. It was always some stranger. Moreover, the stupid melody still was clinging to his mind and
( ... )
The American Serenade 6/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 06:26:07 UTC
It was strange, but rumour mill spared Alfred's reputation. He was everyone's favourite after all. They didn't care who or what he liked. The people adored the charming blond. Alas, that didn't work for Arthur. He was the one that broke the Alfred F. Jones' heart, so his school life became hell. The classmates hated him, the committee hated him, even teachers now treated him sternly. But what irritated him the most was the fact that Jones used Arthur's previous tactic and now evaded him at all cost. So you get the drift. The measured pace of his life was tripped by one bloody git's stunt
( ... )
The American Serenade 7/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 06:28:57 UTC
“OK, Arthur. Look...um,” Alfred stumbled. Actually, here, in all ecchi anime Alfred have ever watched, came this moment when a main character started to plead with his love interest to get a chance to explain himself and the latter slaps/hits/steals his clothes/does everything to shut him up. So in all truthfulness, Alfred hadn't expected he would be given an opportunity to speak out. When Arthur impatiently lifted his brow, not showing any sign of going to expel him from the room, Alfred didn't know what to say. His climbing here was totally impulsive and, trusting in his instincts, he didn't thought beforehand what he would say to the probably angry Brit
( ... )
Stacks on deck Patron on ice We can pop bottles all night Baby you can have whatever you like yeah you can have whatever you like Yeah Late night sex so wet, so tight Gas up the jet for you tonight Baby you can go wherever you like Yeah you can go wherever you like.“I'm not doing anything with you while the daft trio is here. Furthermore, while they sing about 'so wet, so tight' sex.” Arthur stopped the flaxen blond and stared at him scowling
( ... )
The American Serenade 9/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 07:06:53 UTC
"Alfred," he panted as he got close. "Al.. mm, I'm... cu..mm..ming." This was it. Alfred plunged down on Arthur's cock as far as he could go and sucked hard. He felt as the smaller blond's cock expand in his mouth and wave after wave of hot cum flew down his throat so fast he couldn't even taste it. Arthur let out a scream as he came and thrust his hips up at Alfred's face. Alfred was a little disappointed the blond had cum so soon, but realised that Arthur being a virgin had little or no control over his climax, it also meant that he now would take time to rebuild his next eruption and that was good
( ... )
The American Serenade 10/10 END
anonymous
April 2 2012, 07:08:55 UTC
Alfred sighed deeply feeling Arthur's rectum accommodate him. The searing heat burned on his excited knob as he gradually plumbed the depths of the blond's trembling tunnel. Arthur writhed and arched his golden head up and back as he was rooted deeply, the surging meat forcing its way slowly into his depths. Arthur moaned loudly as Alfred nipped the back of his neck, he poised buried deep in the sandy blond enjoying the tightness and sensuous heat. Arthur's innards rippled trying to expel the invader and stroked Alfred's excited tool. Alfred began to withdraw from the cloying humidity pulling back till his wide flange caught on Arthur's stretched tight ring of muscles, then he eased it slowly back stretching the smaller boy's bowels with his hardness. Alfred plunged gradually increasing depth and speed. Faster and harder he slammed into the sandy blond's firm butt, then he'd slow and fuck fast but short hitting Arthur's sweet spot again and again sending him right to the brink before slamming deep again to stop the boy orgasming
( ... )
Actually, I'm still noob here and English is not my first language, so don't be too harsh, please.
Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20026.html?thread=72473914#t72473914
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Standing tall and proud Alfred proceeded to Arthur's utter delight:
I watch you take a bite at 5 a.m. roamin' the streets
Drunk all night, you think you're hot shit
And ooh, I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah
The git even jostled his hips and shoulders to the rhythm. Arthur rolled his eyes at that and went, pushing through the little crowd gathered by the amateur singer, to the table, where Kiku was waiting for him. The quarterback noticed the absence of his main audience only after a few seconds. He looked around in hope to find his little blond, but students surrounded him, cheering for another song. Probably, they found him funny or it was just his natural charm to turn any act in a good performance.
* * *Latter that day Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo reached Alfred on the field: “You do it all wrong!” Hispanic teen exclaimed and smiled dazzlingly at the American. Alfred paused, puzzled by this, and after a little bit staring at still smiling Fernandez, understanding he wouldn't get any explanations, he asked: “What ( ... )
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After a brief explanation from Tony, they've decided to meet near the Arthur's house, since the true Serenade must be sung under the victim's balcony or window. After all, it is a tradition. The live music was another tradition or so Tony said. That's why the Spaniard brought with him some help in face of his best friends: Gilbert Beilschmidt and Francis Bonnefoy. They must ensured a musical support for the Serenade; meanwhile Alfred's task was to choose more appropriate song. Besides, knowing Arthur from the kindergarten, Francis was only one of them who actually knew where the Brit lives. And so, finally, the promptly gathered band appeared in the meeting place ( ... )
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Anya Marina - Whatever You Like
Stacks on deck
Patron on ice
We can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like
yeah you can have whatever you like
Yeah
Late night sex so wet, so tight
Gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go wherever you like
Yeah you can go wherever you like.“I'm not doing anything with you while the daft trio is here. Furthermore, while they sing about 'so wet, so tight' sex.” Arthur stopped the flaxen blond and stared at him scowling ( ... )
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and Francis' attempt to annoy the couple... XD/
good job at filling this! :D
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