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I'm not sure if this bears up under current historical evidence, but I learnt in history class a few years ago that in the prelude to WWI, Germany was anxiously seeking to form an alliance with Britain or at least to prevent it from joining the French-Russian alliance.
But the way the new Kaiser thought would be best to win Britain over was to threaten and use displays of force to maybe bully England onto their side.
S-so tl;dr, but Germany trying to woo England/Arthur by acting like a jerk. (And finally, succeeding)
Either historical context (the WWI-era: "I'm going to INVADE BELGIUM AND YOUR VITAL REGIONS") or some kind of human-AU - (oh god, kindergarten/high school AU where Ludwig's teasing him and pulling pranks on him and beating his friends up and Arthur's oblivious and angry and "MOM THIS KID IN CLASS KEEPS PULLING MY HAIR AND PUSHING ME INTO DIRT" "That means he likes you, dear").
BONUS: optional, but I have a huge soft spot for Gilbert & because it was technically still Prussia up to the world wars, if it's GILBERT being a jerk, perhaps failing to win Arthur, but coming back as "Germany/Ludwig" then years later, significantly more mature & restrained and restarting courtship.
love you forever, anon!
But the way the new Kaiser thought would be best to win Britain over was to threaten and use displays of force to maybe bully England onto their side.
S-so tl;dr, but Germany trying to woo England/Arthur by acting like a jerk. (And finally, succeeding)
Either historical context (the WWI-era: "I'm going to INVADE BELGIUM AND YOUR VITAL REGIONS") or some kind of human-AU - (oh god, kindergarten/high school AU where Ludwig's teasing him and pulling pranks on him and beating his friends up and Arthur's oblivious and angry and "MOM THIS KID IN CLASS KEEPS PULLING MY HAIR AND PUSHING ME INTO DIRT" "That means he likes you, dear").
BONUS: optional, but I have a huge soft spot for Gilbert & because it was technically still Prussia up to the world wars, if it's GILBERT being a jerk, perhaps failing to win Arthur, but coming back as "Germany/Ludwig" then years later, significantly more mature & restrained and restarting courtship.
love you forever, anon!
http://www.thecorner.org/hist/wwi/alliance.htm
Bismarck made no formal alliance with Britain but remained on friendly terms with her. He did his best to avoid colonial conflicts with Britain and always declared that "Britain was Germany's old and traditional ally" and "there were no differences between England and Germany."
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Pre-WWI
Britain at first sought to make some sort of alliance with Germany, but she failed because:
(i) Germany wanted Britain to join the Triple Alliance, but Britain refused for fear that it would involve her in European conflicts of no direct concern to Britain,
Bismarck made no formal alliance with Britain but remained on friendly terms with her. He did his best to avoid colonial conflicts with Britain and always declared that "Britain was Germany's old and traditional ally" and "there were no differences between England and Germany."
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Pre-WWI
Britain at first sought to make some sort of alliance with Germany, but she failed because:
(i) Germany wanted Britain to join the Triple Alliance, but Britain refused for fear that it would involve her in European conflicts of no direct concern to Britain,
Oh God, I'd promised myself I'd stay away from this, BUT I JUST CAN'T LEAVE IT BE.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EuroBasket_1935 ===> Latvia kicks ass. Bonus: Russia cheers him on with pom pomsand a pink cheerleader's outfit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EuroBasket_1935 ===> Latvia kicks ass. Bonus: Russia cheers him on with pom poms
Humour is appreciated. Yes, yes.
Anon would like some SuFin... but where they're both girls. Fluffy, smutty, it doesn't matter. Just as long as they're a couple really.
http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/72380.html?thread=422801596#cmt422801596
Prussia/Canada, maple syrup In honor of the April Fools Blog and Prussia's sudden discovery of the awesome that is Canada's maple syrup, how about Prussia gives him a little payback. ^_~
Because it'd be adorable. And Prussia totally said he was going to give Canada his "Ore-sama Award of Honor". ;D
Chinese anon was tickled to find this wonderful Engrish menu with items like "Every form rape",“Strange Flavour of inside Freasure” and "Cowboy leg beautiful pole"
http://www.rahoi.com/2006/03/may-i-take-your-order/
US runs up a tab at Yao's restaurant that he can't afford to pay.Explicit NCS sex with inspiration taken from the menu posted.
http://www.rahoi.com/2006/03/may-i-take-your-order/
US runs up a tab at Yao's restaurant that he can't afford to pay.Explicit NCS sex with inspiration taken from the menu posted.
USA/Seychelles
Sex on the beach! Make it saucy (and MoreSexuallyExperiencedThanUSA!Seychelles, haha)
Sex on the beach! Make it saucy (and MoreSexuallyExperiencedThanUSA!Seychelles, haha)
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So, anybody remember this strip? (http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/67047.html) Yeah, anon wants a continuation. Italy responds with 'yes', sexings ensue. Italy is all innocent and 'this feels a bit wierd, France nii-chan' and France is all pedo and possesive of him and kinda scaryface like Russia but in a slightly different way.
Yeah, this is a bit of a creepy request. And specific.
Yeah, this is a bit of a creepy request. And specific.
fight club crossover: america is canada's alter ego
cracky or serious, i don't mind :)
cracky or serious, i don't mind :)
Requesting Sweden to make a cameo at the mention of Swedish furniture.
UK/USA (in that order pls)
America makes fun of England's culinary skills (or rather, lack thereof) one too many times.
Pissed off England ties America down and force feeds him his cooking, America does NOT like the food but DOES get turned on by the rough treatment... And proceeds to seduce England. England approves.
Bonus: If America ends up bleeding somehow
Bonus2: The word 'scone' used as an innuendo.
America makes fun of England's culinary skills (or rather, lack thereof) one too many times.
Pissed off England ties America down and force feeds him his cooking, America does NOT like the food but DOES get turned on by the rough treatment... And proceeds to seduce England. England approves.
Bonus: If America ends up bleeding somehow
Bonus2: The word 'scone' used as an innuendo.
I want Nations responding to famous International April Fool's day Pranks. You can pick a famous one of choice, or hell, make one up.
Examples: Swiss Spegetti Harvest, Kremvax, The Derbeyshire Faery, Big Ben going Digital, The Danes wanting to paint all dogs White, PHD's exempt from China's one child policy, Weeping Lenin, and the Eiffle tower moving.
Lots of Nations? Lots of Fills? WOO!
Examples: Swiss Spegetti Harvest, Kremvax, The Derbeyshire Faery, Big Ben going Digital, The Danes wanting to paint all dogs White, PHD's exempt from China's one child policy, Weeping Lenin, and the Eiffle tower moving.
Lots of Nations? Lots of Fills? WOO!
Hetalia Cooking Challenge
Anon would like to see a Food Network Challenge/Chopped/Iron Chef style cooking challenge amongst the Hetalia nations. I'd love to see England, France, Italy, Japan, US, and Germany at the least. There doesn't have to be some sort of secret ingredient challenge unless you want.
Bonus: England gets kicked/his food is completely reamed in the first round.
Bonus2: GORDON RAMSEY IS A JUDGE
Anon would like to see a Food Network Challenge/Chopped/Iron Chef style cooking challenge amongst the Hetalia nations. I'd love to see England, France, Italy, Japan, US, and Germany at the least. There doesn't have to be some sort of secret ingredient challenge unless you want.
Bonus: England gets kicked/his food is completely reamed in the first round.
Bonus2: GORDON RAMSEY IS A JUDGE
You killed me with the two bonus parts, anon. xDDDD
I can totally picture England and Gordon Ramsay having a very...eloquent face-off regarding England's cooking. :3
BTW, I LOVE IRON CHEF. 8D
reCaptcha: ask anybody
I can totally picture England and Gordon Ramsay having a very...eloquent face-off regarding England's cooking. :3
BTW, I LOVE IRON CHEF. 8D
reCaptcha: ask anybody
Writer!anon is currently busy working on a pretty depressing, brain-breaking fill and she needs to lighten up a bit, so...
Germany/N.Italy - clumsy sex.
Germany takes the initiative, but is so stressed about doing everything ~*PERFECTLY*~ that he ends up making a fool of himself.
Germany/N.Italy - clumsy sex.
Germany takes the initiative, but is so stressed about doing everything ~*PERFECTLY*~ that he ends up making a fool of himself.
Part 1; Fill to this request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=46456#t46456
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Okay, so Hong Kong has no official human name yet, so I just went with “Kaoru” because of Japanese-English purposes during the time. (I really hope you don’t mine!) Poor Hong Kong, he’s been a target for so long. Also, if you are wondering why “Kaoru” it’s because I watched this thing where it called him Kaoru, so sorry D: Anon fails *gets shot*
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“Good boy, now kneel.”
Arthur stood tall before the boy before him using his hand to force the boy’s shoulders down. It was such a rare sight to see so he absorbed it for all it was worth. It wasn’t everyday that the boy would lash out and retaliate against the English man, giving him every right to “train” the boy.
The boy looked up at the man before him through his long bangs, hoping they would hide his true intent. Arthur noticed this too and with a swipe of his finger the bangs were no longer an obstruction to the beautiful Asian boy’s face.
Arthur slowly moved his hand to cup the boy’s cheek. “You would look so much prettier if you didn’t look at me like that.”
“I hate you.” The boy shook his head violently to remove the man’s hold on his face and to let his hair cover his eyes once again. “I hate you so much for taking me away from my family you—ugh!”
Fingers violently pulled at the boy’s hair, forcing him to look at the man who stood above him.
“Well, that is too bad for you, ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur pulled harder on the boy’s hair again, “because now I am your family. And as ‘family’ I should teach you how to show respect and how to be a perfect gentleman, now shouldn’t I?”
“I already know how—“ Another yank to the hair cut the Asian boy off.
“You only know how to be a barbaric ‘gentleman’…” Arthur loosened his grip on the boy’s hair, “I’m going to show you how to be a proper gentleman.”
At this, the boy suddenly lunged forward to try and attack the man but it was only futile as Arthur quickly pressed his foot forward, stepping onto the boy’s crotch. Kaoru cried out in pain as the man above continued to grind his foot in the same place, occasionally pressing harder.
“St-stop! Pl-please, stop!” the boy tried to use his trembling hands to remove the man’s firm leg from his crotch. “It hurts…! It hurts!”
“Are you going to be a good boy and listen now?” Arthur leaned forward and pressed harder to emphasize his question.
“I-I will, just please… move you foot away…” Kaoru trembled and paused before he finished the sentence, looking almost terrified to complete it, “sir…”
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part two to come out soon D:
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Okay, so Hong Kong has no official human name yet, so I just went with “Kaoru” because of Japanese-English purposes during the time. (I really hope you don’t mine!) Poor Hong Kong, he’s been a target for so long. Also, if you are wondering why “Kaoru” it’s because I watched this thing where it called him Kaoru, so sorry D: Anon fails *gets shot*
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“Good boy, now kneel.”
Arthur stood tall before the boy before him using his hand to force the boy’s shoulders down. It was such a rare sight to see so he absorbed it for all it was worth. It wasn’t everyday that the boy would lash out and retaliate against the English man, giving him every right to “train” the boy.
The boy looked up at the man before him through his long bangs, hoping they would hide his true intent. Arthur noticed this too and with a swipe of his finger the bangs were no longer an obstruction to the beautiful Asian boy’s face.
Arthur slowly moved his hand to cup the boy’s cheek. “You would look so much prettier if you didn’t look at me like that.”
“I hate you.” The boy shook his head violently to remove the man’s hold on his face and to let his hair cover his eyes once again. “I hate you so much for taking me away from my family you—ugh!”
Fingers violently pulled at the boy’s hair, forcing him to look at the man who stood above him.
“Well, that is too bad for you, ‘Kaoru’”, Arthur pulled harder on the boy’s hair again, “because now I am your family. And as ‘family’ I should teach you how to show respect and how to be a perfect gentleman, now shouldn’t I?”
“I already know how—“ Another yank to the hair cut the Asian boy off.
“You only know how to be a barbaric ‘gentleman’…” Arthur loosened his grip on the boy’s hair, “I’m going to show you how to be a proper gentleman.”
At this, the boy suddenly lunged forward to try and attack the man but it was only futile as Arthur quickly pressed his foot forward, stepping onto the boy’s crotch. Kaoru cried out in pain as the man above continued to grind his foot in the same place, occasionally pressing harder.
“St-stop! Pl-please, stop!” the boy tried to use his trembling hands to remove the man’s firm leg from his crotch. “It hurts…! It hurts!”
“Are you going to be a good boy and listen now?” Arthur leaned forward and pressed harder to emphasize his question.
“I-I will, just please… move you foot away…” Kaoru trembled and paused before he finished the sentence, looking almost terrified to complete it, “sir…”
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part two to come out soon D:
I like this, anon, but why on earth did you give a Chinese/British nation a Japanese name!?!?!
No linkfest this time, but I'd like to request an Eastern bloc country and a...non-Eastern bloc country (totally blanking on what you'd call that, sorry) getting it on. Make it rushed and cramped, please--angst is optional.
(Anon would prefer that it weren't Russia and/or America, incidentally, but feel free to write whoever you want.)
(Anon would prefer that it weren't Russia and/or America, incidentally, but feel free to write whoever you want.)
England and China sitting down with Hong-Kong and having a... "talk" about their situation. Inadvertently one of them lets it slip that Hong-Kong was an accident while they were high. TEEN-ANGST AHOY.
subject line: Uk/HK consented angst
→comment box: saying goodbye before returning Hongkong to China
→comment box: saying goodbye before returning Hongkong to China
We've had fics about Arthur and Francis being the parents of Alfred and Canada, but I haven't had enough of Arthur's position in all this.
I would love a Arthur/Francis fic in which Francis tries to seduce his lovely "wife", who's busy doing the laundry, cooking and keeping an eye on the kids. Smut is encouraged ~
Bonus: Being caught by the teens (Matt & Alf') after sex, still naked
I would love a Arthur/Francis fic in which Francis tries to seduce his lovely "wife", who's busy doing the laundry, cooking and keeping an eye on the kids. Smut is encouraged ~
Bonus: Being caught by the teens (Matt & Alf') after sex, still naked
For a costume party, a bunch of Nations decide to get together and dress like characters who are their nationality that were created in another country.
For example, we could have Germany as Asuka Langley Shoryuu (Japanese, from Neon Genesis Evangelion), England as Austin Powers (American, from the Austin Powers movies), America as Luke (French/Belgian, from the Lucky Luke comics), etc...
Choose whatever you like as long as it fits the criteria, guys dressing as girls and girls dressing as guys are fine, be creative!
For example, we could have Germany as Asuka Langley Shoryuu (Japanese, from Neon Genesis Evangelion), England as Austin Powers (American, from the Austin Powers movies), America as Luke (French/Belgian, from the Lucky Luke comics), etc...
Choose whatever you like as long as it fits the criteria, guys dressing as girls and girls dressing as guys are fine, be creative!
This is actually an art request, but if anyone can actually convert this into fic, that'd be awesome too.
James Bond!Arthur and Bondgirl!Alfred. PLEASE. I just need this, haha.
James Bond!Arthur and Bondgirl!Alfred. PLEASE. I just need this, haha.
ARE YOU ME ANON, BECAUSE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS.
ALDKSFJLKFJ--SECONDED.
ALDKSFJLKFJ--SECONDED.
America goes backpacking across Europe and tries (to little success) to convince the nations he meets along the way that he's actually Canada.
B: It'd be nice to see him visit a wide variety of countries, each done as a little vignette, but please take the request however you like!
B: It'd be nice to see him visit a wide variety of countries, each done as a little vignette, but please take the request however you like!
Estonia/Ukraine: conversation turns to Lithuania's crush on Belarus, but it soon becomes evident that Estonia's in the same motherfucking boat.
Seconding this idea. I was just thinking the other day that these two would be pretty cute together.
This meme needs more Estonia and/or Ukraine, period. For sure!
Now, if only I could find the time to write it D:
Also, lol at the boat bit. Are there flippie floppies involved?
This meme needs more Estonia and/or Ukraine, period. For sure!
Now, if only I could find the time to write it D:
Because Obama's approval rating is actually higher in Britain than his own country, I would like a fic where England flirts with/makes a pass at President Obama, while Alfred watches jealously.
...I'm so sorry, Mr. President.
...I'm so sorry, Mr. President.
America watched with no small amount of annoyance as England’s hand closed briefly over the President’s arm. He’d been doing it all evening, touching him just a bit too much, a bit too often. No-one else had seemed to notice, but America knew England. He’d seen him out on the pull enough times to know that he was being a disgusting flirt. And with the President of the United States, of all people! It was inconceivable!
“Oh, Barack, that’s a brilliant idea,” England said smoothly, leaning closer over his glass of neat whiskey. “It has such potential…”
He was putting on his charm, that was what he was doing. He’d spent so many years whoring his way around the globe that he’d developed overpowering charisma, charisma so strong that even the President couldn’t resist. America was just glad the First Lady wasn’t there as well, to see her poor husband being taken in by England’s wide, seductive eyes and over-eager hands.
He left his seat, intending to go over there and peel England away somehow, when one of the waiters stepped in front of him. “Oh dear, empty glass, sir? What can I get for you? More wine?”
“I don’t want anything,” America replied, trying to step around the guy.
“A-Are you sure? Isn’t there anything you’d like? It’s my job to make sure your needs are catered to, so…” The waiter tailed off, but the implication was clear.
“Go and get me some white, then. The French one from dinner.”
“Of course, sir!”
And then the waiter was gone. America saw England walking out of the room, with the President following close behind. He swore, following them, but was waylaid by one of the Princes inviting him over by the fire for a chat about military tactics. He couldn’t think of a good excuse to get away; he had to hope that if England tried something the President would be able to refuse him.
His eyes kept flickering towards the doorway. It was twenty minutes before England and the President appeared again. Neither of them looked ruffled or out of breath, but then England was crafty.
The Prince wandered away; America leapt at the chance, stealing over to his President. “Barack?”
“Hm?”
“Did England…did England…make you do anything weird?”
The President smiled, looking amused. “You know, he has a reputation, doesn’t he? Gordon warned me he’s pretty flirtatious.”
“But did he…?”
“Nope, nothing weird. We just had a little chat about the ways of the world.”
America breathed a little sigh of relief. Maybe he’d been judging England a bit harshly. After all, he was an old flirt, but he hadn’t done anything horrible…
“Has he ever…you know. Flirted with you?” Asked the President.
“It’d be kind of weird. He’s like…my kind of…dad…or older brother? Well I guess it’s been a bit complicated since I got my independence…but he never has, no. He flirts with everyone else. I mean, come to think of it, he even flirts with Canada, and we’re kind of brothers, so…aw, I dunno. He’s an odd guy.”
“Who is?”
America jumped. “Er, no-one! Just this congressman, you don’t know him!” He gabbled. He wondered how long England had been standing there behind him…
“I brought you whiskey. Finest Scotch. I saw you drinking that French piss earlier; this is much nicer.”
“Oh. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Gordon wanted to have a word with you, Barack. Something about exportation rights.” England watched the President walking away and then turned to America, sipping his own glass of whiskey. A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. “That President of yours. He kisses like a vacuum cleaner, but he seems nice.”
America dropped his glass.
He couldn’t look at his President in the same way for some weeks, after that…
“Oh, Barack, that’s a brilliant idea,” England said smoothly, leaning closer over his glass of neat whiskey. “It has such potential…”
He was putting on his charm, that was what he was doing. He’d spent so many years whoring his way around the globe that he’d developed overpowering charisma, charisma so strong that even the President couldn’t resist. America was just glad the First Lady wasn’t there as well, to see her poor husband being taken in by England’s wide, seductive eyes and over-eager hands.
He left his seat, intending to go over there and peel England away somehow, when one of the waiters stepped in front of him. “Oh dear, empty glass, sir? What can I get for you? More wine?”
“I don’t want anything,” America replied, trying to step around the guy.
“A-Are you sure? Isn’t there anything you’d like? It’s my job to make sure your needs are catered to, so…” The waiter tailed off, but the implication was clear.
“Go and get me some white, then. The French one from dinner.”
“Of course, sir!”
And then the waiter was gone. America saw England walking out of the room, with the President following close behind. He swore, following them, but was waylaid by one of the Princes inviting him over by the fire for a chat about military tactics. He couldn’t think of a good excuse to get away; he had to hope that if England tried something the President would be able to refuse him.
His eyes kept flickering towards the doorway. It was twenty minutes before England and the President appeared again. Neither of them looked ruffled or out of breath, but then England was crafty.
The Prince wandered away; America leapt at the chance, stealing over to his President. “Barack?”
“Hm?”
“Did England…did England…make you do anything weird?”
The President smiled, looking amused. “You know, he has a reputation, doesn’t he? Gordon warned me he’s pretty flirtatious.”
“But did he…?”
“Nope, nothing weird. We just had a little chat about the ways of the world.”
America breathed a little sigh of relief. Maybe he’d been judging England a bit harshly. After all, he was an old flirt, but he hadn’t done anything horrible…
“Has he ever…you know. Flirted with you?” Asked the President.
“It’d be kind of weird. He’s like…my kind of…dad…or older brother? Well I guess it’s been a bit complicated since I got my independence…but he never has, no. He flirts with everyone else. I mean, come to think of it, he even flirts with Canada, and we’re kind of brothers, so…aw, I dunno. He’s an odd guy.”
“Who is?”
America jumped. “Er, no-one! Just this congressman, you don’t know him!” He gabbled. He wondered how long England had been standing there behind him…
“I brought you whiskey. Finest Scotch. I saw you drinking that French piss earlier; this is much nicer.”
“Oh. Thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and Gordon wanted to have a word with you, Barack. Something about exportation rights.” England watched the President walking away and then turned to America, sipping his own glass of whiskey. A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. “That President of yours. He kisses like a vacuum cleaner, but he seems nice.”
America dropped his glass.
He couldn’t look at his President in the same way for some weeks, after that…
A friendship/bromance/camaraderie/smut/romance/UST/what have you between Cuba and Russia. Basically, just have the two of them interacting, preferably drunkenly on their respective favorite alcoholic drinks. I'd particularly like to see Cuba trying to persuade Russia to try a mojito or at least a martini for god's sake...
Yessss, finally some Cuba/Russia requesting~
Seconding this, and hoping that there can be some more filling going on for some of these awesome requests D:
Seconding this, and hoping that there can be some more filling going on for some of these awesome requests D:
UK/US. America kissing/biting/licking England's feet (not being forced to, mind). England, of course, finds it incredibly arousing.
Bonus if it ends up with England snapping and topping the fuck out of America.
Bonus bonus if that's what America wanted all along (because seme!England is hot), but I'm happy with just the first part if anon can't quite use the bonuses~.
Bonus if it ends up with England snapping and topping the fuck out of America.
Bonus bonus if that's what America wanted all along (because seme!England is hot), but I'm happy with just the first part if anon can't quite use the bonuses~.
Not any of the anons who first commented--but I just couldn't resist.
Order
It only occurred to America in the first place because it was the first time in a . . . while that England had actually worn boots. Big tall boots, the kind that came up to your knees, not the combat ones he saw on him often enough even today. But for the investiture ceremony for the Order of the Garter England had gotten all dressed up in clothes that reminded America of a long time ago, and he had worn tall boots along with them. There was a long cloak and some kind of gold garland thingy and everything. And a hat with a freaking huge feather in it. America thought the feather was awesome. (America was at the ceremony because it was good for foreign relations, and all that, and because England was his boyfriend. Coincidentally, England looked pretty damn hot in boots, but seriously, America would have come even if they’d made England wear yellow denim overalls or something. Not that England didn’t look hot all the time, as far as America was concerned, and he would have in yellow denim overalls, too, he thought loyally.)
After the ceremony was over, America ducked into the room where England was supposed to be changing to find him tugging off his gloves and quickly unbuttoning the jacket he’d worn under the huge heavy velvet cloak, which he’d carefully laid over the back of the armchair. England looked much smaller and more approachable without it on. More America’s England, he thought. He was still looking hot, though, in the clothing he’d worn under the cloak and those knee-length boots still sheathing his calves and shins. “Hey!” America said. “Lookin’ good out there.”
England turned toward him and smiled, and America’s heart did this dumb little flip-flopping thing that it had a tendency to do whenever England smiled at him even a little. “These clothes are quite proper and correct,” England said, folding the jacket and draping it over another chair, “but they are also quite sodding uncomfortable. I’m not sure how I managed when I wore this sort of thing all the time.”
“Probably didn’t even notice,” America pointed out. “Too busy being stuffy.” He grinned. “But then, I never had that problem. I never really went in for the whole formal clothes thing.”
“And well I know it,” England retorted. He stretched a bit, rolling his shoulders, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was the one who had to try to force you into something halfway decent that befitted the status of a . . . well, your status.”
America grinned. “So now you concede my point?” he asked, moving forward and bending his head to drop a kiss on England’s nose, then onto his lips. “They really were freaking uncomfortable, you know. Especially compared to my work clothes. You couldn’t even move at all.”
“I don’t recall you ever describing them as ‘freaking uncomfortable’ in those days, America,” England said, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to look up at America.
“So? Just the modern way to say what I meant,” America said. “And now it sounds like you agree, so anyway.” He slid one hand around England’s waist to draw him close, working his fingers into the white linen shirt England had worn under all the rest of it and the warm skin beneath it. He could feel knots under his fingers, along England’s spine, where he tended to store the tension from his erect posture, could feel England’s heart where it beat steady and even against his own chest. “Don’t you?”
Order
It only occurred to America in the first place because it was the first time in a . . . while that England had actually worn boots. Big tall boots, the kind that came up to your knees, not the combat ones he saw on him often enough even today. But for the investiture ceremony for the Order of the Garter England had gotten all dressed up in clothes that reminded America of a long time ago, and he had worn tall boots along with them. There was a long cloak and some kind of gold garland thingy and everything. And a hat with a freaking huge feather in it. America thought the feather was awesome. (America was at the ceremony because it was good for foreign relations, and all that, and because England was his boyfriend. Coincidentally, England looked pretty damn hot in boots, but seriously, America would have come even if they’d made England wear yellow denim overalls or something. Not that England didn’t look hot all the time, as far as America was concerned, and he would have in yellow denim overalls, too, he thought loyally.)
After the ceremony was over, America ducked into the room where England was supposed to be changing to find him tugging off his gloves and quickly unbuttoning the jacket he’d worn under the huge heavy velvet cloak, which he’d carefully laid over the back of the armchair. England looked much smaller and more approachable without it on. More America’s England, he thought. He was still looking hot, though, in the clothing he’d worn under the cloak and those knee-length boots still sheathing his calves and shins. “Hey!” America said. “Lookin’ good out there.”
England turned toward him and smiled, and America’s heart did this dumb little flip-flopping thing that it had a tendency to do whenever England smiled at him even a little. “These clothes are quite proper and correct,” England said, folding the jacket and draping it over another chair, “but they are also quite sodding uncomfortable. I’m not sure how I managed when I wore this sort of thing all the time.”
“Probably didn’t even notice,” America pointed out. “Too busy being stuffy.” He grinned. “But then, I never had that problem. I never really went in for the whole formal clothes thing.”
“And well I know it,” England retorted. He stretched a bit, rolling his shoulders, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was the one who had to try to force you into something halfway decent that befitted the status of a . . . well, your status.”
America grinned. “So now you concede my point?” he asked, moving forward and bending his head to drop a kiss on England’s nose, then onto his lips. “They really were freaking uncomfortable, you know. Especially compared to my work clothes. You couldn’t even move at all.”
“I don’t recall you ever describing them as ‘freaking uncomfortable’ in those days, America,” England said, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to look up at America.
“So? Just the modern way to say what I meant,” America said. “And now it sounds like you agree, so anyway.” He slid one hand around England’s waist to draw him close, working his fingers into the white linen shirt England had worn under all the rest of it and the warm skin beneath it. He could feel knots under his fingers, along England’s spine, where he tended to store the tension from his erect posture, could feel England’s heart where it beat steady and even against his own chest. “Don’t you?”
God, YES...
As in the ones from His Dark Materials? That would be SO cool. With England being the only one able to see each of them - let's see - Would Alfred's be an Eagle? I mean, each county having their own national animal for a daemon, or something specific to them personality-wise? Perhaps Canda's would be - whatever his bear's name is; that WOULD provide an explanation for why no one else can seem to see it - Actually, I can just see Aruthur's as a hawk or something, a lion, perhaps, regal...
As in the ones from His Dark Materials? That would be SO cool. With England being the only one able to see each of them - let's see - Would Alfred's be an Eagle? I mean, each county having their own national animal for a daemon, or something specific to them personality-wise? Perhaps Canda's would be - whatever his bear's name is; that WOULD provide an explanation for why no one else can seem to see it - Actually, I can just see Aruthur's as a hawk or something, a lion, perhaps, regal...
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