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America: Mex and I are so close, we even share a toothbrush
Mexico: We what?
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Some (belated) Christmas themed USMex:
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“Be patient. It’s a surprise.”
America had his hands over Mexico’s eyes so that he couldn’t peak. But Mexico could tell that they had stepped into the glassed-in pool room because he could feel the humidity in the air and could smell the chlorine.
He could have spoke the thought, but he felt like it would ruin the surprise. He could tell that America was excited about the surprise. Mexico said, pretending he didn’t have any idea what was going on, “Will you give me a hint?”
As he listened carefully, he could hear the sound of the wind rushing outside of the windows. The weather in New York had been especially bad this year, and it had cancelled all of America’s plans for his annual party. It was still alarming to hear the wind and to know that there was cold just outside the window. It was enough to make him shiver.
America said, with the sound of someone who thought he was being coy, “It’s going to make visiting me so much better.”
Mexico couldn’t guess what he meant, but he didn’t need to wait long for an answer. America took his hands off. Mexico’s eyes immediately lighted on a steaming hot tub that had not been there the last time he had visited. He said, “Oh, that is new.”
America wrapped his arms affectionately around Mexico’s waist and said, “I had it put in while you were in Qatar. You always say that you don’t like how cold it is here, so this will help warm you up.”
Mexico was struck by how thoughtful it was. His tropical nature made the cold far more unpleasant than it was to America, and it was practically a yearly tradition that he wrapped himself in blankets and complained about how cold the Eastern seaboard got. He had thought that America had blocked out his complaints years ago.
He was impressed that his boyfriend had been thinking about it and had come up with a solution. He turned to look America in the eyes as he said, “That is so sweet of you, Alfie.”
America’s eyes sparkled happily. He did love gift giving. It made it possible for him to show love through money, which he had in spades.
America leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Mexico let himself lean into America’s embrace and kiss him back. There was something about America being thoughtful that made him melt, even though he knew the moments were few and far between.
America tightened his hold on Mexico’s waist. He said, “Come on. Test it out. I’ve been waiting all month to see how you like it.” America ran one of his hand down Mexico’s thigh and added, “You don’t need a swimsuit or anything. We’re in the penthouse; no one else is this far up.”
Mexico chuckled at the idea that America needed to tell him. He was always impressed by how long it took to take the elevator up to America’s penthouse. There was no doubt that no one else was up this far. He asked, “Is this an elaborate way to get my clothing off?”
He knew it wasn’t, but he liked seeing the way that the question flustered America. The blonde blushed and said, struggling to find his words, “No, but it is a perk.”
Mexico slipped out of America’s grasp and winked at him as he pulled off his shirt. He did it slowly enough to be teasing and said, “Is this what you wanted?” He slowly slid off his pants. He could see that there was a cute blush rising in the blonde’s cheeks. He loved knowing that it was still so easy to get America to react.
Mexico pulled off the rest of his clothing and smirked at America before getting into the hot tub. Once he was submerged to the neck in water, he let out a long sigh. He had been so cold for days in the New York winter and being surrounded by warmth was incredible. He said, as he sank down into the water, “Oh wonderful warmth.”
It was so comfortable, and Mexico was glad for it. He wasn’t paying attention to America until he heard a splash. While Mexico had been indulging in the warm water, America had gotten undressed and joined him.
America positioned himself next to Mexico and said, “You look so happy with my little purchase.”
He was absolutely beaming at how proud he was of himself for thinking of such a brilliant idea. Mexico immediately sat on his lap. He was feeling an intense surge of affection for his boyfriend who had clearly been thinking about him while he was away. He said, “Oh I’m very happy.”
He then kissed America deeply in a way that he hoped conveyed his gratitude. He heard America make a satisfied noise in his throat. The arms that wrapped themselves protectively around him also told him that America had missed him. He often wondered if America noticed his absence, but the hands holding onto him reassured him that he did.
As he pulled gently out of the kiss, he said, “And what about you?”
America cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy, “What about me?”
Mexico clarified what he meant, “Are you happy? I know this wasn’t the Christmas that you planned.”
America bit his lower lip in a way that Mexico couldn’t help but find charmingly childish and answered, “No, it isn’t. I had a whole party planned, but no one can get a flight with this.”
He gestured out the window at the storm as if his point wasn’t already clear. Mexico nodded sympathetically. The Christmas party was a yearly tradition, and he knew America would be sad to miss it. But privately he was very glad that it would be just the two of them and that he wouldn’t have to deal with flaunting their relationship to the rest of the world like they did every year.
To his surprise, America continued, “But I am happy. It has been too long since it was just the two of us, so maybe it’s better this way.” He laid his head against Mexico’s shoulder and hugged him close as he said, “I have missed you.”
Mexico instinctively stroked his hair and said, “I came when the cup was over, like I promised I would.” He added, “And for what it is worth, I am looking forward to Christmas with you and just you. It’s been too long.”
He was so glad that he didn’t have to deal with the whole world at the party. It was a stressful experience every year. America practically purred, “Just wait until you see your presents.”
Mexico was already perfectly content with the fact that America had installed the hot tub for him. He replied, “I already like this one.” America was was so proud of himself for coming up with something so perfect and it was clear from his smile.
America said, “I also bought you a heated blanket.”
Mexico nuzzled American’s neck as he said, “I don’t need a heated blanket. I have you. You’re so warm.”
America’s industrial strength manifested in heat that radiated off of his skin. Mexico loved the way that it kept him warm all night as long as he cuddled close to America. The other man chuckled and said, “Well, it’s there if you want to be even warmer. The forecast says this is going to be a long storm.”
Mexico nodded; he’d been dreading the cold and the wind since he saw the forecast. America moved on to another topic that caught his interest, as he usually did in conversation, “If you look up, you can see Mars.”
Mexico glanced up and realized that the glass windows were completely clear, and he could see the stars. America seemed to be looking at a specific red one next to the moon. He said, taking note of the strangeness, “The glass doesn’t fog.”
It struck him as odd since it was so steamy. He could already tell that it was something clever and technological from the way America was smiling. He confirmed it when he said, “It’s a coating. It keeps the fog from sticking so we can see the stars. I got it specially made for this room.”
Mexico leaned back against America and looked up at the stars. He knew some of the constellations, but he preferred to hear America talk about it. So, he provided some prompting, “Tell me what we’re looking at.”
He knew that America would always be ready to explain. And as he expected, America immediately launched into a detailed explanation of the night sky.
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Mexico checked his phone and saw the text from Brazil, “Don’t fall for him being sweet. He does this every time he thinks you might leave him.”
He chewed on his lower lip as he thought about it. America was being sweet and thoughtful, but it felt like a product of the season. America loved Christmas and everything that came with it. Mexico sent a quick text back, “Don’t worry. I’m being careful.”
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Voy postear aquí mi fic porque estoy consciente de que el fandom está medio muerto, pero en tumblr he visto un poco más de movimiento con respecto a aph!Mexico. Así que… ¿por qué no?
Es un UsaxMex y RusxMex
Summary:
Tadeo, "Tad" pa' los cuates, anda iniciando su nueva vida en Laramie, Wyoming. Si no has escuchado de aquella ciudad, qué bueno. Eso era exactamente lo que el mexicano quería. No es que quisiera dejar a su país atrás, pero ciertas circunstancias lo obligaron. La más importante, una relación que lo hirió en más de una forma.
También hay magia involucrada, pero eso solo añade a los problemas.
Mientras tanto, Alfred solo quiere invitar a salir al chico lindo de la tienda.
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Esos no son tacos 😝
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mAtrimonio de tres asies
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Mi pregunta es para Frederick, como describirias el mundo y alas personas con las que convives? vi que tienes asperger. mi hermano menor tambien es aspie, tiene 10 años y aveces me cuesta saber que piensa o como se siente pero quiero poder comprender. Pd. me gusta mucho el blog.
Giri: Ah~ esta pregunta nos removió mucho cuando recién llegó al ASK. Fedi es Aspie, lo diagnosticaron cuando ya era un adolescente… Al siempre pensó que algo no estaba del todo “bien” con su hijo, pero Dani creía que solo exageraba las cosas, sorpresa para toda la familia cuando lo supieron. Con respecto a Fedi…diríamos que lo percibe como algo caótico y por eso tiene la necesidad de que las cosas sean claras o estén en orden. Nunca profundizamos esa parte de él en el ASK, pero créanos cuando decimos que hay mucho que hablar sobre Fedi
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Que buenos madrasos pero... Esto no se acaba hasta que se acaba.
V: por alguna razón el parque fue bueno para la rebolquiza .. Raro?
//La tekate buen fría logró calmar el dolor del ojo.. Nunca fallan uwu///
Artby: rey_dleon
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Pues nada :^( que ando en carro xD pero publicare el comic x") que ayer se los debía :U sorry BBS🌛❤ Explico: este es de un comic que vi de las bolas estas de países :^)) lol Y si no saben de que trato pues v: en resumen drogas armas uwur lo común entre estos 2 países que se quieren mucho xd ✨✨ #digitalart #drawing #minicomic #hetalia #aphusa #aphamerica #aphmexico me indigna pero pues asi lo encuentran mas unu #hetaliamexico #usmex #hetaliausmex #digitaldrawing #artistoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BxP2x-6gPRR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1msllgd9r4gz6
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Mexico: States, what are doing? It’s 1am
America, drunk as fuck after a night out with Denmark and Prussia, and just broke into Mexico’s house: Cooking us some steak, babe. The fuck does it look like I’m doing?
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Ay! A USMex nsfw all toxic after the fall of the second empire please
One more very toxic USMex for today:
“You're hesitating.”
America’s voice was reproachful as he spoke. Mexico knew that he was right. He was already in America’s lap but lowering himself onto the man’s cock felt like it was committing further. It felt like accepting that he was giving in and placating America.
But he had already said that he would, and there was no way he could back out. He let out a breath through his nose and tried to brace himself.
His mind kept floating back to the second empire even when he tried to stop it. Those blue eyes were not helping. They reminded him of someone else, though these were anything but kind. He had to drive the thought from his mind: Stop thinking about him. He’s in a crypt in Vienna by now. He can't come back to you.
America became impatient and grabbed his hips in a bruising grasp. He said, “Let me remind you where you belong.”
He pulled Mexico all the way into his lap, denying him any opportunity to ease himself down. Mexico let out a groan at the feeling of America penetrating him so deeply so quickly.
He tried to find words, but his mind was a jumble. But it seemed that America preferred to keep talking, “There we go, much better.”
Mexico decided that it might be best to stroke his ego, and he said, “You’re so deep. I need a moment.”
He needed a pause to adjust, and it felt like America might be impatient enough to start moving immediately. America scoffed, and said, “That surprises me with how much you’ve been whoring yourself out. I expect that you're used to being fucked.”
America chuckled like what he had said was amusing instead of deeply insulting. He added, “But you are still so tight.”
He punctuated the sentence with a kiss on Mexico’s neck with the hint of teeth against the skin. It felt like a warning that he intended to leave possessive bite marks.
Mexico knew what he needed to do and avoiding it would just make the situation more tense. He started to move, drawing out the first thrust. It didn’t quite feel good yet, but the way America drew in a breath told him that it felt good for him.
America released his tight hold on his hips, and Mexico took it as a sign of approval. He moved slowly, rolling his hip through a few more thrusts as America took it as an opportunity to kiss across his collarbone and leave little possessive bites. Little marks of ownership.
But his patience with Mexico’s slow pace wore thin quickly and he hissed, “Go faster.”
It was an order, and a stern one at that. Mexico hesitated, feeling like going quickly might hurt. His moment’s hesitation was enough to annoy America.
The hands tightened painfully on his hips and Mexico turned his head to see that America’s blue eyes turned icy. He said, “I said faster.”
America set his own blistering pace, using his hold to move Mexico easily. It was painfully fast, and Mexico was sure that the fingers were going to leave deep bruises.
But America was also managing to hit a spot that made Mexico whine almost in spite of himself. Mexico found his voice to try to plead for a better pace, “Alfie, please-“
He was cut off by his own moan as America hit the right spot inside of him again. America laughed spitefully, “Do you hear yourself?” He parroted back, with a derisive edge, “por favor.”
He let out another sharp chuckle at something only he found funny, “It’s so ridiculous. Do you think you sound like an empire? Do you think you look like one?” His nails were digging into Mexico’s skin, possessive and painful.
He answered himself, since he was going his best to leave Mexico breathless with the way he was aiming his thrusts, “No, you look like a slut. No one would ever believe that you could be an empire. You’re meant to be riding my cock.”
Mexico wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but he bit his tongue. He was supposed to keep America happy, and he would do it even if it meant swallowing every angry word. He bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from speaking and making the situation worse. He could taste blood.
He felt a terrible cold chill go down his spine as America whispered in his ear, “And I am going to keep you from straying from where you belong ever again.”
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Hello there~ (UsMex)
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