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[FIC] In Celebration of Their Recent World Cup Victories....
This is actually me delurking :)
Title: Hell Yes (or the Celebratory fic of Doom)
Pairing: US+UK of course
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and mentions of sex
Summary: Neither of them expected this, no really.
A/N: I wasn't going to post it originally, but then, a certain friend of mine told me (nay, demanded) I should. So here it is. :) Sorry about the title, I don't really know what to call this hahaha.
Naturally, everyone in the locker room was in a really really really bad mood, but none more so, than the United States of America himself. He thrashed about as if he was a child throwing a tantrum, screaming curses like he never has before, ironically, all for a sport which he was originally indifferent about.
“That darn ref!!!” he screamed, and he punched his locker, making the unlucky man not too far away from him squeak (in a manly way of course, as manly as a squeak could be)
Letting out a long frustrated groan, America thinks, that at least, England would comfort him tonight whatever the outcome of his next game.
Fate, however, was apparently not on his side.
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England was staring into the distance, trying to convince himself that this wasn’t really happening. It couldn’t be happening right? He was supposed to be one of the best this year, what the hell was happening?
“I didn’t really want to meddle in your personal affairs so I didn’t try to stop you before—“he was hearing Fabio Capello’s voice, but honestly, he didn’t really feel like listening at the moment. “—but now I’m afraid I must step in, I am forbidding you from engaging in those activities with a certain United States of America” ok, now he felt like listening
“I’m sorry, what?” it wasn’t that he was looking forward to comfort sex (he really wasn’t dammit) it was just… his coach was actually talking about his sex life, his sex life!
“We didn’t score any goals today. I feel that I’ve underestimated the effect your physical state has on our team’s state.” He coughed, uncomfortably, pissing England off because it wasn’t like they were talking about his sex life.
“You’re just pulling my leg aren’t you?”
“No, not in the least.”
England gritted his teeth.
“Hahaha!” America fake-laughed “You’re kidding right?”
“No, I’m not” England’s didn't even look him in the eye when he said it
Alfred groaned “Well, shit” a pause “…we can make out though right?”
“I am going to fucking win this shit today” and when he says it, England slaps him on the shoulder, hard.
“Language Alfred” he said, more teasingly than anything really
“I’ll curse if I want to curse” he huffed “I’m repressed enough as it is goddamit”
Arthur suppressed the urge to laugh “That’s nice” he said eyeing the bespectacled nation beside him, whilst sporting a manic grin on his face. Just then his name is called, and he gives America a peck on the cheek.“We’re up, wish me luck love!”
When England won, the first thing America thought was “Holy shit I’m going to get some tonight”, the second thing he thought was “Holy shit, I’m not going through if I don’t damn fucking win this next game”. But somehow the first thought was overpowering the second thought, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why his boys haven’t won yet. And just when he was about to rip of the ground and scream in pure rage something happens.
“Landon Donovan you son of a bitch” he says, he just stands there and gawks as his players put on a relatively gay display (even if he does say so himself (ah, football)). Snapping out of it, he launches himself towards the direction of the celebrating and shouts “Frickin’ marry me man!!!”
He’s completely surprised when he finds England in his locker room holding out a towel for him. Not caring about the amused snickers and awkward stares his players were making around him, Alfred tackle hugs Arthur, and gives him a fiery hot kiss.
~iz
Title: Hell Yes (or the Celebratory fic of Doom)
Pairing: US+UK of course
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and mentions of sex
Summary: Neither of them expected this, no really.
A/N: I wasn't going to post it originally, but then, a certain friend of mine told me (nay, demanded) I should. So here it is. :) Sorry about the title, I don't really know what to call this hahaha.
CELEBRATORY FIC OF DOOM
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It was after that game with Slovenia.Naturally, everyone in the locker room was in a really really really bad mood, but none more so, than the United States of America himself. He thrashed about as if he was a child throwing a tantrum, screaming curses like he never has before, ironically, all for a sport which he was originally indifferent about.
“That darn ref!!!” he screamed, and he punched his locker, making the unlucky man not too far away from him squeak (in a manly way of course, as manly as a squeak could be)
Letting out a long frustrated groan, America thinks, that at least, England would comfort him tonight whatever the outcome of his next game.
Fate, however, was apparently not on his side.
………………………..
“I didn’t really want to meddle in your personal affairs so I didn’t try to stop you before—“he was hearing Fabio Capello’s voice, but honestly, he didn’t really feel like listening at the moment. “—but now I’m afraid I must step in, I am forbidding you from engaging in those activities with a certain United States of America” ok, now he felt like listening
“I’m sorry, what?” it wasn’t that he was looking forward to comfort sex (he really wasn’t dammit) it was just… his coach was actually talking about his sex life, his sex life!
“We didn’t score any goals today. I feel that I’ve underestimated the effect your physical state has on our team’s state.” He coughed, uncomfortably, pissing England off because it wasn’t like they were talking about his sex life.
“You’re just pulling my leg aren’t you?”
“No, not in the least.”
England gritted his teeth.
……………………….
“Hahaha!” America fake-laughed “You’re kidding right?”
“No, I’m not” England’s didn't even look him in the eye when he said it
Alfred groaned “Well, shit” a pause “…we can make out though right?”
……………………
“I am going to fucking win this shit today” and when he says it, England slaps him on the shoulder, hard.
“Language Alfred” he said, more teasingly than anything really
“I’ll curse if I want to curse” he huffed “I’m repressed enough as it is goddamit”
Arthur suppressed the urge to laugh “That’s nice” he said eyeing the bespectacled nation beside him, whilst sporting a manic grin on his face. Just then his name is called, and he gives America a peck on the cheek.“We’re up, wish me luck love!”
…………………….
When England won, the first thing America thought was “Holy shit I’m going to get some tonight”, the second thing he thought was “Holy shit, I’m not going through if I don’t damn fucking win this next game”. But somehow the first thought was overpowering the second thought, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why his boys haven’t won yet. And just when he was about to rip of the ground and scream in pure rage something happens.
“Landon Donovan you son of a bitch” he says, he just stands there and gawks as his players put on a relatively gay display (even if he does say so himself (ah, football)). Snapping out of it, he launches himself towards the direction of the celebrating and shouts “Frickin’ marry me man!!!”
…………………..
He’s completely surprised when he finds England in his locker room holding out a towel for him. Not caring about the amused snickers and awkward stares his players were making around him, Alfred tackle hugs Arthur, and gives him a fiery hot kiss.
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A/N: I was going to watch the games, but I fell asleep :| (note: I live in Asia so this is understandable?). When I woke up, I found out what happened and watched some clips, so THIS came along. I hope it's not too bad or something :)
~iz
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I was telling someone else about how I thought that because both teams weren't playing very well their coaches must have said to alfred and arthur no more sex for the both of you till you win.
The fact that you acted out my fantasies makes you total WIN.
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I do honestly believe that that's what happened (lol) :)
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England got a 0:0 With Algeria because of sex injuries? AWESOME. =W= Since both nations qualify and the matches won't be in 3 days---GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS?!
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I really think there is no other logical explanation for that tie/loss xD hahaha
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It reminded me of how the players have to take a vow of celibacy during the cup, srsly, it's so fucking lulzy xDDDD
Awesome fic, it made my teeth get cavities :D
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Haha! I did NOT know they had to take a vow of celibacy, but somehow, it makes a lot of sense
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yay! I love this idea, it's fun to put more tension on them with their sex life put on hold, as much as the UST in their first game
I admit it, I only watching the match for this! XD XD XDno subject
by England.I already liked football before, but it's way more interesting now because of Hetalia, hahaha! xD
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and honey,what did I tell you??? ;DD (tignan mo lahat bago tong komento ko! XDDD)no subject
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