Anonymous wrote:{Psst you didn’t say fluff or fuck so…}
Alfred grinned at Matthew, who tried to hold down the front of the skirt he was forced to wear. “Mattie, have I ever told you hat you have perfect legs. Just look at yourself! Those legs.” Alfred got up from his desk, making his way over to the Canadian, stroking up his thigh. “The skirt is short.” Matthew said blushing as he looked away from the mirror.
Alfred laughed and kissed at Matthew’s neck, rubbing his thighs more, before he moved up his body, unbutton a button near the chest and rubbing at his nipples. “Alfred…please. We’re in school.” Alfred grinned and pinched Matthew’s nipples, making Matthew cry out.
“Sorry I couldn’t hear you over your cute voice~ Come on Mattie. Isn’t it exciting that someone could find us? I think it is. So I think it’d be best if you keep your voice down, well if you can manage that.”
Anonymous wrote:Arthur sat under a tree, the leaves drooping down to shade him and his lover. He was drinking tea, Lady Grey as it was a calming taste. He had made scones, desperately trying to make them delicious and even went as far as having Francis help make them. They weren’t burnt and the taste was fine something different but not unpleasant.
He set off a cup to the side and a small dish, with two scones on it. “Isn’t it a lovely day today, Alfred? The weather finally cleared up. I was getting tired of it raining so much. It was too muggy and bloody hot, right?”
Arthur looked down at his cup of tea, sobbing a bit into it. “Drat..I ruined a perfectly good cup of tea.” He said looking over to the grave diagonal of him. “You’re probably laughing at me right now, aren’t you? You’re so cruel. Cruel for leaving me all alone.”
ilovemyfatcat replied to your post: Psst you guys should give me requests.
Present day- Alfred finds out that Peter is his and Arthur’s love child! UsUk
“Alfred…I have something to tell you.” Arthur licked his lips out of nervous habit and scratched at his hand. “Please don’t hate me for this, but Peter…he’s our son.” Alfred looked up from his magazine and blinked at Arthur. Surely the Briton must have been drunk or even high.
“Artie what are you talking about?” The Brit looked into Alfred’s eyes when they came into contact. “Peter, he is our son! Don’t you remember that night? It turns out I had gotten pregnant after that and I didn’t want you to see me. Sure you would have just said I was fat but that is beside the point, Peter is ours. He has your eyes.”
Alfred made a face and got up from his chair. He went to his Ipod radio and selected a song. He fast forward a bit into the song. “She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me. Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)♫” Alfred frowned and shook his head at the new development. “Arthur Kirkland is not my lover, he’s just a dude who claims that I am the one, but the kid is not my son.” Alfred sang in denial.
The next day Arthur killed himself because Alfred didn’t accept his responsibility and Peter was sent to an orphanage.
pyromaniacqueen replied to your post: Psst you guys should give me requests.
i’ll take you up on the Ukraine’s vagina. can we get some GerKraine up in here? like.. either of their brothers walking in on them being intimate :D please
“Hush liebling, you have to keep your voice down. You don’t want someone to walk in on us, unless you enjoy that.” Ludwig kissed at Katyusha’s neck, sucking at the flesh but not hard enough to leave a mark. Katyusha’s body felt as if it were aflame, her hands pressed against the wall, keeping herself up, as she moaned out. “P-Please, don’t say such lewd things!”
Ludwig grinned as he pulled out for a moment, turning the Ukrainian over so they were facing one another, a passionate kiss was exchanged, before Ludwig lifted her up and slammed her against the wall. She let out a wince as Ludwig, drove back into her. Katyusha, gripped the German’s shoulders, crying out as his thrusts became harder and harder.
A creak and the door was open. Gilbert looked horrified that he found his younger brother in mid-coitus with the Russian’s older sister. Ivan was also there, standing in the doorway, looking into the room at the closet they were in.
Ludwig stopped and looked over at his brother and Ivan. Katyusha, a panting mess, looked over to the side with her eyes half lidded and clouded with lust. The Ukrainian’s eyes went wide laying them on Gilbert and Ivan. “B-Brother!”
Ivan stepped back from the doorway and shuddered as he left the room completely, throwing up outside. Gilbert turned his back on Ludwig. “At least you ain’t gay and you bagged a MILF. Good work but gross.”
acidicfacepaint replied to your post: Psst you guys should give me requests.
cucan fluff. canada is an amputee and cuba ends up taking care of him,.:U
Matthew hated having to have people do things for him, but he knew he had to get used to it. Having no arms made things difficult and frustrating, but his nurse was there. He was a wonderful man that was there no matter what. Carlos always had a smile on his face and whenever Matthew was upset, he’d do silly things to make him smile.
Carlos bathed him, clothed him and fed him. A twenty-four hour indoor nurse that Matthew came to regard as family. Their relationship however blossomed into something more, Carlos confessing his love and Matthew excepting him.
The two would curl up together at night, Carlos with his arms around Matthew, and Matthew with his legs wrapped up with the Cuban’s. They enjoyed sleeping together that way, the both feeling completely safe and loved.
Why can’t we be friends? {RusUkUs 2/2}
Ivan was tired of hearing Alfred complain and swear so much. All he wanted to enjoy this time. He broke him down, but only because Arthur helped, his broken little puppet to do his handy work. It was delicious really. Ivan has broken two great nations from one simple act.
Why can’t we be friends? {RusUkUs 1/2}
The wars drove them to slash at each others throats. The countries fighting over something they’d look back on later and laugh about over a drink and shed tears for the lost ones. Now was not that time though, it was war and so many would do whatever it took to win the war.
Two sides of different coins {Arthurcest}
Piercing acidic green eyes glanced at Arthur, watching his every movement around the room. Arms bound behind his back so that claws didn’t tear his throat, mouth gagged so those sharp and poisonous fangs do not dig into his neck. Though Arthur had to admit, to see something that looked similar to himself bound up was quite the turn on.