Not all the food sucks here...
anonymous
May 2 2009, 16:02:15 UTC
I want to see Arthur make good food for a change. Because, come on, not all of our food sucks! (Creme puffs are freaking delicious, damnit!) How else do you think we eat over here!
So, anyways, Arthur makes good food, which shocks the crap out of Alfred (*sigh* and maybe francis...geez), and he/they totally become so enamored that "bwah!" sexings occur...Must somehow involve said food item. I just want US to top, regardless...
The F Word [1/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 17:33:32 UTC
Anon had to fill this. Massive bonus points to anyone who gets the title, and the reference to it.
Whenever America popped round, it was bound to end in tears.
Well... not that England would ever let on. He usually just had a yell at him. Sure if they ended up debating something really serious, and a few insults got thrown, then there would be a little bit of sniffling echoing around the house for the next hour or so...
But it was mainly just yelling.
Which was why Francis was not surprised to hear all the way from his house England screaming at the top of his lungs about how much of an opinionated, nasty bastard America was.
“I’ll show you!” he bellowed as the US walked out the door, laughing and playing catch with a blackened scone, “I’ll show EVERYONE!!!As America continued to just laugh, England shook with anger
( ... )
The F Word [2/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 17:38:18 UTC
“Arthur?” America yelled, banging on the door, “Arthur, open up! Are you still upset about your food? I’m sorry you suck so bad, it’s not your fault! ... Sorta
( ... )
The F Word [3/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 17:43:28 UTC
“My God, Arthur! Did you actually make this!?” Alfred turned to look at the flushed Brit.
“Yes, I did,” Arthur replied, looking away.
“It’s... amazing,” Alfred breathed.
Arthur snapped his face back to look at him, “What?”
But America had continued tucking into his starter.
“Ifh amafingth,” Alfred repeated through a mouthful, “I cannofth beweeive fhis! Fwuck!”
“Don’t talk with your mouthful,” Arthur replied, indignantly, but he smiled in a self-satisfied matter, “And do eat a little more slowly, I have to go put the finishing touches to your main.”
Alfred took a gulp of wine and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, making Arthur roll his eyes and make muttered comments about uncouth Americans as he went back to the kitchen.
America’s chewing slowed for a moment as he watched the older nation leave. He hadn’t ever seen England look so... he flushed a delicate pink, handsome. And this side of him that could actually cook, and goddammit, cook well?Maybe it was the candlelight, maybe it was the suit, maybe it was the food, but Alfred
( ... )
The F Word [4/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 17:51:00 UTC
Opening his mouth, he placed the fork inside, teasing off the salmon, pastry and asparagus with his teeth, and arching up slightly to meet the fork as it left his mouth, catching the tips of the metal in his lips.
Alfred wanted to put on a bit of a show, but his next move was genuine. Colours and lights were flaring-up in his mouth and in his mind, and he let out a moan that made an already pink Briton flush a deep and incriminating red.
“Oh my GOD!” Alfred cried, turning to look at Arthur, who subconsciously leant back a little, startled by the look in the American’s eyes, “Arthur, oh, Arthur, this is glorious
( ... )
The F Word [5/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 17:56:36 UTC
“Would you like some dessert wine?” Arthur looked at a space of thin air just to the right of America’s face, trying not to flush too red again
( ... )
The F Word [6/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 18:04:00 UTC
He closed his lips so far around the end it was almost the handle, and he pulled it out slowly, painfully slowly, before pushing it back in again and twisting it over, leaning onto the table with his elbows as he pulled it out, swallowing the sweet and rich pudding
( ... )
The F Word [8/8]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 18:12:02 UTC
Colours and sounds got brighter, the taste of the honey and Arthur’s length became tangier and sweeter on his tongue, the world spun faster as he kept time to the rhythm of their unmistakable need, a release for this dreadful, heavenly tension, fingers slipping on the pre-cum that was slickening Arthur underneath his fingers
( ... )
HUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINAHUMINA...*you have left OP anon both exceedingly horny hungry, and have broken her brain with sheer hotness*
Holy mother of cheesecake, I love you! Marry me, anon!(oh, damn, no, I seriously am hungry now...I'll have what they were having...)
So, anyways, Arthur makes good food, which shocks the crap out of Alfred (*sigh* and maybe francis...geez), and he/they totally become so enamored that "bwah!" sexings occur...Must somehow involve said food item. I just want US to top, regardless...
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Whenever America popped round, it was bound to end in tears.
Well... not that England would ever let on. He usually just had a yell at him. Sure if they ended up debating something really serious, and a few insults got thrown, then there would be a little bit of sniffling echoing around the house for the next hour or so...
But it was mainly just yelling.
Which was why Francis was not surprised to hear all the way from his house England screaming at the top of his lungs about how much of an opinionated, nasty bastard America was.
“I’ll show you!” he bellowed as the US walked out the door, laughing and playing catch with a blackened scone, “I’ll show EVERYONE!!!As America continued to just laugh, England shook with anger ( ... )
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“Yes, I did,” Arthur replied, looking away.
“It’s... amazing,” Alfred breathed.
Arthur snapped his face back to look at him, “What?”
But America had continued tucking into his starter.
“Ifh amafingth,” Alfred repeated through a mouthful, “I cannofth beweeive fhis! Fwuck!”
“Don’t talk with your mouthful,” Arthur replied, indignantly, but he smiled in a self-satisfied matter, “And do eat a little more slowly, I have to go put the finishing touches to your main.”
Alfred took a gulp of wine and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, making Arthur roll his eyes and make muttered comments about uncouth Americans as he went back to the kitchen.
America’s chewing slowed for a moment as he watched the older nation leave. He hadn’t ever seen England look so... he flushed a delicate pink, handsome. And this side of him that could actually cook, and goddammit, cook well?Maybe it was the candlelight, maybe it was the suit, maybe it was the food, but Alfred ( ... )
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Alfred wanted to put on a bit of a show, but his next move was genuine. Colours and lights were flaring-up in his mouth and in his mind, and he let out a moan that made an already pink Briton flush a deep and incriminating red.
“Oh my GOD!” Alfred cried, turning to look at Arthur, who subconsciously leant back a little, startled by the look in the American’s eyes, “Arthur, oh, Arthur, this is glorious ( ... )
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Holy mother of cheesecake, I love you! Marry me, anon!(oh, damn, no, I seriously am hungry now...I'll have what they were having...)
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ffffff anon, that was hot!
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