[Fic] Rosa Prologue
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deegeeakTitle: Rosa Prologue
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doomy_slasher
Characters/Pairing: America/England, implied Can/Fran/Prus
Rating: R
Warning: Part of the Power Exchange AU. BDSM, fantasies.
Summary: Alfred gets a clue, and Arthur gets laid much to everyone's relief.
It was no secret among the nations that North American was just odd. Not only were the three nations of North America so closely tied together, that to hit one, was to make the other two bleed in sympathy, but they had ideas.
Strange ideas.
Ideas that sometimes gave their old colonial masters hives and nightmares.
North America had given the world flight, telephones, fried Cola, Maple Syrup, the Rocket Belt and modern democracy. For the most part, this was all accepted with good natured cheer - except the fried Cola, as everyone else in the world agreed that such things were better left alone in fear of death. Alfred had simply looked bewildered at the retching noise coming from France. Matthew and Cara had shrugged at each other and stolen the rest of his Fried Cola**.
For all that, perhaps the oddest, and most outlandish thing about the North Americans was their lack of Pleasure Houses. That wasn't to say that there weren't any Houses in America, Canada or Mexico, but rather none of them had a national house. Mexicans were more often than not trained by the Royal Pleasure House of Spain - as a sign of respect towards the colonizing nation, as Cara had told Alfred. Canada held the Imperial British Pleasure House as equal to the National House of France. America held no house above another, allowing all of the world's pleasure houses to come and train his citizens. For the most part this worked well enough. The people of North America may not have followed the traditional routes of life as any European might know them, and they were truly a bit off in the head, but no one could accuse them of being ill-prepared for the ways of love.
Except for one, glaring exception.
Alfred's lack of experience had come to light, when France had called up England to brag about Canada's gaining of his Mastery from the National House of France. England responded that he'd made sure his colonies had been well trained before they'd left the nest instead of waiting a few hundred years. France shot back with an example of how painfully inexperienced Alfred had been during his revolution. England had demanded to know how France had come about this information. France then threw Prussia to the wolves (or in this case, an infuriated Englishman) and hung up the phone.
Germany had not been happy when England had stormed into his home and interrupted his time with Italy. As Germany had been in the middle of testing out some new ropes he'd gotten from Japan, he felt the anger was justified. He also felt he was fully justified in throwing both his brother and England into the basement with the order to "Fuck or kill each other, I don't care, just leave me out of it." While his mood had improved with the squirming of a bound (and silent) Italian at his side, it had plummeted back down the next night when Prussia had swaggered out of the basement long enough to steal the last of the lube and his new rope before vanishing back down to the basement. No one saw the either Prussia or England for another week.
Regardless, everyone could agree that the North Americans were odd and that was all there was to it.
**France and both Italies both lived in fear of Fall time, when North America had something called 'Fair Season'. The one held in Texas was especially terrifying. The last thing to come out of that fair had been something called "Bacon Explosion". The Italies had gotten drunk and had to be bailed out of jail by their respective Doms. France too had drowned his sorrow in wine, but instead simply called up England and demanded to know what he had done to his precious little ones so that they thought such evil and grease laden foods were 'good eats.' The resulting fight ended up with England screaming obscenities in old Anglo-Saxon, while France yelled back in Ancient Gaulish.
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doomy_slasher Characters/Pairing: America/England, implied Can/Fran/Prus
Rating: R
Warning: Part of the Power Exchange AU. BDSM, fantasies.
Summary: Alfred gets a clue, and Arthur gets laid much to everyone's relief.
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue
It was no secret among the nations that North American was just odd. Not only were the three nations of North America so closely tied together, that to hit one, was to make the other two bleed in sympathy, but they had ideas.
Strange ideas.
Ideas that sometimes gave their old colonial masters hives and nightmares.
North America had given the world flight, telephones, fried Cola, Maple Syrup, the Rocket Belt and modern democracy. For the most part, this was all accepted with good natured cheer - except the fried Cola, as everyone else in the world agreed that such things were better left alone in fear of death. Alfred had simply looked bewildered at the retching noise coming from France. Matthew and Cara had shrugged at each other and stolen the rest of his Fried Cola**.
For all that, perhaps the oddest, and most outlandish thing about the North Americans was their lack of Pleasure Houses. That wasn't to say that there weren't any Houses in America, Canada or Mexico, but rather none of them had a national house. Mexicans were more often than not trained by the Royal Pleasure House of Spain - as a sign of respect towards the colonizing nation, as Cara had told Alfred. Canada held the Imperial British Pleasure House as equal to the National House of France. America held no house above another, allowing all of the world's pleasure houses to come and train his citizens. For the most part this worked well enough. The people of North America may not have followed the traditional routes of life as any European might know them, and they were truly a bit off in the head, but no one could accuse them of being ill-prepared for the ways of love.
Except for one, glaring exception.
Alfred's lack of experience had come to light, when France had called up England to brag about Canada's gaining of his Mastery from the National House of France. England responded that he'd made sure his colonies had been well trained before they'd left the nest instead of waiting a few hundred years. France shot back with an example of how painfully inexperienced Alfred had been during his revolution. England had demanded to know how France had come about this information. France then threw Prussia to the wolves (or in this case, an infuriated Englishman) and hung up the phone.
Germany had not been happy when England had stormed into his home and interrupted his time with Italy. As Germany had been in the middle of testing out some new ropes he'd gotten from Japan, he felt the anger was justified. He also felt he was fully justified in throwing both his brother and England into the basement with the order to "Fuck or kill each other, I don't care, just leave me out of it." While his mood had improved with the squirming of a bound (and silent) Italian at his side, it had plummeted back down the next night when Prussia had swaggered out of the basement long enough to steal the last of the lube and his new rope before vanishing back down to the basement. No one saw the either Prussia or England for another week.
Regardless, everyone could agree that the North Americans were odd and that was all there was to it.
**France and both Italies both lived in fear of Fall time, when North America had something called 'Fair Season'. The one held in Texas was especially terrifying. The last thing to come out of that fair had been something called "Bacon Explosion". The Italies had gotten drunk and had to be bailed out of jail by their respective Doms. France too had drowned his sorrow in wine, but instead simply called up England and demanded to know what he had done to his precious little ones so that they thought such evil and grease laden foods were 'good eats.' The resulting fight ended up with England screaming obscenities in old Anglo-Saxon, while France yelled back in Ancient Gaulish.
