twistedsheets10: (a love undiminished)
 
THE LAST PART OH GOD

Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.7b/4.7)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13
Summary: England has decided to let go, and that terrifies the crap out of America. He just doesn’t know what to do, or what the hell this exactly means for both of them. A chance encounter in the kitchen may be the only chance America would ever have to actually do something about it.

1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3); (4); (5); (6); (7a)

We both know that the special relationship is bollocks, built on pragmatism and politics, and all but non-existent. I am no more special than any other nation you deal with, America. Haven’t your officials said so more than once? And it was time I acknowledge it.” )

twistedsheets10: (flowers_england)

Title: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d (Side story to Floriography: The Truest Language)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Word count: 1500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The last time America gave England flowers. This was mentioned in Chapter 4.6 of Floriography, and I ah, expanded it here.

1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3); (4); (5); (6)


England nearly topples to the ground from the force of America’s enthusiasm, but manages to hold his ground. He awkwardly wraps an arm around America, and pats him on the back. “I see you are still as lively as ever.”  )
twistedsheets10: (US_UK_eyes)

Sorry this took a while. The accident destroyed my external hard drive, so I had to rewrite this. *winces*

Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.6/?)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: Because England likes to swear, and so does Tony.
Summary: America finally comes to visit and comes face-to-face with England in his garden for a visit to the injured Nation. Confessions are made, and England makes a choice.

1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3); (4); (5)

6. The Truest Language (4.6)

“Besides,” England says softly, and he reaches out and touches America’s cheek, the faintest brush of cool fingertips against his suddenly warm skin, then quickly withdrawn, “heroes belong to the whole world, don’t they?” )
twistedsheets10: (US_UK_eyes)

I was gonna make this longer, but I got hit by a bus.

Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.5/?)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: Because England likes to swear, and so does Tony.
Summary: Last time, Canada and America planned to go to visit the injured England. But only Canada arrived! So where the hell is America?

1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3); (4)

4. The Truest Language (4.5)

He sighed, heartsick. “Stupid England,” he muttered under his breath. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” )
twistedsheets10: (a love undiminished)

Title:
 Heartbreaker
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation. 
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: Angst. This one has bucketfuls of it. WHY AM I WRITING THIS?
Summary: America wasn’t the only one who broke hearts; England did it too.
 

 

England broke America’s heart merely minutes after they first met. )
twistedsheets10: (flowers_england)

/runs and hides

Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.4)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: ANGST. England being dere.
Summary: England takes a tumble down the stairs, and gets dosed with painkillers, thus addling his brain and leaving him vulnerable to Portugal's rather probing questions on his behavior. Meanwhile, America and Canada continues to freak out, and no one seems to know why the rum is gone. ♥

Author’s notes: This was like, supposed to be second to the last, BUT IT’S NOT WORKING GAIS. I’m so, so sorry. Thank you so much to the awesome [info]wayme , who helped me with the Portuguese phrases, to [info]sillyputtie and [info]berserker  who also helped as well. ILU guys. ;_; Also this chapter makes me nervous like whoa. D: Hugs to [info]miaoujones, who listened to my ramblings about this fic and offered encouragement. Also, views of the character does not mean its my own political views as well.

 
1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1); (2); Interlude: Anniversary; (3)

4. The Truest Language (4)

“So this has nothing to do with the recent reports of his boss wanting him to hang out more with other nations and less with you, then?” )

/flees
twistedsheets10: (sherlock_us_uk)

Well, this took long enough.

Title: The Conductor of Light [AU: Saving Grace (Sherlock Holmes)-verse]
Disclaimer: Er, I don’t own Hetalia.
Pairing: Arthur × Alfred; hints of Francis × Matthew and Arthur + Matthew
Rating: PG-13, angst, perhaps a bit of fluff. IDK. Thesaurus abuse, ahoy!
Summary: A side-story for the multipart fic The Saving Grace of Antiquity written for the usxuk ficathon. Sherlock Holmes AU. Arthur Kirkland is the world’s foremost independent consulting detective. Matthew Williams is his trusty companion, assistant and chronicler, and Alfred F. Jones is the tenacious and enthusiastic detective sergeant of the Yard. A routine arrest goes horribly wrong and ends with Arthur almost fatally shot. Alfred and Matthew are forcefully reminded that some promises may be harder to keep than others.
Author’s notes: *sigh* This is more of a bridge chapter. I suggest you read the first two parts (to refresh yourselves) because otherwise I think this chapter may not make sense.
Warning: Lots of spoilers for the Sherlock Holmes’ stories.

Part I
Part II

Part III

Matthew considers it no small miracle that somehow he, Alfred and Arthur had managed to return to the flat in Baker Street later that night without Alfred expressing, in his usual loud and physical, manner, his extreme discontent with Arthur concerning the events that transpired at Blackwood’s house.  )
twistedsheets10: (sherlock_us_uk)
 
Oh My GOD. I am insane. I need to stop writing and posting fics while at work. D:

Title: Bespoke
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Genre: Romance...er, Sewing crack?
Pairing: America × England
Word count: 1115
Rating: PG-13: SO MUCH FLUFF.
Summary: Thanks to the recession, America does not have a decent suit. No worries, England makes him one.

England never frowns when he sews, America has noted )
twistedsheets10: (a love undiminished)

God I hope I'm not too late.

Title: Anniversary
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Word count: 1360
Rating: PG-13: SO MUCH FLUFF. *is embarrassed* And, er, angst.
Author’s notes: This is very much connected to an ongoing fic in my Floriography series. In fact, you can say it’s probably one of the future outcomes of that story. XD
Summary: England doesn't come to America's party again, despite the fact they were lovers now and it's their first year anniversary. Cue mopey Nation.

In the end, England didn't come )
twistedsheets10: (dogtags)
 
I've debated time and again whether I should de-anon this or not so what the hell. De-anoning. Done for the [livejournal.com profile] saying_yes_2010  challenge.

Title: Good Morning
Disclaimer: Er, I don’t own Hetalia.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: R-18 for fail!porn
Summary: England wakes up to a beautiful morning beside his lover.

England woke up at the feel of the sun’s warmth on his bare skin, America’s arms holding him close.

Lips curving into a small smile, he turned slightly to look at his lover, shifting carefully in the tangle of sheets and limbs, not wanting to disturb America and wake him. They both had a long, hard day yesterday and needed the rest sleep offered.

Against the dappled sunlight that shone through the window, America’s skin and hair glowed a hallowed gold, an Andalusian god in repose. Almost by habit, England gently brushed his knuckles across America’s cheek, barely resisting the temptation to kiss America as his heart is filled with near overwhelming affection for his lover. Why must you be so beautiful?

Ah, I am getting far too sentimental in my old age, England thought with a wry chuckle. Sighing, he turned away from America. As much as he liked the casual, yet intimate contact between his bare skin and America’s, he couldn’t stay in the bed any longer. He had work to do, not to mention he had to make breakfast for them.

However, just as he was about to try to extricate himself from America’s embrace, America’s grip around his waist tightened.

“America what–” England started to say in surprise, but it turned to a choked gasp when he felt America’s hand stroking his inner thigh, his warm lips and tongue against his ear. He struggled, trying to get away, but America’s grasp was too firm. “America, now is not the time for–I have to–ohhhhh–” He closed his eyes and let out a breathy little moan as America’s lips found that little sensitive spot at the juncture of his neck and jaw, and placed sucking little kisses that sent sparks of pleasure throughout his body, making him squirm in America’s grasp.

“Mmm hmm,” America murmured. The hand on England’s thigh moved higher, wrapping ‘round his cock, thumb rubbing the head before it began to stroke him in earnest.

Ah~" England breath came in harsh, rapid pants, heels digging into the soft sheets for purchase as he arched his back as the sweet heat spread throughout his body like potent wine in the blood, warm and intoxicating, and then pooled between his legs, where his lover’s fingers, now slick with his own issue, deftly stroked him.

“Do you like that? Do you want me to go faster?”

The obscene whispers burned against England’s ear, and he shuddered. “Yes,” he mewled, toes curling and uncurling, fingers gripping sheets as he writhed in pleasure, body arching back as the strokes sped up, “Oh god, yes.” Seconds later, his world went achingly white as he came into his lover’s hands.

Afterwards, somewhat sated but still wanting more, England lay unmoving, gasping for breath, his body damp with sweat, thighs and stomach stained with come. Behind him, he could feel America’s heat as he shifted in the bed. With the arm around his waist, America effortlessly drew him closer, cuddling him flush against his chest.

“Good morning,” America whispered as he nuzzled the nape of his neck, planting little nips, licks and kisses against the sweat-soaked skin.

Letting out a breathless laugh, England turned over and placed a languorous kiss on America’s lips. As green eyes met with blue ones, England gave him a wicked smile as his fingers wrapped around his lover’s own hard length, wet with precome, and slowly began to caress him. “Good morning to you too, idiot,” he whispered back, his smile turning to a smirk when America moaned, head falling back against the pillows to bare his neck. “Now its your turn.”


/hides and runs
twistedsheets10: (hetalia)

...are you sick of me posting yet?

Title: Gakuen America and England
Artists: [livejournal.com profile] twistedsheets10 and [livejournal.com profile] oinkwarrior
Characters/Paring: England and America (Gakuen AU version)
Rating/Warnings: Er, none at all. Crappy photos?

Done as a commission for [livejournal.com profile] akisilver .

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moar pics! XD )

twistedsheets10: (hot kiss)

Just a new plushie and a bit of a photo shoot, because me and [livejournal.com profile] oinkwarrior couldn't resist. Prussia is commissioned by [livejournal.com profile] brokensupernova , while Pilot!America and Pirate!England were commissioned by [livejournal.com profile] haro from her Steampunk AU fic (America x England), You Can't Take the Sky From Me. They're off to their respective owners, and we're gonna miss these babies. /bricked

Title: Gone to the birds (cheep!)
Characters/Paring: Prussia; America x England
Rating/Warnings: Er, none? Except it's image heavy. And cracky. VERY CRACKY.

Bitches don't know about Prussia's chicks /shot )

America and England's fowl adventures )

And that is all fo--, no wait.

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twistedsheets10: (Sherlock!England)

Title: The Conductor of Light [AU: Saving Grace-verse]
Disclaimer: Er, I don’t own Hetalia.
Pairings: Arthur × Alfred; hints of Francis × Matthew; Arthur + Matthew in this part
Rating: PG-13, perhaps a bit of fluff. IDK.
Author’s notes: A (supposedly) two-part side-story for the multipart fic The Saving Grace of Antiquity written for the [livejournal.com profile] usxuk ficathon. Sherlock Holmes AU. Arthur Kirkland is the world’s foremost independent consulting detective. Matthew Williams is his trusty companion, assistant and chronicler, and Alfred F. Jones is the tenacious and enthusiastic detective sergeant of the Yard.
Warning: Lots of spoilers for the Sherlock Holmes’ stories. Also, this fic is possibly so fucking hurt/comfort cliché and fluff fail it burns. orz

Part I

Part II

The doctor scowls, as if sensing his patient’s intended mischief. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, Mr. Kirkland, and a bullet grazing the side of the head is by no means an injury one should treat lightly. A gentleman as sensible and astute as your reputation says you are would know better than to overexert himself in such circumstances.” )

twistedsheets10: (Sherlock!England)

Title: The Conductor of Light [AU: Saving Grace-verse]
Disclaimer: Er, I don’t own Hetalia.
Pairing: Arthur × Alfred; hints of Francis × Matthew and Arthur + Matthew
Rating: PG-13, perhaps a bit of fluff. IDK.
Author’s notes: A two-part side-story for the multipart fic The Saving Grace of Antiquity written for the [livejournal.com profile] usxuk ficathon. Sherlock Holmes AU. Arthur Kirkland is the world’s foremost independent consulting detective. Matthew Williams is his trusty companion, assistant and chronicler, and Alfred F. Jones is the tenacious and enthusiastic detective sergeant of the Yard.
Warning: Lots of spoilers for the Sherlock Holmes’ stories. Also, this fic is possibly so fucking hurt/comfort cliché and fluff fail it burns. orz

Part I

This is NOT the second chapter you are looking for )



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Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers (4.2)
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: SO MUCH FLUFF. *is embarrassed*
Author’s notes: America sulks, Canada tries to pacify him. Prussia and England get drunk together. ♥

Previous ficlets: 1: Dogwood; 2: Honeysuckle; 3. Roses and Irises; 4. The Truest Language (1)


4. The Truest Language (2)


England likes to give Canada and to those he really, really liked — not that he would ever admit he liked any them (he’d admit to Portugal, though, but that’s because he’s Portugal) — presents he made himself. )
On to part 3


twistedsheets10: (hetalia)

Title: Floriography: The Language of Flowers
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not my creation.
Pairing: America × England
Rating: PG-13: SO MUCH FLUFF.  *is embarrassed*
Author’s notes: A series of sort of interconnected America × England drabbles for the kink meme on flowers and their meanings. De-anoning even though this is sort of unfinished, because this is turning out much longer than I thought. WAT.  

1. Dogwood



twistedsheets10: (Sherlock!England)

Title: The Saving Grace of Antiquity
Disclaimer: So, er. Yeah. Hetalia isn’t mine. And the world of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson, while in the public domain, is not mine either, but is the brilliant creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I’m merely er, butchering it for my entertainment.
Pairing: Arthur × Alfred; hints of Francis × Matthew
Rating: PG-13
Author’s notes: Multipart fic written for the [livejournal.com profile] usxuk ficathon (the things I do for loooooove™). Crap. Yes. Hetalia set in Victorian England-esque world. Please do not take this too seriously. That I am on crack (or perhaps, like Mr. Holmes, on a 7 percent solution of cocaine) does not even describe the insanity that this is. Historical inaccuracies may abound, especially in use of language. Please feel free to bludgeon me over that.
Also, a shout-out to the Fic Fairy, who is Made of Awesome and sort of inspired me to write. *grins*
Warning: The title has no connection with the fic. At all. Really. And this is my very first public Hetalia fic. *ducks rotten vegetables* No beta too.

How do you live, Francis once asked him not long ago in one of his frequent visits, when the centre of your world is gone? )


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