Russia/America/Italy/Germany (Chose a pairing from this batch I'm not picky)
beating the shit out of eachother to the point where one can barely move. Completely one sided fight, I don't care who wins, I just want the loser to be completely defeated.
Seeing how this is a kink meme it can lead to sex. Or not, I'm not a picky anon.
Creepy request is creepy
Oman I hope this isn't a rerequest I haven't had enough time to go through the entire meme
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family. [3/3]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 14:25:53 UTC
Ohmygod. OP, you just made my (really crappy) day. Seriously, I usually don't like to see Russia bottoming, but Italy was so awesome and made of badasserry, and GRKINGGSDLKNSDFF OP I TOTALLY WANT TO DRAW THIS AND MAKE THIS INTO A COMIC. PLEASE?
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family. [3/3]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 14:53:13 UTC
Um, I fail and was reffering to Writer!OP. Need to get my terms right. D8 That aside, thank you, the comic/doujinshi is in the works ^^ I'll probably unanon myself and post it on the Hetalia LJ comm tho
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family. [3/3]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 15:15:16 UTC
I look forward to seeing it! =D Will you post here and lemme know when it's up, just in case I miss it? Sometimes I forget to check for non-scanlation-things (IS A BAD FAN IN THAT WAY I GUESS).
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, They're Family. [3/3]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 17:08:28 UTC
(just as a general "lol fyi" thing, OP means the original poster of the request that started the thread--people usually call the people who fill the requests writer or writer!anon, or artist or artist!anon if it's a, you know, art fill, lulz.)
Apologies to OP for hijacking the thread! At least you get more violence, right?
France didn't cook for himself, of course; he had someone for that. But when he heard that the girl in the kitchen was preparing coq au vin with wine from Jura, something in him had snapped. He'd pushed her aside, turned up his sleeves, and prepared the mirepoix of carrots, celery, onions, and minced garlic himself. He exiled the girl to mix the roux and gather the bouquet garni with an expression of stormy displeasure
( ... )
If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [2/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 16:48:35 UTC
anon can't count
France was better at this than Russia. When he came to, his mouth tasting like blood and cotton, his arms gone numb, he realized immediately that he was tied to a chair. He didn't bother to open his eyes until he'd worked some spit into his mouth and swallowed thickly. He didn't hurt too much, so they hadn't beaten him (whoever they were) but he couldn't feel his fingers, and he was cold, so he'd been here at least an hour. Lifting his head sent the most extraordinary stab of pain through his neck. At least two or three hours.
It was a small apartment. Not much furnished. A light was on in the next room, and five Italians were playing cards around a table. The one facing in towards France's room blinked slowly at him, and gestured to the man across the table.
"E sveglio," France heard.
"Ah? Buon." The Italian in the best suit folded out of the game and stood. He flicked a long curl back from his face. France gaped a moment before Italy turned, met his eyes, and smiled
( ... )
If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [3/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 16:54:36 UTC
"Je t'emmerde!" France shouted. "Tu derailles!"
"You crossed the line." Italy's eyes narrowed. He flipped the switchblade and pushed the tip into the soft hollow under France's chin. France snapped his head as far back as it would go, braced into the chair, but Italy kept wiggling the knife and he felt a trickle of blood slide down his neck and seep into his collar, and the warm blossom of pain spread from his side all the way to his teeth. "You, ah, hurt me. You hurt the person I care about most. It wasn't nice." Francis sucked in air raggedly as Italy stepped away. He put the knife on the table. France lurched against his bonds, but a flare of pain from his side curled him back. He glared, murder in his eyes, as Italy calmly unbuttoned the jacket of his expensive suit and shrugged it from his shoulders. He folded it across the back of a chair.
"France should think about how his actions affect others."
"You stupid slut," he snarled. "That was Russia more than me! Listen to--ahh--listen to me! Tu deconnes ou quoi? You're
( ... )
If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 16:59:16 UTC
"Mm, but you will." Italy thrust the bent side of the pipe into France's chest. He coughed up a spew of blood. "Because I could drug your food again whenever I wanted. Or replace your driver!" He swung and connected with France's knee. A shattering split him from hip to ankle. "Or just get one of my friends out there to cut your traitor's throat in your sleep." He flipped the pipe so the faucet faced the floor, and brought it down hard on France's foot. There was a sickening sound like a shovel smacking wet cement, and France greyed out of the world for a few seconds and when he came back to it he was screaming
( ... )
Re: If You'd Kill For Them, Part 2 [4/4]
anonymous
February 9 2009, 17:21:15 UTC
YES I WOULD BE INTERESTED.
JESUS BLEEDING CHRIST ON A STICK ANON.
Mafitalia is glorious. I'll admit I had less pity for Russia, so it was easier to take last time. I have a soft spot for France, so this stung like burning.
Gaaah you do NOT make-a the trouble for Italy's famiglia.
beating the shit out of eachother to the point where one can barely move. Completely one sided fight, I don't care who wins, I just want the loser to be completely defeated.
Seeing how this is a kink meme it can lead to sex. Or not, I'm not a picky anon.
Creepy request is creepy
Oman I hope this isn't a rerequest I haven't had enough time to go through the entire meme
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mafia!Italy just turned me on, so much. there needs to be more fic of this. <3333 ilu anon~
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F5ing this like crazy. I wanna see next part and pic!
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Apologies to OP for hijacking the thread! At least you get more violence, right?
France didn't cook for himself, of course; he had someone for that. But when he heard that the girl in the kitchen was preparing coq au vin with wine from Jura, something in him had snapped. He'd pushed her aside, turned up his sleeves, and prepared the mirepoix of carrots, celery, onions, and minced garlic himself. He exiled the girl to mix the roux and gather the bouquet garni with an expression of stormy displeasure ( ... )
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France was better at this than Russia. When he came to, his mouth tasting like blood and cotton, his arms gone numb, he realized immediately that he was tied to a chair. He didn't bother to open his eyes until he'd worked some spit into his mouth and swallowed thickly. He didn't hurt too much, so they hadn't beaten him (whoever they were) but he couldn't feel his fingers, and he was cold, so he'd been here at least an hour. Lifting his head sent the most extraordinary stab of pain through his neck. At least two or three hours.
It was a small apartment. Not much furnished. A light was on in the next room, and five Italians were playing cards around a table. The one facing in towards France's room blinked slowly at him, and gestured to the man across the table.
"E sveglio," France heard.
"Ah? Buon." The Italian in the best suit folded out of the game and stood. He flicked a long curl back from his face. France gaped a moment before Italy turned, met his eyes, and smiled ( ... )
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"You crossed the line." Italy's eyes narrowed. He flipped the switchblade and pushed the tip into the soft hollow under France's chin. France snapped his head as far back as it would go, braced into the chair, but Italy kept wiggling the knife and he felt a trickle of blood slide down his neck and seep into his collar, and the warm blossom of pain spread from his side all the way to his teeth. "You, ah, hurt me. You hurt the person I care about most. It wasn't nice." Francis sucked in air raggedly as Italy stepped away. He put the knife on the table. France lurched against his bonds, but a flare of pain from his side curled him back. He glared, murder in his eyes, as Italy calmly unbuttoned the jacket of his expensive suit and shrugged it from his shoulders. He folded it across the back of a chair.
"France should think about how his actions affect others."
"You stupid slut," he snarled. "That was Russia more than me! Listen to--ahh--listen to me! Tu deconnes ou quoi? You're ( ... )
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JESUS BLEEDING CHRIST ON A STICK ANON.
Mafitalia is glorious. I'll admit I had less pity for Russia, so it was easier to take last time. I have a soft spot for France, so this stung like burning.
Gaaah you do NOT make-a the trouble for Italy's famiglia.
(Here, have my firstborn)
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I know, right? I felt genuine guilt for doing this to France. ._.
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Anon, you are AMAZING ;____;
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