USUK – Teen Colony Roleplay
anonymous
August 16 2011, 15:01:21 UTC
In a fair amount of USUK fanfics, when America tries to get England to act out a kink that England isn't into, he'll bring up that one time England had him act like a colony. I'd very much like to see that.
In short, I'd like America and England roleplaying being teenaged colony and empire again. Preferably set somewhere between the end of the 7 Years/French and Indian and the Stamp Act of 1765 if you want to have an actual time period. I don't want any beginning of the Revolution tension in there.
Bonuses: -England wears his uniform (either from the 7 Yrs/F&I War or American Revolution) Anon loves those tight white breeches. Honestly, if he wore white breeches, I'd be almost as happy, if you'd rather not use uniforms. -Men's under-most garment at the time was a long white shirt that was tucked into breeches or pants. This means no boxers or any other form of modern underwear. If you use this or justify the presence of modern underwear in-story, I will love you forever.
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 1/8
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:04:21 UTC
Um, I didn't beta this, because I just wanted to get it posted. Sorry for mistakes in advance o_o Also I tried to get all your bonuses.It started with alcohol. That’s how most semi-ridiculous stories start, and this one was no different from any others. Alfred had gotten a hold of some rather good replicas of the old red coat uniforms and wanted to show Arthur before they passed through their hands and on to some collector or museum or re-enactment company, and Arthur and Alfred had decided that having some good booze along with the uniforms would ‘reinvent’ the experience of years past
( ... )
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 2/8
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:05:27 UTC
“Alfred-“
“Arthur... sir,” Alfred said in a softer voice, cutting him off. Alfred was still staring up into his eyes with a piercing blue gaze, and as he stared he brought Arthur’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. Arthur closed his eyes and used his other hand to ruffle Alfred’s blonde hair.
“You were so brave, fighting that evil French bastard and keeping me safe, sir,” America said, his voice much softer than before. He lowered his gaze to the floor. “I’m grateful to you. I’m in your debt.” Once upon a time, Alfred had actually believed those sentiments and had said those very words. He’d been but a young colony then, a young, bright thing, but old enough to start thinking about sovereignty and self-determination.
Arthur knew what Alfred was going on about. If he wanted to play that game, then so be it.
“I’m glad,” Arthur said, and Alfred lifted his head, Arthur’s hand still clasped in his own, and he pulled Alfred to a standing position. “I don’t want that idiot influencing you.”
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 3/8
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:06:16 UTC
“Come over here, lad,” Arthur said, and he sat gently on the edge of Alfred’s bed. Alfred clicked the door closed behind him and walked across the carpet, sitting beside Arthur on the bed and looking directly at him, a mixed look of confusion and apprehension on his face. Arthur leaned forward on his left hand, taking his right and cupping Alfred’s chin, examining his face. Alfred breathed deeply through his nose, his cheeks turning even redder if it were at all possible. Arthur then dragged a finger down his chin, the length of his neck and to his collar, where the first brass button was already undone. Alfred hunched his shoulders and gave an involuntary shudder to the sensual touch, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes. Arthur pulled him closer so his lips were parallel with Alfred’s ear, and whispered
( ... )
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 4/8
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:06:55 UTC
“Sir-w-what are we doing?” Alfred said, his voice wavering with each syllable he spoke. Arthur shhhed him and straddled his thighs, going at a much slower pace than he normally would have.
“When we were fighting Francis,” Arthur said, running his palms down Alfred’s chest and abdomen, “when he had me pinned, he spoke of all the things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to defile you, corrupt you, and make him yours. Lord only knows what he’s done to your brother,” Arthur added. Alfred pursed his lips into a thin line, his chest heaving. His breeches were tight, too tight on his body, coarse wool against his bare skin, making his toes twitch in their boots.
“I didn’t want him to be the first to teach you about those things,” Arthur continued, and his hands ran tantalizingly over Alfred’s crotch, down his thighs, to where Arthur’s legs rested on his. “The French are a dirty, demoralized lot. I will not let him show you this type of... relationship. You are a British colony, and you will be properly serviced by your Empire.” Arthur
( ... )
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 6/8
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:08:25 UTC
“You have to move, lad,” Arthur murmured into his sweat-soaked skin. “Move your hips for me.” Alfred continued to hang onto the bedspread, although he awkwardly bucked his hips into Arthur’s thrust, missing the beat and only hurting himself. He grimaced but Arthur kissed his lips and guided his arms from the bed to his chest, where England could lace his fingers through Alfred’s
( ... )
Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 7/7
anonymous
August 24 2011, 05:10:21 UTC
“You performed as well as I always knew you would,” Arthur murmured. Alfred said nothing in response, just lying in the shock of the afterglow, soaking in everything surrounding him. Arthur kissed his lips briefly before lying on his chest, smiling down at Alfred’s relaxed face.
“Alfred. Alfred. Did you fall asleep on me already, love?” Arthur cooed, and Alfred groaned and attempted to swat at his face. He opened his eyes and grinned up at Arthur
( ... )
Re: Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 7/7
anonymous
August 24 2011, 11:04:35 UTC
I love how imperfect they both are, that Alfred can't kiss and Arthur can't stay in his role. And combat boots! Combat boots AND breeches, I never knew how hot this combination is until you wrote it.
(and now I want to know what Francis was saying too)
Re: Good Servants, but Bad Masters -- 7/7
anonymous
August 24 2011, 12:15:20 UTC
I love how they couldn't stay in character the whole time and the way they interact is both sweet and hot. I too really would like to hear what France had to say...
*blushing up to her ears* Oh...god...that was freaking hot. And the combat boots! That was hilarious.
...I think I'm going to have to reread this and reply again when I'm a little more coherent and not just overwhelmed with sexy redcoat roleplay sex. Dat uniform, unf.
In short, I'd like America and England roleplaying being teenaged colony and empire again. Preferably set somewhere between the end of the 7 Years/French and Indian and the Stamp Act of 1765 if you want to have an actual time period. I don't want any beginning of the Revolution tension in there.
Bonuses:
-England wears his uniform (either from the 7 Yrs/F&I War or American Revolution) Anon loves those tight white breeches. Honestly, if he wore white breeches, I'd be almost as happy, if you'd rather not use uniforms.
-Men's under-most garment at the time was a long white shirt that was tucked into breeches or pants. This means no boxers or any other form of modern underwear. If you use this or justify the presence of modern underwear in-story, I will love you forever.
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“Arthur... sir,” Alfred said in a softer voice, cutting him off. Alfred was still staring up into his eyes with a piercing blue gaze, and as he stared he brought Arthur’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. Arthur closed his eyes and used his other hand to ruffle Alfred’s blonde hair.
“You were so brave, fighting that evil French bastard and keeping me safe, sir,” America said, his voice much softer than before. He lowered his gaze to the floor. “I’m grateful to you. I’m in your debt.” Once upon a time, Alfred had actually believed those sentiments and had said those very words. He’d been but a young colony then, a young, bright thing, but old enough to start thinking about sovereignty and self-determination.
Arthur knew what Alfred was going on about. If he wanted to play that game, then so be it.
“I’m glad,” Arthur said, and Alfred lifted his head, Arthur’s hand still clasped in his own, and he pulled Alfred to a standing position. “I don’t want that idiot influencing you.”
“Because I’m yours,” Alfred said, ( ... )
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“When we were fighting Francis,” Arthur said, running his palms down Alfred’s chest and abdomen, “when he had me pinned, he spoke of all the things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to defile you, corrupt you, and make him yours. Lord only knows what he’s done to your brother,” Arthur added. Alfred pursed his lips into a thin line, his chest heaving. His breeches were tight, too tight on his body, coarse wool against his bare skin, making his toes twitch in their boots.
“I didn’t want him to be the first to teach you about those things,” Arthur continued, and his hands ran tantalizingly over Alfred’s crotch, down his thighs, to where Arthur’s legs rested on his. “The French are a dirty, demoralized lot. I will not let him show you this type of... relationship. You are a British colony, and you will be properly serviced by your Empire.” Arthur ( ... )
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“Alfred. Alfred. Did you fall asleep on me already, love?” Arthur cooed, and Alfred groaned and attempted to swat at his face. He opened his eyes and grinned up at Arthur ( ... )
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(and now I want to know what Francis was saying too)
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...I think I'm going to have to reread this and reply again when I'm a little more coherent and not just overwhelmed with sexy redcoat roleplay sex. Dat uniform, unf.
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Enjoyed muchly~
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