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hetalia2009-10-21 09:57 pm
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[Fanfic] PWND!
Title: PWND
Author: Me (edited by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibi_spork)
Characters: Gilbert, Arthur and a special guest
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: sexual references and mild swearing
Summary: Gilbert discovers why it's not a good idea to let Arthur blindfold him
A little explanation:
So, actually, this is a result of some “fighting” I had withchibi_spork… we discussed about something she didn’t want to confess… don’t even remember what that was…
Anyways, I said, I’d make her confess, and she was like “Try it”
And so I started sketching Arthur (for she's from England), chained on a chair, blindfolded, and Gilbert trying to… “convince” him to confess whatever he wanted. And then I got carried away and they ended up kissing xD”
So, THIS is Arthur’s Revenge! (resulting from another MSN-dialogue we had...)
~Enjoy!~
“You wanted to see me?” Gilbert asked. Arthur nodded.
“Yes. Remember our last meeting?”
“Of course,” Gilbert said, smirking as he remembered a chair, rope and blindfold. And a kiss that had resulted from those objects. “So… what is it?”
As an answer, Arthur pulled a piece of black cloth out of his pocket. “Does this remind you of anything?”
His smirk widening, Gilbert said: “So you kept that, huh? I knew you enjoyed it.”
“Maybe.” The Englishman grinned as well. “But I think it’s my turn now, don’t you agree?”
The Prussian shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. Since we’re planning world domination, we should be even when we take our rightful place at the top of the world. Right?”
Arthur nodded and stepped behind the Prussian. “Hands,” he said and when Gilbert had put his hands behind his back, Arthur tied them. “Well, well…” Slowly, he reached up and covered Gilbert’s eyes with the blindfold.
The Prussian laughed. “I didn’t know this felt so… intriguing.”
“You’ll feel more later,” Arthur whispered in his ear, and Gilbert couldn’t restrain a shiver, albeit a pleasant one.
“I can’t wait,” he said. He couldn’t see Arthur’s grin growing wider as the Briton guided him through the doorway and along the small corridor.
“Where are we going?” Gilbert asked, but Arthur only said: “You’ll see.”
Even through the blindfold, Gilbert noticed it become darker when he entered the next room. “What is this?” he asked suspiciously. He heard Arthur laugh behind him.
“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”
“Of course not! I’d just like to know about your… preferences, I guess… is this a cell?”
“Exactly.”
Although he knew that it was just his imagination, Gilbert felt as though the temperature dropped a few degrees when Arthur closed the door behind him. “Arthur?”
He felt the other nation standing behind him, just staring at his back. After a few seconds, when Arthur still didn’t do anything, Gilbert turned around. “What is this? Are you just going to stand there and stare at me? I mean, I know my body’s awesome, but –”
Cutting him off, the other nation suddenly moved forward and pushed Gilbert onto the bench behind him. Gilbert needed a few seconds to maintain his balance, then he grinned. “I see, so this time I’m the prisoner and you’re the evil warden?”
Still, the other nation did not say a word; instead, he merely sat down on Gilbert’s lap.
He’s heavier than I thought he would be… the Prussian mused, when he suddenly felt a hand on his cheek. It was as cold as ice.
“Hey, you –” he started, but was silenced by the other’s lips.
Under the blindfold, his eyes opened wide. It’s not him!
He pulled back from the kiss, leaning against the cold wall, and gasped: “Why are you here?”
“How rude,” Ivan said with a smile. “Aren’t you glad that we’re together again?”
“Why – are – you – here?” Gilbert repeated, stressing each word. “Where’s Arthur?”
“Oh,” Ivan said, stroking the Prussian’s cheek. Gilbert turned his face away, but Ivan wasn’t fazed. “He’s outside, I suppose. He said, he needed to… settle something with you and asked for my help.” He leant his forehead against Gilbert’s and whispered: “I missed you…”
“Well,” Gilbert growled through his teeth, “I didn’t miss you!”
Ivan grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall. “You’re being rude again, Gilbert. I thought, I taught you a lesson back then…”
As Ivan bent over to kiss his neck, Gilbert shouted: “Arthur, you goddamn traitor!”
Arthur, leaning against the door outside, laughed. “Now we’re even, I guess. Be nice, Ivan!”
“Arthur!” Gilbert yelled furiously. “You’ll pay for this, you bitch!”
But Arthur couldn’t hear him anymore – he was walking away with a satisfied grin on his face. Well, he thought, maybe we’re not even after all… He stopped and turned back to look along the corridor. “I’ll be waiting for your revenge, partner…”
Author: Me (edited by
chibi_spork)Characters: Gilbert, Arthur and a special guest
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: sexual references and mild swearing
Summary: Gilbert discovers why it's not a good idea to let Arthur blindfold him
A little explanation:
So, actually, this is a result of some “fighting” I had with
chibi_spork… we discussed about something she didn’t want to confess… don’t even remember what that was…Anyways, I said, I’d make her confess, and she was like “Try it”
And so I started sketching Arthur (for she's from England), chained on a chair, blindfolded, and Gilbert trying to… “convince” him to confess whatever he wanted. And then I got carried away and they ended up kissing xD”
So, THIS is Arthur’s Revenge! (resulting from another MSN-dialogue we had...)
~Enjoy!~
“You wanted to see me?” Gilbert asked. Arthur nodded.
“Yes. Remember our last meeting?”
“Of course,” Gilbert said, smirking as he remembered a chair, rope and blindfold. And a kiss that had resulted from those objects. “So… what is it?”
As an answer, Arthur pulled a piece of black cloth out of his pocket. “Does this remind you of anything?”
His smirk widening, Gilbert said: “So you kept that, huh? I knew you enjoyed it.”
“Maybe.” The Englishman grinned as well. “But I think it’s my turn now, don’t you agree?”
The Prussian shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. Since we’re planning world domination, we should be even when we take our rightful place at the top of the world. Right?”
Arthur nodded and stepped behind the Prussian. “Hands,” he said and when Gilbert had put his hands behind his back, Arthur tied them. “Well, well…” Slowly, he reached up and covered Gilbert’s eyes with the blindfold.
The Prussian laughed. “I didn’t know this felt so… intriguing.”
“You’ll feel more later,” Arthur whispered in his ear, and Gilbert couldn’t restrain a shiver, albeit a pleasant one.
“I can’t wait,” he said. He couldn’t see Arthur’s grin growing wider as the Briton guided him through the doorway and along the small corridor.
“Where are we going?” Gilbert asked, but Arthur only said: “You’ll see.”
Even through the blindfold, Gilbert noticed it become darker when he entered the next room. “What is this?” he asked suspiciously. He heard Arthur laugh behind him.
“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”
“Of course not! I’d just like to know about your… preferences, I guess… is this a cell?”
“Exactly.”
Although he knew that it was just his imagination, Gilbert felt as though the temperature dropped a few degrees when Arthur closed the door behind him. “Arthur?”
He felt the other nation standing behind him, just staring at his back. After a few seconds, when Arthur still didn’t do anything, Gilbert turned around. “What is this? Are you just going to stand there and stare at me? I mean, I know my body’s awesome, but –”
Cutting him off, the other nation suddenly moved forward and pushed Gilbert onto the bench behind him. Gilbert needed a few seconds to maintain his balance, then he grinned. “I see, so this time I’m the prisoner and you’re the evil warden?”
Still, the other nation did not say a word; instead, he merely sat down on Gilbert’s lap.
He’s heavier than I thought he would be… the Prussian mused, when he suddenly felt a hand on his cheek. It was as cold as ice.
“Hey, you –” he started, but was silenced by the other’s lips.
Under the blindfold, his eyes opened wide. It’s not him!
He pulled back from the kiss, leaning against the cold wall, and gasped: “Why are you here?”
“How rude,” Ivan said with a smile. “Aren’t you glad that we’re together again?”
“Why – are – you – here?” Gilbert repeated, stressing each word. “Where’s Arthur?”
“Oh,” Ivan said, stroking the Prussian’s cheek. Gilbert turned his face away, but Ivan wasn’t fazed. “He’s outside, I suppose. He said, he needed to… settle something with you and asked for my help.” He leant his forehead against Gilbert’s and whispered: “I missed you…”
“Well,” Gilbert growled through his teeth, “I didn’t miss you!”
Ivan grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall. “You’re being rude again, Gilbert. I thought, I taught you a lesson back then…”
As Ivan bent over to kiss his neck, Gilbert shouted: “Arthur, you goddamn traitor!”
Arthur, leaning against the door outside, laughed. “Now we’re even, I guess. Be nice, Ivan!”
“Arthur!” Gilbert yelled furiously. “You’ll pay for this, you bitch!”
But Arthur couldn’t hear him anymore – he was walking away with a satisfied grin on his face. Well, he thought, maybe we’re not even after all… He stopped and turned back to look along the corridor. “I’ll be waiting for your revenge, partner…”