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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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“Damn it Prussia! He always cheats…” the words disappeared in a mutter as America settled back on the couch, Tony scooting over to give him more room. At least the Xbox controller didn’t connect with the TV screen like it did the last time the wily Prussian cheated (it had scared America’s pet cat, Britannia, senseless. America had spent the next seven hours trying to coax the Scottish Fold out from underneath the couch ( ... )
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Game isn't quite over yet though! ;)
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I love England's form of revenge. It's very subtle and straightforward. I guess England didn't see any need to be elaborate.
I love this fill. :)
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Pop!
“Oh bloody hell, what now?”
“Shut up, you’re killing the mood. The light bulb just burned out.”
“You just killed the mood by - mpf!
The silence settled all around the two of them, punctuated by whispers, soft laughs, and other quiet noises. At one point, America let out a soft squeal as England easily found one of his ticklish spots, but the squeal soon dissolved into giggles almost immediately.
“I’d forgotten how vocal you can be,” England murmured against America’s throat before flipping them both over, so that he was looking down at the younger nation in the dark.
“I… I think that’s a sign we haven’t done this in a while,” America whispered.
“Don’t you dare rip my T-shirt.”
“Aw, c’mon, how else am I supposed to get - oh, that also works.”
“Will you stop giggling ? ( ... )
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England heard a soft yet distinctive moan, and it was coming from the master bathroom. America’s eyes meanwhile were fixed on the bedroom door.
“America, first off, it is not a ghost. I assure you, there are no ghosts in this room!” England whispered back furiously. “And the sounds are not even coming from the hall-”
Just like that, America’s attention turned straight to the bathroom door in time for them both to hear another moan that ended in a faint growl. “What was that?” he whispered, blue eyes moving rapidly as though searching the cracks of the door in the frame for any clues as to the entity on the other side. Leaning over, he fumbled with the lamp and tried to switch the light back on, but the two nations only heard a faint clicking sound. “Power’s out!” America squeaked, his voice bordering on hysteria.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I please present ( ... )
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(Who's the Confederate?)
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The time travel idea is always win. Dare I hope for sexytimes? (Or shall I be as frustrated as England ho ho ho)
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I think Tony needs to put all that creative energy into creating himself a companion.
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