[Though if this isn't quite what you wanted let me know and I'll do a take two!]
He had regretted bringing France here the moment they walked through the doors to heavy guitars unfiltered by anything more than the amplifiers they fed through cutting into their ears and making their skin vibrate. He knew it was a bad idea when a second repeat of "What?" brought France's ears to just touch the sensitive skin-covered cartilidge of his ear, bringing a shiver that he immediately blamed on the cold of the constantly opening door when teased. And 'teased' was-- well, he pushed the word out of his head with a bit less ease than it had come in, unbidden.
France had always expressed distaste for punk rock, but the excitement in his long time ally's eyes and voice forced a soft, weak smile and an acquiecence to try this 'savage' form of music, and was only glad for his decision when it brought him the United Kingdom himself in very fitted leather pants, a tight band t-shirt, and knee-high boots with a bit of a lift - which of course fair
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He started to push away again only to be kneaded and pushed even closer as he shot worried looks around the room - they'd know, wouldn't they? Not all these lights were red and they could only disguise his face for so long and why wouldn't France kiss him, anyway? He only smiled that bastard, knowing grin and moved with the bassline, a mad dance from a mad Frenchman, as they all were. God, but didn't it feel good? Like maybe he could-- oh, but there were so many people around and ahgod why would he-- England leaned his head into France's shoulder, annoyed temporarily that the extra height he should have had on the man was negated by some sort of magic lifts in his heels, but needing the press of forehead against skin, needed his hands to grip hipbones more tightly he'd like to admit. He thought in a brief, mad moment, that if he unclenched his teeth, any untrustworthy sound to escape his lips would come in the reverberating silence just between songs (not that the band seemed to have any seams between songs, but just this once of
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I admit I found this more fascinating than I probably should have just because of the lack of verbal communication. I loved the use of body language here; oddly erotic on its own, and the whole thing seen through England's head was just lovely. I liked it very, very much (:
Cuba trying to get Alfred's attention, lots of manry fighting and childish bickering. Bonus points if Canada is added in there.
Belarus/Russia/Ukraine;
Two double teaming one. Any of your choice.
France/UK;
Frottage, UK in heavy denial and showing a lot of embarrassment and shame the entire time.
China/Russia;
China getting off entirely on digital penetration.
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He had regretted bringing France here the moment they walked through the doors to heavy guitars unfiltered by anything more than the amplifiers they fed through cutting into their ears and making their skin vibrate. He knew it was a bad idea when a second repeat of "What?" brought France's ears to just touch the sensitive skin-covered cartilidge of his ear, bringing a shiver that he immediately blamed on the cold of the constantly opening door when teased. And 'teased' was-- well, he pushed the word out of his head with a bit less ease than it had come in, unbidden.
France had always expressed distaste for punk rock, but the excitement in his long time ally's eyes and voice forced a soft, weak smile and an acquiecence to try this 'savage' form of music, and was only glad for his decision when it brought him the United Kingdom himself in very fitted leather pants, a tight band t-shirt, and knee-high boots with a bit of a lift - which of course fair ( ... )
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england, you're so tsun~
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