Latvia/Sealand

Angst

Someday, the waves will swallow this land upon the sea.

AU

Matchstick flames light the horizon- Latvia knows Sealand has won.

First Time

Saline air, an endless sky, the metal creaks.

"It's peaceful..."

Fluff

"You are only what you choose to be."

"...I-I know."

Genderbend

"We're not just those wee lasses- we're the wee lasses."

Historical

Latvia hears gunshots, whirring blades, and cheering amongst the waves.

Horror

"...said... it wouldn't hurt..."

Lacerations burn. Pale hands.

"Es meloju."

Humor

Sealand sells himself proudly and Latvia pontificates on 'diplomatic prostitution'.

Hurt/Comfort

His tears are rust, his body steel- Latvia holds on.

Smut

Like his spine, flags snap above. Sealand arches, Latvia drinks.

England/America

Angst

One gunshot ripples over the Atlantic and Parliament's windows break.

AU

America dreams in Britain's bed

of freedom gained, empires dead.

First Time

Soft, juvenile flesh he kisses- only ever on the cheeks.

Fluff

Over 36,000,000 English Americans. Over 150,000 American English- Never alone.

Genderbend

She burns, like the sun and England is the moon.

Historical

'Sailor, you are mine- I'll take you home to thine.'

Horror

Those bluest eyes cease sparkling as the bombs begin descent.

Humor

"Hey...hey! Waiter."

"Wot?"

"There's a fly in my soup."

Hurt/Comfort

The tea sits cooled, the coffee brewed, the liquoer gone.

Smut

Beautiful, the screaming of the eagle beneath the pummeling lion.