#aph Fanfiction

[aph-america]

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commission by @jestermarotte for my amerus fic Shoot For The Moon

enjoy ✨💫🌠

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

😈😈 I’m cooking up some comics. Anyways “To Prevent Consequence” is the title for my American Revolution arc in Nor’easter verse. The first of these I made back in April to help introduce major characters in this arc in a fun way. I will note that these “cheat sheets” are an oversimplification of positions at the beginning of the American Revolution. I’ll keep this as a navigational post, and I’ll try to update it as each comic page comes out. Also links to all my comics can be found here & you can follow the tags #tpc comic for updates on the comic.

Denise/Quebec & Thomas/ Nova Scotia belongs to my friend ekuos.art on Instagram.

Also feel free to ask questions!

For reference, these are the chapters that I have mostly completed as of August 2024:

The End: Most of the 13 colonies see no other option, but to agree with their people and declare independence from Arthur thus putting their lives on the line. However some colonies remain on the fence. Furthermore, the colonies can’t seem to agree upon one of their own to lead them, or really have as a figurehead. In general the colonies can’t seem to even decide if they want to be independent together, or strike it out on their own. Henry (Massachusetts), a fierce advocate of independence, and an advocate of remaining together proposes that his cousin Alfred Jones, who was once Plymouth colony (yet his exact role in the present is unclear), be their figurehead while they unite together. However Henry & Alfred face great opposition from their peers.

The Ashes: Following the Battle of Long Island, Jennie Van Slyke (New York State) wakes up in Albany, hurt and disoriented. There she finds her longtime rival and now ally in independence, Henry with her.

lol I realize the font is small in case you needed a close up here it is.

Other notes:

You may be familiar with the Haudenosaunee as the Iroquois Confederacy, some suspect the name Iroquois comes from an insult and was later adapted by colonists. I put their names in their respective languages so Mr. Seneca (O-non-Dowa-Gah), Mr. Mohawk (Kaniek’kehá:ka), Mr. Onondaga (Onoñda’gegá”), Cayuga (Gayoghó:no’), Oneida (Onyota’a:ka), & Ms. Tuscarora (Skarùr:re).

Mr. Cherokee = Mr. Anigiduwagi

Mr. Mohican = Mr. Muhhekunneuw. Also Lynn/ NYC’s biological father

I focus mostly on settler colonial histories. I try my best to research and understand indigenous histories, but as this is a piece of fiction and I’m not a historian - I will be prone to error in my work. If you notice something egregious in this regard & have sources to lead me to, do let me know via private message.

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[paikothecateater]

fluffy ass anko family sunday evening where they exist in peace and comfortable silence is my everything

Alright, well I'll try to add to this.

It's 7pm on a casual Sunday evening, Iceland is laying across the living room sofa having a quiet conversation with Mr. Puffin who was snuggled up on his chest. Norway had been perched up on the window seat for about an hour now, reading and occasionally throwing withering glares at the aforementioned puffin. Denmark had been stuck at the dining table with countless boring looking papers sprawled out in front of him. He had spent most of his day hunched over these damn papers. His vision had begun getting all fuzzy as a result of the reading glasses he'd had on all day. He'd occasionally cast glances at the other two, the sight of Iceland talking to his puffin like a child giving him enough positive reinforcement to keep going. He turns to look at them once again, but is met with the sight of Iceland almost exactly next to him, Mr. Puffin cradled in his arms. Denmark removes the annoying glasses to properly look at him managing a small smile.

Iceland wordlessly takes a seat right next to Denmark who almost immediately absentmindedly wraps an arm around him.

"you need something, Ice?"

"you've been sitting here for a really long time."

"yep, miss me already?"

Iceland rolls his eyes, but he doesn't manage to fight off a smile. Denmark pulled him in gently and kissed his forehead.

"I just wanted to know if you were almost done."

Denmark rubbed his eyes with a huge groan.

"not even close."

He puts the glasses down on one of the piles of papers and gets up.

"I'm not going to get anything done at this rate."

He pulls Iceland out of his seat and leads him over to the living room. Denmark all but throws himself on the sofa with a sigh. Iceland took a seat on the floor by the sofa. Norway sat up in the window seat in a pose that could only be described as cat-like.

Denmark rubs his temples to try to get rid of the pounding headache he'd gotten from both the glasses and the stress he'd accumulated over the course of the whole day.

Iceland reached over to sympathetically brush Denmark's hair back.

With a sigh, Norway finally got down from the window seat and headed to the kitchen. He grabbed Denmark a glass of water and a cold pack for the headache as well as a bottle of painkillers. He walked over to Denmark and handed him the water and medicine while strapping the cold pack onto his head. Much like Iceland, Norway also wasn't a fan of seeing his older brother so tired.

Both he and Iceland managed to climb up next to Denmark and snuggle up to him. Despite it only being 8:30pm, the three found themselves drifting off, the comfort of having two of his favourite people in the world all snuggled up in his arms almost completely eradicated any stress or anxiety he felt about needing to finish the paperwork. Mr. Puffin seemed to be the only one left awake and he was more than happy being cradled by Iceland for a whole night, so he wasn't going to be the one to wake him or the others. Even Norway's presence couldn't bother him right now and vise-versa Norway had even begrudgingly reached over to pet him.

Of course the three would be in complete agony the next day given the awkward position their bodies had been in the whole night, but that couldn't possibly matter right now.

All that mattered was that despite everything, they were together, they were safe and nothing could force them apart at this moment.

[lithugraph]

1869. After a failed part in a failed rebellion, Lithuanian noble Tauras Laurinaitis flees his homeland rather than risk being sent to Siberia. Guilt-ridden, he is determined to keep the memory of his country alive the only way he can: printing and smuggling books in a language now outlawed by the Russian Empire. But what happens when he catches the eye of a certain Prussian gendarme? Will Tauras be able to keep his smuggling, and his past, a secret?

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: APH Lithuania, APH Prussia, APH Estonia, APH Latvia, APH Russia, APH Poland, APH Netherlands, APH Denmark, APH Germany

Pairings: PruLiet with some past LietPol

[artist-kili]

Sounding good?

[another-mexico-oc]

Hola, ¿qué tal? Hace tiempo que no nos vemos 😅 Además de estar enfocada en mi trabajo y mis proyectos personales, últimamente he practicado mi escritura, y es por eso que inicie el año con una historia sencilla y corta, así como lo hice el año pasado con "Ahora toca a mí salvarte".

Así que están cordialmente invitados a echarle un vistazo al primer capítulo, y dejarle un like, un comentario, o una crítica constructiva :)

SINOPSIS DEL FANFIC: Gakuen Hetalia AU. El Club Fiesta es uno de los clubs escolares más curiosos de la World Academy W, y para poder entrar hay una sola regla: Solo se permiten latinos. ¿Podrá cierto estadounidense infiltrarse a alguna de sus reuniones para saciar su curiosidad?, ¿y a qué otros países terminará involucrando?

ENLACES:

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Ghosts

"Do you ever think we're ghostlike?"

"Ghostlike?" Arthur says as he lights his cigarette.

They sit together at one of England's many beaches when Afonso brings it up.

"Like flying mint bunny.."

"Leave him out of this"

Afonso laughs.

How Arthur like! To get protective over something so harmless!

He'd never admit to it but he can see Arthur being an overbearing parent. He understands Alfred but he'd also seen just how heartbroken Arthur had been to see one of his youngest rebel..

"But- do you?"

"I have no idea"

They sit in silence before Afonso breaks it.

"I just don't think anyone ever knows us as we are - in whole. We're ghosts. Shadowy and present.. but not really present? Does that make sense?"

"We have plenty influence"

"Not half as personal as them"

It takes him a minute - a few, actually.

Arthur won't ever admit to this but he is often painfully aware of just how tenuous everything is.

Even him and Afonso.

"Don't think we're all the worse off for it though"

"That we are not"

[vehwill]

Hi everyone! I finally decided to share my AU Vampire 2P RusIta fanfiction. ❗Warnings❗ Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Other ships in this fanfiction: America/England, England/France, Canada/France, North Italy/Spain, Germany/North Italy, Hungary/Female Prussia, Germany/Female Prussia My very good translator Niroki is about to finish translating chapter 9, but at the moment I have published 36 and written almost 40 in Italian, lol, sorry, it's a novel. Stop me. It's turning out to be a substantial work, I hope you enjoy it if you decide to take a look <3 Additional Tags: 2P Hetalia, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Human/Vampire Relationship, Rape, Drug Use, Torture, Blood and Gore, Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Soul Bond, Spirit Animals, Mating Bites, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Explicit Language, Mental Instability, Psychological Trauma, Kidnapping, Explicit Sexual Content, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

In the gloomy town of Batwick, North Dakota, life proceeds between some fights and drug trafficking. Luciano Vargas, a 23-year-old italian orphan, gets on as well as he can, doing the drug dealer for the inflexible boss Andrés Fernández Carriedo. One evening, after a coup gone wrong against a trio, Luciano accidentally meets a mysterious villa and its terrifying owner. Viktor Braginsky is not a normal human being: he is always accompanied by a crow and his teeth are strangely long, sharp. The two are entwined by a fate of blood, lust and death, but the trio of crazy plots revenge against the Italian. The German Lutz, however, is not at all happy to see the boy he loves taken away by a creature that risks killing him every time he's close. Luciano and Viktor can't resist in any way the call between the Upyr, the ancient russian vampire, and his Zhicayn', his chosen prey.

[aph-america]

Shoot For The Moon (AmeRus)

One week after a sexual encounter with a rouge cop, Ivan finds him knocking on his door.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 7,778 Heavily inspired by @smuttyandabsurd's one-shot 'Rocket Man'. It's such a hot read! Thank you for making me feral enough to write all of this. I also want to thank @jestermarotte for this art! I saw what they drew for the OG story and... I got even more feral and had to get more. Beautiful work!

Read here on Ao3 or below!

Ivan couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

He's helpless, unable to escape his encounter with that rogue cop in the Nevadan desert. Caught with a broken tail light, he's pulled over by an officer. One who's stare made his heart pulsate as he wrote him a ticket.

His offer for a bribe only backfired. Said officer had him out of his car and on his knees. Cock on eye level, with an offer to pleasure him to avoid arrest. Reluctantly, he found himself choking on his length. Afterwards, he was free to go, with only a piece of half chewed gum shoved in his mouth as a token of the act.

A piece of gum he chewed on the entire drive back.

At first he’s humiliated and disgusted with himself, but he can't stop his mind wandering. Relentless thoughts about how the younger man so easily got him on his knees. Without much hesitation of his body or language. No snarky remarks, only trembling lips that parted open when ordered.

Such a cocky, unfazed attitude is a rare occurrence. Most people found him intimidating. His height made him look down to have a conversation with the average fellow. But officer Jones didn’t flitch. There’s no scared gleam in his eyes, he only saw his reflection in his sunglasses. The sight of him on his knees, waiting for instructions. Every time he had an erection, he fought touching it. He couldn’t stomach the idea of him jerking off to such an asshole.

One day, when Ivan was finally beginning to move on, he got a knock on his doorbell.

Going down the stairs of his condo, he didn’t bother to check the peephole as he opened the door. His friendly expression turned into shock when he saw the officer. Here, standing at his doorway. Wearing the exact same uniform and glasses. He’s still as tan and handsome as he first remembered him.

“Hey Russki. Mind if I come in?”

Ivan didn’t respond. Aghast expression, questioning his reality. The world is spinning. Lacking a reply, Alfred pushed himself in anyway.

“I’mma take your silence as a yes.” Officer still had that low, southern drawl that Ivan couldn’t escape out of his head. He’s still smacking his jaw with that mint gum. His hands were in his pockets, his way of attempting to appear less intimidating.

“I-I… Uh…” Ivan stuttered as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t want anyone in the neighborhood to get noisy and see a cop at his doorstep. People had a habit of gossiping. He swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment to compose himself.

“Sir, may I ask, what are you doing here?” He opened back his eyes, wide with confusion. Quiet voice as he didn’t want to appear confrontational. His heart raced from fear of whatever this officer could be at his doorstep for. Ivan worries he’s committed another crime. Giving the officer an excuse for even more devious acts.

“I came to apologize. And take you on a date.”

Ivan shook his head in confusion, eyebrows shot up. He’s hearing this man wrong. He had to be. Especially the proposal of a date. He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater.

“I-I’m sorry. Excuse me?" His voice is exacerbated by bewilderment.                                        

Alfred sighed, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “Listen. I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya’. At all. You’re special. That mouth of yours is somethin’ different. That body of yours is different. The way you get on your knees is…” Alfred relieved his perfect grin, with his tongue licking his canine. As if he’s predator salivating over his prey.

“I should of been a lil’ nicer to ya’. Sooo…. I’m sorry.”

Ivan’s mouth went dry as he stared at the ground. He processed what the officer had said. His thoughts cranked as his brain tried to put together the puzzle of a situation he’s in.

“You…” He began, looking back up. “You are… sorry, for making me suck you off… on the side of the highway…?” He reiterated the scene to the officer. He kept having to take pauses to push out the full reply.

“Yes, well, uh, I didn’t make ya’, but I shouldn’t have done that. I should have, like… ate your ass in my patrol car or somethin’.” Alfred scratched the back of his neck, his body language for the first time displaying a sense of guilt.

Ivan scoffed, raising a brow. What an entertaining sentence. “Didn’t make me? Oh sir, so when you had me go on my knees and took your cock out, that was not an order?” He recalled, shaking his head.

Alfred shook his head back. “No. I was just sayin’ if you didn’t wanna be arrested, you could just suck me off. If you said no I would have just arrested you.” He retold his point of view.

Ivan narrowed his eyes with an irritated expression. He found the officer's defense of his actions almost cartoonish in humor. Like that, a real person wouldn't utter these words. This had to be a weird wet dream from all the nights replaying the day in his head.

“Well. Sir, you didn’t have to arrest me at all.” Ivan argued, still trying to stay respectful. This cop already proved to behave in an unpredictable manner. A wrong sentence ended Ivan with him on his knees on the side of the road. And a mouth filled with spit and semen.

“Uh, yes I should have.” Alfred put his hands on his waist, above his holstered gun. “Bribing a cop is a felony.” He explained, tilting his head and raising a brow. He chewed on his gum loudly. “Ya’ probably would have gotten fired from your fancy aerospace job.” The cop then stood straight, slipping his hands back into his pockets. His toothy grin appeared on his face. It made Ivan tense up.

“So tell me. If you could go back in time, would ya’ rather me arrest you. Or would ya’ rather gotten on your knees?” His southern drawl lowered at the last words. There's a cockiness in his voice that only Ivan could dream of possessing.

Ivan stayed silent. He looked down to the floor. To his left and his right. Back to the ceiling. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He had no comeback, as there’s truth in the officer’s statement. He rather have a repeat of that then sitting in the back of his car, wearing handcuffs. Another part that caused him to be speechless is the sheer absurdity of the conversation. The man isn’t prepared to reply to such ridiculous questions. His mind isn’t producing any sharp, witty responses. Only stutters and attempts to form composure.

“Wait… Did you come here all the way from Reno?” Memory of what city he was heading to that day made him question the cops sanity. “That is two hours away!” He closed his eyes and shook his head again. Another check on the list of what was wrong with this officer.

“Well, it’s really one hour with the sirens on.” Alfred responded, snorting with a raised brow. More snapping his gum with his jaw. Eyes still hidden under his aviators.

“You, you came one hour to say sorry, in hopes that it would win you a date?” Ivan crossed his arms and leaned in while he questioned the shorter man.

“Uh, yeah?” Alfred replied as if it’s a no brainer. A silly question.

Ivan put his face in his hands, releasing a breath as he shook his head in shock more. The conversation is getting more incredulous each second.

“I’m sorry officer. But, what in the world… Would make you think… That I would go on a date with you?” Ivan asked in a despairing voice. ‘Do I really look as if I have no self respect? Is my lack of self esteem visible?’ Ivan scrutinized himself and how he appeared to others. He saw the light. He must secretly reek of desperation.

“‘Cause I know you liked it.” Alfred shrugged, his aura unbothered. As if everything he said is an undeniable fact.

Ivan scoffed, his mouth parting open. Offended would be an understatement. He tensed up as he crossed his arms again, his fingers digging into his own skin. Blood rushed to his pale face.

“No I did not! How dare you!” He dropped the polite act, as the officer had lost any sense of respect from Ivan at this point.

The officer only laughed at Ivan’s reaction, entertained by it. “Oh, yes you did, lil Russky. Ugh…” Alfred put his hands on his heart, his shoulders drooping as he leaned in. His smile wobbled, his body language read as a heart stricken boy.

“The way you sucked my cock… Slurped it up… and ugh…” He let out a groan and threw his head back. “You started grabbing my hips to steady yourself…” Alfred stood up straight again, hands in pockets.

“You don’t suck cock like that unless ya’ wanna.” Smirking, he chewed his gum. He had a gorgeous smile, one that Ivan had the urge to knock out.

Ivan’s entire face and ears burned as Alfred gushed about his giving head skills. He’s disgusted, yet intrigued. No man has spoken about him in such a manner. He didn’t know how to react to a man pinning after him, and describing him with vulgar language. Even his ex boyfriend wasn’t that graphic.

His pink lips trembled. Ivan wanted to scream at Alfred to go away. That he’s an idiot and a pervert. Nevertheless;

“You do not know what you are talking about…” Was the only response Ivan could muster. In a pathetic tone, one that isn't convincing. He watched Alfred’s face, and despised the sunglasses. He couldn’t read the man with the pair on. But he could see his own reflection. He witnessed how red his cheeks burned. Embarrassment gave him butterflies.

Alfred licked his canine, chuckling again from the display. “I know I’m tellin’ the truth. Because here I got, a thirty year old man. Three feet taller than me, blushing like a schoolgirl.” Alfred’s accent made Ivan feel a sensation in his lower half that he did not want to address. He spoke smooth, with an effortless demeanor. As if nothing is a big deal. Half charming, half infuriating to Ivan.

“Ya’ know, when I like someone, I’m quite the service top.”

Ivan is thankful when Alfred admitted that, since it got him out of his meek blushing. Instead, a humorless laugh escaped his lips from the absurdity of the claim. Ivan put one hand on his beating chest, and another on his hip. He rolled his eyes with disapproval.

“The man, who left me kneeling on the side of the road, is a service top? Ha!” Ivan put his hands on his temples in disbelief. He wondered what it’s like to walk through the world this delusional. So full of one’s self.

Alfred showed frustration at being laughed at. He crossed his arms for the first time, puffing out his chest. “I am! Don’t laugh at me!”

“You, ha, treated me like a cheap whore!”

“Uh, so did you when ya’ offered me fuckin’ three hundred dollars to get out of a ticket!” Alfred defended himself, eyebrow raised, cocky smirk replaced with a snarl.

Ivan shook his head, letting out a few weak chuckles. “That’s not…” he stopped, not bothering to continue this conversation. He took a deep breath to relax his nerves. He placed his hands together and closed his eyes. He returned to using a softer voice, deciding it’s time for this officer to take his leave.

“Alfred.” He began, “I… appreciate you coming to apologize. That is very nice of you. So. I hope you have a good day, and I am sorry for causing you any trouble.” He offered a fake smile, praying it would get this lying cop out of his house.

“Aw, come on, don’t be that way. I know ya’ want me.” Another chew of his gum, and reveal of his white teeth.

Ivan scoffed, shaking his head. “What… What is it like to walk around the world with such audacity? With such arrogance?” The Russian is close to speechlessness. “Are there cameras somewhere? Is this a joke? Is someone going to jump out and offer me a million dollars?” He wondered if a sick joke was being played on him. What a weird sense of humor some folks have.

“I don’t got a million dollars, but I got a mouth I wanna put all over you.” Alfred’s way of biting back is dirty talking back. He desired to see that blushing face again. He took it a step further.

“I bet I could get you moanin’ and tremblin’ without even takin’ your clothes off.” He said it smooth, zero hesitation in his voice. Tongue licked his canine, as if he’s signaling to Ivan he wanted his meal now. Ivan groaned and argued with that accusation more. The pair went back and forth, with Alfred issuing an offer when Ivan kept insisting that wasn't true.

“Ya’ know what? How ‘bout this. I’ll leave, and I won’t bother you again. If, and only if, you admit to me right now that I could. You just don’t want me to prove it.” He stepped closer to Ivan, his hand on the cuffs attached to his belt. The silver matched his watch. 

“Say, Officer Jones. You could make me melt. I just don’t wanna do it right now~” He said in a teasing voice. His smirk is mischievous, as he isn’t letting Ivan get off easily. “I’ll go. But deny it to my face? I’mma have to handcuff you and bend you over that nice sofa of yours to prove it.” His fingers gripped his cuffs, leaning into the red faced Russian in front of him.

“Say it.”

Ivan couldn’t stomach it. He glared at the younger and shorter man in front of him. Such presumptuousness, audacity, and rudeness. He’s never met a man so cocky, yet so correct. He didn’t want to admit the truth. Even if it would lead up to it being proved anyway. Perhaps a part of him wanted it, but feared asking. He leaned in as well, arms crossed with a raised brow.

“Officer Jones…” His eyes narrowed. “Go fuck yourself.” Ivan spat out, harshness in his tone.

Alfred only let out a deep laugh, shaking his head.

“Oh? You really are a lil’ freak. Go be a good boy and bend over there.” Alfred ordered, pointing to the couch. Ivan stayed still, his heart beating a mile a minute. The cop would have to try a bit harder to get him in such a way.

When Ivan didn’t move, Alfred’s grin turned into a grimace. “I said, get over there. Now!” he hissed, in a similar fashion to when last week. How he ordered Ivan to get out of the car and on his knees. He lowered his head, giving Ivan the opportunity to see his eyes. He’s met with furious baby blues, which finally causes him to flinch and do as he’s told. With a pout, he got on his knees on the sofa. His legs hung off as he rested his arms on the top of the furniture. Alfred scrolled along, whistling and swinging his cuffs with his finger.

He walked behind the couch to meet Ivan face to face again. Before cuffing him, he offered Ivan one more moment of mercy. “I’ll give ya’ one more chance.” He said, truthful. A man of his word. Ivan kept quiet, the only movement was the pout on his lips. They were pink and there for Alfred to bruise.

“Mm. Alright. Put ya’ hands behind ya’ back.” He ordered, but gave Ivan a small snatch underneath his chin. The gentle touch made Ivan tense up. He put his hands behind his back, nuzzling his face into the back of his leather sofa. He felt cold metal around his wrist and a click. And with that, he’s cuffed. His behind sticking out with easy access, Alfred could get away with doing whatever he wanted. To Ivan’s surprise, the officer gently massaged his cheeks. It’s a Saturday, so Ivan’s wearing loungewear. His pants were a thin, soft cotton. It made it easy to squeeze all the fat he held there.

The officer kept up the tender touches. His strong hands went down to rub his thighs. Ivan’s body is malleable. The pressure from Alfred’s fingers up and down his legs, and now to his back relaxed him. Up his arms, to his shoulders. He hadn’t expected Alfred to be so careful, but that isn’t a complaint. Lovers were rarely gentle with him, a fact that he not only hated but hated to admit.

The Russian hummed softly, closing his eyes as he relaxed. The officer even began to run his fingers through his hair, which won him a tiny smile. A man playing with his soft, gray locks could make him purr like a kitten. Since Alfred was behind him, he didn’t get to see the officer take his sunglasses off, relieving his eyes. He placed his pair on top of Ivan’s for safe keeping. He barely noticed, his mind preoccupied by how careful Alfred’s touches were.

Giving his gum a final chew, he took the wrapper he saved in his pocket and folded it inside. Sticking it back in his pocket to throw out later, he got on his knees. Face to level with Ivan’s ass, he groped the squishy fat. “You got the ass of a chick. It’s crazy. So soft…” Alfred praised. He began with the behavior that would turn Ivan’s purring into trembling. Holding his hips, he placed a kiss on Ivan’s asscheek. It wasn’t a peck, he moved his lips and touched as if he’s making out. He licked over the thin cotton fabric, paying it no mind. His mouth treated Ivan’s body as if he was naked. Kisses down his thighs, his thumbs pressing into his sides.

Ivan kept his eyes closed, biting his lip as he fought to make any sounds that’d hint that he’s enjoying himself. He only released deep breaths, but it’s enough to encourage Alfred. Ivan feared that the officer's heavy petting would be enough to win his bet. Sadly, it’s been nearly two years since he’s been intimate with someone. His ex left him heartbroken with a bruised self esteem. He decided to drown himself with his career, distract himself with a luxury car and expensive clothes. Avoid going to bars and dating apps. He didn’t need anyone; he’d take care of himself! But with every lick, touch, and grab from the younger man, it proved otherwise. He couldn’t provide himself with the intimacy he desired. Sensation of love making can't be replaced with a fancy watch.

Alfred pushed Ivan’s sweater, revealing his back. The officer slowly kissed up, dragging his lips as he suckled on his pale skin. Each kiss matched the ones from earlier: deep and slow. His tongue drew circles, adding extra saliva. One hand held up his sweater, and the other kept a firm grip on his ass. This finally caused a few moans to escape Ivan’s lips. Embarrassed, he hid his red face on the couch. But it’s useless, he could feel Alfred’s smirk against his skin. The officer knows he’s winning this battle.

He took it a step further when he pulled down the collar of Ivan’s sweater. Exposing his neck, his hot wet mouth sucked on the back. Alfred’s face nuzzled Ivan’s gray soft locks, while his lips and tongue went to work on leaving hickeys. This won gasps from the Russian, whose legs began to shake. The officer discovered his ultimate weakness: his neck.

Nothing made Ivan melt faster than lips or hands around his neck. The less he could breath, the stronger the orgasm.

“Ah, ha…” He gasped, biting his lip. He regretted it, as he could hear the cop chuckle in his ear. A hot tongue went up his lobe, sucking on it. Ivan tensed up, his wrist yanking against the cuffs. An erection grew, one he prayed Alfred didn’t peek.

“Oh… Haha… Your neck a sweet spot, huh?” The officer asked in a husky voice, returning to sucking on his neck. Ivan’s lips trembled, legs tensing up from the jolts of pleasure. Sharp breathes spilling from his lips, he’s losing to Alfred more every moment. How wrong he was to question the officer.

He’s relieved from Alfred’s neck kisses, but only to get tortured further. Alfred went back to rubbing his thighs and asscheeks. Kneeling down again, he spread his ass cheeks and dropped some spit. Which landed on the area exactly where his asshole is. The fabric wet, Alfred rubbed his thumb over it. This instantly rewarded him with tiny cries from his crush. Alfred could feel Ivan’s puckered hole underneath the thin cotton. Feeling devious, he offered a few licks between his ass.

“Oh… oh…” Ivan cried, giving up on hiding his moans. It’s all such a tease- to be touched so intimately but with a barrier. He could feel Alfred’s tongue on his hole, but he yearned for the pants to be pulled down. To not just feel a hot breath in between cotton, but a wet, moist lick. So close, yet so far from true pleasure.

Alfred’s hand did a quick swipe to check for an erection on Ivan. When confirmed, he stood up straight. Desiring playful confrontation, he walked over to the other side of the couch. Now facing Ivan, he used one hand to hold it. Alfred viewed his red face, with trembling pink lips. Those violet eyes kept glancing down, too shy to meet the officers. The aviators that Alfred had placed on Ivan’s head for safe keeping were still there. Cushioned with Ivan’s soft gray locks, the officer plucked them from his head and returned to wearing it. Ivan would have to wait again for an opportunity to see Alfred’s baby blues.

“So, you gunna tell me I was right or not?” He mocked with pride. A toothy grin, showing off his cockiness. How could he not be? He managed to talk his way into getting his crush handcuffed and bent over the couch. Said crush is now moaning and squirming under him. This only encouraged such proud behavior. His thumb rubbed on Ivan’s lower lip.

“Come on, baby doll. Where’s your manners? A man of the law is talkin’ to ya’.” Ivan isn’t sure if he’s thankful that Alfred had ceased calling him ‘Russkie’. It had been replaced by baby doll, and he hadn’t decided if it’s humiliating or arousing. He avoided glancing up. Alfred’s voice dripped with condescension.

“...I like it…” Ivan confessed, as Alfred wouldn’t shut up until admitted. Eye leveled to the officers crotch again, he saw a large bump pressing against his pants. He fought back the urge to stick out his tongue. As if his mouth desired to be filled by it.

“Mm, you want more?”

Ivan nodded, closing his eyes. It’s all he wanted. More.

“Well, then you gotta tell me. Say, ‘Sir, can you please put your tongue up my ass?’” Alfred came with zero mercy. His cuffed crush would need to beg for any touch. Respectfully.

Ivan’s lips trembled again, his face burning from arousal and embarrassment. He couldn’t recall a time a man spoke to him in such a manner. So dominating, yet playful. Clearly in charge, but had a sweetness to it. He finally looked, meeting Alfred’s gaze. Again, he only saw his reflection behind the aviators. On his knees, face red, just as the week prior. Instead of Alfred having his hand on his cock, he’s caressing his face. He preferred this sight.

“... Sir, can you please put your tongue up my ass…?” He caved, muttering such shameful words. He couldn’t lie anymore, he’d say anything to feel Alfred’s face pressed between his legs. His lips kissing down his bare thighs, his tongue on his needy hole.

The officer licked his canine. Ivan questioned how those teeth would feel on his neck. Alfred leaned in, with Ivan able to smell the mint on his breath again. It took him for the first time; how Alfred had leaned inside his car. How the smell of mint and aftershave hit his nose. How his heart raced out of fear; nervous about the interaction with the cop who pulled him over.

His heart raced now for different reasons.

“Oh, baby doll, I’ll give you whatever you ask for.”

Alfred bent over to give a hot, strong kiss. Their lips moved against each other, with Alfred’s tongue pushing inside him Ivan could taste the mint, and it brought him back to their first kiss. Instead this time, he isn’t frozen in shock like before. He matched Alfred’s energy and aided in a passionate make out.

Standing straight, he walked back behind Ivan. He grabbed the waist of his pants, pushing them down to his knees. Finally exposed is his asscheeks, with Alfred whistling at the sight before him.

“God damn…” He groaned, squeezing Ivan’s bare cheeks. He chuckled when he spread them, revealing his hole. “Aw, ain’t this pretty and pink…” He purred, teasing Ivan as he rubbed it with his thumb. It won him a gasp, with him reacting with a smirk and a slap to his cheek. “Now, these cheeks I think need some color…” Another hard smack, with Ivan tensing and crying out. He adored getting spanked. Other than his neck, it’s another tactic to make him melt.

“You like that?”

Smack

“Mhm…” Ivan agreed in a weak moan. Carnal needs overtaking all pride to fight.

“Well, ain’t you a lil’ slut…” Alfred hissed, grabbing Ivan by the back of the head. He yanked it back, causing Ivan to whimper. “Ow… I am not a slut…” He argued, his tone sounding hurt. Lips pouting, he worried that these interactions would cause Alfred to think less of him. Even if it sounded crazy, Ivan usually wouldn’t let just any man handcuff him in his living room. Alfred is simply an…exception.

“Heh. It’s okay if you a little bit of a whore. I don’t judge.” Alfred spoke, letting go of Ivan’s hair.

“... I have not had sex in two years…” Ivan confessed, hiding his face in the sofa out of embarrassment.

Alfred blinked, tensing up. “Uh, really…?” He questioned, his bow raised. His hand ran down his back and rested on his crush’s hip.

“... Yes…”

Alfred’s expression went guilty, his lips pursing. His thumbs massaged Ivan’s hips. Soft skin under his strong hands. “Oh, uh… I guess ya’ more innocent than I thought…” He let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry for assuming you're a nasty lil’ freak.”

Ivan shrugged, his face still nuzzling the sofa. “I can be… I just… Not all the time. You were being gentle, I… I really liked it…” He confessed. Even cuffed up and bent over, he’s weak to gentle touches and care. He craved them, they were rare in his world.

Alfred raised a brow, going to his pocket to reach for his key. Unlocking the cuffs, he threw them aside. Along with his sunglasses. Hands free, Ivan grabbed the sofa back and rested his arms. He felt Alfred’s fingers go up his sides, pushing up his entire sweater. He leaned, his lips going at Ivan’s neck again. All the kisses were sweet like before. Cock throbbing, he’s close to begging for contact.

“Is that what ya' want? You want me to treat you all sweet and gentle?” The officer purred, nipping at his earlobe. Ivan nodded, humming as he tensed under him. His body burned, this desire unfathomable. He couldn’t recall the last time a man made him want to give everything he could. Submit in every form possible, handing over all control. He didn’t want to think, command, or boss around. He needed a man to take charge. Put him in his place in a way no one else could.

Ivan couldn’t see Alfred’s eyes narrow, as all the pieces came together. “Y'know what? I think I get your deal. You like being treated all sweet. You just embarrassed ‘bout it, so you need a little, uh, push.” He explained, chuckling in Ivan’s ear. Such an accurate analysis left Ivan whining.

“You want someone to treat you like a precious lil’ thang? I bet most don’t. They think you can’t break, huh?” He teased, his tongue wetting Ivan’s neck. Ivan’s fully in his grasp, as there’s no going back. Alfred had him.

“Sorry for the spanks. I’ll be nicer to that fat ass of yours.”

Ivan whined, shaking his head. He didn’t need Alfred thinking he disliked it. “No, I- I love it. I do not mind you being… A little rough…” He spoke honestly. Love making mixed in with spanking and neck bites were perfect. Not too vanilla, it made him feel cared for yet submissive in the perfect blend. He couldn’t recall the last time a man could fuck him in such a mixture.

“Mmm, sugar with some spice, huh?” Alfred teased, standing straight and adding another hit to Ivan’s ass. Such strong arms made it sting. He kneeled again, his face inches away from Ivan’s behind. “I got you. Don’t worry.” His husky voice said, with a drawl. Wasting no time, he stuck out his tongue and gave a long lick between his cheeks. The tip of his tongue swirled the hot ring of flesh. This sent waves of pleasure through Ivan’s lower half. He squeezed the sofa top, throwing his head back to look behind him. All he could see was his bright blond hair, and his hands squeezing his ass.

Alfred’s kisses on his hole mocked the one he got planted earlier. Hot, wet, passionate. The officer groaned, offering a hard slap on Ivan’s ass. His kisses went down to his hanging pair, giving his delicate sac suckles. More deep kisses on his cheeks, clearly attempting to leave a hickey. Enthusiastic would be the best word to describe Alfred. He had vigor in every hit, kiss, and lick. Everywhere his tongue went, not leaving a single part of his ass or upper thighs without a kiss. He used both hands to smack Ivan’s cheeks, winning a cry of pleasure. Ivan could feel the hot breath of groans on his ass. He couldn’t question if Alfred was enjoying himself as the officer smothered his face in his behind.

Both of their moans and gasps for air filled the room. Alfred began to talk in an almost desperate tone. “You're so fuckin’ hot…” He panted, with Ivan feeling his hot breath on his hole. “You’re perfect…” He complimented, giving kisses to his cheeks. “God damn it!” He groaned, his tone switching from desperate to aggressive. He offered a hard hit to Ivan’s cheek, making the other man whimper. “I’mma make you mine.” Alfred then stood so he could lean over Ivan’s back. He held the taller man’s hips, as his tongue licked a bare spot on Ivan’s neck. Said bare spot got a hard bite, one that made Ivan squeeze the sofa and yell. His cock twitched, more bites to his neck and shoulder. His eyes watered; Alfred’s perfect smile was sharp. But even as a few tears dripped down his cheeks, he’d savor every bite. Every suggestion of possession. His heart raced, his body burned, his cock twitched. His needs are insatiable. They wouldn’t stop there. They couldn’t.

“I want you inside me…” Ivan begged in a breathless voice. Alfred responded by licking his neck and going to his ear. “You want me inside you? Fuck you like you’re mine?” His raspy voice made Ivan tense, he’s not used to such possessive language. He questioned if he should be checking Alfred’s tone and comments. The officer could be knocked down a peg or two.

Ivan gave Alfred a ‘shoo’ hand movement, signaling the man to remove his tongue and hands. “I will… grab what we need upstairs…” He said, attempting to stand. However, Alfred had other plans. He grabbed Ivan’s hips and flipped him over, causing him to fall back into the sofa. Leaning forward and getting between his legs, he used his hands to grab the underneath of Ivan’s thick thighs. Ivan wrapped his arms and legs around Alfred’s as a natural reaction. Being lifted in the air, Ivan began to panic. Anytime a man lifted him in such a manner, he’s dropped. He had no hope that the cop wouldn't have a similar story.

“Alfred! Put me down!” He demanded, swatting at Alfred’s shoulder. The officers' strength over powered Ivan’s whining, as he walked up the stairs. He carried Ivan as if he weighed nothing, Hands gleefully squeezed Ivan’s ass cheeks as he smirked. “Be quiet. I got you.”

“You’re going to drop me!” Ivan whined, holding Alfred tighter as his heart raced. Each step up the stairs caused his chest to tingle in fear. As if his body is waiting for Alfred to drop him. His breathing calms down when they finally make it up the stairs. In shock, he looks down at the officer. His arms are wrapped around his neck, with Alfred smiling up at him. His eyes were gentle, less intimidating without the sunglasses. His tan face had freckles adoring his nose and cheeks. A gentle smile on his lips for the first time. Ivan didn’t even notice that the officer had brought him to his bedroom. Caressing his face, he lets out a yelp as Alfred playfully throws Ivan on his bed.

He laughed as he bounced back, his legs spread as his hands ran across his own chest. Alfred licked his canine and smirked at him.

“Now, where ya' hide everything at?” He asked, raising a brow. Ivan rolled to his side and crawled to his dresser, as he reached for the bottom drawer. Alfred came behind, taking advantage of the position by running his fingers over the hickeys on Ivan’s thighs and ass. He could see a box of condoms in the drawer out of the corner of his eye.

“You said you haven’t fucked in a few years, but what you got all those condoms for?” He questioned, a brow raised. Ivan grabbed one and placed it next to him, along with some lube. “I said I haven’t had sex in two years, not that I haven’t had something inside me.” He addressed in a matter of fact tone. Alfred nodded, putting two and two together, his lips forming a quiet ‘oh’. Ivan rolled on his back, his eyes inspecting Alfred. “Now, why am I the only one naked?” He pouted. The officer was dressed, even his shirt hadn’t been unbuttoned much. Ivan yearned to see what’s underneath.

Alfred grinned, his fingers going to unbutton his uniform shirt. Ivan watched with his own little smile; he had fantasized about what the officer looked like naked. Now he’d bear witness if Alfred will fulfill or disappoint. The cop threw the uniform shirt on the floor, and then took off his white under shirt. Ivan bit his lip, Officer Jones was muscular. His intuition came via the muscles that he could see on his arms through his uniform. But shirtless he got to see Alfred’s full form. The officer caught his crushes stares.

“Like what ya' see?” He teased, eyeing Ivan’s erection. He crossed his legs to hide it.. “Mm. Maybe.” Ivan flirted. Alfred’s undoubtedly handsome, and he didn’t stop eyeing him while he dropped his trousers and boxers. He’s distracted by his half hard cock, it’s as big as he remembered it. His lips parted, having crude wishes.

Strong arms, chest, thighs- he could see how Alfred is able to lift him up the stairs. Lost in his staring, he’s interrupted by Alfred climbing on top of him. Leaning in, they exchanged a passionate kiss. Lips pressing against each other, Ivan ran his fingers through Alfred’s bright blond locks. He could feel sturdy hands on his hips. Groaning underneath the make out, the pair enjoyed the sensual moment. When Alfred pulled away, he offered a gentle smile. Ivan’s thumb traced his bottom lip. With his face so close, he got the pleasure of taking in Alfred’s features. Freckles, dimples on his cheeks, bright blue eyes. Full lips and soft hair.

“You know, you have a boyish face and gentle eyes. I think I understand why you wear those sunglasses all the time…” Ivan pointed out, winning his first blush out of Alfred. He giggled, pleased with himself that he made the charmer turn red.

“I know. This face ain’t intimidating.” His eyes flickered away as if he’s embarrassed about it.

“I like that.” Ivan said simply, a soft smile on his lips. Before he could say additional sweet talk, he got off of Ivan so he could roll him over. Ivan let out a laugh as he got to his knees. He heard Alfred squirt lube on top of his fingers and then felt the cold, wet liquid against his hole. “I hate how cold it is…” Ivan complained. He knew it wouldn’t take long to warm up soon, though.

“I know, lube is all gooey an' cold… Oil is better…” He agreed. “But, ya can’t use it with condoms… Unless…” He slipped in one finger, with Ivan humming as first before snorting out a laugh.

“Let you fuck me without a condom? That is funny…” He jested, sitting on his knees so he could hold onto the headboard of his bed. Alfred raised a brow to that reply, speeding up his fingering. It caused Ivan to let out tiny whines of pleasure.

“You would let me if I was your boyfriend…”

“You, my boyfriend? That’s even funnier.” The fingering kept Ivan’s voice from sounding too snarky.

Ivan gasped, gripping the headboard as he let Alfred finger him. He wouldn’t admit out loud, but he’s grateful to feel fingers that weren’t his own. It’s a luxury to throw his head back and let another man do the work. He felt kisses on his ass and thighs, the gentle care getting him to smirk. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he decided it’s his turn to push buttons.

“Mmm… If you'd done this to me last week, I would have gone on a date with you…” Ivan confessed, smirking as he pushed himself against Alfred’s fingers. He heard the cop whine, and grab one of his cheeks.

“What? Really?!” He whined as if Ivan made a shocking statement.

“Mhm…” Ivan raised a brow, finally able to see Alfred’s expression. He licked his lip. “And if you were a good boy during the date, I would probably take you back to the hotel…” The officer's jaw dropped, letting out a ‘what!’. He kept steady fingering him, but had an expression of disappointment on his face

“Mmm… And you know…” Ivan’s voice is husky as he mocked him, moans slipping out. “I work from home a lot. I could have come over a night or two this week…” He teased, with Alfred’s reaction priceless. He looked like a kicked puppy, as a whine escaped.

“What?! But, uh, you’ll come over now right?” There’s desperation in his voice. He sped up his fingering while his free hand massaged his ass cheek. Ivan’s cock twitched.

“Fuck no.” Ivan spat out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His lips parted while he moaned. Alfred is hitting all the right spots. He did his best to take control of the conversation.

“You want it? You must come here.” He stated, pointing down to his bed. And he meant it. There needed to be some punishment to hold over Alfred’s head. Currently, letting the officer fuck him in his own bed is not one of them. If anything, it probably made Alfred feel as if he’s off the hook.

“I’ll come over once I like you enough.”

More whines left Alfred’s mouth, his shoulder’s slumping. Ivan knew a mid twenties man, hearing that he could have banged Ivan several times in a matter of a week is shattering to his ego. Ivan personally didn’t find it to be a long time, but the sad noises from the other man showed he did.

“Alright…” He muttered, focusing on stretching Ivan out. The Russian could see in the corner of his eye his intense expression. As if his plan is to fuck Ivan as good as possible.

There’s no complaints from Ivan on that front.

Hot and bothered, he shooed Alfred’s hand. He then sat on his knees, his hands placed on the top of his pale thighs. “You can put on the condom.” He instructed, his voice breathless. He attempted to catch it as his heart raced. Ivan’s face flushed, as his own hand went to relieve the tension in his cock. A few gentle strokes even made him flex. He could hear the wrapper, while he tapped his fingers on his thighs and cock. He took a moment to reflect.

Was he really going to do this? Was this crazy? Irresponsible? Reckless? He’s using protection, he noted to himself. He’s in the safety of his own home, not on the side of the road. Alfred had respected any sexual request from Ivan. He did know Ivan’s address, which worried him if he ended up sucking in bed. He’d have to tell a cop who has his address to kick rocks!

‘Who cares. Let’s have fun…’ Ivan’s inner debate ended.

He turned his head to get a look at the officer. Scrambling to put a condom and lube on, violet eyes scanned his tan, muscular body. Ivan bit his lip as he grinned, deciding to lean into his lust. He even took it step further. “I want you to handcuff me again.” He asked, getting off by Alfred’s reaction. The younger man’s eyes went wide, with his perfect grin matching. With haste, Ivan got to see him go hunt for the cuffs. Conveniently they were in the pockets of his pants that were on the floor. Ivan put his hands behind his back without question, feeling the metal tighten on his wrist. A tiny gasp escaped, his cock twitching from excitement.

“Alright, c’mere!” Alfred said, gripping Ivan’s hips. Pulling him closer, this caused his head to fall into the pillows of his bed. Face down, ass up, a covered tip on his hole. Ivan took a deep breath to relax his nerves.

“Just tell me if I need to slow down, okay?” Alfred proceeded to push the tip of his cock inside him. Gentle and slow, he went a little deeper but paused when he heard a sharp gasp from Ivan.

“You okay…?” Alfred asked, his tone hushed but concerned. Ivan nodded, “Keep going…” Following his lead, he continued pushing inside of him. The tightness and warmth made Alfred groan, while the feeling of being so full caused a loud gasp out of Ivan.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed in Russian. Wheezing for air, the sensation was intense. His toys weren’t as big as the officer, and it had been so long with an actual man. He tensed around his cock once it’s fully inside, unable to restrain himself. His fingers circled up into fist. Gasping for air, he took a moment to relax himself. Alfred began to massage his ass and lower back, attempting to calm down his crush. He bit his lip as he looked down. “Fuck…” Alfred cursed, waiting for Ivan to give the go to start moving.

“You can move…” Ivan whined, nuzzling his face into the pillow. Alfred did so, starting his thrust carefully. Both hands on his waist, he joined in on the moaning. Little smacks against each other's flesh filled the room. One hand slid from his waist to the handcuffs around Ivan’s wrist. Alfred's hand tightened around, yanking it so he’d have more control. Ivan’s lips trembled, as the pleasure of being so full made it impossible to hide his reaction. He’s dreamed for someone to be deep inside of him, for a hard cock to press against spots that made him groan. For him to see stars, and have that desire to make it happen again. He yearned to yearn after someone. The way he’d crawl on a lover’s waist, give a pout and ask to be taken. To feel a man’s fingers dig into his hips, sharp teeth bite his neck and shoulder. All the sensations the officer gifted him. It all depended on how powerful the orgasm would be if he'd let the man grace his doorstep again.

The officer kept up a steady pace, never going hasty. He’d do a sharp thrust, pull away slowly, and slam back in. Each time making Ivan cry out. Alfred isn’t quiet himself, groans escaping his lips. The mattress creaked underneath them. Drips of Ivan’s own drool on his pillow, as his mouth gaped. He wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t last long. He felt full, with every inch of his body on fire. Naturally tensing around Alfred’s cock, it’s a feeling he missed and could never get used to.

Needing one more act to send him over the edge, he managed to verbalize a request. “Pull my hair!” His voice was out of breath. Ivan felt fingers comb through his hair before he’s yanked up. The pain of his hair being used to hold him up only aroused him. He could feel a hand gripping his waist. Fingers digging into his flesh. No restraint, Ivan let the orgasm take over him. His legs began to shake, unable to stay still. He pulled at the handcuffs, so hard that he’d probably have red marks on his wrist later. Unfiltered cries came out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. 

Alfred must have been able to tell he’s coming, as he sped up himself. He had uttered a few phrases earlier, but Ivan didn’t catch a word. All his mind could focus on were the waves of pleasure flowing through him. Alfred let go of his hair, with Ivan’s head falling into a pillow. Alfred laid on top of him, the pair gasping for air. The officer still had enough energy in him to lift himself up by his arms. Covered in sweat, he looked down to a panting Ivan.

“Can… can I get that date now…?”

“...Ah… Fine…”

[anglophile-alfred]

After being absent for four years, I finally wrote the next chapter for my UKUS fanfiction "Seize Him!"

[autumnleaffay]

He was kneeling on the hard, cold stone floor of Kronborg castle. The statue of stone in front of him is unmoving.

He had spent the night getting as many people as possible to the ships, getting them to safety. But will he be able to safe anyone in the end?

In the earlier centuries, he was a force to be recon with, a powerful Ally or a fierce enemy.

When did it all go downhill? Was it with the beginning of Kalmarunionen? Or was it Christian II?

Regna firmat pietas - "Piety strengthens the realms." That was Norge and his motto, but was he ever morally correct? He made his Norge suffer and turned a blind eye. Just as he turned a blind eye on Sverige a few hundred years before, ignored the cries of that bloody day in Stockholm.

Was it Napoleon? Was it Britain, purposefully dragging them into the war? Was it him bargaining Norge of to Sverige?

In the end, he doesn't know the answer. All he knows is that he is now nothing more than a pebble in the thundering way of the Blitz.

He looked at the statue again.

"I am supposed to be you, or rather you are supposed to be me. I should awake from my slumber to protect this land, and it's people in the moment of greatest peril..."

He sighed. Again.

Than he screamed, shouted until his voice broke, just as his heart has broken many times before.

Just like his heart broke, having all his brothers kneeling to him at the start of Kalmarunionen.

Just like his heart broke, seeing the Stockholm Bloodbath.

Just like his heart broke, having to tax and abuse Norge until he was shattered.

Just like his heart broke, being dragged into another war.

Just like his heart broke, selling Norge to Sverige for Pomerania.

Just like his heart broke now, being consumed in the Blitz.

Then he became quiet.

Small steps, a child was at the entrance to the cellar.

"Mormor says you are Holger. You are protecting us. As long as you live, Danmark will live?" The boy asked shyly.

He looked up. Into the young eyes. They haven't even seen a decade pass by. He has seen so many to even count.

"The greatest peril has yet to come, but when it comes, you have to rise."

The boy smiles, his eyes becoming older, wiser. Eyes that have seen just as much as his own eyes have.

Norge--

"Da ist er! Schnappt ihn euch! Damit haben wir Land und Personifikation!"[1]

As men with black uniforms and red armbands dragged him out of the celler, he looked back at the statue.

The statue that was now vacant, no sobbing man in front of it, and no boy with eyes as old as time.

He ripped his armes out of the grips of the uniformed men.

"Hey!"

"Ich werde diesen Raum selbst verlassen und nicht abgeführt werden." His German was rusted, but.... [2]

But he will leave this room alone, no hand on him, not forced by the enemy.

Danmark will stride alone and unbroken.

~~~~~~~~~~

Myths and historical events mentioned:

The legend of Holger Dansker https://en.kronborg.dk/holger-danske

Kalmarunionen https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalmar_Union

Stockholm bloodbath https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm_Bloodbath

Norway's treatment under danish rule https://nordics.info/show/artikel/norway-in-1800-a-half-danish-nation

Napoleonic war https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleonic_Wars

British attack on the Denmark-Norway navy https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Copenhagen_(1807)

Treaty of Kiel https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_Kiel

The German Blitz Krieg and Denmarks loss https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Weser%C3%BCbung

Translation of german:

Da ist er! Schnappt ihn euch! Damit haben wir Land und Personifikation! - There he is! Get him! Now we have both land and personfication. [1]

Ich werde diesen Raum selbst verlassen und nicht abgeführt werden. - I will leave this room myself and not be taken away. [2]

[aphfanficwriters]

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[paikothecateater]

could we get a fic about what happened before Iceland made his way into Sweden's room and found norway?

we wanna know what kind of nightmare norway was having to the point of him going to Sweden😔

Oh hell yeah!

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Norway was way too familiar with this dream. He couldn't figure out how to categorise it. It wasn't a good dream, that's for sure, but it also wasn't entirely a nightmare.

He made another lazy, futile attempt to reach over and grasp it.

To grasp him...

He vaguely recognised the figure. He knew this person, he was sure of it, but he couldn't put a name to him.

He wasn't the only one. There were three others, this one just so happened to be the clearest.

He had a hard time convincing himself that they were people. They didn't seem real.

They were blurry and let off a soft glow. The glow became brighter whenever they spoke. He couldn't understand a word, but he loved their voices.

He didn't think they knew he existed. They didn't seem to be able to see him.

They had so many conversations. Even though Norway didn't understand a word, it warmed him from the inside. He never managed to get close enough to touch one, but he did know that on top of their soft light, they gave off this gentle heat.

Two of them were always at a distance from him. He wasn't bothered. They always seemed happy to him that way.

The other two always stayed close. One of them stayed extremely close at all times. He tried and tried, but could never touch it. He was afraid to. He once almost grazed it, but it's glow dimmed dangerously low when he did. He was scared of somehow hurting it.

This one was, by far, his favourite. It was smaller than the others. He felt this strong connection to it. This strong urge to protect it. He didn't recognise him, but he knew he loved him.

Another one occasionally joined it. This one was much bigger and it's light was much more stable, much brighter. It's warmth was also more intense. He had the sneaking suspicion this one at least knew of his existence.

He felt safe in its presence.

He liked getting to see them, but it was also very isolating.

These embers had their own world. He wasn't a part of it, and no matter how hard he tried, they always ended up fading.

Just as soon as he finally remembered them.

He felt horribly cold without them. Their heat was so pleasant and comforting...

It was dark, cold and lonely.

Norway's worst fear wasn't an easy one to overcome... Norway feared being alone most out of everything.

Norway woke up in a pool of his own sweat.

He immediately throws the covers off of himself and rushes out of his room.

He walks into Iceland's room.

He couldn't bring himself to wake him up...

Iceland looked quite troubled himself. It would be cruel to add more stress to him when his mind seemed so heavy.

Norway leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his little brother's cheek.

Iceland's expression softened and he let out a quiet sigh.

"I won't let you carry my burdens this time. You're just a child. It's my job to make you feel better. You have nothing to worry about, Min lille prins." He whispered before leaving the room.

Norway wandered around aimlessly. He didn't want to wake anyone else up.

Especially not Denmark or Finland. He recognised them as the distant blurry figures from his dream.

Part of him was hurt that they weren't as close as Iceland or Sweden, but he couldn't blame them for his own mind's cruelty. They didn't deserve that.

Sweden was an option, but walking into someone's room to tell them you had a nightmare as an adult man might be the worst thing Norway can think of.

So he paced.

And paced.

And paced...

And paced.....

Until he couldn't bring himself to stand anymore.

He walked over to Sweden's door, sat down by it and let his tears fall pathetically.

He didn't know why he was so miserable. It wasn't a bad dream. It was supposedly happy, but Norway felt so alone. So abandoned...

Sweden's door opened and Norway was met with a very confused yet concerned look.

Not even bothering to stand, Norway wordlessly clung to Sweden's legs.

"Norway...? What happened?" Sweden mumbled sleepily.

"söta bror... Don't leave me..." begged Norway even more pitifully.

Sweden pulled him up and gave him a concerned look.

"what happened?" he asked gently.

Now feeling a little more embarrassed, Norway nervously looked around.

"I just... It's just a bad dream..." he said vaguely.

Sweden gently guided Norway into his room and had him sit down on his bed.

"wait here..." he said.

Sweden left the room for a bit, then returned with a glass of water.

"drink..." he said, handing him the glass.

Norway did just that.

"are you sure you're okay? You look sick." Sweden remarked.

"not really... I'm a little... Shaken up." admitted Norway.

"you can talk about it if it'll help." suggested Sweden.

Norway nodded and began retelling the whole dream the best he could describe it.

Sweden listened as Norway described his dreams. How he was afraid that it meant something deeper that he just couldn't understand.

It was strange to him that no matter how many times Norway had this dream, he never seemed to remember who the figures were until they faded.

Sweden listened and nodded and waited for Norway to finish explaining.

"when I got too close to it, it almost went out..." he explained.

"the Iceland one?" asked Sweden.

"yeah... Do you think it means I'm hurting him by being near him?" asked Norway.

"what?"

"I feel so selfish for going to him for help so often... What if it's hurting him more than I thought?"

"Norway... Don't be ridiculous... Nothing in this world would hurt him more than being separated from you. If you're suggesting that you should keep your distance from him, you're actively trying to hurt him." said Sweden blatantly.

"so, what should I do?"

"you should start fixing your sleep schedule."

Norway sighs.

"I'm definitely not sleeping again after that."

"yes, you are."

"I don't want to go through that again."

"you won't. If you do, I'll be here, but you need sleep. It can't be helped."

"..."

"come on... You can sleep here. I'll be up for another three hours I expect."

"why?"

"to make sure you're alright."

"you don't have to do that."

"yes, I do. You're to me what Iceland is to you, if you need me, I'll be here."

Norway says nothing else. He leans against Sweden who begins rhythmically patting his back.

Norway's exhaustion creeps back in and he starts dozing instantly. He felt a lot better about this time. He knew he had someone to rely on if things went south.

In his sleep, Norway saw the same figures, only this time, the bigger of the two closest ones had finally seen him and he finally got to know what it felt like to touch these figures. He didn't recognise it, but he knew he loved it, and he knew that it loved him too.

A few hours later, the little one also saw him and it too wrapped him up in a warm embrace. Instead of dimming from his touch, it burned brighter.

The other two remained at their distance, but he still felt their love radiating off of them.

For the first time in a long time, Norway enjoyed a good night's rest, enveloped in the warmth of his two favourite people in the world who would ensure that he was never alone.

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Is it way too sappy? Yes. Did I cry while writing it? Yes. Will it satisfy the ask? Probably not, but well, that's what happened.

I do feel the need to clarify even though it's probably obvious, but Iceland also noticing Norway refers to when he also joined him and Sweden.

The talk between Norway and Sweden is... A little dry, but that's because both of them suck at speech. Norway is horrible at explaining what he feels and Sweden is very matter-of-fact about these things.

Just in case the whole vibe of Norway's dream isn't clear, he feels like he's way too different and isolated from the others. It's not a rational fear, but to Norway it's very real. He's not necessarily terrified of being alone, it's being alone even when they're around is what he fears.

Finland and Denmark being at a constant distance in Norway's dream doesn't refer to them having a distant relationship. It's that Norway is generally closer to Iceland and Sweden and he feels more comfortable being himself around them.

Just like Sweden said, Norway is to him what Iceland is to Norway and by extention Iceland is to Sweden what Norway is to Sweden. They kind of have this little sub-family thing going on. It's not that he doesn't care about Denmark and Finland just as much.

This is actually related to a pretty old headcanon, so I'll restate it here. Norway has a horrible time with sleep and he usually goes to Iceland for these problems, but if he wakes him up too many nights in a row, he starts feeling guilty for disrupting his sleep so often.

The 'figures' having this sort of glowing factor represents the joy they bring into Norway's life. The reason the Iceland figure dims when he almost touches it the first time isn't a reflection of him being a negative influence on Iceland's life, it's just a reflection of his own fear of hurting him.

Yep, I think that's all that needs clarification. Thank you so much for the ask and I hope this mini fic was worth it.

[lithugraph]

1869. After a failed part in a failed rebellion, Lithuanian noble Tauras Laurinaitis flees his homeland rather than risk being sent to Siberia. Guilt-ridden, he is determined to keep the memory of his country alive the only way he can: printing and smuggling books in a language now outlawed by the Russian Empire. But what happens when he catches the eye of a certain Prussian gendarme? Will Tauras be able to keep his smuggling, and his past, a secret?

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: APH Lithuania, APH Prussia, APH Estonia, APH Latvia, APH Russia, APH Poland, APH Netherlands, APH Denmark, APH Germany

Pairings: PruLiet with some past LietPol