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     It was a long day at the United Nations Meeting and it seemed to be killing Austria. He played with his thumbs, taking some information in but not all. He was never really work-oriented.

     His curious, violet eyes wandered around the room and soon meet two gorgeous, emerald orbs. Switzerland. Austria frowned. He remembered when the two were small children. They were good friends then and he missed that immensely. His former friend even denied their past relationship. What a pity. What really irritated Austria was that he started to like the stubborn boy though he couldn't do a thing about it.

     He sighed and looked over at the clock which rested on the UN meeting room's wall. There was no point in bringing back old and sad memories. The clock read twelve in the afternoon. Suddenly America exclaimed something, which Austria didn't catch, and everyone started to rush out of the room. Lunch, he presumed. He stayed in his seat though, his fingers entangled and holding his head up as he dove into a deep thought.

     The room was completely empty except for Austria, or so he thought. A blond boy peeked through the door. Switzerland had returned but Austria didn't notice nor did he attempt to become aware of his surroundings. Switzerland wandered back into the room and stood behind Austria, just looming over him as he pretended the table was a piano. The blond boy smiled, which was rare for him. Austria used to have a fascination for the piano when he was young and later on he began to learn how to play it. Whenever the blond heard a melodious tune flow from a piano he smiled, immediately being reminded of his old friend. He subconsciously placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder, causing him to jump and swiftly turn his head. His look was, at first, neutral but then his eyes widened. Vash? Why would Vash be anywhere near him? He decided to lose contact with Austria some years ago. "Vash?" He asked. Switzerland's smile dispersed quickly and so did his hand from his shoulder. "Roderich." He responded, cleverly. Austria's look became neutral again.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off getting lunch?" He asked.

"I could ask the same thing. I noticed you weren't with the other nations so I started getting worried-"

     Switzerland stopped himself. Worried? Is that what the Swiss boy muttered? Austria heart skipped a beat. He hadn't said that he cared in the longest time.

     "I mean, I...! I forgot something here and decided to get it, but I have it now so I'll be on my way!" Switzerland explained with a read face before starting to march out of the room. Austria got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, making the boy stop. "Why don't we... Have lunch together?" Austria suggested, and this time Switzerland's head turned in shock. "And give me one good reason why I should give you the time of day?" He asked and the room fell silent. "Exactly!" He said and then began to march again. Austria's face soon looked rather angered, this anger being directed towards the Swiss. He turned him around once more and quickly pulled him into the most beautiful kiss. The two could fell a tiny spark unlike no other. Switzerland's heart skipped a beat this time and his eyes widened. Austria soon broke the kiss and fled the room. Switzerland was left wide-eyes, speechless, and, sadly... Alone.

     Switzerland rushed out of the room as well to search for the Austrian. How dare he kiss and then leave me! He thought furiously as he ran down the stairs to find his former friend. Why did he care anyways? Switzerland had grown rather fond of Austria as a young boy and once he began to developed, he realized that what he felt for Austria was actually love. He would never in his life admit that though. For God's sake, he loved Austria while he only had a crush on the Swiss. His heart could get broken if he admitted such a thing!

     Switzerland entered, what looked like, a ballroom. There was that melodious sound again and he smiled slightly until he saw Austria. He was the one filling the atmosphere with such an amazing sound. Switzerland walked over to the piano and sat on it. "I don't understand you..." He said but Austrian continued to play the piece with a carefree look on his face. "I mean... Why did you kiss me?" Switzerland asked. "Simple. I like you quite a bit." He said, his eyes occupied by the piano. Switzerland's face turned a bright red but then he frowned. "S-So then why did you run off like that?!" He asked, folding his arms. "Simple. Because you don't..." He said and Switzerland's eyes grew sad.

     If only Austria knew how the Swiss felt about him. Switzerland decided that if he couldn't speak for himself, might as well let his actions do so instead. He gripped onto Austria's shirt and looked into his bleak, purple eyes. His own were screaming those three words. 'I love you.' Austria had no time to reply to the gaze for Switzerland pulled him into a unbelievably fiery kiss. Austria was, zt first, shocked at the Swiss boy's response but his eyes slowly shut. Switzerland's tongue managed to sneak into the brunette's mouth. His lips must have parted out of shock from the sudden kiss but he was now joining in on the kiss. Once their tongues united and they felt that intense spark again. Their tongues wrapped around one another, dancing every dance known to man.

     "You're right, you idiot, I don't like you..." Switzerland said after breaking the kiss, a thin string of saliva keeping the two connected. Austria's eyes averted after hearing the words, turning his head to the side. Switzerland pouted and placed his hands on Austria's face, turning his head so that he was looking him dead in the eyes. "... I fucking love you! And I have for so many years..." He admitted. Austria stared into his usually cold and piercing eyes. "Vash..." He said softly, his heart beating unbearably fast. Austria got up off the chair and crawled on top Switzerland. The boy's face beneath him was red-hot. Austria caressed the warm cheeks as he kissed Switzerland all over. His cheeks, forehead, nose, neck, and lips. Anything in sight was claimed Austria's with the power of his lips.

     Suddenly Switzerland's crotch seemed to have been invaded. Austria was grinding his erection into the blonde's, causing a slur of soft moans to leave his lips. "You… You're horny?" Switzerland gulped. I say 'I love you' and he gets horny? He asked himself. He took a mental note. "Extremely. I cannot tell you how much I want you right now…" Austria replied, licking and nipping at the ear he spoke into.  "Ngh…" The Swiss boy moaned, his fingers entangled in the chocolate-brown hair. "Really?" He asked, becoming harder each second himself. "Oh, of course." Austria paused. "I… I want to fuck you… Right here on this piano were we can make our own music…" He said, not exactly knowing if anything was going to happen at all just yet. They just admitted their feelings for each other! But their hearts have been harboring those feelings for the longest time… Maybe something just might happen.

     "… So what's stopping you?" Switzerland asked. "Maybe I want you to fuck me… Right here, right now…" He continued. "Suck." Austria ordered immediately after hearing the words, his fingers grazing the blonde's delectable lips. Switzerland smirked and kissed each finger before bringing them into his mouth. He sucked each and every one of them individually, his tongue peeking out from the comfort of his rosy lips to tease them as well. He wondered why Austria was making him suck on his fingers. Was that necessary for sex or something? Man, he was such an oblivious virgin. He didn't dare ask the Austrian man who hovered over him. How embarrassing would that be? He'd just keep his mouth shut and go with it.

     Austria shivered at the hot tongue coated his fingers with saliva, his cock growing harder as the seconds seemed to just fly by. His free hand began unbuttoning Switzerland's shirt and pulling his pants down, leaving his chest exposed and his pants and underwear around his ankles. Switzerland returned the tiny favor by undressing the brunette, his body left in the same state. He secretly awed at the Austrian's slim and lean yet toned body. Just the sight caused him to unintentionally moan, and he scolded himself for doing so. Austria's fingers slipped out of Switzerland's mouth slowly, all of the heat escaping them.

     Austria brought the Swiss boy into a series of passionate kisses as his hand migrated south. His hand brushed up against Switzerland's behind, causing him to gasp in surprise. Austria wanted more of a reaction to he grabbed hold of the luscious butt and gave it a squeeze. He turned a deep read as a soft moan left his lips. "Angh~" Austria smiled. He never smiled but he just couldn't help himself. The sight was far too amusing for his eyes. His hand traveled just a bit lower and his long, wet fingers began grazing Switzerland's back entrance dreadfully slow. "N-No games, dammit!~" The Swiss scolded, trying not to moan during but he failed horribly. Austria didn't torture him any longer. One of his fingers slipped into Switzerland and he gasped as the back entrance tightened around his finger immediately. "Ah!" Switzerland yelled, his hands finding their place on Austria's strong shoulders.

     Austria gave Switzerland a reassuring and sweet kiss on the lips. "Does it hurt?" He asked in caring tone. Switzerland nodded his head hesitantly. It wasn't a terrible pain but it was definitely there. "I'll just have to fix that then…" He said, his free hand sliding down the blonde's body. His fingers brushed up against every tender spot the slim body owned, making the boy beneath him mewl in pleasure, until they wrapped around his cock. Switzerland's eyes widened at the contact. "This is how you plan on making me feel better?!" He asked, irrationally. Austria nodded, his fingers grazing the organ before beginning to pump it. "The pleasure will cloud the pain…" He whispered into his ear, giving it a soothing kiss afterwards. Switzerland felt the need to scold the Austrian again but only moans left his lips. "R… Roderich…~"

     Switzerland seemed to have calmed down and so a second finger followed the first, stretching the tight back entrance out as they thrust. The boy then arched his back, gasping before letting out a satisfied scream. "Ah!~" Austria's fingers had crashed into his prostate. The Swiss boy's grip tightened and he pulled Austria closer to him. "T-That's enough!" He screamed, his lips brushing up against the brunette's hot neck. "… Get inside me." He ordered, the tsundere's face red from his own words.

     Austria did not object, his fingers slipping out of Switzerland slowly. He then wrapped his arm around the blonde's slim body, the other pumping away at his throbbing member. No wonder he was so eager to have the Austrian inside of him. Austria position himself, giving Switzerland a look that asked him if he was ready. The boy beneath him looked away, embarrassed, and nodded. The Austrian tried to calm himself before swinging his hips forward, his pulsating length being consumed by the tight, hot, narrow hole. His face turned a dark red and he let out a long groan, Switzerland screaming in return. "My God, Vash! So tight!" He moaned out, the Swiss boy tight even after all that preparation. Switzerland was too busy swimming in a pool of pleasure to be embarrassed by the comment.

     Austria began thrusting in and out at a slow, decent pace, his hands moving up and down Switzerland's shaft at the same pace until the boy began barking at him. "Don't be so gentle! I'm not a baby you know! … Ngh!~" He yelled in a furious tone, yet it managed to sound rather erotic. Austria didn't reply but his body sure did, suddenly picking it's pace up. His body began moving rapidly and violently, tears starting to form in Switzerland's eyes for he didn't expect the thrusting to become so brutal so fast. "Roderich!~" He moaned and Austria shook. He loved hearing the sound of his name being called out by Switzerland. He kissed the boy's tears away and his pace picked up again, pulling Switzerland forward as he thrust in and out in a crazed manner. The Swiss got the hint and began bucking into the length, his eyes closing every once and a while in pleasure.

     Switzerland's eyes flew open and he arched his back again, into the member. "Oh God! Roderich!!~" He screamed louder, right into Austria's ear. The brunette finally decided to show emotion by letting moans and screams flow out from his mouth. "Vash!~" Austria had hit that spot once again, his length ramming into that one spot over and over again with the help of both his and Switzerland's vigorous hips. The blonde's grip tightened even more, pulling Austria forward to kiss, lick, suck on, and nip on his searing-hot neck.  "Mmm!" He moaned against the neck as Austria crashed into the spot viciously, brutally, violently, everything. It was starting to become unbearable. Switzerland could have sworn the piano they were making love on was spinning.

     Switzerland's lips parted, releasing moans each tome Austria threw his hips forward, which was every second. His face was red-hot, sweat building up all over his pale skin. "Ah! I… I'm going to…-" He panted into Austria's ear. "… RODERICH!~" He screamed from the top of his lungs, the gorgeous, melodious sound filling the ballroom. He trembled as he climaxed, his face being that of pure ecstasy as the creamy white substance shot onto his stomach. Austria didn't last too long afterward, being thrown off the edge and into his own climax. "God! VASH!~" He yelled, Switzerland's previous scream echoing with his as he released. Austria's seed poured into his back entrance, filling the Swiss up to the brim. A soft moan followed.

     Pants filled the room now rather than screams. Austria slowly pulled himself out of Switzerland and wrapped his arms around him. "Vash…?" He asked, breathing heavily. "Yes?" The Swiss asked, his response muffled slightly by Austria's sweaty skin. "… I love you too…" He said. The blond then smiled, wrapping his arms around the brunette before snuggling into his chest. The two friends had finally reunited as lovers.

Austria @ Switzerland: Creators of Hetalia
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You were walking around on the college campus. Many College student's either going home, to class, lunch. It was great for you to be in college. Furthering your education to become a detective. You also worked there to help support your twin brother.

In the years of studying you've met a lot of outstanding detectives as a trainee.

Smirking you felt a sudden vibe. I familiar one lurking around you. You glance to the supposedly undercover L. It was funny how you knew when he was around. It was cute of him to try to be undercover. He was very serious about his work. You learned the hard way as you once trained under him. He was a utter mess with all his sweet, logical ramblings. You were surprised how you ever managed to work so well under him. You even developed a small crush on the weird man.

You only casually walk by him and BAM. Everything went black.

Your vision blurred as you awoken from the sudden blackout. Your head pounded in distress. The feeling wasn't so quaint. The room was dark, but only one light shined bright as it hung over you. 'Where the hell am I?' you thought sitting up from the from your chair.
"Sorry for the inconvenience Ms. ____________. I just wanted to ask you a few questions." A familiar semi blunt tone spoke.

You huffed "Well isn't this peachy. Is this how you treat women on a daily basis." He chuckled softly putting a few papers down. He brought himself fully into the light. Your assumption was right. "Why should I answer questions to you L?" you spoke rolling your eyes. He frowned. "This has something to do with the Kira case-"  you scoffed as he mentioned that case. "Not this again. This is a waste of time" You began as you pull yourself at of the chair.

A quick hand grabbed you pulling you down on the table. L's empty eyes gazing into your (Eye color) ones. You blush and attempt of looking away. "Well, you don't want me to force you. Right?" He smirked.

You blush harder. What has gone over him. This was out of character. You look up at him and put on a equally mischievous smirk. "Go ahead, force me then. I answer you anything." you teased. Next thing you knew he was fully on top of you. His long black messy hair hanging over his face staring at you with a evil grin.

"Are you sure you want me too?" He asked.

His sexy smirk making you squirm in delight. "Oh yeah~" You cooed.

He went kissing up your neck tenderly. You sigh lovingly feeling your fingertip into his hair. Your small dream was going to be realized. He started suckling at your neck. A light moan escaped you. A smirk was felt against your  delicate (color) skin. He was enjoying this just was much as you did. His hands traveling up your shirt pulling it fully up. His fingers quickly snapping the bra away. You blush with surprised. He was certainly skilled in this department.

His hand massaged one of the breasts as his took the other breast to his lip. Sucking the nipple. His tongue swirled hungrily on it.

You moan out making you get more damp in the panties.

He pulled away pulling his shirt off. You observed his well toned chest. For such a skinny guy. He was sure well built.

He smirked wondering his hands down to your skirt pulling it completely off. Along with your panties revealing you wet women hood. He smiled and rubbed your clit. You breathed out a loud moan. He was moving so fast. Your mind couldn't process it. Without realizing his pants and boxers were off too. His member fully erected.

He then moved his face to yours and kissed you hard on the lips. You playfully moved your knee against his manhood. Grinding him as his made the most sexiest noise possible. It drove you mad of how sexy he was being.

You wrapped your arms around his neck lightly as you pressed your entire body against his in an attempt to be closer . Then he started to kiss down your neck, in between your breast he kept going down until his face was right above your more private area. "May I ___________?" He asked as his hands massaged your thighs . You blush with a slight nod and He smiled. He then grabbed one of you legs and started to kiss it from the toes down until he was back at your entrance.

Lightly he blew cold air into it causing you to squirm slightly "please don't tease"you pouted and he chuckled

He put his tongue into you causing you to squeal in delight as you grasped at the edges of the table. He smirk swirling his tongue inside you tasting every bit of juices you had. You moan out his name and as you did this you pulled away moving your legs, so they were draped over his shoulders, in which allowed him more entrance for his fully erect cock. Then swiftly entering himself into you.

You moaned loudly in slightly pain as your vagina got used to his size. He then to pull back and forth. He grunted a bit and you moaned delightfully.

The pressure started to build up, little by little, as you moaned L over and over again. You felt that your orgasm was going to come soon enough. So you decided to switch positions with L. Quickly you flipped him onto his back and started to ride him. His groaned out in surprise. He would stare up at you as you went crazy on him. His hand took hold of you hips helping you pump faster. His moan steadily grew more. "Ahhh! ___________~" He moan. You smirk going harder against him. "L~" you cooed back.

After a few minutes of you riding him. He stiffened releasing his seed into you. You moan loudly coming just when he did. Your back arched letting you head swing back as he fill you up.

He panted gazing at you with a smile. His arm bringing you close to his chest. You breathed looking at him with full content. "Okay you convinced me. I'll answer your questions." You grinned.

He chuckled petting your hair. "Good because this can be pretty hard work sometimes.."
A re-write of my first lemon I ever written a few years ago. -flails and face desks- I tried fixing it as best as I could. It still sucks! It would of helped if I remembered Death Note more. Please excuse me because I really don't remember Death Note much. It's been years. -sigh-

Not really much of a L fangirl anymore. He's kind of overrated... -ducks and hides from rabid fangirls- SORRY >_<

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this!

Comment's and Criticism will be appreciated!

Death Note (c) Takeshi Obata

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“Hn… Mmph…! Ah, goddammit!”

Gilbert Beilschmidt’s frustrated outburst echoed from the captain’s cabin, causing fellow seafarer Francis Bonnefoy to abruptly pause his leisurely stroll around the ship’s upper decks. The Frenchman grew curious, and made his way to the bejeweled door.

“Gilbert? Are you well?” he called out to his friend.

“Che…! It’s none of your damn business! Go the hell away!”

Francis pouted. “But mon ami, if you are troubled, I would like to help.”

“This isn’t something I want help with! Least of all from you!”

The audible thud of something—a boot, perhaps—hitting the door made Francis jump backwards.

“What’s going on, huh?”

Francis turned to see his friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo steadily approaching, a wide and friendly grin on the Spaniard’s olive-skinned visage.

“Oh, nothing, just Gilbert going through his monthly cycle again,” Francis chuckled.

“Frog-legged bastard!” Another THUD.

“Gil, you ok, amigo?” Antonio inquired in a more genuine tone.

Gilbert was silent, though the outside pair could scarcely hear the soft, subtle sounds of labored breathing.

Francis covered the smirk inching towards each of his ears as he shared a meaningful glance with Antonio. They knew exactly what the German was up to. With the utmost stealth, Antonio whipped a skeleton key from his coat pocket and silently slipped it into the keyhole. A slow, gentle turn coaxed the lock free, and on Francis’ three-count, the pair burst through the door.

“Aha! Caught you, you twisted scamp!” Francis bellowed over Gilbert’s rather feminine scream.

Gilbert scrambled furiously to try to hide his half-bare lower regions, his face as red as the tomatoes Antonio was so fond of.

“You sick bastards! I’ll kill you both, I swear!”

“Relax, Gil, you’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” Antonio chuckled, holding up his hands in peace. “What you’re doing is perfectly natural, ?”

“Yes, but last I checked, the term ‘masturbation’ meant doing it alone.”

Francis laughed. “Well, last I checked, doing it with an audience is actually quite exhilarating. Wouldn’t you agree, Antonio?”

Antonio’s cheeks flushed. “It does have its merits, yes…”

Gilbert scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anyway… I…” He cast his gaze aside in shame. “I can’t get hard…”

Francis stifled a giggle, while Antonio expressed an honest disquiet.

Qué triste. Have you tried picturing Lady Hungary in the nude?”

“Why the hell would I do that?! Hungary’s a dude, isn’t he?”

No longer able to contain himself, Francis fell into a fit of guffaws.

“Laugh one more time, and my sword goes through your neck, snail!” Gilbert threatened as he gripped the hilt of the blade lying beside him.

“Hoh hoh hoh! Will you at least hear a friendly suggestion before you send me to my maker then?”

Gilbert glared at Francis suspiciously. “What?”

“You recall what I said about the exhilaration of having an audience, do you not?”

“What’s your point?”

Francis sauntered across the room towards Antonio. He reached out his hands, gently cupping the Spaniard’s face within them.

“Francis? What are you—?”

Antonio’s lips were stolen before he could complete his question.

“What the scheiße?!” Gilbert gasped in the background.
Francis ignored both his friends’ shock and continued to administer soft but demanding kisses against Antonio’s lips. At first, Antonio resisted—mostly due to the sheer suddenness—but after a moment, he gave in, permitting the suave blonde’s tongue a dance with his own. Neither Antonio nor Francis were ones to discriminate genders when it came to sexual pleasure.

Gilbert, however, was flabbergasted.

“What… Why would you…”

Francis just barely pulled back from Antonio’s face, casting a seductive glance in Gilbert’s direction.

“We have all been at sea a long… long time… So many lonely nights, with only our dirty little secrets to slake our lust… I propose…” Francis glided the tip of his tongue along Antonio’s jugular, and the Spaniard shuddered pleasurably. “We set aside our so-called ‘shame’ and… work together.”

Antonio swallowed back a few breathless gasps.

“I… am with Francis… on this… Ay Dios mío…”

Gilbert’s heart thundered. His mouth hung open, empty words frozen in his throat. He didn’t know whether to protest or play along. Francis had always been so open about sexual matters—Gilbert just didn’t think he would be this open.

“This is insane…” Gilbert finally managed to mutter.

A deep chuckle resonated from Francis.

“Just watch us for a few moments… and maybe your condition can be remedied, très bien?”

Gilbert stared in awed silence as Francis resumed his and Antonio’s passionate liplock. Within seconds, the Spaniard’s tunic was on the floor, his bronze skin exposed to the glow of the evening sunset fountaining through the window. Francis kissed along the golden sunspots flecking Antonio’s arms and chest, paying careful attention to the budding brown nipples.

“Ah…! Fran… cis… Not… just there…”

Without a word, Francis answered his friend’s desire, trailing the fingers of his right hand down to the growing bulge beneath Antonio’s tight pantaloons. He cradled the protrusion in his palm, rubbing in slow, feather-light circles until the shaft was visibly outlined beneath the dark cloth. Antonio’s breathing ran ragged with blissful moans as he desperately clung to the Frenchman’s sturdy back to keep from slipping to the floor. Francis held him tightly, comforting him with deep, wet kisses on his lips and neck. The more Francis toyed with Antonio’s manhood, the more the Spaniard cried and squirmed in delight.

Gilbert was utterly fascinated. He never knew two men could pleasure each other so… so perfectly. His crimson eyes watched unblinkingly at the erotic spectacle before him. His hand began to move automatically, lightly touching the stiffening extension between his legs. He almost couldn’t believe it—this madness was actually working.

He circled his finger over his tip, coaxing out a bubble of pre-cum as his eyes traveled back to Antonio’s now-exposed erection. A blush crept across Gilbert’s nose; Antonio was flawless from root to tip. Soft tufts of dark brown hair curled lovingly around the proud extension, which stood at full attention as Francis’ mouth closed in to seize it. The Frenchman kissed along the quivering length and expertly swirled the dripping mass of moisture around it with his tongue.
“Ah! …Ay sí! Suck me more… AAH!” Antonio mewled, his hands swinging back to grab hold of the desk behind him.

Gilbert’s loins roiled with an electric heat. His fully aroused manhood was drenched with his wetness. He vigorously moved his fingers up and down, never taking his eyes away from his friends.

Finally, Antonio threw his head back and released a savage cry as his orgasm exploded into Francis’ orifice. The sight nearly sent Gilbert over the edge; he wanted so desperately to find release!

“Mmm…! Huff huff… Wait… Keep going… I’m almost… Uhn!”

“Gil…” Antonio panted.

Francis motioned for Antonio to follow him, and the two made their way to their writhing friend’s side.

“Here, Gil, let me help you,” Antonio purred, getting on all-fours and moving Gilbert’s hands aside.

“Y-you don’t have to… Mmph!”

Gilbert’s nervous words were severed by Francis’ lips kissing him softly. Having never before been kissed by a man, Gilbert bristled against the moist maws. Francis did not allow him to pull back; he tenderly grasped the back of Gilbert’s head with his right hand, and gracefully started stripping the German of his upper garments.

Gilbert squirmed terribly. His body was much quicker than his mind to succumb to the double-edged pleasure. He groaned into Francis’ mouth as Antonio lapped and sucked upon his length. He didn’t know what to do, where his hands should go, why his legs were twitching against his will.

“Wait… Wait, I…! Oh Gott!”

“Shhh…” Francis cooed. “Don’t think. Just enjoy.”

Gilbert swallowed heavily before he was once again silenced. He closed his eyes, slowly allowing himself to be swept away. Soon, all that filled his mind was the unbelievable pleasure building in his core. A great wave of delectation rose within him like the crest of a wave, climbing higher and stronger until Gilbert could no longer contain it.

“Dammit, I can’t… I’m com… coming… AAAHHHH!!!”

Sweet relief shot forth from his tip, spraying Antonio’s cheeks and chin with the product of his pleasure. Gilbert crunched forward, riding out the last pulses of his orgasm until his body gave out. He fell back into Francis’ outstretched arms, panting desperately for air.

“Do not rest quite yet, mon ami,” Francis chuckled seductively. “There is still one among us who has yet to be satisfied.”

As Francis spoke, he lay Gilbert flat on the floor and erotically spread his legs on either side of the German’s head. He slowly slipped off his pants, at last bringing to light his gloriously engorged manhood. The saturated tip lightly brushed against Gilbert’s parted lips; the feeling sent paralyzing chills down Gilbert’s spine.

“Use your mouth, Gilbert. I want to feel your heat…”

Gilbert gulped timidly. The usually over-confident young man was now reduced to a trembling sack of nerves, all because of a French sex god. Still, Gilbert resolved to endure, and awkwardly wrapped his lips around the twitching tip.

“Mmm… Oui… Oh, that’s excellent… More…” Francis growled.

Gilbert pinched his eyes shut, using his hands to hold Francis’ extension downward so his mouth could get a better grip. He couldn’t believe he was giving another man a blow job—and especially could not believe that he was actually enjoying it.

He soon heard a low sigh come from Antonio.

“Gil… You look so cute sucking him off… Your face is like a tomato, so red and shiny…”

Gilbert would have spat at him to shut the hell up, had he not had a throbbing member shoved into his mouth.

Antonio started kissing the insides of Gilbert’s thighs, making the German sigh blissfully. Both he and Antonio were well-hardened once again, and Antonio was not about to let their rebuilt erections go to waste.

“Francis, let him roll over,” Antonio requested.

Francis complied, crawling backwards while helping Gilbert roll onto his hands and knees.

Gilbert continued to suck away at Francis, but momentarily choked as a strange stiffness slid into the partition between his buttocks.

“What the hell are you…?” he coughed.

“It’s okay. I won’t put it in just yet. I just want to grind against you.”

Gilbert gagged once again on Francis, who grunted his annoyance.

“P-p-p-put it in!?!?! Put it in where!?” Gilbert stammered.

“Don’t worry about it; just put your mouth back on me!” Francis bellowed in frustration.

Gilbert’s cry of surprise was muffled by the hardness invading his oral cavity. He tried to concentrate on satisfying Francis, but doing so was made much more difficult by Antonio’s throbbing shaft sliding between his cheeks. Wetness dribbled down his chin and sizzled on the small of his back; Antonio’s fingers stroking Gilbert’s twitching length further deepened the pools of moisture on the floor. It was all any of them could do to keep their minds anchored somewhat in reality.

After what seemed to Gilbert like an eternity, Francis began to grow and swell between Gilbert’s teeth.

Oui! Très bien, mon Gilbert… OH! I cannot hold back any longer!”

Gilbert flinched as Francis shot a barrage of cum into the back of his throat. The crimson-eyed man spat and hacked the salty emulsion burning lungs. Francis then lifted Gilbert’s face in his hands and soothed him with a sweet kiss.

“Gilbert… I do believe I underestimated you. You are quite skilled at this…” Francis whispered in his ear, making him shiver. “I think it’s about time we… up the ante…”

Gilbert’s lower half roiled, though he couldn’t tell whether it was due to Francis’ words or Antonio’s careful stroking, both in front and behind. He could tell the Spaniard was getting ready to ejaculate once more.

“Gil…” Antonio grunted, “I want to come inside you… It may hurt a bit when I put it in, but…” He stretched himself over Gilbert’s back, planting a kiss on Gilbert’s ear. “Por favor… ¿Puedo?

The young German did not know how to answer. He was afraid, but a nagging curiosity clawed at the back of his mind. If all this foreplay could make him this excited, would being taken by a man really be so bad?

“Just… be easy…” Gilbert relented, looking longingly into his friend’s emerald eyes.

“Oh, Gil…!” Antonio sighed, pulling the gorgeous German’s lips to his. “You’re so…” Another hungry kiss. “…beautiful!”

“I couldn’t agree more, but…” Francis moved to Antonio’s side. “You are also incredibly beautiful, Antonio…” He ran his finger along Antonio’s side and down to his rear, where he traced careless circles over the round buttocks. “What say you, eh? While you take Gilbert, may I take you?”

Antonio blushed, looking from Gilbert to Francis.

“H-how… can we do that?”

“But of course! Here, Gilbert, roll onto your back.”

Gilbert obeyed; he was far beyond the point of protest now.

“Now, Antonio, align yourself with him. And go in… slowly…”

Antonio smiled, giving Gilbert a reassuring peck on the forehead, and pushed his tip against Gilbert’s pursed entrance.

Gilbert shouted as his walls were painfully stretched. Antonio comforted Gilbert with gentle kisses, taking his time so Gilbert could accommodate his width without injuring the mewling German.

Francis breathed heavily, using his hand to revive his erection. “Such sinful noises you two make… I could come just from listening to you…”

“Shut… up… Aaah!” Gilbert hissed through grit teeth.

Francis smiled devilishly at the harsh remark.

Gilbert held fast onto Antonio’s rocking back as the Spaniard inched further and further inside him. His back jerked into an arch as Antonio’s tip scraped against his inner mound. Fresh, raw pleasure singed his every nerve ending, making his toes curl and his eyes loll to the back of his head. With one final push, Antonio was fully lodged within Gilbert’s clenching insides.

“You’re warm… Gil…”

Gilbert bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

“Ah… W-what happens… now?”

Francis answered, “Just be still for a few moments. Antonio, lean over a bit more. Yes, that’s good… Now…” He positioned himself behind the sweating Spaniard, placed a kiss on each perfect cheek, and passed a quick lap of his tongue up the damp crease.

“F-Francis!” Antonio gasped, his sudden spasm causing Gilbert to tighten upon him.

“Warn a guy, would ya!?” Gilbert snarled.

“S-sorry…” Antonio apologized, glaring at Francis over his shoulder.

Francis merely laughed. “Forgive me. Antonio’s backside seems to have been chiseled by the hands of God Himself.” He kissed the base of Antonio’s spine. “I could not resist.”

Antonio’s face turned so red, it was nearly purple.


“I’m not the only one.”


Francis moistened Antonio’s experienced entrance with his tongue, and finally inserted his erection. It did not take long before Francis was completely enshrined. The trio was finally connected as one.

“Now, Antonio,” Francis whispered, “Move with me. And Gilbert,” He smirked as his azure eyes locked with Gilbert’s garnet ones. “Prepare for one hell of a ride.”

With that said, Francis began to grind himself into Antonio’s opening. Antonio moaned, momentarily losing himself as Francis’ enormity pumped across his most sensitive spot. After a short while, he collected what he could of himself and fell into rhythm with Francis, moving himself in and out of Gilbert’s squelching walls.

Gilbert’s hands flew to his forehead and gripped his bangs. The pleasure was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. He could no longer breathe without sounding like an animal. He was frightened of himself, but at the same time he had never before felt so aware of himself. He could feel both Antonio’s and Francis’ weight upon him, driving into him and giving him life. They not only cured his temporary impotence—they were giving him the most incredible intercourse he had ever had in his life!

As for Antonio, he had given and received several times, but never felt the bliss of both simultaneously. As he pumped, he was pumped into, and it was awe-inspiring! All of his favorite places were alight with desire; nowhere was left forgotten or ignored by his two partners, who touched and held him with furious vigor. The sounds filling the room echoed in his ears, only serving to drive him further over the edge.

And then there was Francis, who inwardly beamed with pride as he rapidly thrust himself as deep as possible into Antonio. He had only suggested this little ménage à trois as a joke, never thinking the two would actually go along with it. Now, in the midst of all this hellish passion, he thanked the higher powers that they did. His shaft burned blissfully within Antonio’s hot walls. His hands greedily groped the thrashing Gilbert’s perfectly-formed extension. Francis had not felt this turned on in such a long time; he just couldn’t get enough!

The pumping and stroking continued for several moments, mounting into a mighty fury that flashed across all three men’s most intimate regions.

Antonio was the first to feel the fever of an orgasm growing in his loins.

Ay, Dios…! This is it for me… AaaAAAaaaHHH!!! Francis!! Gilbert!!”

Then Francis:

“Me too…! C-coming…!! HNNN!!”

Finally, Gilbert:

“Oh, Gott, I can’t take anymore!! Too… good…! AAAAAHH!!!”

All three orgasms pounded together like thunder rolling through storm clouds. White liquid spouted and sloshed about to-and-fro, falling where it may upon the trio’s weakening bodies. They held each other in the final moments of their ecstasy, feeling the pulsations ebb away into a sweet numbness.

Francis finally pulled out of Antonio and leaned back against the nearby desk, catching his breath.

“Gilbert… Do you… feel any better?” He smirked.

Gilbert started to snap back, but a soft moan escaped his throat as Antonio slipped out of him. The caring brunette helped Gilbert into a sitting position, keeping his arms lovingly draped around the German.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself, no?” Antonio stated with a smile.

Gilbert blushed, resting his weary head on Antonio’s shoulder.

“Looks like you were right for once, Frenchie,” Gilbert muttered bashfully.

Francis scoffed haughtily to himself. He made a silent resolution—these little trysts would most certainly have to become a regular activity on these eternal voyages… and perhaps even on land.

~*El Fin / La Fin / Das Ende</i>*~
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(Ugh, another late day at school. I have got to stop getting detention!) You thought to yourself as you walked through the dark streets of Death City.

(I just hope no one sees me... My reputation is bad enough. If someone catches me out here, its all over!)

You walked past a small area; with a large fountain, park benches and a few street lamps.

(This place is always nice at night...)

A smile snuck to your lips at the beautiful sight. Your smile soon faded when you noticed a figure behind you, a bit of a distance from you.

(What the...? That guy has been following me for a while... What do they want!?)

You stepped into the light of one of the street lamps, and sat down on a bench.

(God, I hope they leave...)

The figure walks into the light, revealing himself to you. You sighed in relief.

(Thank god. It was just Kid.)

You blushed, remembering the huge crush you had on him. You liked him since you came to the DWMA.

“Hey, _____. Why are you out this late at night? Something bad could happen to you, ya’ know...” He asked you, now sitting next to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I know. I just like how pretty this place looks at night.” You looked over at the illuminated fountain. Technically, you weren't fully lying; just leaving out some facts.

“It is kinda pretty, isn't it?”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

“Just like you.”

Those words caught you off guard.


“N-nothing...” Kid looked to the side, not making eye contact with you.

“No, I heard you say something. What was it?”

Kid turned to you, his face a deep shade of crimson.

“J-just, l-like you...” He stuttered under his breath.

“What? I can’t hear you when you mumble!”

“Just like you!!” He yelled, looking away from your face.

(W-what just happened!? Did Kid just call me pretty??)

“Uuuuhh, thanks...” You said, blushing madly, looking at the ground.

~~~~~~~~Kids POV~~~~~~~~

(What are you doing!? The mood is perfect! Shes right next to you! Quit with the beating around the bush, and tell her how you feel! You’ve liked her for too long! Just tell her!!)

I looked at the ground. I could feel my face, painted with a bright red blush. I took a second to feel her soul wavelength; she was almost a nervous as I was.

(You idiot! Tell her, before she leaves! You might never get a chance like this again!)

I looked over to _____, and brushed some of her (h/c) hair out of her face.

~~~~~~~~Normal POV~~~~~~~

(W-what's he doing!? O////O)

“_____...” Kid said, looking into your eyes, still blushing.


“I, well, I... I, kinda, sorta, like you...” He looked down at the ground.

(I-is this really happening?)

“Kid... What are you trying to say?”

Kid looked at you, his expression serious.

“I like you, _____. More than just a friend. I have for a while now... And- Ugh! What am I doing? No way would someone as fantastic as you, want to go out with some asymmetrical scum like me!”

(Is he for real!?)

“I should just go-” You grabbed Kids arm before he could leave.

“_____, what are you doing?” You could see the tears in his eyes.

You stood up, still holding onto his arm. You looked him in his yellow eyes. His heartbroken expression almost made you cry. He kept looking at you, confused and depressed. Before he could say anything else, you leaned over and kissed him. At first, he was shocked; but then he melted into the kiss.

He broke out of the kiss and looked at you.

“_____... I don’t understand...”

“Kid... I’ve liked you for so long now... I would have told you sooner, but-”

“You were afraid of being rejected?”


Kid smirked, and kissed you again, with more passion.

You kissed back, putting your arms around his neck to deepen it.

You and Kid broke the kiss to breath.

“Hey, _____, Its getting kinda cold out here...”

“I guess it is...”

“Lets go back to my place, yeah?”

(O/////O Did he just say, what I think he just said?)

“Uuuh, yeah... Sure.”

Kid grabbed you by the hand, and the two of you started walking to his house.

Once you arrive, Kid let go of your hand to unlock the gate.

(Woah. His house is huge! This is the first time I’ve seen it... I know hes Lord Death’s son, but still!)

“Liz and Patty are out tonight, so we have the place to ourselves.” Kid smirked.

You blushed at the statement.

“Come on, its freezing out here!” Kid exclaimed when he noticed your blush.

You nodded and followed him inside.

The inside was just as big as the outside promised.

Kid put his black jacket on the coat rack next to the door.

You and Kid walked into the living room.

“So, you wanna stay in here, o-or go up to my r-room?” He asked you, nervously.

“Y-your room is fine, I guess...”

(Is what's happening what I think is happening?)

Kid blushed and turned to the staircase that lead to the second floor.

“O-okay. Its this way...” He told you, as he started walking up the stairs.

~~~~~~~~Kids POV~~~~~~~~

(Her soul is acting kinda strange... Is she thinking what I think shes thinking? Oh, god. I hope she can’t tell what I’m thinking...!)

I awkwardly walked over to my bedroom and pushed the double doors open.

I motioned for _____ to go in first.
“Ladies first.” I told her while blushing.

“T-thanks...” She replied.

~~~~~~~~Normal POV~~~~~~~~

(Ugh! This is so weird! Maybe I should have just gone home...)

Kid sat down on his bed and motioned for you to sit next to him.

You blushed as you awkwardly walked towards him, and sat next to him.

“S-so... How long did you say you liked m-me?” He asked you.

You looked down at the floor to hide your deep red blush, failing miserably.

“Almost as long as I’ve been going to the DWMA...” You admitted sheepishly.

“_____...” Kid said under his breath, grabbing hold of your chin, pulling your face close to his.

Your face went into the deepest shade of crimson it could. It felt like your cheeks were going to melt off, they were so hot.

“Y-yeah?” Your eyes darted away from his gaze.

“I-I love you...” He whispered.

You looked him in the eyes, shocked, and still blushing. He leaned in, and mashed his lips against yours, kissing you patiently.

You started kissing back with equal passion.

He pushed you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss.

(Are we doing what I think we’re doing? Oh god... Am I ready for this!?)

Kid started licking you lips, begging for an entrance.

You got lost in the moment. Instead of letting him in, you just smirked into the kiss.

Kid growled, then smirked. You could feel his hand slowly move down your side, and down to your butt. You could feel him squeeze it hard.

You let out a yelp. He wasted no time in entering your mouth, and starting to explore.

You weren't going down without a fight. You started pushing his tongue around your mouth. Kid smirked. Before you knew it, it was a fight for dominance. You and Kid both fought for the right to the others mouth, but he ended up with dominance.

You frowned slightly; you hated losing.

Before long, Kid ran his hand up the hem of your shirt. It snaked its way up your stomach, and to your breasts. He started massaging your breast, bra still on.

You let out a slight moan into the kiss.

Kid smirked and reached both his hands behind your back. In one quick move, he undid your bra.

You reached into your shirt, and took the unhinged bra off, and flung it across the room.

“A-are we really ganna do this?” Kid asked you, looking down at your fragile body.

“I guess so... Unless you wanna sto-”

“No. Unless, you want to...”

“Kid, if I wanted to stop, why would I have taken off my bra!?”

Kid smirked.

“Fair point.”

He started kissing you again.

“If at any point, you want me to stop, you tell me; okay?” He said into the kiss.

You nodded.

Kid smirked as he started kissing your neck, his hand on the other side.

He started kissing up and down your neck, looking for your sensitive spot.

When he found it, you let out a moan. He smirked and started nibbling at it.

“K-Kid! Ahh! Kid!”

Kid smirked as he started licking the spot.

His warm saliva sent shivers down your spine.

Kid re-reached his hand up the hem of your shirt. Now that your bra was off, he could have some real fun.

He snaked his hand up your stomach once more, and reached your naked breasts. He started massaging it again, and started playing with your nipple.

You moaned loudly.

Kid smirked, and pulled off your shirt.

“Wow, you look pretty!” He told you as he stared at your half naked body.

You blushed madly.

“D-don’t look at me like that!” You yelled, covering your chest with your arms.

“Heh, why not?” Kid leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“Your so cute.” He smiled and started kissing your neck again.

You moaned loudly again; you could feel yourself getting wet.

Kid gave a low chuckle.

“Maybe a little too cute.”

He sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. You smirked and reached up. In one swift move, you ripped his shirt strate open, buttons scattering.

“Hmh, a little eager, are we?” Kid chuckled, looking down at you.

“Oh, shut up and take your shirt off!” You yelled at him.

He obeyed, and threw it in a random direction.

“Better?” He asked you, highly amused with your actions.

You squirmed underneath him.

“Much.” You smirked, rubbing the back of your hands against his warm skin.

“This is so much nicer the the freezing cold outside!” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Its about to get even better.” He said into the kiss, slowly moving his hand down your back, and into your pants.

“Heh, if you wait a second, I can get these things out of the way...” You told him jokingly.

He smirked at you and moved his head down the your zipper. He bit down on it and unzipped your pants with his teeth.

You blushed as he scooted off of your legs, and ripped off your jeans.

He grazed your smooth legs.

“Heh, who's eager now?” You smirked and gave him a chuckle.

“Yup, you're too cute.”  He laughed as he took off his own pants.

He sat back on your waist.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” Kid asked you, his eyes filled with lust.

“I’m sure as hell.” You told him, grinding your hips against his.

“Hah, good.” He said, getting off of you to take off your underwear.

“Man, are you wet!” He yelled, grazing his fingers around your walls.

“S-shut up! Its n-not my fau- AHH!!” You yelled as he inserted one of his fingers.

“Heh, your tight, too.”

He started thrusting his finger in and out of you as you moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain.

As you started getting used to the one finger, he inserted another one, adding in a scissoring motion.

You screamed as a few tears dripped down the side of your face.

“You okay? I can stop if you wa-”

“I’m f-fine. You just c-caught me off guard...” You stuttered as you tried to catch your breath.

Kid continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you. After a few minutes, he added a third one.

You moaned loudly as he thrusted in and out.

Before you knew it, your juices released all over his fingers. He smirked and pulled them out. He licked them as you panted.

Before you could catch your breath, he dove down and started eating you out.

You yelled as his tongue wiggled around inside you.

Your hips squirmed around at the strange feeling.

You could feel him smirk as he started to quicken in speed.

You started to moan louder as he got faster.

Before you knew it, you here dry.

“You taste really good, _____~!” He exclaimed as he climbed up you.

He rested his chin on your stomach, sliding his hand up and down your side.

You panted as you relaxed.

He got up off of you and went to the door.

“I’ll be right back.” He smirked as he slipped out of the room.

He left you there, naked and panting, thinking over what all just happened.

Just remembering the actions made you wet again.

(Uuugh! Where did he go? The suspense is killing me!)

Kid soon walked back into the room; fully naked, wearing a condom.

“Did you miss me?” He asked you, smirked as he walked back over to the bed.

“You shouldn’t keep people waiting like that! I was nearly turned off!” You joked.

“Heh, anyone could see that your already wet again.” He chuckled and he crawled back on top of you.

You blushed.

"Are you ready?" He asked you.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Kid spread your legs apart.

You could feel the tip of his shaft at the edge of your walls.

He slowly started to insert.

(What a tease!)

You moaned and squirmed as he seemed to go slower.

"Kid! Hurry up already!!" You yelled out.

"Heh, if you insist."

With that, he rammed himself into you.

You let out a shriek of pain, followed by moans of pleasure.

Kid waited until it stopped hurting until he started thrusting.

He started off slow and gentle, as you moaned. Soon enough, you wanted more.

"Ahh~! Kid! Faster! Harder!" You yelled

He smirked and started going faster and harder. Soon enough, he hit your g-spot.

"Kid, h-hit there again! Please!!" You pleaded.

He hit it several times, each time you let out a loud moan.

Soon, you were reaching your climax.

Kid could see it in your eyes.

He started going faster and faster, as you moaned and squirmed.

Soon, you came, releasing you juice all over him.

Kid took himself out.

You collapsed, but Kid was still standing.

"If you want, I-I can still go... You wouldn't have to do anything..." He told you.

You nodded at him. He blushed and turned you over.

He re-inserted himself into you as you continued to moan in pleasure.

He thrusted in and out for much longer that you thought possible, as you supported yourself with your forearms.

(Guess being a grim reaper gives him more energy? I would never be able to last this long, doing all the work... But, damn it feels good!)

After a few hours, it was getting really late. Kid took himself out of you, and laid next to you on the bed, both of you panting.

"I-it's l-l-late... I-I should g-get back h-home..." You told Kid.

"No, i-it's too d-dark outside. Y-your staying here tonight. Besides, i-it's the weekend! No one will even notice!" He told you, wrapping his arms around you.

His warm body was so hard to resist.

"F-fine. I'll stay for the night."

"Good." He slightly tightened the hug.

"Oh, and _____..."

Yeah, Kid?"

He kissed your forehead.

"I love you." He whispered just before falling asleep.

"I love you, too...

I love you, too." You smiled and drifted off asleep, as well.
I do not own Death the Kid, Death City, or Soul Eater.
I only own "You". Also shown as "_____".

Okay, I wrote one. My first lemon. I have a feeling it sucked...
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    You closed you eyes as Kid leans into a passionate kiss. Soul gently rubs his free hand on your right breast. "You're not nervous, are you?" Soul said lust laced in his tone. You softly shake your head. Black*Star leaning to your neck.  "Thats good" His breath was hot against your neck. He then began to softly lick and nip at your neck. Soul Gently began to pull up your shirt slowly then slipping his hand in. Kid pushes his lips harder and nibbles on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You gasp in surprise when you feel Soul's hand into your bra and grab your breast. Kid then toke this chance to slip his tongue in and wrap it around yours. Black*Star feeling alittle left out he quickly pulled your shirt over your head breaking your kiss with Kid. You let out a small squeak as Black*Star unhooks your bra and flings it at Kid. "Its not fair that none of you are losing clothing" You said covering your breasts with your arms. Kid lets out a sigh and gets off your lap and pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt. Soul removes his T-shirt and Black*Star removes his shirt revealing his muscular chest. "Now this is a body ladies. Kid." Black*Star says with a smirk. Kid looks away with a pout and covers his pale chest with his arms. You stand up and wrap your arms around Kid and then pull him into a kiss. Soul wraps his arm around your slender waist and goes back to sucking on your neck. Black*Star kneels down to the waist band of you pants and pulls your pants down revealing you (F/C) panties. He gently rubs your thigh with his slim finger. Inching closer and closer to the hem of your panties. Black*Star gently rubs your clothed entrance causing a soft moan vibrate against both you and Kid's lips. Black*Star slowly slips fingers into you panties and into your womanhood going in and out. You let out another breathless moan as Black*Star puts in another digit. Still slowly pulling in and out but also scissoring motion as well. He speeds up his pace and adds a third digit. He then just pulled his fingers out. You then gave out moan of disapproval. Soul then pulled you down lay on him on the couch with your back on his stomach. Kid then unbuckled his pants and kicked them off. He gently lays his body on top of your body and rubs your cheek gently. "YAHOO IM GONNA GET LAID!" A completely naked Black*Star yelled. Soul pulls down his pants and boxers his member rubbed against you lower back. "C'mon Kid get naked" You say pulling at the waistband of his skull boxers. Kid cheeks flare up as he slowly pulls his boxers down revealing his member hard. He gently pokes your entrance. "KID MOVE YOUR HEAD DOWN!" Black*Star yelled. Kid did as he was told and Black*Star then straddled your chest pushing his tip into your mouth. You give Black*Star a death glare but soon faded as you slowly began to suck. Soul pushed his length in causing pain to shoot through you whole body. Kid slowly put his length in as Soul did making sure you could get through the pain as quick as possible. Everyone stood still waiting for you to relax and adapt to both Soul and Kid. After about a few seconds you laid you head on Soul's chest and gave a soft nod. Kid and Soul slowly pulled out and slammed back in and kept at a slow pace. You let out a moan of pleasure as you let as you take Black*Star farther into your mouth. Black*Star then thrusted foreword hitting the back throat. You gag and quickly grab his hips making sure that it doesn't happen again. You harden your sucking and pull Black*Star even father. Kid and Soul speed up their paces. You squeeze Black*Star's hips a little harder as you feel your climax come. "YAHOO!" Black*Star yelled once he released. He slips himself out, gets off your chest and retreats to the bathroom to shower off. You try to swallow it all and wipe the rest with your hand. Kid pushes himself to face you and continues his smooth pace with Soul. Soon after you met your release. Kid slides himself out and snuggles himself in between your breasts and falls asleep. Soon you and Soul fall asleep. Black*Star came out of the shower still in nothing. "Looks like they feel asleep" He whispers as he enters the living room once again. He walks over to you and pushes your bangs out of your face and lay a soft kiss on your forehead. Black*Star pulls up his boxers and lays on the loveseat. "I love you (Y/N)" He says quietly as he falls into a deep sleep.
Maka walked up to her doorstep with Blair. She slowly opened her door to see the horror of what have come of leaving the four of them alone. "MY COUCH! THERES CUM ALL OVER MY COUCH! AND A NAKED BLACK*STAR ON MY LOVESEAT!" Maka screamed.
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You pulled harshly on the werewolf's leash, dragging him into your room. This was the third occasion you found your ghoul wreaking havoc in the village not far from your place out in the woods.

"Bad dog, Ludwig!" You scolded as you opened your door, pulling your pet inside. "How many times have I told you to stay away from that town!"

"Sorry, Mistress," He whimpered as you closed the door behind him.

"I'm going to have to punish you," You whispered, grabbing his square chin, forcing his sky blue orbs to look into your own (eye color) ones.

His features remained static, except for a quick twitch at the corners of his mouth. The pointed ears on the top of his head also flinched forward. You knew he was excited, but was trying not to show it. This happened many a time, and too be honest, you enjoyed these sessions yourself. It was nice to take charge for a change.

You sat at the edge of your bed, and gave the leash a gentle tug, summoning the awaiting wolf-man. Getting down on all fours, he crawled over to you, and sat down between your legs. Taking your end of the leather leash, your tied it to the end of the bed post.

"Now, don't move," You ordered as you stood up and strode over to the closet.

Opening it, you grabbed the black box inside, pulled it out, and closed the doors before returning to the end of the bed. Setting the chest on edge, you took the top off and gazed at the collection of toys inside. Reaching in, you grabbed a set of handcuffs, a crop, a blindfold, and a few other objects and placed them in a row along the bed. You could see the worried look in the German's face as you did so. Grinning, you grabbed the handcuffs first.

"Ludwig," you growled, opening the metal hand restraint. "You know what to do."

He mumbled something as he put his hands behind his back as you knelt down to his height, and secured the handcuffs to his wrists. Taking the blindfold, you wrapped it around his eyes and tied it.

"Good boy," You calmly said, stroking his golden hair.

He squirmed a bit beneath your touch. Feeling him try to avoid your touch, you gripped his hair roughly and forced his face into the bed sheets, making him bend over with his ass facing you. Taking the crop, you placed it over your shoulder.

"Now, Dog," You barked, standing up. "I don't want to hear any sound come from your mouth without my permission! Is that understood!" You gave his ass a hard swat with the crop.

He gritted his teeth together, but nodded.

"Good," Was all you said before returning to the job at hand.

Lifting the whip above your head, you brought it down harshly on his backside. You received the same result, his teeth gritting together as he tried to not show any indication of pain. Repeating the action several times, you noticed his hips start to flinch, trying to get out of your way. When you saw this, you placed your free hand firmly down on his lower back.

"I thought you already knew not to move!" You scolded, ripping the jeans from his bottom half. "You should have remembered from last time." 

Looking around the bed, you grabbed a small vibrator. Placing it at your lips, you licked it so that it had some kind of lubrication. Holding his tail to one side, you placed the toy in his hole. His hips were bucking at once, trying to remove the intrusion. With a quick snap of the crop, he stopped a bit. You then turned the toy on and began an unmerciful assault to his unprotected rump.

By now you thought for sure he would be a whining mess. Seeing the welts form, you stopped for a few moments. In the silence, you could hear his breathing get heavy and ragged. Knowing he couldn't take much more before breaking, and wanting to get a response out of him, you set the whip down. Reaching for the discarded jeans, you grabbed the black leather belt, folded it in half, and cracked it down on his red ass. This released a small whimper from the werewolf.

"Bad, dog!" You growled, snapping the belt down on his thighs as you scolded him. "What did I tell you about making any sound! Apologize!"

"I-I'm sorry, (Name)" He whined as his body shook.

Immediately stopping the beating, you threw the belt down and grabbed Ludwig by his collar, turned him around and forced his back against the bed.

"You are just the rebel today, aren't you?" You growled, ripping the blind fold from his watery eyes, and then glaring at the submissive blonde. "I told you not to go to the village, you did. I told you not to make a sound as you received your well deserved punishment, you did. You also broke several rules that we established a long time ago, including not to call me anything but Mistress!"

You waited for some sort of response, but the German did nothing, except give you a pleading look. Eyeing him up, you noticed the erection between his legs. A devious smile formed on your face.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You asked with a sweet tone, gently rubbing his swollen cock.

He whimpered and nodded, his gaze looking down at the work your hand was preforming on him.

"You are a bad boy, aren't you?" you asked giving his member a hard squeeze. He watched as you grabbed the cock ring from the bed, and put the plastic toy around his erection.

What he didn't see was the remote you hid in your other hand. With a quick press of a button, a small buzzing noise alerted you the toy sprung to life. Almost instantly, his hips began jerking as the ring started to vibrate around his dick, reminding him of the one that was still in his ass. The werewolf began twitching and bucking from the pleasure.

"Now no cumming until I say so," You ordered.

Climbing onto the bed, you removed your pants and panties. Sitting close to the edge of the bed once more, you grabbed his golden locks and forced him to turn around so that his face was close to your entrance.

"Lick," You ordered, holding his head up.

Like a good dog, he did as he was told. His warm muscle moved against your folds as his breathes and moans of pleasure tickled the sensitive area. Carefully he worked his way to your clit, gently flicking and rubbing small circles around it, causing a moan to escape your own lips.

"That's it, Ludwig," You moaned as your grip loosened and instead you started stroking his hair. "Just like that."

Once your little nub began to stick out, you felt his mouth wrap around your mound and start to gently suck. A tightening in your abdomen told you how close you were. Trying to get more of that moist friction, you started to move your hips to the same rhythm to his sucks and licks. When your hips met Ludwig's face, he stuck his tongue into your tight cavern, thrusting it in and out. This did it for you, you gyrated your hips faster as your orgasm hit, letting your juices flow into his awaiting mouth. He lapped at your pussy while you recovered.

"Good job, Ludwig," You panted. "Very good. I think you earned a reward."

Pushing him back so that he was sitting on his knees, you undid the leather leash and took the vibrator from his ass, tossing them both to the floor near the bed. Grabbing the collar on his shirt, you pulled him onto the bed with you. You rolled him onto his back so that you were straddling his hips. Knowing you had his full attention, you undid your shirt and threw it off the bed, soon followed by your (color) bra. You leaned forward, your bare chest rubbing against his clothed one. Using your teeth, you undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Sliding the material away from his torso, you placed wet kisses along his muscular build. Reaching one of his pink nipples, you started to lick and suck, just like he would to you if the positions were switched. When you felt a sudden buck from behind you, you remembered the cock ring on his large, red, swollen dick. It almost looked painful. Looking into the cerulean orbs, he let out an audible whine.

"Please, Mistress," He panted. "I can't take much more."

Figuring he had enough, you slid your hands behind his back and undid the cuffs. Then reaching behind you, with as much care as you could, you removed the cock ring, and set it on a nightstand. Getting back into position, you pressed your chest to his. Rubbing your wet pussy on his erection, you gave him a naughty smile.

"I think its time we traded places, don't you?" You asked.

Without a verbal answer, you found yourself flipped onto the bed, stomach down. His massive paws were roaming your body. You could feel his mouth on the back of your neck as he licked and sucked at the skin. Biting down hard on your collar bone, you let out an audible yelp, followed by a hard smack on your own rump.

"Quiet, (Name)," he growled in your ear. "You're mein bitch now."

You could feel his hard dick rubbing up and down on your ass and thighs. More moans came from your lips as his paws gripped and massaged your breasts. Pulling on your sensitive nipples, the moans got louder, especially when he rolled them between his clawed fingers.

"Good girl, (Name)," He panted.

His hands moved back up to your shoulders and entwined themselves in you (Hair length) (Hair color) locks. You could feel him sit up.

"Now shut the hell up, and enjoy the ride."

Your eyes widened as he roughly shoved his cock into your dripping entrance. Pulling  your hair back, he thrust frantically into you, causing loud cries and curses of pleasure to come from your mouth. His other hand ran up and down your sides as his claws dug in your tender flesh. It hurt so good. It didn't take long before that familiar feeling of orgasm came  upon you.

"Ludwig!" You shouted, feeling your orgasm coming.

"Hold it!" He barked.

"What?" You shouted.

"You heard me!" He snapped giving your ass another firm swat. "Your turn not to cum until I say so!"

Without warning, he pulled out of your pussy. Looking over at him with a confused look, you saw a predatory grin on his lips. In one quick movement, he slammed into your anus, causing a loud scream to escape your lips as his cock pushed its way through your tight hole.

"Ludwig!" You screamed. "Stop it!"

You felt him pause a moment. Your body quivered as you adjusted to him. Only a few times did you try this, but it still hurt at first. It took a few minutes but soon he was thrusting in and out, and it did feel good. While his cock worked your tight ass, his paw went in between your legs, and started playing with your clit and entrance.

"Cum, (Name)," He whispered, picking up the pace. "I'm close, too."

After screaming his name, you felt yourself come undone. He followed soon after. Pulling out of you, he laid down on your bed and pulled you close to him. You nuzzled against his chest as you started to fall asleep. Before you did, he grabbed your chin and looked into your beautiful eyes. Giving you one last passionate kiss, he whispered "Ich leibe dich."

"Love you, too." You replied and you both fell into a deep asleep.
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When I opened the door of my house, I expected to see my living room. I expected the couch, the coffee table, the television, the rug, the McDonald's bag I had forgotten to throw away. What I had not expected was England.

I took off my glasses and cleaned them quickly before putting them back on. Yep, my sight was working perfectly. What was not working was logic. Space. Time. Physics. Something must be wrong with the universe. Someone must be messing with the laws of nature.

Yes, England was in my living room. On the rug. Wearing my bomber jacket.

And no pants.

Mental note: Never leave the front door unlocked.

"Ah..." His back was to me, but I could still tell it was him. He was panting and mumbling things under his breath. He probably didn't realize I was standing right there. "A-Ah... 'Merica..."

Was that my name he just said? My name?


No. Fucking. Way.

England was in my living room... Wearing my jacket... Muttering my name... And...

Oh God, I didn't even want to think about what he was doing.

I was too stunned to think properly. I'm pretty sure I was blushing an unhealthy amount and I was vaguely aware of how tight my pants were, but my mind was mostly a blank slate.

"E-England?" I croaked. Shit, I didn't want my voice to sound like that! Argh, I sounded so... So... Deprived, or something!

His head whipped around to face me. His eyes were glazed with lust and he had this really creepy grin on his face. "A-me-ri-ca," he said in a sing-song voice. He sounded drunk. He stood up shakily and faced me. I quickly covered my eyes. He wasn't wearing underwear...

Definitely drunk.

I heard footsteps. Shit. He was walking right to me. I fought my sudden urge to move my hand. Why the hell would I want to see England naked? That was not on my bucket list.

A hand on my cheek made me wince. I screamed every profanity I could think of in my head. I did not want to be in this situation. Not one fucking bit.

I heard a giggle. Not a good sign. England never giggled... Except when he was drunk and had something creepy in mind. Which just so happened to be the case.

"I've been waiting for you," he sang softly. His voice sent a shiver up my spine. "What took you so long?"

"England," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking, "what the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I was waiting for you!" His hand was playing with my hair now. I forced my body not to move.

"Get out," I replied.

"Aaaw, you're no fun!" I could practically hear the pout in his voice. How strange. "Oh! What's this?" He giggled again. "America, your hair is standing up!"

Okay, scratch that, I was screaming curses humanity hadn't even invented yet in my head.

Guessing from the way England's hand was moving up to the top of my head, he had noticed Nantucket. Yes, as embarrassing as it is to admit, that little piece of hair that sticks up in the front? Yeah, that's my erogenous zone. Judging from how my lower regions were reacting, Nantucket must have been sticking up straighter tha-

"F-Fuck!" I gasped. I couldn't help it - he touched it! He touched Nantucket!

"Hm? What's this?" His voice was mocking as he poked Nantucket again. I barely suppressed a very unmanly squeak. "Oh, is this your special place?"

"Shut up, Engl- Ah...!" He was stroking it, now! I could feel his fingers moving up and down, and let me tell you, it was quite disturbing. It did not, in any way, feel good. At all. I swear!

My heart was pounding and I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan as he wrapped Nantucket around his finger and fiddled with it further.

"Cute," he whispered. He put his other hand on the top of my head and forced me down with surprising strength, making my knees buckle.

"W-What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, mentally cursing that stutter... Among other things.

I never got an answer - not a verbal one, anyway. Instead, I got England's mouth on Nantucket. I drew a sharp intake of breath as he began sucking on it, his tongue hitting it from every side.

When he was bored of that, he decided to go a step further.

My eyes shot open and I yelped as he gave Nantucket a sharp bite. Yes, that damn limey bit me.

"England!" I screeched. He just laughed at me and continued sucking my hair off. I, on the other hand, was being mentally scarred by the image in front of me - not that I wasn't being scarred by this experience already.

I will never unsee this, was all I could think.

England was wearing one of his boring green shirts, but what really ticked me off was that he also happened to be sporting my bomber jacket. What made me want to go crawl in a hole and die was the fact that he was also missing his pants. And underwear.

I found myself staring at his cock. I couldn't help it! First of all, it was kind of right in front of my face. Second, it was seriously huge and there was a fair amount of pre-cum dri- God, I hated myself for just trying to describe it in my head!

Apparently, England noticed. He grinned and said silkily, "Like what you see?"

"N-No," I said, not sounding nearly as confident as I would have liked. "I'm way bigger than that!" I laughed, but it came out awkward. His grin only widened.

"I'd like to see that," he said seductively. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back and my pants on the other side of the room. My boxers were the next to go, leaving my "problem" exposed.

"Wow, it is big!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. I didn't like that look.

"England, don't you dare," I warned.

"Or what?" he asked, his tone teasing. He started rubbing Nantucket between his fingers, not allowing me to answer. I wasn't even sure what I would have said, anyway.

"I think I prefer you like this," he murmured, his eyes darting up and down, probably mentally groping me. "I like you submissive." Still rubbing Nantucket, he reached down and started stroking my cock. I flinched, forcing down the cry of delight I had been about to utter.

"Oh please." I could barely hear England over my ridiculous heartbeat. "Come now, I know you're enjoying this. Why not just admit it?"

"I'm n-not fucking enjoying this," I hissed. He gave my cock a squeeze and I bit my lip.

"You really shouldn't lie, America," he scolded. "It will only give you trouble." He gave Nantucket a tug, forcing me to sit up on my elbows. This action confused me until he lowered his head down south.

Oh. He couldn't reach before.

He stuck out his tongue and just barely touched the tip to the head of my length. He circled it around a bit, but didn't do much more than that.

It was fucking infuriating.

"Damn it, England!" I shouted. "If you're gonna do something, just do it!"

He gave me a devious look. "I thought you didn't want me to do this at all."

"I don't!" I said quickly, flushing even more than I already was. "Just... D-Don't do things halfway!" England shrugged, smirking, and swallowed up my entire cock in one go.


I gasped at the heat, closing my eyes and groaning softly. He started humming, sending me waves of pleasure in the form of vibrations. He hadn't neglected Nantucket, either - he was still rubbing it hard. How the hell had he become so good at multi-tasking?

He finally pulled away, eliciting a small whine from me. He smirked at my response. "Don't worry, it's just for a moment," he assured. He reached for his own length and efficiently wiped all his pre-cum onto his fingers. The pull seemed to great for him, as he gave himself a quick rub before returning to me.

He took my cock back in his mouth and with his right hand - still somehow fiddling with Nantucket with his left and sucking me off with his mouth - stuck a finger into my entrance. I gasped sharply, my eyes widening.

Without wasting another moment, he inserted two more fingers, quickly followed by a fourth. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip and fighting tears. He wasn't even bothering to stretch me a little before shoving his fingers in my a-

"England!" I shouted, unable to hold back my tears. He had stuck his fifth finger in and was finally scissoring. Waves of pain shot up my spine and my mouth fell open in a silent scream. He just rolled his eyes at me, unable to reply due to the rather, er, large object in his mouth.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Oh God, I can't describe the feeling. It was incredible, to say the least.

And then he hit that spot.

"Fuck!" I gasped, my eyes practically bugging out of my head. My back arched and my head flew back.

Bad move.

England was still playing with Nantucket, so the force made him accidentally wrench it. If it hadn't been such an important part of my body - an island, no less - it would have been out of my head.

Naturally, that huge jolt of erotic pleasure that suddenly hit me all at once was more than enough to send me over the edge.

I came right in England's mouth with an especially loud moan, and I'd be damned if I said it didn't feel great.

I guess he must have been expecting that sort of reaction or something, because he didn't choke. No, instead he pulled away from my cock and kissed me deeply, forcing me to drink my own cum from his mouth.

I'd be damned if I said that wasn't awesome, either.

I barely noticed, but I'm pretty sure England came while we were kissing. When we finally parted for air, there was cum all over my stomach, my face, and the rug, but I didn't care. I grabbed England and hugged him tightly, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

"You're a fucking bastard," I muttered.

"I know," he replied with a smile.

What an unexpected way to spend my evening.
Sorry for riddling this one with curses... I usually hate cursing, but you know, it's America... He curses a lot! And if you're reading something as mature as this, then you really should be used to profanity.

ANYWAY, this was inspired by this nosebleed-worthy picture: [link]

Also, this helped, too: [link]

I hope you enjoyed it~

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You and your boyfriend Antonio have been dating for just over a year now.  he is the man that made you feel like a queen, took your virginity, and was always ever so gentle with you--including in bed, much to your dismay.

He is a police officer, and every once in a while you ask him to bring his tools to bed.  His riding crop, his cuffs, his, it gets you hot just thinking about it.  However, he always refuses.  He says every time that those tools are meant to hurt people, and he never wants to hurt you.


"Oye!" Your friend Lovino shouted as he stormed over to you "Your bastard of a boyfriend gave me another parking ticket!"

"Maybe you should stop parking on the fire line" you said with a laugh.

Lovino turned bright red and groaned, earning a pat on the head from you.

Lovino smacked your hand away leading to you returning your hand simply to annoy him, accidentally brushing his curl this time.

Lovino's blush deepened "CHIGI!" he exclaimed

Little did you know, Antonio was watching from his squad car, growing more and more jealous with every move you made.  A knock on his window startled him, and he looked to see Officer Ludwig Beildschmit ready to take over the post.  He sighed in relief and got him set up before walking over to you.

"(name)~!" he called cheerfully

You turned on the balls of your feet to face him with a smile "Hi Toni!"

"My shift is over, let's go home now"

"Okay, bye Lovino!"

"B-bye (name)" Lovino stuttered

~at home~

"Oye, (name)" Antonio said "how about we go to bed early?"

He slipped his arms around your waist and whisked you to the bedroom without another word.  He then pinned you to the wall and kissed you roughly, which you loved.  When you broke the kiss for air, he said huskily

"You've been very bad, flirting with another man"
"Who?  Lovino?  I wasn't flirting"
"Don't deny it, you need punishment"

He put seductive emphasis on the last word as he pushed you onto the bed, kissing you deeply and reaching up your shirt to grope your breast, earning a slight moan.  As soon as you opened your mouth, he shoved his tongue into your mouth and ripped your shirt off.

You are extremely surprised; he has never been so rough before!  He pouted for two days after you ripped his shirt by accident.

Before you know it, you're only in your panties and he's still fully clothed.

"Hey!" you say, breaking the kiss and panting "You've gotta get undressed, too!"

He chuckled and slowly removed his shirt painfully slowly, exposing his godlike abs bit by bit.  After that, rather than removing his belt and pants (despite the large bulge in them), he removes your panties, pulls his cuffs out and swiftly handcuffs you to the bed.

Oh now you're liking this.

You squeeze your legs together, feeling exposed and vunerable, and look up at him with your best uke face.

"Punish me, officer~" You moan, wanting to get him inside you as soon as you can.

Instead of doing the expected, he whips out his riding crop and gives your belly a good whack.  It stings in an erotically painful way as you moan.  He whacks you a few more times, your moans getting louder and your legs involuntarily spreading apart.  He abruptly stops, causing you to whimper, then, without warning, enters you with the crop.

"Ah~!" you moan, tightening around the foreign object.

At that response, he begins to pump it in and out of you with one hand as he unloads his gun with the other.

His hand absentmindedly shifts to hit your spot, earning a loud moan from your end. "Yes!  M-more!"

Instead of giving you what you wanted, he shut his gun and removed the crop, licking your juices off of it sensually.

"Mm~ delicioso~" he said, discarding the crop.

What he did next was something you'd never have expected him to do.  He shoved the barrel of his gun into you.  The cold metal of the gun against your warm, wet pussy was one of the best feelings you had ever felt.  You bucked your hips and moaned, showing him that you liked it.

"OH~!  YES!" You yelled as he started to move it, hitting your spot every time.

The gun went in and out of you at a dizzying rate, and with one last push, you came, spreading your juices all over the gun and yelling "YES!" loudly.

Antonio slowly slid the gun out of you and kissed your clit sensually, causing you to moan.

"Antonio~..." you whimpered desperately "I want you"

Antonio removed his belt, tossing it away as he whispered into your ear and stroked your clit "What Antonio?"

You moaned, bucking your hips "Officer Antonio!"

"And what do you want from Officer Antonio?"

"I want your body!"

"What part~?" he said teasingly, sliding two fingers inside you "my fingers?" he delved his fingers right into your spot, then pulled them out.  He then got his face up to your nether regions and said huskily "my tongue?" he then held your hips and stuck his tongue into your soaked core.

"I WANT YOUR DICK!" you screamed, being filled with pleasure and having to hold back from coming again.

He seemed satisfied at this, as he pulled his face away, took off his pants and boxers, revealing his very large, very hard penis.  You couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" he asked
"I've never seen it so hard..." you answered
"Neither have I" he said with a smirk

Oddly, instead of positioning himself between your legs, he straddled your waist.

"Lick it." he commanded.

You hesitantly comply, giving the tip a light lick and causing him to groan.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then proceed to suck him off.

"Oh (name)!" he exclaims, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your head up and down his dick until he pulled out and came on your (size) tits with a long moan.

"Officer~..." you moan, rubbing your legs together "Please~"

This time he played no games and started to mercilessly pound into you, hitting your spot every time.

You tightened around him, bucked your hips and came fairly soon, and he followed soon after, pulling out and laying beside you.

You both say "I love you" and "Te amo" in unison between pants before you curl up to him and fall asleep.
Antonio gets jealous when Reader seemingly flirts with someone else, and he decides to punish bed.

My first reader insert! It's super graphic, SORRY FOR BEING A PERV OTL
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Roy:  "So what....I know I'm hot, but that's besides the point. My job is to protect the Earth
along side my air head of a cousin Clout. I'm honestly the better fighter of the two, plus I've
save the planet over 500 freakin times from shit.... bad shit, global shit, religious shit, all kinds
of shit. When I'm not saving this god forsaken planet, I'm teaching these idiots behind me the
art of professional combat OR....i'm reading a damn good book in my quarters.
There's your fuck off."

Quick sketch of Roy I did last night after work.^__^
Thought it would be better to get to know Roy....threw his own words.<3  lol
Might do more of the other boys~ ....Got some sketch dumps on the way too laaaaaaaaa~
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"Time of death... Twelve hours ago at three in the morning. Cause of death... Blood loss due to the lacerations to the chest and abdominal area. Every organ in her body was ripped out of her while she was still conscious. Only her uterus was taken. For the record, this is the same organ Jack the Ripper took with him as a trophy. Let the record show that Jack the Ripper is dead. We have a copy-cat on our hands."

The coroner examined the stitched-up body of the deceased before sliding the tray back into the steel, rectangular container that would hold the corpse until a family or friend could identify and pick up the body. Unfortunately, the coroner had examined several bodies in the past week and, in those seven days, all seven victims had three things in common: the seven girls were all courtesans; they were physically weak and easy to overpower; and they were all missing their uterus.

"Also, for the record. I highly doubt that this guy will be caught. He is too patient an too neat to slip up or leave any evidence. So... Good luck with that. In fact, he probably has that cleaver in one hand and a uterus in the other, right now as I speak..."

3 a.m.: Meanwhile, in the Streets of Italy.

I wandered through the darkness, tightening my grip around the hilt of my cleaver. I used my freehand to take a look at my pocket watch.

"Three o'clock in the morning," I voiced my thoughts, sliding the watch back into the pocket of my waistcoat. "Perfect."

I aimlessly walked the streets of Italy, on the lookout for the perfect companion. You can imagine my delight when a lone courtesan passed me. I reached out for her hand and gently pulled her back to me. She glanced over her shoulder at me, like she expected me to do that.

"Ciao, bella. What are you doing out here?" I asked, putting on the most genuine Italian accent I could manage and wooing the courtesan with my a most charming and flirtatious grin.

"I was looking for some company," she purred and I found myself staring into her eyes which held a childlike curiosity. She hand't been a courtesan for long but I wasn't picky with my prey, so long as they were women on the street without a single thing to offer me in return for their life. It was more fun that way. "I get lonesome at night. Perhaps... you can change that, tonight?"

"Si," I nodded, slowly sliding my freehand from behind my back as I flicked my hair to the side with a winning smile, keeping her eyes on my face. "I can do that."

The courtesan giggled and I slowly leaned in. She parted her lips a little, already suggesting that we lost tongue. Unfortunately, I did not plan on putting anything pleasurable into her. Well, not pleasurable for her anyway.

"Ng! Ah! Hm..." The girl moaned softly under her breath, but there wasn't a hint of pleasure in it. The cleaver I had in her side was what made those pained noises escape her lips. "S-stop... I... I'm bleeding... I'm losing blood... S-stop... Please..."

I pushed down on the pommel and the blade cut cleanly through her flesh. Still, she pleaded for her life. It was music to my ears.

"What do you have to offer me, bella?" I asked, leaning in with the cheesiest grin as she stared into my eyes with pure fear. It felt good.

I watched the blood trickled down her side and I felt my eyes widen with glee. In a frenzy, with a lust for blood, I slid the blade across her stomach to expose her organs. I grinned from ear to ear as I then slid the knife from her collar bone to her belly button.

"G-gah! Ah! No! Stop!" She struggled, but I had her straddled as I sat on her lap with my boots on her wrists, pinning them to the floor.

All she could do was watch as I cut her open at my own, leisurely pace. Her screams didn't make me falter. I was so use to them. The other seven were neat kills, but they sure-as-hell weren't quick. Like my other seven victims, this whore was still alive as I pulled the flaps of skin open until they clung to her arm in blood.

"You're sick! You fucking asshole, YOU'RE SO SICK!" The girl struggled under me, but she only lost blood faster that way. Her fate was in her own hands now.

I stared down at the healthy organs inside her body and I brought the cleaver to my lips, running my tongue up the steel, bloodstained surface of it and lapping up the blood. I closed my eyes, moaning softly as I licked the blade clean.

"Ugh..." She responded weakly, turning her head with a look of disgust. She closed her eyes so that she didn't have to look at me, just like the others. However, like the others, I would be the last thing she saw before her eyes closed again. Forever.

Time-skip: six hours later.

"Time of death... Three in the morning, six hours ago. Cause of death... Unlike the other seven victims, this woman did not die of blood loss. She is littered with lacerations to the chest and abdominal area, and has no uterus in her possession as of late, granted, but that was not her cause of death. Whereas the other courtesans were too weak to fight, this young lady fought to her last dying breath. Let the record show that there is epithelial tissue under her fingernails. She fought back and the killer murdered her for it, with a bullet to the head. For the record, the killer has never used a gun in the previous seven killings. He is either changing his M.O. or has someone to assist him now."

The coroner took in a deep breath once he was finished examining the body. He sighed softly, zipping the courtesan up in a body bag before sending her off in the van that would take her to the morgue for further examination.

"Our killer has made a friend..."

3 a.m.: 12 hours later, a dark alley.

I walked down the alleyway with one hand holding on tightly to my cleaver and the other holding up my pocket watch as I watched the last few seconds to three tick by at the watch's own, leisurely pace.

"Come on, come on! I don't have all fucking day!" I cursed the pocket watch in my hand, slicing through thin air with the cleaver in the other as I started to grow impatient.

"Patience is-a the key," a chilling, Italian voice spoke up out nowhere and I looked in the direction of the voice. "So fucking be patient!" He said moodily as he flicked his reddish-brown hair to the side, his purplish-pink eyes fixated on me.

It was Luciano Vargas, the one that put an end to the struggling and screaming of my prey, twelve hours before. He was just jealous that I was having all the fun. I assumed that he would join me for the chase tonight and, presumably, become my partner in crime. We were both mad, we both loved knives and we both enjoyed torturing our victims while putting them through as much pain as possible. We were practically soul-mates and I think he knew that too.

"Says the wacko that killed my prey yesterday," I grumbled coldly and he looked at me with the most unsavoury glare. "Can't stand to see others wield knives so skillfully?" I asked with teasing eyes and he looked away, not even dignifying that with a response.

The two of us quit bantering when we heard the clicking of heels on the sidewalk. He side-glanced at each other with the most chilling smirks before making our way over to the unsuspecting whore.

"Courtesans... My favourite-a kind," Luciano purred under his breath and I happily nodded as we neared her. He got his throwing knives read and I spun the cleaver around in my hand eagerly. "I don't-a want any of-a that fucking freaky-a shit you do with-a that cleaver on-a the whores. We want-a this-a to be painful and-a messy..." I nodded agreeably.

The courtesan looked over her shoulder at us and she was greeted by our gleaming blades as we calmly walked after her. I slid my cleaver down the blades of Luciano's throwing knives and the sound sent a shiver down the courtesan's spine, throwing her into a panicky state and urging her to flee. She did and, the moment she started running, Luciano skillfully through a set of throwing knives her way and they gracefully found their target, lodging themselves into her calves.

"Ah!" A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she fell to her knees. The two of us went over to her at our own leisurely pace, letting the panic sink in to her mind. "D-don't hurt me! Let me g-gah!"

"Shut-a the fuck up," Lucian cursed her, spitting near her hands and slamming his boot down onto the pommels of the throwing knives in her calves, one by one, letting them sink into her flesh and make her cry out in pain. "Much-a butter..."

Meanwhile, I took my trusty cleaver and put an end to the pain in her calves, moving it up to her thighs instead as I brought the cleaver down unto her legs, one at a time. It was a messy amputation as the smooth, sharp edges of the cleaver divided the flesh, but not the bone. That is, until I had encouraged her bones to break by repeatedly slamming the heel of my boot onto her leg until I heard a sickening crack before proceeding to do the same to the other.

The courtesan struggled in her own blood, crying out for mercy and, as she did, I noticed Luciano's pupils dilate with pleasure. Being begged for mercy seemed to turn the psychotic Italian on. I grinned from ear to ear, very much in love with the personality of my new friend who was as mad as I, with the potential to be madder.

Luciano caught me staring and looked my way with a sudden change in mood. His eyes were filled with anger and impatience as he silently ordered me to continue with a flick of the muzzle of his pistol. Luciano thrust the daggers into the courtesan's chest. One between her breasts, the other in her bellybutton and the third one in between. Luciano pushed her down onto the floor so that she laid on her back. The blood trickled down from these wounds and spurted into Luciano's face once he used leaned in close and used the heel of his boot to kick the pommels in deeper, until the hilt disappeared into her body, surrounded by viciously lacerated flesh and blood.

I watched in awe, standing back to see Luciano at work. I already felt so protective of him, so possessive over him and I couldn't tell why. I figured that it would be because he was the only man out there that shared the same secret with me. We were both serial killers, we both adored blood and we simply loved to play with our prey before killing it. Call me sick, but those signs alone point to fate. I sighed dreamily as I stared at his bloodstained profile, his unruly fringe drenched with blood and clinging to his forehead. I snapped out of it, though, the moment the courtesan spat in Luciano's face and hissed angry cusses at him. It was understandable; we were killing her after all, but for her to use such foul language on my Luciano...

"Puta! Bastardo! Puta! Fottiti!" I hissed right in her face and she shut her eyes tightly, warm tears rolling down her cheeks. "Lay a hand on my Luciano and I will make your death FAR more overwhelming," I threatened and she helplessly nodded. Even still, I could not let this slide and I effortlessly slid the tip of my cleaver into her chest, until the entire blade disappeared. I tore her heart apart. "Like you tore mine by being so fucking rude to my Luciano," I growled, baring my teeth as I firmly held the cleaver in place until her head tilted lifelessly to the side and her body went limp. "Bitch."

Meanwhile, Luciano stared at me in surprise. He tilted his head to the side with a childlike curiosity in his eyes.

"Your-a true colours are-a appealing," Luciano nodded approvingly, walking through the pools and smears of blood to get closer to me. I stood up straight and looked down into his eyes. "What is-a your-a name?"

"(Name)..." I murmured, almost shyly, as I turned my face to hide madly blushing cheeks. He seemed to take a liking to me too. The thought was frightening: me wanting another man to fall in love with me. "(Full name)."

"Oh? Si, this is-a good..." He voiced his thoughts with an approving grunt. He took me by the hand, both of them bloodstained, and pulled me closer.

"Why?" I asked, unable to escape my inquisitive nature when it came to such beautiful monsters like him. "Why is this good?"

"Because, bello, now I know whose-a name to scream while-a you fuck me," Luciano shrugged as he stated his case bluntly in a matter-of-fact tone. "That is-a good, si?"

"S-si," I managed to utter, shocked as I still tried to process his first sentence. "Si, this is good..."

"Good, good," Luciano nodded happily as he looked up at me with the most charming grin, guiding my hands to his belt. "So, fuck-a me."

I didn't even dignify that with a response. No... Instead, I responded with actions. I used both hands to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling it down to his thighs along with his underwear. It was far too early for anyone else to find us in the street and, so, I eagerly slid my hands down his waist and took the head of his member into my hands, the hilt of my cleaver between my teeth. Luciano tightened his grip around the throwing knives in his hands and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hot, passionate French kiss as I massaged him downstairs to please him, to make him go hard. He moaned into the kiss, shoving his tongue down my throat and making me moan too.

With our psychopathic natures, neither of us felt any shame for doing this out in the open street. It was too dark for us to be seen, the brutally murdered corpse laying under the street light being only a small portion of the thrill. Grinding up against me, Luciano ran his hands up and down my chest, testing the waters before starting to unbutton my shirt. The sleeves slid off of my shoulders and he placed his hands there, pushing me up against the wall and staring up into my eyes with the most sadistic grin as he kissed roughly down my collarbone. I hated when others tried to dominate me but when they submitted to me... why, it just turned me on.

I grabbed Luciano's wrists and lifted his hands off of my shoulder. I flipped us around so that his back was up against the wall. He pulled away from me as I leaned in, turning his cheek so I couldn't get to his lips. I frowned. That was simply unacceptable. I turned him around on his heels and pulled him away from the wall. I slid my hands up his back and pushed down on his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend over. He struggled, playing hard to get, but I put an end to his insubordination as I roughly entered him, sliding in one moment and thrusting in deeper the next. He moaned out of pleasure and of pain as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him and a low, maniacal laugh escaped his lips. He was insane. He was enjoying the pain more than the pleasure.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" I purred into his ear, sliding a hand down his chest as I kept the other between his shoulder blades, holding him in place.

I placed my hand on his crotch, taking the hard head of his member between my fingers and pumping it.

"! SI!" Luciano cried out in pure bliss as I played with him, violently pounding into his arse as I rocked back and forth inside of him. "S-si, (Name)! J-j-just like-a that! Si!" Luciano moaned in pain every time I slid in and out of him, harder and faster with every powerful thrust. I was out of control and Luciano was simply having a ball because of it.

I moaned loudly into Luciano's ear as I rolled my hips, dipping in and out of him. Luciano bucked his hips into mine and I lost my breath, forgetting to breath as I squeezed his hard-on with both hands and held his hips in place, pounding aggressive into his arse again and again until he had no more strength to stand.

"S-stop... I need-a the strength to run from-a the scene of-a the crime," Luciano panted heavily underneath me but I kept on going until he fell to his knees, holding onto the brick wall. "(N-Name)..."

His exhausted moans and groans were music to my ears as I screwed him to his last sigh. Tears started to well-up in his eyes as I pulled him up from his knees, holding him up the entire time that I thrust deeper and deeper into him until, finally, I released into him. Luciano tried to catch his breath as I messed him up, shutting his eyes tightly as a loud, longing moan escaped his lips.

"" Luciano made the most pleased noises under his breath as I took my sweet time to slide out of him. Luciano looked over his shoulder at me with madly blushing cheeks.

I knew he was tired, so I placed my hands on the wall, on top of his, and intertwined my fingers with his as I gently rocked back inside of him. The moment he relaxed, I ran my hands down his back and took his arse by the cheeks, spreading them. With a soft chuckle, I aggressively shoved the hard head of my member inside of him and he instinctively shut his eyes. It was that hardness inside of him that had him moaning helplessly in pain and pleasure alike.

"Not what-a you expected?" I whispered whispered teasingly into Luciano's ear with a hard, powerful thrust that had him pushed up against the wall.

"N-no..." He answered bluntly, a longing moan escaping his lips again with those words as I fucked him to his last moan. I cried out as I felt myself release into him again and he held back, trying to muffle his scream with my arm. "A-ahh! Hmm! Nnnnngg! (N-Name)! Ng!"

"Si?" I asked as monotonously as ever into his ear as I rolled his hips. Every time the head of my member dipped into him, I had to hold back a pleased moan. It must have been humiliating, being messed up in the middle of the street like this. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked him so innocently as I massaged his inner thighs, making him quiver with pleasure under me.

"I-I've had enough," Luciano mumbled, too embarrassed to admit that he hated to be dominated by others. I decided to play the part of the sadistic seme and clicked my tongue at him.

"I haven't," I said, grinning from ear to ear as I executed a few quick, powerful thrusts at short bursts of speed.

"A-a-ah!" Luciano moaned, surprised by the sudden speed he was fucked at. "Enough... ENOUGH! I said I had-a fucking enough! A-a-ah! N-ng! Hm! A-ah! Ng!"

The more he ordered me to stop, the harder and faster I banged him... and I wasn't gentle about it either. Luciano resorted to begging and I took it as an invitation to fuck him at full speed. Moaning at the top of my lungs, I provided him with one, final thrust before collapsing on top of him, the head of my member still inside of him as I stayed bent over him.

"G-get out... I... Hm... Ng... Ah..." Luciano couldn't put his thoughts into words so I took my sweet time to slide out of him, teasing him with a quick thrust for every millimeter I moved.

I could feel my heart violently pound inside my chest as I zipped up my pants and buttoned up my dress-shirt, watching as Luciano did the same. We stared at each other the entire time as we smoothed down our creased attire and I couldn't help but grin as he went red in the face, thinking of how well I did tonight.

"Maybe we should do that after every kill," I suggested, taking Luciano by the wrist and lightly kissing the back of his hand. He frowned at me. "I'll make it worth your while..."

"Si. I know," Luciano grumbled coldly under his breath as he looked away, blushing madly. I didn't take my eyes off him though. "Fine~" He sang, starting to walk away from the scene of the crime with me in tow.

"Brilliant," I purred under my breath, lightly squeezing his hand.

We gave an all new meaning to the term partners in crime and, while Luciano put the laughter in slaughter, I put the own in moan. And never in my days with Luciano have I forgotten to remind him of that.
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This is kind of a follow up to ... I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I think I'm slowly building a series of Hetalia drawings based on different surveys xD Anyway, when I found this list of the horniest countries in the world, I just couldn't help myself.

The drawing is based on this list: [link]
- And those results are based on a survey by condom maker Durex so the accuracy is debatable.

I didn't draw the moon and star in Malaysia's flag nor did I draw the icons on China's flag or the icon on Brazil's. Those a copy-paste icons 'cause I got incredibly lazy and I figured it would be impossible for me to draw Brazil's icon properly xD


I haven't posted anything here for a while and thought it was finally time for me to be a bit active again. Which means I've postponed some VERY important homework. My teacher told the class if we didn't turn in the last assignment in time, he would drop us an entire grade when it comes to our year mark. My average mark don't want that!! And my assignment is already coming in late D:! Hopefully he won't do anything if I get it done by tonight (though it's very unlikely -_-')

More irrelevant information: my back is KILLING me! I started sketching the last of this drawing last night (also got some actual lineart down), and when I woke up this morning, I nearly hadn't gotten out of bed because of my back... And then I did the best thing to do when your back hurts after having drawn almost the entire night - I began drawing AGAIN. I've drawn the entire day today and now my back is seriously... dead... I should start sitting somewhere else when I'm drawing xD! This happens every damn time.

By the way, can you guess what Brazil was doing since we weren't able to get a connection to him ;D?
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You stand in front of your best friend since kindergarten and crush since last year, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Looking down at your feet you wait for him to react to the news.
"Y-You're moving?" he asks in disbelief. All you could manage is a short nod to confirm. "When?"
"Today," you manage to whisper out.
"Where?" he asks still asking one word questions.
"Canada (lets say you don't live there)," you tell him still staring at your shoes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gilbert asks. You look up at him to see his eyes filled with hurt and abandonedment.
"I didn't want you to leave me," you choke out a little louder than before. "I don't want you to hate me for leaving because..." You gently cup the side of his face and capture his lips with yours. Gilbert stands in shock as you do the thing you've only dreamed of. Before Gilbert can react you pull away, both of your faces bright red in embarrassment. "... I really like you."
"________! Come on! It's time to go!" your father calls from the car and you rush off to said car.
"Bye!" you call out the window waving at all your friends. Gilbert is the only one not waving as his hand is gently touching his lips where you kissed them. Your car soon disappears down the road along with the moving trucks and only then does Gilbert start to cry because he had realized that he may never see you again.

~~~Time skip~! to years later~~~

~Your POV~

You sigh feeling great as you open the doors of your new coffee shop. You had gone through college and with some help from your parents you had finally opened a coffee shop right here in the town you grew up in. Stepping into the new shop you walk around admiring everything. As you're walking around the store you hear the soft chiming as the door opens and in walks two people, both males. One is tall with glasses and an emotionless face while the other is small with a smile on his face.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for the owner, Mr. ______ _______. I wanted to apply for a job here," the smaller one says after tapping your shoulder.
"I'm the owner," you tell him.
"Oh! Well I'm here to apply for the new job," he tells you handing you over the application form he filled out.
"So Tino, you seem like a good employee. Is your friend here applying too?" you ask reading over the sheet.
"No he just came with me," Tino answers for him.
"Well I'm ________ _________," you say holding out your hand to for the taller man to shake.
He nods shaking your hand and says, "I'm Berwald and this is my wife." Tino blushes at this and mouthes 'sorry' to you.
"No it's okay," you say patting Tino on the shoulder. "I'm happy for you two. Now lets see if I can find a uniform for you." You walk behind the counter where a few boxes are lined up. Opening the first one you pull out the smallest size you can find. The uniform is just an apron with the shop's name on it. It's a dark color as to not stain easily with multiple pockets for easy reach. "Lets see if this will fit," you say handing it to him. The application had notes on the uniform as what to wear underneath the apron.
"I didn't expect you to be into that type of thing," Tino comments as he puts on the apron.
"What thing again?" you ask going over a stock list.
"That Berwald called me his wife," Tino answers looking down at the uniform.
You pull out a name tag but mess up on typing out the name as you hear this, cursing under your breath at the machine. "Oh yeah..." You trail off lost in your memories as you hand Tino his name tag. "Well years ago I had this really big crush on another boy but I had to move and I haven't seen him since. Before I left I told him how I felt and kissed him though." You shake your head to clear yourself of the memory.
"Do you feel the same now?" Berwald asks.
You blush and nod saying, "Yeah, I still love him. Never got to know what he thinks of me...." Berwald nods at your answer and thinks back to all those years ago. He had seen you kiss Gilbert that day you moved. Only he and a few others had seen. No one found out what Gilbert had thought of you after that because he would always avoid the subject. Right now he's dating a girl by the name of Elizaveta Hedervary from Hungary. A couple people say that the only reason he does is because he doesn't want to get hit by the frying pan she carries around. Tino on the other hand doesn't know you for he moved here from Finland.
You look up from what you're doing as you hear the little chime at the door go off again. In walks in a tall man with violet eyes and a childish smile on his face. With him is a female with short hair and a huge chest.
"May I help you?" you ask from behind the counter.
"Da, I would like to apply for a job," the woman hands you an appilcation.
By the end of the day you have four employees, 2 male Tino and Vash, and 2 female Katayushi and Lili.
The next day you're in the store with the rest of your workers and Berwald, who wanted to come and see how everything's going. You turn the sign at the door to open and wait. Not too long after people start to come in. A one table has three men an italian, a german, and a japanese man. The german seems to be irritated by the italian's constant talking but the japanese man just reads the atmosphere and refrains from speaking.
At another table, this one is larger, five men sit talking to each other. Ivan, Katayushi's younger brother, is sitting next to a chinese man and talking to him. A canadian is sitting unnoticed next to a loud american man who's arguing with a british man with large eyebrows.
You walk up to their table to ask if they want anything else. Most of them have something already but your'e just making sure. The only other people are three friends of Berwald and Tino.
"Would that be all you want today?" You ask approaching the table. A few of them nod but when the american looks at you something sets you off as he stares at you. You're about to ask what's wrong when he suddenly bursts out.
"Hey! I know you! You're that kid that moved away!" he says loudly drawing attention to you.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about Alfred?" the british man asks.
"Don't you remember Iggy? This is the kid that kissed Gilbert!" Alfred says loud enough for everyone to hear. At the mention of Gilbert your face turns red in a blush.
"W-Wait, you s-saw that?" you ask in a normal level of talking, your face still bright red.
"You bet I did!" he says triumphantly still as loud as before.
"D-Did Gilbert by a-any chance say anyt-thing about me?" you ask looking at the floor as your face lights up more.
"Nope, I don't think so," Alfred says shrugging. "He would always avoid the subject."
"Oh," is all you can say as you walk back to the cash register and stand there depressed. From what you heard it sounded like Gilbert would never want to see you again. You didn't know kissing someone could have that effect on them. You should have just kept it a secret and not told him. Back then you had thought you would never move back here so you risked everything just to kiss him. You still haven't found anyone else you felt so deeply about.
You slowly sip out of your cup looking down at the black coffee that has a slight reflection of your depressed face. You've been standing like this for almost half an hour.
"_________," Berwald says placing a hand on your shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm drowning my sadness in coffee," you say not looking up at him.
He sighs before saying, "Just because Gilbert didn't talk about you doesn't mean he doesn't feel the same way."
"No he doesn't! He probably hates me! He probably doesn't want to see my face again! And then I'll have to close up the shop and move out of town because I'll be to ashamed to see him!" you whimper into your cup. Before either you or Berwald can say anything a voice draws your attention.
"Excuse me," someone says causing you to look up slightly at the person.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" you ask. This man seems french with long blond hair and a definite accent.
"I would just like to order for me and my friends," he tells you. You quickly get everything, trying to distract yourself with work.
"Here let me help you with that," you say taking half the order and carrying it to his table. At the table is a spaniard with brown hair and a hungarian girl hitting someone on the head with a frying pan. You quickly set the things down on the table and grab the pan.
"Excuse me but I'll have to ask you to stop hitting my customers or I'll be forced to kick you out," you tell the girl who glares at you for stopping them.
"And what kind of authority do you have here?" she snaps pulling her frying pan from your hands.
"I'm the owner, ________ _______," you tell her looking her straight in the eyes. She just turns to her coffe with a huff. You turn to the man she was hitting. He has white hair and bright red eyes and is staring at you strangely... he reminds you of someone... he looks just like... Gilbert.
"________?" he asks looking up at you from his seat. That voice, that hair, those eyes. Everything's the same! This is Gilbert! Your face turns brighter red than before as you realize who it is but quickly turn around and run to the back of the store into your office, closing the door behind you.
"_______!" you hear Gilbert call you.
A knocking comes from the locked door but you don't answer just sit against it with your knees pulled up to your chest. "_______ what's wrong?" Tino asks through the door.
"Leave me alone!" you yell back through the door. Silent tears roll down your face but you don't dare let him hear you crying.
"Come on _________ you can't stay in there all day," Tino tells you trying at the door knob again.
"Yes I can!" you call back to him, trying and failing to wipe the tears away.
"________, Gilbert wants to talk to you," Tino tells you.
"He just wants to tell me he never wants to see me again!" you cry out more tears streaming down your face.
"That's not true, birdie," Gilbert says through the door. Your breath catches in your throat at that name. He would call you birdie years ago. Sure you said it was girly and sounded weird but he still wouldn't stop calling you it and it always made you feel special.
"Yes it is," you say calming down a bit but not completely. "Alfred said you would avoid talking about me after I left."
"There's a reason for that, birdie," he tells you. You feel butterflies in your stomach as he calls you it again.
"And what's that reason?" you ask curious.
"You have to come out of there to find out," he says. You hesitate for a moment before pulling yourself up from your seat on the floor and unlocking the door resulting in a small click. You pull the door open slowly and step out. Your eyes are red from crying but you've managed to stop the tears from flowing. You look at the ground as you approach Gilbert, not having the courage to look up at him.
"What's your reason?" you ask still staring at your feet. You feel his hands gently lift your chin up so you're looking him in the eyes. You're looking into those bright red eyes that you love so much.
He slowly moves to whisper in your ear and says just loud enough to hear, "I never got to say, I love you too." You're shocked but don't get to say anything as Gilbert presses his lips up to yours in a kiss. One of his hands is on the back of your head so you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to while the other one pulls you closer to him by your waist. You're shocked at first, not able to move, but after a few seconds you relax into the kiss. Your chest feels like it wants to explode right now and you're sure everyone can hear your heart heart pounding in your chest. You slowly pull away for air and a loud irritated voice causes both of you to look over at the hungarian girl from before.
"Who the hell is that Gilbert?" she demands, frying pan in hand. You slightly move behind Gilbert at the sight of her angry face.
"This is the awesome me's totally awesome boyfriend," he says putting a hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair.
"No! I'm your girlfriend!" the girl yells at him. She's stepping closer to you two and you're afraid you'll get to know what it feels like to have a bashed skull.
"Not anymore, you're too unawesome for the awesome me!" Gilbert says confidently. "Besides, I saw you making out with the unawesome piano player yesterday. I was going to break up with the unawesome you today anyways."
The girl grumbles before stomping out of the shop. You swear she has smoke coming out of her ears. She loudly slams the door to the shop, causing somethings to fall off counters but you catch the glass ones before they hit the floor. You set the items back on the counter before you feel Gilbert's breath on the back of your neck.
"Now where were we?" he whispers in your ear. You turn around to face him when he pushes his lips back onto your's adding more passion into this one. His tounge forces its way into your mouth and starts to explore the wet cavern before you push him off you.
"G-Gil, stop," you say panting a bit from the lack of air.
"Why! That's not awesome ________! Why did you stop me!?!" he whines his arms on either side of you on the front counter keeping you from going anywhere.
"My customers," you say a large blush making its way to your face. "We're still in my shop. I'm supposed to be working." It's true, pretty much everyone is watching the two of you making out.
"Fine," he whines standing up straight. You stand up as he moves out of the way and fix your clothes. He kisses your cheek and as he pulls away slowly he whispers into your ear, "But you have to come over tonight instead." Your face turns even brighter red as he says this. He starts to walk back to his seat but not before calling back to you saying, "Everyone's staring because they're jealous of our awesome love!"
By the end of the day you luckily didn't lose any customers because of Gilbert's little actions. When you walked pass him he would smack your butt and when he came up to order something he would always find a way to sneak in a kiss of some sort, from a quick peck to quickly making out with you. Through the whole day he didn't leave and you could constantly feel him staring at you. It made you feel a bit antsy but it felt good to be back with him after all these years.
You pull off your apron and pull on your jacket as you exit the shop having closed it up. Suddenly you're lifted up causing you to squeak in surprise.
"What the-!" you start surprised but you stop as you hear Gilbert's signature 'Kesesesese~!'
"Don't worry Liebling~! We're going to have some fun back at my house~!" he says causing you to go bright red for the millionth time today. You're the last one here so you're glad no one can see you like this. And just like that Gilbert starts to carry you off to his house.
This is a entry for :iconlightoflaurelin:'s contest.
This was supposed to be for the saying; You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
I tried to incorporate it (it's in the beginning) but I probably failed at that... well at least I entered a contest!
I know I made Hungary like a jackass but I just thought she should act like that in this one. Note: I don't have anything against her!
If people really want me to write a lemon and it would be my FIRST one! (even though I read it all the time) just comment me and that will decide for itself.
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~Don't Ignore Me!~
[Usagi!Latvia x Male!Reader]

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Raivis loves (f/n). He loves his master. He's loved (f/n) since he found the shivering, cold, homeless bunny boy almost dead in the streets of (city) and had the heart to take him in. He happily fed him, clothed him, educated him and loved him in return. Almost everyday they would snuggle up in a heated blanket together, (f/n) would stroke his long white ears atop his head as Raivis practiced his reading by going through his beloved romance novels. He adored the time they spend together; cuddling together or doing less innocent activities... He loved them all.
Now the Latvian bunny boy was (f/n)s caretaker. Since he took him in, the (nationality)s workload had almost doubled trying to provide for them both in their small home. Even though his greek boss, she claims she's Atlantic but no one believes her, always tries to make it easier for him, (f/n)'s the only real reliable person she has to complete the workload.

(F/n) didn't hate his work, not at all. His job was to edit the draft of his boss, Antheia Karpusi's romance novels. She adored to write love stories, he adored editing and proof reading her love stories and Raivis adored reading the finished product of her love stories. Everyone loved it. But Raivis didn't like that it would keep his time with his lover short.

Raivis was currently alone on the lounge room couch, a red blanket blanket around his form, a romance novel by Antheia labelled 'The Reason' on his lap and a cup of hot chocolate held under his twitching nose. He sighed and smiled happily as he closed the novel.
"Uwaaaa~ I'm so happy it didn't have a tragic ending~" he hummed placing the novel down and breathing in the smell of his half full drink. He took a sip and looked over to a clock hanging on a wall.
"It's already 3:25? I should check on (f/n), since I last saw him proof reading at 11" he said to himself before quickly slurping the rest of his drink, untangling himself from the warmth of his blanket and marched off to his lovers office.

Raivis wore a cute pair of beige knee length pants, a blue and white stripy long sleeve shirt with a big bow and white socks. He loved attire like this because (f/n) would always pull him into a hug and rub his fur cooing at how adorable he is.
He stopped outside of the office door and gave a soft knock.
Dissatisfied with no answer; he knocked again harder.
Met again with silence; he puffed out a cheek in slight annoyance and proceeded to creak the door open.

Across the room sat his beloved with a hand hiding his head up and the other holding a red pen,his desk pulled with overflowing papers and some piles with sticky notes atop; like 'Lies and Rumours', 'Teachers Pet' or 'Loyalty'. Raivis could only guess that they were more of Antheia's stories that needed to be edited but he kept silent and moved around the paper stacks almost painting the floor white. When he reached the desk, all he saw was (f/n)'s eyes moving, scanning along the page of words, he nearly jumped when (f/n) moved a hand to cross out and re-write a typo.
Seeing that he hadn't been discovered yet; Raivis took the chance to look closer at (f/n). He felt concerned upon seeing bags forming under the mans (e/c) eyes and his (h/c) hair messier than usual.

Feeling that (f/n) needed a break; he lifted a hand and waved it in front of the unresponsive (h/c). But he didn't notice, Raivis then clicked his fingers together and gently said "(f/n)...?" But the exhausted man still didn't respond.
Puffing out his cheeks in an adorable manor; Raivis came closer and took the red pen out of (f/n)s hand.
"Geez (f/n), Don't ignore me!" The Latvian bunny pouted, his ears and tail twitching.
"...Raivis...?" (F/n) finally looked up to meet his worried violet eyes. Raivis let out a sigh of relief.
"Finally you see me (f/n), I was *sniff* getting worried" the bunny boy sniffles holding the pen in both hands as tears started to prick the corners of his eyes. (F/n)s (e/c) eyes softened at the sight and he outstretched a hand to pat the blondes head.
"I'm sorry for making you worry Rai" he said comfortingly making the tears start to disappear and for Raivis to smile and nuzzle into the pat.

(F/n) slowly retracted his hand, the (h/c) haired boy closed his eyes and stretched his armed behind his back, rolling his should joints feeling them loosening as he moved, then yawning and wiping the tired tears from his eyes. (F/n) looked to his wristwatch and almost had a heart attack.
"Shit! It's Already 3:30! Antheia'll Be Here Soon!" (F/n) shrieked, quickly snatching he red pen back and flipping through the stack of papers labelled 'How to Help'. Raivis pouted and looked to his poor tired, exhausted boyfriend.
"No, (f/n) you need a break" Raivis says putting his hands on his hips to which his fluffy tail flickered back and forth.
"Raivis, you don't understand. This novel has to be completed by today and Antheia will come here to pick up the one I've just finished. I need to get this done." He responded.
"What you need is a break, stop and breath" the blonde rebutted.
"I can't afford to stop-"
"You NEED to stop (f/n)!" The tears came back in Raivis's violet eyes as he tried to convince his lover to take a break.
"But I need to edit this-"
"(F/n), Don't Ignore Me! You've been doing this since 8:00 this morning and we've hardly been together all day, y-you need to de-stress from this work for a bit..." Raivis says wiping a teary eye.
"Raivis... I understand what you're saying... But... But I just can't afford to take a break right now..." (F/n) puts his head back down with his red pen back in paper, almost dismissing the bunny boy in front of him.

Raivis looked down disappointed that (f/n) wouldn't stop and take a break. He'd hoped he could convince him to come out, sit on the couch with him so they could snuggle and watch TV together. He sighed and looked to the (h/c) haired man to back to his editing, looking like he'd shut down any second, land face first into the papers and sleep his stress away.
His violet eyes traced the papers on the floor until they landed of the big stacks circling (f/n)s desk, blinking the last of his tears away, the bunny boy slowly lowered himself to the large stacks. A sudden idea popped into his head that would almost force his boyfriend to stop and take a breath from his work.
He blushed pink as he slowly moved two stacks of papers not yet edited labelled 'Hard to Get' and 'Spoilt Brat', now seeing his boyfriends open legs that wore long black pants and sneakers on his feet.
His size allowed him to squeeze through so he sat on his knees and slipped the two paper stacks back to block behind him. Raivis the took in a puff of air with a determined look painting his face, usually he was too embarrassed to do this kind of thing, normally (f/n) does it to him, but he reassured himself that this would help (f/n) calm down and take the little break he needed.

~Lemony time skip~

"Feel better now?" The bunny boy asked wagging his fluffy white tail.
"Well I about had a heart attack"
Raivis jumped and looked down disappointed that he didn't end up helping (f/n) de-stress; small tears began forming.
"But that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had so I can't be mad at you" (f/n) smiled down and Raivis brightened up with a relieved smile. He crawled up, using (f/n)s legs as leverage and stretched up into a sweet kiss.
"I love you my adorable bunny boy~"

 ~Extended Ending~
Antheia stood outside the door with a blush in her cheeks and a hand over her lips, at first she shook with shock but then sparkles formed in her eyes.
"I knew It!" She whispered to herself clutching a fist to her chest.
"I will write this into a new story~" she hummed quietly exiting the house so the two could finish up.
Requested by :iconcalitheanimelover:
A bunny boy Latvia x male reader lemon! I decided to small him an Usagi because its the Japanese word for bunny. So seeing how half cat half humans are called Nekos which is the Japanese word for kitty; I thought it would be appropriate to call him an Usagi :iconrena-ryuuguuplz:

Reposted! and De-Lemoned! Remember to please keep comments here~ :iconyuinodplz:

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The young male walked the halls of Ouran High School, ignoring the murmurs of the students that he passed. (y/n), despite having a cheerful, outgoing personality, was a member of the Black Magic Club, thus he wore a black cape over his school uniform, which was the cause of the murmurs of the students. He usually wore it without the hood covering his face, but he put it up when performing his rituals with the leader of the Black Magic Club, Nekozawa-senpai. (y/n) (l/n) was a very attractive young man, his (h/c) short hair was healthy and was surprisingly soft for a guy, his (e/c) eyes shone with energy and his figure was thin and lean, yet pretty strong.

Class was over and he excused himself from the club’s activities to go to the Host Club. His best friends and classmates, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, had invited him over cause they said their boss wanted to talk to him.

(y/n) reached the two large doors that led to the clubroom which was also an abandoned music room. He turned the handle and opened the doors, As soon as he entered, he was glomped by a small figure.

“(y/n)-chan!!!” a blonde midget cheered.

“Oh!! Uhhh, h-hey.”

“Oh, (y/n), you made it!” Hikaru said, getting up from the couch he was sitting on.

“Hey Hikaru!”

“Hunni, you can get off him now,” Kaoru said. The midget, that (y/n) figured to be named Hunni, leaped off (y/n) and walked over to a different couch facing a table with a large cake at the middle. Also occupying the couch was a rather tall, serious looking guy.

“So guys, why did you call me here?” (y/n) asked.

“Ah, you must be (y/n), am I correct?” a voice asked from behind. (y/n) looked behind him and saw a young man wearing glasses and looking through some kind of black notebook.

“Uhh, y-yeah, how did you know that?”

“That’s classified. (y/n) (l/n), room 1-A with our devil twins. Your father manufactures tailored suites and your mother helps with the accounting. Even though you’ve got a happy-go-lucky attitude, you’re a member of the Black Magic Club with Nekozawa-senpai and you’ve got a fascination with the paranormal. Am I correct?” he asked, closing his notebook.

‘Creepy,’ (y/n) thought.

“Oh my,” another blonde came up at (y/n)’s face, examining him closely, “such a pretty face, none you would expect to belong to that horendos Black Magic Club.”

“Uhhh, you ever heard of personal space?” (y/n) asked, slightly backing away to the best of his abilities and failing to cut off the blondes line of sight from him.

“Have you ever considered joining the Host Club young man?” he asked, “I, Tamaki Suou, am the king of this club, and I approve your beauty!!”

“Eh? I’m already in a club.”

“Oh! But a man of your beauty belongs here where beauty is appreciated, I’m sure your leader wouldn’t mind if you joined both clubs you know.”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna have to talk to him.”

“You called?”

“EEEEYYYAHHHH!!!” Tamaki ran to hide behind a couch.

“Oh, hey Nekozawa-senpai,” (y/n) said, unfazed by his leader’s mysterious entrance.

“So (y/n), you wish to join the Host club?” Nekozawa asked, moving his puppet around while he talked.

“Well, I’m not too sure, but I have friends here as well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to hang out every now and then.”

“There’s no rule saying you can’t joining two clubs at the same time, just as long
as you don’t miss our important rituals, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Hm, I guess it could be a change of pace, from those dark rooms and all,” he looked towards Tamaki, who was still cowering behind the couch, “yeah, I’ll join your club.”

Tamaki forgot his fear and strolled from behind the couch.

“Perfect!! Welcome to the Host Club (y/n)!”

“Now take care of (y/n), he’s my most prized companion, no one on this earth can summon spirits the way he does or even communicate with them so well, or even preform the spells perfectly.”

(y/n) rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “Aww, you give me too much credit Senpai.”

‘Is that really something to be proud of?’ everyone in the room wondered.

“Well, I best be off to let you get acquainted, have fun,” and with that Nekozawa disappeared behind the black door.

“Wait, was that there before?” Hikaru asked.

“So then, let me introduce you!” Tamaki pointed to the boy with glasses, “that’s our vice president, Kyoya Ootori,” then to the midget, “that’s Mitsukuni Haninozuka, but you can just call him ‘Hunni’, and the one next to him is Takashi Morinozuka, we call him Mori,” the two lifted their heads, Hunni smiled cutely and waved at (y/n) while Mori simply nodded. Tamaki was about to point out the twins when (y/n) stopped him, “You don’t need to introduce me to them, I know who they are.”

“Eh? You do?”

“Yeah, we’ve been friends ever since we were kids, although for middle school I was moved to a different school from them, but it’s great being in the same class like old times.”

“Seriously!? How can someone as pure as you be associated with those devil twins!!?”

“Uhh, senpai, he practices black magic, I highly doubt he can be written off as pure,” a new voice said. (y/n) looked to a corner of the room and saw a rather girly looking young man. He came up to him and flashed a grin, “Hey, I’m Haruhi Fujioka, it’s nice to meet you.”


He then heard girlish chatter coming from behind the closed doors.

“And just in time too,” Kyoya said, walking over to the doors, “we shall evaluate your performance with the guests that didn’t book an appointment with any of the hosts today.”

“Sure, I guess.”


(y/n) was more then less nervous as the few young ladies sat around him on the couch he was assigned to. He poured tea into a few cups and to the girl to his right, he flashed his best smile and asked, “Thirsty?”

She blushed at the sight of his trademark cheery smile and nodded, accepting the cup.

“So, (y/n), is it?” one of the girls asked.


“Well, I’ve always wondered something. You see, we’re in the same class and I’ve seen the kind of guy you are. You’re so full of energy, light and smiles, why do you hang out at the Black Magic Club?”

“Oh, that’s kinda a long story, I’m not sure if you ladies be interested.”

“We are!” they said at the same time.

“Is that right? Well . . . . . .” (y/n) looked over at the large windows, light shone through them in rays, “you see, I wasn’t all smiles when I was younger, I always had a serious face on, much like Mori,” the girls giggled at this, “I was always alone, with no one to play with since there weren’t any children in my neighborhood, and when my parents friend’s came over, they didn’t have any children, so I was always just sitting at the back, just me, myself, and I. But then I found out about this ritual that allows you to speak to spirits that could be in the room. Curious, I preformed it and it was actually a success, I saw the spirit of a little girl who used to live in that house, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t alone. We would talk and talk for hours every day, when I can home from school, I’d tell her about my day and she’d show me secrets about my house, it was awesome. After a while, I finally met Nekozawa-senpai, and he helped me to dig deeper into the spirit world. The girl, she actually wanted nothing more then to passover and see her mother, but she felt sorry for me when she saw I was lonely and stayed around for my sake, with Nekozawa’s help, we were able to help her crossover. It was hard letting go of my first friend, but afterwards, I met the Hitachiin twins, and from there, I had more friends. So yeah, that’s why I smile alot, to make up for all those frowns I had when a child, also cause I’m so happy,” (y/n) ended his tale with a flashy smile. All the girls around him had their hankies up to their eyes, wiping their tears from their eyes and blushes on their faces.

“Um, (y/n),” the girl to his right said, “you wouldn’t mind if I requested you tomorrow, would you?”

(y/n) looked right into her eyes and smiled, “If you don’t come, I’d be very lonely,” he said, taking her hand and placing a small kiss on the top of it. All the girls swooned and the one whom he kissed almost fainted.


When the club activities were over, everyone applauded (y/n)’s efforts for the day.

“Wow, didn’t think you could be a ladies man,” Hikaru joked.

“Yeah,” Kaoru agreed.

“Oh stop you two,” Haruhi scolded.

“That was absolutely marvelous!!” Tamaki cried, getting close to (y/n), “you’re a natural at this (y/n)! Looks, personality, talent, you have the whole package, just like moi!”

“I appreciate the words Tamaki, but do you mind?” (y/n) said, trying to back away from Tamaki yet again.

“My my, almost one third of our usual guests requested you (y/n),” Kyoya said, writing and closing his black notebook, “very impressive for a first timer.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“You did great (y/n)-chan!!” Hunni happily said, while Mori just nodded again.

“Heh, thanks everyone.”


“Boy, I may not be sensitive to sun light like prez is, but this sun’s killing me,” (y/n) said as he sat under an umbrella. It was finally summer vacation and the Host Club had decided to take the time off at a beach resort.

“(y/n)? Are you gonna go swimming?” (y/n) frequent customer asked.

Oh, and they had also brought their work with them as well.

“Uhhh, I’m not so sure . . . .”

Sure, (y/n) was only wearing a pair of swimtrunks, but he really didn’t like the heat the sun was giving.

“Oh, then can we sit here with you?” another one of his frequent customers asked.

“Huh? Well, I guess a little sun wouldn’t hurt anyone,” (y/n) stood up and held out his hand to his number one guest, “shall me m’lady?”

She blushed greatly and nodded as she took his hand, they walked to the shoreline as the other girls followed.


“Ugh, I think that was a mistake,” (y/n) grumbled, sitting back under the umbrella. He had been entertaining his guests, but then he really couldn’t stand the sun and told them he was gonna rest for a while.

“Tired?” a voice asked.

(y/n) turned and there stood Haruhi.

“Oh Haruhi, yeah, I may not possess Nekozawa’s phobia of light, but I’m a little sensitive to light and heat.”

“I see,” Haruhi sat down on the towel next to (y/n).

“But I must say, I’m very much enjoying myself,” (y/n) commented.

“That’s good. I really wish I was at home though,” Haruhi said, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Haruhi? Do you hate the host club?”

“Eh? It’s not like I hate it. It’s just, being a honor student and all, I’ve gotta keep my grades up, otherwise I’ll never make it.”

“Heh, you’re always so focused on things, that’s what i really like about you Haruhi.”


“GAH!! I mean, I’m not saying that I like you or anything!! It’s just that I admire that about you!!”

“Clam down, I got that.”

“Oh, sorry for overreacting.”

“Seriously, you’ve been hanging around with Tamaki too much.”

“Heh, think so.”

“Just don’t become obnoxious like him will you?”

“Oh come now, Tamaki isn’t really that bad,” (y/n) said, playfully shoving at Haruhi’s chest with his hand.

He paused.

It was soft.

He slowly turned his head to look at Haruhi, who had a slight blush on his face.

“Uhhhhhh, Haruhi?


“Why was it soft when I touched there?”

“Maybe cause I’m really a girl?”

“YOU’RE A G-!!?”

Haruhi quickly covered his mouth to keep everyone from staring and knowing her secret.

“Shhhhhhh!!! Don’t spit it out like that!! I’ve got a debt to pay and being a host is the only way I’m ever gonna pay it off!!” Haruhi said in a rather loud hushed whisper.


(y/n) looked away, a large blush on his face.

“So, I gotta know something.”


“Since you’ve been flirting and hanging around the girls like you’ve been doing at the club, are you a lesbian?”





“Geez, for a girl, she sure had a strong arm on her,” (y/n) complained to himself as he rubbed his head. He was heading to the bathrooms when a voice stopped him.


It was Kyoya.


“So, you’ve learned Haruhi’s secret have you?”

(y/n) could’ve sworn a dark aura, darker then Nekozawa’s own, emitted from the ever famous Shadow King.


“I’l have you know that my family owns a rather impressive police force, should you spill this to anyone, you know what I’m capable of.”

“D-d-don’t worry! I wont tell anyone!”

“Good,” Kyoya gave him a cold smile, “I’d hate to loose one our best hosts.”

“Geez, seriously though, have you ever thought of not using intimidation to get people to do what you want? I mean, to tell you the truth, I feel like you’d be lonely if you keep up that streak.”

“Is that so? While I have no intention in changing my ways, I appreciate your concern (y/n). So thank you.”

“Uh, no problem.”


After using the showers cold water to heal his aching head, (y/n) headed to where the twins were playing volleyball with the girls. They noticed (y/n and waved to him.

“Hey (y/n)! Wanna play?” Hikaru asked.


The game went on for a while, until (y/n) missed a step thanks to the glare of the sun and toppled over right on top of Kaoru. Needless to say, every girl who saw began squealing like crazy from the position the boys were in, with (y/n) hovering on his hands and knees over Kaoru’s body. Both boys got blushes from embarrassment. Hikaru thought for a quick second and decided that this would be a great moment to not only entertain his guests, but also have some real fun. He walked over to the two boys and knelt down next to (y/n).

“(y/n), you naughty boy,” he grabbed his chin and lifted it towards his face, “it seems you’ve mistaken Kaoru for me.”


“Seems like I’ll have to teach you the difference between Kaoru and I tonight, in my room, all alone.”

Kaoru quickly caught on, gave his brother a knowing smirk, and quickly changed his face to that of distress, “No fair Hikaru,” he wrapped both his arms around one of (y/n)’s, “you’ve gotta learn how to share!”

“Ok then, you don’t mind a threesome, do you (y/n)? We’ll let you be on top.”

All the girls fainted.


(y/n) was able to get away from the twins clutches before he would seriously burst from embarrassment.

“I know they’re my friends, but that was ridiculous!”

“(y/n)-chan!!!” (y/n) felt someone glomp him on the back.

“Hello Hunni-senpai,” he said without looking behind him, having been used to Hunni’s sudden hugs from behind.

“Hey (y/n)-chan, wanna have some cake?”

In response, (y/n)’s stomach grumbled.

“Haha! I’ll take that as a ‘yes’!” Hunni hopped off (y/n)’s back and took his hand, pulling him towards the snack bar, “come on come on!!”

“Yeah, I’m coming Hunni!”

After getting their favorite cake, (y/n) and Hunni sat at some tables and began to enjoy their treat.

“Hey, where’s Mori-senpai? Isn’t he usually with you?”

“Uh-uh, he went to take a quick shower, he really can’t stand all that salt water on his body.”

“I see.”

Hunni popped the strawberry into his mouth and smiled big, “Strawberries are my most favorite thing in the whole wide word!!” he said happily. Some of the girls who were enjoying a drink or a treat aww’d at his cuteness.

“Is that so?” he poked at the strawberry with his fork and held it out towards Hunni’s mouth, “here, you can have mine.”

“Huh!? Really (y/n)-chan!!?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Yay!!” Hunni took the whole strawberry into his whole mouth, and part of the fork as well.

“Yummy!!” Hunni cheered after he swallowed, “that was the best strawberry I’ve ever tasted!”

“It was?”

“Yeah, cause you gave it to me (y/n)-chan!”

“SOOOOOOOO CUUUUTTTEEE!!!” every single girl around them cried out.

“Heh, thanks Hunni.”


After eating his cake snack, (y/n) felt a little better and decided to go swimming again in the ocean. As he happily glided with the waves, he was oblivious to the huge one coming straight for him until it came crashing down on him, surprising him and making him swallow a bunch of sea water. (y/n) quickly swam to the surface, but just as he was breathing in air, another wave came smack on top of him. Luckily one of his guests noticed his trouble out on the ocean.

“Huh? (y/n)? Ah! (y/n)!!” she ran to the shore, but stopped, knowing that she wasn’t strong enough, “somebody help him!!! He drowning out there!!”

(y/n) was unconscious due to lack of air when a pair of strong arms grabbed him and hauled him off towards shore.

“Mori! Is he alright?” the young lady asked.

“Not sure,” Mori said. He placed his ear next to (y/n)’s mouth to listen for signs of breathing. There was, but it was very faint. Without hesitation, Mori tilted (y/n)’s head back to open his airway and placed his mouth over (y/n), blowing air into him. All the girls around him tried to hold in their squeals, and a certain glasses-wearing blackette secretly took out his camera and began clicking away. Mori continued the CPR until finally (y/n) coughed out salt water, Mori pushed him to his side so he could breath better.

“Oh (y/n)!” the girl who sounded the alarm knelt down by him as he coughed, “are you ok?”

He coughed a few more times before answering, “Y-yeah, a little sea water never hurt anyone.”

“Oh thank goodness,” the girl placed a hand over her heart, “I was afraid you might’ve drowned.”

“Heh,” (y/n) took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, “I heard your voice as I experienced my brush with death, it was the only thing that kept me from surrendering myself to death’s cruel clutches, I couldn’t leave you alone in this world.”

She blushed and swooned, “Oh (y/n).”

(y/n) got up on shaky legs and offered his hand out to her, to which she took as her blush grew. He turned to Mori, “Hey, thanks for saving me Mori-senpai.”

With a very small grin on his face, Mori reached out and ruffled (y/n)’s hair with his large hand.

“Anytime. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

(y/n) grinned up at Mori, but then something tackled him down to the sand.


“Ugh, I’m fine Tamaki,” (y/n) said, “although that tackle might actually kill me.”

“Dear me, that wont do.”  

Tamaki leaped off (y/n) and went to hide behind Mori.

“Where the heck did you come from!!?”

(y/n) sat up, “Oh, hey prez!” he greeted Nekozawa, who was holding a black umbrella over his head.

'Geez, how can he be calm around that guy!!?' Tamaki wondered, then he asked, “O-o-oh, Nekozawa-senpai, wh-what are you doing here?”

“The crystal ball showed me that someone close to me would be in danger, I just knew that it had to be (y/n) so I came as quickly as I could, but it seems you were saved from your predicament, seems like the spirits are giving you a second chance (y/n), be sure not to waste it.”

(y/n) chuckled, “Don’t worry Senpai, I wont.”

“How on earth did you get here so fast?” Tamaki asked.

“I have my ways, I might as well stick around, need to keep a good eye on my favorite member after all.”

“Sure, just make sure you stay out of the sun prez.”

“Oh I will.”

When Nekozawa was gone, Tamaki came out from his hiding place behind Mori and asked (y/n), “Really (y/n), are you alright?”

“Yeah, a little water never hurt anyone, besides,” (y/n) added with a silly grin, “people always say I’m dripping with good looks.”

Tamaki happily smiled, glad to see that (y/n) remembered his words when some of the older boys threw his notes on spells into the fountain after making fun of (y/n) from the fact that (y/n) studied black magic.

“That you are.”


That night after dinner, (y/n) retired to his hotel room, he collapsed onto his bed after changing into a tanktop and a pair of loose shorts.

“Oh boy, what a day,” he said to himself.

A knock was heard at the door.

“Hm? Come in!”

The door opened and in came Haruhi, dressed in a pink, frilly nightgown.

“H-Haruhi?” (y/n) asked, the faintest of blushes on his face.


“Um, whatcha doing here?”

“Well, I’ve heard what happened today, and just wanted ot make sure you were doing ok.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Although I can’t say the same for my tongue, I swear I can still taste the salt in the ocean,” (y/n) stuck his tongue out for emphasis, making Haruhi chuckle.

“I’m glad to hear it. So did you have a good time?”

“Oh yeah, I guess I needed some fun after all those rituals I did with prez and memorizing spells in my room.”

“Seriously though, you find that kind of stuff enjoyable?”

“Well yeah, I was able to meet my friends at the black magic club thanks to that, and I couldn’t be happier,” then a thought struck (y/n), “oh, and Haruhi, sorry if what I said at the beach today offended you, I guess I can be a little weird with my ideas.”

“Feh, I forgot about it halfway into the day, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh thanks, well, I better hit the hay, I’m so tired I could sleep for a whole week.”

“Heh, night.”

As (y/n) turned around to head off to bed, a flash of lightning and thunder filled the sky. He smiled at it, he’s always enjoyed watching thunder and lightning. But as soon as the thunder roared, he felt something, or someone, grab the back of his tanktop.


He looked back, and there was Haruhi, burying her face into his back and shivering.

“Uh, Haruhi?” he asked.

She realized what she was doing and quickly let go of his tanktop and backed away.

“Uhhh, I-”



She threw herself onto his bed and threw the blanket over her head.

“Haruhi . . . . .” (y/n) sat down on the bed, next to the huge, trembling lump that now occupied his bed, “Haruhi, are you afraid of thunder?”

“Wh-what do you think!!?”

“Hey now, there’s no need to get hostile. Here,” (y/n) pulled back the covers, with some effort considering that Haruhi was holding them close to her body in a death grip, and he gently grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him, “I’m right here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

(y/n) felt Haruhi’s hands grip the back of his tanktop and he couldn’t help but to smile. The storm continued for quite a while, it was enough time for Haruhi and (y/n) to fall asleep and onto the bed, still embracing eachother.


The next morning . . . . .




“Stop shouting you idiot!! People are trying to sleep!!”

“Sorry Haruhi . . . . .”

“Uhhh Haruhi?”

“Yeah (y/n)?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to go back to your room to keep sleeping?”

“Hm, nah,” Haruhi snuggled close to (y/n), “this is actually fine.”

(y/n) invented new shades of red.


“One more shout from you, and I’ll have (y/n) place a curse on you!!”

“GAH!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!” Tamaki slammed the door and his footsteps were heard retreating.

“. . . . . . . . . . . .You got any good curses?”

“I could give him a super bad hair day.”

whew!! finally have one of my requests done!! i've decided to take a break from my other series and work on requests that have been sitting around.
this was requested by :iconbreezyblossom: so sorry you had to wait so long, I did my very best and hope you enjoy it!!
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Comic #3:…

This comic was inspired when I learned a few years why Gingka fears doctors. He fears needles, medicine, and blood. That's why he cowers up in fear like a baby whenever Madoka wanted him to go to the hospital. Haha, XD
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Your words are pretty but I already know who you are.
I knew you before you met me long before we would part...

The room was dark, dank, and small. There were no windows, one door closed firmly with at least a dozen locks fastening it shut, and no noises drifted in from outside. Pipes lined the walls, and rusty valves littered them, untouched for many years. A faint hissing noise could be heard coming from them. The room was sound-proofed, and the smell of sweat and piss lingered in the air, along with the faint, rusty scent of blood.
In one corner, there lay a pile consisting of knives, crowbars, and other potentially harmful metal objects, each stained a deep, red-brown.

Two people were in that room.

The first stood in front of the other. His hair, once a rich-brown, now hung over his eyes, matted and greasy. The face that it framed was no better - and his eyes, his eyes once filled with a love of life, of his fans, of the man in front of him, were unseeing. The eyes of a mad man.
His 'DROP DEAD' t-shirt was stained with the same substance as the weapons a mere metre or so away. His skinny jeans hung off of him, and were ripped, to the point where they would soon be no longer identifiable as 'clothing'.
The second man, not much more than a boy, was a beauty.
Or had been.
His hair, which you could tell had once been admired by many, was no longer silky. Instead, clumps were missing, and the rest matted with sweat and blood. He was far too thin, wearing only a tattered pair of black boxer-briefs. His rib-cage was so visible you could count how many bones it was made up of, and his skin was grey and unhealthy. Not to mention the amount of cuts, bruises and incisions that littered his body. Some faded to scars, some still bleeding. One frail wrist, so thin that it looked like it would snap if the wind changed direction, was fastened to the pipe beside the man, rubbed raw by the tight handcuff. It didn't matter, though; he had long since stopped feeling pain. It was clear in his eyes, once bright blue and so full of hope, now faded to a dark grey.



Before you tricked me and laid on my bones.
Before you kissed me and buried my hope.
Before you stole my spirit and rode the show into the wall.

Brown eyes latched onto baby blues, and the older man spoke. "I love you, Andy."
His voice was raspy from lack of use, yet held something un-recognisable in it. It wasn't love, though. More like obsession.
'Andy' responded, "I love you too." His voice was almost robotic. Emotionless. As though he'd been trained to say it, knew what would happen if he didn't. His eyes flickered over to the pile of torture weapons. Escape as much pain as possible. Make life easier.
In the beginning, he'd tried to fight against it. Had tried to escape so many times. All in vain. There was no way out, unless Oli wanted him out. And Oli never wanted him out.
Dry, cracked lips with teeth that hadn't been brushed in far too long pressed against his own, and Andy didn't kiss back, but didn't pull away. Andy had once loved those lips, but not anymore. He just sat there and took it, because there was nothing else he could do but let the older man ravage his lips, hands roaming over his abused body.

He was Oli's, but Oli wasn't his.

They shore you up. They lay all their dreams on you.
They let you in and you start to believe you're soft as a miracle.
Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

It hadn't always been this way. Once, Andy had been an aspiring musician, taking a university course on teaching. He was loved by everyone, hated by none, envied by many. He had the perfect life.

Andy looked up and smiled as his boyfriend of five years, Ashley Purdy, walked into his work at the Starbuck's on campus. "Hey baby," he said with a smile, already holding out a cup of steaming liquid. "Your usual?"
Ashley smiled back, displaying pearly white teeth. "Yes, you know me too well babe!"
He took the cup and paid, then snuck a quick kiss from Andy over the counter, earning 'awes' from most of the other customers. Andy and Ashley were well liked, and most people found them 'cute' together. They genuinely loved each other, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. "We still on for tonight?" He grinned.
Andy nodded. "Yeah, wouldn't miss it."
"Ok, good. Gotta dash!" Ashley said, already at the door. "I'll pick you up around five for dinner! I love you!"
Andy barely had time to respond before he left. His boss turned to him and they both shared a laugh.
"He's such a sweetheart," she said, and Andy nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm lucky to have him..."

Little did he know, that in the corner of the shop, another man was glaring at the door Ashley had just left through, his coffee cup gripped so tightly in his hand that the cup had burst, coating his hand in the hot liquid. Andy, oblivious and too love-struck to notice his expression, came over with a cloth and giggled.
"Watch what you're doing, those cups aren't the strongest!"
As soon as Andy spoke, the man's expression melted.
"Oh yeah...oops," he replied, laughing. "Sorry 'bout that." He stood up to leave, and knew what he had to do. His angel deserved far more than that dirty slut Ashley Purdy, who'd slept with half the population of LA before Andy. No. He wouldn't stand for it.

His angel needed him...

He knew what he had to do.

That winter's night, it was already dark out as Ashley made his way over to Andy's dorm, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was humming under his breath, smiling to himself. Life was good, life was great.
Little did he know that someone was waiting in the shadows for him.
As he walked past the abandoned dorm that had been charred and made uninhabitable the month previously, he heard a soft cry for help.
Frowning, Ashley immediately pushed the door open, wincing as it fell backwards, its hinges breaking apart. He stepped inside, cautiously, squinting in the dark. "Hello? Is anyone in h-"
Those were the last words he ever spoke, before a wrench collided with the back of his skull.

He couldn't even cry for help...

And  he was never seen again.


Meanwhile, Andy prepared for his date. Fluffing up his hair and rubbing his lips together, a perfect shade of rose red. He looked up as a knock on his door sounded, and grinned, flinging the door open. "As-" he paused. "Um...hello."
At the door stood Oli Sykes, the same boy from Starbucks who had broken his cup. Andy smiled. "Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah... your boyfriend-" he said the word oddly "- he asked me to give you this." He held out a piece of crumpled paper. "Seemed in a rush."
Andy blinked in confusion, but nodded.
"Oh, OK, thanks man," he said, opening the piece of paper. A second later, he screamed, dropping the note to the ground. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The students in the dorms surrounding burst out of their doors, all saying "Andy, what's wrong?" They all had looks of concern on their faces.
"H-he..." Andy looked up, eyes red and puffy. "Ashley left me."

Yeah I hate love
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Andy woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar place. His mind was hazy, and he felt heavy and as if he'd just been drugged. He groaned as pain shot up his stiff back and tried to sit up, frowning whem he noticed his hand was cuffed to a pipe. Tugging on it experimentally, he cried out when the cold metal cut into his wrist. "A-ah..." Shivering as draughts blew at him he noticed that he was only clad in a pair of skimpy, silk boxer-briefs. He blushed.
"You're awake..."
Andy's head shot up and he met Oli's eyes. " this some sort of sick game?" Fear settled in his stomach as he noticed the wrench clutched in Oli's hand. "Man...don't do anything stupid..."

Love leaves you desperate and feeling a fool.

"'Man'?" Oli laughed. The sound wasn't friendly, as Andy's laughs that day in Starbucks had been. They were creepy and manic, and sent a chill up Andy's spine.
"You never noticed me. Not once. I've been in love with you for years, but you've never acknowledged me. Instead, you betrayed me with that slut."

Love makes you ruthless and love makes you cruel.

"Ashley wasn't a slut!" Andy defended his ex-boyfriend, then paused, remembering the betrayal he felt. His eyes pricked with tears, and he gasped as Oli grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet the older man's brown eyes.
"He didn't deserve you. He was a filthy, horrible slut. He wasn't good for you."

And love makes you crazy with nothing but lies.

Andy felt sick to his stomach and flinched away, gasping when Oli's hands roughly grabbed his thighs and forced them apart, pulling his boxers down. "N-no...please..."

Love promises nothing and then your love dies.

Andy lay on the floor, Oli having unlocked the cuffs. Andy wasn't going anywhere. His will to live was completely gone. He was broken, just lay there and took whatever Oli did to him. Just the way he liked it.
Oli was lying over him, propping himself up on his elbows, peppering kisses over Andy's bruised body, whispering sweet nothing's against his skin. Andy's mouth was open slightly, and white semen dripped from his lips, eyes closed tightly. He was choking, trying to allow himself to die.
"Shh..."Oli whispered, standing up. "Sleep." Andy felt something warm draped over him and through his dehydrated, starving mind, thought confusedly as to why Oli had done that. Feeling the thick fabric with his fingers, he froze.
The jumper Ashley had been wearing that day in Starbucks.
He forced his mouth to open, forcing out the semen in it, and spoke, his voice raspy from lack of use. "A-Ashley...he...he didn't leave me...did he?"

Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

Oli laughed and leant back over him, pausing when his mouth was right next to Andy's ear. "I took care of him so that we could be together." With that, he stood up and started to unlock the door.
Andy looked down and realised that he hadn't yet re-attached the handcuffs. A simple slip of the mind on Oli's part, brought on by getting cocky. Thinking that if he left Andy un-attended, he'd be fine. But what he hadn't counted on was the love Andy felt for his boyfriend. Shakily, he stood up as quietly as he could, his legs almost buckling as they tried to support him.
Picking up a wrench from the corner of the room –coincidentally the same wrench that had ended his love's life- he brought it down forcefully on Oli's back.
Oli screamed. "What are you do-!?" But he was cut off as Andy brought the metal down again and again, strike after strike. Blood poured, bruises formed, Oli had never known such pain.
"That," Andy said as he collapsed, feeling his own life slip away...
"Was for Ashley."

Yeah I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.
SHIT haven't wrote in months. Kill me.
Ok this is the song-fic as promised for :iconshakratothearson: for winning my contest!! Thanks for your patience, and thanks Ellen for proof-reading for me :)

Song is: [link] I Hate Love by Garbage. While listening to it, I found it kinda I obviously HAD to go with obsession ;D

Pairing is Oli Sykes x Andy Biersack (Ali SykeSack o.o?)...kinda. And Andy Biersack x Ashley Purdy.
Hints of noncon, torture, shit like that.
Enjoy my lovelies ;D
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"Say [First]," Hanji's chin settled in her palm. "What is your relationship with Cor-"

"Commander and I are just friends," you bellowed turning away to hide your blushing face.

"Oh?" A sinister smile appeared on her face. Sensing the eerie atmosphere you slowing turned to face your comrade.

"Ha-Hanji-san..?" You were actually a little...scared.

"Hohoho," she grinned grabbing your face. "I was actually saying Corporal yet you answered about Commander..hmm..." She battered her eyelashes cunningly. "You have them...both?"

"EHHHH?! NONSENSE! We- we are JUST FRIENDS!" You yelled standing to your feet. Oh gosh, really no sense in denying it your face was beet red. Hanji smirked. It was too much fun teasing you - you were just an easy prey.

"Ah you're right," Hanji poked out her bottom lip in defeat. Though it was only part of her game. "I guess I am babbling nonsense. I'm sure the trainees are just delusional. They're always whining about hearing screams and moans down the corridor. Perhaps it is a ghost." Those words took you by surprise.

"Perhaps it is," you left the mess hall with your face burning crimson. Am I really that loud?? You ruffled your [h/c] hair a little distraught. At this rate, many more would find out. You ruffled your hair more. Tch. It was their fault anyway. Recently the two have been more possessive. Just what the actual hell happened. Your relationship with Commander Erwin and Lance Corporal Levi had always been something odd. Maybe it was a game to them? They never pushed you to go all the way but last night it was blissful. Your own thoughts caused you to blush.

But how did this all happen anyway?
The better question might be why..

You hesitated at the Commander's door. You let out a heavy sigh. There was a pause.

Oh I can't do this. Stupid Commander. Stupid Corporal. UGH I just wish they would control their hormones and and...

Oi? You heard a stern voice inside. Corporal? You immediately opened the door without knocking.

"You cheated," Levi hissed at Erwin crossing his arms. Was he throwing a tantrum? It was rather cute though. Erwin ignored Levi's question and focused his attention to you.

"[First]," Erwin smiled and patted his leg motioning you to sit on his lap. "Please join us." You looked at Levi - that cold focused stare - then back at Erwin. His eyes were welcoming you in. Both internally drove you insane.

"S-Sir," you slowing walked forward - why were you being so polite now? "There are...there are rumors about a ghost in the corridor." You looked down blushing too embarrassed to continue. Levi and Erwin exchanged glances and smirked.

"Oh?" they pipped out in unison. In your flushed stated you were completely oblivious to the two males approaching you. Levi from behind and Erwin from the front.

"Y-yes," you stammered still looked down at your boots. "Trainees say they hear screams and moans, sir." Your face burned a crimson red. It's so embarrassing. Those were your screams and moans. Why must Levi and Erwin toy with you so much?

"Well then [First] let the rumors stand but as for you," You looked up upon hearing your name only too meet Erwin's face and a strong embrace of Levi from behind. Just what were they planning this time? You closed your eyes anticipating their next move. Large hands began unbuttoning your top and Levi's trailed down your waist. You felt a nibble at your ear and warm lips on your forehead. Tch. Those two. But you couldn't stay angry for long - Those two knew exactly what you liked. Levi whispered in your ear finishing Erwin's sentence.

"As for you, whose name will you scream louder?"

"[First]," Hanji sang your voice. "Oh [FIRSTTTTTT]"

"Neh?" You began to stir...what was going on? Why did your head feel so heavy? Your eyes blinked lazily as you tried to take in your surroundings. Your hands felt soft warm blakets...a bed? "Hanji-san?"

"Oi you are just so cute," Hanji smiled pinching your nose.

"Ow Ow, Hanjiiiii," You wailed your arms trying to push her away. "What happened? Why are you here?" Your voice was almost a whine.

"You fell off your horse and hit your head when we were in town," she answered. "I'm glad to see that you're finally coming through. Just what were you dreaming out. You kept stirring, and your were drooling..must have been a nice dream."

"Eh??" You touched your cheeks in disbelief as your face flushed red.

A dream? Oh gosh when did I become so perverted?
Contains mature content? I wasn't entirely sure but  Llama Emoji-10 (Shy) [V1]

MAYBE in Part 2. I can't guarantee there will even be a part 2 haha. I'm no lemon writer its all about the fluff. I'm just obsessed with SNK. That's all these Levi and Erwin feels and I can't handle them.
Llama Emoji-55 (Happy New Year) [V3] 

Sorry if there are grammatical errors! Just let me know and I'll fix them. Happy reading.
I do not know Attack on Titan (SNK) or any of it's characters.
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An irritated sigh slipped past your lips as you shook your head, (h/c) tresses flying past your face.

"Bard... You burnt the food again, didn't you," you stated more than asked, left eyebrow twitching in annoyance. You folded your arms over your chest. Bardroy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while he carried one of those big-fire-gun-things of his on his shoulder. You let out a sigh.

"Whatever, I'll take care of it," you said, picking up the butcher knife.

Again. The knife gave off a glint.

In the middle of cooking, Sebastian came into the kitchen. He walked towards you.

"______," the ravenette said, catching your attention, "would you please prepare some tea? Lady Elizabeth is coming to visit the young master today." You nodded.

"Alright," you said, making him smile.

"Thank you." He left kitchen.

You went to prepare a tray of tea with some of Ciel's favourite snacks, just like Sebastian had asked. You put the tray on a free counter for him to pick up later before going back to work.

A few minutes later, you heard the front door slam open and the sound of feet tapping against the polished marble floor. You and Bardroy poked your heads out of the kitchen.

"CIEL!" Elizabeth squealed, tackling the male Phantomhive into a hug.

"Geh! Elizabeth!" Ciel gasped, trying to get out of the blonde's death hug. She pulled away and pouted.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Ciel? It's Lizzy!"

You giggled at the amusing scene in front of you. You and Bardroy immediately rushed back inside the kitchen when Ciel turned his head in your direction. He narrowed his eye before facing his butler.

"Sebastian," he said.

Sebastian responded, "Yes, my lord?"

"Get ______ to bring the tea into my study," Ciel ordered. The ravenette was surprised.

"But my lord-" Ciel cut him off.

"I do not want any objections. It's an order, Sebastian," he said in a demanding tone. Sebastian bowed.

"Yes, my lord." He walked towards the kitchen and entered to find you peeling a potato.

"______," he called. You turned around.

"Yes?" you asked, putting the potato peeler down.

"The young master wishes for you to bring the tea to his study," he replied. You nodded.

"Yes, right away," you said. You took the tray into your hands and went past Sebastian. You walked upstairs, being careful not to trip on your maid dress, and went towards Ciel's study. You rapped your knuckles against the door while balancing the tray of tea on one hand. A soft 'come in' emitted from the room and you opened the door, stepping inside. You saw Ciel teaching his fiancee how to play chess. You placed the tray on his desk and poured two cups of Earl Grey. You laid the tea and snacks across the table before taking the tray. You turned to the two and bowed.

"I've prepared your tea and snacks, just like you requested, my lord." The young Earl nodded.

"Thank you." Ciel stood up and led Elizabeth to his desk. As you walked away, a pair of arms wrapped around waist, stopping you in your tracks. You craned your neck to look behind and found Elizabeth latched onto your body. You raised an eyebrow.

"What can I help you with, m'lady?" you asked, twisting your body so that you're fully facing her. She smiled up at you.

"You're cute!" she exclaimed. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You blinked.

"E-eh... T-thank you, m'lady," you awkwardly said. Elizabeth began to tug on your arm.

"Hey, wanna play dress up with me? I brought some cute dresses along!"

"But m'lady, I have my duties to do-"

"Just go." You looked at Ciel, shocked.

"You're free of your work. I'll have Sebastian to fill in for you. Go play with Elizabeth and make her happy," he said, sending you a miniscule smile. You looked back the perky blonde.

You sighed quietly before saying, "Alright." Elizabeth squealed in joy and pulled you out of the room.

"M-m'lady, please slow down!" you cried.

"Just call me Lizzy!" she said, her laughs echoing in the hallway.

Ciel let out a sigh and stared out the window, his mind clouded with thoughts about you.

"______..." he whispered.

Elizabeth fitted you in a frilly, peach and yellow dress. She tied your hair into a low, side ponytail starting with a little braid on one side of your head with a matching red ribbon. Your bangs were swept to the side, pinned back with a pink sakura hairpin with dangling golden ornaments. She made you wear a pair of orange flats with knee-high white socks. You looked at yourself in the mirror with a dreadful expression.

'Her dresses are so frilly!' you thought, tugging on the skirt. The blonde danced around you while prattling on about how cute you looked.

"Hey ______," she suddenly called.


"Don't you ever smile?" Elizabeth questioned. She pulled you down to her level and pushed the corners on your lips upward.

"There! All better!" The green-eyed female grinned at you. You felt your eyes soften.

"Are we done now, Lizzy?" you asked, "Because I believe it's time I get back to work-"

"No!" she yelled, stopping you mid-sentence, "We're not done, we still have to show you to Ciel! Come on!" She grabbed your hand.

"L-Lizzy-" She ran out of the room you shared with Mey-rin, dragging you behind her excitedly.

"Slow down! We're going to crash into a vase!"

Elizabeth burst into Ciel's study, causing Ciel to jump. He whipped his head towards the door and his eye widened. Sebastian stood beside the male Phantomhive, a small smirk apparent on his face. Your left eye twitched at the demonic butler's smirk.

"Ciel, look! I dressed ______ up! Doesn't she look cute?" Elizabeth asked, screeching into a stop in front of his desk. Ciel nearly dropped the cup of tea in his hand. A light blush covered his cheeks as he stared at you. He had to admit, you looked simply adorable for anyone to resist.

The raven-haired boy coughed into his fist. He set his cup of tea on his desk.

"Yes, I have to agree with you there, Elizabeth," he said, a miniscule smile crossing his stoic features. Something warm crawled up your neck. Ciel's words made your heart flutter. As you stared at him, Ciel locked gazes with you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes (in Ciel's case, it's eye) until...

"AAHHHH! PLU-PLU!" You heard a scream come from the garden. You recognised it as Finny's.

The male Phantomhive let an exasperated sigh escape his lips.

"Sebastian-" You snapped back to your senses.

"I-I'll go help Finny!" you blurted, cutting him off. Ciel was startled from your sudden outburst. He blinked at you.


"I'll go help Finny, so... I-uh, will be going now, my lord!" You quickly bowed and ran out of the room as fast as you can in Elizabeth's frilly dress. Ciel sighed again, clearly unhappy with your absence. He averted his gaze to the window and watched as you tried to stop Pluto from destroying the garden with Finny. You were knocked over, but Finny immediately helped you up. The gardener said something to you afterwards, causing you to laugh. The raven-haired male frowned at this, jealous that Finny was able to get along well with you.

'Why can't we be alone for once? And if we are, someone always has to interrupt,' he thought frustratingly, 'It's like the world hates us being together.'

The truth is, ever since the first day Ciel recruited you, he had already developed romantic feelings for you. He didn't know if it was because of your caring nature or bubbly personality, something about you just seems so... mesmerising. Whenever he stares into your vivid (e/c) hues, he is always drawn into them. Your (h/l), silky (h/c) hair glistens in the sunlight whenever you work outside helping Finny tend the garden.

"Ciel!" the cheerful blonde said, catching the young Earl's attention, "Are we going to continue our game?" Elizabeth pointed at the chess board.


~~~The next day~~~

"SEBASTIAN!" Ciel called from his study. The black-haired butler knocked on the door before entering. Sebastian saw Ciel sitting with his chin resting against his intertwined fingers. Today, Ciel had decided to tell you no matter what. Nothing will get in his way this time, and he'll use force if necessary. He's had enough of watching you from the distance. He wanted you to be his, and only his (possessive much?). Ciel doesn't want anyone to get to you first, especially that stupid gardener of his.

"Tell ______ to come to my study," the male Phantomhive ordered, "Now." The demonic butler bowed.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian left Ciel's study room and went off to fetch you. A few minutes later, you appeared. You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you.

"My lord?" you said, walking closer to his desk, "May I know why I'm called?"

"______, come here," Ciel said, gesturing you to come around his desk. You blinked, for he ignored your question, but did as you were told. He got off his chair, and suddenly gathered you in his arms. Your eyes widened.


"You're more than a maid to me," Ciel said. You gasped softly. He broke the hug and grabbed you collar, not too roughly, and pulled you down to his level. He smiled at you, which was rare, making your cheeks heat up. That simple gesture was enough to tell how much affection Ciel held for you.

"I love you." The way he said it sounded desperate, as if he needed your love back. You gazed deep into his single, azure eye. They held love, care, and sincerity. You returned his smile.

"I... I love you too," you whispered, smiling shyly. The ravenette slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back, cherishing this moment.
EDIT: Okay I'm sick and fucking tired of you all commenting about your damn heights. I'll be honest here, and you wanna know something? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. DAMN. SHIT. ABOUT. YOUR. HEIGHT. So keep it to your fucking selves because I'm getting really annoyed here. School's been stressing me out, and the fact that you guys aren't giving me your OPINIONS on this story is pointless. I'm disabling the comments and yes, it's going to be disabled FOREVER.

Have a good fucking day.

This is another literature trade with :iconamenomessage: Ahahaha, this was fun to write :meow: Cheesy ending is cheesy. :iconawkwardturtleplz:

I tried my best :iconsobbplz: I'm so sorry if I didn't get Ciel's personality right... :iconsadcraiplz: The ending is a bit rushed because I want to get this finished and I've been leaving this story for way too long haha :iconrussiavodkaplz:

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Kuroshitsuji (c) Yana Toboso

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It’s been months since you were a maid of the Phantomhive Manor and you were fully used on the ‘crimes’ (more like the three servants’ disaster) that were committed inside the Manor. As you look into your reflection, your (h/l) (h/c) hair was tied up into a loose bun with strands of hair framing around your face and matches your (e/c) eyes making you beautiful.

You remembered the first day that you came into the manor:

“Young master, we have a guest.” The demonic butler said. Ciel motioned him to let their guest in. Then, a young woman with (h/c) hair and (h/c) eyes entered his study. Ciel stared at the unfamiliar woman and he tugged a small smile at his lips.

“What’s your name, miss?” Ciel placed his quill down as he stared at her shy face. He knew that this girl was too innocent.

“(name) (last name), my lord.” She curtsied. Ciel gave a small nod.

“And what brings you here to my mansion?” Ciel laced his fingers resting his chin above it.

“I was hoping that I would find and be gladly accepted to be a maid here in your manor, my lord. I’m afraid that I’m left with no one. My parents are gone. Even my other relatives, I don’t know where they are. I just ended up here in front of your manor, until your butler had found me.”

Ciel gave a small nod. “Very well then. You may attend as a new maid. Sebastian!”

Sebastian entered. “Yes, my lord?”

“Show (name) to her room and give her some uniform.” Ciel ordered and he began to continue his paper work. Sebastian bowed before leaving and motioned (name) to follow him.


As you were dusting the hallways, you heard a sound of cracks right around the corner. You guessed that it was Mey-rin. You followed the sound of cracking plates until you’ve reached the room full of shattered glass. You sighed and managed to smile at Mey-rin whom was now lying on the floor blushing in shame.

“You okay, Mey-rin? What happened here? Let me help you.” As you said, you helped the other maid and started cleaning the floor full of broken glass.

“Ohh my!! Sebastian and Young master will kill me! These are his favorite silver wares.” Mey-rin cried. You stared at her and touched her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this one for you.”

Mey-rin looked up at you with her mouth slightly parted.

“R-really?” You nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, (name)-chan!” Mey-rin forcefully hugged you and you patted her back.

“What were you thinking that had made you broke the silver wares?” You curiously asked. Mey-rin blushed and pushed her big rounded glasses to her nose.

“Uhm, I was thinking about Sebastian.. in my imagination.. he was k-kissing me..” You held a blank expression on your face. To tell you the fact that you don’t even know what kissing means. So, you thought kissing Sebastian was hurting Mey-rin that made you want to kick the butler’s ass. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists in anger.

“Kissing!? What kind of word is that? It’s not even in my vocabulary! Don’t tell me that that means Sebastian is hurting you?!” You gave Mey-rin an angry expression that caused her to laugh. You raised a confused yet mad eyebrow at her.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“(name), I didn’t know that you had no idea what kissing means?” Mey-rin snorted. You furrowed your eyebrows together and crossed your arms.

“Hn. I don’t even care what that means… Well, okay fine. What is kissing, anyway?” You asked while staring directly at Mey-rin’s face. She chuckled and scratched her head in embarrassment.

“There are many types of kisses, (name). Kissing is uh.. when two people from the opposite sex touches their lips together. Oh, and some people say that if you can tie a cherry stem using your own tongue would make you a good kisser.” You nodded your head in amazement then your face went sour. Mey-rin giggled.

“In my opinion.. that’s sounds so disgusting! Come on! who can tie a cherry stem using their own tongue? I hardly believe that that would be ever possible. It’s so unpleasant to my ears! I don’t even wan to try that!” You clasped your hands together and playfully shook your head in disagreement.

“Hahaha! If that’s what you think (name). But I warn you, once you’ve started kissing someone, you will fell the urge of not to stop.” Mey-rin grinned. You nodded in response. Both of you stood up when you were done cleaning the broken glass. Mey-rin told you that she will be leaving and you were up to your own duty.

5 hours later:

You were finally done with your daily chores. You stretched your hands up in the air, hearing your spine crack that made you sigh heavily and yawning from tiredness. While you were walking to the dark hallways of the manor, you shivered from the cold wind coming from the open window. You closed the window and focused on returning to your room. But you never got a chance to return to your room because someone had gripped your wrist tightly and pinned you against the cold wall. You gasped when you heard his voice.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier but, is it really true that you don’t exactly know what kissing means?” His cool and smooth voice lingered to your ears. You can feel that your cheeks were slightly burning at the sudden closeness of Sebastian. You tried to push him away off of you but you couldn’t because he was holding your wrist to tight.

“Yes and that’s none of your concern. And why were you eavesdropping?” Sebastian let out a chuckle that was more like of a cat’s purr.

“I was just passing through when I heard your conversation with Mey-rin. And to tell you the fact that there are some person who can tie a cherry stem using their tongues.” Sebastian murmured. Yep, it was totally obvious that he was eavesdropping your conversation with the other maid.

“Oh really? Name that ‘someone’ then.” You snorted and rolled your eyes in the dark. You felt Sebastian’s face close to yours. His crimson eyes glowed pink in the dark making him even more handsome. When you first came here in the manor, you were slightly attracted to him but you held those feelings to your self and focused more on your duties.

Sebastian smirked. “Me.” He mumbled. Your eyes slightly widened and your eyebrow twitched. But you immediately rolled your eyes on him.

“Hah! As if I believe you! I don’t care whether you can do that. It doesn’t mean anyway that you’re a—“ You couldn’t finish your sentence because before you knew it, Sebastian’s soft and cold lips were gently placed on yours making you gasp. He slowly pulled his face away from yours, letting you breathe for a while.

“Wh-what was that?!” You asked a bit scared. Sebastian smirked.

“My, that was a kiss, (name).” Sebastian rested his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your (e/c) eyes. It made you melt.

“I thought kissing people would hurt.” You muttered. He chuckled and shook his head. What Mey-rin said was true. Once you have started kissing someone, you were feeling the urge of wanting more. Unexpectedly, closing your eyes as you snaked your arms in his neck making him smirk even wider. Sebastian leaned in and kissed you ever so passionately. You felt his tongue licking your bottom lip as you gasped. Sebastian’s tongue entered your mouth as he expertly explored every inch inside of it. His hot and wet tongue dancing and licking yours. Your world went blank as you were enjoying your first kiss with Sebastian. You tangled your fingers into his soft raven hair, pushing him closer against you. You felt him smirk in your lips. Sebastian started on nibbling and sucking your tongue as you unexpectedly escaped a soft moan against your lips. Sebastian’s kiss was driving you crazy. He slowly pulled away giving you some air and he saw hot saliva trailing down your chin. He licked it and he started trailing kisses against your jaw line down to your neck. You moaned when he had found your weak spot. Sebastian nipped, sucked and licked your delicate weak spot. You tightly gripped his hair because of this pleasure he was giving you.

“S-sebastian.. what’s with the kiss?” You asked while blushing. You were a bit dumbstruck on what was going on. Sebastian pulled away and stared directly into your eyes, smirking. Crimson clashed (e/c).

“It’s called French Kissing, (name).” Your lips slightly parted as he nibbled your earlobe.

“How do you know all of this? I-i can’t believe that I’m saying this but.. you really are one hell of a good kisser.” You said while avoiding his gaze. Sebastian raised an elegant eyebrow before smirking. He lifted your chin up and gave you a light peck on the lips and forehead while wrapping his strong arms around your petite waist.

“Oh my, what can I say? I am just one hell of a butler.”

Extended Ending

You heard the three companions inside the manor talk about the word "sex". You curiously tilted your head as you asked Mey-rin what does it mean.
"Mey-rin? What in the world is sex?" Mey-rin blushed really hard not only for your innocence but also when she heard what you've just asked.
"Uhh..." You got so impatient then you decided leave the room and went outside to ask the butler instead.
"Sebastian?!" You called impatiently.
"My, my. What seems to be the problem?" His smooth voice lingered to your ears that made you shiver.
You can't avoid to blush at his presence. You timidly ask, " Do you by chance know what does sex means?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow in amusement. He smirked and extended his hand out for you.
"Oh dear (name), it will be very hard for me to explain verbally, but if you would like to come with me, I'll show it to you with complete and satisfying amount of details."
You might want to know what kissing means. Well, Sebastian can teach you. *winks*
Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso-sama.

While *you* belong to Sebastian Michaelis.
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A Rainy Summer

It was a warm and sunny day in the middle of June. The sun was shining high on the celeste blue sky. There were a bunch of fluffy clouds somewhere by the horizon but otherwise there were nothing that would cover up the hot sunbeams striking the ground.

You stroke the sweat from your forehead and pushed the primitive lawnmower forward. It was the far East end of the Phantomhive property that needed a bit gardening.

You were helping out in the manor for the summer to earn some money to be able to buy food for your family. Though, you enjoyed to be here and had found good friends in the servants
of the Phantomhive household.

Today you helped Finny with the gardening as mentioned before. You were mowing the lawn and he was trimming the bushes and trees.

The warmth of the day was almost unbearable. You were wearing a pair of shorts and a small cloth wrapped around your chest. Your body was tan as you mostly were working outside and also spent all your free time hanging out with Finny. The body that just a while ago was really skinny was now fit and with well trained muscles. Your hair had got pretty pale in the sunlight and was a sharp contrast to your brownish skin. A more beautiful young woman was hard to find.

As you were almost finished cutting the grass, you felt a fresh breeze on your skin. Peering towards the sky you saw the clouds that looked so innocent just an hour ago, growing into a giant, dark grey wall. A dull rumble sounded trough the thick air, threatening an approaching storm.

“Better hurry up and finish the lawn!” You thought to yourself and pushed the mower harder. Suddenly something hit the mower and entangled itself into it. You looked on the blades and saw a long, thin sallow stick, peering out from the mower.

“Dang it!” You swore and tried to pull out the stick. It was stuck!

“FINNY! COME HELP ME!” You shouted to the boy a bit behind you and bowed down to struggle with the sallow again.

“What happened?” Finny asked ,panting a bit after the sprint towards you.

“It’s this damn stick! I can’t seem to get it out of the mower and if we don’t hurry it will begin to…”
You were interrupted by a loud crack above your heads and a shower of rain fell towards the ground, making you all wet, immediately.  

“Oh, how great.” You mumbled and started looking around for shelter. The manor was too far away to try to reach it now.

Suddenly Finny took your hand and pulled you towards an old shed a little further away. You both ran towards it, trying not to slip in the wet grass.

Entering the shed you both held on to your knees, trying to catch some breath. As the breathing calmed down, Finny walked towards the door and looked out.

“It seems we’ll be stuck here for awhile” He sighed looking at the sky that was now covered in dark clouds, seeming not to have an end.

“Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!” You mumbled and plopped down, leaning your back towards the plank wall, and hugging your bare knees.

“Sebastian told me that if I wasn’t finished with the lawn today, he’ll give me twice the work as usual, tomorrow. How am I going to finish it now?!” You wailed staring blankly into the ground.

Finny shut the door of the shed and sat down beside you.

“Well, at least you’ve got company” He chuckled in a childish manner.

You smiled at him, looking into his green, big eyes. He was so cute, sitting there with his hay blond hair wet and with water drops stuck on it. You liked him from the very first time you met him. That little boy’s face seemed so kind and welcoming.

A cold breeze blew through the springs between the planks making you shiver and giving you goosebumps.

“It’s pretty cold in here.” You said hugging your knees harder as if that would keep you warm.

Only now, in the twilight of the shed, Finny noticed what you were wearing. He admired your body for a second, his mouth slightly open. Then, almost like waking up from a trance, he shook his head and took of his straw hat from his back, putting it down. Then he grabbed the bottom of his slightly soiled shirt and pulled it off.

Your jaw fell open and your eyes widened as you saw how well trained his body was. The six-pack he had could not be seen beneath his wide shirt. He who always seemed so thin was in fact one of the most muscular boys you’ve ever seen.
Noticing how you were admiring his body, Finny blushed a little and leaned forward, putting the shirt on your shoulders. He accidentally touched your skin and stopped, looking deeply into your eyes. You looked back, feeling a sort of hunger to be held in his arms.

Suddenly a loud crack of thunder came. It seemed like the whole ground was vibrating from the fierce of it. You let out a frightened squeal and jumped forward, pushing Finny down to the ground and landing on top of him.

You felt your face explode in a warm blush and you tried to get up.

“Oh God! I’m... I’m so sorry, Finny! I really didn’t…” You where interrupted by a pair of strong hands pulling you back down and Finnie’s soft lips pressing against yours. Your eyes widened in shock but you didn’t even try to struggle. You took his head in your hands and answered the kiss. It was so passionate that it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t believe what was happening but you really didn’t care. Everything around you disappeared. The rain striking the roof, the thunder growling above your heads. Even the time stopped. It was only you and the gardener. Only now you truly understood how mature he was though he looked like a little boy.

You rolled over so Finny was now on top of you instead. Suddenly he drew away his lips and looked down at you. As the warmth from his lips disappeared you frowned, and looked at him with a confused glance.

“The rain has stopped.” he said in a low voice, looking at the door of the shed.

“Well, not for me!” You said and pulled his head down again emerging into another
wonderful kiss.

You felt how he smiled, though you couldn’t see him. Without pulling back you mumbled into his mouth.

“I hope we get a rainy summer this year.”
This is my first fanfiction EVER! I'm really excited to post it here :la:

I have just begun reading manga and watching anime because my best friend finally broke me... Congrats :iconnel1999:

Anyways... Kuroshitsuji was the first manga and anime I put interest in... and... I fell in love :iconinloveplz:

And Finny... Oh, sweet, sweet Finny... I wuff you :iconiloveyouplz:

So... Enjoy the romance

I know it's not much but as I said, this is my first ever fanfiction. Don't bully me :iconcryforeverplz:

I DO NOT own Finny or the Kuroshitsuji series!
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FrUK - Sleepless Protector

Francis was used to late nights, nights when Gilbert, Antonio and himself would go out in the early, beautifully crimson tinged, sky; and refused to leave unless they stumbled over their own feet, stone drunk, giggling like a group of school girls by the late hours of the glistening night.
Or those warmly filled days when he'd be caressing his newest love under the summer blossoms. Whilst velvet petals, beautifully twirling with the sweet wind, he'd be placing kisses upon his love with cherry lips. Velvet petals would glide and land gracefully upon the grassy ground, letting pinks and purples pattern the park's greenery.

However, he was not used to staying awake, when glorious sleep was an option.
France's eyes flicker up to the kitchen oven, orbs casting upon his creation: A newly born carrot cake, snuggling into the scorching heat inside. His concentration fixed on his magnificent creation, his sapphires keeping a watchful eye as the top of the honey brown top begins to rise, peeking over the side of its tin.

His blue jewels spotting a glimmer of colour in the oven, a reflection on the aluminium sides: a deformed reflection of himself staring straight back at himself, as a prominent crinkle in his crisp new shirt reflects back. An ugly thing that only causes the shirt to appear old and cheap, an awkward contrast to his well kept locks of hair, tied up by a single blue ribbon.

He smiles lightly, pulling the towel that had been draping on his shoulder to scrub out the clouded stain from the handle of the oven.
It was something that had at first frightened the poor Frenchman. Finding that he no longer gave the same, intensive care towards his flawless looks, a huge contrast to how he used to be. A habit that has begun to wither, since the day he managed to ask England to be his.

However, this did not explain why the Frenchman was now strolling around his kitchen floor, wide awake. Tapping his foot in a steady rhythm, waiting for his perfect perfection to come steaming out of the oven. Why? You might ask, well Francis didn't know either.

Perhaps it was the fact that this was his sanctuary, his place of rest when he felt like he needed to get away from it all…. Or… just to run away to embrace the one he loved, letting his fingertips brush with their sandy spikes of hair letting a passionate jolt pass through his body, straight to his heart which would swell in size, warming his chest and letting his cold harsh vigorous soul slowly being nursed to rest at a warming glow of endearing flickers.

His fingers lacing through his hair, pulling through the honey locks as a fatigued sigh came rolling off his pinkish lips. His body, groaned and ached, causing him to lean onto his prized oven, whimpers coming from his muscles as they questioned the reason for this early morning, through, it was Francis's racing mind that was distracting him from his body's cries, focusing on the cake baking on the shimmering rack as the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg smothered the air.

Thoughts of his sweet little rabbit came flooding into his mind, of when he would be sat down at the Englishman's flawlessly covered oak table, a shadow covering the two nations by the shade that the sweet cider apple tree provided, a cup of the finest tea Earl Grey would always be in Arthur's left, never his right Francis had curiously noticed over the past few weeks. His fingers curling around the cup, as if protecting its relaxing properties before he would bring the brim of the cup to kiss those succulent lips, a red tinge of jealous colouring his cheeks at the thought, as he thought of his own lips on the Englishman's. How his tanned hand would slide down and hold his precious Englishman close to him, before slapping his arse. A chuckle filling the silent kitchen, a aching thought of how Arthur would blush a deep red that would trickle down, flushing his cool pale skin with a heated rosy pink, green emerald eyes that would flicker far away from his eyes, always dodging his own in a childish game of tag. Another lecture on behaviour that should be kept for the bedroom would be painfully shouted at him.

In return the Frenchman, always played his cards right, a soft smile brightening his features would follow a small sorry that would playfully come from a widened grin, before reaching to place a small peck to England's heated cheeks. A gasp coming from the Englishman's throat, be mumbling a few angry curses, only making the Frenchman love him all over again.

A sharp shrill of a timer ran in his ears, pulling him out of his loving memories and back to his tired reality, his eyes locating the sound of annoyance. His little Pierre clock, a gift, was chirping manically as the little dial had reached its end of zero. A pale hand covering the little chirping bird, stopping it before the poor thing would run out of battery, before tapping the reset on the bottom, his gloves hands pulling out his creation and setting it to a wooden surface, before twirling back and shutting the metal door, letting pure blissful silence embrace the kitchen once again.

The silence of the kitchen letting Francis's thoughts slow to a halt, as he thought about his favourite little island nation, about when he had first found out about his love for his carrot cake. It hadn't been meant, nor had France, at the time, even intended it to be for the Englishman. However, what had mattered to the French nation, was when England, Arthur had complimented his cooking, no sarcasm, no mumbled curse or hidden meaning in his words.

That was when France saw it, something that had made his heart beat just a little faster, an unexpected rush filling him full of happiness as he saw those sorrow filled eyes glisten into a silently joy, those devoid greens slowly transformed into sparkling jades. A sight that made Francis's heart feel truly complimented for his work, a silent confession that the Englishman actual enjoyed something that the Frenchman had made.
A small thankful comment was exchanged, before the Englishman quickly walked away a small blush on his cheeks at even thought of praising Francis.

And that's how it had occurred, well, not in the same fashion of course but it seemed every time France had come over to feed the little island nation in the winter months. He would walk through the Englishman's rooms, before finding him curled up on his sofa, a frown to his face as he was evidently glaring at the television screen, perhaps at the latest episode of Eastenders, unhappy that Bob married Sarah instead of Mary, something ridiculous that Francis had always had trouble keeping up. Even when he'd been sat down by the fairly excited English nation, explaining out every detail complex character, plot line and history of the show. At least, this glare at the program would stop when his forest eyes would flicker to the Frenchman, a brightening at the sight of his favourite cakes. That's what Francis had begun to adore about the Englishman in those days, that it was him and him alone who could transform that frown into a glimmering smile, making England's appearance, simply, breath-taking.

It was a sight that even Monet would struggle to find the perfect shades of paint for it, a scene that would leave Shakespeare speechless to its beauty.

And that, was perhaps why the Frenchman found himself up at this early hour, wide awake, a newly baked present in his clutches, a melting grin to his lips as his sapphires flicker to the growing piles of paperwork assigned to him by his president, often sitting the nation down and frequently lecturing him on the lack of work the blond nation had been filing through. Picking up one heavily inked page between his ivory fingertips, his eyes scan the document as it tediously dragged on and on about a topic that even Francis, was having trouble understanding. With a flick of the wrist, the paper glides into the nearest waste paper bin, after all, it would have a much better use in there.

His eyes flicker to the golden grandfather clock, standing proud in all its English differences, as it ticked efficiently always freezing abruptly if something had gone wrong, its wooden frame shading red on late evenings with embarrassment of being one tick slow. Francis softly smiled at the position of the shimmering brass hands, which irritably told him it was quarter to three, his smile growing, as the clock smiled back at him, as if encouraging him in his idea. "Les Anglais still let guests in at zree dans le matin… Non?"

A grin replacing the smile to his lips, he strides over to his golden hooks in the hallway, grabbing his keys to his little rabbit before tucking them snugly into his denim cut trousers, one arm wrapped protectively over the egg white box. One leg out of the door, he chuckles lightly as his fingers start to frantically tap on his phone screen. The door of his home, closing in a joyous glow, watching as the Frenchman swiftly drove off towards his English lover.
So this is sort of another PoV from ~Keiimiko's short story FrUK - Sleepless Dreamer... Which I would suggest for everyone to read it before you try to read my appauling work ^_^;; <3

I'm wondering where you are and what you are doing now~
are you at the other side of this blue sky...

- 'You' from Higurashi no naku koroni - English version

So here's my first written piece of work to dA... and to be honest ~Keiimiko probably knows how much I was scared to put this up.. but it is <3 I want to thank =CrimsonGaara for helping me go through my work and sort it out.. ^w^ Massive help there

And then my biggest thanks goes to *DreamlessxPassion for allowing me to use her image for this fic.... of course all the rights of the image go straight to her
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cause i know i was this was just some nice FrUK moment for me ^_^

EDIT 2/14/12 8:52 PM ::: ok i fix the typo now

EDIT 4/30/12 7:40 PM: the picture is from ep 57 or ep 5 in season 3
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Wikipedia is on the FrUk side!

Let the fan-war continue >:3
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"ALL RIGHT!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!" the american yelled, shoving a hat full of items towards a unhappy Brit "america, what is this?" he yelled over the noise of the party the american was holding. "well 7 minutes in heaven of course!!!" at that remark, the whole party went silent. "7 what?" England asked "you don't know  what 7 minutes in heaven is?" america asked. England stayed silent then answered a simple 'no' "WELL THEN!!! PULL SOMETHING OUT OF THIS HAT!!!" america practically  screamed "why do i want t-" the Brit was cut off by america "just do it Iggy!!!" he encouraged "ugh, fine" England said while pulling a rose out of the hat. america stayed silent, then got a huge smile on his face "Francy-pants, you got England" "ohonhonhonhon ok mon ami" France said as he made his way to the closet. England groaned "why do i have to get stuck with you? what do we even do?" England complained "France will explain it, every time he comes to my party's, this is his  favorite game!" England turned around when he got in the closet "his favorite game???" and with that the american closed the door and locked it in England's face England was still facing the door, he was scared to turn around and face France "oh no" was all he managed to mutter before France grabbed him, and turned him around. "FRANCE!!!! QUIT IT!!!" England yelled at the french man, who was, of course, trying to kiss the Brit, France just laughed at this "but mon ami, i want a kiss from you!" he cooed, only managing to lick England's cheek "EW FRANCE STOP!!!" he yelled again, trying to push France off, but that was  unsuccessful "mon ami, I'm going to get that kiss" he said in a voice that sounded, smooth and sexy, that could make anyone fall for him, as he pined England to a wall "F-France...s-stop" England said weakly, not sure if he wanted to get kissed by France or not France just laughed before his lips met England's. England was feeling  enchanted by this kiss, it felt as if nothing else mattered to him now, so he wrapped him arms that were now loose around France's wast. France held England close,  filling the kiss properly, but it didn't stay a kiss for long, soon France's tong was exploring every inch of his mouth, and England was enjoying every second of it, France was enjoying it just as much, and just as he was started to slip his hand down England's pants, they had to break for air. "o-o-oh m-my" England said breathlessly smiling at France "well we can do more then that" he said starting to slowly take England's pants off, but didn't even managed to slip them below his waste when america slammed open the door. "times up love birds" america said, England pushed France off and screamed "ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!". america just chuckled and exited the closet. "we can continue at home if you want" France said softly, England stayed silent for a bit then replied "sure...why not" as he exited the closet, while holding France's hand.
this is for :iconzimandchowder4evr:, i know its really short but hey, i got homework to do and stuff tell me if i got spelling mistakes please. :3
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We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know?


    It was a warm summer evening, around nine o’clock. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the night sky was now filled with more stars than there had been in a long while. Two friends sat together on a bench, each with a bottle of beer in their hands, and a large box of more bottles sitting on the ground underneath them. Both of them were drunk and crying. One of the men, a man by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, was resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. The other man was named Arthur Kirkland.

    Times were hard for both of the men. More so for Francis than for Arthur, but Arthur had his share of troubles, as well. They didn’t know where to go, or what to do. They were completely alone except for each other, and so Francis had called Arthur up and they agreed to meet in the park, and Arthur had agreed to bring some beer.

    “I don’t understand it, Arthur…” Francis whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t understand why everyone has to leave… Everyone always leaves and it’s not fair… I loved her so much, but she left me and she took Matthew with her and I don’t have anyone anymore…” he wailed. When Francis began crying harder, so did Arthur, and the Brit pulled the Frenchman into a tight hug as they sobbed together.

    “I know it’s not fair, Francis… I know it’s not… But you’ve just got to get over it because there’s nothing you can do about it, and if she left you after all you’d done for her and she took your son with you, then she’s not worth crying over. She’s a despicable human being and you deserve so much better than her!” Arthur shouted, running his fingers through Francis’ hair.

    “But it hurts so much… I can’t stand it, Arthur, I can’t! I can’t bear to be alone like this… I just can’t…” Francis whispered. Arthur grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him.

    “Hey, you look at me!” Arthur shouted. Hesitantly, Francis looked up, locking his watery cerulean eyes with Arthur’s equally watery emerald green ones. “Francis, listen to me right now. No matter what happens, you will never be alone, do you understand me?”

    “How can you say that…?” Francis asked incredulously.

    “Because you’ll always have me,” Arthur answered, smiling softly. Francis smiled as well before bursting into tears once again.

That these are the days that bind you
And these little things define you



    “Black sheep!”


    “Cold-hearted jerk!”


    “Shut up!”

    “Oh, I’m sorry Francis, did I hurt your feelings?” Arthur asked sarcastically, smirking triumphantly.

    “Shut up, shut up, shut up!!” Francis shouted, his eyes watering.

    “Well, I’m only telling the truth!” Arthur declared.

    “You don’t know anything about me!” Francis spat.

    “Please, I know you better than you know yourself,” Arthur countered, rolling his eyes.

    “You. Don’t. Know. Anything,” Francis repeated, venom dripping from his voice like water from a leaky faucet.

    “Believe what you want, Frog. It won’t change the fact that I know the truth. You may believe you’re this perfect man and that you’re so much better than me, but the truth is, you are nothing! You can’t do anything on your own, but you’re selfish and conceited and arrogant and you think you own the world! No wonder your wife and son left you,” Arthur hissed. Francis’ jaw dropped.

    “Take it back,” he whispered, almost too shocked for words.

    “No,” Arthur declared firmly.

    “Take it back!” Francis shrieked.

    “I stand by everything I said,” Arthur stated, crossing his arms defiantly. Francis balled his hands into fists, his whole body shaking with anger. He wanted so bad to just tackle Arthur, beat the crap out of him and strangle him to death, but despite how angry he was with Arthur, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Despite how Arthur seemed to hate him, Francis still loved Arthur, and he always would. Instead of lashing out, Francis simply burst into a flood of tears and ran away.

All this bad blood here
Won’t you let it dry?
It’s been cold for years
Won’t you let it lie?


    It had been three years since Francis had last spoken to Arthur. In the time since their fallout, Francis’ life had taken a turn for the absolute worst. Without Arthur there to keep him in line, Francis had fallen into a deep depression. He had no other friends, and so, without Arthur by his side, there was no one to stop him from letting himself go.

    He had started smoking again, even though Arthur had stopped him from doing so a while ago. But Arthur wasn’t there anymore, so he couldn’t tell Francis to stop. Every night, he took a boxful of bottles of wine to the park, in the very same spot where Francis and Arthur had gotten drunk together all those years ago, and he drank the wine until he was so sick and drunk he passed out and slept in the park. He did this every single night without fail, no matter the consequences.

    He’d tried his best to keep going, despite how hard his life had become since he and Arthur had stopped speaking, but without Arthur, Francis realized for the first time in his life that he was really, truly alone. And because he had let himself go, he’d been fired from his job two weeks ago. He was running out of money. Soon he wouldn’t be able to pay the bills for his apartment anymore or even feed himself. He’d have to live on the streets, but there would be no way he could survive on his own for long.

    In addition to the fact that his present life was falling apart, he had found out yesterday that his past life was falling apart, as well. He’d received a call from a soft-spoken teenage boy yesterday, only to find out that it was his son Matthew. Francis had been overjoyed to the point where he had started sobbing uncontrollably as soon as Matthew had confessed his identity, but his happiness was, unfortunately, very short lived.

    Matthew had told Francis that he was in the hospital when he was making the call. He was sick and there was no way he could be cured. He only had a few hours left to live, and his final wish had been to speak with his father one more time before he fell asleep for good.

    Francis had immediately asked where Matthew was staying and declared that he was coming right over to see his precious Lily one more time, but of course, Matthew’s mother wouldn’t allow it. Francis was not allowed to know Matthew’s location. Still, Francis tried to make the best of the situation, and he talked with Matthew on the phone for three hours until finally, Matthew had fallen asleep. He had died while talking on the phone to his father.

    Now, sitting in the park once again, sipping his third bottle of wine slowly, Francis realized that he had nothing left to live for. The love of his life had stopped loving him years ago, and she would never come back. His son, who had always loved him and missed him all the years that he had lived with his mother, had died yesterday. His best friend hated him and hadn’t spoken to him in three years. He had lost his job and was about to lose his home. There was nothing worth staying alive for anymore. And so, taking the last few sips of his third bottle, Francis decided that tonight was going to be his last.

If we’re only ever looking back
We will drive ourselves insane
As the friendship goes resentment grows
We will walk our different ways


    It was a sunny afternoon at about one o’clock. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun was beating down heavily on the city beneath it. The mail truck had just come through the neighborhood, and like always, Arthur went out to check his mailbox five minutes after the truck had left. He opened the box and took the stack of mail out of it. He flipped through them as he walked back towards his house.

    Bills… Bills… Bills… Some stupid scam… Bills… What…? Arthur stopped flipping through the mail as he came to a pink envelope that smelled strongly or roses and lilies. The handwriting on the front of the envelope looked so familiar, but Arthur couldn’t quite put his finger on who it belonged to. There was no return address.

    Arthur walked quickly back inside his house and tossed the rest of the mail on the kitchen counter. However, he kept the pink envelope and quickly sat down at the table to open it. As soon as he began reading it, a pit began to form in his stomach. Something bad was going to come from this letter. He just knew it.

    Dear Arthur,

    I know that this is sudden, since it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken to each other. Three years, two months and fourteen days, to be exact, and yes, I’ve been counting. But that’s beside the point. I’m taking a bold step here by finally gathering up all the courage to speak to you after all this time. I would’ve come to you in person, but I knew you’d never listen to me if I tried to do that, so I decided to send you a letter instead. I just needed to tell you goodbye. Today is my last day on Earth. I’m taking my own life tonight. Life is too unbearable for me anymore and I can’t stand it. I’m completely and totally alone, I’ve lost everything that I need and everything that I love, and I’ll never be able to get it back. So this is goodbye. I hope that you won’t forget me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for everything wrong I’ve done to you, and I wanted you to know that no matter how much you despise me, I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Au revoir,


But those are the days that bind us
And those little things define us


    Arthur stared at the letter in his hands, too shocked to do anything else. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. After three long years, his ex-best friend had sent him a letter, and yet, there was nothing but bad news inside. This couldn’t be real. He was having a dream or something. Francis would never send him a letter after all this time, and he certainly wouldn’t send him a letter just to tell him that he was going to kill himself.

    Francis had always been so optimistic. He had always been the one who saw the glass as half-full. He could always turn something bad into something good. There was almost always a smile on his face, he could almost always laugh. Arthur had always been jealous of Francis’ optimism, since it was in Arthur’s nature to be sarcastic and pessimistic. Why was Francis suddenly giving up now?

    Arthur re-read the letter, trying to find a clue that would give him the answer.

    I would’ve come to you in person, but I knew you’d never listen to me if I tried to do that.

    I’m completely and totally alone, I’ve lost everything that I need and everything that I love.

    Arthur’s eyes began to water as he realized with horror that this was all his fault. He'd promised Francis all those years ago that he would never be alone, because he would always have Arthur. And yet, Arthur had let their friendship go sour, and hadn't spoken to his best friend, his older brother, even, for three years. Now, Francis felt that he was alone, because Arthur had broken his promise, and they were both about to pay the ultimate price.

    As quickly as was humanly possible, Arthur ran out of his house and to his car. He jammed the keys into the ignition and started the car up. He drove as quickly as he could in the direction of Francis' apartment, hoping that the Frenchman still lived there, and that he hadn't killed himself yet. Arthur wouldn't lose his best friend without another fight.

All this bad blood here
Won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years
Won't you let it lie?


    Francis pulled a wooden chair into the center of his living room. He'd already attached a large hook to the ceiling when he had come home from drinking last night. In his right hand, he carried a medium length rope. He stepped onto the chair and threw one end of the rope over the hook. He made a noose out of the end that was hanging over the chair. Then, he jumped down from the chair and tied the other end of the rope to the leg of his coffee table, which he had pushed to the corner of the room.

    After he had finished tying the rope, Francis walked back to the chair. He stepped on top of it again and fastened the noose around his neck. He swallowed hard. So this was really it. His final moment. And he was glad.

    And Francis' last sight before he kicked the chair down and began suffocating was his front door being kicked in. The man on the other side was none other than Arthur Kirkland. The last thing Francis heard before he blacked out was the sound of Arthur's horrified scream.

And I don't wanna hear about
The bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you
Talk about it anymore
I don't wanna hear about
The bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you
Talk about it anymore


    "Francis, no!!" Arthur shrieked.

    As Francis' body hung from the ceiling, Arthur dove towards the leg of the coffee table and untied the rope. Immediately, Francis' body fell to the floor with a loud thud! Arthur ran over to him, pulled him into his lap, and removed the noose from his neck.

    "Idiot!! What did you think you were doing?? Wake up!! Wake up you stupid Frog!! You bloody maniac!! Idiot!! Get up!!" Arthur screamed, now beginning to sob, and shaking Francis violently, but to no avail. Francis wasn't breathing, and if Arthur didn't do something quickly, Francis would never breathe again.

    "Oh bloody heck..." he muttered under his breath. Then, he tilted Francis' neck up and plugged his nose. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before pressing his lips softly against Francis' and blowing into his mouth, hoping to get some air into the Frenchman's lungs and get him breathing again. After a few tries, it finally worked.

    Francis began coughing, and finally, he was awake and breathing again. Arthur pulled away from Francis quickly and stared intently at the Frenchman as his eyes opened slowly. "Oh... Thank God... Oh thank God..." Arthur whispered, his voice shaking as tears streamed down his face and onto Francis'.

    "A-Arthur...? Wh-what... Are you doing here...?" Francis asked incredulously, still not even fully awake yet.

    "I came here to stop you from killing yourself, idiot!" Arthur shrieked. Francis looked at him incredulously.

    "Why...?" Francis asked.

    "Because you're my best friend, idiot, that's why!!" Arthur shouted.

    "But we haven't spoken... I-in three years... I thought... You hated me...?" Francis stuttered, still trying to comprehend exactly what was going on.

    "I know!! I know... A-and I'm sorry... Francis, I am so, so sorry... I'm so sorry that I broke my promise, Francis. I never should've let our friendship go, and when I got that letter you sent me, my heart shattered in two. I've missed you so much these years, but I've never been able to swallow my pride and admit it until now... But I'm here now!! Please Francis, please... Please forgive me... Please don't give up..." Arthur pleaded desperately. Francis smiled.

    "I forgive you, Arthur..." he whispered softly.

    "Thank you..." Arthur whispered back. Then, he pulled Francis into a tight hug and buried his face in Francis' neck, sobbing into it as Francis hugged him back and began to cry as well. After three long years, all the bad blood had finally dried away...

All this bad blood here
Won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years
Won't you let it lie?
Rose: Well then o.o Bonjour, mes amis~ I have extreme feels for you today o.o Okay so like, I've been obsessed with FrIggy for like the past week. More like the past five days actually. I swear I've never been more obsessed with a BrOTP like I have been with FrIggy these days. That's all I wanna do all day XD I just wanna look at FrIggy, RP FrIggy, make FrIggy MMD pics and write FrIggy fanfics. I have like five or six FrIggy RPs going and whatnot. I was so sad when I didn't have any ideas for a fanfic ;w; but then my amazing friend flowerpower71 suggested doing a songifc for Bad Blood and immediately I was just like "ASDF IDEA OMD THIS IS TOO PERFECT OMD OMFD YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES" so I got working on it almost right away. I was working on this almost non-stop all day yesterday. Stayed up until 1:00 AM finishing it, and then I showed it to FrostOS and Blue2Yellow and killed their feels. I was legit crying while writing this I'm not even kidding. Crying waterfalls, people. FRICKEN WATERFALLS. I RUINED THIS SONG FOR MYSELF UGGGGGGH but Imma listen to it anyways because I love it so much~ Bastille = :heart: I am obsessed with Bastille now lol. I kinda think the ending is a bit shippy... And I don't ship them. I mean, I don't like yaoi (But it's okay if you do, it's just not my preference) and this was supposed to be a bromance fic... But eh. People are gonna see it how they see it so whatever :shrug: Okay so yeah. I love you guys. I'm not sorry at all for the crapstorm of feels and tears that I have sent upon thee. I am very proud of this work. Hope you enjoyed reading just as much as I enjoyed writing~ Bye~

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Bad Blood (c) Bastille
Fanfic (c) :iconhalostormhybrids: 
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.....and Arthur never went shopping with him ever again.

Shut up. I know you're all guilty of resisting the urge to do this after you were too big to fit in the shopping cart!

Characters(c)Hidekaz Himaruya
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Normally I don't show off some of my graphic design stuff, but I love mystery skulls.<3
Their song Ghost is the shit!XD

A lot of text here........omg my hands hurt.;-;
I probably gonna do fanart of lewis one of these daaays~ CB<

Check out this awesome animation of this song!--->…

Do to some demand for this, I've decided to make my Type poster into a print.^_^
Thank you all so much for enjoying this piece, I'm very grateful that my hardwork paid out!
Much love to all~
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what a stud




fireless vers here
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well... i worked a lot days in this draw... because i am so fucking tired! and i am so lazy!!!!
but it´s done!.... and when you guys ask for commissions i must be responsible and blabla XD sdkjfdsklgknd
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:damphyr: Yay~ I finally did something~ even though I used refrence for the pose~ anyway this is my OC Kayao and *nekohoshi-san777 OC Jameson~ :iconohohoplz: gosh he is one sexy seme~ Over the past few days of us RPing I've come to know you as a true friend~ you're funny and sweet~ I hope I didn't kill Jamesons sexiness too much haha~~ :huggle:

Jameson (c) *nekohoshi-san777
Kayao (c) *lickle-miss-sunshine
Pose Ref (c) ~Cowgirl177
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yayayaya finished! :heart::heart:

:iconcryingplz: oh meh gawwd i freaking love SAI <333

art trade with---> :iconherius:
QwQ seriously I really had fun drawing Calyx,
at first I thought that should I draw Zee as in seme??? but even Zee have this uke face, so I draw both of them ukes. =,=""

:icony-u-noplz:Yes Zee is currently under stress with his assignment ..

I hope you liek it herius san :D
:iconwtwplz:Im sorry if I destroy his sexy face....

Calyx Arion from---->:iconvoleros-saga:

Zeenyx Ezalen from--->:iconaohc:

Tools: SAI & Photoshop CS4
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Lovely Complex Plus © Aya Nakahara
Manga Coloring © bakaprincess85
Koizumi Risa & Otani Atsushi
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this is a clothes shading tutorial for this [link]
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My second hand study. I chose my best sketches and I creade this reference. 

Please click 'download' - large file.

Free use. If you use this for reference, please give me a credit/put the link. Thank you! :)
Drawn from nature.

Hands reference - part 01 by Kyoux Ink and blood set brush by Kyoux Game Over by Kyoux
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Who is the 5th?!! can you guess? Wink and Dimples 

I realised that most of my favorite anime characters have semi-realistic eyes, explains why I like to draw in that way xD 
Eren was the hardest <.<" 
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Hellooo everyone ! !
I miss you so much-- I can cry- (゚´Д`゚)゚

Here's a little something I made for myself, and..
I though I'd share it with you guys. ଘ(੭*◕ฺω◕ฺ)੭
Click download for a 
(really) bigger resolution ! :'D

It's not that useful, but maybe it would help a bit :>>
Both girls and boys have similiar lip shape, but female tends to have thinner lips, while male's wider.
But it doesn't really matter if your style is cartoonize/ or animanga, actually x'D

The same as mine :> In my case, I usually make the color of the girl's lips with vibrant color (bright pink - red-orange),
while I used paler colors for the boys (pale pink - pale-red) :>> But i love to make boys with.. 'cherry lips' x'DD hahaha-
I have ambigous style anyway-- x'DD

If it helpful, somewhat- 
please share so others can see :>>

It's really funny when you see the nose, kinda look like eyes-- x'DD

SAI, tablet

Have a genki day ! <3 <3 :'DD
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(((((I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes and that I haven’t wrote in a

while  and the fact that it’s short….. ENJOY ALFIE!)))))
You were texting a to a friend on your boyfriend’s lab. His hands were around your waist punching the buttons on his controller. You ignored his talking after a while ‘because he clearly was pretty hyper more than usual and it annoyed you. His friend Denmark was no better sitting next to Alfred also planting his hands into the buttons while screaming at their avatars.
You sighed and put your phone away, now bored. And watched them play minecraft. You didn’t understand what the big deal about that game is. He has been paying more attention to it than you.
You didn’t want to interrupt their game time so you just watched them send colorful words towards the green creature,
“YOU LITTLE PIECE OF GREEN **** YOU EXPLODED ON MY ***** HOUSE YOU-“and from there you zoned out.
Denmark seemed to be enjoying seeing Al scream every piece of energy out of him. This is one long day.
*Time skip brought to you by Romano’s SWAG*
Norway finally saved you from all that Chaos and called Dan home. You both said your good byes, now you can have Al all to yourself.

That’s when you got an idea.
Alfred turned around to see you covering your eyes ‘crying’.
“(y-y/n) You okay, babe?” he said stuttering. Alfred foster johns just stuttered, This is totally working.
You turned around hiding your covered face, smirking under it. “G-Go away….” You said sounding upset.
“W-what did I do? I-I’m sorry…..” he stuttered sounding depressed over the fact that you were upset with him. Not you. Anything but you .
You heard the clutching sound (Idk what it sounds like when you sit on the couch) and warm hands wrapped around your ‘sad’ form and pull you to his lab. And Alfred started whispering apologies to you…
“I-I’m sorry babe, I don’t know what I did b-but I’m sorry… I promise I will be better….i-I’ll always put you first…. Please, don’t be upset with me…”
‘ I guess he doesn’t realize that he already puts me first…this is fun…’ but you started to feel kind of guilty for making him depressed like that. A moment later you started to feel him shake. You must of gotten a little bit… ok way too far. Alfred stuttering? The ‘hero’ shacking? This isn’t him.
You removed your hand but it seemed he hadn’t noticed since because the shacking didn’t stopped. So you decided to let him know.
“Um…..Alfred” You said concern Visible in your voice.
He looked up his face red and wet. “(Y/N) I’m sorry for whatever it is I did, I swear I didn’t mean it!” he said his face full of hope that you would forgive him. You giggled inside knowing that you should get Academy Award for how good you acted. He started to list a bunch of reasons he thinks you’re so ‘upset’ with him, and apologize for it.
“Or maybe your upset because I-“ You about had it with his long speech so you decided to cut him off but smashing your lips on his. He was taken back by how forcible you were being. But after a line of minutes you started to feel unconfterble with your position and he noticed so he pulled away and turned you to face him. You smirked and closed the distance Once again.
You snaked your arms to his cheeks and went up finding his Glasses and pulled them over his head, Took him long enough to notice.
“H-hay! Give them back”
“Nope.” You said getting off his lab and running with them to your shared room. But before you could open the door a hand slammed to the side of you head and a large hand captured the hand with the glasses, You turned around to find a smirking Alfred.
“A-alfred..” You said his face inching closer to your face and you felt his warm breath on your face. You didn’t have a time to say anything when he kissed you again and he reached for is glasses and his free hand on your waist.
He pulled away Grinning like an idiot,
You giggled,
“My American idiot.”

What have i done....IM SORRY! (Hehe i almost said Siri Heheh pfft....siri) IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT! ill do somthing longer i just need somthing to write about!


But here is a series of Fluffs on Quotev! please follow, comment or maybe watch me here! and there! if you want that is,

here is the series!:…: YAY~!


This is kinda of an insperation i got from my sister!

thnx sis!

So yeah i enojoy fluffs..... but im thinking of this story to past for black butler.... ciel x reader...

So yeah i hope you enojy!

I belong to God

You belong to :iconsexyamericaplz:

Hetalia beings to its owners!!!




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China x Male!Reader

A small tray in your left hand, while your right hand clutched tightly to the document folders while two small children held onto your left and right legs. Moving as fast as you could you opened the door to your bosses office, placing the documents underneath the tray you smiled saying.  "Here's your tea Mr. Wang….and also I found Mei and Kiku…they were hiding in the gardens waiting to ambush me I guess..."

Looking down at your legs, Yao stood up, his face turning slightly pink as he said. "Mei! Kiku let go of (y_n)'s legs! You're hindering his ability to work, aru!" the two small children looked up at their father, Mei's eyes filling up with tears as she said. "B-but….we heard the workers say that Daddy might have to let (y_n) go! And…and we don't want that! We want (y_n) to stay here!"

Mei attached herself back to your leg, Kiku following right behind her; while he may be the older sibling he leaves it up to his younger sister to express their feelings. Mei being the emotional and loving young girl, while Kiku remained the stoic and antisocial child you've know him to be since you've started working here. But…even when his sister isn't around, Kiku's attached himself to your leg.

Chuckling, you crouched down to their level, ruffling the children's hair to try and comfort them. A soft smile on your face as you hugged them close; looking down into their big teary brown eyes (well at least Mei's were teary, while Kiku's looked close to it). "Hey~ Mei, Kiku have you finished your homework? Your teacher called me today and told me that you haven't been doing your work..." Yao couldn't help but watch while you interacted with the children. Treating them as if they were your own, Yao couldn't help but smile as he walked behind you, patting your shoulder as he said.

"Mei…Kiku would you mind to leave us alone so I can talk to (y_n)?" the two children looked up at Yao; Mei looked to Kiku, the boy nodding his head to some sort of silent message as he said. "Don't make (y_n) sad…" with that the two children walked out of their father's office. Chuckling Yao scratched the back of his head as he said. "They really love you don't they aru?"

Smiling you nodded your head as you replied. "Yeah…and I really love them. But…I know that you'll have to let me go soon. There's another who's more qualified to be your personal assistant than myself…" you trailed off watching as Yao stood there, hands resting underneath his chin. "What if I were to say no to hiring this new assistant…would you stay here…please aru? "

"Wh-what? Mr. Wang that wouldn't be fair at all! Just because…just because we love one another…that wouldn't be fair to the man who's more qualified for this job." Placing his hands on your shoulders Yao yelled. "If you won't stay here for me stay here for Mei and Kiku! Please…they need you…just as much as I need you…if you were to suddenly leave like this…then they would be heartbroken aru."

Sighing, you stood there unsure of what to do or say. Until an idea hit you, looking at Yao you replied. "Ah! Yao, I could work at the flower shop that's close to wear the three of you live! That way…I can still see you, Mei and Kiku on a daily bases!"

Yao stared at you, grabbing your arm he yelled. "No!! If you were to work there then all of those High School girls will flirt with you! You're my assistant (y_n)! I refuse to allow other people to flirt with you aru!!"

You couldn't help but laugh, smiling as you placed your forehead against Yao's. "Hahaha~ Yao you have no reason to worry about me~ I'll just let all of those girls know that I'm with someone already. That the person I'm in love with is very kind and caring and is a bit jealous when I'm with others younger than himself."

Yao whacked you upside the head, his face a bright red as he yelled. "Do not tell them that aru!" Chuckling you replied, "Hahah~ who knows Yao they could be Yaoi fan girl's, and leave me alone about the whole dating part. After all…some girls are into that kind of thing." Yao proceeded to hit you again, "Aya! Do not tell them that (y_n)! Then they'll just annoy you and ask personal questions about our life that should not be asked aru!"

A huge grin took over your face, placing a small kiss on Yao's slightly open lips, startling the Chinese man, you pulled him into a tight hug. "It's okay Yao~ I'm all yours okay? So there's no need to worry about me. Well, we should go and tell Mei and Kiku about what I'm going to do…and that I'll still be able to see them."

Standing there, holding your hand out for Yao to take, Yao stood there, his face a bright red as he replied. "Let's go aru….but…I have a question aru…" looking at Yao you asked, "Ah, what is it Yao?" hiding his face in the small of your back he mumbled something you couldn't hear.

Standing in front of the playroom where Mei and Kiku were playing. "Yao~ I can't hear you." punching you in the back Yao yelled. "Would you like to stay the night at my house for Mei and Kiku!?!?!" smiling, you turned around; placing a small kiss on Yao's forehead you pulled away. "Haha~ sure Yao. I'll stay at your house tonight for you."  Yao found it hard not to blush, but he wanted to slap you for figuring out that he wanted you to stay the night at his house for him, rather than for the children.
Yeah~ China's one-shot is done~ I'm so happy! And there's a lil Taiwan and Japan! I tried to make this one fluffy, per request. So, I hope that you all enjoyed it as much as the requester did. c:

Germany: [link]
Prussia: [link]
Romano: [link]
Italy: [link]
Spain: [link]
Russia: [link]
Male!Liechtenstein: [link]
Japan: [link]
Romania: [link]
South Korea:[link]
Denmark: [link]
Norway: [link]
Japan Pt. 2: [link]
Netherlands: [link]
Pirate!England: [link]

China (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) Yourself or ---> :iconsexychinaplz:
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WARNING: This story contains BL(Boy Love) and a uke Russia.

"Why did everybody leave me? I just didn't want to be alone." Russia said to himself as he sat by himself at his dinner table eating breakfast.

His house was empty and rather spacious ever since the Soviet Union disbanded. His sisters, Ukraine and Belarus left him. The Baltics left him. Everyone. He was reminded of this when he woke up from a sort of nightmare that morning.

He sighed. "It's okay I guess." He depressingly ate his breakfast.

When he was done, knocking was heard at his door. He went over and opened it to see you.

"Are you ready Russia?" You asked with straight face.

"Oh (Name). Da, I am." Russia said with a smile and walked with you to your car.

After Russia met you a few weeks ago, you had taken the liberty to pick him up from his house. Most of the countries asked why you would since Russia was a scary country. You, on the other hand, didn't really think so.

"It is nice weather today, da?" Russia asked as he got inside your car. You nodded with a grunt. "How is your brother, Sweden?"

"He is fine." You said, plainly and started the car.

That's right. You were a brother to Sweden. People weren't sure if you were the older or little one but they did know you two shared the same facial expression and intimidating aura. Though, you knew how to control your intimidation a bit better than your brother. Like when you were able to comfort Sealand or Wy or Ladonia or any of the other micro-nations. Or even an actual country. You were also very helpful from time to time.

"I wonder what will be talked about at the conference today." Russia said, leaning back in his seat and his eyes at the sky.

"I don't know." You said, your eyes straight forward on the road.

Russia looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then smiled. It was nice to have someone to talk to. How you two met was simply by chance. It was a cat actually.

~Flash Back!~

"Where did my scarf go? I'm really starting to miss it." Russia said as he looked around the park while holding on to his neck with one hand.

He had come to the park to relax and had accidentally fallen asleep. When he woke up, his scarf was gone! He had spent a full two hours looking for it.

"When I find out who took my scarf..." Russia said with an evil smile as a dark aura collected around him.

"Hm? What do you have there Katt*? A scarf?"

Russia turned his attention to his right and saw you. You were squatting down next to a cat with a rather serious expression and it sat on one end of a tan scarf. The other end was in your hands. He quickly walked over to you.

"Excuse me. May I have my scarf back?" He asked, leaning down a bit with his evil smile still on his face and the dark aura growing darker.

You turned around and looked up at him. A lot of people who see Russia in that state would freak out, be scared and run away. The people near by sure did that. But you, you just squatted there as you looked up at him with a stoic expression. Then you turned back around, lifted your cat, Katt, off the scarf and stood up with the scarf in hand. Russia noticed your were the same height as him.

"This?" You said.

Russia nodded. "Da."

What you did next was a bit of a surprise for him. You had wrapped the scarf gently around his neck.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "My cat can be a bit troublesome." You looked down at the feline who just meowed and laid its head down to nap.

Russia looked down at his scarf, touching it slightly, and then looked at you questionably.

"You are not scared of me?" He asked, his dark aura disappearing. This was fairly new to him since lots of people were terrified of him and the only person who wasn't that much afraid of him was China. And he barely got to see him.

You tilted your head. "Why would I be?"

"It's just that, I am Russia. And lots of people are scared of me." He explained with a weak smile.

"Russia? You're a country correct? I am too. I'm (Name), also a country." You said.

"A country? I've never seen you around the world conference before. Are you sure?" He raised an eye brow. You nodded.

"I've been too busy with my economy to attend. But things are getting better for me now."

"Oh, that is great I guess." Russia was still in a daze that you weren't afraid of him. He just couldn't believe it.

"Hey, Russia." You said, picking up your cat.

"Uh, da?" He said.

"I just got out of my economic slump and I want to make some friends, so why don't we hang out later, okej**?" You stood there waiting for his answer.

"Oh..." Russia stood there for a moment and then his face broke out into a smile. "Alright then. That sounds nice!"

You had a slight smirk on your lips as you did a nod and left with a wave. Russia waved back and really couldn't wait until you two met up again.

~End of Flash Back!~

"Are you okay Russia?" Your question brought Russia back to the present.

"Hm? I am totally fine, (Name). Why do you ask?" He asked with a smile.

"You've been staring at the sky for a while now. I got a bit worried." You said, making a left turn.

"Do not worry, comrade. I am fine!" He then looked at the dash board with a soft expression. "I was just remembering the day we first met."

You stared at him for a bit and then shifted your eyes back to in front of you. "I see."

Both of you reached the conference a little early and waited for everybody else to come. The conference started out pretty well. The countries were cooperating with each other and then, like always, it went down hill.

"How dare you say that about my scones, shit beard!" England shouted.

"Not my fault zey are 'ard as rocks and tasteless as coal, bushy brows!" Francis shouted back. Then they grabbed each others shirt collars.

America started laughing, saying things like he was the "hero" to Japan while Japan tried to refrain from speaking. And everybody else was either ignoring what was happening by talking to the countries next to them, sleeping, eating, or was enjoying the fighting going on in front of them. You were one of the people who were talking to the countries next to them, which was your brother Sweden and Norway.

"How is Hanatamago, brother?" You asked him.

"She is doing fine. Finland suggested we should use this new brand of shampoo for her to make her coat softer." He said to you with the same straight face you had on.

"But she already has soft enough fur." You told him. "Maybe buying her a bow would work out better."

Sweden thought about this and nodded. Then you turned over to Norway.

"How is the troll and the fairies, Norway?" You asked him. Even if you didn't really believe in them, you asked so to be nice.

"They are doing fine. Some of the fairies keep disappearing though. I wonder where they go sometimes." He said, cupping his chin and tilting his stoic face to the side.

"I'm sure they're fine." You assured him. He nodded.

"No Belarus! Stop!" Russia suddenly cried out. The entire room stopped and looked over to Russia who was terrified as his little sister, Belarus, clung on to him

"Come on big brother! I am sick and tired of your running and hiding from me! But I have you now and we WILL get married!" She said with a crazed smile, her grip on her brother's upper arms tightening.



"That's enough!" You said after you jumped out of your seat and ripped them apart. You had pushed Russia behind you, getting in between him and his sister.

"(Name)? What are you doing getting into this?" She said, glaring at you.

"I admit, you are pretty Belarus, but Russia does not like what you are doing to him. So stop." You said to her, throwing a glare back.

The surrounding air in the room got frigid cold and intense, the other countries held their breath for no one, NO ONE, got in between her and her brother when she tries to make him marry her. They mentally prayed for your safety and also thought how brave, or insane, you were to do such a thing. And also wondered if you weren't scared to do it.

Well of course you were. You were freaking terrified. But luckily that didn't show up on your face. Russia was in trouble and as a friend, a good friend as said by him, you rushed in to help.

Both of you glared at each other, seeing who will give up first.

"You'll pay for this." She hissed before leaving the room.

You inwardly sighed with relief. You didn't know how much longer you would of stood up to her. You turned around and faced Russia.

"You alright?" You asked him.

"Oh, ah, yeah. I'm fine." He said to you. Then he noticed you just staring at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Come with me." You said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room.

You pulled him along out of the building and to the gardens in the back where you stopped in front of a fountain.

"Why did you pull me out here, (Name)?" Russia questioned, your back to him.

You let go of his hand and faced him. "I love you Russia."

"Wha-What?" His face quickly became flustered. That was unexpected. "Why would you say that? This must be joke right?"

He sheepishly smiled.

"Why would it be?" You questioned straight faced.

"Ah, w-well, it's just so sudden." Russia explained, pulling his scarf up to try to hid his blushing cheeks as he avoided eye contact with you.

"Do you love me?" You asked him.

That made Russia's heart beat fast. He didn't know what to think! He didn't know what to say! This never happened to him before. He thought about it in his head. He did care about you. And you were so nice to him. Not to mention you were the only one who completely wasn't afraid of him. Now that he thinks about, maybe...maybe he did love you. He looked at his feet when he realized this.

"D...Da." He said quietly. You smiled softly. And then Russia felt both of his hands being wrapped around
by yours. He tilted his head up slightly and looked at you.

"I'm going to kiss you now, okej?" You told him, leaning close to his face.

His eyes widened at this, but then he closed them and felt your lips on his. He didn't expect you to kiss so gently or your lips to be so soft. He was starting to melt into the kiss when you suddenly pulled away.

"Eh? What's wrong, (Name)?" He asked, frowning a bit.

You were looking to your right and pointed. He followed your finger and saw the countries that were looking out the big windows of the conference hall. When they saw Russia look, that quickly jerked their heads the other way, acting like they didn't see anything. He smiled at them, his dark aura starting to appear around him. Then you kissed his cheek which made the dark aura disappear quickly.

"I just thought you didn't want to get kissed with so many people watching." You said to him.

"It's fine if you kiss me in front of people. It lets me know you love me." He smiled sweetly at you. "And that you're not afraid to show it."

You smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Both of you headed back inside.

"You know you're going to have to watch out for my crazy sister now, right?"

"I know."

The End!
:iconmeplz: :iconsaysplz: Oh come on! Looks at that face and tell me that isn't an uke face! *points*
:iconscaryrussiaplz: :iconkolkolplz:
:iconmeplz: :iconsaysplz: Oh hold on. Wrong face.
:iconmeplz: :iconsaysplz: There we go. :iconheehee-plz:

Katt*-Means Cat in Swedish. Yeah, creative name right?:icondontunderstandplz:
Okej**-Means Okay in Swedish.

And I made another one...WTH? Well, this one will probably be the last of it until I get I bored or need something to distract me or something...

Besides, I need to get to France's story. I feel like I'm neglecting his story.

:iconfrancetantrumplz: :iconsaysplz: YOU ARE DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE NEGLECTING ME!!
:iconmeplz: :iconsaysplz: Oh stop your whining. :iconnotlisteningplz:
:iconmeplz: :iconsaysplz: :iconnotlisteningplz:
:iconfrancehankieplz: :iconsaysplz: 'OW CAN YOU BE SO MEAN!

:iconcuterussiaplz: :iconsaysplz: Author-chan will be getting back to finishing up her story for France. Thank you for reading!

Russia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
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Just Wait
Netherlands x Male!Reader


"Waaahhh!!! Oooof!" you yelled once you finally hit solid ground, groaning while you rubbed your backside you looked at the area around you, curious about where you were and what happened. Standing up you scratched the back of your head, confused about where you were, you remember falling through what you were guessing the ceiling from a weak board in Tim's attic.

The tall Netherlands male reaching for you while screaming your name. The world had become dark for a few moments, only to become bright once more, looking at your surroundings you were in an open field, with the ocean nearby followed by what seemed to be a few boulders here and there.  

Following the sound of the waves, you soon found yourself  looking down upon a small child. His left cheek covered in what looked to be fresh dirt, a small white rabbit sitting not too far away from him. The boy hadn’t noticed you yet, you stood there watching the boy while he held what looked to be the bulb to a flower of some sort.

Going through your memory you tried to pick out which flower the bulb might be. Having watched Tim plant so many flowers during the time the two of you have been together. Knowing full and well that you shouldn’t approach the boy you still approached him anyways.

“H-hey... what kind of flower might that be?” the boy looked up at you, his amber color eyes showing you no emotions whatsoever, you were not sure on how to deal with the boy. But, nonetheless you asked him the question again.

“What kind of flower might that be?” looking from the bulb in his hand then back to you the boy spoke in a calm and even voice. “A tulip.... it’s a tulip.” a smile appeared on your face leaning down to his level.

“Do you know what color it will be?” shaking his head no the boy continued to attempt digging into the soil. “Will you still like it regardless of what color it is?” looking to you once again the boy smiled, nodding his head yes he replied.

“Yes... I’m sure that I’ll love it either way. Even if it’s a girly pink I’ll love it.” happiness radiated off the boy, which seemed almost contagious for you found yourself smiling as well. Taking a few more steps towards the boy you started to help him digging into the soil.

“What are you doing mister?” the boy asked, looking at him with another smile you replied, “I’m helping you out... after all, it’s kind of hard to dig in soil without tools.” you motioned towards his hands, the nails peeled back, some missing from the tips of his fingers along with dried blood mixed with dirt.

The boy smiled once again, and returned to digging you turned your attention back to digging as well. You noticed that the boy’s hair hid a few bruises on his face, you tried not to ask him about them but you couldn’t help yourself.

Which is normally the downfall for many, many humans.

“Wh-why is your face bruised?” looking at you, the boy stopped digging setting the bulb to the side he replied. “Because I’m scary looking... people are afraid of me. But, I have to be strong to protect my family...”

Scooting closer towards the boy invading his personal space you asked a simple question that he could chose to answer or not to answer. “What’s your name if I might ask? Mine is (y/n) (l/n) and I’m just a regular old human.”

The boy laughed a little bit at your joke, looking at you he replied. “Netherlands... or Tim as my sister would call me.” you felt your heart skip a beat, why didn’t you notice it before? “Why are people afraid of me? Why... why? Is it because of how I look? I cannot help that I look this way...”

Smiling, you placed a quick kiss on the top of the boys disheveled hair, pulling away to see a blush on the Tim’s face. “Just wait Tim... you’ll meet someone whom will love you. Yes, they might be a little bit afraid of you at first, but you’ll be able to show them that you really do care about them.”

Standing up, Tim watched your every movement with those amber colored eyes, dusting yourself off you started to walk away. “Wh-where are you going mister?” Tim asked, turning to face him you replied.

“Well... I’m going to find a way back home to my time. I’m not exactly sure how I ended up here but... if I do not return home soon then he’ll raise hell or cry maybe. After all... your both really similar.”


Opening your eyes, you shot up out of what you were guessing was a bed. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why you were asleep on Tim’s bed, you remember helping Tim cleaning, and then you were walking around and talking to a younger version of Tim in your dreams.

Looking around the room you noticed the familiar form of Tim sitting in the window, looking out at the waves crashing against the rocks.

Approaching Tim at a slow and even pace, the taller male noticed you before you could plan any sort of sneak attack type hug against him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your hair he whispered.

“‘Just wait...’ those words I remember them...” wrapping your arms around Tim’s waist you replied. “What?” a confused smile on your face, Tim brushed off your question, smile still present on his face he mumbled.

“Nothing... just thank you... thank you for just being born (y/n).”
Well... hey again everyone. My last post for this long Male!Reader series was February 9th, sorry about the long wait for this stories update. xDD That is if you can even call it a story, had writers block and just waited for an idea to appear.

Low and behold, I go back and look at the requested Male!Reader x Country comments and on my Quotev buried deep on my profile is a request for the Netherlands or Iceland. So.... I did Netherlands, I should have another one for Norway up soon, along with one for Iceland~ I think Iceland's is kind of cute. :la:

Germany: [link]
Prussia: [link]
Romano: [link]
Italy: [link]
Spain: [link]
Russia: [link]
China: [link]
Japan: [link]
Romania: [link]
South Korea: [link]
Norway: [link]
Pirate!England: [link]
Iceland: [link]

Netherlands (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) Yourself or ---> Netherlands~ :la:
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Gilbert Beilschmidt had always been a close friend of yours and the two of you hang out whenever you had gotten the chance. However, when it came to being 'friends' at school it was unlikely that he'd pay much attention to you. The reason being that he and his friends Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy made up the group the Bad Touch Trio; a group of bullies of sorts. You didn't mind being ignored by him all that much during school as long afterwards, Gilbert belonged to you.

As usual, you were waiting for him outside of the school gates; you always liked waiting for him to part from Antonia and Francis. Hearing his usual 'kesese' type of laugh, you looked peered into the gates. A disheartened look crossed your face, seeing the platinum blonde German walking and talking with a girl. It wasn't that you disapproved of him having friends besides you, Antonio, and Francis but you had never expected that he would 'stand you up' for a girl. You backed away from the gates, hoping he wouldn't notice you as he walked by.

"Frau, you're getting to know zee awesome me, Gilbert. You ist being too shy." Gilbert said, cupping the girl's chin as they walked passed you. All she could was giggle and blush.

You narrowed your (eye color) eyes in anger. You didn't actually think he'd be flirting with her. Maybe you were just being jealous? It wasn't like you had actually told Gilbert how you felt about him, after all you were both men and just by seeing how he acting with that girl you doubted he liked you that way. You really wanted to throw something at that moment.


You lightened your facial expression, looking into crimson eyes. You jumped, moving back a bit and put your hand over your heart. You breathing was a little shaky from the sudden shock you had just received from your friend. "G-Gil? D-don't scare me like that."

Gilbert started at you for a moment before laughing. He put his arm around your shoulder, forcing you walk with him. "Vhat? I vas talking to you und you veren't listening. Vere you day dreaming, (Name)?"

You shook your head. You didn't remember him talking to you, only remembered him talking to that girl and it was making you angry. You looked at him, you (hair color & length) felling into your face. You moved away from him, pulling yourself from the grip he had on your shoulder. "You're lying, Gil. You were talking to that girl. I never heard you say one thing to me before my name."

He frowned for a moment, reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. "VHAT? True, I vas talking to her but I saw you und I changed my mind about it. She vas pretty pissed about it. It ist true, I vas talking to you for a while."

You raised your brow while listening to him; you still had your doubts about what he was saying. You pulled your hand back from his before crossing your arms. You looked away from him with a slight blush on your face. "Fine, let's go get something to eat and drink. I'm getting hungry."


Walking up to your favorite restaurant, you and Gilbert decided to sit down at one of the tables located outside of it. It was a nice a day and there was no reason to have to go inside. You looked at menu, occasionally look up over to see what your friend was doing before going back to it.

"What would you like to drink?" the waitress asked, holding a pencil and notepad.

"I'd like (your favorite drink)." You replied, looking at the waitress.

Gilbert thought for a moment, "Beer."

The waitress stared at the two of your for a moment, smiling and nodding before she walked off back into the restaurant to get your drinks.

"Vhy do you still have the menu up?" Gilbert asked, putting his hand on your menu and pulled it down a bit.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I didn't think it mattered, Gil. Maybe I'm still trying to figure out what I want to eat?" you replied, lowering your eyes back to the menu.

He furrowed his brows before pulling the menu from your hands. He grabbed a hold of his, putting them both on the table underneath of his arms. He leaned forward on the table. "Vhy are you acting zis vay?"

You stared at him, putting your hands across the table and tried your regain possession of your menu; not that you were doing a good job. After a while you gave up on trying to get it from him and rested your head on the table. "That girl…" you muttered.

Gilbert raised his brow at your statement. He was about to reply when the waitress returned with your drinks. "Danke." He said with a smile.

"Are you ready to order your food?" she asked.

"Give us two of ze specials." He replied, handing her the menus. She walked off once again. He looked back at you. "Now vhat about zhat girl?"

You looked up from the table, blinking. "Huh? Oh. Never mind that, don't worry."

Gilbert laughed his usual 'kesese' laugh, leaning down onto the table. "You vere jealous, ja?"

You quickly sat up from the table, you face completely red. "W-what?! That's a bold face lie, Gil!" you yelled, sinking into your chair. You felt rather embarrassed by causing a bit of scene by yelling out like that. You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding eye contact with him.

He picked up his beer, opening it and took a drink. He held out his hand, pointing towards you. "You vere jealous that, I zee awesome Gilbert vasn't paying attention to you like I vas vith zat girl earlier today. Ist only natural zhat you vould be because I know zhat you like me."

You looked back over at him, frowning. You didn't think it was that noticeable that you like him or it was probably because you were always around him. "Ja, Ich liebe dich, Gilbert." You said under your breath, only hoping that he wouldn't hear you.

Gilbert stood up and walked over to you. He reached his hand out to you, grabbing a hold of chin and forced you to look at him. He leaned down and placed his lips against yours, quite passionately. Pulling back, he laughed a little. "Ich liebe dich auch, (Name). I vas just vaiting for you to say it first."

You blushed heavily before slowly putting your arms around his neck. "Does this mean we're more than friends now?"

"Ja. You're mein liebe…boyfriend." He replied, kissing your forehead.
Finally! The winner of my poll Prussia! The first one I've written where you've known the country for a long period of time. Whoo! It's fluff, like everything else.


You: :iconprussiasparklesplz:
Prussia: :iconhimaruyaplz:
Story: =YukinaKou
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