Rome/Germania -- Goatshetalia_kinkDecember 3 2010, 03:40:19 UTC
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I'm requesting something humorous involving the above. Doesn't have to have smut, but smut would be nice.
Take flight 1/2
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:04:37 UTC
/shakes fist damn you prompter, I stayed up wayyy to late to finish this. thanks for such a delicous prompt, hope it satisfies
"Pleaaase, West, pleaaase? Just a quickie?"
"No! And keep your voice down!"
Germany looked around nervously, hoping that nobody had listened too closely. But no; everyone else in the line to the security check-point looked bored, stressed or a mixture of both. None appeared scandalized enough to have heard Prussia's filthy suggestion.
"And there's even a club for it and all! Man, you never want to do anything fun," his brother pouted.
"There is a great deal of difference between activities that are 'fun' and those likely to get us arrested!" Germany hissed.
"Excuse me, sir? Your passport, please?" the security man at the checkpoint said.
Feeling his ears burn, Germany handed over the passport while he tried to look proper and un-arrestable.
"Can't see any other reason to go through this shit," Prussia whined behind him when they continued towards the metal detectors. "We could have just walked to
( ... )
Take flight 3/4
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:08:56 UTC
"You actually showed up," Prussia said happily, not appearing in the least bothered by the cramped quarters. "You know what this reminds me of? Doing it in a submarine
( ... )
Rule Three [1/4]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 10:33:08 UTC
{A/N: Second anon from above. This distinctly lacks porn, but I've always wanted to play with a high school AU. And by always I mean since I graduated in May
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Rule Three [2/4]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 10:34:56 UTC
“Get off my bloody shin, you idiot,” Arthur hissed, kicking at the knee or elbow digging into his calf. The Closet wasn’t big enough for two seventeen year old boys to sit down, and various pieces of junk poked at and fell on them as they tried to untangle their legs in the dark.
“Ow! Watch your nails!”
“Don’t touch me! Your hands are fucking freezing!”
“Well stop feeling me up with your feet!”
After a short but vicious struggle, they gave up trying to stand, resigning themselves to being hopelessly knotted together and cramped into a space that was more appropriate for one person a decade younger than them. Arthur ended up with his feet resting on Alfred’s abdomen, one of Alfred’s legs folded beneath them at an uncomfortable angle while the other was caught between Arthur’s, cowboy boot propped against the wall behind Arthur’s back.
There was a thunk from Alfred’s direction. “My head hurts
( ... )
Rule Three [3/4]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 10:39:24 UTC
Arthur’s face burned, but instead of keeping up the banter, he found Al’s mouth with his own again so he could bite down on his bottom lip. Al groaned - in pain or desire, it was hard to tell - and pulled his lip away to suck at Arthur’s neck. Arthur clutched broad shoulders and tipped his head back
( ... )
HRE+Prussia; HRE feels like a failure of an older brother to Prussia and Prussia helps cheer him up
anonymous
December 3 2010, 03:57:09 UTC
IRL, Holy Roman Empire is significantly older than Prussia. Even if we’re talking Teutonic Knight!Prussia, HRE is a whopping 228 years older than him (he’s 565 years older if we’re talking nation!Prussia). I want to see HRE meeting his brand-new baby brother Prussia and being very sweet and protective towards him. However, as time passes, Prussia’s body ages as he progresses toward actual nationhood but HRE, since his kingdom wasn’t much more than a bunch of loosely connected nation-states, remains in child form. Prussia doesn’t really need his protection anymore and even if he did, HRE is too little to be of much help. He feels like a failure as an older brother. Prussia somehow figures out what’s bothering HRE and devises a way to make him feel like less of a failure. Maybe he gets together with a buddy and stages an elaborate fake kidnapping of himself which he allows HRE to save him from, or something… It’s up to anon really, but I like it fluffy and a little silly
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Reichsapfel [Part 1a/1]
anonymous
December 28 2010, 01:14:22 UTC
I, as the bloody idiot that I am, didn't think of the option of redownloading the file from my mail to my beta. So, here it is, sooner than expected! author!anon apologizes for the fail in this fic. Also, this turned out completely different from what you had in mind, OP, but I hope it's still okay.
He watched as Prussia stood by the window, watching his little bird fly away. He kind of had a lonely expression on his face.
And the Empire had never felt so much like a failure.
The little blond couldn’t bring himself to move from his spot on the settee, his eyes glued to his brother’s white head. His little brother.
If only he could have stood proudly behind him and enclosed him in strong arms, could have made him feel safe - but he couldn’t do that. The little Empire, the never aging Empire, the one who didn’t bind but was bound, by all the nations strong enough to support him. Prussia had been, for a long time, the elder brother in their family, bowing under him like the strongest knight bowed before a weak old king: fond,
( ... )
Reichsapfel [Part 1b/1]
anonymous
December 28 2010, 01:25:00 UTC
“Damn it, birdie, would you please hurry the fuck up, this is-” The small blonde strained to hear more, but his brother was mumbling, voice too low to catch. He didn’t notice the bird take off again until it was sitting on his head. It released what it had been holding and he felt the little object tumble off his head and land on the cushion beside him
( ... )
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I'm requesting something humorous involving the above. Doesn't have to have smut, but smut would be nice.
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The Nations discuss the many strange things France and his cock have done while in bed with them.
Bonus: Poland took his virginity and feels, like, totally shortchanged that he didn't get any strangeness.
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Prussia suggests it, Germany doesn't want to but eventually goes along.
Germany topping please.
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damn you prompter, I stayed up wayyy to late to finish this. thanks for such a delicous prompt, hope it satisfies
"Pleaaase, West, pleaaase? Just a quickie?"
"No! And keep your voice down!"
Germany looked around nervously, hoping that nobody had listened too closely. But no; everyone else in the line to the security check-point looked bored, stressed or a mixture of both. None appeared scandalized enough to have heard Prussia's filthy suggestion.
"And there's even a club for it and all! Man, you never want to do anything fun," his brother pouted.
"There is a great deal of difference between activities that are 'fun' and those likely to get us arrested!" Germany hissed.
"Excuse me, sir? Your passport, please?" the security man at the checkpoint said.
Feeling his ears burn, Germany handed over the passport while he tried to look proper and un-arrestable.
"Can't see any other reason to go through this shit," Prussia whined behind him when they continued towards the metal detectors. "We could have just walked to ( ... )
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Cramped space, total darkness, and seven minutes. Good luck, anons!
Bonus: Make it as smutty as possible.
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“Ow! Watch your nails!”
“Don’t touch me! Your hands are fucking freezing!”
“Well stop feeling me up with your feet!”
After a short but vicious struggle, they gave up trying to stand, resigning themselves to being hopelessly knotted together and cramped into a space that was more appropriate for one person a decade younger than them. Arthur ended up with his feet resting on Alfred’s abdomen, one of Alfred’s legs folded beneath them at an uncomfortable angle while the other was caught between Arthur’s, cowboy boot propped against the wall behind Arthur’s back.
There was a thunk from Alfred’s direction. “My head hurts ( ... )
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He watched as Prussia stood by the window, watching his little bird fly away. He kind of had a lonely expression on his face.
And the Empire had never felt so much like a failure.
The little blond couldn’t bring himself to move from his spot on the settee, his eyes glued to his brother’s white head. His little brother.
If only he could have stood proudly behind him and enclosed him in strong arms, could have made him feel safe - but he couldn’t do that. The little Empire, the never aging Empire, the one who didn’t bind but was bound, by all the nations strong enough to support him. Prussia had been, for a long time, the elder brother in their family, bowing under him like the strongest knight bowed before a weak old king: fond, ( ... )
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