HetaChallenge

Goodbye and Thank You! HetaChallenge is Closed.

shuriken7 — Wed, 24 Sep 2014 22:07:37 GMT

Hello everyone,

I am announcing the closure of HetaChallenge. I no longer have time to maintain this site and I am declaring it closed.

I'd like to thank everyone who participated in the past. It was really great to read all of your fanfiction and see the fanart. Hetalia on Livejournal had its hay day and was a wonderful community.

Thank you for the three years with this community.

I'd also like to thank kiramaru7 for helping me maintain this community for the past year or so. I really appreciated all of the help and encouragement. It was wonderful working with you.

Sincerely,
shuriken7

[Mod!Post] Table Completed by Kiramaru7

shuriken7 — Wed, 24 Sep 2014 22:04:12 GMT

Congratulations to kiramaru7 for completing the Angst Table for the claim Prussia!

Here is your banner that you may display wherever you like:

A question of Banners...

kiramaru7 — Fri, 12 Sep 2014 01:52:20 GMT

Hey there! mod-chan here, with a question about banners. Do we owe anyone any banners, like for any of the challenges or for completing one of the tables? I know I need to make myself some, and if I make one, I can easily make 2. So if we do owe you anything, please comment below with what I need to make for you. Thanks!

Table challenge: Prussia, Angst/# 20: Remember

kiramaru7 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:50:40 GMT

Title:Wistful Thinking
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II (mentioned), Germany
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 20; Remember
Word Count: 921
Rating: PG13 for talk of character death
Summary: Prussia remembers Old Fritz…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over & suggesting a title.

Prussia hated remembering because it hurt too much. Even though centuries had passed since Frederick’s death, all it took was something seemingly innocuous and the memories would come flooding in and it would be like he had just lost him all over again. Some days were worse than others, like birthdays and anniversaries, for they would either remind Prussia of a similar incident, or worse yet they would get him thinking as to how much his beloved Fritz would have liked it.

Sighing softly, Prussia changed the channel and reached for his beer. He drank it, recalling all the times, he and Frederick would drink after a hard fought battle, or during one the king’s lavish parties at San Souci, or in one of many taverns and inns along the way from the palace to San Souci. He sighed as he changed the channel back to the show on Frederick’s summer home.

This time when the memories came flooding back, Prussia found himself thinking about how much Frederick loved his little Weinberghäuschen. The king had always referred to his summer palace as his little wine house, especially since it did have a terraced vineyard, but mostly because it was tiny as palaces went by the standards of the day. As he watched the show, Prussia remembered that was the point; to have a small intimate place where Frederick could be alone with his thoughts if he wanted to, not to mention someplace as far from the bullshit of the court as possible.

Prussia smiled as he recalled many happy summers there. Despite Voltaire’s obnoxious presence, he did manage to have plenty of quiet intimate moments with his beloved king. Even when he could not have a minute alone with Frederick, the other guests were fun. Prussia remembered going to concerts given by the king, when the scene, in the show, shifted to a look inside the theater. For a tiny country estate of a palace that only had ten rooms, Frederick had packed a lot of things into it as evidenced by the numerous satellite buildings and rooms that in his day did double duty.

When his brother came into the den to see how he was doing, Prussia was surprised he was not feeling the least bit sad. “I’m fine, West. Why don’t you sit and watch with me? It’s nearly done, but at least you’ll get a glimpse what my summers were like.” He patted the sofa next to him.

Germany sat down. “I remember this show.”

“Yeah?”

Germany nodded. “I watched it with Italy, when we visited Japan last spring. It’s actually a show his people made. It was interesting watching it in Japanese and I least I understood what little German there was.”

Prussia laughed. “Come to think of it, that’s right, it is Japanese. I first saw it last year when we visited America for the World 8 meeting. You were out with Itachen and I was stuck in the hotel room with a headache, and I remember the closing credits had all these Japanese names. Not a bad show from some people who don’t have the same attachment to Old Fritz.”

“Not at all, but I doubt anyone has the same attachment you do, Bruder,” Germany said.

“What can I say? I’m just awesome that way.” Prussia grinned. His expression softening, he said, “You know, I think Fritz would be pleased.”

“Why?”

“Well, you’re taking an interest and not perverting it for your own gain,” he held up a hand, “I know it was our Arschloch boss who did that, still… Oh, fuck it! I don’t want to get into that! Anyway, what I was going to say is, this is the first time, West, I’ve thought about him and the memories didn’t leave a great big gaping hole in my chest. I still miss him like hell, but it doesn’t hurt the way it used to.”

Germany nodded. “Italy says it’s the same with Holy Roman Empire. He still misses him and wishes he was still alive so that I could meet him, but at least the pain’s gone whenever he thinks about him. I guess you’re both healed?”

“Possibly.” Prussia shrugged and drank his beer as the credits for the show scrolled by on the TV. “Whatever it is, I’m just glad it doesn’t hurt to remember him.” He patted his brother on the knee. “I think I’m going to get out my diaries from that time and read them again.”

“You sure that’s wise, Bruder?”

Prussia thought it over. “Yeah. Fritz’s life was hard in the beginning, hell, so was mine, but look at how awesome I turned out,” he smirked.”Fritz did too. You know if you ever want to read them, you can.”

“Thanks, Bruder.”

“Stop fretting, West. I’ll be fine. I survived being separated from you and living in Russia’s house, so a few bittersweet memories aren’t going to kill me.” Prussia grabbed his beer and stood up to go downstairs to his room.

“Okay…”

Prussia grinned and said, “Later, West.” He left the room. He’s a good kid, Fritz; you’d have liked him… He’s a serious lil thing like you, now if only I could get him to relax… Wish you were here to teach him how to play the flute…

Lost in his memories, Prussia headed downstairs to his room. Once there, he grabbed a diary and began reading about when he first met Frederick the Great. Those were some happy and not so happy times, eh, Fritz…?

Table challenge: Prussia, Angst/#19: Get Out

kiramaru7 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:44:01 GMT

Title:A Lover’s Quarrel
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 19; Get Out
Word Count: 666
Rating: PG13 for implied naughtiness
Summary: Fritz and Prussia have a lover’s quarrel…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.

“Get out!” Frederick roared when Prussia tried to enter his private quarters at San Souci.”I’m done talking to you, Beilschmidt!” He glared at Prussia.

“I’m sorry, Fritz, but we need to talk,” Prussia said. “I know it looks bad, but I wasn’t doing anything with her, other than talking to her. Fräulein Elizabeta is an old friend of mine.”

“You smuggled a woman in here! You know how I feel about having women here!”

“I asked an old friend to come visit me. It’s not my fault she showed up, wearing breeches. She likes to dress like a man, Fritz, hell, she’s been doing that as long as I’ve known her, and I’ve known her since we were kids! She can be so manly; at times I even forget she’s a woman!” Prussia’s temper was starting to get the better of him.

“Dummkopf!! How can you be so stupid as to not know the difference between men and women, Beilschmidt?! Besides, she’s the enemy! In case you’ve forgotten Hungary is Austria’s ally, not ours! She has no business being here in Prussia!”

“I know, as she’s told that me too.” Ignoring Frederick’s insult, Prussia took a deep breath. Holding it, he counted to ten in his head, before letting it slowly out. He continued more calmly, “I told you before she’s an old friend of mine and married to an Austrian of all things, and if I remember correctly, Your Majesty, you were all for a marriage to Maria Theresa. That aside, she wanted to know if we were going to give Silesia back. If you must know I told her, ‘hell no!’ Then she turned, got on her horse, and left. I never brought her inside, showed her around the grounds, which she would have loved by the way, or anything! I didn’t kiss her, or hold her, or tumble in the hay with her, although to be honest with you, there was a time I would have jumped at the chance to do so. I consider myself lucky I was just kissed on the cheek, instead of whacked upside the head.”

Frederick looked as though he did not believe a word Prussia was saying. The king folded his arms across his chest and glared at his former tutor and friend, who was now his lover.

“I swear on all I hold dear, Fritz, I was not dallying with that woman behind your back. I told you she’s married.”

“So am I,” Frederick said.

“I know, but I also know the last time you slept with your wife was when you married her. That was how many years ago?”

“Too many.”

Prussia nodded.”So if I tell you nothing happened, nothing did. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, and quite a few choice ones by your father, but liar isn’t one of them.” He sighed. “And that’s all I have to say, Your Majesty.” Prussia turned on his heel to go. He had taken a few steps, when Frederick called out to him.

“Wait.”

Prussia obediently stopped. “Yes, Your Majesty?” He turned to face him.

Frederick frowned. He looked away and back at Prussia, unable to stay mad at him. “I’m sorry, Gilbert,” he said giving his beloved’s name a French lilt. “Please don’t go.”

“Yeah, well, me too, Fritz.” Prussia smiled shyly. “Although, next time, if you have a problem, talk to me about it. Don’t yell, just talk, the way I tried to talk to you about Voltaire.” Prussia, unable to help himself, made a face.

“Aaah… Voltaire. I had forgotten how much you like him,” Frederick chuckled. “And speaking of him, he’s coming to visit next week for the summer.”

“Oh…” Prussia looked about as happy as he sounded.

“Until then, how about I show you how much I love and appreciate you?” Frederick wrapped his arms around Prussia, pulling him close.

“Sounds like a plan…”

“Indeed...” Frederick murmured against his beloved’s lips, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

Table challenge: Prussia, Angst/#18: Drunk

kiramaru7 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:38:27 GMT

Title:Nothing Happened, I Swear!
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 18: Drunk
Word Count: 666
Rating: M
Summary: Prussia & Frederick wake up naked and in bed after a night of hard drinking...
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.

“Nothing happened, I swear, Fritz!” Prussia said when his beloved glared at him. “We were both drunk last night and how we managed to stumble in here without killing ourselves is amazing!”

“Gilbert, please don’t shout.” Frederick sighed. “While I’m inclined to believe you about getting drunk as I have the headache to prove it, it doesn’t explain why we ended up naked in bed.”

“Sorry, Fritz,” Prussia said softly as he got out of bed. “Since I woke up before you, I was going to see what they have for breakfast, that’s if I can find my clothes.” He walked over to the washbasin, poured a bit of cool water from the pitcher next to it in his hand and drank it. He repeated it a few times, before pouring some water in the basin and splashing it one his face. “You want some water?”

Frederick nodded. “You still haven’t explained why we’re naked,” he said dryly.

“I know why I can’t find my clothes!” Prussia grinned. “You got sick all over us and the guy, that helped me carry you up here, took them to be cleaned.”

Frederick sighed. “You know it’s going to be awhile before we get them back, Gilbert.”

“Oh…” Prussia padded over to the door and opened it, heedless of Frederick’s protests. Spotting a maid in the hallway, he called her over to him.

“Morning, Milord. Fancying a bit of something besides buggery, hunh?” she said saucily.

Prussia blushed, and moved to cover himself with the door. “Uh, no… But I was wondering if you could bring us something simple to eat for breakfast and pitcher of water. Please?”

“Of course and if Milord fancies some pussy, I could use a bit of extra coin.”

“He doesn’t” Frederick called out. When the girl left and Prussia closed the door, he said, “What is it with you and the ladies, Gilbert?”

“Jealous, Your Highness?” Prussia smirked.

Frederick threw a pillow at him in reply. “Seriously, we need to find some clothes, or they’re going to think we’re a couple of debauched buggers.”

Prussia laughed. “We are a couple of buggers, not so sure about the debauched part, then again, you were very amorous last night…” he grinned, “Until your head hit the pillow.”

Frederick made a little sound of disgust.

“Seriously, Fritz, we were willing, but aside from a few sloppy kisses, you were asleep before I blew out the candle.”

“Then why is my…” Frederick blushed.

“Your arse is sore from riding all day and sitting on that hard bench by the fire until we dragged our sorry arses up here for the night. To be honest with you, mine is too, and for the same reasons.”

When the girl returned with their breakfast, she knocked on the door. Prussia scurried over to grab a pillow to fig leaf himself with. “Enter.”

She brought in a tray laden with bread and jams, and a pitch of water, which she set down on the table in the far corner. Loosening the ties on her bodice, she exposed her ample bosom as she came over to them and lifted her skirts, giving them an eyeful.

“Uh, maybe later, Fräulein?” Prussia, feeling his cheeks heating up, dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

Giggling as she dropped her skirts, the girl quickly fixed her clothing. “If you say so, Milord,” she said as she left.

“You do realize, Gilbert, that within minutes, everyone is going to know that we’re a couple of buggers.”

“Not if we invite her back after breakfast for a tumble in the sheets.”

“And what if we catch something?”

“It won’t be the first time, nor will it be the last.”

“Don’t be disgusting!”

“Can’t help it, Fritz.”

Prussia got up and brought the tray over to the bed, where they ate, while trying to figure out how to get the clothes back. Until then, they were determined to forget about last night and make the best of things.

Table challenge: Prussia, Angst/#17: Isolation

kiramaru7 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:30:18 GMT

Title: Looking Out For Fritz
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 17: Isolation
Word Count: 398
Rating: M
Summary: Prussia is concerned about the young Crown Prince’s wellbeing…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.

Prussia, after about a week of being in the young Crown Prince’s presence, noticed that Frederick seemed to be isolated from everyone, except for time spent with him and the young Crown Prince’s sister Wilhelmine. He could understand part of it, as Frederick William was a real bastard in Prussia’s humble opinion, who took a perverse delight in being extremely abusive to the heir to his thrown, not that the king treated anyone else any better. Prussia, deeming Frederick’s younger brothers too young to be playmates, and fearing his sisters would just bolster his father’s opinion that he was effeminate, tried getting Frederick to be friends with some of the children of the nobles at court, with disastrous results.

“Monsieur Beilschmidt, why does everyone hate me?” Frederick wailed in French.

Prussia, who only spoke German, had no idea what the Crown Prince had said beyond thinking he had heard his name. “Please, Fritzchen,” he said softly as he tried to comfort him. “In German, I can’t understand you if you speak French.”

“Herr Beilschmidt, why does everyone hate me?”

“No one hates you, Fritzchen,” Prussia soothed.

“Yes, they do! My father’s always hitting me and yelling at me and making me do things I don’t want to do! I hate my little army! And the guns and the canons and the noise and the smell and I-I-” Frederick drew in a ragged breath as he choked back a sob. “I HATE IT!”

“What if I schedule your lessons then? Then you won’t have to be around it, cuz you’ll be busy?” Prussia offered. He hated seeing Frederick cry, especially after he had witnessed one of the king’s tirades.

Frederick’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “No! Then my father will be mad at you too!”

“So let him be mad at me, Fritz. I’m not afraid of him.” Prussia smiled.

“You should be,” Frederick said softly. “My father hits hard.”

Sighing softly, Prussia gave his young charge a hug. He had no doubt that Frederick William could hit hard, what sickened him was that the king would strike his children as hard as he would his adult ministers whenever they displeased him. Prussia wondered if would be better just to keep the Crown Prince isolated for the time being, until he figured out a way to keep him safe from the brunt of the king’s outbursts.

Table challenge: Prussia, Angst/#16: Secret

kiramaru7 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:17:53 GMT

Title: I’ve Got a Secret
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 16: Secret
Word Count: 398
Rating: M
Summary: Prussia has a secret…
Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.

“Fritz?” Prussia said as they walked through the palace grounds of the Crown Prince’s home in Rheinsburg. The two stopped to admire the view of the Rhin. The river’s waters were as smooth as glass and the view in general was spectacular. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Gilbert,” he said, giving his friend’s name a French lilt. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, for one thing, you’ve only been married a month and already I’m invited to come see your new home and for another, you’re barely civil to your wife. You two have a fight or something?”

Frederick sighed. “It’s no secret I don’t particularly like her, Gilbert.” He held up his hand, silencing Prussia’s objections. “I know she’s sweet and charming, and no, she really isn’t a harpy,” he added at the look on his friend’s face. “But she’s my father’s choice, not mine.”

“Like you’d be any happier with the Austrian bitch,” Prussia smirked.

Frederick grinned. “At least with her, I’d have a chance of being Holy Roman Emperor along with being King of Prussia. Just think of the size of my future kingdom.”

Prussia nodded. “True, but you know what they say about Maria Theresa.”

That piqued the Crown Prince’s interest. “What?”

“That she wears breeches under her petticoats and likes to ride her husband like a war stallion in bed.”

Frederick laughed. “If she can get him to stand at attention,” he grabbed his crotch, “then I see no reason why she shouldn’t do all the work.”

“Let me let you in on a lil secret, Fritz.”

“What?”

“It’s more fun when a woman lies back and spreads her thighs, and lets you pound away at her.” Prussia winked. Although, he only had limited experience in that area and was merely repeating what he had heard.

“Not my wife!” The crown prince laughed. “I swear, Gilbert, on my wedding night, it was like bedding a nun! She started to cry when I lifted her nightgown to have a look and nearly fainted when I took off my shirt and opened my breeches.” He made a little sound of disgust.

“Not like those Polish whores, hunh?”

Frederick chuckled. “Yeah.” He sighed softly as his expression darkened. “Is this why men have mistresses? Or prefer the company of men like my brother, Henry?”

“Possibly…” Prussia replied, wondering where this was headed.

Frederick shrugged. “You want to go riding?” he said, changing the subject.

“Riding what?” Prussia grinned as the Crown Prince rolled his eyes.

“Anything but my wife,” Frederick said. He sighed and before Prussia could ask what was wrong, he added somewhat petulantly, “You know, when and if I ever become king, I think I’d like a nice little palace of my own, far from court, and more importantly, a place where my future queen isn’t invited unless I say so.”

“Things are that bad between you?” Prussia said.

Frederick shrugged again.

“I’m sorry, Fritz, but I doubt if your choice would have been any better.”

“I know, I just…” He sighed. Forcing a smile on his face, Frederick said, “At least I’m away from my father.”

“That’s true.” They began walking down to the banks of Rhin in companionable silence, until Prussia broke it. “Fritz?’

“Yeah?”

“I have a secret to tell you a-and it’s going to sound a bit crazy, but I want you to hear me out, okay?”

“What is it, Gilbert?’ Fear at losing his friend clearly written on his face. Frederick had very few friends and each one was precious to him, unless they had had a falling out. “I know you don’t like Voltaire…”

“It has nothing to do with Voltaire, Fritz, and everything to do with me.”

“What do you mean?” Frederick abruptly stopped walking.

Prussia, a few paces ahead, paused as well. He turned to face him and said, “Relax, Fritz, it’s nothing bad. It’s just…” Prussia frowned as he tried to figure out how to put it. “I’m not what you think I am,” he finally said.

“Hunh?” Frederick also frowned. “What do you mean, Gilbert?”

“Think about it, I haven’t changed a bit in all the years you’ve known me, right? Remember how I became your tutor? That was what? Some twenty years ago?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, I really only came into my own when your father took the throne and Fritz…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I looked pretty much the same as I do now.”

“That’s impossible, Gilbert!” Frederick shook his head. “I know you’re a good story teller, but please, I’m not a child anymore.”

“I’m serious, Fritz. The reason I look the way I do, is cuz, I’m not really a man.”

Frederick snorted. “I’ve seen you without your clothes, and you can’t tell me you’e a woman, Gilbert!” He laughed.

“Those Polish whores again,” Prussia chuckled. “Honestly, while I look like a man, act like a man, and what have you, I’m really the spirit of the land and its people. Well, maybe the masculine half and my sister the feminine, but that’s all I am. And sadly Fritz, while you’ll grow older, I won’t.”

“Really…?”

Prussia nodded. “I kinda popped into being when the Teutonic Knights formed and settled in the area. I only really became Prussia when the area became a duchy.”

“So you’re not really Gilbert Beilschmidt?” Frederick frowned. He felt somewhat hurt as well as he felt he had been lied to.

“No, I’m still Gilbert Beilschmidt, that’s what I’ll be to men and women like yourself, but to others of my kind, I’m Prussia.”

“There are more like you?”

Prussia nodded. “You’ve met Poland, remember when we went to Poland and met the whores at the party?”

“Poland’s a whore?”

“No…”

“Then who was he or she?”

“He was that rather strange man you thought was drunk.”

“Oh good Lord! Not the one who wanted to see my cock and then asked if I’d like to suck his?!” Frederick’s eyes went wide when the memory hit him.

“That’s him.” Prussia chuckled.

“Amazing… Does anyone else know?”

“No, we tend to reveal ourselves only to our bosses.”

“So my father knows?”

“Maybe I should have made that clearer. We only reveal ourselves to those bosses we like or know can handle the information.”

“Oh…”

“And, Fritz.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s still a secret. I mean you can tell Voltaire for all I care, but he’s not going to believe and most people will probably think you’re mad for insisting I’m Prussia rather than your humble friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt.”

“Wait a minute… I’m only the crown prince, unless you know something I don’t?”

“If you’re asking if you’re father’s still alive, then yes, that bastard’s still alive and kicking.” Prussia sighed. “I’m only telling you now cuz when the time comes, I hope I can still remain by your side and help you be a good king and a better man.”

Frederick smiled. Clapping his friend on the shoulder, he said, “You’ll always be my friend, Gilbert, or should I say ‘Prussia’?” Perhaps if I humor him, he’ll eventually tell me it was all just a prank he was playing, to get me to spend less time with him and more with my wife…

“Gilbert’s fine. In fact, you probably should always refer to me as such, as you don’t want people wondering if you’re,” he flicked the Crown Prince on his forehead, “touched in the head.” You don’t believe me, do you, Fritz…? Oh well… maybe when you’re older, you will, when it finally sinks in that I haven’t aged one bit…

“Okay,” Frederick laughed. “Come, let’s go riding!”

“Sure and, Fritz?”

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s a lot to think about, but you can always come to me if something’s troubling you.”

“I know, and I’m grateful for it, Gilbert, but right now, I want to enjoy a pleasant afternoon, riding, with my friend.”

“Fair enough,” Prussia said as the two of them headed back up the river bank and towards the stables.

Bingo! Challenge (kira) COMPLETED for a Blackout Bingo

kiramaru7 — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 03:47:18 GMT

Title: Santa’s Little Helper
Characters: Sweden, Finland, Sealand, Hana-Tomago
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Rating: PG13
Summary: Finland has his annual Christmas meltdown, only to have Sweden come to the rescue…

For Jen with love…

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas… Sweden thought as he looked out the window. Sealand was outside, playing in the snow with Hana-Tomago. And sound like it too… he thought when he heard a loud crash. “Wife, are you alright?” He turned to see what happened.

Finland sighed as he surveyed the damage. Luckily the wooden toys were okay, but he was still annoyed at having to pick them up. “Yes! And stop calling me that!” he said testily. As it got closer to Christmas, he became more and more agitated. Since he was one of Santa’s many helpers, Finland took that responsibility seriously and as a result, his nerves were frayed.

Sweden said nothing; instead, he calmly helped Finland pick up the toys. Taking the box, they were in before his beloved dropped them; he brought them over to the kitchen table. Finland, meanwhile, went and got the wrapping paper, bows, and tape. The two of them quietly set to work wrapping this batch of toys. When they were finished, Finland went and got a basket full of dolls that in turn were wrapped. That was followed by other toys and presents like books, sweaters, socks, electronics, and the like. Sweden raised an eyebrow as he finished wrapping the last present.

“I figured we could wrap the more adult stuff when Sealand goes to bed,” Finland answered his unspoken question.

“Okay. Break time?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight.”

“Thanks, Sve.” Finland smiled as the current wave of anxiety passed. “Do you think we could have those meatballs I like for dinner?” He got up to clear the table.

“Sure.” Sweden also got up, and instead of helping Finland; he walked into the pantry and put on an apron. While there, he grabbed a large mixing bowl. Bringing it back into the kitchen, he put it on the counter. Sweden puttered around the kitchen getting the ingredients to make meatballs.

Finland came back and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat, watching his beloved cook. He inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of frying onions. It wasn’t long before that scent was replaced by the meatballs themselves being fried. When they were ready, he watched as Sweden placed them into a baking dish, before adding some chicken stock and covering the dish.

Sealand came in from playing just as Sweden was putting the meatballs into the oven. While he finished making dinner, Finland tended to the younger country. After being semi-adopted by Sweden, Sealand spent a lot of time with them, not that Finland minded. Somehow, with the addition of Sealand, their family felt complete. It was especially nice over the holidays and Finland had grown to look forward to having both Sweden and Sealand welcome him home Christmas morning, with a cup of hot chocolate. That led to unwanted thoughts about all the work he still needed to do, until Sweden and Sealand hugged him. Then everything was fine again and he could not wait for Christmas…

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 03:43:31 GMT

Title: Romano’s Christmas Joy
Characters: Spain, Romano
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Last Christmas
Rating: PG13 for Romano’s potty mouth
Summary: Romano wonders if taking care of a sick Spain is better than last year’s party…

For Jen with love…

Romano thought about last Christmas and sighed. He did not know what was worse; this one with Spain sick in bed, or last year’s with Feli and all their friends. While having his brother visit during the holidays was nice in theory, in practice it meant the potato bastard would be there, along with his brother the albino bastard, and naturally the pervert bastard could not be left out… The whole thing was threatening to make Romano’s head explode.

He angrily stirred the minestrone soup, while grumbling to himself in Italian. As bad as last year was, Romano was starting to feel that the noisy idiots and all the fussing and entertaining was preferable to the quiet, non-holiday feel to the day. Near quiet… he corrected himself when he heard Spain sputtering and coughing from the living room. Getting a tasting spoon form the drawer, Romano dipped it into the soup. Bringing it to his lips, he sipped it. Perfetto! Now to get Tomato-bastard some…

Getting a bowl from the cupboard, Romano placed it on a tray with a chunk of home baked Italian bread and a spoon. Bringing the tray over to the stove, he filled the bowl with the soup. A bit of freshly grated parmigiana cheese on top later, Romano brought the tray over to his sick friend. This was actually nothing new to either of them, Romano having nursed him back to health during Spain’s pirating days, as well as during wartime and natural disasters. It was what they did for each other.

“Eat up, Tomato-bastard,” Romano said gruffly as he placed the tray on his friend and lover’s lap.

“Gracias,” Spain said; his voice soft and raspy from his cold. He sipped the soup, the warmth soothing his sore throat, and smiled. “It’s good.”

“Grazie. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get myself some.” Romano turned and started to go.

“Wait, I’m not that sick that I need lay here like an invalid.”

Romano sighed. “Fine, but you do know that it’s almost Christmas Eve and if you’re still fucking sick, we can’t go to church?”

Spain nodded. “I feel fine, I still have a bit of a sore throat, but my fever’s gone and…” He coughed,

“Idiota! You stay right the hell where you are and I’ll be back with a fucking tray!” Romano swore, before storming off. He refused to believe he was also getting sick, because if he was, then Christmas would be ruined. Feli would hurry over, potato bastard in tow along with the albino bastard and everyone else. The last thing Romano wanted was a repeat of last year. He sneezed just as Spain entered the kitchen.

“Awe… is my Pequeño Tomate getting sick too?” Spain hugged him from behind.

“If I am, it’s all your fucking fault!” Romano huffed.

“Sorry…”

Romano grumbled softly in Italian. Maybe having Spain look after him was not so bad after all. It would certainly make up for a repeat of last Christmas.

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 03:34:46 GMT

Title: A Special Present
Characters: Spain, Romano
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus
Rating: PG13 for Romano’s potty mouth
Summary: Spain proposes to Romano on Christmas…

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus… Romano thought as he stared at the ring on his finger. He shyly looked up at Spain, the faintest of smiles quickly becoming a scowl as a delicate blush spread across his cheeks. It was simple gold band that looked more like a wedding band than an engagement ring, not that Romano cared.

“Did you see the little tomatoes?” Spain asked.

“Hunh?” Romano scowled and tried to pull his hand away, when Spain took it. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Let me show you…” Spain held up his beloved’s hand and pointed to the designs etched onto the surface of the ring.

Romano, finally freeing his hand, brought it closer to his face. What looked like repeating motifs was actually a row of little tomatoes.”You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

Romano rolled his eyes. “Cuz I’m the only fucking one who’ll put up with your bullshit.”

“Yeah?” Spain felt a bit hurt and it showed.

“God damn it, Spain! Don’t cry on me!”

Spain sniffled. “I can’t help it.”

Romano said softly, “I really do wanna get married.”

“Yeah?” Spain blinked back his tears.

Romano nodded. “Yeah… But I fucking want a small wedding, just you, me, Feli, that stupid potato-bastard of his, and your asshole friends. You know; the pervert and the fucking albino.”

Spain chuckled. “Okay.”

“You do know we can’t fucking get married in a church.”

“I know.” It was the one thing that bothered him about proposing to Romano. It really hurt that they couldn’t even get a special dispensation like Austria and Hungary did, because Austria was a Jew. Then he remembered the reason he could not get one when he got married to Austria as he was a man. Spain chuckled at his friends’ reactions to that union, recalling that Prussia found the whole thing hilarious.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, other than I had been married before.”

“The strudel-bastard…”

“It’s not that I have any regrets about it, other than I couldn’t get married in a church.”

Romano made a little sound of disgust. “You were Muslim at one time, just like I was, so who the fuck gives a shit about a church wedding with some bastard priest?!”

“You’re right.”

“You’d better fucking believe it! We’ll just say our stupid vows under the stars. The idiots we’re inviting can be a witness to it.”

“When do you want to get married?”

“As soon as fucking possible! I don’t want you backing out or something!” Romano groused. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at his beloved.

Spain smiled. “Well, today’s Christmas and Sunday’s New Year’s Eve… “

“Let’s fucking get married on Wednesday, okay? That’ll give the idiots enough time to get here and get us something good from all the sales.”

Spain laughed. “Wednesday it is!”

And that was how Romano found himself exchanging vows with Spain under the stars, while family and friends looked on.

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kiramaru7 — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 03:30:16 GMT

Title: Getting Ready
Characters: Prussia, Austria
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Hanukah Oh Hanukah
Rating: PG13
Summary: Prussia helps Austria get ready for his Hanukah party…

“Tell me again why I’m standing here peeling enough potatoes to feed Fritz’s army for a week?” Prussia grumbled.

“It’s not that many potatoes.” Austria sighed. “Besides, you promised to help me.”

“I didn’t promise you shit!” Prussia said when it hit him. “Oh…”

“Yeah, and she’s going to hold you to that promise.”

“Oh…”

Austria nodded. “It’s not my fault, Prussia; you tend to think with your balls and not with your head when it comes to her.”

Prussia felt his cheeks heating up. What made it worse was Austria had a point. He did tend to do as Hungary asked simply because he liked her… a lot. He sighed softly, swallowing the angry retort he was going to hurl at his friend and rival. “Damned aristocrat!” he muttered under his breath.

“I heard that.”

Prussia glared at him.

“Anyway, are you finished peeling those yet?”

“Yeah.” Prussia brought over a large pot filled with cool salt water and potatoes, after throwing the peels out and wiping the counter.

“Thanks.” Austria took a potato and dropped it into the food processor’s chute. The whirling blade quickly shredded the potato. “And thanks for the food processor,” Austria said as he added another potato.

“You’re welcome, Specs.”

“It’ll make this go a lot faster… Can you cut those potatoes in half the long way? I also need you to peel a couple of onions and cut them in quarters.”

Prussia nodded. He took a knife from the drawer, and grabbing a cutting board, he did as he was bidden. Between the two of them, the made short work of shredding the potatoes and onions. It was not long before Austria had a pot full of the potato mixture. Adding some pepper and more salt, Austria also added a touch of garlic powder.

“It makes them taste better.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Prussia walked over to the fridge. “How many eggs do you want?”

Austria thought for a minute. “Four should be good and I need the flour too.” He mixed everything together in the large pot, using his hands to get to the bottom.

Meanwhile Prussia got out the old cast-iron skillet. He chuckled softly to himself, recalling all the times he and France had been on the receiving of a whack to the head with it. Prussia placed it on the stove and heated it up. After a few minutes, he added some olive oil. “Specs, I think the oil’s ready.”

“Okay,” Austria said. Taking a bit of the potato mixture, he shaped it into a small pancake & dropped it in the oil. In that manner they made latkas for the party, letting them drain on a tea towel, before putting them on a platter.

“It’s starting to smell like Hanukah.”

“Yeah. Thanks for your help.”

“You’re welcome. So when can I eat them?”

“Not until the party.”

“Damn…”

Austria sniffed. “Everyone should be arriving soon.”

“Good, cuz I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“But your latkas are good.”

“Indeed…”

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 03:17:35 GMT

Title: The Partridge in a Pear Tree Challenge
Characters: Prussia, Hungary
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: The 12 Days of Christmas
Rating: PG
Summary: Prussia and Hungary celebrate the holidays by playing an old game of theirs…

Hungary opened the present Prussia handed her. Inside were five “gold” kids’ rings and a picture of the four bird whistles he had given her yesterday along with pictures of the other three gifts from the previous days. She laughed. “Thanks, Gil,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He blushed, the color a stark contrast on his normally pale cheeks. “You’re welcome. You sure you like it, Lizzie?”

“I love it, Gil. It’s very creative.” Hungary smiled. Putting his gift aside, she stood and went over to the little tree that stood on a card table in the corner of her living room. Hungary took a small wrapped present from under it. Bringing it back, she handed it to Prussia. “Merry Christmas.”

“Thanks.” Prussia opened it. Inside he found five “rings” made from construction paper and covered in gold glitter, along with four fake birds from the craft store, three tiny chickens made out of clay, a picture of a pair of doves, and a drawing of a partridge in a pear tree. He laughed. “Well done, Lizzie.”

“You’re welcome and thank you.”

They laughed. The “partridge in a pear tree challenge”, as they liked to call it, stemmed from the time when they were both living in Russia’s house. Since neither one of them had much money at the time, but wanting to carry on the tradition of gift giving, they had taken to giving each other, small token gifts that were usually handmade, or of the cheap trinket variety. It was a fun game they played with each other now, since both had the funds for proper presents. They considered the other’s reactions to the gifts priceless.

Prussia and Hungary continued their gift giving until they reached the last night. As he gave her the last of their gifts, Hungary noticed that Prussia’s smirk seemed somewhat forced, as if he was unsure about something. She dismissed it as nothing, however, when he urged her to open her gift.

“Okay, okay! I’ll open it,” she said. Hungary ripped the paper off and opened the box. Inside was a dozen windup bears with little drums, another CD of bagpipe music, eight plastic cows, but something appeared to be off. It took Hungary a few minutes to realize what it was. “Uh, Prussia, there’s only four rings in here.” She laughed. “They run out of rings at the party store?”

Prussia shook his head.

“What? You lose it when you were wrapping this?”

He shook his head again.

Hungary looked in the box again. She carefully pushed its contents around, looking for the missing ring. Unable to find it, even after taking everything out and putting it back in, she still came up a ring short. “Prussia?”

“Yeah?” he said, his smirk melting into a shy smile.

“I still can’t… never mind,” she said with a smile.

“Are you looking for this?” Prussia said. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a ring.

“Yeah…”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Awesomeness!”

They kissed.

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kiramaru7 — Tue, 05 Aug 2014 19:54:58 GMT

Title: The Christmas Party
Characters: FACE family (France, America, Canada, England)
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: FREE SPACE (Christmas party)
Rating: G
Summary: Human AU, Francis and Arthur have a Christmas party for their kids, Alfred and Mathew…

For pandas002 with love…

Francis put the finishing touches on the tree, while Arthur was upstairs, getting the children ready for the Christmas party. They had invited some of Alfred’s and Mathew’s friends from school and it would not be long before they started to arrive. He breezed into the kitchen to check on the cupcakes he made. Judging they were cool enough, he frosted them and added sprinkles.

Taking out the punch bowl, Francis made mock champagne punch for the kids to drink. He also made a bowl of “Chex mix” for Alfred and Arthur, who claimed to hate the stuff, but ate more than his fair share of it much to Francis’ amusement. He took out some bags of chips, and pretzels, and poured each into a bowl. When he was finished, Francis brought everything into the living room and set it out on the card table next to the Christmas tree.

“Hey, Papa! When’s everyone getting here?!” Alfred cried as he came barreling down the stairs.

His younger brother Mathew followed at a more sedate pace. “Did the party start yet, Papa?” he said softly.

“Soon, Alfred and I think so,” Francis looked up and saw his life-partner coming down the stairs. He gave him a questioning look, and getting a curt nod in reply, Francis said, “Yes, Mattie, it’s started.”

“Yippee!!” Alfred cried. “Come on, Mattie, let’s get some punch!” He dragged his brother over to the refreshment table.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang and the first of their guests began arriving and it was not long before they were all there. While Francis and Arthur took turns refilling the refreshments and riding herd on a bunch of seven to nine year olds, Alfred, ever the social butterfly, played with his guests. The boys had fun, playing “war” with Alfred, Heracles, and Sadiq being the good guys, and Gilbert, his younger brother Ludwig, and their cousin Roderich as the bad guys. Mathew, however, played quietly in the corner with Ivan, who was one of Alfred’s classmates.

Arthur, who had a headache from all the noise, could not believe there was a child who was even louder than Alfred. He was rubbing tiredly at his forehead, when Francis came to the rescue.

“Okay, boys!” Francis waited to get everyone’s attention. “Who wants some cake?”

“ME!!”

Francis ushered the boys into the kitchen, while Arthur got out the paper plates and plastic forks. The Christmas cake, Francis had made, was cut, handed out, and declared “the best cake ever!” Afterwards, Arthur handed out Christmas crackers and the boys had fun pulling them open and scrambling for the little trinkets that were inside. Francis and Arthur organized a few games and the time went quickly as before they knew it, it was time to go home.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Bye!!”

Alfred and Mathew waved as their friends left. Tired, they flopped down on the sofa with Arthur, who read them a story, while Francis tidied up; pleased the party was a success.

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kiramaru7 — Tue, 05 Aug 2014 19:51:10 GMT

Title: Of Love and Latkas
Characters: HRE/Chibitalia, Hungary & Austria
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Latkas
Rating: G
Summary: Austria makes some latkas and HRE and Chibitalia are happy…

For Vexed with love…

Austria, having finished peeling and grating the potatoes, wiped his hands. Since this was one chore he did not trust Hungary or Chibitalia to do properly, they free to do whatever they wanted as long as their other work was finished. After mixing the grated potatoes with eggs, a bit of flour, salt, and pepper, he heated some oil in a pan. When the oil was hot enough, he made flat little patties out of the potato mixture and carefully placed each one in the oil. Austria then washed his hands and tended to the frying latkas. When that batch was done, he removed them, placing them on a towel to drain off the oil, and started again. It was not long before the smell began to waft through the house.

Chibitalia was drawing Holy Roman Empire, paused and took a deep breath. Her mouth watering, she let out a soft “hmmmm…” as she exhaled. It smelled really good, and being perpetually hungry, Chibitalia could not wait for Austria to share the latkas. It was the one time of year she was able to eat her fill. She sighed happily, thinking about all the potato pancakes she was going to eat for dinner.

Holy Roman Empire felt his cheeks heating up. Chibitalia’s sighs reminded him of the noises he had heard coming from behind the closed door to Austria’s room. Thanks to a rather earthy explanation form Prussia, he now knew what Austria and Hungary had been up to. It did puzzle him that his beloved Chibitalia was making the same kind of sounds, especially since she was just sitting there, sketching him. When his thoughts began to take on a naughty edge, he blushed profusely, and getting flustered, he sputtered wordlessly.

That drew Chibitalia’s attention. “Are you alright, Holy Roma?” she said as she looked up from her drawing. Setting it aside, she quickly added, “I’m sorry, I made you sit so long! If you have a cramp, let me know, Holy Roma and I’ll rub it out for you!” She got up, closing the distance between them.

“No, no, no!!” Holy Roman Empire finally squeaked out when she touched him. “I-I-I’m fine.”

Chibitalia giggled. “Are you sure?” She poked him in the stomach. “My belly hurts and gets crampy whenever I’m hungry. Are you hungry? Should we go see if Signor Austria has finished making the potato pancakes? I wish he knew how to make gnocchi; they’re so yummy!” She smiled at him.

Holy Roman Empire found himself smiling back. He had no idea what “gnocchi” was, not that he cared, if it made her happy, then it must be good. He sighed softly.

“I knew you’d like them!” Chibitalia cried. “We should make them for dinner one night.”

Just then, Hungary entered the parlor. She tried not to giggle at them. “Come, they’re ready.”

“Yay!” Grabbing Holy Roman Empire’s hand, Chibitalia lead him to the kitchen and the savory treat, where they ate until they were full.

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kiramaru7 — Tue, 05 Aug 2014 19:36:49 GMT

Title: We Wish You a Tacky Christmas
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Up on the rooftop
Rating: G
Summary: The German brothers decorate their place for Christmas...
Author’s note: Taken from Wikipedia; The Association of German Chambers of Industry and Commerce (German: Deutscher Industrie- und Handelskammertag) or DIHK, is a German “Chamber” similar to an English Guild, but is required under law & provides the political influence of a Trade Union. This organization was formerly known as the 'Deutscher Industrie- und Handelstag or 'DIHT.' If I understood this correctly, it functions much like an American city’s Chamber of Commerce.

For Moonlight-Draco with love…

The German brothers were up on the roof, setting out the plastic Santa and reindeer that America had sent them after Prussia had told him his Christmas decorations were awesome. They had also strung several strands of outdoor lights along the roof’s edge. Down in the front yard, plastic snowmen sat on real snow amid the equally plastic carolers and reindeer, and the giant blowup Hanukah bear which was a nod to their cousin Austria. While their display was not as over the top as America’s usually was, it was still a yard full of decorations.

Prussia stood up and looked down at the front yard. He laughed, thinking the place looked awesome in its tackiness. “You’ve gotta see this, West!”

Germany looked up from where he was working. “What do you want?”

“You’ve gotta see this, West!” Prussia repeated.

“I’m busy, Prussia,” he said. He went back to securing the Santa to the roof, and making sure the electric cord was connected to the one for the lights.

“It’ll only take a sec, West!”

Germany sighed. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you, until I do, hunh?”

“Nope,” Prussia smirked. “Come on, West! It’s awesome!”

Grumbling softly, Germany got up and carefully walked over to his brother. “What?”

“Look,” Prussia said with a wave of his hand.

Germany gazed at the yard. “Damn!” he groaned. “It looks awful.”

“Awful?! What are you kidding me?! It’s the most awesome bit of American tackiness and excess the world’s ever seen outside of America’s house.” Prussia smirked.

“It looks terrible, Prussia.”

“That’s the beauty of it, West!”

“Hunh?” Germany frowned.

“It’s so tacky and terrible, people’ll come see it.”

“And this is a good thing, how?” Germany said.

“The DIHK is having a competition to see who has the best decorated house to celebrate the ten year anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, and there’s a €50 prize too. I thought maybe if we won, we could donate the prize money to charity or something.”

“Going to the biergarten doesn’t count as donating it to charity, Prussia.” Germany folded his arms across his chest and gave his brother his best no-nonsense stare. “Besides, if it’s so terrible, what makes you think we’ll win?”

“Dunno…” Prussia shrugged. “But it’s worth a shot, right?” He grinned. “Come on, West, let’s enter! You know you wanna.”

Germany sighed. “What do we have to do to enter?” he said, thinking he was going to end up regretting this.

“I got the paperwork on my desk all filled out. All we need to do is send it in.”

“And what if I’d said ‘no’?” Germany said.

“Nothing, cuz I knew you wouldn’t. Come on, it’ll be awesome!” Prussia grinned.

“Okay.”

They got down off the roof. Later that night, while out walking the dogs, Prussia mailed the application.

Germany got a pleasant surprise, when three weeks later, a check for €50 arrived in the mail along with a letter saying they had won.

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Thu, 31 Jul 2014 00:18:04 GMT

Title: Family Reunion
Characters: Prussia, Germany
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: It’s a Wonderful Life
Rating: PG
Summary: The German brothers are reunited after the fall of the Berlin Wall…

For Kat with love…

After days of protesting, the government finally agreed to open the gates in the Berlin Wall. Prussia had been caught up in the sea of humanity that surged through from the East German side into the West. It was by dumb luck he had found his brother and their reunion was a happy one. Later that night, they stood atop the Berlin Wall, helping their reunited people tear chunks of it down. When the crowds began to disperse, the brothers left along with them, heading back to Germany’s house.

“It feels great to be home again, West!”

“It’s good to have you back, Prussia.” Germany unlocked the front door and they both stepped inside.

“Don’t you dare get weepy on me, West!” Prussia greeted the dogs when they entered the house.

“I missed you,” Germany said softly as he hung up their coats.

“I missed you too.”

“You look thinner…”

“And you look more muscle bound than ever!” Prussia laughed. “Stop fretting, West. All I need is a few of Itachen’s fabulous Sunday dinners and I’ll be fine.” He smirked.

Germany shook his head. “How was it living in Russia’s house?”

Prussia grew serious and his brother felt a sharp pang of guilt for bringing it up. “Well, it wasn’t a wonderful life, if that’s what you’re asking. It was hard and sometimes lonely, but Hungary and I got together whenever we could. I told you about it in the censored letters.”

“Yeah… They were hard to read at first.”

“Tell me about it.”

Germany nodded. “At least we remembered the code.”

Prussia laughed. “Yup! Those stupid things sure said a lot, didn’t they?” He smirked. The simple code form Frederick the Great’s time was apparently hard to break. Prussia was delighted his brother had remembered it and thanks to it, he never went crazy with worry about things on Germany’s side of the Berlin Wall. “That was also smart of you to toss in things that needed to be censored. It kept them from suspecting anything,” Prussia said, beaming with pride.

Germany blushed. “I had a good teacher.” He grinned.

“You sure did!” Prussia grinned back.

They stared at each for several minutes, afraid this was all just a dream. When the silence that stretched between them became too great, Prussia broke it. “Ummm… As much as I’d like to continue our family reunion, it’s nearly daybreak, West.”

“Oh, right.”

“You got a blanket and a pillow? I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Knowing you, it’s probably better than my twenty year old mattress and the den’s certainly warmer than my drafty apartment,” Prussia smirked.

“You don’t have to sleep there.”

“You got a guest room I don’t know about, West?”

“No, I have a bed big enough for two. I needed it with Italy.” Germany blushed.

Prussia smirked. “What are you, afraid I’m gonna leave in the middle of the night, err… day?”

“Yeah…”

“Fine! But just this once,” Prussia said.

“Okay.”

They headed off to bed.

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kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:50:35 GMT

Title: Magical Memory
Characters: England, China, mention America, Italy, Germany, Prussia
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Frosty the Snowman
Rating: G
Summary: England and China watch the rest of the World 8 playing in the snow & England decides to recreate one of his memories for Chian’s amusement…

For InkBlackShadow with love…

England watched through the window as American played in the snow with the others. They were busy making snow forts, and lobbing snowballs at each other. He sipped his tea, thinking it looked like a tame version of WWIII, and certainly better than a real war. England choked back a laugh when America got hit in the back of the head when Italy’s snowball actually hit its target. He could hear Italy’s apologies and cries of surrender along with Prussia’s loud declarations that they would never surrender. It looked like poor Germany had his hands full with the two of them. It was all he could do to keep from smiling at the ensuing melee. He sipped his tea again.

China quietly approached him from behind. “They’re all going to get sick, aru,” he said softly.

“Tell me about it.”

“Why aren’t you out there with them?” China said. He daintily sipped his tea from the Styrofoam cup that he held in his hands in a poor attempt at warming his cold fingers.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“I’m too old for that nonsense, aru!”

“Same here…” England’s attention was drawn back outside and as he gazed out the window a faint smile played across his lips.

“And yet, you look like you want to join them, aru.”

England shook his head. “I don’t actually. I was just thinking back to when America was little.”

“Yes?”

England nodded.

“Care to share?” China said with a smile.

England was about to tell him “no”, but he surprised them both by telling the story. “You know that silly song America was singing?”

“The one about the dancing snowman?”

“Err… Yes, that one. Well, I think the reason he’s so fond of it is when he was little I did something like that for him.”

“You made a snowman dance, aru?” China said, his voice full of wonder.

England cleared his throat. “Not really, but close enough.”

“Yeah?”

England nodded and said, “All I did was cast a little spell to animate the thing. It danced around, he was amazed,” England paused and leaned over conspiratorially. “And he was actually quiet for the span of ten minutes.”

China laughed. “Maybe you should do it again.”

“Maybe…” England said as he thought it over.

“I was just teasing, aru!”

“I know, but still, it does have a certain charm.”

China considered it. “It does…”

“It could help get this meeting to move along by getting them all to come back inside.”

“It could, aru… Then do it!”

England grinned. “I think I shall do it.” He stood closer to the window, and eying the snowman Italy had made with Germany, England muttered a short incantation just under his breath. The snowman suddenly came to “life” when Italy placed France’s beret on its head. The resulting commotion was fun to watch as everyone rushed back inside. England chuckled as he was sure he heard America crying, “England!!”

“That was funny, aru!”

“Indeed!”

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kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:35:48 GMT

Title: Sightseeing
Characters: Russia, China
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Snow
Rating: G
Summary: Russia gives China a tour of the wintery countryside…

“It’s beautiful, da?” Russia said as he slowed the horse drawn troika so they could admire the view. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were pink from the cold. Every time he exhaled, his warm breath formed a cloud that hung briefly in the brisk morning air. He smiled warmly at his friend China.

China held his coat tightly at the neck and shivered. He was no stranger to snow, it often got quite cold in his house, but there was something about winter in Russia’s house that made it feel that much colder. Rubbing his hands together, he blew on them, hoping to warm his frozen fingers. I’m too old for this, aru! he thought, but he could not deny the beauty of the place. “It’s very beautiful… aru,” China said and there was a hint of wonder in his voice.

They sat in the troika as a light snow began to fall, turning the forest glade into a sparkling winter wonderland. It was peaceful and quiet, and it was easy to forget being cold, especially when pulling each other close. Russia smiled shyly at his friend, and cupping China’s cheek, he leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, and very chaste, and it was all China could do not to giggle at Russia’s fumbling innocence, especially when he said, “You want to become one with Russia, da?”

While China was aware of his friend’s cruel streak, and while it had never been directed at him, China harbored no illusions that it never would be in the future. Since he was not the doddering old fool his younger brothers and sisters thought he was, China knew how fickle loyalties and alliances were. Hiding his smile behind his hand, China coyly looked away. As cute as he is, he shouldn’t be so forward, aru! Still, it’s hard to be angry with him…aru!

“Forgive me, da?”

China looked back at him and gave him a tight little smile. “Of course… aru.”

Russia gathered the reins, and flicking them lightly, he urged the horses forward. With a soft tinkling of bells, they rode through the countryside. Russia would occasionally slow down to point out something interesting like a small farming village, and the frozen lake where he and Prussia once had it out when they were children. When the wind whipped up across the frozen plain, they were traveling across, Russia chuckled.

“What’s so funny, aru?”

“General Winter wanted to meet you”

“Oh… Did he like me, aru?” I’m not so sure I like him, aru, even though there are corners in my home that are colder than this… China mentally sighed. I’m way too old for this, aru…

“Da!” Russia beamed.

“Good, aru!” China smiled more openly this time.

Russia grinned. They rode in silence to his country home. Arriving in good time, they hurried inside, their feet crunching in the snow. After removing their outerwear, they sat and drank tea, warming themselves by the fire.

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:18:47 GMT

Title: I’m Dreaming of a Pink Christmas
Characters: Poland, Lithuania
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Tree
Rating: G
Summary: Poland shows off his Christmas Tree to Lithuania…

For Giusy Revenge with love…

“Like what do you think?” Poland said as he showed off his newly decorated Christmas tree.

Lithuania blinked. He tried to find something nice to say about the pink confection of a tree, complete with a Cabbage Patch doll dressed as an angel on top and the largest herd of My Little Ponies he had ever seen. He was sure he saw handfuls of stale peeps with pink feathers in their butts up there too, but it was hard to tell with all the pink ribbons and ornaments everywhere. He finally settled on, “It’s very pink…”

“I know, right? It’s like the pinkest thing ever!” Poland gushed.

Lithuania nodded. “Ummm… it’s very nice of you to invite me over for…” he trailed off when Poland’s pony trotted into the room. The poor thing was also festooned in pink ribbons and feathers, and Lithuania thought that was the gayest thing he had ever seen. As Poland’s best friend, he had seen his fair share of “gay” too.

“Like doesn’t my baby look cute?” Poland nuzzled his pony.

“Uh, very cute,” Lithuania somehow managed to say with a straight face. He wisely kept his thoughts to himself, more out of long habit from living in Russia’s house than any desire to spare his friend’s feelings, not that he would intentionally hurt Poland.

“So uh, would you like some eggnog?”

Lithuania, unable to stop himself, said, “It’s not pink, is it?”

Poland laughed. “Like don’t be silly, Liet! Like of course it’s not pink!”

“Oh…” Lithuania smiled.

“Like yeah! I like tried it once, but it like looked like Pepto Bismol, and I like went ‘eww’…”

“I see.” Lithuania found himself looking at the tree again. Oh my God, those are peeps!

“Yeah. It liked tasted good, but like still…” Poland crinkled up his nose in disgust.

That had his friend laughing. “I never thought I’d live to see the day when you’d be turning up your nose at something pink,” Lithuania chortled.

Poland also laughed. “Like yeah!” Throwing his arm around his friend’s shoulders, Poland said, as they looked at the tree, “Like wait until later when it’s like dark and I like light it up! It’s like a fairy wonderland!”

In more ways than one… Lithuania thought fondly. His best friend may have been the oddest thing he had ever had the pleasure of knowing, but he would not trade him for anything. Not even for a date with Belarus. “I’m sure it’ll be as Prussia would say, ‘awesome’.”

“Like yeah!” Poland beamed. He ushered his friend into the kitchen, which reminded Lithuania of the one he had seen in Netherland’s house, that time he and Poland had been invited in. Poland took a pitcher out of his fridge and poured two tall glasses of eggnog. Picking them up, he handed one to his friend. “Like cheers!” Poland said as he raised his glass of eggnog.

“Like cheers,” Lithuania repeated as they clinked their glasses. “To best friends too.”

“Like yeah!”

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:05:35 GMT

Title: Memories
Characters: Finland, Sweden, Sealand, Hana-Tomago
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Silent Night
Rating: PG
Summary: Finland gets lost in memories, Sweden and Sealand prove to be pleasant distractions…

For Corner of Madness with love…

Finland looked out the window, holding a mug of hot chocolate. It was clear and starry, and the moon hung big in the sky. He smiled as memories of when he had left Denmark’s house came flooding back. Finland drank as he recalled how scared he was back then. A memory of lying in an open field with Sweden surfaced. Over time that had gone from something that he had wanted to forget, to one of his favorite memories.

Hearing soft footsteps behind him, he looked over his shoulder. “Sve.” He smiled.

“Wife.” Sweden moved to stand behind him. Wrapping his arms around Finland, Sweden held him close. He rested his chin on top of his beloved’s head and looked out the window. “It’s like when we left Den’s house,” Sweden said.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” Finland said. “I was so scared back then.”

“I did my best to look after you.”

Finland wiggled around in Sweden’s arms. “Thanks,” he said softly as he tilted his face upwards. He closed his eyes, and taking the hint, Sweden leaned in and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, Finland shyly turned his face away and drank some of his hot chocolate.

Sweden let out a soft little chuckle. His face contorted in a ghost of a smile and Finland could not help laughing.

“I’m sorry, Sve, but whenever you do that, you remind me of Germany.” At Sweden’s raised eyebrow, he added, “Germany makes a similar face whenever Italy does something cute…” Finland blinked. “Did I do something… cute?”

Sweden nodded. He found just about everything his beloved “wife” did cute and adorable, and the more he thought about it, the more his cheeks heated up.

“Oh…” Finland felt his own cheeks heating up as an awkward silence settled between them. In an effort to break it, Finland smiled and said, “Would you like some cocoa? I finished mine and ummm… Well, I could make more if you want…”

Sweden nodded. “Thanks.”

Neither of them made an effort to move and this time when the silence settled between them, it was more comfortable. They held each other as they gazed into each other’s eyes and Finland wondered how he could ever have been afraid of this gentle giant of a man. Just as he was thinking of kissing Sweden again and suggesting they retire to someplace more comfortable, a loud thumping and light clattering headed their way as Sealand and Hana-Tomago came tearing out of the den.

“Hey, Mum, Dad!” Sealand cried as he thudded to a stop. “You gotta see this!”

“See what?” Finland asked.

After getting his parent’s attention, Sealand looked at Hana-tomago and held up his hand. “Gimme five!”

Hana-Tomago touched it with her paw.

“Nice.”

“Thanks!” He grinned when Sweden smiled and ruffled his hair.

Finland smiled. Their quiet nights at home were also a distant memory, not that he minded. He had had too many silent nights in Denmark’s house and this was a welcome change.

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 22:52:59 GMT

Title: Name that Tune
Characters: Prussia, Hungary, Austria
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: The Dreydl Song
Rating: PG
Summary: Hungary & Prussia “compete” in a friendly game of “Name that Tune”…

Austria sat at the piano and lacing his fingers together, he flipped them palm outwards, loosening them up. The faintest of smiles tugged at his lips, before he started to play. Instead of some beautiful piece of classical music, Austria played a simple, yet catchy, tune.

Hungary, who was standing next to Prussia, caught the play of emotion that briefly flitted across his face, before it settled on a frown. She could see he knew the song, but couldn’t quite place it. Hungary knew the song by heart, having heard it during holidays spent with Austria before WWII as well as subsequent holidays after the fall of the Iron Curtain.

Prussia hummed along. He knew the melody, Austria was playing, and he just could not for the life of him place it. His frown deepened, when suddenly it hit him. A huge smirk tugged the corner of his mouth upwards. “I know this song!” he said.

Austria looked up and at him. “Then what’s it called?”

“‘I have a little dreidl!’”

Before Austria could give an answer, Hungary called out, “Close enough, since it’s also known by that name, but it’s really called ‘The Dreidl Song’, right, Austria?”

Prussia cackled happily. “I won that round!”

Hungary chuckled. “Yup. Now it’s my turn to guess.”

“Play on, Specs!”

Austria stared blankly at his friend and rival. Sighing softly, he played the opening chords to another song. It was a Christmas song that Hungary instantly recognized and she sang a bit of it much to both male countries’ delight. Austria thought she had a beautiful voice and he smiled shyly at his ex.

Prussia clapped his hands. “Bravo as Itachen would say!”

“Thank you.” Hungary smiled at him.

Prussia grinned in reply. After counting on his fingers, his grin morphed into a smirk. “HA! I won! I got five out of seven right!”

“Are you sure?” Austria raised an eyebrow. “I thought you missed more than that.”

“Just cuz you think I’m uncivilized, doesn’t mean I don’t have culture!”

Austria rolled his eyes. “You’re contradicting yourself. When you’re uncivilized, it means you have no culture.”

Hungary shook her head them as they broke out into what she like to think of as a fight without bloodshed. As much as she wanted to side with her ex, Prussia did have a point. He was civilized thanks to Frederick the Great’s influence and had a knowledge of classical music from that time period that even Austria had to admit was impressive. When it looked like they would actually come to blows over nonsense, she put a stop to it. “That’s enough,” she said. “I declare Prussia to be the winner as it’s time to eat and I’m hungry.” She looked over at Prussia, pointing her finger at him. “Don’t even think it, let alone say it!”

“Hey! I’m not the one making bad puns!” Prussia said as they sat down to dinner.

Hungary sighed when that remark started another argument. Some things never change…

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 22:28:46 GMT

Title: It’s Nice Being Naughty
Characters: Germany, Prussia
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Santa is coming to town
Rating: R
Summary: The German brothers exchange Christmas gifts…

For Patty with love…

Prussia stood outside their hotel room, his arms wrapped around his brother. The two of them were feeling a pleasant buzz thanks to the beer they drank at America’s Christmas party. While Germany fished around for the room key in his pocket, Prussia sang softly. “Santa Claus is coming to town…”

Germany looked over at him. “Are you still singing that?”

Prussia nodded. “He’s making a list, checking it twice… Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice…” he sang in his raspy tenor. “Hey, West?”

“What?” Germany, finally locating the key, pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked their door.

“Are you naughty…?” Prussia purred as he leaned heavily on his brother. “Or nice…?”

Germany shook his head as he opened the door. “I don’t know…” A soft blush dusted his cheeks.

“Maybe we should find out just how naughty you are and how nice that is.” Prussia waggled his eyebrows.

“Inside, now!”

They entered their room. Tossing his coat on the chair, Germany watched as his brother did the same. He sat on the end of the bed, Prussia sitting next to him. Germany reached out, cupping his brother’s cheek. Closing his eyes, he leaned in, kissing him.

Prussia deepened it. He tugged on his brother’s clothes, and it was not long before the two of them were naked in bed. Prussia blanketed Germany. He ground his hips against his brother’s and moaned softly at the delicious friction.

“Bruder,” Germany said, his voice low and husky with desire.

“Hmmm?”

“You’re not being very nice.”

“Well, if I’m that naughty, West, maybe you should-” Prussia let an undignified yelp when Germany rolled them over. “Now who’s being naughty?”

“Shut up,” Germany murmured as he leaned in for a kiss.

Prussia kissed his brother hungrily. He rolled them onto their sides. They explored each other’s body, teasing, caressing, pushing each other to the edge and back. Pushing his brother onto his back, and using spit as a makeshift lube, Prussia slowly pushed past the ring of tight muscle at his brother’s tight entrance.

Germany moaned as he closed his eyes. He could feel his brother’s smirk in each thrust as Prussia got his rhythm going. Germany moved with him, trying to increase the friction on his cock, but Prussia was taking things slow and easy. “Faster!” he growled and Prussia sped up.

Flesh slapping against flesh, the sex was quick and dirty, not that either one cared as both were rushing headlong towards their release. Germany came first, spewing his hot essence between them, Prussia following close behind. Panting as they both came back to themselves; they remained joined as one for several minutes, until he fell out. Without a word, they got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up. A bit more fun in the shower and they were sated when they crawled back into bed.

Prussia sang softly, “Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice…”

Germany threw a pillow at him.

“Hey!”

“Go to sleep!”

“Okay…”

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 23 Jul 2014 15:56:31 GMT

Title: Movie Idol
Characters: Prussia, Canada
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Jack Frost
Rating: G
Summary: While visiting Canada, Prussia attracts attention because of his resemblance to a certain movie character…

For Jen with love…

“Look, Jenny, it’s Jack Frost!” a young girl said to her friend as two men passed by. They giggled as they paused to watch them continuing on their way. The one, whose hair was white as snow, stopped and turned around to look at them. A cocky grin tugged the corner of his mouth upwards and the girls squealed with delight that soon turned to disappointment when the man’s companion tugged on his arm.

“Come on, Gil,” he said softly. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Prussia allowed himself to be pulled along. “Hey, Birdie, what’s with the ‘Jack Frost’ nonsense? I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but that’s a new one.”

“He’s a character in this movie that just came out on DVD,” Canada said. “Oh look, there’s the Tim Horton’s I was telling you about. Let’s go in and get a cup of coffee and a donut and I’ll tell you about it.”

Prussia shrugged. “Okay, as long as people don’t stare. It’s like the Middle Ages all over again.”

Canada smiled. “That’s a little before my time, Gil,” he said as they entered the donut shop.

Prussia laughed. “I’m sorry; I keep forgetting you’re a spring chicken.”

Canada rolled his eyes. A delicate blush had dusted his cheeks. “Sorry, old man.”

“Ouch!” Prussia quipped. He grinned and Canada relaxed, glad he had not insulted him.

They stood in line, making small talk, while waiting to order. “I’m going to get a Canadian Maple and a large coffee. What would you like, Gil?”

“I’ll have the same thing, Birdie.”

Once they got their donuts and coffee, they went over to one of the small tables and sat down. Prussia bit into his donut. “This is good! Although, I’m not sure which one I like better, this or that Bavarian crème donut your brother got me the last time he hosted a meeting.” He sipped his coffee.

Canada nodded. He swallow the bite of donut, he was chewing, washing it down with a mouthful of coffee. “They’re pretty good too.”

“Yeah... So uh, Birdie, tell me about this ‘Jack Frost’ character the girls keep going on about.”

“Well, you know about Jack Frost in general.”

“Yeah, everyone has their own version of him, at least where it gets cold.”

“That’s true, but the one those girls were giggling about is a character from a movie.”

“Yeah?” Prussia ate his donut.

Canada nodded and sipped his coffee. “He’s from a movie called ‘Rise of the Guardians’. We can rent it if you like. Anyway, he’s the hero and he sort of looks like you.”

“Oh…”

“That’s why the girls keep giggling whenever they see you.”

“And here I thought it was cuz they couldn’t handle my awesomeness,” Prussia teased.

Canada laughed. “There’s that too.” They finished their coffee while Canada told Prussia about the movie. “So you think you’d like to see it?” he said.

“Yeah, it sounds like an awesome movie.”

“It is!”

“Then let’s get it.”

“Okay.”

Bingo! Challenge (kira)

kiramaru7 — Wed, 23 Jul 2014 15:53:14 GMT

Title: American Idol
Characters: America, Prussia, France, Spain, Hungary, Japan, Russia, China, Belarus
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Santa Baby
Rating: PG13 for America’s outfit
Summary: America loses a bet he made with Prussia and now has to give a special performance for his fellow countries…
Author’s note: The song, “Santa Baby” was written by J. Javits, P. Springer, and T. Springer. Lyrics are quoted within the body of this work.

For n0t-chan with love…

Note to self: never make silly bets with Prussia… America thought wryly as he smoothed the lines of the slinky red dress he was wearing. “I can’t do this!” he said. “Look at me, I look ridiculous!” He tossed one end of the fluffy white feather boa over his shoulder.

“Trust me, you look awesome, kiddo! Besides, it’ll make Russia’s day. He loves that song!” Prussia said.

“And, mon ami, if anyone would know that, it’d be Prussia,” France said.

“Yeah, he spent a long time in Russia’s house,” Spain added.

“Yeah, but America doesn’t want to hear about that now.” Prussia turned to America. “And guess what? It’s time for your big debut!” he smirked as he pushed America out of the wings and onto the stage.

As he tottered around on his heels, trying to get his balance, America heard the opening bars of “Santa Baby” being played on the piano. Oh crap… he thought miserably. No escaping now… Taking a deep breath, he started singing, “Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me… Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…” America pranced around as he sang.

Out in the audience, Hungary was sitting there, barely controlling her laughter, while Japan took pictures. America’s performance was also a partial “forgive and forget” gift/apology from Prussia for herself and Russia, and she found it hard to stay mad at him. She also found America adorkable as he made the best of things.

“Santa honey, one little thing I really need... The deed... to a platinum mine, Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight...” America carefully made his way down the stairs and into the audience. He smiled at the cat-calls as he made his way over to where Russia sat.

“Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with the duplex and checks… Sign your 'X' on the line, Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight…” America sang as he sat on Russia’s lap.

“I see you want to become one with Russia, da?” Russia grinned.

America blinked and shook his head. “Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with the duplex and checks… Sign your 'X' on the line, Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight…” he repeated.

Russia hummed along.

Belarus, who was sitting at the Russia’s table, glared daggers at America. How dare he sit on Big Brother’s lap!

Russia nuzzled America’s cheek much to his horror as he sang.

China, who sat across from them, was also giving America a death glare. He was just as angry as Belarus. There was no way; he was going to let that little upstart of a country steal his Russia!

America sang. “Hurry down the chimney tonight… Hurry, tonight!”

“Come, let’s you and me become one, da?” Russia purred.

America squeaked. “N-no!! Nyet! It was just a bet!! Seriously, Dude!”

“Oh…?”

“Yep! Gotta go!” America said as he made his escape.

Russia laughed. Thank you, Prussia… That was funny!