He dressed like America the day he spoke with China’s boss. “That’s it! I’ve had it! I can’t watch you do this to yourself any longer, I’m not supporting it, alright?” Google stood up and stepped away from the desk between him and the small Chinese man sitting with his arms folded. It was not China but Yao who spoke up, his hands trembling slightly, brown eyes wide with concern, “Why are you doing this?” “I can’t do this anymore,” Google looked away, staring at the floor. Yao rose to his feet, his eyes still wide, but now more panicked, “Please, don’t leave, you’ve opened up so much for us…for me.” His eyes darted away from Google’s gaze, who was now looking at him intensely. The man in a grey suit leaned forward, his eyes had changed to blue and his words fell like coins, measured and weighted as they hit the floor with a plink. “I’m not censoring anything anymore. I won’t support what’s happening to you.” Yao stepped around the desk, his charcoal-black hair falling in line of his eyes for a moment as he stretched out his hands to Google. The search engine clasped the nation’s hands in his own. Yao’s were warm and work-worn, Yao felt a spark at his fingertips and he looked up into Google’s eyes. They were forest green. “You’re leaving me,” he said it like a command. And suddenly to the forefront of his mind came article after article, pictures of the Google center in him, flowers at the building, rushing, running commentary like a river over his psyche, Google unleashed on his citizens. Suddenly his grip tightened and his eyes widened in an almost fear, but what was really an acknowledgement from China. He leaned forward and with the second thing he searched for, his voice was thick and came as a whisper. “Tiananmen.”
He dressed like America the day he spoke with China’s boss. “That’s it! I’ve had it! I can’t watch you do this to yourself any longer, I’m not supporting it, alright?” Google stood up and stepped away from the desk between him and the small Chinese man sitting with his arms folded.
It was not China but Yao who spoke up, his hands trembling slightly, brown eyes wide with concern, “Why are you doing this?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Google looked away, staring at the floor.
Yao rose to his feet, his eyes still wide, but now more panicked, “Please, don’t leave, you’ve opened up so much for us…for me.” His eyes darted away from Google’s gaze, who was now looking at him intensely. The man in a grey suit leaned forward, his eyes had changed to blue and his words fell like coins, measured and weighted as they hit the floor with a plink.
“I’m not censoring anything anymore. I won’t support what’s happening to you.”
Yao stepped around the desk, his charcoal-black hair falling in line of his eyes for a moment as he stretched out his hands to Google. The search engine clasped the nation’s hands in his own. Yao’s were warm and work-worn, Yao felt a spark at his fingertips and he looked up into Google’s eyes. They were forest green. “You’re leaving me,” he said it like a command. And suddenly to the forefront of his mind came article after article, pictures of the Google center in him, flowers at the building, rushing, running commentary like a river over his psyche, Google unleashed on his citizens. Suddenly his grip tightened and his eyes widened in an almost fear, but what was really an acknowledgement from China. He leaned forward and with the second thing he searched for, his voice was thick and came as a whisper. “Tiananmen.”
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Google vs China
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=28261902#t28261902
Rebellion (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2010-06-13 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)It was not China but Yao who spoke up, his hands trembling slightly, brown eyes wide with concern, “Why are you doing this?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Google looked away, staring at the floor.
Yao rose to his feet, his eyes still wide, but now more panicked, “Please, don’t leave, you’ve opened up so much for us…for me.” His eyes darted away from Google’s gaze, who was now looking at him intensely. The man in a grey suit leaned forward, his eyes had changed to blue and his words fell like coins, measured and weighted as they hit the floor with a plink.
“I’m not censoring anything anymore. I won’t support what’s happening to you.”
Yao stepped around the desk, his charcoal-black hair falling in line of his eyes for a moment as he stretched out his hands to Google. The search engine clasped the nation’s hands in his own. Yao’s were warm and work-worn, Yao felt a spark at his fingertips and he looked up into Google’s eyes. They were forest green. “You’re leaving me,” he said it like a command.
And suddenly to the forefront of his mind came article after article, pictures of the Google center in him, flowers at the building, rushing, running commentary like a river over his psyche, Google unleashed on his citizens. Suddenly his grip tightened and his eyes widened in an almost fear, but what was really an acknowledgement from China. He leaned forward and with the second thing he searched for, his voice was thick and came as a whisper. “Tiananmen.”
(short...sorry)
Rebellion (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2010-06-13 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)It was not China but Yao who spoke up, his hands trembling
slightly, brown eyes wide with concern, “Why are you doing this?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” Google looked away, staring at the floor.
Yao rose to his feet, his eyes still wide, but now more panicked, “Please, don’t leave, you’ve opened up so much for us…for me.” His eyes darted away from Google’s gaze, who was now looking at him intensely. The man in a grey suit leaned forward, his eyes had changed to blue and his words fell like coins, measured and weighted as they hit the floor with a plink.
“I’m not censoring anything anymore. I won’t support what’s happening to you.”
Yao stepped around the desk, his charcoal-black hair falling in line of his eyes for a moment as he stretched out his hands to Google. The search engine clasped the nation’s hands in his own. Yao’s were warm and work-worn, Yao felt a spark at his fingertips and he looked up into Google’s eyes. They were forest green. “You’re leaving me,” he said it like a command.
And suddenly to the forefront of his mind came article after article, pictures of the Google center in him, flowers at the building, rushing, running commentary like a river over his psyche, Google unleashed on his citizens. Suddenly his grip tightened and his eyes widened in an almost fear, but what was really an acknowledgement from China. He leaned forward and with the second thing he searched for, his voice was thick and came as a whisper. “Tiananmen.”
(short...sorry)
ANON, YOU MISPOSTED
(Anonymous) 2010-06-14 07:33 am (UTC)(link)It's a very lovely fill though.