#usuk fanfiction

[anglophile-alfred]

I just posted a new UKUS fanfiction!

It's called "Let Yourself Shine"

Summary:

Alfred was a fat, wannabe astronomer, which meant he was smart enough to know that when the hot English exchange student in his class asked him to dinner, it surely couldn't be as anything other than a platonic study date. When Alfred shows up to the candlelit evening Arthur reserved at their college town's most romantic dating spot, well, that must have simply been a mistake. Ugh, just Alfred's luck. (UKUS)

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, UKUS, Bottom America (Hetalia), Top England (Hetalia), Fatphobia, Internalized Fatphobia, Alfred is fat in this fanfiction, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma, Oblivious America (Hetalia)

I'll be adding more tags with each update. I'm hoping to eventually include smut in this, after Arthur helps mend Alfred's broken heart, of course.

[cinemairon]

🎀 𝒰𝒮𝒰𝒦 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉❤𝓇𝓎 🎀

December 24 1780

It was Christmas Eve already. I was so busy arranging everything for the next battle that I didn’t even realize until now... The worst part of a war isn’t the battles, but everything you lose in the process. Your family, your home… even the little joys of life like sitting next to the fireplace waiting for Christmas to come. I kept staring at the page in my calendar with a sad smile for a few moments, then I went through my mail. I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

“You never give up, do you…?”, I whispered holding Arthur’s letter in my hands.

My feelings were so mixed. Not so long ago I would yearn for a letter from him in this day. I would eagerly open it, with a secret hope it would announce his visit for the holidays, only to have my heart crushed finding out he isn’t coming this year either… I would put it away with a smile, to hide my true feelings, then I would cry for an hour or two when I was alone in my room. I was feeling so lonely and neglected… To think that now he was here, almost just a breath away, and yet I couldn’t reach out to him, because he was my enemy…

My grip tightened around the letter while silent rage was piercing me to the core. It wasn’t my fault that we were in these terms. If he wasn’t so stubborn... if he gave me the freedom I was asking for… if he was able just for once to truly understand me, we wouldn’t have come to this. I couldn’t even enjoy my Christmas because of this war. It used to be my favorite holiday, but now I almost missed it, just because he couldn’t accept my natural need for independence!

I went straight to the fireplace and was about to cast the letter into the fire, with my mind clouded by the negative thoughts and my heart overwhelmed by painful emotions, but something coming from deep down stopped me the last moment. I puffed and tossed the file on the desk falling heavy to my armchair. I was feeling so drained… I watched the flames in the fireplace dancing against the red bricks and I felt my eyes going heavy.

“Alfred? Wake up my dear”

My eyes opened wide and I jolted from my chair in the sound of the familiar voice.

“Arthur?”, I looked around but I didn’t see anyone.

“I am here”, the voice echoed from above me.

I raised my eyes and then I saw the Britannia Angel flying over my head. I sighed disappointed. I have been dreaming after all…

“Why didn’t you read his letter?”, he asked with a sad low voice.

“Why should I?”, I asked him back avoiding to look him in the eye.

“If you never give him the chance to make amends, you will come to regret it eventually”.

“Yeah”, I chuckled bitterly, “what would you say… you are just a side of him”.

“On the contrary”, he said looking straight at me by lowering to my chair’s level, “…if this is really a dream, as you figured, then I am nothing but a part of your own subconscious”.

I hissed and looked away refusing to admit that there was even a little part of me that still desired any contact with Arthur. He noticed that and took a step behind before flying towards the open window.

“You can’t erase history. But if you take action in the present, you may alter the future”, he said and disappeared in the snowstorm.

I rubbed my eyes and stood up to close the window. I really needed to sleep this off. I went to bed, then got under the cold bedsheet, willing it to warm up with my own temperature. I closed my eyes and I tried to sleep, when suddenly, the sound of steps made me jolt. I lit a candle and followed the sound coming from outside.

I opened the bedroom’s door and walked down the hallway. But this wasn’t my hallway, was it? I’ve never seen this long corridor before in my life. The floor looked like a chess board and there were 3 red velvet curtains in my way. Hesitantly I pulled the first to my right. At once, I was taken by the warm light of the room and a familiar scene was taking place in front of my eyes. A younger Arthur and my own young self were opening presents and sharing treats. We both seemed so happy and relaxed together… I looked at the boy with the striking eyebrows and the kind emerald eyes. Back then he looked so big in my eyes, but only now I realized he was a child himself. This realization made me feel very strange. I always had so great expectations from him, because I thought of him so highly, that I was convinced there was nothing that he couldn’t do. But in that age would I ever be able to travel all around the globe? Let alone take care of another child… I might have been a strong boy but even now, taking such a responsibility would be impossible to me.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud exclamation. My little self had stumbled dropping his new toy into the fireplace. He was caught by Arthur before landing to the floor with his face. But he didn’t seem to care about that and kept crying for his toy. The older boy then rushed to the fireplace and bare handedly saved the toy from the fire jumping a little at the contact of the flames with his little pale fingers. He cleaned it from the ashes and gave it back to my younger self, which cheered and clapped happily. Arthur offered a pained smile keeping his burnt hands behind his back. I hadn’t noticed back then but I could clearly see it now. How many struggles did he hide from me… and how many others was I too young to notice?

Suddenly everything went quiet and the room was cold and empty. A familiar voice echoed from the other side of the corridor making me turn. I noticed some fade light coming from behind the second curtain. Hesitantly I pulled this one as well. It was the current Arthur’s room in the place he was staying with my brother during the war. Matthew was quietly serving tea, while Arthur was staring blankly out of the window. His face was ghost pale and I couldn’t help noticing the redness of his eyes. On his desk there was a pile of letters but none of them seemed to interest him.

“He didn’t answer this time either, did he?”, asked Matthew.

Arthur just shook his head slowly and went back to bed. My brother placed his palm on his forehead and for a moment I felt a spike of jealousy. Arthur avoided his touch and looked away, claiming he is fine. Matthew then insisted they should call the doctor as his fever wasn’t going down, but he declined firmly giving him his back. My brother sighed and turned away but when he got to the door he stopped and whispered.

“You know… I am still here for you”.

“It isn’t the same…”

“You shouldn’t be suffering over someone that doesn’t care about you”, stated bitterly.

His words angered me a lot. No matter how nice and quiet he was, he could be so harsh if he wished to. But he knew nothing of my feelings or struggles or the pain this situation was causing me. He never tried to understand me, as I never really did for him either. He should keep his opinion for himself and his mouth shut. Arthur curled in the bed and whispered.

“It’s in our nature to seek what we can’t have, I suppose…”

Matthew sighed and walked away defeated. My lips unwantedly formed a satisfied smug. No matter how much he tried, he would never be me. He would never replace me or grow in Arthur as I did. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a quiet crying that made my heart clench. This sound was so foreign to me… I had never heard or witnessed Arthur crying before. He never expressed this kind of emotions, or allowed to be seen in such a vulnerable state. The all mighty England… the cruel pirate… the powerful Empire… the dynastic enemy, was also a person with feelings and weaknesses like all of us. I walked in and stood upon his bed. He was so fragile and small in front of me… but somehow this didn’t make me feel any stronger. The only thing we have been doing was hurting one another but we didn’t take a moment to listen and understand each other’s feelings. I reached out to touch him but everything faded away and the room was dark and empty all of a sudden.

I looked around and I saw the last curtain in the end of the corridor. I walked towards it, hoping to find out what was lying ahead for us. I pulled the curtain and I was welcomed by loud music of a kind that I’ve never heard before. The room was full of people, some familiar but mostly strangers. In the middle of the room I saw a man standing next to a gigantic Christmas tree greeting people with a wide smile and a strong grip. To his face I recognized myself and I felt proud. Apparently no matter how things were now, one day everything would be ok. I would be strong and popular and everyone would want to be around me…. Or at least almost everyone. I browsed around looking for a very specific person with extremely peculiar eyebrows, but I didn’t see him anywhere. My gaze returned to my future self and then I noticed he was doing just the same… searching for the one that wasn’t there… seeking for what he could never have. Only then I realized how fake his wide smile was and the emptiness in the eyes behind those glasses. Matthew then approached him offering a glass of champagne.

“Is he not coming this year either?”, he asked.

“I don’t know, he didn’t answer to my calls or invitation”, my future self answe­red downing his drink.

“Well… neither did you back at the time”, stated my brother and walked away.

For a glimpse of a moment my future self and I locked eyes. I took a step back surprised that he was able to see me. But most of all I was shocked to see this look in his eyes, as if he blamed me for something. He turned away quickly with the same fake smile on his face, as someone held out a strange machine to which he posed.  A strong light shined all across the room. I closed my eyes blinded, but when I opened them again, the room was completely gone and all that was left was that strange pale light. The light came closer taking the form of the Britannia Angel.

“Why did you show me all these?”, I asked.

He didn’t answer to me, he just stood there and pulled a feather out of his wings.

“They say that what we are is but a choice… a promise to ourselves… that we are free to break and change. But maybe our destiny is decided and we are just trapped in it”. He held out the feather then let it fall from his hand. “The time required for this to reach the ground and where it falls is already decided”.

I lowered my eyes and looked at the feather that just landed on my foot.

“And you really can’t change it?”, I asked raising my eyes at him.

“Why would you wish to change it?”

“Because this isn’t what I wanted. When I started this war, my goal was to be heard and seeing by him as an equal. I didn’t want to feel so left behind…”, my voice started shaking. “All I wished for… was to march to this world by his side… not just following in the distance”.

The angel smiled and lowered at my level looking right into my eyes.

“There is a way to trick fate”, he took my face into his hands. “Do something spontaneous without awareness. Something you would never expect or be expected to do!”

He pecked my nose tip and flew up high in circles laughing.        

“Stay strong, my dear. Don’t let life consume you”.

With these words he disappeared leaving a cloud of feathers behind falling like snow in my cold bedroom. I held my hand out and caught one of them in the air cutting its fall. I opened my palm and watched as its color was changing from pure white to crimson red. I started laughing and I fell back in the pile of now all red feathers.

Destiny could be changed.

When I woke up, I turned to the window. It wasn’t too late.

I got dressed and without a second thought I took my horse and rode my way to find him. When I got into the place he was staying in, I knocked on the door, but Matthew wouldn’t let me in. He claimed that Arthur was sick and he didn’t want to see me. That we were nothing but foes. But it was a lie. We were much more than that. Arthur and I were not just one thing and our relationship would never being able to be defined by a single word except “special”. Even so, no matter what I said he didn’t let me in. I tried to break in, but he had locked every single door and window. I puffed and fell back to the snow exhausted. I stared at the sky and whispered to myself.

“Do something spontaneous without awareness. Something you would never expect or be expected to do”.

I stood up determined and started climbing up to the roof. I looked at the chimney. There was no smoke coming out, so I decided to risk it. If Santa could do it, so could I. I slipped in and started climbing it down, when suddenly my foot slipped and I found myself falling into the fireplace of Arthur’s bedroom. He jumped up and turned at me in utter confusion. I crawled out with a groan and a cough, then looked up at him and our eyes met.

“Merry Christmas?”, I wished awkwardly standing up and dusting myself from the ashes.

He didn’t say anything. All he did was getting out of his bed and open his arms reaching out to me. I did the same and the two of us shared a longing embrace. It’s been so long I was yearning for it… and I felt he did as well. In that moment, during this cold Christmas night in the middle of a war between us, without words or explanations, we finally managed to understand each other’s feelings. In silence, together we changed fate.

“Why?”, he asked with low voice.

“Because life is surreal…”, I answered and looked into his eyes. “You are not my enemy. We are more than war and pride. And our bond will never be torn by our fights…”, I leaned my forehead on his own and closed my eyes. “But I won’t lose to you in this war, Arthur. You taught me to always fight and do the best for my people, so I won’t disappoint you. I will not bow to anyone. Not even you. I will never belong to you and you will never have me…”, I whispered lacing my fingers with his own. “So, knowing that, keep longing for me… seek for me, and never give up”. I kissed his cheek and smiled. “Let’s see together what the future holds for us”.

He looked at me with silent tears and a smile giving a nod of agreement. We didn’t say much that night. But even this short meeting was enough for us to see another side of one another. And maybe in time understand each other’s reasons better, with more compassion. So when the centuries passed and I was hosting that huge Christmas party, my gaze eventually found the one I was looking for. And in the end of the night, the photo that was taken of me, could capture an honest smile but two people, not just one, as this time Arthur was there by my side.

And thus, it was indeed a merry “Merry Christmas”.  

(This is officially my very first fanfic after 12 years into usuk. As I am not accustomed to this form of narrative in English, which is not my native language, please excuse any potential mistake in the past tense and have a merry Merry Christmas or any short of holiday you celebrate this day.)

[scillaandcakes]

Is there a UsUk/UkUs discord?

Hello! I used to write a lot of UsUk fanfiction, and I’m starting to get back into it. I know there used to be a UsUk fanfiction/art dedicated discord server and I was in it, but not very active, and this was a year or two ago. If there is one, can someone kindly respond/message me? I would love to bounce some of my ideas off of people and have a place where we can give each other advice! (I also love UkUs and UsUkUs!)

Thanks everyone! 

[lunakagayake]

Ciao Hetalians I'm here to give you war flashbacks

Printed out the VeraVerse

To new fans, the VeraVerse is a series of fanfiction made by George DeValier on Fanfiction.net though they were taken down and re-uploaded by users on Ao3

And I just so happened to use my extra money to print fanfics to read at school

If you need the PDFs of the fics in ready to print format just ask me I have it saved :) I used Adobe Reader (free version) to print it

Links on Ao3

Auf Widersehen Sweetheart

We'll Meet Again

Keep Smiling Through (Sequel to We'll Meet Again)

Bésame Mucho

[fireandspiceland]

hello gamers, I’m looking for a fic again 😭

Do you know this fanfic?

Alfred is desperately in love with Arthur but think he never has a chance so he puts on a blindfold and agrees to have sex with a stranger in this love hotel or sex club or smth

But Arthur's the one who comes in and fucks him and Alfred’s wishing the whole time it's Arthur, not knowing who is fucking him and also because omg Arthur could never really want him like that

and then at the end Alfred calls out Arthur's name because he thinks of him during sex and Arthur takes the blindfold of him and asks how he knew.

PLS I have been looking for it for HOURS! I’m convinced it was in ao3 but at this point it might as well be a kink meme fill on dreamwidth. 😭

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits.

Author: George deValier

Note from submitter: Link is to a reupload/archive, as the original ff.net account was deleted somewhere around 2019. Probably the most famous/notorious Hetalia fic, written by much beloved fandom writer George deValier, as part of a larger WW2 AU known collectively as the Veraverse due to being based around songs by Vera Lynn. The mysterious account deletion after years of inactivity probably only added to the mythos.  It was absolutely the kind of fic you'd find scattered references to in the most random corners of the internet back in the heyday of the Hetalia fandom, with all the dramatics you'd expect to follow. 

[queerdandelion]

I'M CRYING, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FIC AGAIN FOR YEARS. I WAS DEVASTATED WHEN I COULDN'T FIND IT AGAIN. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH ToT ToT

Do you have a copy of Temporarily Yours by neyllh/parapo?? It's one of my favourite stories and I'm really sad that it got deleted ;;;w;;;;

[Edit: someone saved a personal reading copy and it’s available here!]

Unfortunately, I don’t have a copy. A Chinese translation is still available online. I guess you can read it through google translator.

Does anyone have a copy for personal reading or know how to ask the Chinese translators to share their copy? I’m assuming it was deleted in an ffnet purge because it wouldn’t make sense to leave up the Chinese translation otherwise. Sorry!

[fireandiceland]

Hey I just wrote this in *checks time* like thirty minutes after it’s been on my mind since last night. It’s probably far from perfect but I think you will get what I want to project from my brain into yours 🥺🩷

usukus, very domestic very fluff, much scene and mood building with minimalist dialogue. a little offering from me to you in these trying times 💕

Alfred wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, warm and cuddly under the sheets, but as he stirs he finds the bed empty by his side. A warmth still lingers but it’s almost gone entirely.

He doesn’t think too much of it, tries to doze off, back into the land of dreams, but after a couple of minutes the pressing matter of urgent natural needs force him to leave the warm embrace of the bed.

He stumbles out of the bedroom, bleary eyes barely cooperating as he feels his way along the wall until he finds the bathroom door. A way he has marched countless times in all states of wake and tiredness yet it’s always a surprise when his hand finds the door handle and switch for the bathroom light.

When business is done and his eyes have become used to the darkness he finds a soft light coming through under the door to the living area. The open kitchen, dining room and living room have always been a dream of his.

He pads towards the door, towards the light. His steps are still clumsy with sleep clouding his ability to move more elegantly.

“Arthur?”

He blinks a few times to give his eyes the chance to adjust to the dim light of Arthur’s reading lamp. First the pitch black of the hallway, then the offending intensity of the bathroom light, back to darkness in the hallway again - Alfred rubs his eyes, the action almost childlike to him when Arthur acknowledges his presence with a look.

“It’s late. Why are you awake, love?”

Could ask you the same, Alfred thinks but doesn’t say out loud. He shakes his head in sleepy disbelieve and finally entires the scene.

As Alfred comes closer, Arthur puts down the needlework he was working on and unfolds his legs under the soft blanket that covers his lower half. With the still lightly steaming cup of tea on the side table and his reading glasses on he looks like the epitome of domestic.

Without another word Alfred sits down, lays down, cuddles into Arthur’s side, forcing him to find a position where he can support his boyfriend’s need for physical closeness without either of them rolling off the not so spacious double-seater where Arthur had made himself a nightly home.

It isn’t unusual for him to spend a sleepless night doing needlework or reading one of his more explicitly ‘romantic’ books or simply indulging in the unintentional comedy that is late night tv commercials. But for Alfred to be awake too is a rare pleasure.

“How long ‘ve you been ‘wake?”

Alfred’s words are muffled by his face being hidden in the soft warmth of Arthur’s ridiculously charming, old fashioned flannel pyjama shirt and the blanket covering his face up to his nose.

“Depends. What time is it?”

For him to tell the time Arthur would have to turn around to face the nearest clock and disturb the sweetness that is a cuddly Alfred, close and soft and adorably pliant. A sacrifice he isn’t willing to make.

“T’late t’be ‘wake…”

Touché. Arthur quietly chuckles and threads his fingers through Alfred’s blond hair. In the orange light of his reading lamp it looks like threads of pure gold spin around his fingers. Even at night the warmth of a summer’s day radiates from Alfred and Arthur lets its light touch his skin, feels it prickling on his cheeks as he too settles into a comfortable position for the night.

“Yes, indeed it is… Good night, Alfred.”

The light is extinguished, but this time Alfred finds comfort in the darkness. Because this time he knows when he awakes, it will be with Arthur in his arms. He hugs him a little tighter at the thought and feels a brush of lips at the top of his head.

“G’night, Arthur..”

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hi! You would be the most amazing person in the world if you accepted this writing request! But also, I completely understand if you don't feel like writing this. /gen

I would super love if you wrote (spicy) dominant pirate captain England capturing fem!reader (or regular America if you would rather do M×M) and taking the reader back to his ship to keep her as his prisoner/pet/whatnot. Bonus points for him wearing gloves and him calling the reader "love."

It's so hard to find top!Arthur and UKUS fanfictions. This would mean the world to me! Whether you decide to write this request or not, thank you!

⭐️I hope you enjoy this ⭐️

Double Feature Post it’s both a UKUS fic and a Pirate! UK x Chubby Fem reader that’s spicy af . (well the fem reader is more sweet love making than anything else but still spice sooooo)

‼️🚨Viewer Discretion Advised this is a A SPICE POST🚨‼️

Alfred had just reached another dead end in the maze of tunnels that he hoped would keep him away from the psychopathic pirate. He hated him with every ounce of his being. He’s taken away his peaceful life, friends, & his beloved cat. He’d never forgive him for that. 

“Where are you, my beloved pet? Aren’t you hungry?” The crazed pirate's voice echoed against the narrow walls, a stark reminder of his madness. 

The sound of his voice grated against Alfred's ears. He couldn’t stand this man's arrogance. It made Alfred angrier, and his blood began to boil. He tried to steady his bloody hands as he tried to find another way out. He could hear the numerous footsteps getting closer. He began to pick up his pace again through another corridor as silently as he could without tipping the pirates off. 

“Ha. Ha. How cute.” He’s caught wind of Alfred's location through the walls. It was like trapping a scared mouse in a maze. Arthur sends a few of his men towards the opposing end of the corridor to corner him. 

The hairs on Alfred's neck began to stand at attention. He could sense the danger closing in. It felt as though an anvil had been dropped in his stomach. Numerous footsteps filled his ears. He reached the end of his rope when he bumped into one of his men. It wasn’t long before he’d been hog-tied & being carried back to the pirate captain's ship. 

Once there, the torture would begin. Arthur snapped his fingers, and the henchmen tore off his clothes like a hungry pack of dogs. 

“Augh, no, you awful bastards!” He does his best to squirm and break free from their grips. 

Arthur slowly walked up to his defenseless plaything. His grin gleamed in the late afternoon sky. Pure schadenfreude. 

He swiftly catches the sandy blonde's chin in his gloved hand. 

Alfred wanted to try and kick that damned smirk off his face. When he tried, his leg was quickly caught. 

“Oh, my precious pet~ Excited to see me & play, are we?” Alfred saw his green eyes glimmer with mischief. 

“I have a name Jackass!” Arthurs's grin only grew wider. He snapped his fingers once more & his men swiftly got to work, chaining his arms, legs, neck, & abdomen to the ground. 

Arthur's famished verdant eyes fired up veins & cock that was becoming excited that he’d found his captive at last. The damned pirates made sure to spread his legs wide open. Arthur knew Alfred was relatively dumb, and he knew he’d have a huge cock. He was right. 

Alfred hated how the cold, dirty metal felt on his skin and open wounds. He hated how this damned pirate made him feel worthless and weak. Even his manhood had been chained with a purity lock. Alfred tried to keep his attention on the early evening sky painted deep orange, pink, and purple. The sunlight was fading fast, just like his hope that he could escape the torture that was about to happen next. Alfred could hear the rattling of a box from somewhere on the ship. 

Arthur walked closer to his precious pet, lying on the hardwood and avoiding eye contact. Arthur had two items in his hands: a lemon and a knife. He instantly cut the lemon in two. Arthur wasted no time squeezing the juice onto Alfred’s open wounds. 

“Ahhhh! AHHH! STOP …ugh! AHHH!” 

Alfred’s shrieks of agony filled the sadistic pirates' ears with glee. All of his men simply watched onward as if it was a play. This was a typical day for them. 

Arthur dragged this out for a few minutes. His ego & dick began to rise from the pleasure of causing pain. He loved Alfred’s cries for mercy. Once he was done, he threw the completely dry lemon slices overboard. As they splashed into the sea, Alfred swallowed hard. He was dreading what was going to happen next. 

Arthur had flung his dagger close enough to Alfred’s face to thinly cut it. Some crimson came dripping out. He bent down close to Alfred’s face meeting it with that same damned grin. 

‘Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!’ Was all he could think on repeat in his mind. 

He could once again feel his leather-gloved hand on his face. He hated the sensation. 

“Now. Who’s going to be a good boy?” He asked patronizingly. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to! “ He tried to rile himself up. Stay strong and play the hero. 

Arthur simply rises up slowly. The atmosphere was even more ominous than before. Arthur had pulled out his spellbook and flipped to the spell he was searching for. 

Alfred suddenly began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. 

‘What the fuck is going on?’ All he could see within his blurred vision was a green glow that emanated beneath his body. Some sparks floated upwards. It felt as though all the veins in his body were being drained of blood. It was all being concentrated to his cock. 

“Augh…nnnnn..stop..you-” 

Thin strings of light attached themselves to his engorged cock, making him feel a swirl of pleasure and pain. Alfred let out a tormented groan and drew in heavy breaths as he wanted some relief. 

Like a twisted puppet master, he tugged at each string slowly to make sure every muscle could feel the tightness controlling it. Alfred’s penis was begging for release but wasn’t able to do so. Between the purity lock gripping his balls, the strings, & needle that expanded within it made it impossible to ejaculate…unless Arthur allowed him to do so. 

“So tell me pet….Who’s the jackass?” 

Alfred didn’t respond. He didn’t want that pirate to win. He didn’t want to give him any satisfaction. 

Arthur moved his pinky finger & Alfred’s man meat closest to the bottom gripped him tighter. A tortured grunt leaves Alfred, but nothing more. 

Arthur begins to circle Alfred like a ravenous lion. It is filled with nothing but pride and desire. 

He was going to break Alfred down if it was the last thing he did. 

“What’s wrong, love?” He says menacingly, wiggling his ring finger, which wasn’t controlling the strings. He could tell that Alfred wasn’t all the way coherent. He aggressively wiggled his ring finger, which had the strings and was a little higher on his penis than the last. 

Alfred let out an ear-piercing scream. Some on land could hear him cry out. His breathing became fast-paced once again. His cock was beseeching the sky for release. Arthur’s pace picked up, wondering how much longer it would take for Alfred to break finally. 

He proceeded to use his middle finger, raising it to the air. Alfred could feel his pained Johnson rise to meet the command. The pain intensified. All he could do was let out a gasp. He tried to wriggle against his chains but to no avail. It was like being in sleep paralysis. Alfred’s eyes were wide open to bear witness to the sensual torture. 

“Will you finally obey me?”

Alfred simply glared at the pirate in response. 

Arthur proceeded to move his middle finger around wildly. This caused the middle of Alfred’s dick to move from side to side. This was especially difficult since his dick was distended beyond belief.  

Another loud yell came from Alfred’s lungs. 

Arthur loved the agony, lust, & desire to have release that mixed in his eyes like a raging sea storm. The rising inclination in his pants soared as high as a seabird taking off from a coast. He let his eyes wander down to the feast that was Alfred’s cock. He licked his lips. He tossed aside his book, hat, and coat aggressively. He lowered himself over Alfred’s body. Arthur looked at him in the eyes. Blue and green clashed. 

“Oh, my lovely pet~ let me help you feel okay.” He cooed at him mockingly before he claimed Alfred’s lips. Arthur's aroused cock met with his like two swords. This heightened Arthur’s pleasure. It made him want more. It was nothing in size compared to his. However, this fact excited him more. 

Arthur’s tongue was invasive to Alfred, but he couldn’t fight back. He was frozen solid with a schlong that couldn’t have it’s sweet release. After moments of making out, he left Alfred’s lips and began concentrating on his neck. A shiver ran down Alfred’s spine. The amount of force he used with his teeth terrified him of what would happen next. He kissed and bit his way down Alfred’s chiseled body. He occasionally licked one of his wounds or scratches that tasted like lemon juice. He savored it mixed in with the blood.  

Alfred’s eyes twitched at the conflicting sensations. He hated how they felt, but he hated it more when a warm and wet tendon playfully tantalized his dick. He wanted to kick him. He wanted to move. He wanted to scream. But he could do none of that because he was Arthur’s plaything. 

Arthur’s mouth could only encase the top of Alfred’s cock since he’d become so large. He had fun swirling his tongue around the top of his cock like it was a tasty lollipop. During this, he’s cupped his balls and played with them as if they were marbles. 

‘He can get massive. I can’t wait to have more fun with him in my bedroom.’ 

Arthur’s lips then gripped the tip of Alfred’s cock, and his tongue searched for the needle keeping his seed in. Once it found the needle, his tongue expertly fished it out. He jerked his head back. 

Alfred’s cum had spattered everywhere. The stream had used the force of a whale spitting water from its blowhole. Arthur wiped his face from the excessive semen. 

He snapped his fingers again, and his crew cleaned up the ordeal. 

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OKAY! This is where the other feature begins this is the Cute Chubby Fem! Reader part of the ask. So Enjoy. 

Duck had finally settled in, and you’d managed to escape the town you’d lived in, which burned to the ground. The reddish-orange glow in the distance made your heart sink. Everything you loved, everything you knew was being disintegrated into ash. All you could do was cry amidst the screams for help, agony, & despair. You allowed your body, which felt like it had been filled with lead, to be supported by the oak tree that was behind you. You slid down slowly as the copious amount of tears began to flow. Your cries joined the chorus of that of your burning towns. A cacophony of misery. 

This was the melody of the malicious pirate who’d sought you out. 

“Oh love….are you okay? You didn't need to be with those worthless peasants anyway.” Like what you’d see in a nightmare that’s come true, the tall blonde pirate materialized through the flames. 

“No…NO! Please go away!” Your pleas didn’t halt him in his tracks. 

“Oh, what’s the matter love? Afraid?” That question was filled with condescension.

He crouched down to get a better view of your face. You quickly looked away, and you weakly shouted out. 

“Get. Away!” You began to tremble and hyperventilate some. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just leave you alone. 

You heard him chuckle darkly in amusement. 

“Not going to happen, my dear.” He hoisted you up over his shoulder with ease. He began to head back to his pirate ship, where he’d have his way with you all through the night. 

He slammed your heavy body onto the bed. Arthur loved the way your stomach undulated along with his bed. Tears were still spilling from your face. It muddled your vision. All you knew was that you felt the bed shift with his weight being added. You were too paralyzed with fear to move, and he maneuvered himself on top of you. 

“Your body is so soft & comfortable Y/N.” 

You could only whimper in response. You were confused about how he even knew your name. You turned your head away. You didn’t want to look at the man that had captured you. 

“OOOOOOOH love~ don’t look away.” His black-gloved hand reached for your perfectly round face. He looked at you directly in your lovely (eye color) orbs. His hand wiped some of the tears away. He was surprisingly gentle. Arthur began to caress your supple love handles gently. You began to feel the heat from his budding erection on your soft stomach. 

Trembling still, you managed to ask….

“Ho…How did you know my name? I’ve never met you before.” 

“You used to own that delightful bakery, right? You and your two workers made all the best-baked goods and sweets. I’d watched you for a long time while in disguise ….of course …and” He gripped your sides tighter as if you’d slip away from him in an instant. 

“I couldn’t bare to lose you to the men who frequented your shop. They flirted with you and put you in harm's way. I hated how the oogled you like hungry wolves. I hated how they’d stare at your perfectly plump body. I wanted every roll, crevace, & love handle to be mine. All just for me. None of them could treat you as well as I could.” 

Arthur took a moment to take in your shocked face as it was filled with confusion & disbelief. Soon, bright red had dusted your face. He adored that look on you. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, and he whispered: 

“I should be the only one to have you.” With that, he pulled out his knife and slowly began to cut through your dress and apron. While never breaking eye contact. Arthur begins to kiss you passionately. 

At first, it was just his lips pressed against yours, gentle pecks and movements up and down to provoke you into kissing back. It took you a few moments, but you did. You at first, ignored the ripping of the fabric. But then, he began to tremble at his rough touch. You reached to push him away. As you did, he caught your hands and placed them both above your head. He clasped them together with handcuffs. 

“Y/N I promise I won’t hurt you, love if you just obey.” It sounded cold, but it was full of care because he truly wanted you & not cause you any harm. But he needed to have his way. You could see the sincerity mixed in with the possession in his bright, verdant eyes. 

“O….okay…uh…” 

“Arthur…my name is Arthur, love. Now you know what to scream when we make love.” 

‘That fabled pirate that I’ve passively heard others gossip about? He…’ 

“Desires you? Of course, who wouldn’t want a lovely lady such as yourself?” His gloved hand caresses your chin as the other hand rips off the rest of your clothes and tosses them somewhere in the room. Arthur rushes to invade your lips once more. This time, he’s rougher and forces his tongue in. His mouth melds with yours like crashing waves of the sea. All that remained on your body was your bra after a few more minutes of making out and leaving you breathless. He abandoned your mouth with a wet pop! Arthur’s famished eyes now concentrate on the rest of your voluptuous body. 

He slowly began to leave a trail of sweet kisses from your chin down to your neck. He ferociously

bites down on your pillowy, soft skin. He loved feasting on your succulent flesh. You let out a few moans from the level of force that he used with his teeth. Arthur left deep bite marks & hickeys all over your neck like a fancy necklace he pillaged from somewhere. He kissed your skin once more once he was done with his first course. 

Once Arthur moved down to the only clothes you had left, which was your bra. He eyed it greedily; it prevented him from seeing your beautiful plump breasts. His teeth caught the fabric like a rabid wolf. He ripped it off with such great force you felt one of the clasps scratch your back. 

Your blush spread across like a fearsome wildfire. 

“Ah!” Your body jerks in surprise at his rough move. 

“Y/N it’s okay. Remember, I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked deep int your pools of (eye color) while he had both gloved hands on either side of your face. 

Arthur soon moved back to your big boobs he latched onto one of them while he massaged the other forcefully. It wasn’t as comfortable as you would have liked since the leather irritated your skin and began to turn it red. 

“Ah ! Arthur, please! Can you please remove your gloves?” He ceases his sucking of your breast to heed your command. He moves his body upwards & once again looks into your eyes. 

“You’re right, love; where are my manners?” He sensually bites off his gloves from the index finger, maintaining eye contact with you. He proceeded to briskly remove his clothes so fast that you could feel a breeze. You admired his toned body from his rock-hard abs, firm biceps and legs. You had to admire that he was quite the specimen, especially since he was fully erect and ready. It took him no time at all for him to pounce back into your voluptuous body and straddle you. He put both knees in between your legs and spread them wide. You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. It prodded at your entrance as he got back to work on your huge tits. He sucked on both of them eagerly. When he was working on your second one, you could feel his tongue swirl around your sensitive bud. When he finally unlatched, he kissed & praised your beautiful fat stomach and massaged all of your rolls. 

While doing so, his hips & dick were eager to be inside your warmth. It began to rub in between your folds where you’d become slick and wet. He teased you a bit, making perfect circles between your chubby pussy lips. Arthur adored the way it gripped around the tip of his cock. It made his hunger for you intensify. Between his kisses, bites, grabs, massages, & giving you hickeys. His eyes connected with yours as he told you: 

“Prepare to scream my name.” He commanded. 

He rubbed you down just a little more with his cock before he pulled his hands away from your stomach to reach for your love handles as his bars so he could keep you in place. 

Arthur thrusted into you roughly. It felt as though a metal pole had been shoved into your insides. 

“Ah!” you let out a shriek. You weren’t prepared for the power behind his opening attack on your core. 

“Say” Ram! “My” Shove. “Name.” This time, he thrust harder and deeper into you. His hands had moved to your thick thighs as he didn’t allow himself to pull out even just a little. Arthur infiltrated into you more intensely now, which made your feet curl. 

“Ahh! …Ar… Ar…” You couldn’t tell which burned you more intensely and made you sweat more. His beefy schlong or his aggressive but sensual hands that made your thighs perspire profusely. All the passionate sensation made your legs tense up and your toes almost folded within themselves. 

“That it love…you’re….” Arthur was beginning to reach his end, and he was becoming speechless. Arthur loved the way your cervix encased his schlong & caressed his balls, trying to sink him in with your love juices & bountiful form. 

“Art..Art…ARTHUR!” By the time you were able to yell out his name, he was able to unleash his seed deep within you. He pounded into you a little more until he was able to finally ride out his orgasm. Arthur didn’t really want to pull out because he loved the way your body felt. Arthur rested his head on your bountiful mounds kissed the middle of them, and said:

“I love you, Y/N” 

[sashaalexanderkido]

tbh I don't like when I'm reading a fanfiction where America is too dependable on England or shows regret for declaring independence. My favorite part of his character is that he had to grow up too fast and leave behind the one person he adored the most because freedom was so important to him. That he fought to stay on his own feet even at the cost of his relationship with England.

And this trope doesn't make England look good either, bc usually England is kind of a d*ck to Alfred and even shows signs of abusive behavior (which he would never. The whole point is that Arthur loved America and was upset when he left bc he didn't want to be alone). He wouldn't hurt Alfred to make him stay.

[anglophile-alfred]

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

[the-heaminator]

Dude trust me there is something wrong with that green-eyed bastard

@hetaween-event

day 1: Witches, i had fun writing this an wrote this in about an hour and a half so idk what goes on in it but its fun, ps, search up what a brexit tackle is.

Alfred had always found Arthur strange, he never knew why; he was just wrong.

Wrong as in half a degree off a right angle. Alfred could feel him staring sometimes, eyes too green, too large, too bright boring into his skull like he was drilling holes. No one really understood why he was unnerved, because for all intents and purposes Arthur was a model student, deputy head boy, got some of the highest grades in the year, and never really got into trouble. 

He wasn’t someone anyone would consider dangerous, he wasn’t one of those lads who carried knives or sold vapes, even tucked in his shirt and was unlikely to show up with skid marks on his trousers after brexit-tackling someone in the muddy fucking field.

But to Alfred, there was something wrong, and he had the sinking, deeply sinking feeling that Arthur knew about his fears. Why else would he stare at him like that? Otherwise, he was almost mild-mannered, not the type to stare, and most definitely not the type to stare like that.

Not that Alfred could tell you what that meant, kind of like he was undressing you, but not peeling you of your clothes, noo, that would be too normal, Alfred swore he was being stared at like he was planning on removing his skin. Alfred very much did not enjoy that.

He told Matt, his brother, his confidant, his idiot in arms while walking back from school, of his suspicions, and Matt just laughed him off, come on, no way was he scared of Arthur fucking Kirkland, Matt was in his maths set and genuinely there was no need to be afraid of him. 

“Those eyes dude!”

“They’re just green, it's not that deep bro, chill out.”

“Nah, nah, Antonio’s eyes are green, this fucker is staring into my soul like he wants to peel my skin off.”

“Look at you, being all dramatic, you really should have taken drama.”  Matt had such a shit-eating grin on his face that Alfred really wanted to tackle him right then and there.

“Oh for the love of god Matt stop being an asshole” He knew damn well that asking Matt not be an asshole to him was asking the sun to rise in the west and for fish to climb trees, but god fucking dammit why didn’t Matt believe him!

“Oh come on, I believed you when you said you saw Natalya skinning a crow behind the English block, trust me here, there is something wrong with that man.”

“Natalya was a special case, tell me you don’t think her ass would do that. She barks at dogs dude, you’d be insane not to believe me. But Arthur has done absolutely jackshit to you, or anyone else, so what gives.”

“What gives is that I swear that man is trying to peel my skin off with his eyes and I Do Not Fucking Like That.”

“Alfred.”

“Matt.”

No one said anything for a while, mostly because they were staring at each other, Alfred having to crane his neck up just a little to meet Matt’s eyes, neither willing the other to say anything, and also they were blocking the pavement so they had to get a move on.

“Fine, but I swear if nothing happens I will steal all your lunch for a week.”

“Come on, that's a bit much!”

“Put it this way, if you really think there's something up with that bastard then you’d be happy to take this.”

“You bastard. ” but they shook on it anyway. Matt probably wouldn’t steal his lunch. Probably. Hopefully. Besides, Arthur definitely had something up with him, Matt would see it, just watch. Perceive him. Really perceive him, and he will reveal his true fucked up colours. Just you wait.

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“That bloody fatass is perceiving me.” Why the fuck had Alfred of all people decided to perceive hi, that man wa sa blabbermouth if he’d ever met one and he’d already probably blabbed to half the school that something was off about him.

Lukas raised his eyebrows, right, what had gotten into Arthur this time. He never really got perceived, it was Vlad’s job to get accidentally perceived, but he was used to it and could always play it off as a joke to the point that him being slightly off-putting was part of his entire vibe.

But Arthur? Arthur hadn't been perceived properly since the Great war??? The fuck??? He was practically a model student too. Damn the whole dying of whatever the fuck (causes of death had grown far more boring in the past decades) and having to grow up again and again and again. The fact that they always had to die on the same day was stupid too. But who were they to question a fucked up spell.

Lukas for one was enjoying this, Arthur had broken his streak of not being perceived, Lukas was last properly seen in the late 90s. Matthias. Wonder what he was doing now. Anyways, spill the fucking tea.

What tea was there to spill! Alfred was looking at him like he knew something was wrong, he'd flinched when Arthur looked at him like it burned him, meant he wasn't being purely perceived but Alfred had an idea. And the boy had an overactive imagination, this was both good and bad.

For one, being known for an overactive imagination meant that no one would believe him, so him being a blabbermouth wouldn't be much of a problem there, but that also meant it was easier for him to perceive the lot of them.

Right. What should they do about it.

“Flirt with him.”

“Lukas no.”

“Why not, have fun with him, fuck him up.”.

“You're a bastard, you know that Lukas.”

“Renowned in 4 countries for it. Yes”

“I am not going to flirt with him.”

“I dunno. Kill him.”

Vlad just burst in, covered in mud. What the fuck had he been doing “Who are we killing!” He sounded far too bright given the subject content.

“We are not killing anyone, Vlad.”

It was rare for Lukas to smile, let alone snigger, “The fuck happened why is the snow prince giggling?”

“I am not the snow prince, if I was I wouldn’t be dealing with you dinguses.” He was laid down on Arthur’s bed, hanging off it upside down, “But anyways, Artie over here is being perceived.”

“Oooh, broke his streak did he?”

“Oh shut up Vlad, you are constantly perceived.” 

“Hey, not like I try to hide it anyway! But you, Mr Kirkland, have been perceived.”

“I still vote to kill him. Or fuck him.”

Vlad stared at him “Why is that your answer to everything Lukas.”

“It works.”

“RIGHT, Lukas, shut up, Vlad, why are you covered in mud, Bess, get your fluffy ass here right now.” Bess, short for Elizabeth, was Arthur’s little familiar, wasn’t a sleek black cat, noooo, it was a dumb idiot ginger who was far too fat for her own good and could probably wake satan with her screams if he even dared to shit without her present.

He tied a note to her foot, and told her, his fucking idiot cat, staring at her in the eye “Give this to Alfred F Jones, make him respond, then come back. Okay.” Bess went out the window and Arthur mildly hoped that she wouldn't do something stupid, a wasted thought, she would anyways, but it was good to dream no?

“I still vote on killing him.”

“ SHUT UP LUKAS!”

[desuke13]

Interest Check: SURVIVE, Axis Powers Hetalia Fanbook

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Hello, everyone! As promised, I'm back with cover of SURVIVE, Axis Powers Hetalia Fan-Novel that will be launched at Comic Frontier 19, Indonesia. I'm so thrilled to be there! Hopefully everything goes smoothly for all of us until the appointed time :D

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[janeaustenite00]

Imagine: The Holiday, but Hetalia.

Y'all, it has been about 10 long years since I have written a piece of fanfiction. During my freshman year of high school, I was cranking them out. But then, I just stopped. So, in honor of the 10-year anniversary of my very first multi-chapter fic, I'm rewriting that bitch. 10 years later, on the day (this fic was originally published on fanfiction.net on November 28, 2014), here is chapter 1 of my Hetalia fanfic based on the Christmas rom-com "The Holiday."

[ao3feed-usukus]

Nudes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5uGQeIF by Kabelsalat (Maze018215) England receives an anonymous email with America’s nudes attached. He can’t stop thinking about America naked ever since. Words: 1969, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: England (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), France (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Sexting, Nude Photos, Fantasizing, Masturbation, Unsafe internet practices, Sending nudes over emails, Don't do this guys, UKUS, Top England (Hetalia), Bottom America (Hetalia), Bottom America/Top England (Hetalia), Porn with minimal Plot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5uGQeIF

[lemonerix]

Day 4: Reverse Tropes // Nyotalia

@usukweek

No art for day four. Wrote something instead.