Manservant part 1
anonymous
January 17 2009, 02:40:29 UTC
A/N: damnit this apron stuff gets me every time, hope this turned out alright
Manservant
USA whistled cheerfully to himself as he made his way to the brand new restaurant that France had told him to try out. Being one to never opt out of eating some new delicious food, the American nation had enthusiastically agreed to go - and that was when he found out that France wouldn’t actually be there, but England would be.
Now, why would England be at France’s restaurant? America sweatdropped. He hoped that the former empire wasn’t going to be the one doing the cooking… It was highly doubtful that France would ever let that happen though
( ... )
Manservant part 2
anonymous
January 17 2009, 02:43:24 UTC
“England!” USA grinned and lost the battle to keep the teasing amusement out of his voice. “France told me I’d see you here. Didn’t think you’d be… serving… me though.” The taller man needled, resting his chin on his hand, leaning forward with a smug look behind his glasses.
A look of shear mortification crossed UK’s face. The man blushed fiercely and he struggled to remain dignified even as he surreptitiously tried to tug the apron down to somehow cover up a bit more.
“Ah-.. America… I… He TOLD you?” England sputtered in humiliated rage.
“Well, not everything“I lost a fight and now I’m bloody well forced to work here!” UK explained heatedly, cheeks darkened in embarrassment
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Manservant part 3
anonymous
January 17 2009, 02:48:48 UTC
“But then,” USA reached out and tugged on that too-short apron, making UK jerk in surprise and feel very, very exposed, his breaths suddenly coming faster
( ... )
Manservant part 4
anonymous
January 17 2009, 02:54:56 UTC
“Mmph,” The tousle-haired man straightened, biting his lip at the thought of it. He raised an arm to wipe his flushed face. He felt a bit grimy and sweaty from all the work he’d had to do. The British nation tugged at his collar and bowtie uncomfortably, more than ready to be rid of it.
The front entrance chimed as someone came in through the doors and irritation filled the sandy-blond haired man. He refused to turn around, wiping at the table more vigorously.
“This establishment is closed.” UK’s tone was crisp.
“Finally. I don’t think I could wait any more.” The voice that answered was pleasant yet slightly strained.
UK felt a blush spread along his skin. “America.” He managed in greeting, feeling the way the taller man’s eyes trailed down his nearly nude form. His fingers clenched sporadically on the rag he held. “What do you think you’re doing here
( ... )
The surprise of it? Naked waiter outfit. (How come I haven't seen mention of that outfit in a request yet?)
America teasing/checking out/groping (or resisting to grope) England throughout the time and...
Bent over a table after closing time, anyone?
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Manservant
USA whistled cheerfully to himself as he made his way to the brand new restaurant that France had told him to try out. Being one to never opt out of eating some new delicious food, the American nation had enthusiastically agreed to go - and that was when he found out that France wouldn’t actually be there, but England would be.
Now, why would England be at France’s restaurant? America sweatdropped. He hoped that the former empire wasn’t going to be the one doing the cooking… It was highly doubtful that France would ever let that happen though ( ... )
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A look of shear mortification crossed UK’s face. The man blushed fiercely and he struggled to remain dignified even as he surreptitiously tried to tug the apron down to somehow cover up a bit more.
“Ah-.. America… I… He TOLD you?” England sputtered in humiliated rage.
“Well, not everything“I lost a fight and now I’m bloody well forced to work here!” UK explained heatedly, cheeks darkened in embarrassment ( ... )
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The front entrance chimed as someone came in through the doors and irritation filled the sandy-blond haired man. He refused to turn around, wiping at the table more vigorously.
“This establishment is closed.” UK’s tone was crisp.
“Finally. I don’t think I could wait any more.” The voice that answered was pleasant yet slightly strained.
UK felt a blush spread along his skin. “America.” He managed in greeting, feeling the way the taller man’s eyes trailed down his nearly nude form. His fingers clenched sporadically on the rag he held. “What do you think you’re doing here ( ... )
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This fic has made me a US/UK fanboy.
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ohgod that was delicious.
plz to write moar US/UK things.
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Thanks Anon!
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Please to be writing more US/UK stuff? :D
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And I must agree with all the comments above, especially the one that says this is one of the hottest fanfics in this meme.
Wow, seriously.
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i am incoherent.
THIS NEEDS FANART
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