…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail ___
She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm
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Re: Just That Good [Final]
anonymous
June 8 2009, 03:12:41 UTC
Fffff. ANOOOOOOOOOOON.
I. I just. I loved this fill. Joining the party of anons who found themselves grinning at the screen like idiots at the end. Seriously, you went for certain characterizations, you stuck to them, and it worked beautifully. The sex itself read as much more...real (?) than in an average kink meme fic, and I really, really appreciated that. Also, it was really hot.
Re: Just That Good [Omake]
anonymous
June 8 2009, 03:28:12 UTC
Anon, you are like a gift that never stops giving. No. You are ...Just That Good.
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OTL oh god shoot me that was horrible. I'm sorry.
But I really did love this, every single part, from beginning to end, waiting impatiently for the next one and the next one always so delicious. ...I ...kind of want to write fanfic of your fanfic, if that makes sense. About Mexico being America's first lover....geh. I'm sorry, I feel so presumptuous...
Re: Just That Good [Omake]
anonymous
June 8 2009, 06:35:47 UTC
Just read this all in one go, author!anon--and since this is all anonymous, I don't mind telling you that you got me there multiple times in the reading. As others have said, I adore the realism here, England's doubts and anxieties and past experiences. And Alfred, oh Alfred--utter love. Even better than the sex, for me, was the way he trusted England with France. That, seriously, is a turn on. Fabulous, Anon! ♥
…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail
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She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm ( ... )
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I. I just. I loved this fill. Joining the party of anons who found themselves grinning at the screen like idiots at the end. Seriously, you went for certain characterizations, you stuck to them, and it worked beautifully. The sex itself read as much more...real (?) than in an average kink meme fic, and I really, really appreciated that. Also, it was really hot.
Thanks a billion for this fantastic fill, anon. ♥
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She's fetching punch for them when she sees two hands plant themselves on the table in front of her; she blinks and turns to look into France's face.
"Good evening, Angleterre," he murmurs, the words rolling off his tongue like water ( ... )
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Oh France. : D
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(and sort of jealous yet trusting is so CUUTE!)
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OTL oh god shoot me that was horrible. I'm sorry.
But I really did love this, every single part, from beginning to end, waiting impatiently for the next one and the next one always so delicious. ...I ...kind of want to write fanfic of your fanfic, if that makes sense. About Mexico being America's first lover....geh. I'm sorry, I feel so presumptuous...
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