In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

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[anonymous]

Can I say and other France/Spain?
Antonio is lacking like hell in this kink meme!

1/?

[anonymous]

More often than not, Francis will find himself wandering around in cobble-stoned streets lined with laughter hanging from the rooftops of stone homes that come to be perpendicular to the cobblestones in the ground. He notices the cracks every so stone and wonders, could they be still standing? In his motherland they fill in the most minute cracks, filling in little imperfections, creating, in an entirety, a complete and intricate world filled to the brim with wine and roses and, hell, everything beautiful if he must say so himself. Or scream it on the top of the highest mountains, because he will. But here, these imperfections are basked in untamed sunlight-something, well, that would blemish the fair-skinned ladies of France, heaven forbid-and are no longer imperfections. It’s what has given the impression Spain has been quavering, no, lying, unmoving in it’s own weakness, defeat. It is different, though, they are not weak. Here with its lively staccatos of notes that shake the sun down, different with its people-there is no weakness

2/?

[anonymous]

C’est merveilleuxHe waits, feels that interrupting a prayer would be rude and unnecessary. Antonio is still going to be there afterwards anyways, so waiting three seconds wouldn’t hurt. He’s waited longer before. Upon opening eyes, he sees a familiar color-green jewels, olives, it was better, this was a different shade all together

3/?

[anonymous]

He bends his torso alluringly, slightly, toward him and his lips just graze his brow; it’s something a mother would’ve done to her child. Long fingers that pull back his hair, the color difference is wonderfully stunning, and Francis’s eyelashes are so blonde that you can barely see them against his skin, but against his eyes, some ocean-like blue, you could. They’re lying back, on a patch of the rye, and it flattens where they are sitting, but all around it stands, moving in slow steps to the sadness or maybe lively steps, Antonio can no longer tell from his angle.

“You like, non? ” With a swift flick of his fingers, much to how Antonio does, slightly, ever-so slightly, upwards past his thigh. He does not mind they’re out in the midday sun, always thinks they can hide in the field if someone comes up this way. There’s his shiver and glowering eyes as he tenses, but he’s silent still

Re: 3/?

[anonymous]

This fic would be getting really good if it didn't remind me so much of THIS one. D: What gives?

Re: 3/?

[anonymous]

ahh, crap. OTL
i'd never seen that one, shit. maybe i'll just rewrite or something.
that's what i get for not surfing the fandom first. sorry !

MHMM. REWRITE. 1/?

[anonymous]

note: same author as the last posted one, but i just found that my last one sounded too much like another person's fic. didn't know that, so i began to write something else. it's just a bit short, probably will continue

MHMM. REWRITE. 2/?

[anonymous]

“Too bad

Re: MHMM. REWRITE. 2/?

[anonymous]

i enjoy both of your versions. it's full of imagination, i love it. <3
i wish you continue.

Re: MHMM. REWRITE. 2/?

[anonymous]

Same here! FranceSpain is always welcomed 8D