June 15th, 2010


[FanFic] I Can Give You Gatsby

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
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.


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

All of them you lazy author! >:D
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[FanFic] I Can Give You Gatsby: USxUK scene

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
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..."

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    I can give you gatsby <3