England and Irelands New Year's…..
England X Ireland and minor Sealand.
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, JUST WRITING RANDOM STORIES. This is a Random Role-play from years ago. Kind of amusing, hope you enjoy. Not really Smut just slightly dirty I guess. Please enjoy and if you got negative comments I would love to hear them, I always need a good laugh. Also I need advice on my writing whether it's the style or anything please do give. Thanks bunches emaree :D!-
England: (drunk) Happy New Year!
Ireland: Aye you want to start the New Year off by giving me a fag since you took me last one
England: Or we could have shag first
Ireland: (leans on him) that sounds splendid
England: (turns to her and kisses her roughly on the mouth)
Ireland: (kisses back) you taste like limes
England: Are you calling me a fairy
Ireland: No I think it's from the gin and tonic (kisses him again) yes it's definitely the gin and tonic
England: (stares) why do women have softer lips then men?
Ireland: Its cause were gentle people
England: That's a load of shit! You punched me in the face the other night
Ireland: (Sits on his lap) it's a secret that men are not allowed to know about
England: Oh
Ireland: Exactly
England: You smell nice (smelling her)
Ireland: (blushes) t-thank you, you do to
England: (rest his head on her shoulder drunkenly) and I taste like a fairy
Ireland: (runs her hand through his hair) no you taste like a man
England: No….. You explicitly told me I taste like a fairy
Ireland : I said you taste like lime
England: (giggles awkwardly against her, breathing on her neck) I don't think I like that word
Ireland: What you don't like the word lime (laughs) stop that tickles
England: Because if you put a y on the end of it, it's offensive (continues to breathe against her neck)
Ireland: (giggles) Arthur it tickles, I didn't mean it like that I promise
England: (voice going from oddly bubbly to its usual drunker tone) then what did you mean by it (sits up eyeing her)
Ireland: That you taste like gin and tonic is all
England: Is that good? Do you like it?
Ireland: (nods) yes its nice, and you smell like a fag which makes it better
England: Want to snog like were teenagers again?
Ireland : (pulls him close) Aye I do
England: ( presses his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist, tilting his head slightly)
Ireland : ( leans into him Deeping the kiss)
England: (licks at the bottom of her lip)
Ireland: ( Moans) Arthur ~~
England: ( moves hand to feel a boob)
Ireland : ( pulls him down on top of her) mmhhmm
England: ( sits up suddenly and leans to the side, getting sick)
Ireland: (gets up) are you alright?
England: (stumbles to the wall leaning on to it with a hand, vomiting again)
Ireland : ( goes over and rubs circles on his back) there, there
England: (spits) get me another drink
Ireland: ( looks at him) Arthur I don't think you need another, take some water (hands him a glass)
England: (knocks it out of her hand) I said I want another drink!
Ireland: Fine but don't you blame me when you get sick, eat this before you take a drink (hands him a lemon)
England: (takes bite out of lemon, then makes sour face) what is this? Some sort of joke? ( He then shoves it back into her hand) where the hell is my drink, Irish rubbish?
Ireland: It's to get rid of the vomit taste, here you go another gin and tonic for you (hands it to him)
England: (takes it and starts drinking, trying to pat her on the shoulder, but ends up patting her on the face)
Ireland: (laughs) what are you doing
England: trying to tell you, you did a good job
Ireland: oh thank you, coming from you that means a lot
England: That's because…..because you love me
Ireland: (blushes) I –I do not
England: oh….. Okay (pats her head)
Ireland: (flustered… walks away to get a drink) don't pat me head
England: shove off….. I can do what I want
Ireland: no you can't
Sealand: Arthur…. You got drunk /again/ (backs out of the room)
England (yelling at Ireland) Yes I can
Ireland: no you can't, now stop throwing a tantrum and get me a drink
England: you go get me a drink you mental bitch (throws his mostly empty glass at her head)
Sealand: (runs in and grabs Iggy's arms) Stop it Arthur!
Ireland: thank you, sealand, he's just so abusive, I don't know what to do (goes and gets a drink)
Sealand: keen problem, (pushes Arthur onto the ground and sits on him)
Ireland: (takes a drink) aye Arthur that's a good luck for you hahahaha
Sealand: pfft, I agree
Ireland: ( sits on him too) he's very comfortable
Sealand: Indeed
Ireland: I think he needs to go to bed he's been awfully cranky lately
Sealand: (nods) you want to help me? He's heavy
Ireland: (gets up) yea, the poor bugger
Sealand: (grabs under his arms and picks him up) you got his feet?
Ireland: (lifts) aye I do
Sealand: okay, now do you want to drop him on his bed or the couch
Ireland: bring him to his bed or else he'll throw a fit (nods towards his room)
Sealand: believe me, I know what you're talking about (starts off towards his room)
Ireland: I wish he could be more civil about things (shakes head)
Sealand: agreed, but he's… well him. So I guess not (dumps Iggy onto his bed)
Ireland: (tucks him in) that's true