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AU!Hetalia: Medieval and magical.
It would be over an hour before Matthew and Alfred were finally summoned to the main study. It was a room just like the rest, old-fashioned and filled with paintings and knickknacks. Sometimes Alfred wondered just how long that Arthur had been collecting them all, and if there was someone who had collected before him. Arthur and Francis sat on the couch across from the one the two students currently resided on. Unlike Al and Matt who sat next to one another, Arthur and Francis sat with the middle cushion separating them. Francis sat back with one arm over the arm of the couch, a glass of red wine cradled in his right hand. Arthur on the other hand had his arms cross, a strained expression on his face. They sat in silence for a while, Matt and Al growing more uncomfortable by the moment.
The air was thick the tension, and only Francis seemed relaxed, but then that could be the fact that the wine bottle in front of him was alrea
Neinescape: Desperate MethodsUSUK: Dr. Hero and Patient Iggy. Written for Arkham-Insanity's hospital AU Neinescape.
It was a little dark where Arthur was, but that was alright. The white sheet could be seen through enough to know when the coat was clear. Problem was he kept almost being revealed by one of his friends. He loved them most days, but they more often got him into trouble. He appreciated being let out of his restrains. His lime-green bunny with wings kept peeking out from under the sheet, causing him to grab its fluffy tail.
"Stop that, Godfried! You're going to get us caught!" He whispered harshly. But Alice tugged on the patient's ear. He looked back to the glowing fairy in dismay. "What is it?" He asked. He then heard the click of a door opening, and he glanced towards it. He was cramped huddling under the hospital gurney and everything was fuzzy through the sheet, but he recognized the voice that went with the legs stepping out of the room.
"No no, I'll come right down. He couldn't have gotten f
An Obvious Spanking*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*
France and England sat at the world meeting and were jabbering on and off with each other in little spats. It had been this way for as long as Arthur could remember. Since the early days, when they were both fighting against one another, the Brit just did not want to deal with the French nations presence. Normally Arthur would do everything in his power to find a different seat, but the French nation always seemed to want to sit next to him. He shook his head with a sigh.
Germany had the table, and was talking. No one usually talked out of turn when he had the seat, and England looked over while rolling his eyes. He grabbed up his cup of tea, and sipped from it. France continued talking, but quietly.
"Come on Arthur come over, and I guarantee 'ou will 'ave a delightful time. My maids, 'zey are 'ze definition of satisfaction. Hoh hoh naughty lit
Untitled_GerItaWarning: Don't know if this needs one, but consensual d/s.
Ludwig had been having a rough week. Of course the economy was tough for everyone right now but with the constant meetings, paperwork, consultants, inspections, and worst of all foreign relations to take care of, he was about ready to cave in. The German was a workaholic as it was already, but this was really pushing it. Even Gilbert had kept his distance. Ludwig's older brother could only do so much to actually help, as he had been out of politics and the like for quite some time. Regarded as somewhat of an extra now a days, the Prussian usually left everything up to Ludwig. The best thing that he could do was to give Ludwig his space, and so lately Gilbert had been staying elsewhere. This left the house a kind of quiet sanctuary, where even if Ludwig worked he could at least find peace and quiet.
That's what he was looking forward to today. Stepping into the house, Ludwig set his briefcase beside the door and dropped his keys
Alfred spanks ArthurYou would think Arthur would have known by now what happens when you get drunk in front of Alfred.
Prompt: Iggy got drunk and began blaming America for senseless stuff.
Written for CakeHeater. ^^
Characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
*Warning* this story contains spanking of a man and some British slur. So don't like, don't read. Just press that back button and never return. * Evil laugh*
Switches from three to first person point of view (I'll tell you when it does.)
Arthur scowled at the bartender, it was Friday night and he really needed a drink. He had just spent the evening with Francis, which was worse than any war he had ever been in. And he had been in A LOT of wars.
But back to the bloody bartender, Arthur had just had his third pint of beer when the man had cut him off.
"I'm terribly sorry sir, but your friend Alfred has told me not to let you have more than three." He said timidly.
Arthur, who was ALREADY d
Cold Feet...Hot Bottom*Read the description below if you are confused, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*
It was late one hot Summer night. Lovino Vargas was standing in the kitchen. Sporting a green tank top, and his favorite tomato print boxers, the only thing he could do was keep cool with ice cold water. Drinking down the last of his beverage, he looked over to his brother Feliciano. He scoffed slightly to himself. His brother, god bless his heart was not the brightest bulb out there, but still he tried. Lovino did everything in his power to watch over the younger Vargas brother, and that even meant laying down the law, which thankfully previously being under Germany's rule, Feliciano usually behaved himself.
The younger Vargas brother was sitting on the couch watching a movie. He was laughing, pointing to the screen, and would occasionally look over at his brother.
"Romano come here a quick minute. You need to see thi
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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