His Next Top Model [1/1]
anonymous
April 24 2010, 05:13:20 UTC
Arthur was certain he’d never seen Alfred acting like this before. True, he’d been sunshine, sparkly, movie-star golden boy, but he’d never even seemed to notice his appearance before. Even when England had pointed out that eating those [unprintable] burgers could quite possibly, maybe, be bad for one’s health the boy had brushed it off without another thought. (At least from what he’d seen)
But this Alfred. This Alfred walked into the room as if he were on the catwalk, thrusting out his hips, one hand holding his jacket over his shoulder, not even his blasted bomber jacket he so adored, but a nice jacket of Italian design from what Arthur could tell. His shirt dipped down low, hinting but not revealing. He was wearing slacks and they clung to his hips like water.
That carefree, wind-blown Hollywood blond walked straight up to Arthur, lifted up his chin and smiled. “Wanna be on top?”
Arthur’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He swallowed, thinking, “Yes.” But then the blond grinned and dropped his sexy model façade. “I just
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Re: His Next Top Model [1/1]
anonymous
April 24 2010, 06:41:15 UTC
Omg yes. XDDb
P-poor England. America you huge tease! *kinda wants England to just drag him into the closest closet/toilet/office/anything and top the hell outta him* USUK isn't even really my pairing but oh damn these kinda fills.
Use of the catchphrase from ANTP "Wanna be on top?" XD
hahahaha...*Is shot*
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Arthur was certain he’d never seen Alfred acting like this before. True, he’d been sunshine, sparkly, movie-star golden boy, but he’d never even seemed to notice his appearance before. Even when England had pointed out that eating those [unprintable] burgers could quite possibly, maybe, be bad for one’s health the boy had brushed it off without another thought. (At least from what he’d seen)
But this Alfred. This Alfred walked into the room as if he were on the catwalk, thrusting out his hips, one hand holding his jacket over his shoulder, not even his blasted bomber jacket he so adored, but a nice jacket of Italian design from what Arthur could tell. His shirt dipped down low, hinting but not revealing. He was wearing slacks and they clung to his hips like water.
That carefree, wind-blown Hollywood blond walked straight up to Arthur, lifted up his chin and smiled. “Wanna be on top?”
Arthur’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground. He swallowed, thinking, “Yes.” But then the blond grinned and dropped his sexy model façade. “I just ( ... )
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P-poor England. America you huge tease! *kinda wants England to just drag him into the closest closet/toilet/office/anything and top the hell outta him* USUK isn't even really my pairing but oh damn these kinda fills.
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This line: That carefree, wind-blown Hollywood blond walked straight up to Arthur, lifted up his chin and smiled. “Wanna be on top?”
AHHH! *Faints* Love it!
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