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
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
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"Ah, ha-ah, mmh ow!" The tinge of pain in Toris' heightened voice was easy to pick out.
"You're not relaxing," Ivan chastised with a tsk in his voice.
"I-I can't help it! It really has been a while " Toris defended. He was quiet for a moment before his voice rang out again. "Owowow, stop !"
"If I stop now you'll never relax. If I'd have known you were going to give me this much trouble, I would have tied you down." Ivan said off hand, a bit of strain in his own voice now.
"I somehow doubtowthat would help me to relax any." Toris was a little winded now, swallowing hard.
"No, donAH! Ow, Ivan stoowow! Th-that hurts you know!"
"I can't helpaahha!" Fingers were twisted into sheets, and Toris' breath only grew shorter and more audible.
"Toris," Ivan snapped. "I'm going to stop if you carry on like this."