[Part 10] Soprano (Austria, Liechtenstein, Switzerland) (1/2)
anonymous
June 6 2011, 13:04:49 UTC
Notes: Prompt was "I'm in need of a good, hard cry, anons. That being said, all I want, plain and simple is something downright heartbreaking." This may or may not fit.
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(She attempts to play piano. She bangs again and again on the keys, making some kind of cacophony. Frustrated, she struggles to understand the sheet music. It doesn't do her much good.
From outside the door, he winces a little, but smiles and leaves her to it.)
“What are you doing here?” Switzerland has not lowered his gun. Austria swallows and maintains composure.
“I merely wished to speak to you.”
Switzerland snorts. “It's been a long time since you've wanted to do that.”
“I know. I'm sorry.”
(She brushes her hair in the mirror. I don't look like anyone here, she muses. I look like that boy who was around when I was a baby. She barely remembers him, but she knows she looks like him. What happened to him?
She shakes her head. Nevermind.)“Don't care,” Switzerland answers. “Why are you here
( ... )
[Part 10] Soprano (Austria, Liechtenstein, Switzerland) (2/2)
anonymous
June 6 2011, 13:10:41 UTC
(She doesn't understand what's going on. She's been hungry and alone for months, and she has no idea where she is. She's in the alley again. She feels like she's dying, and tries to pretend that's not what it is.
She remembers a story Miss Hungary once told her (she heard it from Mr. Denmark). A young girl forced out into the harsh winter by her family, to do... something. She wished for things. Eventually, her beloved grandmother came and took her away.
Liechtenstein frowns. She's never had a grandmother. She more or less had a mother and father, but...
Perhaps the blond boy from when she was a baby will come for her.)
Switzerland snorts. “I doubt you care very much,” he says. “You just want to look like you didn't give them all up without a fight.”
“Were you paying any attention at all for the last-”
“That wasn't about them. At least, not the ones who needed you. It was about your own pride and glory. War usually is.”
(“Thank you, Mr. Switzerland,” the girl tells him. It still sort of disturbs him how kind and respectful she
( ... )
Band-Aids 6a/?
anonymous
June 21 2011, 00:35:11 UTC
Watching Hanatamago pull on her leash as they walked down the cold path in Riseberga park, Tino ignored the slight twinge of embarrassment at the thought of using his dog to meet someone. It was the best chance that he had. He didn’t think it was quite appropriate to use his position as Peter’s teacher to meet Berwald nor did he want to since he was aiming for- what? A casual meeting? He was flying in the dark but it didn’t matter
( ... )
Band-Aids 6b/? - notes
anonymous
June 21 2011, 00:39:40 UTC
AuthorNotes: Next part is up but I have some bad news. I’m going to have to put this story on hiatus. I’ve got an important exam in August that pretty much determines if I can keep my job and I’m getting more paranoid as the days creep by. I just can’t dedicate the amount of time that I should to this story right now. I’m so sorry OP. I thought I could handle all the work but I can’t. I’m not going to abandon the story though. But I probably won’t be able to update again until September. This may change depending on how well I start memorizing material but that’s where I am right now. I feel like a total heel and I’m really sorry about this. But failing my exam will cause some serious problems for me. @_@
Russia loves Amercia's eyes. He loves them very much. A bit too much.
Okay, so I would love to see a Russia/America fic containing eye licking and eye removal (only one eye, though - the right one preferably /picky) ♥
I would like it to start out like a nice (and by nice I mean bitchy and rough and hot considering the pairing) make out session ... gone horribly wrong.
Russia should lick the eye in question before the removal, freaking America as he holds his eyelids open :D
And the eye would be removed with bare hands. Russia gets terribly turned on by America's struggling.
And that’s when America realized that that didn’t make this time different at all. In fact, it made it very much the same. Russia put his fingers on America’s eyelids, smoothing over the skin.
“It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“It… it shouldn’t?”
“No,” he said.
“You act like you’ve done this before.”
“Maybe once or twice,” he said, kissing America’s eyebrow. With that closeness, America closed his eyes, his nose against Russia’s skin, and he breathed in his smell deeply. But Russia wasted no time and instead pulled down the lazy eye’s lower eyelid, the eye struggling to focus on what was right in front of it. “It’s cute.”
The breath wet his skin, but not as much as the tongue trailing down his eyelid past the ashes, onto the sclera, white and wide and exposed and -
“Oh God -”
“This would be easier if you stopped squirming.”
“You’re licking my eye“You love it.” He dug his hips closer to America’s, into the obvious growing arousal there
( ... )
Next, Russia tried to work the tip of his tongue underneath the eyelid. It was too big, but it it did manage to draw a throaty moan from America. The sort-of-thrashing never stopped - no matter how good the eyelicking felt, it was apparently impossible for America to get over the skincrawling feeling something so close to an eye caused
( ... )
Well England turns into Britannia Angel, I would like America to turn into Lady Liberty (wears something similar to the statue of libertys robe/crown) and his power is up to you!
Bonus: he turns into Fem!America Bonus 2: Britannia Angel thinks Lady Liberty is sexy as hell
Nation A and B get into a bad argument. Doesn't have to be screaming/rage bad, but more like an everyday issue that gets twisted out of whack. Nation A decides that he's had it and locks the bedroom door (or sleeps on the couch, if you prefer). Now, B has to win him back through awkward seduction.
Twist? Nation B is usually the tsundere ... uh, less eager one when it comes to bed.
I bookmarked this forever ago to fill with Spain/Romano, and just now realized someone started filling with France/Switzerland. >_<;; I hope the filler doesn’t mind my attempting this!Spain was an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot who was fucking stupid. Romano glared at the couch, never having felt more offended by a piece of furniture. This wasn’t the first night he’d been told to sleep here, oh no. Not even the second or the third. This was the fourth fucking night Romano
( ... )
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1b/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:05:41 UTC
Pretty girls were just pretty girls. Their soft curves and delicate features were meant to be appreciated and openly admired. They didn’t have hard muscles, and large hands, and a broad smile that made Romano’s heart skip a beat, and chapped lips that left tingles wherever they touched, and a resilience that allowed Romano to scratch and claw and grasp at their hair and skin without damaging them, and a large cock that stretched him and filled him until he was trembling with the overwhelming feeling of being completed
( ... )
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1c/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:08:36 UTC
Romano set his fork down and tried to put on a pleasant look. Judging by Spain’s somewhat disturbed expression, it wasn’t a very good pleasant look. “Ok,” Romano agreed. “Let’s go pick some fucking tomatoes.”
“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun
( ... )
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1d/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:10:45 UTC
Spain focused his attention on a tomato in front of him. After fitting it into the curve of his palm and squeezing with just the slightest bit of pressure to test its firmness, he sighed and turned back towards Romano. With a resigned smile, he nodded and grasped Romano’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. Romano sucked in a breath and his eyes grew dark as Spain pressed a light kiss to the end of one fingertip. Then meeting Romano’s gaze, Spain opened his mouth and sucked it inside. Romano made a strangled noise as the tight heat and wetness of Spain’s mouth surrounded his finger, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Spain sucked hard on it. Oh, fuck. He squirmed, his cock urging him to relocate Spain’s brilliant mouth to a lower region. Spain kept his lips a tight seal around Romano’s finger as he eased it out of his mouth again, making sure no drop of tomato juice remained on the warm skin
( ... )
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(She attempts to play piano. She bangs again and again on the keys, making some kind of cacophony. Frustrated, she struggles to understand the sheet music. It doesn't do her much good.
From outside the door, he winces a little, but smiles and leaves her to it.)
“What are you doing here?” Switzerland has not lowered his gun. Austria swallows and maintains composure.
“I merely wished to speak to you.”
Switzerland snorts. “It's been a long time since you've wanted to do that.”
“I know. I'm sorry.”
(She brushes her hair in the mirror. I don't look like anyone here, she muses. I look like that boy who was around when I was a baby. She barely remembers him, but she knows she looks like him. What happened to him?
She shakes her head. Nevermind.)“Don't care,” Switzerland answers. “Why are you here ( ... )
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She remembers a story Miss Hungary once told her (she heard it from Mr. Denmark). A young girl forced out into the harsh winter by her family, to do... something. She wished for things. Eventually, her beloved grandmother came and took her away.
Liechtenstein frowns. She's never had a grandmother. She more or less had a mother and father, but...
Perhaps the blond boy from when she was a baby will come for her.)
Switzerland snorts. “I doubt you care very much,” he says. “You just want to look like you didn't give them all up without a fight.”
“Were you paying any attention at all for the last-”
“That wasn't about them. At least, not the ones who needed you. It was about your own pride and glory. War usually is.”
(“Thank you, Mr. Switzerland,” the girl tells him. It still sort of disturbs him how kind and respectful she ( ... )
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Prompt is here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/19013.html?thread=67759429#t67759429
Second fill (my fill) parts 1-5 are here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/19013.html?thread=74921029#t74921029.
Parts 6 on will go from here.
Thank you.
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Russia loves Amercia's eyes. He loves them very much.
A bit too much.
Okay, so I would love to see a Russia/America fic containing eye licking and eye removal (only one eye, though - the right one preferably /picky) ♥
I would like it to start out like a nice (and by nice I mean bitchy and rough and hot considering the pairing) make out session ... gone horribly wrong.
Russia should lick the eye in question before the removal, freaking America as he holds his eyelids open :D
And the eye would be removed with bare hands. Russia gets terribly turned on by America's struggling.
Andrussiacomesinhispantsatthesightofoneeyedamerica /shot
Make it hot and creepy, anons ♥So, I didn't follow this request to the letter ( ... )
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“It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“It… it shouldn’t?”
“No,” he said.
“You act like you’ve done this before.”
“Maybe once or twice,” he said, kissing America’s eyebrow. With that closeness, America closed his eyes, his nose against Russia’s skin, and he breathed in his smell deeply. But Russia wasted no time and instead pulled down the lazy eye’s lower eyelid, the eye struggling to focus on what was right in front of it. “It’s cute.”
The breath wet his skin, but not as much as the tongue trailing down his eyelid past the ashes, onto the sclera, white and wide and exposed and -
“Oh God -”
“This would be easier if you stopped squirming.”
“You’re licking my eye“You love it.” He dug his hips closer to America’s, into the obvious growing arousal there ( ... )
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Well England turns into Britannia Angel, I would like America to turn into Lady Liberty (wears something similar to the statue of libertys robe/crown) and his power is up to you!
Bonus: he turns into Fem!America
Bonus 2: Britannia Angel thinks Lady Liberty is sexy as hell
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Nation A and B get into a bad argument. Doesn't have to be screaming/rage bad, but more like an everyday issue that gets twisted out of whack. Nation A decides that he's had it and locks the bedroom door (or sleeps on the couch, if you prefer). Now, B has to win him back through awkward seduction.
Twist? Nation B is usually the tsundere ... uh, less eager one when it comes to bed.
I bookmarked this forever ago to fill with Spain/Romano, and just now realized someone started filling with France/Switzerland. >_<;; I hope the filler doesn’t mind my attempting this!Spain was an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot who was fucking stupid. Romano glared at the couch, never having felt more offended by a piece of furniture. This wasn’t the first night he’d been told to sleep here, oh no. Not even the second or the third. This was the fourth fucking night Romano ( ... )
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“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun ( ... )
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