This is not the fic you're looking for... /jedi mind trick
anonymous
March 8 2009, 18:48:33 UTC
I don't think I read your request right. Oh well. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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“Alright, Francis, now what is so damned important that I had to get here right this instant? And why is it a matter of extreme urgency that I wear this ridiculous getup? And why is Matthew here wearing my dress?” Arthur motioned towards the younger man who was dressed in a white version of the ivory wedding gown Arthur was currently sporting.
Matthew gave him a wave and a weak smile from where they were standing in the parlour of Francis’ summer home.
“Arthur, tu est magnifique!” Francis rushed over to hug the protesting smaller man tightly, ignoring his questions. “Zis eez going to be perfection. Allez, allez!” The Frenchman pushed the two tulle-adorned men down a hallway and into a completely pitch black room.
“If you two would wait ‘ere, s’il vous plaît?” Frances said, either not hearing, or hearing and ignoring their protests as he shut the door behind him
( ... )
First thing first, he had to make his dress a little less cumbersome. He quickly stripped out of the tulle crinoline and tucked it under a bush. Then gathering the rest of the rustling ivory skirt, he draped it over his arm to prevent himself from tripping over the remaining fabric.
His ears pricked up at the sound of shouting that was growing alarmingly close. He began to run. Luckily, there were quite a few places he could probably hide, since Francis had modelled his manor after the palace of Versailles.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t even a minute later that he heard a robust clamouring. Apparently, the horde had found the underskirt. He frowned, realising in hindsight that he probably should have hidden it somewhere out of sight. Now, he was quite certain he would never make it to the hedge maze before they caught up to him. He needed somewhere to hide now“Psst! Arthur! In here
( ... )
Arthur relented and enveloped the head in his mouth, his tongue circling the tip sloppily. Alfred swore and thrust his hands into Arthur’s blond hair, but finding nothing to grip, instead dug his fingers into his skull. Arthur chuckled and ran his tongue down the side of Alfred’s cock, leaving a wet trail from tip to base, before pulling it towards Alfred’s stomach and nibbling softly at the skin on the sensitive underside
( ... )
Russia/Canada pt1
anonymous
March 8 2009, 19:01:11 UTC
MeanwhileMatthew tugged his dress away from a tree as he ran, every branch seemingly grown fingers to clutch at the fabric. He heard the crashing behind him, and deliberately kept off the well manicured trails, hoping that the underbrush would delay his pursuers as much as it was him
( ... )
Russia/Canada pt2
anonymous
March 8 2009, 19:07:57 UTC
“Ivan?” he asked, embarrassed that his voice squeaked slightly at the end as the tickling fingers moved to the sensitive skin of his inner knee
( ... )
Francis awoke, naked, in the middle of a forest, his hands cuffed behind his back in a pair of frilly pink handcuffs. He pursed his lips. It was not, believe it or not, the worst situation he had found himself in upon awakening. Also not for the first time, he didn’t really remember how he had exactly gotten there.
A note tacked to a tree fluttered in the breeze and caught his attention. Levering himself to his feet, he made his way over to see that the note was addressed to him. It was short and to the point.
Those handcuffs have been soaked in fox urine. I’ve been meaning to try out my new Remington. A.
The sound of baying could be heard faintly on the soft breeze that sprang up, and Francis paled.
Op here. This was SO MUCH MORE than I expected, and I adored every part of it a gigantic amount.
I know it was a tiny scene but I REALLY REALLY liked how you had Arthur and Canada interact: Most fanfiction make it out to be that Arthur cares little for Matthew (which I strongly disagree with) and the kind of supportive pep talk just totally fed my need for decent in-character Arthur/Matthew interaction. (RANT OVER)
Also, I lol'd at the entire concept and this entire fic was great and in-character and wonderful. Thank you for filling this, and doing such an epic job!
This... was EPIC. I cackled so hard through so many parts but for the majority of the fic I was fanning myself madly. This hit so many of my kinks and was so utterly hot and funny and in character. Thank you for writing it!
Crossing dressing.
Can be UK and Canada forced into drag, or all four of them cross dressing together.
France can come too.
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~*~
“Alright, Francis, now what is so damned important that I had to get here right this instant? And why is it a matter of extreme urgency that I wear this ridiculous getup? And why is Matthew here wearing my dress?” Arthur motioned towards the younger man who was dressed in a white version of the ivory wedding gown Arthur was currently sporting.
Matthew gave him a wave and a weak smile from where they were standing in the parlour of Francis’ summer home.
“Arthur, tu est magnifique!” Francis rushed over to hug the protesting smaller man tightly, ignoring his questions. “Zis eez going to be perfection. Allez, allez!” The Frenchman pushed the two tulle-adorned men down a hallway and into a completely pitch black room.
“If you two would wait ‘ere, s’il vous plaît?” Frances said, either not hearing, or hearing and ignoring their protests as he shut the door behind him ( ... )
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His ears pricked up at the sound of shouting that was growing alarmingly close. He began to run. Luckily, there were quite a few places he could probably hide, since Francis had modelled his manor after the palace of Versailles.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t even a minute later that he heard a robust clamouring. Apparently, the horde had found the underskirt. He frowned, realising in hindsight that he probably should have hidden it somewhere out of sight. Now, he was quite certain he would never make it to the hedge maze before they caught up to him. He needed somewhere to hide now“Psst! Arthur! In here ( ... )
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A note tacked to a tree fluttered in the breeze and caught his attention. Levering himself to his feet, he made his way over to see that the note was addressed to him. It was short and to the point.
Those handcuffs have been soaked in fox urine. I’ve been meaning to try out my new Remington.
A.
The sound of baying could be heard faintly on the soft breeze that sprang up, and Francis paled.
He began to run.
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I know it was a tiny scene but I REALLY REALLY liked how you had Arthur and Canada interact: Most fanfiction make it out to be that Arthur cares little for Matthew (which I strongly disagree with) and the kind of supportive pep talk just totally fed my need for decent in-character Arthur/Matthew interaction. (RANT OVER)
Also, I lol'd at the entire concept and this entire fic was great and in-character and wonderful. Thank you for filling this, and doing such an epic job!
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I loved it anon, especially UK in this.
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