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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,729
Reviews:
1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, and I do not make any money from these writings. Honestly, do I look like a Japanese male to you?
Chapter 2
To Spyke, who's demands are met as soon as possible
Author's Note: To my wonderful reviewer~ Thanks so much. An explanation to my reasoning can be found @ (http://yuu-tan.insanejournal.com/3313.html) because I don't want to clutter this area up and it might take a while ^_^;
So, each "chapter" I'll go and and make a new post and respond to questions/comments/etc.
Title: Voulez-Vous Vous Coucher avec Moi (ce Soir)?
Series: Hetalia: Axis Power
Characters: Germany, France, UK, Mentions of the rest of the world
Pairings: FrancexGermany (main), UKxUSxUK (side), FrancexWorld
Spoilers: None really... Ah, maybe a bit of the Valentine's Day or Christmas Specials. General knowledge of the end of WWII might be helpful.
Warnings: Yaoi goodness, Harem-eque things, fantasies, mentioning of shouta, dubious consent, the misuse of food to be used as aphrodisiacs, sex, sex, sex, (mis)use of foreign languages, switching POV, switching between nation and human names, lack of contractions due to NaNoWriMo
Note: Text that is bolded will be SPEAKING. Because, dammit, there is a lot of useless text that I'm too lazy to take out
Chapter Deux
“Ah, Allemagne. So good to see you again!” Francis smiled, arms open wide as he welcomed Germany and England into his home. Germany gritted his teeth at the name - he hated being called that, damn it! Why is it that the stupid Frenchman could not say Deutschland or Germany like everyone else? Hell, Doitsu was closer, as Germany understood that some sounds just were not happening for those poor Asians - and was about to tell France just what he thought about that word when England beat him to the punch.
Literally.
Again.
England stood menacingly over France, cracking his knuckles, which seemed to be bleeding a bit from the blow he delivered. A devious smirk crossed his features and Germany was instantly reminded that, although he always tried to play the part of a gentleman, England used to be some sort of delinquent or pirate or something. “You bloody wanker. I thought we all agreed we were using the English words (English-English from England, not that bloody imbecile America’s bastardized version of it) for everyone’s names.”
From his position on the ground, France rubbed his somewhat bruised jaw, rolling his eyes. “Zat iz a stuuupid rule that you imposed on us all. If I want to call Allemagne Allemagne, well, it iz my prerogative, no?”
“No.” Germany deadpanned the same instant France rolled back on his feet to try and pin England. And off they were, fighting again, just like always. They were bound to be at it for several hours, knowing them. Sighing, Germany wondered if the pain he was feeling in his stomach was coming from hunger (Possible because, Gott, England... If you are going to forcibly make someone stay in your house - who was not your idiot child, brother, lover... whatever America was to England - please either find someone else to cook or order out all the time. Unless it was actually a part of England’s plan to kill him through horrible cooking) or from that mysterious ulcer - that had begun when he first started to interact with his little Veneziano and which he was sure he had gotten rid of when the Axis Powers were defeated - deciding to flare up again.
Germany hoped it was just a need for edible food in his stomach, oh, god how he hoped.
End Notes:
Oh snap, that's short o.o;;;
Well:::
Allemagne is the French word for Germany. All I remember about it in French class was that it came from "Alleyman" (which the French considered the Germans) and Germans don't like being called that. Hence, Ludwig's reaction.
Doitsu is the Japanese word for Germany, coming from the German word for their country Deutschland. Most of the sounds that make up that word are pretty much non-existant in Japanese. Thus, Doitsu.
I'm sorry for my crappy attempt to copy French accents in English ;A;
Author's Note: To my wonderful reviewer~ Thanks so much. An explanation to my reasoning can be found @ (http://yuu-tan.insanejournal.com/3313.html) because I don't want to clutter this area up and it might take a while ^_^;
So, each "chapter" I'll go and and make a new post and respond to questions/comments/etc.
Title: Voulez-Vous Vous Coucher avec Moi (ce Soir)?
Series: Hetalia: Axis Power
Characters: Germany, France, UK, Mentions of the rest of the world
Pairings: FrancexGermany (main), UKxUSxUK (side), FrancexWorld
Spoilers: None really... Ah, maybe a bit of the Valentine's Day or Christmas Specials. General knowledge of the end of WWII might be helpful.
Warnings: Yaoi goodness, Harem-eque things, fantasies, mentioning of shouta, dubious consent, the misuse of food to be used as aphrodisiacs, sex, sex, sex, (mis)use of foreign languages, switching POV, switching between nation and human names, lack of contractions due to NaNoWriMo
Note: Text that is bolded will be SPEAKING. Because, dammit, there is a lot of useless text that I'm too lazy to take out
Chapter Deux
“Ah, Allemagne. So good to see you again!” Francis smiled, arms open wide as he welcomed Germany and England into his home. Germany gritted his teeth at the name - he hated being called that, damn it! Why is it that the stupid Frenchman could not say Deutschland or Germany like everyone else? Hell, Doitsu was closer, as Germany understood that some sounds just were not happening for those poor Asians - and was about to tell France just what he thought about that word when England beat him to the punch.
Literally.
Again.
England stood menacingly over France, cracking his knuckles, which seemed to be bleeding a bit from the blow he delivered. A devious smirk crossed his features and Germany was instantly reminded that, although he always tried to play the part of a gentleman, England used to be some sort of delinquent or pirate or something. “You bloody wanker. I thought we all agreed we were using the English words (English-English from England, not that bloody imbecile America’s bastardized version of it) for everyone’s names.”
From his position on the ground, France rubbed his somewhat bruised jaw, rolling his eyes. “Zat iz a stuuupid rule that you imposed on us all. If I want to call Allemagne Allemagne, well, it iz my prerogative, no?”
“No.” Germany deadpanned the same instant France rolled back on his feet to try and pin England. And off they were, fighting again, just like always. They were bound to be at it for several hours, knowing them. Sighing, Germany wondered if the pain he was feeling in his stomach was coming from hunger (Possible because, Gott, England... If you are going to forcibly make someone stay in your house - who was not your idiot child, brother, lover... whatever America was to England - please either find someone else to cook or order out all the time. Unless it was actually a part of England’s plan to kill him through horrible cooking) or from that mysterious ulcer - that had begun when he first started to interact with his little Veneziano and which he was sure he had gotten rid of when the Axis Powers were defeated - deciding to flare up again.
Germany hoped it was just a need for edible food in his stomach, oh, god how he hoped.
End Notes:
Oh snap, that's short o.o;;;
Well:::
Allemagne is the French word for Germany. All I remember about it in French class was that it came from "Alleyman" (which the French considered the Germans) and Germans don't like being called that. Hence, Ludwig's reaction.
Doitsu is the Japanese word for Germany, coming from the German word for their country Deutschland. Most of the sounds that make up that word are pretty much non-existant in Japanese. Thus, Doitsu.
I'm sorry for my crappy attempt to copy French accents in English ;A;