Two more prompts o7o - J & K
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Title: 'Just Kidding!'
Genre: General/Romance.
Characters/Pairing: America, England. USUK
Rating/Warnings: PG, Arthur being a kinky sod.
Summary: Second prompt, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unsafebet. Arthur gets his revenge in a meeting.
Alfred had been on edge all week, ever since Arthur had leaned over from behind him and told him that he was going to make him pay for riling him up in the last UN finance meeting. It hadn’t taken much, just a hand placed on the English nation’s thigh, and he’d been a stuttering mess for the remainder of the day. Sometimes, Alfred loved how easy it was to make Arthur do that, even if he did end up paying for it in one way or another, but right now he was beginning to wish he hadn’t. Just waiting for whatever the other man had in store was torture. The American nation was impatient by nature, and he didn’t like anticipating a surprise, especially when he knew it might be an unpleasant one.
As much as he disliked it, he could tell that Arthur loved it. To have him on edge like this. He could see the expression of mischief in his lover’s eyes whenever he looked at him, the quirk of a smile on his lips, and just those two things made it almost worth it. Arthur didn’t smile enough, in Alfred’s opinion, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about that secretive little smile being because Arthur was thinking about what he could do to him. Especially when he was thinking about what he could do to him in the middle of a meeting. Though, coming from a man who had absolutely no problem reading erotic fiction in public, he imagined he shouldn’t have really been surprised.
Ludwig was talking but Alfred wasn’t paying attention, darting quick looks out of the corner of his eye to the man beside him. Arthur looked rapt, his eyes fixed forwards as the German nation spoke. He leaned back, and Alfred felt the small hairs on the back of his neck rise up as Arthur dropped his hands into his lap, moving one to rest lightly on the younger blonde’s thigh.
Oh God, oh God what was he doing. Arthur’s fingers were working their way slowly up his thigh, a gentle pressure just enough to send tingles up and down his leg, and another quick look at his face gave absolutely nothing away. Alfred couldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare risk alerting the room to the fact that he was being molested under the table. That’s what it was. Molesting. He’d have to have a word with Arthur later, if he could string a sentence together.
Arthur’s fingers touched the button of his slacks and he felt his face growing hot. He must have been rather red, since Ludwig paused in his speech to give him a look of mixed concern and annoyance, asking him if he felt alright. All he could manage was a quick ‘I’m fine’ that sounded slightly too high to his ears as Arthur gave his thigh a warning pinch, and the German nation shot him a narrow-eyed glare for a few moments before he went on. Alfred squirmed, biting the inside of his lip. He’d never known Arthur to do anything by halves.
When he heard the quiet sound and felt the give of the button of his trousers being unfastened he caught a quiet whine in his throat, and suddenly Arthur stopped, clasping both of his hands on top of the table. Alfred blinked, then shifted uncomfortably, and shot Arthur a confused look that was met with an airy smile. The English nation picked up a pencil, and on the papers in front of him, wrote two words in his untidy handwriting.
‘Just kidding!’
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Title: Kiss
Genre: Romance.
Characters/Pairing: Sweden, Norway. SweNor
Rating/Warnings: U
Summary: Forchiisana00. Norway doesn't like to make a show of kissing.
Norway didn’t like to make a show of kissing. He would always do it when Berwald wasn’t watching. The Swedish nation would feel the lightest touch on his ear or cheek and when he turned to look the smaller Nordic would be seated so far from him that he would question whether he had actually felt anything at all. In a way it was endearing, and neither of them were terribly disposed towards physical affection so perhaps it was better, but every now and then Berwald thought that he would have liked to have felt that he was even in a relationship at all.
Aleksander had been reading for three hours, barely shifting position except to turn a page or to make himself more comfortable. All that time, Berwald had been watching him. If the Norwegian had noticed, he hadn’t made any indication, though the dull-eyed man was so difficult to read that even if he had minded he wouldn’t have expressed it. The fire popped, and Aleksander glanced up, standing to move across the room and toss another log into the flames. Berwald got to his feet and cleared the space between them in two strides, slipping his arms around the smaller blonde from behind. He felt that momentary tensing of the man’s shoulders, something he’d become used to over the years, and he let out a soft sound of near-amusement that was little more than an almost feline rumble in his chest.
He planted a light kiss on top of the Norwegian nation’s head and Aleksander huffed softly, folding his arms across his chest and seemingly refusing to react. Berwald paused, then touched two fingers to the other man’s jaw, turning his head and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Aleksander’s lips twisted slightly though it didn’t look to be an expression of distaste, and very quickly he moved his head and kissed Berwald so quickly that he had to think twice on whether it had actually happened. He laughed, a low sound in the back of his throat, and Aleksander huffed. He didn’t like to make a show of kissing.
Title: 'Just Kidding!'
Genre: General/Romance.
Characters/Pairing: America, England. USUK
Rating/Warnings: PG, Arthur being a kinky sod.
Summary: Second prompt, from
unsafebet. Arthur gets his revenge in a meeting.*****
Alfred had been on edge all week, ever since Arthur had leaned over from behind him and told him that he was going to make him pay for riling him up in the last UN finance meeting. It hadn’t taken much, just a hand placed on the English nation’s thigh, and he’d been a stuttering mess for the remainder of the day. Sometimes, Alfred loved how easy it was to make Arthur do that, even if he did end up paying for it in one way or another, but right now he was beginning to wish he hadn’t. Just waiting for whatever the other man had in store was torture. The American nation was impatient by nature, and he didn’t like anticipating a surprise, especially when he knew it might be an unpleasant one.
As much as he disliked it, he could tell that Arthur loved it. To have him on edge like this. He could see the expression of mischief in his lover’s eyes whenever he looked at him, the quirk of a smile on his lips, and just those two things made it almost worth it. Arthur didn’t smile enough, in Alfred’s opinion, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about that secretive little smile being because Arthur was thinking about what he could do to him. Especially when he was thinking about what he could do to him in the middle of a meeting. Though, coming from a man who had absolutely no problem reading erotic fiction in public, he imagined he shouldn’t have really been surprised.
Ludwig was talking but Alfred wasn’t paying attention, darting quick looks out of the corner of his eye to the man beside him. Arthur looked rapt, his eyes fixed forwards as the German nation spoke. He leaned back, and Alfred felt the small hairs on the back of his neck rise up as Arthur dropped his hands into his lap, moving one to rest lightly on the younger blonde’s thigh.
Oh God, oh God what was he doing. Arthur’s fingers were working their way slowly up his thigh, a gentle pressure just enough to send tingles up and down his leg, and another quick look at his face gave absolutely nothing away. Alfred couldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare risk alerting the room to the fact that he was being molested under the table. That’s what it was. Molesting. He’d have to have a word with Arthur later, if he could string a sentence together.
Arthur’s fingers touched the button of his slacks and he felt his face growing hot. He must have been rather red, since Ludwig paused in his speech to give him a look of mixed concern and annoyance, asking him if he felt alright. All he could manage was a quick ‘I’m fine’ that sounded slightly too high to his ears as Arthur gave his thigh a warning pinch, and the German nation shot him a narrow-eyed glare for a few moments before he went on. Alfred squirmed, biting the inside of his lip. He’d never known Arthur to do anything by halves.
When he heard the quiet sound and felt the give of the button of his trousers being unfastened he caught a quiet whine in his throat, and suddenly Arthur stopped, clasping both of his hands on top of the table. Alfred blinked, then shifted uncomfortably, and shot Arthur a confused look that was met with an airy smile. The English nation picked up a pencil, and on the papers in front of him, wrote two words in his untidy handwriting.
‘Just kidding!’
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Title: Kiss
Genre: Romance.
Characters/Pairing: Sweden, Norway. SweNor
Rating/Warnings: U
Summary: For
chiisana00. Norway doesn't like to make a show of kissing.*****
Norway didn’t like to make a show of kissing. He would always do it when Berwald wasn’t watching. The Swedish nation would feel the lightest touch on his ear or cheek and when he turned to look the smaller Nordic would be seated so far from him that he would question whether he had actually felt anything at all. In a way it was endearing, and neither of them were terribly disposed towards physical affection so perhaps it was better, but every now and then Berwald thought that he would have liked to have felt that he was even in a relationship at all.
Aleksander had been reading for three hours, barely shifting position except to turn a page or to make himself more comfortable. All that time, Berwald had been watching him. If the Norwegian had noticed, he hadn’t made any indication, though the dull-eyed man was so difficult to read that even if he had minded he wouldn’t have expressed it. The fire popped, and Aleksander glanced up, standing to move across the room and toss another log into the flames. Berwald got to his feet and cleared the space between them in two strides, slipping his arms around the smaller blonde from behind. He felt that momentary tensing of the man’s shoulders, something he’d become used to over the years, and he let out a soft sound of near-amusement that was little more than an almost feline rumble in his chest.
He planted a light kiss on top of the Norwegian nation’s head and Aleksander huffed softly, folding his arms across his chest and seemingly refusing to react. Berwald paused, then touched two fingers to the other man’s jaw, turning his head and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Aleksander’s lips twisted slightly though it didn’t look to be an expression of distaste, and very quickly he moved his head and kissed Berwald so quickly that he had to think twice on whether it had actually happened. He laughed, a low sound in the back of his throat, and Aleksander huffed. He didn’t like to make a show of kissing.
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:10 pm (UTC)Did I just say that? I blame Francis for his influence on me.
The second one was undeniably adorable and it made me asdfghjkl;. I am so going to read this all over again! (The last one is yet to be read. But I will though~! Woo, I'm so excited!)
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Date: 2011-11-03 10:11 pm (UTC)xP