Sleeping With The Enemy (1/4)
anonymous
August 21 2010, 07:19:23 UTC
OP, I've got a little present for you. Might not be exactly what you wanted but I try, I really try. If you wanted something more moe, I can't help you-just saying that this fill reads nothing like moe and everything like PAIN. I just wanted to write a non-moe Tino. A bad Tino.
I'll be filling this in four parts over the next few days.This was for her beloved's own good. Maybe it was delusion, maybe it was truth, but Belarus believed it so wholly it could only ever be the former
( ... )
Sleeping With The Enemy (1/4)
anonymous
August 21 2010, 07:20:07 UTC
He'd been spending every waking moment training, buffering, anything to prepare himself for the carnage they both knew was going to come sooner or later. And with his questionable choice of alliances considered, the sight of one of Russia's sisters in his presence was probably a bad idea. Unless he was going to murder her, of course.
But nothing was being fought over at the moment. Only on a technicality, but it would have to be a technicality Belarus could cling to.
“Anything, I suppose.”
Her voice was hollow.
She'd meant to say that she needed that puerile rush that a child got when they did something naughty. Or, perhaps, for something, anything so that Russia could see what she'd done. Because she didn't have his love. She didn't even have his acknowledgement, for the first time in years. Those goddamned Balts had everything of him.
Everything.
Belarus opened her mouth to speak and clarify.
“My brother loves me,” she began, voice vibrating like icicles in a cave, “this I know. And don't think I appreciate for a second what
( ... )
For some reason I think it's Burning Bright (The America/Belarus fill also set during WWII that was also shameless smut. If so, then hai, fellow partner in crime.)
Friction and Sparks [3a]
anonymous
October 26 2010, 02:51:08 UTC
…Authornon should probably start groveling, shouldn’t she? *cries* Uhm…please enjoy orz I apologize again. Warnings for excessive flashbacks, guilt!sex and Francis comparing current Matt with little!Matt. Not shota, more of thinking about little!Matt at random times? …It’ll make sense, I promise orz.Francis found Alfred shortly after Yorktown was done and over with; the lad’s smile was wide, his face a reflection of the sky, the ocean, the vast land that he’d yet to explore. Most of all, it was a reflection of freedom. The Frenchman couldn’t help but smile as he pulled his other son into a brief hug, “I am proud of you, Alfred
( ... )
Friction and Sparks [3b]
anonymous
October 26 2010, 02:53:19 UTC
“Oh…oh, wow, I’m sorry. I meant to be awake in case you woke up.” There he went again, apologizing for such random things. Francis fought down the urge to shudder and settled instead with a lightly teasing sigh.
“For shame, Matthieu…making your papa worry so.”
“Oh shove off.” Matt mumbled, carefully pushing himself up from the desk. There was no bite in his voice, but Francis still cringed at the unmistakable English accent creeping into his tone. He knew it was inane; the Canadian’s accent was hardly the same as Arthur’s, though it wasn’t as drastically different as Alfred’s was. He still had a bit of his French accent as well, though it was mostly drowned by the English…it didn’t help that those were words that Arthur was prone to using. The Frenchman shook his head a few times, forcing his attention back to the blind country. He quirked an amused brow as Matt swayed for a few moments before moving to join him.
“Do you need help, cher“Nah, I got it…or I will as soon as I find my glasses and get into a bed. Did you see where they
( ... )
US + UK Bromance. No deep angsting, no pining for the other. Just straight out platonic bromance.
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I wasn't sure what exactly OP expected for a "bromance", but this randomly came to me after watching my little brother act like an idiot with his friends. It's not much, but hopefully OP enjoys!
I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker - 1/3
anonymous
August 21 2010, 22:02:31 UTC
“What the hell is this?” was Arthur’s pleasant greeting as he walked into Alfred’s house and saw the boy bent over a plastic guitar, one foot propped heroically up on a footstool, tongue poking out of his mouth, as the music surged and lights blinked and spasmed quick enough to give Arthur an epileptic shock on the television.
Alfred didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Oh hey, Arthur! ‘S’up?”
Arthur made a noise of non-commitment and slammed the door behind him, though the sound was barely heard over the pulsing surge of guitar riffs and clicking plastic buttons Alfred kept slamming in his quest to beat his game.
“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” Alfred said, only sounding a little distracted, the colored chords reflecting in his glasses as his fingers danced between red, green, orange, then back to green, then blue, then blue and green together.
“Is that so?” Arthur asked, setting down his briefcase on the table and trying to ignore the screeching coming from the television. “I recall that I was meant to come here
( ... )
I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker - 2/2 (counting is not for rock stars)
anonymous
August 21 2010, 22:03:28 UTC
“Do your worst!”
“Hmph,” Arthur said, and scrolled through the selections of songs.
“Have you played this before? Don’t lose!”
“I have too played this before,” Arthur snapped. “At the Christmas party last year-you just don’t remember because you were drunk off your arse.”
“Ha ha, oh yeah-I remember I woke up in Mattie’s hall closet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur said, and then squinted at the television screen as his song opened up, preparing for the onslaught of chords. “Prepare to be schooled, by the way.”
France is not having a good day, and rarely does Denmark marching up to him make it better.
Especially if Denmark is marching up to him followed by a veritable posse. Dieu, one would think France has done something wrong.
He can see that this posse consists of Monaco, Poland, and Hungary. Briefly the frightening thought crosses France’s mind that this has to do with finances, but none of them look particularly ill, so that cannot be it.
Denmark reaches him and clears his throat: “France. We need to talk.”
France is faced away from them because he is currently getting the coffee he thought his room service would have brought up to him this morning, before the conference. He was so tired he did not even get to make one advance on England for pure laughs. No wonder the tea-sucker looked so happy afterward
( ... )
you sexy thing, you (1b/?)
anonymous
August 22 2010, 04:25:28 UTC
Unsurprisingly, everyone follows.
France feels rather flattered at the center of attention as he fumbles with his keycard in the slot to his room. Moreover, he is wickedly excited to finally reveal half a century of hard work. He had been saving it for a more auspicious occasion, such as England’s birthday, but this will do well enough. France would be lying if he didn’t admit he is a bit impatient about these things.
They all file in behind him, with Denmark closing the door at the back.
“Ew,” Poland sniffs around with a wrinkled nose: “It smells like cheap hooker in here.”
“You mean like how you smell all the time, huh?” Hungary jabs playfully.
Poland grins and swats her hand away half-heartedly. France distracts himself by rummaging through his suitcase, which is not as organized as when he packed it, admittedly. Finally he resurfaces with the album gripped tightly in his hand.
Monaco frowns: “I’ve seen that one, before. What’s that got to do with England?”
“A lot of things, cherie,” says France as he sinks into the bed,
( ... )
Re: you sexy thing, you (1b/?)
anonymous
August 22 2010, 04:49:47 UTC
Oh wow, this is going to be awesome. >:D I like your France, but Hungary and Poland stole the here, I think. I mean, first of all Poland calling anyone gay is fucking hilarious, but I kind of want to see awesome Poland-Hungary hijinks, too. Heh, I can't wait to "see" those pictures of England, either. Although maybe someone out there with actual art skills will be able to draw whatever you describe? I can always hope, anyway! <3
Overcharge (2/?)
anonymous
August 23 2010, 00:44:07 UTC
Glaring and attempting to intimidate his way through the surge of curious attendees and wannabe celebrity reporters didn't work as well on common, unaware humans as it did their nations. Most just glared right back at him, sniffing at his 'rudeness' before planting their feet and turning back to the scene in the center of the room. The Russian foreign minister seemed to pause for a moment, translators trying to interpret the reason for the gift before the man simply delved into the gift, unwrapping it while reporters and photographers surged forward, snapping pictures of the woman's nervous pride
( ... )
Re: Overcharge (2/?)
anonymous
August 26 2010, 16:42:56 UTC
Ooooh, this looks very promising! I find it interesting that they find a thrill in their face-offs, though, considering the prompt. And what about their former friendship, in the 1800s? Do they remember it? They hit it off rather well then, it shouldn't be surprising that they make friends again, without their baggage to stop them. let's hope they don't stumble over history books, thoughXD
Russia is also interesting and more childish that America here, since he pushes for a confrontation. I can't wait to see the next chapter, authoranon!
Authoranon is gleeful over 1st comment~
anonymous
August 28 2010, 04:35:59 UTC
XD Thank you! I'll try to keep it enthralling~ Well, I know I get a kick out of watching a COld-War-generation Russian and American guys go at it. Anthony Bordane does it often and the go-between the two of them is hilarious XD SO I guess I just think that they would have a fun time trying to best each other *coughspaceracecough*
All will be revealed soon~~ I personally like making Russia just as childish as America, because they really are just big kids XD that's what makes the cold war so scary I think D: America was pretty snarky too, I been he brushed off the guy he was supposed to be repairing relations with!
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I'll be filling this in four parts over the next few days.This was for her beloved's own good. Maybe it was delusion, maybe it was truth, but Belarus believed it so wholly it could only ever be the former ( ... )
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He'd been spending every waking moment training, buffering, anything to prepare himself for the carnage they both knew was going to come sooner or later. And with his questionable choice of alliances considered, the sight of one of Russia's sisters in his presence was probably a bad idea. Unless he was going to murder her, of course.
But nothing was being fought over at the moment. Only on a technicality, but it would have to be a technicality Belarus could cling to.
“Anything, I suppose.”
Her voice was hollow.
She'd meant to say that she needed that puerile rush that a child got when they did something naughty. Or, perhaps, for something, anything so that Russia could see what she'd done. Because she didn't have his love. She didn't even have his acknowledgement, for the first time in years. Those goddamned Balts had everything of him.
Everything.
Belarus opened her mouth to speak and clarify.
“My brother loves me,” she began, voice vibrating like icicles in a cave, “this I know. And don't think I appreciate for a second what ( ... )
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For some reason I think it's Burning Bright (The America/Belarus fill also set during WWII that was also shameless smut. If so, then hai, fellow partner in crime.)
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Placeholder for the France/Canada falling in love fill from part 12~!
Original request and parts 1a-2d are here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15068.html?thread=43131612#t43131612
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“For shame, Matthieu…making your papa worry so.”
“Oh shove off.” Matt mumbled, carefully pushing himself up from the desk. There was no bite in his voice, but Francis still cringed at the unmistakable English accent creeping into his tone. He knew it was inane; the Canadian’s accent was hardly the same as Arthur’s, though it wasn’t as drastically different as Alfred’s was. He still had a bit of his French accent as well, though it was mostly drowned by the English…it didn’t help that those were words that Arthur was prone to using. The Frenchman shook his head a few times, forcing his attention back to the blind country. He quirked an amused brow as Matt swayed for a few moments before moving to join him.
“Do you need help, cher“Nah, I got it…or I will as soon as I find my glasses and get into a bed. Did you see where they ( ... )
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US + UK Bromance. No deep angsting, no pining for the other. Just straight out platonic bromance.
~~~
I wasn't sure what exactly OP expected for a "bromance", but this randomly came to me after watching my little brother act like an idiot with his friends. It's not much, but hopefully OP enjoys!
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Alfred didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Oh hey, Arthur! ‘S’up?”
Arthur made a noise of non-commitment and slammed the door behind him, though the sound was barely heard over the pulsing surge of guitar riffs and clicking plastic buttons Alfred kept slamming in his quest to beat his game.
“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” Alfred said, only sounding a little distracted, the colored chords reflecting in his glasses as his fingers danced between red, green, orange, then back to green, then blue, then blue and green together.
“Is that so?” Arthur asked, setting down his briefcase on the table and trying to ignore the screeching coming from the television. “I recall that I was meant to come here ( ... )
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“Hmph,” Arthur said, and scrolled through the selections of songs.
“Have you played this before? Don’t lose!”
“I have too played this before,” Arthur snapped. “At the Christmas party last year-you just don’t remember because you were drunk off your arse.”
“Ha ha, oh yeah-I remember I woke up in Mattie’s hall closet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur said, and then squinted at the television screen as his song opened up, preparing for the onslaught of chords. “Prepare to be schooled, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m so scared over here ( ... )
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You Sexy Thing, You.
France is not having a good day, and rarely does Denmark marching up to him make it better.
Especially if Denmark is marching up to him followed by a veritable posse. Dieu, one would think France has done something wrong.
He can see that this posse consists of Monaco, Poland, and Hungary. Briefly the frightening thought crosses France’s mind that this has to do with finances, but none of them look particularly ill, so that cannot be it.
Denmark reaches him and clears his throat: “France. We need to talk.”
France is faced away from them because he is currently getting the coffee he thought his room service would have brought up to him this morning, before the conference. He was so tired he did not even get to make one advance on England for pure laughs. No wonder the tea-sucker looked so happy afterward ( ... )
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France feels rather flattered at the center of attention as he fumbles with his keycard in the slot to his room. Moreover, he is wickedly excited to finally reveal half a century of hard work. He had been saving it for a more auspicious occasion, such as England’s birthday, but this will do well enough. France would be lying if he didn’t admit he is a bit impatient about these things.
They all file in behind him, with Denmark closing the door at the back.
“Ew,” Poland sniffs around with a wrinkled nose: “It smells like cheap hooker in here.”
“You mean like how you smell all the time, huh?” Hungary jabs playfully.
Poland grins and swats her hand away half-heartedly. France distracts himself by rummaging through his suitcase, which is not as organized as when he packed it, admittedly. Finally he resurfaces with the album gripped tightly in his hand.
Monaco frowns: “I’ve seen that one, before. What’s that got to do with England?”
“A lot of things, cherie,” says France as he sinks into the bed, ( ... )
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Russia is also interesting and more childish that America here, since he pushes for a confrontation. I can't wait to see the next chapter, authoranon!
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All will be revealed soon~~ I personally like making Russia just as childish as America, because they really are just big kids XD that's what makes the cold war so scary I think D: America was pretty snarky too, I been he brushed off the guy he was supposed to be repairing relations with!
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