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The Lots of Kisses Meme

The Lots of Kisses Meme

It started with a simple four panel template on PIXIV where artists would draw their favorite characters kissing in different ways. From there, it became a DeviantArt sensation, spawning several permutations. But you want to know the truth? The challenges above each box can be used by RPers as prompts, too! That's where this meme comes in. Each of the prompts comes from one of the kiss meme templates or the many other related ones - including one bonus section of odds and ends!

Instead of using lines to draw a scene of two characters enjoying a cute smooch, use lines of prose. And have fun, most of all.

How to Play

Comment with your character and preferences.
Tag others.
Use the RNG to determine what you'll be playing or just wing it.

Prompts

Reconciliation kiss after an argument
Surprise kiss
Goodbye kiss
A storm of kisses
First kiss
Kiss out of jealousy
Cheek kiss
Eskimo kiss (rubbing noses)
Nose kiss
Ear kiss
Eyelid kiss
Forehead kiss
Neck kiss
Shoulder kiss
Kiss on the back
Kiss on the stomach
Kiss on the lips
Nipping kiss
Wake up kiss
Behind the ear
Kiss from above
Lick
Mistletoe
Lower lip kiss
Hickey
French kiss
Rough kiss
Bloody kiss

Bonus: Almost Kissing! Why did it not happen?

Not on the lips. Missed!
Interrupted - cockblocked
Rejected
False alarm...they weren't going in for a kiss.
It's the wrong atmosphere.
Lost courage

Bonus Round 2: Couples Night In

Goodnight kiss
Watching their sleeping face
Fast asleep together
Waking up

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Why don't you start with a name. Who is this damsel?

Nunya. [As in 'nunya business.']

[Eye twitching.]

[Why does he always feel the need to change her language in his own way?]

I... I promise I won't get mad...

[She's promising not to get mad and, well, that kiss earlier had been an attempt to talk about it. And Catherine had never broken her word before....

Alfred sticks his hand in front of her, the pinky extended.]

Pinky promise?

[THE MOST SERIOUS OF PROMISES. You do not want to cross America or Italy if you break a pinky promise.]

[She looks down on the pinkie and up at Alfred. Her face was an assortment of emotions.]

[A pinkie promise? She thought he outgrew the pinkie promise stage. And yet, he looked so serious. She had to let out a long sigh before her hand escapes Alfred's golden hair and reaches for the pinkie. This was so childish, but if she was going to comfort him, she had to know who it was in the first place.]

On my Queen's honor!

....Okay.

[He focuses on their interlocked pinkies. She brought up the Queen and Alfred knew Catherine really liked Elizabeth II. So he knew it was serious this time.]

Ummm....

[This was not how he pictured confessing to her at all.]

It's....

[This is so not cool. He still can't look her in the face. He's supposed to be a hero, damn it! Why can't he look her in the face?]

She's....

[His heart is hammering in his chest and he decides to blurt it out.]

It'syoupleasedon'thateme.

[Calm yourself.]

[Don't be mad.]

[Be understanding.]

....

[Somehow, she can't seem to calm herself enough after hearing his words. He likes her. He felt that way about her?]

[Almost instantly her breathing became erratic and Catherine was looking at Alfred with a shocked expression. As if she was about to faint.]

[And, naturally, he takes it the wrong way. The shock and hesitation means she must think it's weird, too, right?]

See? I told you it was complicated. [He unhooks their hands and stuffs his own in his pockets.]

So, uhhhh.... I should probably go. I kind of dropped a bomb on you an' all.

N...N...

No....

[There was a long pause on her end. Emerald eyes looking upon Alfred's trying to see if he was lying or not. Was it a joke?]

You've always been honest with me...right?

Yeah. [Even tried to talk to her about the stirrings of Revolution, but at the time she tended to treat him like a child and wouldn't listen to him even though he was grown by then. Every time he tried to talk to her seriously about how the people on his land were being treated and what they wanted, he got hushed and told it didn't concern him. It was something for her to worry about since those were her colonies, now finish his lunch like a good lad and go chop the wood for her while she tidied things up.

But that is far in the past, lifetimes ago. He's a superpower now, a fully recognized nation in his own right, and times have greatly changed.]

Hell, my own government doesn't tell me stuff half of the time because of how awful a liar I am. [That and Alfred couldn't keep a secret to save his damn life. At least his government is up front with that being the reason, but that is a story for another day.

A nervous laugh escapes him.]

Case in point: I didn't even wanna say anything about it today because of how weird it is and look where we are now.

[Looking at Alfred and hearing his words brought back certain memories. That young boy who smelt like the sun as he ran back home to her with the sweetest smile upon his dirty face. The boy who always looked up at her, who thought she could do no wrong. The boy who had nothing but confidence and love for her. It would have been nice if things never changed between them.]

[Then there was her Queen. She had different plans. Catherine was bound to obey. But there was the promise. The promise that the young nation would remain hers forever - so she obeyed.]

[Time went on, the boy grew up. He was a young man now. She refused to acknowledge his strength - but he saw right through her and her perfectly crafted lies. He no longer saw Catherine's perfect illusion. He saw through the lies. He demanded she leave him be. It hurt her bad but she moved on. Days, weeks, months, years and decades later, Catherine had yet to move on.]

[Their past was terrible and so was she, and yet he says that he likes her. The way he was explaining things earlier was thoughtful, sweet and told her that he has romantic feelings for her. Can she truly believe it?]

[Her brows were furrowed but there were tears falling from her eyes. Because this man, he was innocent, not like her. He never lied...]

I thought you hated me..!

[Gaaaah! She's crying! The last thing he ever wanted to do was make her cry. Make weird faces, yes, but never cry! He still didn't forgive himself for the one or only time he saw her cry before, that stormy night during the Revolution when she tried to attack him, but both found they couldn't bring direct harm to the other.

And she's crying again because of him. He has to do something about it. So he grabs her hands ever so gently and puts on a cheery smile.]

Hey! I never hated you! I hated how you treated me when I was younger and trying to be responsible for my people's well-being like you taught me to be, but not you. I mean, sure, it's funny to make you mad now, but I don't hate you. I would've told you if I hated you!

[It's true. Even when they were arguing vehemently just before he left to join his people in fighting the Revolution, he never once said he hated her. Nor in the years since then when they reconciled on a personal level and bickered like no tomorrow over the stupidest things, he never said he hated her.

How could he? She was the person who taught him what it meant to be a nation, who instilled the majority of his ideals of serving his people and striving to do what's right and best for them into him and to never back down from speaking his mind or voicing his thoughts. She helped shape who he was today and in his expert opinion, he turned out pretty awesome for it.]

I love you. Even if I'm not sure how I love you right now or if it's even okay to since, y'know, you're the closest thing I have to a sister or a mom. But no matter how I love you, I do. Always have. Always will. Why would I lie about that?

[She was still in tears, but the wrinkling of her brows were more subtle. Almost like how she wrinkled her brows and her nose every time Alfred would do something silly. Her lips and her eyes however showed how relieved she was to hear his words. He didn't hate her. She thought he hated her for everything that had happened between them.]

Idiot!

[It was more endearing than angry. The word was said softly. Almost as if she admitted to being an idiot herself. His hand held hers and she clutched onto his strong hands with her slender fingers. It was difficult to calm her breathing, but she tried. She also tried her best to return that smile. That smile she has always loved ever since she first saw the younger nation.]

[Then he said it. At first it was just silly conclusions made with his earlier statement. Now he said the words. Whether it was in a romantic light or a familial way, Alfred loves her.]

IDIOT!

[She let go of his hands. There was a space between them - a space which she was ready to get rid of. There was no one there. No one to judge. No one to watch. No one to say it was wrong. So she reached for his body and pulled him close to her. Thin arms trying their best to wrap the younger yet taller nation in a tight embrace.]

I love you too, Alfred!

[His face goes red as she pulls him close, but he wraps his arms around her, the grin on his face a very idiotic one. She hasn't hugged him since the night before he left to join the Continental Army, when she thought she'd quelled his anger with her. The hug had almost been enough to get him to stay another day, to keep trying, but he knew he would not be able to stand tall and be seen as an adult in her presence if he did that. The thing he'd wanted the most back then was her respect and how could he earn it if he stayed at home where it was safe and warm while his people were so discontent?

So her hugging him is very welcomed, even if his feelings are confused and what she says makes even his ears burn. It doesn't matter how she loves him, honestly. Just that she loves him and doesn't think he's weird for how he might love her.]

Well, good! Does this mean you won't get mad when I call you Cat and Iggy now?

Edited 2014-03-24 04:20 (UTC)

[Romantic Moment. This was a romantic moment!]

[Catherine's hands instantly froze and there was that usual crooked grin on her face as she looked at Alfred's idiotic grin. So much for savoring the moment. Here she thought she could have enjoyed it a little more and perhaps explore a more mature and romantic role with him.]

Don't push it boy!

[He laughs at that, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. Really, her being mad or annoyed is waaaay better than her crying and now she's thoroughly distracted from it. Hopefully giving her another kiss like that won't make her yell again. His back and head still hurts from earlier.]

Sorry! Sorry!

[His hands move up to take her face in her hands.]

Promise me you won't ever cry 'cause of me again? I really really really reeeeeally don't like to see you cry.

I..I promise!

[That kiss was gentle and warm. It left a soft smile on Catherine's face. It calmed her heart. Perhaps this was the reason why she was never able to move on. No matter what she said, how she vowed never to take him back, she wished for nothing else but his touch. To have him back in her arms like before. To protect the one she loved the most. For her to lose the right to protect and love Alfred was the worst fate god had ever bestowed upon her.]

[Now he was in her arms and her face was cupped by his warm hands. There were just too many barriers broken that day - and she was going to break another one.]

Alfred..!

[She jumped to her toes and closed the distance between her face and his. Those lips, she had always wondered what it felt like to quiet Alfred with a kiss. So she no longer hesitated and pressed her lips against his.]

[Oh God.

She's kissing him!

Alfred has to resist the urge to have one foot pop up behind him like he's seen in one too many movies. For one thing, he's the guy here. For another, she's made his knees so weak he isn't sure he could keep his balance. His arms moved to her waist, since she practically had to jump to reach him, to keep her from falling, and he bent downward to keep her from stretching too far.

Since she seemed to be okay with this, despite the age difference and how weird their circumstances were, he returned the kiss, letting his eyes drift shut to savor the feeling of it and try to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest.

It's not like Alfred hasn't kissed a woman before. The problem was it never felt right before now. He couldn't be honest about who he was with them and when he tried to be, they never believed him. They called him crazy or thought he was making fun of them. On top of that, there was the age thing always in the back of his mind. He'd even had a few very brief relationships with women in their forties because he thought it'd be easier if they looked and acted older than he did even if he was, technically, old enough to be their great-grandfather. Yet it never worked out. It always felt too weird to him, too awkward.

But with Catherine? It feels right somehow. She obviously doesn't mind the age difference and he didn't have to keep up a string of very bad and obvious lies with her. Hell, just by her kissing him like this, she basically proves she's okay with his feelings and feels the same way! She doesn't think he's weird for it. She just wants to be with him.

Of course, just because he's kissed women before doesn't mean he's good at it, but what he lacks in technique, he hopefully makes up for with enthusiasm once the shock leaves him.]

Edited 2014-03-24 05:00 (UTC)

[Though she refused to admit it, she felt like a young human girl who was kissing the boy she likes for the first time. She was giddy inside. Those hands holding on to her waist drove her skin insane. He was actually holding on to her. It made sense but it also felt so good, so right. She was so happy that she blocked the part of her brain that said 'this is the boy you take care of as your little brother'. For as long as Alfred did not reject her, it was okay. It didn't matter if the other nations frowned at her for it. Alfred made her happy and she had every intention of keeping him with her. She'll deal with everything else to protect him as always.]

[He was kissing back. It thrilled her to find that he was comfortable enough with her to kiss back. She felt his energy and enthusiasm. Perhaps she was a little too eager herself as she bit playfully at his lower lip to see how he'd react.]

[He parted his lips for her. This being Catherine, he was fine with her taking the lead. It was easy and she knew way more about what she was doing than he did.

Except before she could do more, he drew away from the kiss, that blush now going into his hairline and down his neck.]

Hey, ummm.... do you mind if we sit down? [Is that his voice? He never thought kissing someone could leave him so breathless, so dizzy he can barely think straight.]

I.... uhhhh.... my legs are numb. [Lame excuse. So lame. He wasn't kidding when he said he was an awful liar, but how uncool is it for him to admit she's made him go weak in the knees?]

[She was going to deepen the kiss when Alfred pulled away from her. Then she saw it. Her golden boy blushing intensely. Somehow she was proud to see that their kiss could affect him so much.]

[Her brow raised slightly at the request. Though she pulled him slowly to his bed, both arms wrapped around his neck. There was an amused smile on the Brit's face as he uttered those words.]

You're too obvious..

[She chuckled a bit. Yes. He certainly doesn't know how to lie. A part of her was certainly proud.]

Do your legs always go numb whenever you kiss your girlfriends?

Ummmm.... no. It... uhhh.... [GAAAAH! Why does she leave him so tongue tied and why are they going into his room now? Well, he knows why: he'd follow her anywhere like this and with how weak his knees are he can't help but to lean on her. Sure, he'd had feelings for her and thought she was pretty, but with the expression on her face and the way she's chuckling, he feels legitimate attraction for her for the first time.

Maybe he always had been attracted to her. It was just now he didn't have to try and deny it behind his uncertainty about her feelings.

He sits on his bed, looking up at her with his hands on either side of her waist. Just looking at her like this leaves his throat dry and it feels like something big is about to happen. Yet it's so hard to think with his heart thump-thump-thumping and his hands beginning to tremble.]

Not really. It always felt like I was doing something wrong when I was with them.

[She didn't need to be a russian ballerina to be able to kick the door close and have the tip of her shoe lock the door whilst her arms were conveniently around Alfred. She didn't want any disturbances.]

[She was still a lady of course, but she was alone with the man she loved. So she found a way to fix her skirt to keep it decent, whilst she sat on Alfred's lap. Her body still facing him.]

Wrong? How so?

[And now she's in his lap. He hadn't even let himself fantasize about anything involving her before and now she's in his lap. All his attention was on her now, he didn't even think of the door being closed and locked right then.]

'Cause I was always way way waaaaaaay older than them, even if I didn't look it. And, ummmm.... they never believed me when I told them who and what I am. A couple thought I was cheating when I tried to come up with excuses.

[That had been when he decided to take a break from dating. A looooong break. Next thing he knew, his feelings about England began to change and now here they were.

His expression changes to a worried one as he reminds himself why his feelings made him so self conscious in the first place.]

You sure you're okay with this? With.... with being with me?

[This was somewhat new to Catherine. For the longest time, it was Alfred who sat on her lap. A bouncing ball of energy whom she enjoyed grooming and cuddling. The best part of each day was when he'd sit on her lap and try his best to hug her with his tiny arms.]

[Now that he's grown to be a tall and strong man she can only hope he'd indulge her and allow her to demand his hugs and all his attention as she sat on his lap. No words said, just expectations to be met.]

They're humans. Understanding what we are would border on insanity for them. In the end, it will only hurt us to think we could keep them.

[She felt the same way about her Queens. Wished one would reign longer than the previous ones. In the end, she'd have to lock herself in her room for the longest time - only to mourn their deaths. Each one making her feel more lonely than the last.]

[Seeing his expression worried Catherine. It reminded her of those days when she'd go through heaven and hell just to make him stop crying and to make him smile. It seemed like his smiles have spoiled her in a way, and when they weren't there, it tugged on her heart so badly.]

[Then she remembered how he just mentioned his apprehensions about how old he was in comparison to the girls he had dated. That summoned a frown on Catherine's face. She looked at him with an expression that said, 'You better give me the right answer or I'll turn you into a toad'.]

Are you telling me I can't date you because I'm older than you?

Edited 2014-03-24 15:05 (UTC)

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