#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.

[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! 

[hetakinkmeme]

Welcome to the revived Hetalia Kink Meme! This will be hosted both on Tumblr and on Archiveofourown as a prompt meme challenge. I noticed that trying to only host on Tumblr led to some issues, and a lot of people don't know how to use Dreamwidth nowadays so attempting to host it there doesn't work anymore either.

Now, the Hetalia fandom isn't as big as it once was, but I'm still hoping that we manage to get some participation going.

Collection link:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Hetalia_Kinkmeme

Please note that this is NOT affiliated with the original Hetalia Kink Meme on Dreamwidth or its corresponding collection on ao3. Their collection is named Hetalia Kink Meme(heta_kink). Ours is HetaliaKinkMeme(Hetalia_Kinkmeme).

Now, here's a quick FAQ and list of rules:

What's a prompt meme?

It's a place where you can suggest things you want to see written in your fandom, or write people's requests if you happen to see one that strikes your fancy! As a requester, click on "prompt form" and fill out the form. The fields with a * next to them are required fields, but you may choose whether to leave the other fields blank or fill them out.

Required fields: Characters(at least 1), Description(Describe what you want and don't want). That's it!

As a writer, you may click "claim" on somebody's prompt to announce your intention to write it.

But OP!! I thought prompts aren't allowed on ao3!!

You're correct. Usually. Many people don't know that there is actually a special collection challenge type on ao3 that is designed for hosting prompt memes just like this one! There is a separate section for prompts where you can upload prompts/requests. Here's a link to ao3's prompt meme FAQ:

How many prompts can we request?

I made the limit 15 per account. I think this is more than enough. Of course I can't stop you from requesting from multiple accounts but come on man... (If you want to add another prompt that badly you could also delete one of your old prompts.)

How long should our fills be?

I am unlikely to enforce any minimum, but I personally recommend at least 400 words.

Can I write a fic for a prompt that someone has already claimed?

Yes! Multiple fills per prompt are allowed. Two cakes and all that.

Are requests anonymous? What if I want to de-anon a request?

Requests are anonymous by default, but you may de-anon by unchecking the "semi-anonymous prompt" box at the end of your prompt form.

Are the collection works anonymous? What if I want to de-anon the fic I wrote?

COLLECTION WORKS ARE NOT ANONYMOUS BY DEFAULT. When uploading a fic to fulfill a prompt, you may add it to the "anonymous" collection on ao3 to keep yourself anonymous.

NOTE: You won't be able to click claim on a prompt without revealing your username. Unfortunately anonymous claims aren't possible without making the entire collection anonymous. A work around is to just upload your fic to the collection the old fashioned way and then state the prompt you're filling in your A/N.

I heavily debated whether to make the entire collection anonymous, but I ultimately wanted it to be up to the author as to whether to anon or de-anon without them being forced to leave the collection in order to de-anon.

Rules:

1. Your prompt/request must have at least a BIT of description as to what you want. Posting only something like "cat boy!Ivan x dog boy!Alfred" isn't going to do much to get anybody's imagination running. A prompt as short as the above will be considered spam and deleted. Aim to describe a bit of what you want(just a sentence or bullet points is fine, just at long as it's something) as well as what you DON'T want(any squicks etc.)

2. Requests must be for Hetalia. I'll allow crossovers if it seems like a popular enough property. (I.e. Hetalia x Harry Potter). Hetalia AUs such as cardverse are more than welcome!

3. Both requests and fills may be anonymous as stated in the FAQ. To make your request anonymous, click the "semi-anonymous prompt?" box at the bottom of the prompt form. It should be auto selected already. This will make sure your prompt is posted under "anonymous".

To make your prompt fill anonymous, upload your fic to the "anonymous" collection along with this one. Unfortunately clicking "claim" on a prompt will reveal your username and there's nothing I can do to change this. You can make note of which prompt you fulfilled in your A/N.

4. All characters & ships welcome. All kinks and types of prompts and works welcome.

5. Be nice to each other. Mean-spirited asks, prompts, or fills will be deleted.

Have any questions? Send in an ask!

Prompts and fills may be submitted onto this tumblr as well, but the same rules as above apply. You may submit the same prompt on both ao3 and Tumblr or on only one of them as you wish. Prompts that do not follow the rules will be deleted.

Update: In case it isn't clear, you don't have to specifically fulfill an ao3 prompt to upload to the ao3 collection; it can be a fill for a tumblr prompt as well! You can also send the fic link here and I'll post it.

[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

[fireandiceland]

drabble time!! this is inspired by a conversation I had with @esperjester and @arternestkirkland over in the usukus lounge.

Here's a little usukus in the context of CanWales and ScotFra dragging England along to their couples activities 🤭

🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚

“England?”

“Huh?” The addressed nation lightly shakes his head. He had zoned out completely and stared at the plastic clip of the ballpoint pen in his hands that was about to break off- oh. Nevermind. The pen clatters when it drops on the table next to the broken off clip.

Before England can answer France, who looks at him expectantly and way too cheerfully - making England knit his brows together in a frown -, Scotland takes over the conversation. “Franny asked if yer comin’ for brunch this weekend,” he clarifies, shooting his brother a reprobative look.

“Of course he’s joining!” England turns his head to his left where Wales apparently made the decision of his participation for him. “Right, England?” Wales wants to make sure while putting one hand onto England’s arm, squeezing most amicably. If he wasn’t his brother England would have shooed him off already.

“Oh, I’m-“ England scans the people around him, all waiting for a Yes from him: France sitting in Scotland’s lap on his right, Wales sitting way too close to him on his left side, Canada leaning against the table next to Wales and smiling while observing the scene playing out in front of him.

It’s not as if he doesn’t like hanging out with his brothers and their partners, but always being the literal fifth wheel, being surrounded by happy couples talking about their couple’s things and being all lovey-dovey with each other while trying to enjoy a big breakfast… It’s not the most enjoyable sometimes, being the only single among his taken brothers.

“Hey guy! What are you talking about?”

The muscles in England’s shoulders relax the moment he hears America’s voice. As annoying that voice could be in certain moments, this was not one of them. He rolls his shoulders once. He had been more tense than he thought.

America chimes into the conversation, into the group, without any regard for Scotland’s scowl and France lightly swatting his arm, smile as bright as ever. He puts his hands on England’s shoulders, leans into him from behind and just one gentle rub of his thumbs into England’s shoulder blades makes any leftover tension disappear entirely.

“We’re just making plans for the weekend,” Canada teases, knowing exactly what his brother is going to say.

“Awesome! Can I join?” It’s barely a request. America’s tone and flashing smile don’t allow for anyone saying no, paired with eyes shining with a light of excitement no one dares to dim.

England almost lets a smile slip onto his lips and is glad America is behind him. If he had to look at that silly smile and brilliant eyes of him, he knows he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from grinning like an absolute buffoon at the prospect of America joining the double date he was supposed to fifth-wheel.

“You really want to spend your Saturday morning having English breakfast with two of my brothers and the frog?” England asks, but the question is more of a statement not demanding an answer. He cranes back his neck to look at America and there it is again: that goddamn lopsided smile that makes his stomach flutter. Who allowed America to be this bloody adorable?!

“And my brother!” America adds with a wink at Canada, voice loud and cheerful as usually before it turns a little more quiet and he looks down at England. “And you… right?”

The butterflies in England’s gut take off again, making him feel almost nauseous. He is lost in the image of a triple date in front of his inner eye for a moment – Canada and Wales, France and Scotland, and… and America and him.

“Yes,” England confirms eventually and reaches up to touch America’s left hand on his shoulder, “I’ll be there too.”

The contact between America’s hand and his only lasts for a second, but he can feel a little squeeze confirming America noticed how grounding his presence is to England.

England doesn’t enjoy being the fifth wheel to his brothers and their partners, but a triple date might not be so bad with his America there.

[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. 

[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."

[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. 

**************************************************

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]

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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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[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.

[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..”