It took a while but...Plottings and Petticoats (1/2)
anonymous
February 5 2009, 10:19:19 UTC
alrighty! This has a lot leading up to the smut main bit, but please read on! Also, first time writing smut (only ever done child fics) so please leave a comment if you read it!
Today was the day. Plans were set. It had been years coming, and now, it was time.
The Baltic brothers were escaping Russia. Nights of planning, tireless scheming on Lithuania’s part, smiling by day and plotting by night, had come to this. As the door swung shut Estonia and Lithuania breathed a sigh of relief. Latvia just shook. After looking at him for a while Lithuania concluded he could in fact be shaking with joy. But then again, it was hard to tell.
The plan was as rudiment as it was foolproof. Get Russia out, keep him out and do a runner. It was the who, where and the how that had been the hard part. In the end the plan had been perfected and then put on hold until international affairs called Russia away. And then, like a bad spy movie, they would don the outfits of the servants and escape to freedom.
Plottings and Petticoats (2/2)
anonymous
February 5 2009, 11:19:32 UTC
Squirming slightly, red flushed across Lithuania’s face and he attempted to pull the petticoats down slightly, laughing awkwardly, “Yeah…uh, I missed you too, huh.” Many long moments passed before Poland piped up again, in an awed tone. “May I…like, touch it?” A vein twitched slightly in Lithuania’s neck, which he took as a yes, and in a flurry he flew towards his friend, hands wrapping around his waist to access the bow at the back, tweaking it, before his hands ran up and down the details of the corset at the back. Eyes rolling back into his head slightly, Lithuania’s breathing grew shallower and faster, before he remembered his real reason for being there.
“But…Russia, are the gates protected? Are we safe? Do-” Worrying cut off, he found himself toppling backwards, ruffles flouncing around him as he was pushed onto the carpet, with Poland’s face just centimetres from his, blonde strands flicking into his eyes, they were that close. But again, his inner pessimist spoke up, to protest, not here, not now-! He got no further than “
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Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2)
anonymous
February 5 2009, 16:08:49 UTC
oh my god, Anon, thank you so much for this. *A* you're amazing.
Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home. ^ this line is probably one of the best lines ever written.
Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2) author
anonymous
February 7 2009, 11:00:18 UTC
^.^ I'm beginning to recognise anon's writings...i believe i have seen at least one of you before! Anyhoo anon is happy, i was kinda worried, i went from writing about five year olds to smut. It's probably obvious what else im the author of too...i have a really weird formal writing style
Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2) author
anonymous
February 7 2009, 11:13:53 UTC
Really? good gracious! I'm pretty certain i know you, you're the only one who follows lietpol and uses those little hearts! I'm unsure whether to enlighten you or to remain anon...
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http://i42.tinypic.com/24l7t5c.png
i hope you like it^^
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FFFFF SO GOOD
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alrighty! This has a lot leading up to the smut main bit, but please read on! Also, first time writing smut (only ever done child fics) so please leave a comment if you read it!
Today was the day. Plans were set. It had been years coming, and now, it was time.
The Baltic brothers were escaping Russia. Nights of planning, tireless scheming on Lithuania’s part, smiling by day and plotting by night, had come to this.
As the door swung shut Estonia and Lithuania breathed a sigh of relief. Latvia just shook. After looking at him for a while Lithuania concluded he could in fact be shaking with joy. But then again, it was hard to tell.
The plan was as rudiment as it was foolproof. Get Russia out, keep him out and do a runner. It was the who, where and the how that had been the hard part. In the end the plan had been perfected and then put on hold until international affairs called Russia away. And then, like a bad spy movie, they would don the outfits of the servants and escape to freedom.
Lithuania left the others to find his ( ... )
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Squirming slightly, red flushed across Lithuania’s face and he attempted to pull the petticoats down slightly, laughing awkwardly, “Yeah…uh, I missed you too, huh.”
Many long moments passed before Poland piped up again, in an awed tone. “May I…like, touch it?” A vein twitched slightly in Lithuania’s neck, which he took as a yes, and in a flurry he flew towards his friend, hands wrapping around his waist to access the bow at the back, tweaking it, before his hands ran up and down the details of the corset at the back.
Eyes rolling back into his head slightly, Lithuania’s breathing grew shallower and faster, before he remembered his real reason for being there.
“But…Russia, are the gates protected? Are we safe? Do-”
Worrying cut off, he found himself toppling backwards, ruffles flouncing around him as he was pushed onto the carpet, with Poland’s face just centimetres from his, blonde strands flicking into his eyes, they were that close. But again, his inner pessimist spoke up, to protest, not here, not now-!
He got no further than “ ( ... )
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Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home.
^ this line is probably one of the best lines ever written.
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poland/lithuania <3
two Baltic brothers, still dressed as a waiter and a stable boy. someone draw this for me, please! *_*
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but. still. writer!anon, you are my hero for this. ♥
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I still like that one the most, actually.
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