An unusual little request.
anonymous
June 26 2009, 06:32:52 UTC
Nation A is drinking something very strong just to feel the burn of it. Nation B sees them completely caught up in their moment, they ask Nation A if they can try some, and Nation A lets them. Kisses get exchanged that taste like whatever they’ve been drinking.
Ideal examples for drinks are really strong coffee, balsamic vinegar (yep, straight from the bottle), or any kind of alcohol. Though if alcohol’s involved, anon would prefer the characters to be buzzed rather than drunk.
Character-wise, anything goes. But if you need some prompting, anon’s favourites are Russia, England, France, and Prussia.
I know it’s a strange request, but I think it might be pretty neat if it ends up being written.
Re: France and socks, eh? Ask and ye shall recieve.
anonymous
January 12 2011, 17:26:54 UTC
This story doesn't get all of its attention by having such a ridiculously tempting subject. No, that's just the half of it. Did you know a friend requested me to read it?
This mofo story is spreading by word of mouth! XD
Brilliant, firstie!anon, and I hope we get more France action (like the recaptcha says. o.O ) in these strange situations. XD
Aceto Balsamico [1/?]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 01:46:53 UTC
This is the anon who seconded, I just had to write another fill because I absolutely love this idea. Anon hopes OP likes it, even though the pairing is a bit strange.
It was late, way past midnight, and Romano was glad to finally come home. He had been out all day helping Spain with the harvest, and that bastard always knew how to tire him out. He really hated having to come home this late, because his brother had come home early and he hoped on spending an evening together.
That wasn’t going to happen, as he was sure his brother would be far away in dreamland by now, probably munching on some pasta. He stuck his key in the lock, only to find that it was already open. Raising an eyebrow in a somewhat suspicious manner, he pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind him.
He moved through the hallway down to the living room, on guard, his eyes scanning the moonlit furniture for anything that should be there but isn’t, or anyone that shouldn’t be there but is.
He didn’t see anything in particular, but he could hear something
( ... )
Aceto Balsamico [2/2]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 01:50:42 UTC
He shivered, and braced himself against the carpet to keep from falling over.
Prussia pulled back, smiling. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Slowly, still very much out of it, Romano nodded, his eyes stuck on the small trail of vinegar that dripped from the corner of Prussia’s mouth. The taller Nation took another large sip, and hovered above South, lowering himself slowly, almost sensually, as their lips met again.
This time, Romano welcomed the fluid instantly and its intensity sent him flying. It was everything and it was nothing, it was certainly not the balsamic vinegar he knew, this was..
This was sour and bitter, but that faltered, making place for a rich, sweet taste that sent sparks through his body and shivers up his spine. This was acid, thick, slow running acid but at the same time, it was red wine and Romano swallowed with his mouth open, letting the oxygen enhance the tastes even more, almost forgetting Prussia was even there until his tongue entered his mouth, moving slow and lazily, trying to hang on to the taste of the
( ... )
Re: Aceto Balsamico [2/2]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 02:54:04 UTC
OMG~ Prussia and Romano? Why hadn't this pairing cross my mind before? This is so freaking hot! Man, I'll never look at balsamic vinegar the same way ever again. Gosh!
Ok now that I've calmed down a bit... I really love the writing style and description you put in, especially when they both taste each other. It wasn't rushed, yet not too slow, just nice.
This is the anon who seconded you and love you for filling this.
Ideal examples for drinks are really strong coffee, balsamic vinegar (yep, straight from the bottle), or any kind of alcohol. Though if alcohol’s involved, anon would prefer the characters to be buzzed rather than drunk.
Character-wise, anything goes. But if you need some prompting, anon’s favourites are Russia, England, France, and Prussia.
I know it’s a strange request, but I think it might be pretty neat if it ends up being written.
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LOL
Thank you all, though, you fill my socks heart with joy.
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this is the first fic I've put online. xDDDD
but you're very sweet, anon. I may write more, then!
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This mofo story is spreading by word of mouth! XD
Brilliant, firstie!anon, and I hope we get more France action (like the recaptcha says. o.O ) in these strange situations. XD
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It was late, way past midnight, and Romano was glad to finally come home. He had been out all day helping Spain with the harvest, and that bastard always knew how to tire him out. He really hated having to come home this late, because his brother had come home early and he hoped on spending an evening together.
That wasn’t going to happen, as he was sure his brother would be far away in dreamland by now, probably munching on some pasta. He stuck his key in the lock, only to find that it was already open. Raising an eyebrow in a somewhat suspicious manner, he pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind him.
He moved through the hallway down to the living room, on guard, his eyes scanning the moonlit furniture for anything that should be there but isn’t, or anyone that shouldn’t be there but is.
He didn’t see anything in particular, but he could hear something ( ... )
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Prussia pulled back, smiling.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
Slowly, still very much out of it, Romano nodded, his eyes stuck on the small trail of vinegar that dripped from the corner of Prussia’s mouth. The taller Nation took another large sip, and hovered above South, lowering himself slowly, almost sensually, as their lips met again.
This time, Romano welcomed the fluid instantly and its intensity sent him flying. It was everything and it was nothing, it was certainly not the balsamic vinegar he knew, this was..
This was sour and bitter, but that faltered, making place for a rich, sweet taste that sent sparks through his body and shivers up his spine. This was acid, thick, slow running acid but at the same time, it was red wine and Romano swallowed with his mouth open, letting the oxygen enhance the tastes even more, almost forgetting Prussia was even there until his tongue entered his mouth, moving slow and lazily, trying to hang on to the taste of the ( ... )
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Ok now that I've calmed down a bit... I really love the writing style and description you put in, especially when they both taste each other. It wasn't rushed, yet not too slow, just nice.
This is the anon who seconded you and love you for filling this.
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I love the description and your writing style is just exquisite
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Also, this was incredibly hot. ♥
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