[FanFic] Eagle Wing at Dover: Chapter Two
dover
ninjasneaky

Title: Eagle Wing at Dover
Author: ninjasneaky
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Alfred, Arthur, Ludwig, Feliciano + Others
Pairing: Mainly AlfredxArthur + some minor LudwigxFeliciano
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, Romance, Humor, Drama, War Story, and It's got kind of a deep concept. I tried to be as historically accurate as possible but some things I had to change for the sake of the story. I probably spent more time looking up things about WWII then writing >.<;
Summary: December 17, 1941, ten days after the attack on Pearl Harbor which officially brings the United States into the war. An American and an Englishman head out for duty. At first, they fight for their country, that much is for sure, but there are new things they will learn about war, romance, and the so called enemy that will change them completely.
[Chapter One]


Chapter Two:
The White Cliffs of Dover

      Alfred glanced over for a moment to take in more of Arthur's features. The other was about half a foot shorter than him and he had these huge eyebrows. They were actually kind of adorable, rather then unbecoming, but the Brit had this strange expression on his face that actually was unbecoming. “Hey Artie, what's with your face?” he asked innocently not really realizing what he had just said could be taken as extremely rude. Hey, it made sense to him. Arthur stopped walking and faced him blushing from anger. “Excuse me? And don't call me that!” Alfred looked a little confused. He leaned in close to Arthur's face and pointed a finger at it with a pout on his lips. “I said, what-is-with-your-face? It's all...gloomy or somthin'.” Enraged, Arthur swatted away the hand and took a step backward. “The bloody hell?! There is nothing wrong with my face!” Alfred winced. “Would you stop yelling?” he started, looking at him with skepticism and then continued walking. “I didn't say it was wrong, I just pointed out a reason you should change it.” Absolutely infuriated, Arthur stormed ahead of the American soldier and into the barracks where he was given a key. Who did that imbecile think he was, telling him that there was something wrong with his face? He would have just punched the young soldier in the face would it not go against his good conduct.
 
    Alfred followed soon after, chuckling and amused by the other’s reaction. He watched the blonde storm down one of the halls, and then turned to get his key. “We're rooming together.” he said with the most adorable shiny white Hollywood worthy smile he could muster up. The young American took an identical key and happily followed suit down the same hall that Arthur went down. He went up two flights of surprisingly nicely carved mahogany spiral stairs before exiting at his floor. When he exited the staircase, directly to his left was a window that looked over the base and to his right was a long, dark-gray painted hallway adorned with a brown wooden door every so often. Each door had a gold colored metal letter nailed to the front. Room A was the room that he and Arthur would share. The first room, but the second door. The first door was a broom closet. Casually, he walked up and went to unlock the door, but it was opened before he could put the key in. Alfred stared into green eyes that seemed tame now. Arthur frowned. “What are you doing?” The American held up a key with a tag hanging down that read 'A', and smiled. Arthur's eye twitched violently but he moved aside. After all, the Marshall had said to room together, and he was too tired to argue. The room was kind of small for two fully grown men, but it would suffice. It's walls were a creme color and it had one window on the opposite wall from the door. To the right was the bunk bed and the door to the bathroom. To the left was a simple wooden desk with a chair, lamp, and radio. There was also a dresser. It was odd how decorated the room was seeing as they were at war with little money and barely sufficient rations, but Alfred wasn't going to complain. He set his things down by the bunk bed and giggled excitedly after claiming the top. He then earned a roll of the eyes from Arthur who took a seat on the bottom bed, figuring that he'd wait to walk to the mess hall with his new roommate.

      The Brit watched as the American unpacked so many unnecessary things: A poster of Uncle Sam, an alarm clock shaped as a hamburger, a pillow with the American flag on it along with a matching fuzzy stars and stripes blanket, a pair of bunny slippers, a statue of liberty plush, and, lastly, a picture in a mickey mouse picture frame of him and Walt Disney. The alarm clock and picture went on the old dresser, Uncle Sam went up above the desk, the plush pillow and blanket went on the top bunk, and finally, the bunny slippers were left by the bed. “Dear god...” Arthur said under his breathe. He really didn't know what to think of it all except that maybe, just maybe, the room seemed...homey. Alfred scanned the room one last time making sure everything was in check and closed the door, running to catch up with Arthur while they made their way to the mess hall. The mess hall was as big as one of the airplane hangers and probably just as run down looking except for the wall to the very right, opposite from the food line. It was at least twenty feet high and covered in huge windows. You could see the entire base along with the rolling green hills and trees that were England. It was there that Alfred and Arthur met up with their newly formed team. Once they got their food and took their seats at a large table, they began to introduce themselves.

      There was David, and American Jew with short curly black hair and pale skin. Everyone calls him the Hebrew Hammer because he came to fight for his strong Zionist beliefs and fellow Jews. Then there was Hugh, a Scotsman with light brown hair, light blue eyes, and an extremely heavy accent. He drank a lot, obviously, and had this strange brother complex type of attitude toward Arthur. Apparently the British half of the team had known each other before they joined. Anyways, the other soldiers call Hugh 'Scottie' for obvious reasons. Then there's Ryan, a nice American boy, who just joined the forces not too long ago. He came from North Carolina and his folks knew the Wright brothers personally. Everyone called him Kitty Hawk because not only was it his hometown, but he was innocent like a kitten and then when you put that boy in a plane, his personality turned into something akin to a hawk. He was no pilot though. Instead, he was the team's mechanic and could probably name every part of a plane down to each nut and bolt faster then he could tell you his own birth date. Fourth was Bradley. Bradley came from Bedford, which is about forty miles northwest of London and thirty miles west of Cambridge. He was a classic Englishman, uptight and impersonal, but one thing that wasn't introverted about him was that the man sang, all the time. He didn't have a nickname yet, so the Americans took it upon themselves to start calling him Sinatra, after the famous singer from New York.
     The last of the Brits was Irish. He had red hair and loads freckles on pale skin. His name was Derval, which was the legendary name for Ireland. It was actually meant for girls, but his mother was so set on thinking that she would have a girl and name her Derval that when he was born, she named him that anyways. Upon hearing this story, Scottie, or Hugh, started to call him lassie, therefore it was official that his nickname would be lassie. Lastly, there were two American twins, Peter and John. They were identical, dirty blonde hair with light brown eyes and came from a farming family in the Midwest state of Missouri. They were each mischievous and experts at evasion when it came to dog fighting. There wasn't a single pilot in the academy who could catch them. For this, their nicknames were Flash and Lightning. As for the rest of the American crew that came along with Alfred, most were assigned simple posts and weren't actually pilots and therefore, were not part of the team. The table looked something like this: Hugh, David, Ryan, Peter, and John on one side, and on the other, Bradley, Derval, Alfred, and Arthur.

     After an hour of eating and chatting Alfred spoke up, “A toast!” he lifted a cup with his right hand. Arthur turned to him with curiosity. The American captain looked straight into his eyes and said, “To England, for hosting fine strapping young men such as ourselves!” Everyone at the table laughed except for Arthur who frowned upon Alfred's huge ego. “Cheers!” and they all clanked cups, laughing merrily. Arthur, not wanting to be in too much of a sour mood, decided to follow suit. “A toast.” he said, then standing up and looking at Alfred. He held a glass elegantly in his left hand, pinky up. “To America for sending us such fearless Yankees for our front lines. Let's kick some bloody German arse!” at this, the entire cafeteria burst into cheers. Arthur smirked, full of pride. When he finally looked down at Alfred again, their eyes met immediately. Somehow, working together might not be as hard as Arthur had originally thought. After all, they both shared a common goal: Fight for the homeland and kick Axis power ass without mercy.

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      After the meal, soldiers filtered out and away to their rooms. It was dark out except for the street lights placed strategically around the base setting a dim glow. Alfred walked with Arthur.“The water is nearby right?” he asked looking at the other Captain. Arthur nodded yes. “Care to take a walk with me then? I'd be nice right before bed.” Arthur closed his eyes and gave a small sigh, “It's past curfew already and it's dark over there. It'll be dangerous.” The next thing he new, his arm was grabbed and he was being dragged past the barracks. “Don't worry about that!” Alfred said happily, “It'll be fine, it's just a little walk. Let's talk a bit."Before Arthur knew it, they were walking on the edge of the huge white cliffs. Alfred started, “So tell me about yourself Artie,” he beamed excitedly at the British captain. Despite the darkness, one could still see those incredibly white teeth. Deciding that it wasn't worth it to fight, Arthur caught up with the other and strode next to him in sync. “Well... my family has been serving in the military for more then twenty generations.” he said proudly. “So, I'm glad to be here. You?”
     “Hmm, well, I was stationed in Pearl Harbor,” he started but was cut off. “I'm sorry.” Arthur said seriously. He felt bad for misjudging Alfred earlier, but what was he supposed to think? It had been dreadful in England when the war started, and then the Americans showed up with smiles on their faces while people were dying out there. Now Arthur realized that maybe they were just trying to be strong for those around them. If Alfred went through the attack on Pearl Harbor, surely he was aware of the damage this war was causing. Alfred smiled sincerely. “Don't look so down.” he said. “It was sad, and many of my friends didn't make it, but that's why I'm here. I'm going to fight for them. I'll fight for everyone. I'll be a hero. I'll save England. You wait and see.”

      Normally, Arthur would say something about the outrageous declaration of becoming England's hero, but instead he found the comment endearing. “Hm, I'd like to see you try.” he said challenging the young soldier. For some reason he wasn't like his usual composed self around Alfred. He couldn't quite place it, but it gave him this sort of indescribable thrill. “Oh?” Alfred answered teasingly. He then took off his boots and socks and flung them to the side. “What are you doing?” Arthur asked a bit alarmed. Alfred merely smiled for the umpteenth time and rolled up his uniform pants. The cold grass tickled his skin. Searching for the lowest cliff, he found a tiny hidden shore below. Without saying a word, Alfred started climbing down the 10 foot mass of rock strategically. Arthur couldn't see him past the first five feet it was so dark. “Alfred?” he called out but nobody answered. Absolutely racked with worry now, Arthur quickly started climbing down too, calling out Alfred's name. He landed with a thud on the sand. “Al--!!” A hand came around his mouth, and there was the sound of a quiet giggle and the waves crashing lightly against the shore. Immediately, Arthur ripped away the hand, swiveling around to face his reckless roommate. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, what little light the moon gave reflected off the white of the rock, and he could make out Alfred's face just as his hand was grabbed and he was brought into the shallow waters...

      After hours of talking about nonsensical things and arguing about cultural differences, the two captains finally made it back to their room, exhausted. Arthur wondered whether they had gotten closer, or if the conversation was useless. Alfred slipped out of the bathroom, steam from his shower creeping into the bedroom. He was in his bunny slippers, boxers, and a white muscle tank top with a small towel around his neck, hair dripping slightly. Even the water couldn't tame his one cowlick, and Arthur laughed inwardly at this fact. “You can go now.” the young American said happily, climbing up to his bed. A sweet smell of honeysuckle filled the air and Arthur sniffed at it quizzically. He suspiciously eyed Alfred who was dozing off already and walked into the bathroom where the aroma became stronger. Peeking out of the bathroom at his roommates sleeping form, Arthur smiled to himself. Honeysuckle, he had told Alfred earlier, was his favorite smell for a candle. The conversation wasn't worthless at all.


AN: Okay, so the second chapter is finally out. Haha! I'm so sorry for the long wait guys. I'm going to try and post more often. I just got really crazy busy and well, you know how it is. Anyways, thanks for the comments last time. This chapter was mostly a bunch of inspiration from songs and people and things that I've read all in one. I hope you like it! Until next time...

 



4th Of July!!! :D
eunhaaaae
ninjasneaky
So I drew this pic and colored it! :}D
This is the first time I have successfully colored in one of my drawings. I am very proud.
Happy Birthday Al! I love you with all my heart <3 kesesesesesese!~

Comments = <3
If you want the pics you can have them!
Oh, and anyone with better coloring skills then me who wants to color Al in,
go ahead under one condition. Send the end result to me! :D hahaha

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Birthday!!! <333

[FanFic] I Can Give You Gatsby: SuFin scene
eunhaaaae
ninjasneaky
Title: I Can Give You Gatsby
Author: Ninjasneaky <3
Characters: America, France, Greece, Russia, Austria, Germany, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, England, Canada, China, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Finland
Pairings:
AmericaxEngland, ItalyxGermany, SpainxRomano, SwedenxFinland, and you can choose others. Read to understand.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex <3, Perverted theme, vibrating condom?, LOTS of humor, some romance and fluff here and there, pics and video included! :)
Summary: All the ukes of the nations sat and watched the new commercial in utter amazement. What was this Gatsby Moving Rubber? If you looked closely enough, a tiny bit of drool escaped all of their mouths on the left side. Dazed and hearts beating, they fidgeted just thinking about the next time they would meet their partners.

So, pretty much I'll be writing for all the pairings, but since USxUK won most votes, I'm posting them first followed by GermanyxItaly, SwedenxFinland, SpainxRomano, FrancexCanada, etc.

(Sweden gives Finland Gatsby! <3)

     Finland watched Sweden walk into the lobby through the curtains from the window of the hotel room. He inhaled deeply, taking calming breathes, and dimmed the lights. He then proceeded to lay down on the bed and wait painfully for the other to enter through the door. Meanwhile he unbuttoned his shirt and pants and touched himself softly with Sweden in mind. Short gasps and moans escaped his mouth as he heard the door click open. “Ahh...Su-san...”
     Sweden watched for a moment as Finland brought out his length and stroked it staring at him with bedroom eyes. The blonde's mouth was open, his cheeks red, and delicious noises filled the room. Sweden then calmly closed the door and stood at the end of the bed staring down at the lewd scene created by the writhing sex monster below him. The smaller nation stopped to play with his own nipples. He then slipped off his pants more and positioned himself to give Sweden a better view before beginning to finger himself at the same time. After rubbing and circling it, he slipped a slender digit into his opening. Sweden's facial expression was dangerous as Finland's hips began to move in sync with his finger thrusts. He screwed his eyes shut and mewled a 'Su-san'.

     “Fin...” Sweden crawled onto the bed over his beloved licking his lips and drank up the image with his eyes, sending it straight to his nether regions. Finland brought him down into a heated kiss, sliding his tongue into the other's mouth and all across his teeth. The blonde ended it by suckling on Sweden's lower lip and giving it one last nibble. The taller nation viciously bit his neck and lapped up the blood with his tongue. Never in his life had he wanted to ravage the other nation this much.

     Sweden pulled out Finland's finger and licked it. He then moved straight down to the hole itself, delving his tongue inside. His nose brushed against the other's balls lightly. Fin's head slammed back into the mattress and he moaned loudly, “W-Wha--? Nnn~” In and out the slick muscle violated the blonde. Sweden removed himself from the other and removed his pants completely. He then turned the smaller nation over onto his stomach and lifted his hips.

     Finland looked over his shoulder to see what his lover was doing and saw the other nation's jacket and shirt being removed. Then his eyes widened as Sweden spread his butt cheeks and shoved his tongue inside once more. The blonde bit down on his hand moaning, drool falling onto the bedsheets at the same time. This time, not only did he feel the tongue, but a finger was inserted as well. It moved around inside of him feeling every inch. Finland's breathing became sporadic once the finger had brushed over his prostate.

     Sweden, noticing this, began to use his left hand to simultaneously pump the blonde's erection while rubbing that spot nonstop. He removed his tongue and licked up the crack and along Finland's spine. The blonde twitched in the Swede's hands and voiced himself uncontrollably. “I-I can't--!!!” he cried, but Sweden then grasped the base of his member to stop him from cumming. “Not yet.” He said deeply into the other's ear. A tear slipped from Finland's eye, “S-Su-san...why?”

     He got no response, only a thumb rubbing the tip of his erection. “So—m-mean! Su-san~” The taller nation kissed the other's neck lovingly and removed his finger from Finland's hole. He used that hand to unbutton his pants and slip down his boxers. He then flipped Finland over and used his tie to restrict the blonde's hands. He also used Finland's tie as a cock ring to continue to stop him from cumming. The blonde wiggled helplessly under his lover. “I don't understand...Su-san?”

     The taller nation kissed his lover passionately before thrusting himself inside. Finland's head slammed against the headboard and he cried in agony, unable to cum. Sweden hit the blonde's prostate on the first thrust and moved his hips in a steady rhythm. He then leaned down and sucked lightly on the hard and sensitive left nipple of his lover. Finland slipped Sweden's head through his tied wrists and pull him up into a kiss. When they parted, he kept his face close. “Please..hah..hah..Let me come. Su-san, please let be come!” he panted. With a final thrust Sweden came inside the blonde and released his throbbing member making Finland cum right after. The tall nation then untied Finland's hands before collapsing on top of him.

     Once he came out of his daze, Sweden looked down at his beloved. “Fin? You okay?” The young nation drooled little. “Su-san, you're so sexy in bed. We didn't even need the Gatsby.” he said kind of out of it. Su-san looked at him quizzically. “Gatsby?”The blonde smiled, “Yeah. The Gatsby Moving Rubber.” The taller nation blushed, “Fin..I d'nt think i's what you th'nk it is.” but the other nation dozed off into a heavy sleep smiling innocently. Oh well, so long as m'wife dun care, Sweden thought. He pulled the covers over them, pulling Finland close and fell asleep.


A/N: I'm digin this sexy Su-san. I believe he has this side to him and that Finland is so taken care of during the day, that he loves the Su-san in bed because he's super assertive <333 oh and I liked to leave Fin clueless...cuz that's just what he is. haha.


[Fanfic] I Can Give You Gatsby: GerIta scene
GermIta
ninjasneaky

Title: I Can Give You Gatsby
Author: Ninjasneaky <3
Characters: America, France, Greece, Russia, Austria, Germany, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, England, Canada, China, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Finland
Pairings:
AmericaxEngland, ItalyxGermany, SpainxRomano, SwedenxFinland, and you can choose others. Read to understand.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex <3, Perverted theme, vibrating condom?, LOTS of humor, some romance and fluff here and there, pics and video included! :)
Summary: All the ukes of the nations sat and watched the new commercial in utter amazement. What was this Gatsby Moving Rubber? If you looked closely enough, a tiny bit of drool escaped all of their mouths on the left side. Dazed and hearts beating, they fidgeted just thinking about the next time they would meet their partners.

So, pretty much I'll be writing for all the pairings, but since USxUK won most votes, I'm posting them first followed by GermanyxItaly, SwedenxFinland, SpainxRomano, FrancexCanada, etc.

(Annnnd GerIta Scene <3 Woop! :D)



     Germany came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and was suddenly attacked by Italy. The younger male had already removed a majority of his clothes and he straddled a wet and slippery Germany on the tiled bathroom floor. “Germany...” Italy's voice was erotic and wanton. Confused, the blonde attempted to sit up and push on Italy's chest to remove him, but when he touched the other's heated skin, Italy moaned softly. Germany paused and blushed madly, “I-I-Italy?” The brunette grasped the hand that was on him and slowly moved it down his chest, moaning and shivering at the feeling...

     “Germany,” Italy began as the hand made it to Italy's waist,”Germany, I need you to touch me. Please!” The Blonde's eyebrow furrowed considerably as he contemplated how to deal with the situation, but there was an urge somewhere in his mind that told him to just do what Italy wanted. His body moved on it's own as he ran his hand back up Italy's chest and right other his sensitive nipple. Italy was squirming and panting at this, causing Germany's instincts to then take over.

     He rolled them around and pinned Italy to the floor leaving kiss mark upon kiss mark on his neck and collar bone. The brunette bucked his hips up into Germany's right leg which was positioned between Italy's legs. Feeling this, Germany gently rubbed it into the smaller boy to satisfy him. The wet floor had them sliding everywhere, so Germany lifted Italy up and leaned him against the counter top in front of the mirror.

     Italy looked through the steamy glass to see his reflection and he watched as Germany leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck. The blonde man's towel was slowly slipping off showing a toned body and his hair was disheveled and shaggy compared to it's usual neatness. The brunette then watched as Germany's hand came creeping up under him grasping his erection and pumping it with hard jerks that covered the expanse of his length. “Mmnnn...” Italy bit his lip and placed his forehead on the counter. His arms were stretched in front of him grasping at the slick marble surface as he moved his hips in rhythm with Germany.

     “Italy.” Germany's deep voice rang in his ears. “Look.” The brunette lifted his head and looked in the reflection once more. Blue eyes locked with his own and Germany's left hand came up and placed itself under Italy's chin making it so that he couldn't look away. He watched as Germany removed his hand from his throbbing erection and touched every inch of him, but it was when he inserted a finger that the brunette's eye closed shut. “Ahh!”

     “No, Italy. Open your eyes.” He did as he was told and stared dazed into the mirror, mouth open, saliva dripping down his chin and onto Germany's hand. He watched himself get finger fucked, first one, then two, then three. They stretched him wide, preparing him for something bigger. Germany licked and nibbled at his left ear,“You like that huh? You're practically sucking my fingers in.” he said low and sensually. Italy mumbled but nothing came out coherent.

     “What was that?” Germany asked playfully. Italy panted out the words a little louder,“Are..you going to use that?” he asked excitement laced in his voice. Germany's low chuckle resonated through him. “Use what?” He asked smiling at Italy through the mirror. “T-The Gatsby.” Italy choked out. Germany looked confused so Italy elaborated more. “Nii-chan, he said that Gatsby Moving Rubber was--” Italy was stopped mid sentence by gentle hand placed over his mouth. “Romano told you that?” Germany asked.

     When Italy nodded Germany pulled open a drawer near by and showed Italy the container of hair gel through the mirror. “This is Gatsby Moving Rubber.” he said matter-of-factly. It was circular and medium sized with a blue lid on top, and the words 'Cool Wet' on the side. When Italy began to giggle, Germany sighed. He put the container down on the counter and leaned in close to Italy again, his erection pressed right on the brunette's butt. “This isn't over yet Italy.” He said maniacally.

     Italy yelped and turned red in the face. “G-Germany...” He felt Germany schemer something cold and slick inside of him before his butt cheeks were spread apart. He looked in the mirror, “Wai—Unn!~” Germany slid right into him filling him up and making him shiver. The brunette felt two hands grab his waist firmly before he felt Germany's erection slide out and slam back into him. “AHHHH!”

     His legs trembled as Germany angled himself in different directions before slamming dead on into his prostate. Italy moaned Germany's name loud and it echoed off of the bathroom walls. Having found that special spot, Germany spread Italy's legs wider and pushed him further down onto the counter. Italy's face smooshed into the marble that was now slick with his saliva. The sounds were so much louder in the bathroom and it was too much for both of them. “G-Germany..I..I can't hold it any longer.” Germany grunted in response and used a hand to grab Italy's erection. He began to pump in time with his thrusts. “N-No! If you do that I'll definitely--!!!” Italy came hard all over the tile, Germany following soon after deep inside his lover.

Germany pulled out and they slumped onto the cold floor together. When the panting ceased, he wrapped his arms around Italy. “Shower?”

A/N: Ahahha! <3 I love it when Germany talks dirty! He is suuuch a good dirty talker after all ;) Italy, you are one lucky man.


[FanFic] I Can Give You Gatsby: USxUK scene
eunhaaaae
ninjasneaky
Title: I Can Give You Gatsby
Author: Ninjasneaky <3
Characters: America, France, Greece, Russia, Austria, Germany, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, England, Canada, China, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Finland
Pairings:
AmericaxEngland, ItalyxGermany, SpainxRomano, SwedenxFinland, and you can choose others. Read to understand.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex <3, Perverted theme, vibrating condom?, LOTS of humor, some romance and fluff here and there, pics and video included! :)
Summary: All the ukes of the nations sat and watched the new commercial in utter amazement. What was this Gatsby Moving Rubber? If you looked closely enough, a tiny bit of drool escaped all of their mouths on the left side. Dazed and hearts beating, they fidgeted just thinking about the next time they would meet their partners.

So, pretty much I'll be writing for all the pairings, but since USxUK won most votes, I'm posting them first followed by GermanyxItaly, SwedenxFinland, SpainxRomano, FrancexCanada, etc.

(First up xD, America gives England Gatsby! <3)


     England shut off the telly and whipped his head around as he watched his lover walk through the front door keys in mouth, paperwork in hand. Those are definitely going to get in the way. England shot up and walked over to him, snatching the keys from his mouth and yanking his tie down. He purred against America's lips,“Welcome home love.”

      America dropped his papers and opened his mouth to speak, but it was soon occupied by a pair of hungry English lips. The Brit casually ran his left hand through his lover's hair and used his right one to loosen and remove the Armani tie. Meanwhile, America's hands were busy pulling England's neatly tucked dress shirt from out of his pants, and running his hands sensually up the other's waist and back. Their lips parted, and a string of saliva dripped onto England's chin as he gazed up at the taller nation. America leaned down and lapped at it while chuckling softly. “What's gotten into you?”

      A little peeved at how slow their pace was, England dragged America to the couch in the living room and straddled him. He slowly stripped off his tie and shirt giving the younger nation a bit of a show. He could just feel America's eyes roaming all up and down his body making him even more turned on. England smirked as America sat up and pulled him close. “Nnn..”

      Within seconds America's mouth was toying with the Brit's right nipple, his left was being rolled between needy fingers. England arched his back a little more to give his lover better access and tangled his fingers into the other's hair. The young nation nipped and nibbled at every inch of skin. His hands fumbled with England's pants and he undid them revealing an hard member. For a moment, he stopped his ministrations to take a good look. England's heavy panting egged him on and he put both hands on the Brit's hips and brought him down. England hissed and moaned as America ground there hips together. The other's remaining clothes were beginning to piss England off. England paused his lover and undid his pants releasing the other's hard on to the chilly air. The minute this was accomplished America slid England's pants off completely, leaving him stark naked, and forced their hips together once more. Skin on skin contact. England groaned,”You and your bloody foreplay—ha~”

      Eventually all of their clothes came off and America was hovering over England's sweat streaked body. “I didn't think you wanted it this bad,” he laughed and moved down to lick at his lovers throbbing erection,“Not that I'm complaining at all.” One good stroke with his tongue from base to tip left England gasping for breathe. “You just hah...looked so good nnn...” England's head pressed back into the couch's arm rest as America took more and more of him into his mouth, “In the commercial...Ah!” America hummed and licked and sucked, but he stopped there and released his lover from his mouth. England groaned slightly in dissatisfaction and looked down at the other. “So where is it?” he asked eagerly.

      America looked at him a little confused so England sat up. “The product...from the commercial. You said they let you take one didn't you?” America then sat up too. “Well yeah, but, why?” England wrapped his arms around America's neck and kissed him deeply. Then he pulled away slightly. “I want you to use it tonight. I'll even ride you.” he said in a sexy and playful voice. He then bit at America's ear which was one of his weak spots. “Mmm, it's upstairs..”

      With that England pulled them up and they kissed and touched their way up the stairs and into the bedroom. America landed on top of his lover in the soft bed, “You liked the commercial that much?” England nodded and kissed him again,“Go get it.” He wanted that thing on America and America's thing inside him right now. When his lover came back, he was holding a medium sized plastic container that said 'Air Rise' on the side and with a green cap that had a G on it. “It'll feel weird, kinda sticky, especially when it dries..” America said with an innocent look on his face. England just stared, awfully confused for the third time that week.

      “That's..Gatsby Moving Rubber?” he asked kind of weakly. America climbed over him and kissed his neck, product still in hand. “Mmm, worked well too. I used it this morning, my single fancy hair stuck up perfectly.” England was in shock. A hair product? Maybe he really was the pervy old man America used to always call him. How could he even think that the could invent a vibrating condom? That's insane! It would be fat and mechanical. Ugh, he felt dumb. But hey, he didn't really feel like ruining the mood, so he didn't tell America.

      Slowly they got back to business. “America lay down.” England said smiling. He could still make this fun. After doing what he was told, England straddled the other nation once more. America twitched when their cocks touched. The Brit took off the lid from the container and took a gracious amount in his hands. He lustfully lathered America's throbbing member with it and smiled down at the man under him. It was sticky but lubricating at the same time causing a new kind of friction that America couldn't quite describe. “God damn England. You're fucking kinky..ugh, but I seriously wouldn't want you and other way.”

      “Thank you.” England said nonchalantly. He didn't even bother to prepare himself because he wanted it so badly and then he positioned himself over his lover. As he pushed in America's erection, both of them moaned. The Gastby was crazy feeling, in a good way. England panted heavily before slamming himself down to fit the rest of America inside him. America's eyes were screwed shut, it felt that good and suddenly England was moving. Up and down, up and down. England leaned down toward America's ear, still moving. “Feel good?”

      “The hell it does England—mm” He then sat up and grabbed the blonde's waist slamming him down harder and faster. “Gah! Ame--Ahhh~!” He hit England's prostate over and over, gasps and moans filled the room. The Gatsby hair product drying as air hit it and becoming wet again from precum. With every thrust there was a small resistance and then a delicious feeling slide. “America, I'm almost—Geh...”

      “Me too.” America said between gasps. They then came and fell to the bed panting. America pulled out and and England rolled off him. “Holy crap.” They were still catching their breath. England turned his head toward his lover and chuckled, “Good product.”

A/N: Wahahaha I <3 kinky England. The next morning at breakfast England tells America what he thought Gatsby Moving Rubber was. America spits his coffee halfway across the table at this. Silence ensues, and then America speaks, "That would be pretty awesome though..."


[FanFic] I Can Give You Gatsby
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ninjasneaky
Title: I Can Give You Gatsby
Author: Ninjasneaky <3
Characters: America, France, Greece, Russia, Austria, Germany, Spain, Sweden, Turkey, England, Canada, China, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Finland
Pairings:
AmericaxEngland, ItalyxGermany, SpainxRomano, SwedenxFinland, and you can choose others. Read to understand.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex <3, Perverted theme, vibrating condom?, LOTS of humor, some romance and fluff here and there, pics and video included! :)
Summary: All the ukes of the nations sat and watched the new commercial in utter amazement. What was this Gatsby Moving Rubber? If you looked closely enough, a tiny bit of drool escaped all of their mouths on the left side. Dazed and hearts beating, they fidgeted just thinking about the next time they would meet their partners.



I Can Give You Gatsby

“Iggy!~” ding dong ding dong.

Ah. That all too familiar voice made it's way to England's ears. The Brit slowly got up from the bed where he was reading comfortably, went downstairs, and opened the door to greet his lover.

“--and then I was like totally! I'll do it for sure! Hey, are you listening?”

“Could you at least make your way through the front door and settle down before you start talking?” England said with a sigh as he loosened the young American's tie. The other simply smiled at this and leaned down to give England a peck on the lips. Any former agitation the Brit had for the other was gone in an instant and his frown was replaced with a small smile. Once America got all of his things situated for the weekend, he began his story again. “So like I was saying, I was with France and the others and we all got asked to be in this commercial! I'm so excited! Filming starts on Monday!”

England raised his eyebrow at this. “France and the others? Who are the others? And what's the commercial advertising?” America stopped to think. “Well, there was France, Russia, Greece, Austria, Turkey, Sweden, Germany, and Spain.” he chirped happily. England's face at this point in time was something along the lines of the face one would make should someone actually put you at gunpoint and tell you that the only way you'd survive is if you solved a math problem for them. “What the bloody hell were all of you doing together?” As far as England was concerned, an eclectic mix of people like that only got together for one reason, a world meeting, and seeing as he wasn't there, he couldn't for the life of him put the pieces together. America laughed loud an hearty,

“We were hangin' out! Duh!” England was so confused.

“Since when did all of you start to hang out?!”

“Hm, a while ago I guess. We're drinking buddies!”

The British man pictured this in his head and it came out looking like bunch of idiot bachelors at a bar in college like all of America's stupid teen movies. “You've got to be bloody kidding me...”

“Anyways, we we're having a blast at my place in Vegas, when this sketchy lookin' guy was like, 'You boys are pretty good lookin' how about you be in a commercial for me?' France totally jumped on it and convinced us to do it. He even convinced Austria, which was really something! Oh gosh, Germany's face was so funny! He was totally going to object, but we had already signed for him!”

England had to admit, he was definitely worried. Who actually agrees to just follow some sketchy guy who asks you to be in a commercial?! Oh, that's right, America and his bloody drinking buddies do!

“America, I'm not too sure about this--”

“Don't worry Iggy! We'll be alright! Make me some dinner okay? I missed you a lot so I'm even willing to eat your disgusting food~” He said this as he began to walk away and up the stairs. “Wait a minute! America!” England just watched helplessly as the other nation disappeared up the stairs. “Dammit, you didn't even tell me what the commercial is supposed to advertise!”

Within seconds England grabbed his phone and practically smashed his keyboard into tiny pieces dialing France's number in.

“Bonjour~ <3”

“France you bloody bastard! What did you get America into?!”

“Oh mon dieu, mon impolitesse! I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Don't gimmie that crap you frog! What the hell is this commercial he keeps talking about?”

“Ah, oui oui. The Gastby commercial?~”

Judging by France's cute chuckle and the sweet tone of his voice, England could only guess.

“You pervert! What the hell?! You better not ruin his reputation!”

 “Oh~? Protective of your lover much? Have no fear mon amour, your precious cheri shall go unharmed, I promise!”

England hung up, rubbed his temples at the coming headache, and sighed a long exasperated sigh. Gatsby? What the hell is a Gatsby? Curious, England walked over to his study and opened up his laptop. The screen lit up and he opened up the internet browser and typed in 'Gatsby product'. He didn't need to look for long before he slammed his laptop shut.

“MOVING RUBBER?!”

A week had passed and the rumor had finally gotten around about this Gatsby Moving Rubber commercial. It seemed that nobody really knew what the product was, but the name gave people plenty of ideas. America had even told England about how they had to wear the product for the commercial which sent the Brit's mind deep into the gutter. The worst part for England, and the one that he had the most trouble with, was that this product was made in Japan! Of all places! Who knew...

Ah! England!”

The Brit turned toward his lover. They had just finished a world meeting in Washington D.C., and England was going to spend the night at America's house. When the two caught up with each other they began to walk down the massive white marble steps. England looked up to see Italy clinging to Germany, Spain holding hands with a blushing Romano, France groping Canada, Greece glaring at Turkey, Austria scolding Prussia (why is Prussia here? -_-), Sweden sweetly holding hands with Finland, and Russia slightly stalking China. England turned to America to catch a glimpse of his face. The younger man noticed this and looked at all the couples, then back at England. He smiled, and then grabbed England and kissed him without any care in the world. Their warm breathe could be seen in the cold winter air once they parted, and America leaned over and whispered low in his lover's ear. “Tonight?”

That one word caused England's face to flush. He nodded promptly and America smiled even bigger.

Good! But I actually have to go talk with my boss for a little bit so I'll meet you at the house later okay?” The younger nation kissed England's forehead and began to walk back up the steps. “Oh and don't forget to watch the commercial! I won't be home yet, but you have to see it!” He winked and disappeared inside the building.

At around 7:00pm England turned on the telly in America's house and sat quietly in anticipation for the commercial. He had no clue what it was going to look like and he was nervous.

Across the city, the partner's of the other men in the commercial also sat in front of their hotel room TVs. They had all heard the rumors and all had their own little conclusion.

Sweat dropped down Romano's brow as he thought about it. That bastard Spain was out getting dinner for them.

Italy blushed slightly, his brother having told him what a rubber was, and wrapped himself in a blanket in front of the TV. Germany was in the shower.

Finland shook a little at the thoughts that were going through his head. He'd been having erotic dreams about Su-san lately...Su-san was out taking a walk.

Finally, the commercials. Almost in slow motion, a white screen came to the TV, and there was France...

England stared at the screen even though the commercial was already over. It was so short, but it left such a big impact on him for some reason. He shivered and shook violently. So, America had to wear it while...while doing that? The older nation had always loved the way his lover looked in a suit. Not just any suit either, an all black one with a slim black tie, like something you'd wear to look classy out on the town at night. A little drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. The images that were skyrocketing through his head were making him dizzy with excitement for America's return. After all, America had also mentioned that they got to keep the product...

Romano turned off the TV, hugged a pillow tightly, and looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, blushed, and bit his lip rerunning Spain's part in the commercial over and over and over again. That bastard needed to hurry up and get back. He could forget about dinner, what Romano wanted was...

Germany came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and was suddenly attacked by Italy. The younger male had already removed a majority of his clothes and he straddled a wet and slippery Germany on the tiled bathroom floor. “Germany...” Italy's voice was erotic and wanton. Confused, the blonde attempted to sit up and push on Italy's chest to remove him, but when he touched the other's heated skin, Italy moaned softly. Germany paused and blushed madly, “I-I-Italy?” The brunette grasped the hand that was on him and slowly moved it down his chest, moaning and shivering at the feeling...

Finland watched Sweden walk into the lobby through the curtains from the window of the hotel room. He inhaled deeply, taking calming breathes, and dimmed the lights. He then proceeded to lay down on the bed and wait painfully for the other to enter through the door. Meanwhile he unbuttoned his shirt and pants and touched himself softly with Sweden in mind. Short gasps and moans escaped his mouth as he heard the door click open. “Ahh...Su-san...”



A/N: For France's phone conversation, you can copy and paste the phrases and words into
google translator. Im too lazy to write it out ;P


Here is where the interactive part plays in:
Leave comments and tell me which couple you want to get it on ;)


If your couple isn't here comment! >:D 
Also, tell me, What do you think Gatsby Moving Rubber is?

Poll #1579084 Who's Gunna Give Gatsby?

Who's Gonna Give Gatsby? ;D

AmericaxEngland
32(18.7%)
GermanyxItaly
18(10.5%)
SpainxRomano
36(21.1%)
SwedenxFinland
17(9.9%)
All of them you lazy author! >:D
68(39.8%)

[FanFic] Eagle Wing at Dover: Chapter One
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ninjasneaky

Title: Eagle Wing at Dover
Author: ninjasneaky
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Alfred, Arthur, Ludwig, Feliciano + Others
Pairing: Mainly AlfredxArthur + some minor LudwigxFeliciano
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, Romance, Humor, Drama, War Story, and It's got kind of a deep concept. I tried to be as historically accurate as possible but some things I had to change for the sake of the story. I probably spent more time looking up things about WWII then writing >.<;
Summary: December 17, 1941, ten days after the attack on Pearl Harbor which officially brings the United States into the war. An American and an Englishman head out for duty. At first, they fight for their country, that much is for sure, but there are new things they will learn about war, romance, and the so called enemy that will change them completely.

 


Chapter One: Called to Duty

     Alfred Jones, born and raised in the great USA. Since he was boy, flying was his passion, and now he was finally going to put it to use. It was the middle of World War II and his beloved country had been hit hard and good in Hawaii not but ten days ago. Somehow lady luck had been on his side because he had been called to Washington two days before the bombing. Still, many of his closest friends died that day, and he was determined to get out there and fight as quickly as possible. The reason for him being called was a particularly interesting one too. Apparently his superior had put in a really good word for him because his superior's superior's superior was the one who had requested him, and what he wanted was for Alfred to bring a platoon of men to England, where they would fight side by side with the Brits. The reason this was so important was because they would be the first to go and support their brother nation, and the government wanted to make a good impression by sending it's best men. Not only that, but the man Alfred spoke to had told him that if America sent some strong pilots, it might boost morale for the soldiers already there. Even though Alfred already knew his answer, he was given a night to think on it. The next morning he was boarding a colossal aircraft carrier with nine other men headed eastward across the Atlantic toward the United Kingdom of Great Britain. As the massive iron vessel moved away from the dock, Alfred gave one good salute towards his nation and bid it farewell.

     Arthur Kirkland was a proud citizen of the United Kingdom, knighted by the Queen of England herself not too long ago for absolute loyalty to the state, and also because of his long lineage having done military service. Some might consider him rather rigid, but he liked to think of it as obedient. At this moment, Arthur was happy. He was finally being sent off to fight in the war like generations of his family before him. He sipped his tea and sighed quietly to himself. Why it took them so long to enroll him was beyond him, but all he knew now was that he was going to show the Axis powers what he was made of. When he finished his tea, he put his cup and saucer away and took one last look at his house before exiting with nothing but his uniform and a suitcase. He made his way to the train station and boarded the 11:30 train to Dover where he and other Brits would join with American pilots in training. When he arrived, he was greeted by a Warrant Officer and led to what he assumed was the admissions building. It was big and dark green compared to the rest of the small beige colored ones. A secretary told him to wait in the the room farthest down the hall and to the right. The door read Marshall so and so. Arthur politely knocked before entering, and once he realized the office was empty, set his bag down and sat in the single chair across from a wooden desk he assumed was the Marshall's. Arthur looked around at all the medals and awards. He wasn't in awe though, he had room just like it at home. Patiently he sat and waited.

     Alfred walked down the ramp and stretched. “Dover, England huh?” He took a deep breath to unwind a little and gazed at the scenery appreciatively. It may have been one hell of a long ways, but the trip was surprisingly quick. This could also be said about Alfred's attention span because within seconds he was in one of the jeeps, the driver's seat mind you, that came to pick them up bouncing like a child who had received a new toy. “Let's go! let's go!” he chirped excitedly. His other fellow American teammates whom he had gotten to know well on the trip sighed and shook their heads. One of them asked how on earth they were supposed to get there when he didn't even know the way. Alfred pouted and gave in. A few of his crew laughed while they all hopped aboard. The British officer who was their escort cried a little on the inside as he drove them toward the base, not understanding how a bunch of idiot go lucky Americans were going to help at all. When they got there, all of the squad except for Alfred, who was brought to a different strange dark green colored building, was led to the resting quarters. As Alfred walked inside, he was greeted by a receptionist and told to go all the way down the hallway and enter the last door on the right. He winked at her earning a blush and made his way down the hall skipping happily. When he got to the last door on the right he didn't bother to read it or even knock, he simply entered.

     Arthur jumped at the loud entrance of a tall well built man with dirty blonde, rather disheveled, hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes framed by a pair of rectangular glasses. Had he not had the stupidest grin on his face Arthur might have considered him...handsome. At first he thought that because of they way the man had entered so casually it was the Marshall, but the tan uniform and the American flag stitched boldly onto the man's bomber jacket clearly said to him, 'I am not a British soldier, in fact, I'm an American.' Arthur frowned, first, at the other's rudeness and second, because it dawned on him that he would be working with this man for longer than he cared to think about.

     When Alfred got into the room, he was surprised to find someone already sitting in the guest chair. The man was half turned toward him and staring in bewilderment with a pair of impossibly gorgeous emerald green eyes. He was a smaller man with blonde shaggy hair that can be considered well kept. In fact, Alfred who had barely known this man for ten seconds, thought it suited him quite well. It made him cuter than he already was.

     “I think I'm in love.”--”Who the bloody hell are you?” both spoke at once. Arthur paused, “What?” Alfred grinned cheekily and put both hands behind his head. “Ohhh nothing~.” The Brit stared suspiciously, cleared his throat, and politely stood to face the other. “Again, who are you?”

     “Alfred Jones, nice t'meet ya!” he said cheerfully extending his hand. Ooohh his British accent is sexy~! Arthur scoffed slightly and shook hands with the other. “Arthur Kirkland.” At this moment the Marshall came in through his door causing both men to jump slightly in surprise. They both saluted immediately. “Well, it's nice to see that you gentlemen have already met each other.” He walked past the two soldiers behind his desk and sat, beckoning them over. Both went and realizing that there was only one chair, moved it aside, and proceeded to stand in front of the desk. “My name is unimportant because you will be referring to me as sir for your entire duration at this base, am I understood?”

     “Yes, sir.” they said in unison.

     “Now, I understand that you are both Group Captains.”

     “Yes, sir.”

     “As of today your groups are going to be combined and you will work together to lead your men into battle. It's a bloody mess out there and we need strong leaders like you to guide the Allies to victory. Starting tomorrow morning at 0500 sharp you'll be training with your platoon. I expect teamwork and excellent behavior from both of you. Any shenanigans and I assure you that your lives and the lives of your men once you hit the battle field will be short. As team captains I suggest you room together. The stronger the bond the stronger the team. High Tea starts at 1800 in the mess hall, don't be late. Dismissed.”

     “Yes, sir!”

     They both left the office together with their belongings and walked toward the barracks, luckily for Arthur, in silence. But, that luck was short lived because the deafening pitch of silence was too much for the young American. “I can't believe they're only giving us tea not dinner. What a bunch of crap huh?” The Englishman groaned. “High Tea is dinner you bloody git.”

 


AN: Sorry it's kind of short. I wanted it to be like an introduction to ease people into it without a cliffhanger first ya know? Leave comment please! :) It's always nice and it helps me write more. Oh and 0500 = 5:00am and 1800 = 6:00pm just in case ya'll don't know military time ^_^

 


I photo shopped!
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ninjasneaky
I photo shopped a picture cuz I was bored XD woop!

 
 

Ermmm
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ninjasneaky

Do I even need words? XD
That's All. Up for grabs if you want it :)

Edit: fairykingaub  made a better one :D


Yikes man. People are mean.. *sigh* If I didn't love hetalia so much i'd totally leave the hetalia community. :/ but what can you do right? I guess it's my bad, but I deleted the post. ugh.. i'm really not in a good mood anymore.

Icon Splurge
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ninjasneaky
     I can officially say that Hetalia made me love the world a lot more than I did. I thought all humans were pigs and that the apocalypse couldn't come sooner. But when I think of Hetalia, I think of the culture of people and it makes me happy. For example, I actually have pride for the United States now, because of America. He makes me think of what we are down to the very roots of it and it makes me think, "well I guess this country isn't that bad." Haha. So yeah, Thanks for Hetalia. The UN should watch it. I wonder what they'd think. Anyways, I went on a splurge for icons :D I'm going to share some of my favs cuz I can't upload them all on here unfortunately. I hope you like them. This whole heart idea is super cute in my opinion. <33333

 

And Thus, I love the world :D

Love,
                  The Queen

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