Hetalia kink meme part 22
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part 22
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When England comes back after America's big growth spurt (the one where England leaves when he's a kid and comes back when he's fully grown) America goes into heat. England has to try to explain this and try to comfort America, even while they both want nothing more than to screw each other's brains out
Really, this is more about the fear/comfort aspect than sex/mpreg (but those are nice too of course).
bonus 1: If you do have them cave in a moment of weakness, England stays to help care for America and the baby
bonus 2: At first America doesn’t want to have a baby and is terrified of the concept, but eventually warms up to his child and ends up being a decent parent
bonus 3: America and England develop a romantic relationship over the course of the pregnancy
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June
England's first surprise came on the first day when he first saw his "little" colony again. He had been expecting to find the little boy that he'd left, once scarcely higher than his chin. America was still clearly a boy, but nothing like little anymore. He was even taller than England now, and although he was still gangly it was plain to see that he was already starting to fill out. It wouldn't be long until his chest and arms matched those broad shoulders. His voice didn't even crack. England wondered how long he had until everyone took him for an adult, probably not very judging by the ages at which his people tended to marry.
Once he got over his initial shock, he found himself somewhat sad. America was easily his favorite colony. America was somewhat of a special project to him. There was something about him that had drawn England in, made him see potential ( ... )
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Family was different. It was very, very different. He pressed a hand against his stomach, thinking of all the children he'd birthed over the years. Not many compared to other nations, only five, but he had loved them and watched after them until they didn't need him anymore. Even now he had a Twenty-two-year-old son back in London, with a wife and one child three years old and another on the way. Jonathan was the reason he hadn't come back and the reason he left in the first place. He fled across the sea as soon as he knew he would go into heat. He wanted to wait until he was home and choose the most suitable "father" for his child, but couldn't stand the voyage and convinced the best man on the ship to impregnate him.
That was how it worked: there were times when nations became fertile, either because of crops or a population boom, and they became pregnant. There were no exceptions. If they resisted the desire invaded their minds, driving them mad until they were no better than whores, begging anyone who produced sperm to fuck them.
It ( ... )
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July
America still wasn’t quite used to the idea of having England around again. Maybe it was because it felt different than the other times they’d lived together. There was some sort of tension, drawing America deeper but forcing him away at the same time. Maybe he’d just forgotten about it? Twenty three years wasn’t a long time for England, but that was almost a quarter of America’s whole life. It made it really, really hard to tell…
All he knew was that it was fantastic and agonizing at the same time to be with England. As they sat across from each other, eating, America was consumed by both the desire to slide next to England and lean on him and to stay where he was because he was scared to get that close. All he knew was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of him, watching his mouth as he brought a piece of meat to his lips, the almost harsh line of his jaw as he chewed, and the chords ( ... )
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So there was a really good reason that he lost! That must have been why he didn’t mind that England had managed to shove him to the ground and pin him, or even that he gloated a little by grinning wolfishly down at him and saying “My, my, America, you’ve gotten much stronger than last time but you’re still no match for me!”
But now why when he thought back to that day was he putting more emphasis on the way the sun shone through his even messier than usual hair, the flush of his cheeks, the almost wild look in his eyes, and why did that make his stomach tighten and roll?
It was then that his subconscious truly betrayed him. He imagined England closing those green eyes and leaning down to kiss him, not on the temple as he actually had, but on the lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues pressed together hot and wet and-
What. The fuck.
America rolled over onto his stomach and buried his head under the pillow. What the hell was he thinking?! This was England he was talking about, his teacher, his friend. He was practically his father!
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"But now why when he thought back to that day was he putting more emphasis on the way the sun shone through his even messier than usual hair, the flush of his cheeks, the almost wild look in his eyes, and why did that make his stomach tighten and roll?"
Aha! The plot (or rather UST, at this point) thickens!
Poor America, you think you have years to figure it out, but everything's about to change on you...
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I hope we get more soon.
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Oh god America as Garrus lololololol
This is seriously good so far. I can't wait to see what happens next!
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A/N: I would just like to make it clear before going into this that in spite of England referring to him as a boy all the time, America is physically about 16 years old. While on that topic, warning for Ephebophilia in this chapter.
August
England didn't suspect that there was anything wrong with America for a long time. It had been clear for almost a month that he was attracted to England, but that was normal enough. After all, England could remember his own adolescence perfectly clearly, all the confused nights when he lay back with his tunic lifted, thinking about a hundred different people and unsure of how he felt about any of them. It was part of growing up and America would get past it. Hopefully not past England, but past the confusion.
No, the real person England worried about was himself. It was one thing to look at America and notice how attractive he'd grow to be. It was another thing entirely to actually want him as he was. It was wrong, disgusting even. England didn't know why he felt that way. He'd never had a problem with ( ... )
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England looked at him. It sounded as though he was… No, that wasn't possible. It was too early. America was only one hundred. Oh, but he had aged so quickly, and it did explain why they were both feeling like that… There was only one way to be sure.
"America," England said, making his voice as serious as possible, "I need to go into your bedroom."
"What? Why?"
"Just trust me. I think I know what's happening," He pulled him into a hug, "And if I'm right, I'm so, so sorry."
"England? England, what's wrong with me?" He looked absolutely terrified.
"It'll be alright, I promise it'll be alright."
"England, I'm scared."
"I know, I know," He pulled him closer, "But I want to be sure before I say anything."
"England, am I going to die?"
"No, America. You'll be alright. I promise that everything will be alright, but you have to trust me."
"Okay," America said meekly.
He followed England upstairs to his room, standing aside and letting England investigate. Normally he'd have to go and smell the bed or his pajamas or something like that. He was almost ( ... )
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"I'm sorry," He said, stroking America's hair again, "I'm so sorry it has to be this way. But I suppose there is one good thing that comes of this timing."
America looked up, "And that is?"
"You don't have to be alone. I know how hard it is to raise a child. The least I can do is stay here until it's fully grown."
"But England, you're going to be stuck here for twenty years!"
"You're forgetting how old I am. It's a moment of my time that I have to give up to fulfill my responsibilities."
"You're talking like you know you're going to be- be the dad."
"Even if I'm not I'll stay. You're my colony, so taking care of you is my responsibility."
"England I- I'm still scared."
"I know, love," He placed his chin on America's shoulder, "But I promise to make it as comfortable as it can be."
"So… um…" He took a step back, "I guess we have sex now?"
England was taken aback from the sudden turn. America had just been so terrified, had said he might not want England to father his child, and now… England looked him over. He was shaking and had tears in his ( ... )
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America awoke before dawn the next morning. He rolled onto his side and looked out the window, hoping to watch the trees and grass move in the wind to try to settle the racing of his mind and the tangling of his thoughts. It looked like he was out of luck, though. It was raining sheets, making most of the landscape too dark to make much out. Pretty much the only thing he could see was a fallen tree on the edge of the woods. He knew it had toppled over during the night because its insides were still bright white against the dark sky and the darker forest. It was broken now, not quite dead and rotting yet but it might as well be. You couldn't fix something like that, not when that much of it was exposed.
He scowled and rolled over onto his side. He fucking hated symbolism.
He snuggled down into his blanket. God, what a day. Even if the storm would end the ground would be all muddy. He was going to be stuck inside all day with England in awkwardville.
He sat and ran a hand through his hair. The worst part was probably that he wanted it. He ( ... )
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