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Thinking about an AU where Kiku accepts a transfer to the American branch of the company he works for, where he meets Alfred, an annoying young man who works in their IT department and is constantly trying to impress him with pictures of his dumbass modded Japanese car

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An update on the anthology I am working on.

I completed the next section of it. We are over half way done!

This section is 16 pages and involves the following: US x JP, UK x US, Vibrator x UK America decorates Japan with whipped cream in his sleep then they have sex. England walks in on them and joins in. Note: dub-con

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Kiku: Alfred, I'm going to McDonald's, what do you want? Alfred: *mumbling* Crush me between your thighs. Kiku: *looks in through doorway* What? Alfred: I SAID I WANT A SLUSHY AND SOME FRIES

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England had begun to notice it throughout America's house. Here and there, little things, nothing he'd usually attribute to anything more than yet another passing fascination... and yet.

America had always been that way on some level - no matter how often some (England himself included) accused America of being self-absorbed and fundamentally incurious, it could not be denied that he really did love to explore, to travel, to visit his friends and fill his house with souvenirs and gifts from their lands. Still, something was different about this, and it was becoming... noticeable.

He'd finally commented when a noren appeared in the doorway of the kitchen in his main home in Virginia, but America had insisted it was a gift -- what, like I'm not gonna put up a gift from my friend? -- but he'd made frustratingly little progress in uncovering the truth of what exactly was happening between his friends...

A part of him worried it might be one-sided, and that was the source of America's unwillingness to discuss his new decor and the all-around cageyness he lately seemed to have when it came to the subject of their friend in the East. It was hard not to feel bad for America, in that case... Stupid and shortsighted as he was, he was nothing if not earnest, and young at that, likely without much experience in having unrequited feelings for an important ally.

It wasn't until weeks later, when he was paying a visit to said ally, that he saw it -- the indication that this was something much more serious, much less one-sided than he'd imagined, and clearly it had been happening under all their noses!

There, among the sophisticated decor, the sleek, traditional design of Japan's home, hung unobtrusively and yet still standing in such stark contrast to the beautiful traditional art his friend usually hung in his home that it was almost as if he'd been slapped with it...

"Kiku, is that Elvis?"

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@currybowls-blog sent me this lovely painting in the mail and I'm dying about it. LOOK AT THIS!!

It's so beautiful 😭 Thank you again!?!!

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AU where Alfred and Kiku are neighbors and Alfred develops the hots for Kiku because of how nice his lawn is

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Rouse Your Bold Heart - Ch. 24

Alfred left to see “James” shortly after breakfast, but not before forcing Amelia to let him clear the table by hurriedly jumping to his feet and gathering all the dishes before she had a chance to. He’d made a point to wash them for her as well, and she’d swatted him with a rag as he nudged her away from the washbasin, but laughed all the while. It was both wonderful to see Alfred so happy to be with his sister again, and painful to know they’d be separated once more before long. It made the truth of where Alfred was going weigh on Japan even more as he settled back into his bed in the little guest room. The room was a bit drafty, and too small for a fireplace, so the warmth of the main rooms didn’t seem to quite reach it, but he did not want to bother Amelia at all. He pulled the quilt up tight around his shoulders, and then sighed and pulled it straight up over his head. It had kept him warm the night before and likely would again, but somehow it seemed it had gotten colder than it was then, even despite the daylight. If his head wasn’t hurting so badly, Japan would have felt even more guilty for returning to bed so early in the day while Amelia worked around the house, but as it was he wasn’t sure he’d be much help anyway. He honestly wasn’t sure how much the doctor really could even do for him, but with his head aching so badly today, Japan thought he might be willing to try just about anything to get it to stop.

Chapter 24 is now up on AO3!

don't mind me just dropping a chapter after over a year

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In Your Night

Hetalia | G | USJP No warnings.

Written for APH Niche Pair Week Day 1 (late, shh) using the prompt Storms/Earth.

Here @ Ao3.

America waits in the rain for his friend to return from work, and revels in the feeling of being surrounded by Japan.

Because there he was home, and here he was a guest, and there was that awareness of being separate from this place in a way that was strangely fascinating. Here, when he breathed the humid summer air, when he smelled the freshness of the damp earth, when he heard the rolling thunder out over the sea and the drops of the heavy rain against his umbrella, it was all Japan, and he’d been welcomed in to feel it all.