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hetalia2009-08-02 04:39 pm
mega-otaku.livejournal.com) wrote in hetalia2009-08-02 04:39 pm
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[Fic] Oneshot
Name: Britannia Demon
Characters/Pairings: England/America, with a side of Italy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not much besides British insults, usage of human names, and a little sexual content (you won't see much though since I can't write smut XD) There might be a lot of mistakes because my MS Word likes to mess with me.
Summary: Arthur gives Alfred a reason to quit drinking for life.
Author's Note: I wrote this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baozi_kun as an fanfic/fanart exchange. She requested a US/UK fic with Arthur topping. I still like Alfred topping better!
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Hope you like it, Su~
Characters/Pairings: England/America, with a side of Italy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not much besides British insults, usage of human names, and a little sexual content (you won't see much though since I can't write smut XD) There might be a lot of mistakes because my MS Word likes to mess with me.
Summary: Arthur gives Alfred a reason to quit drinking for life.
Author's Note: I wrote this for
baozi_kun as an fanfic/fanart exchange. She requested a US/UK fic with Arthur topping. A relaxing shower to wash away the sweat of a boring meeting is the perfect way to end the day. Arthur finished cleaning the shampoo from his hair and prepared to add conditioner, but three, soft taps interrupted him. Growling at the rude interruption of his precious alone time, Arthur quickly grab his bathrobe and rushed to the door. He nearly slipped in the process because apparently, his visitor has no patience as the soft taps became loud bangs. Arthur would have ripped the door from its hinges if it wasn’t for the fact that he is in a hotel. Standing in front of him was the last person he think he would see.
“Hiya, Iggy.” The annoying nickname he had specifically asked not to be used, but that is the least of Arthur's worries.
“Are you drunk?” If the inability to stand straight and flushed cheeks were any indication, Alfred was totally wasted. The uncoordinated American’s only response was a weak chuckle.
“Me not drunk. You talk crazy, Iggy.” Arthur had to really concentrate in order to make out Alfred’s mangled sentence, but he got the idea. A certain albino invited him to go drinking earlier today and Arthur declined. Alfred must have been invited too and agreed, now he is at his door leaning against the wall for support.
“Fine, Mr. Me-Not-Drunk. What in the world happened?” At that moment, Arthur was suddenly pinned to the floor and Alfred’s chin rested on his shoulders. “H-hey! Get off, you wanker! I’m not in the mood!”
Arthur could feel the blood rushing to his face and other ‘regions’. He wish he took the time to wear something not so easily revealing as his bathrobe. Without warning, Alfred began to shift and in the process grind their hips together. Arthur hissed in pleasure of the sudden contact.
“You git.” He sighed in defeat and wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck. “Fine. I give in, but only for tonight. Don’t let this happen again.” Arthur knew this would definitely occur again no matter how many times he scold the American. These are the cons of having a boyfriend who is as horny everyday as Francis. He closed his eyes and waited for Alfred to make a move.
“Huh? What? Where am I? Why is the bed so lumpy?” Arthur’s eye snapped open to find Alfred standing up and heading towards the bed. Falling with a loud plop, the somewhat sober nation made himself comfortable on Arthur’s queen-size bed.
Arthur fixed his bathrobe and stomped to Alfred’s side. He slapped the sleeping nation awake and got a glare in return.
“What do you want? I'm sleeping!” Alfred made himself comfortable once more and tried to resume sleeping. The redness of Arthur’s face is no longer from pleasure, but anger. He slapped Alfred again to get his attention.
“You wanker! You made me hard and then you’re just going to sleep?” He did his best to hide it, but the thinness if the bathrobe clearly showed his growing erection. “This is your fault! Now fix it!”
“I said I’m sleeping! Can’t you see how tired I am? Horny old man.” Arthur untied his bathrobe and let it fall to the ground before he pounced on the bed and its inhabitant.
The next day, Italy fell asleep like usual during the meeting. He claimed that he was kept up all night because of the screaming and a familiar laughter coming from next door.
“Hiya, Iggy.” The annoying nickname he had specifically asked not to be used, but that is the least of Arthur's worries.
“Are you drunk?” If the inability to stand straight and flushed cheeks were any indication, Alfred was totally wasted. The uncoordinated American’s only response was a weak chuckle.
“Me not drunk. You talk crazy, Iggy.” Arthur had to really concentrate in order to make out Alfred’s mangled sentence, but he got the idea. A certain albino invited him to go drinking earlier today and Arthur declined. Alfred must have been invited too and agreed, now he is at his door leaning against the wall for support.
“Fine, Mr. Me-Not-Drunk. What in the world happened?” At that moment, Arthur was suddenly pinned to the floor and Alfred’s chin rested on his shoulders. “H-hey! Get off, you wanker! I’m not in the mood!”
Arthur could feel the blood rushing to his face and other ‘regions’. He wish he took the time to wear something not so easily revealing as his bathrobe. Without warning, Alfred began to shift and in the process grind their hips together. Arthur hissed in pleasure of the sudden contact.
“You git.” He sighed in defeat and wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck. “Fine. I give in, but only for tonight. Don’t let this happen again.” Arthur knew this would definitely occur again no matter how many times he scold the American. These are the cons of having a boyfriend who is as horny everyday as Francis. He closed his eyes and waited for Alfred to make a move.
“Huh? What? Where am I? Why is the bed so lumpy?” Arthur’s eye snapped open to find Alfred standing up and heading towards the bed. Falling with a loud plop, the somewhat sober nation made himself comfortable on Arthur’s queen-size bed.
Arthur fixed his bathrobe and stomped to Alfred’s side. He slapped the sleeping nation awake and got a glare in return.
“What do you want? I'm sleeping!” Alfred made himself comfortable once more and tried to resume sleeping. The redness of Arthur’s face is no longer from pleasure, but anger. He slapped Alfred again to get his attention.
“You wanker! You made me hard and then you’re just going to sleep?” He did his best to hide it, but the thinness if the bathrobe clearly showed his growing erection. “This is your fault! Now fix it!”
“I said I’m sleeping! Can’t you see how tired I am? Horny old man.” Arthur untied his bathrobe and let it fall to the ground before he pounced on the bed and its inhabitant.
The next day, Italy fell asleep like usual during the meeting. He claimed that he was kept up all night because of the screaming and a familiar laughter coming from next door.
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Hope you like it, Su~
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This is actually the closest I ever wrote about smut. (I can read it but not write it. XP)
NOT IF ALFRED CAN HELP IT!