03 October 2011 @ 05:16 pm
[mod post] 2011 FRUK OCTOBER LOVEFEST! (outline + PROMPT POSTING POST)  

Thank you, suddenlyapples, for letting me use your adorable doodle! o3o
...look at my awesome photoshop skills orz

This will work in a similar fashion to last year's December Lovefest with a few differences. Please make sure you read this post! You don't have to be a member to participate! We'd love it if you told your friends and got them involved! :D


HOW IT WORKS

You post prompts, you fill prompts, everyone goes home happy! That is the idea anyway. You will do all your prompts and fills in the comments on this post, making a new thread for each prompt. You do not have to intend to fill any prompts to post ones, it is totally fine. Post as many prompts as you like, fill prompts however you like, NO LIMITS! Well okay there are a few limits, we will get into that.

HOW TO POST PROMPTS

There is no set form to use when posting your prompt. If there is anything you don't want to see in a potential fill e.g. pairings, kinks, etc, please make sure to specify. Long detailed prompts, picture prompts, lyrics prompts, anything you'd like to see a fanwork created from, you can use as a prompt - just be mindful that word prompts may be a little harder for fillers to work with.

You post prompts to THIS ENTRY throughout the entire event. Each prompt should be in a separate post (it does not matter if you make two or more posts in a row).

STOP posting prompts on November 6.

HOW TO POST FILLS

You post a fill as a direct reply to that prompt. For fics, you can post it to your own journal/wherever you posted it and then link it in the comment, or you can post the fic directly into the comment - this is the same for everything else: provide a link to the art/comic/picture/etc or embed it directly into the comment. If a prompt is already filled, you can still fill it again!

Once you have posted your fill, please also copy paste the prompt and provide a link to your fill in THE FILLS LIST, as well as a reminder to start posting your fills). You do not need to put each new fill in a separate post, so you can lump e.g. 5 fills you did and their prompts into one post. You may start creating your fill(s) as soon as you find a prompt(s) you want, but do not post it until October 6 onwards!

STOP posting fills on November 6.

OKAY SO THIS IS JUST A KINK MEME BASICALLY?

Pretty much. Logistically it runs the same as the previous Lovefest, with the exclusion of the point system. There will be a grace period for the first PROMPTS to be posted from October 3 (that's today) to October 6 - this doesn't mean you can't start working on your fills, in fact, the period is there to give fillers a little extra time in the beginning. On October 6, FILLS start to be posted, and new prompts continue to be made until November 6! This is just a fun event, however-

HOWEVER?

There will be a prize of a 6 month livejournal subscription, courtesy of comptine! This would only be available to people who have filled a prompt(s) and it is optional to enter. If you would like to enter, include something along the lines of 'I want to enter the run for the prize' when you post your fill to the fill list (which will be posted on October 6). You only need to state that you want to enter on one of your fills, though all of your fills will count. The only exception is filling your own prompt, those won't count. Of the people who enter, the person with the most fills wins.

IN SUMMARY:
  • October 3 - Start posting prompts (please post each new prompt as a separate comment) to THIS POST!
  • October 6 - Continue posting prompts and start posting your fills! Please also post a link to your fill in the fills post (also include something like 'I'd like to enter the running for the prize' in the same post IF you would like to enter).
  • November 6 - STOP posting prompts and filling! This sadly can't last forever. :(

CAN I DO STUFF BESIDES FIC?

Goodness yes. Art, cosplay, fanmixes, interpretive dance, whatever you like.

IS THERE A MINIMUM QUALITY COMPONENT?

Fills should have SOME effort put into them. Use your judgment. Fic fills should probably be at leat 100 words, art fills shouldn't be scribbled drunkenly on the back of a napkin, that sort of thing. comptine and I reserve the right to exclude fills from the count for consistently shoddy fills (applicable only to people who choose to be in the running for the prize), though I doubt that will be a problem here.

Standard community rules apply throughout the event, of course. Fills should be your own work.

OKAY I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY

Please post any questions or comments about the love-fest in the first thread.

I think that's everything. We hope you'll have fun participating! We can't ensure every prompt gets a fill, but we're here to have fun and all that good stuff. Let's keep spreading that FrUK love!

♥ START POSTING PROMPTS NOW! ♥

 
 
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Mmaikichelorrain on October 3rd, 2011 07:33 am (UTC)
Since the showdown is for next Saturday, I'd like something dealing with rugby. The 6 nations, the World Cup, French teams kicking ass, Wilkinson's divine foot... whatever you want!
*Second Soda This Hour*: It was fun animating this!~tenjilover on October 26th, 2011 06:04 am (UTC)
A Handshake
http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/cavakins/RUGBY.png

I know nothing about Rugby, so I had to look up their uniforms, so hopefully their accurate or something.
I hope you were talking about the France vs Wales match that was on the 15th of October.
If not then I'm so sorry!
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B. L. Williams: boss poster brocomptine on October 3rd, 2011 07:56 am (UTC)
I'd really like an awesome office romance would be nice. Francis has maybe a fashion designer/photographer and Arthur as a lowly writer/tech guy.

Like... The Office meets Devil Wears Prada!
*Second Soda This Hour*: FrUK chibish You look at me like that...tenjilover on November 6th, 2011 08:11 pm (UTC)
Just letting you know that I'm filling this. Though since I've run out of time, I suppose I'll have to post it as a regular post. Rrrgh, I'm trying my best on it, ha ha!
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Matthew Williams: peekaboocanadien_please on October 3rd, 2011 08:07 am (UTC)
"Guardian Angel" with Arthur as Francis' guardian angel~ Modern day verse?
Mmaikichelorrain on October 3rd, 2011 10:16 am (UTC)
Angel of the Lord Part 1
This is not beta'd and this is crack and I regret nothing...

Angel of the Lord Part 1

Francis didn't remember the date he learnt the big news. That day sucked, he had no more bread contrary to what his memories assured him to, no more cheese in the fridge and one of those headaches that invited themselves from time to time when he woke up after one of the so vivid and realistic dreams he imagined the previous night. He shouldn't really complain about those dreams - it made a living out of them, through writing and publishing the story they enfolded, but still... they ruined his mood and his complexion to the point he was scared to check out the dark under his eyes in the mirror.

His mood couldn't have worsened, but then a catterpillar eyebrowed men without wings had suddenly appeared with a blast of light in his living room to start a preach.

"Francis," the mysterious man said to a dumbfounded Francis and the bottle of milk he was carrying in his hand, "as a Prophet of the Lord, I am here to raise you from the perdition you've fallen into."

And Francis wasn't so sure anymore the lady he banged the previous night had put no drugs into his martini glass.


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The popping man was an archangel, an archangel with a British accent and without the good address of a beautician, all for him as archangels protected and cherished the prophets the time they wrote and spread the Words. His name was unpronouncable and enochian so Francis nicknamed him Arthur, because Arthur was King of the Brits and Francis always loved Knights of the Round table dancing on Round tables and that what all the dumbass deserved, with the huge stick he has in his ass. Somehow, he was convinced the Great Lord in Heaven was displeased by Francis' way of life. Francis begged to differ.

"No more fornication", he announced the second time they met - the first time, Francis had done his best to call the cops, the church and to exorcice him, but to no avail. Arthur then showed him his wings to make him shut up, and what could Francis answer to that? Except that the feathers looked soft and would make a nice pillow for his oncoming nap.

"What about masturbation?"

"You can't spill your seed. Find a decent woman and procreate."

Francis stared as his archangel.

"What about porn?"

"Porn?"

"Can't you just find another prophet? I don't think we'll get on well."
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devidevdevidev on October 3rd, 2011 08:09 am (UTC)
The cardverse, as you know, Arthur is a queen of spade but here Arthur doesn't serve as Alfred's pair but as brother because Alfred as the throne heir hasn't meet his love/wife (he's the queen to ease him giving his young brother advice and as spokesperson), while Francis acts as the king of diamond - a long time kingdom enemy of spade's and their countries are in the fragile position - attack or to be attacked.

Arthur obviously doesn't want his country fall, he tries diplomatic talk or manipulative to save it, but in the end he's always fall to the diamond's kingdom tricks, what he's done basically useless.

Classic FrUK plot: Love your enemy. I want to see the love bloom through hate and manipulative actions in cardverse version XD and I'm sorry if my English's bad.

thanks in advance
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Abysshanakoanime on October 20th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Yuri, My Lover 1a/2
God, this was a bit more serious than I thought.


The roses were beautiful, but the male on the other side caught his attention more than the blood-red flowers did. He saw that the other was tending to it, and couldn’t help but feel as if he might be able to fall in love with the man.

When he turned to face him, irritated it seemed, he noticed the eyebrows of all things. The eyebrows were huge, taking up a lot more room on his face than what was expected of eyebrows. Usually, he’d notice the eyes, or the mouth, but the eyebrows demanded his attention.

“What do you want?” He assumed that the worker was British based on his accent, but he couldn’t be sure.
“This flower,” he replied easily, pointing to the day lilies. He knew what it meant—he had to search for it since he often flirted by giving flowers—so he wasn’t all that shocked when the worked blushed and started to stutter.

“But—but—”

“I was only kidding, mon cher. I would like the Lily of the Valley.” His friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, somehow landed himself in a hospital—he said it was the “asshole’s” fault, but he somewhat doubted it.
He found himself smiling, laughing with Gil when he kept mentioning the awesome things they did the before he found himself in this “shitty room.” Then Antonio, their mutual friend, entered the room, causing them to be too loud. He and ‘Tonio got themselves kicked out of the hospital.

The days passed, and Gilbert soon was released from the hospital. At first, he was relieved, as his friend would now be able to join him and Antonio for their nightly drinking (and flirting), but then he came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be able to annoy Arthur anymore.

The loss of a friend, even if they weren’t the best of friends, was enough to darken his mood. That night, he wasn’t as attentive to the females as he would have been, and he didn’t talk to the others as much as he would have. By the end of the night, his friends were worried that Francis had gotten sick.

It was difficult, but he managed to convince Arthur that his friend was still in the hospital. He managed to convey his “nostalgia” for his friend’s memories (ones that will “go away with him”.)

Mon cher,” he would often say, and more often than not, Arthur will blush and call him a “bloody wanker”. He would always smile and give a suave reply.

This day, however, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder as if it were a comforting gesture—the movement felt awkward, though. He could feel Arthur’s discomfort, and he knew that Arthur was not one to act sympathetically.

He was surprised by this gesture, but he also loved that the other would attempt to comfort him, even if his comfort wasn’t needed.

Often, if not always, he’d feel a bit guilty for making Arthur think that he was mourning for his friend’s indeterminate death, but he’d feel even worse if he were to be without Arthur for a day. He knew that Arthur was a drug, something that he simply couldn’t live without.

Sometimes, he’d wonder if he was losing his mind, if he had nothing left of his sanity. His sanity was questionable, he’d agree, but he believed that he retained enough to not have to depend on someone.

The days turned to weeks, and he one day asked the question that was on the tip of his tongue, sometimes so unbearable that he felt that he had to ask, other times feeling as though he should just bite his tongue and keep from speaking the question.
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Lucioleluciole_solange on October 3rd, 2011 08:23 am (UTC)
"Tell the truth and run" - quote, work it into a story? I trust you FrUK Comm!
all_galimatiasall_galimatias on October 6th, 2011 05:54 pm (UTC)
Tell the truth and run.
The other nations have privately thought of a few different reasons why Francis and Arthur had never gotten together.

Kiku watched them both storm out of arguments, still spitting insults, and never apologising for the hurts they caused each other, even when they were back on speaking terms, and thought that they were both creatures far too proud to ever be the first to admit. He thought that neither was willing to be the one on the back foot, waiting on the other.

Matthew watched them skirt round the topic whenever they both accidently said the exact same point simultaneously at a meeting, glanced up and met each other’s eyes then hastily retracted the view and slip easily into another furious fight and decided they were both scared. He thought that they were both frightened of rejection, that the other didn’t feel the same, that they’d lose whatever they currently had.

Alfred watched them snarl and bite, sink claws into old scars and rip them anew, pull dark secrets out of broken souls and parade them like blood-stained flags, and wondered if it was because they both thought that if they ever ever let themselves get close enough for the wounds to stay raw and tender when they fought they’d really destroy each other. He wondered if they had decided a relationship was suicide for both of them, that they both hated each other above any other passion they could possibly have and it was simple preservation of them both together and separately to keep apart.

Ludwig watched them duck round corners and subtly flee when the others came into view and contemplated the fact that they had a history of wars and hatred, that their people had been born into long-lived enmity through generations, that it was only fairly recently that their nations had cautiously struck up alliances. He observed that they might both still be living in their pasts, nursing grudges and sins and mistakes, and that it wasn’t something they couldn’t let themselves move past.

Antonio watched one abandon their conflicts in a fraction of a second when someone dares to threaten the other, lashing out against the third party without thought or hesitation, reflexively defensive and considered that they hadn’t realised that they loved each other yet. He considered the idea that for all their protective possessiveness, constant companionship and complete and utter understanding of each other, they didn’t know this simple thing about themselves.


Really, it was a messy combination of all these things. They were proud, they were frightened. They didn’t trust themselves or each other. And half the time, they weren’t sure if they could live with or without the other.

Then there was the fact they were both such terrible cowards.

Tell the truth and run.

Don’t wait for the answer, the reaction, the response. Don’t bottle it up, trap it inside, let it consume you.

Help a drunken idiot home, ignore the glazed green eyes, make sure he’s safe, even if you’re complaining. Tell him you love him, dump him on the bed and flee. Let him wonder when he wakes up if he was just dreaming.

Drag him off a battle field, coax blue eyes open, talk him back into this world, whine about how he’s not worth the effort. Tell him you love him, hand him over to a nurse and leg it. Leave him to ponder if the whole thing was pain induced.

Skirt, dodge, dance, run. Run run run.

Tell the truth.

And hide from the repercussions. It’s a wonderful compromise, is it not.


Eventually it’s the other nations who have the realisation first. It’s Seychelles specifically who has the bright idea to handcuff them to each other. But that’s another story.)
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The lost sheeplost_hitsu on October 3rd, 2011 08:27 am (UTC)
We need more autumn atmosphere.
Fights in heaps of fallen leaves, picking apples, snuggling together under a blanket while watching the rain outside, whatever comes to your mind when you hear "autumn".

Artfills especially appreciated!
sharksonfiresharksonfire on October 6th, 2011 07:20 pm (UTC)
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Sir Rin Applewood: cheep!suddenlyapples on October 3rd, 2011 08:31 am (UTC)
francis and arthur with their little babies / toddlers / whatever age alfred and arthur being fluffy with their pets ( nekotalia counterparts )!
Sir Rin Applewoodsuddenlyapples on October 3rd, 2011 08:53 am (UTC)
OHCRAP. i meant alfred and matthew. IMSORRYMATTHEW.
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Luciole: pic#101734323luciole_solange on October 3rd, 2011 08:33 am (UTC)
Meeting over the internet on accident (video games? forums? accidental meet up!)

If you wanted to get even a bit more.... NSFW, they could be part of a BDSM community forums and meet up for some *interesting times~* but then realise they already know each other IRL :'D
qichi von dumbshit: hnfqichi on October 7th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC)
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BDSM Community Forums -> Site -> Introductions

Subject: Hello.
Poster: AK
Page 1

AK
2009-06-04 02:57 PM
I don't usually make much of a habit out of introducing myself, particularly on forums, as I try to let my posts speak for themselves. It seems a bit necessary here, however, as this topic in particular requires more boundaries than usual, and if any random bloke off this site thinks he's going to private-message me for a fuck I'd like to set him straight on my post 1. I'm not here to get fucked. I'm here to talk about something of interest to me and, perhaps, get ideas for the people I already fuck. Mind your manners and we'll all be fine.

FeliFeli [mod]
2009-06-04 03:58 PM
hi ak ;)

AK
2009-06-04 03:58 PM
FeliFeli - You've replied so quickly, how could you possibly have even read my post?

Low V [mod]
2009-06-04 04:04 PM
@AK HEY You mind yourself too. See the little symbol next to my and Feliciano's names? Try not to snap back at us because we can kick you the hell out

FeliFeli [mod]
2009-06-04 04:06 PM
heyy lovi you scared the last 3 new members away, leave this 1 alone lol

F. Bonnefoy
2009-06-04 04:10 PM
Well, hello at any rate, AK. I hope you'll get used to the odd little community here. And don't mind the twins - Lovino is really rather harmless and Feliciano is, in fact, a great moderator though he never seems it.

But I have to protest! This is hardly an introduction!

Alfred2000
2009-06-04 04:15 PM
+1 dude LMAO
tell us about urself don't just yell at us!!


BDSM Community Forums -> Community -> General Chat

Subject: ~Picture Post~ THIRD THREAD (lots of nsfw!)
Poster: Gil
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Gil
2009-06-06 07:27 PM
Wow dude how many pages w/o nsfw is this so far? I miss seeing nudes come onnn

AK
2009-06-06 07:27 PM
I haven't any pictures of myself handy, nor am I certain I'd be comfortable with that (at least, with a face shot) but, as I've seen others in this thread post their lunch and their cats, I suspect this is fine. Delete if not. Here is a rather nice bouquet I purchased the other day. I think it sits well in this windowsill.

Gil
2009-06-06 07:30 PM
oh my fucking god

F. Bonnefoy
2009-06-06 07:41 PM
Gilbert. Be nice.

Gil
2009-06-06 07:44 PM
I hate you

F. Bonnefoy
2009-06-06 07:55 PM
Yes, of course you do. I assume we're still on for tomorrow? 4, outside the bank?

Gil
2009-06-06 07:58 PM
fuck you
yes

FeliFeli [mod]
2009-06-06 08:11 PM
offtopic guys


Chat, F. Bonnefoy and AK, 2009-06-06
F. Bonnefoy 08:03 PM: Sorry about him.
AK 08:03 PM: What?
F. Bonnefoy 08:04 PM: Gil, in the picture-post thread. He's a bit of a pain.
AK 08:06 PM: Why are you messaging me?
F. Bonnefoy 08:06 PM: To be nice
AK 08:10 PM: Don't.
AK has signed offline
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private dick extraordinaire: england | dressed to the ninesalliterations on October 3rd, 2011 08:58 am (UTC)
Something involving horseback riding. It can be them racing for fun or playing polo or just heading out on a nice day.
BunBunnbunnytstar on November 6th, 2011 03:33 am (UTC)
Here you go. I made this quickly but I hope you like it.

Photobucket
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The lost sheeplost_hitsu on October 3rd, 2011 09:19 am (UTC)
Quote prompt
"I kiss better than I cook."

Run wild, dear fandom. Anything goes.
devidevdevidev on October 8th, 2011 04:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Quote prompt
first time filling a prompt, and it's a short comic, I hope you like

my empty journal
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anderfreak on October 3rd, 2011 10:07 am (UTC)
Francis owns a newspaper stall in Paris and he sees a certain blonde passing by everyday. They get a chance to talk one day/night and things go slowly from there. A bit of Papa!Francis would be awesome too

Feel free to twist it in whatever way you like.
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Izziiamelegentmess on October 3rd, 2011 01:43 pm (UTC)
Something with France having an unhealthy obsession with Nutella and England taking full advantage of that by holding it hostage from France unless he caters to England's whims.
Shachashadow_of_egypt on October 3rd, 2011 05:24 pm (UTC)
Where Francis is a prince/king and Arthur is a Head Wizard to that court - and any situation coming out of the scenario at all.

Yes, this is inspired in part by HetaQuest. *shameless*
Mmaikichelorrain on October 6th, 2011 11:15 am (UTC)
Heresy
"We have to kill them."

The private council shivered, a small murmur bristled and prevented the room to fall in an insufferable silence, but contrary to Francis' expectations, none of the advisors dared to openly protest against the King’s decision. They at best allowed their concern and guilt to appear through a nervous smile or a shadow in their glance, but it was nothing, and especially not a recrimination to the final order Francis' grandfather just uttered with his deep and authoritarian voice. And still on his chair, mute, his fists tight under the table, Francis was no better. But what could he do? He, the Heir Prince, had begged his Sire more times than he could remember, and confronting him now would cost him to be sent to jail for the rest of his life.

So instead he smiled, and winked. He knew what he had to do.

The audience was nearly over. Later, the King will order the slaughter to begin. Francis ignored how many were targeted. His head was light, despite the dread oncoming - tomorrow, usual figures would be missing, their body drenched in blood somewhere in the town, and he would never see them again.

For what crime, for what purpose? To have convert to the Other Magic, to have rejected the traditional practice, to have embraced what many were now calling a lost way, ‘an heresy’? Magic was like breathing to the Kingdom. What would happen to it, now a large faction of the mages was twisting the spells and incantations?

He paid goodbyes to the guests, and quickly aimed for his quarters, or so he wanted them to believe. His feet roamed the castle, by heart. He had escaped so many times, to chase boys and girls, to drink in the taverns he still remembered the shift of the guards, and all the secret passages his grandfather failed had mentioned him when he was still a boy. The head wizard quarters weren't too far away from his own, and for once, it brought a sort of comfort in Francis’ guts.

Arriving in front of the door, Francis hesitated. He didn't even like the man. First time they had met, Arthur Kirkland, appointed to be the Head Wizard of the Royal Family, the youngest the Kingdom had ever chosen, had sent him drown in the moats, for the simple reason the Prince didn't like his haircut. Outside of that, Francis had to recognize Arthur was talented, terribly talented.

He knocked.

Arthur answered nearly immediately. He was in his sleeping clothes, a long white robe, his hair even more disheveled than usual, if it were possible, and pretty much grumpy. He was ready to let go of an insult, but froze as soon as he recognized his guest.
"Prince Francis," he groaned. "Always a pleasure. Did you get lost?"

"No time for forplay, Head Wizard. You need to leave."
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pandalovesmilk: chibi frukpandalovesmilk on October 3rd, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC)
Chibi Fruk, Francis is looking for Arthur and it get's dark, Arthur scares him and plays some pranks taking it to far making Francis cry, now Arthur is in the dark with a sobbing Francis and he cant get him to stop crying. So I basically want young Arthur trying to comfort young Francis <3

I dunno I just love chibi FrUK! <33
Bridget Dennisoiseaumonqueur on October 8th, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)
I'm not so sure how Arthur would scare him though..? I mean what kind of pranks? I don't know how I could write that to be honest..like how he scares him. Do you maybe have details that could help me?
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lady_phenyx: Hetalia Blow Kisslady_phenyx on October 3rd, 2011 06:25 pm (UTC)
"The red rose speaks of passion, the white rose speaks of love.
Oh the red rose is a falcon, and the white rose is a dove.
But I give you a cream-white rosebud with a flush on its petal tips,
for the love that is purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips." - John Boyle O'Reilly

No human AUs, please?
kuroi_hemlockkuroi_hemlock on October 9th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
Passion, Love and Desire [1a/1]
I hope the OP does not mind that I didn't use the actual poem in the story. I apologize for any grammar mistakes, but I was staring to change too many things around and I can take forever editing. I hope it is okay as it is. :) NOTE: Minor hints of Portugal/UK and US/UK.
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The room is lit with chandlers hanging brightly above and soft lights illuminating around the room, casting false shadows of dancers against the wooden panelled walls. The empty plates on each large dinner table have been left for foxtrots and waltzes, by each nation intent on enjoying the young evening. A few linger at the tables, drinking champagne – America in particular has gone past two or three glasses, clutching at his glass as if it is a lost friend and a reminder of what he has to deal with back home. Canada eyes him with sympathy and what looks like hidden guilt; France in his observations does not completely understand, since he is out of touch with current events in both countries.

The only trouble he worries about is Prussia and Germany, who both eye him with distrust – or betrayal in Prussia's case since the Treaty of Versailles. France knows that his former friendship with Prussia is now stained, no matter how little he was involved with the actual proceedings. France moves away from where he was standing, to get away from the hateful glares and sits at a table where Greece is currently taking a nap. Greece had danced earlier with Liechtenstein and then got into a small argument with Turkey, who had not too long ago renamed his capital – farewell dear Constantinople! France toasts to the air as he places the wine glass to his lips, listening to a small Orchestra inside the upscale London hotel.

The event was of some celebration France had not cared to remember, wishing he was in Paris walking down the streets along glamourous fashion houses and quaint cafes that call to him along the Seine. London on this particular day chilled him to the bone in its unpredictable fall weather, he felt blessed that it had not decided to rain. The hotel they were currently staying in is elegant and the food at best is passable – though France would never admit to finding good food in London. It leaves France to wonder where their host is, since he does not see him at any of the tables drowning himself in self pity and alcohol. France does not have any hope in finding a trace of England amidst their peers; he let the thought go, as he hears the orchestra change their music from a foxtrot to a tango. Did Spain have a hand at this? The last time France had been in London with Spain was a decade ago, they had danced the tango together in a tea room – which had caused a few sensible English ladies to faint in astonishment amidst tea and cakes. It caused a scandal and an angry telephone call from England who threatened some harm or another if he or Spain harassed any his people again.

Spain was no where to be seen and could not have been responsible for the change in music; France felt regretful, since he did enjoy dancing with Spain. He could not dwell on thoughts of Spain any further when he notices England dancing with Portugal. It now made sense to France, since Spain was not on the dance floor and very few South American countries had bothered to make the journey across the Atlantic. Portugal like Spain, is very skilled in the tango, as France knows very well from experience.

France has always been aware of Portugal's soft spot for England, which he did not always hide very well; especially now as he holds England close to him, with only a small distance between them and gently touching his leg against England's during certain dips and movements. England is blind if he does not see it, or just enjoys the attention; they both have been together off and on for centuries with little grudge or jealousy. He notices England returning Portugal's advances, with a slight brush of his own leg and a look in his eyes that causes the other man's to look back at England – if it were possible, his eyes would be burning red, the same red as the rose on his lapel.
qichi von dumbshit: :^Dqichi on October 3rd, 2011 08:13 pm (UTC)
Academia AU - classes, classwork, scheduling difficulties when planning dates, all of it. Drunk makeouts...
darkfireburning: francedarkfireburning on October 14th, 2011 03:32 am (UTC)
I filled this here, @ my journal!

I hope it's alright ;; first time posting in fruk comm \o/ I kind of just took one part of the prompt and ran with it?
ikkjevaksen on October 3rd, 2011 08:20 pm (UTC)
ballet!Francis. I'd prefer an AU, but canon is ok. I don't care how you solve it, or how they meet (maybe Arthur works at the theatre, maybe he's in the audience - it's up to you). I'd prefer it if Arthur couldn't dance at all, though. Like. Seriously. Not. At. All.

(AM I DOING THIS RIGHT.......)
mickey: fondmikkary_bones on October 7th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
Small Steps [1/?]
i

He wakes up at six-thirty in the morning. It is instinctive. He has woken up at six-thirty in the morning every day since he was ten years old. Nearly twenty years of early mornings, despite the work, despite the exhaustion, despite the performances, despite the trysts.

Six-thirty a.m. He wakes up, and stares at the ceiling. He already knows it is useless to try to get up. His left leg feels dead, heavy. Cold. Even if he did manage to get out of bed, he has nothing to do.

He stares at the ceiling. It's painted white, but the sunrise tinges it first lavender, then pale pink, then orange, and finally gold. Sunlight creeps in through half-open blinds, working its way down the wall and across the floor.

The morning sits on his chest. It presses him down, forbids him from sitting up even when the sun has fully risen. It crouches, it kneads his flesh with its claws, it stares him down and seems to grow heavier as time goes on. He can only lie on his back, stare into space, and breathe.

At noon exactly, the morning disappears - or perhaps it simply springs off his chest and pads into the next room, to bide its time until tomorrow. He sits up.

ii

This isn't how he meant to be living his life. Two weeks ago, he was famous. Two weeks ago, he danced as effortlessly as now, he breathed. Two weeks ago his limbs responded to every command, his body was a work of art.

And then he fell.

(It wasn't his fault or maybe it was - he has completely forgotten the incident. He remembers dancing, reaching up, taking a jump. And then he remembers pain. And then he remembers the hospital, two days later. He knows from Natalya that he landed wrong, that his foot had buckled underneath him, that he had fallen to the ground and, when he did not get up, they called the ambulance.)

Something strange had happened in his head, when he made that leap; the doctors say he was already unconscious when he landed. They said it had been a minor seizure, maybe, but they weren't sure.

He didn't care about that.

They said he would never be able to dance again, even after all the small bones in his foot were healed. They had needed to perform surgery; his tendons would not stretch the same way; he would possibly reinjure himself; it was best to stay away from the stage.

The doctors saved his foot but Francis more than half believed that they had killed him.
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Starr Dust: Linusstarrdust411 on October 3rd, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
Body swapping hi-jinks.

Basically I'd love to see a fic where England and France change bodies thanks to some magical mix up. Whether the whole mess is England's fault or can be blamed on some third party is up to the filler. I'd also like for England to enforce a strict "no sex until we're back to normal rule" which France is keen on breaking because he's always secretly wanted to doink himself.

Major bonus if France, while in England's body, tries to pluck those monster eyebrows.
rochu_blackrochu_black on October 3rd, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
Yeeeeeeeeey, prompts!
I'd like something with an overly insane and jealous England in the Jeanne times. And a lot of fire. Maybe some comparison with the actual times, some metaphores... that'd be nice.
Deon Pointkangkiki_jogalox on October 3rd, 2011 10:27 pm (UTC)
So, I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed that in the movie Paint it White, France and England came out of the jungle together when they were on the island. I'd like a story of what happened in that time, from when they landed in the water to when they meet up with the others. Please include the fact that England can't swim (it is cannon, afterall~) and maybe have France save him. It'd be much appreciated~

I'm trying to get the bad taste out of my mouth of certain horrible chapter that was just written to a formerly wonderful universe. I'm sure many FrUK fans know what I'm talking about... =.=;;
tuulensisko: hidetuulensisko on October 27th, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
Kind of off topic but...
... I got curious, which universe are you talking about? *hasn't been following fics much lately*
*Second Soda This Hour*: FrUK chibish You look at me like that...tenjilover on October 3rd, 2011 11:27 pm (UTC)
May I have some FrUK scribbled drunkenly on the back of a napkin, please?

Just try not to have the napkin rip. The best thing to use is a pen in my opinion.

It doesn't actually have to be scribbled and it can be crack. <3 That's all!
Starr Dust: Tiana Foodstarrdust411 on October 12th, 2011 12:43 am (UTC)
Art fill
This was actually a bit tricky to accomplish. The drawing wasn't so bad since I just used a felt tip marker, but actually getting the image on my computer wasn't so simple. At first I tried to scan it, but it looked horrible and you could barely tell it was a napkin. Then I took a picture and like with anyone taking a picture, I had to take multiple attempts before I was satisfied.

I think it came out pretty well. I hope you like it :)

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Binni: FrUK - Sreepybinni on October 3rd, 2011 11:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, forgive me if this is too specific. ;__;

1850's; Francis returns after several years, meeting Arthur (lord of the manor, and all) at a ball. Romantic, sad/happy waltzing. :)
souslelys: FrUK { Scarf Kisses }souslelys on October 4th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
(Absolutely Invincible British) Gentleman!England romances classy & cool female!France. If you think it's too easy for Arthur, feel free to get some other suitors in there. >D
Starr Dust: Aladdin/Jasmine Fireworksstarrdust411 on October 10th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
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I drew this since the fic I was writing in response to this fill wasn't coming together very well. My art style isn't as good as the other users here, but I hope this doesn't look too terrible XP

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Jesshideincarnate on October 4th, 2011 01:11 am (UTC)
Young FrUK! By young I mean, Norman Invasion or younger if you wish. Cute and fluffy silliness because they are children! Have them act their age!
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