“I cannot believe you just did that,” America says. “I. Don’t. Uh. What?”
“Tr’ce?”
Sweden shakes his hands dry and sticks one out for a handshake.
No way. America takes his wet paper towel and throws it at the Swedish nation as an answer.
Which starts a fight in a bathroom located in a German airport.
By the end, they’re almost drenched with sink water. Sweden hasn’t laughed or smiled yet, just deeply rumbled with mirth or something equally sexy and boner-worthy, but once a silent stalemate has been called, Sweden grins for a minute before it’s quickly replaced with a distorted scowl.
“Oh, hey,” America says, tugging at the collar of his new wet T-shirt. “You can smile?”
America’s also baffled as how Sweden went from being stoic to playful, but he’s not complaining.
Sweden garbles some unintelligible words and dries his hands instead of replying.
“Heeey,” America exaggerates. “You should do that more.”
“Waste w’ter?” Sweden responds, sarcastic, something he normally is not.
“Be... like that,” America elaborates. “And smile. You should smile.”
“D’n’t like to.”
“Why not?” America doesn’t want to bring it up, but... “Maybe people would stop, err, getting scared.”
“Mm.” Sweden doesn’t seem affronted. “’S scary.”
“It’s not! You’re not that scary in the first place, but a smile makes you more, how should I put this, friendly? Friendlier?”
“’M scary.”
“You’re kinda not.”
“... ‘M not?”
“Course you’re not!”
America nudges his shoulder like an old pal—or, to America, a potential boyfriend, but Sweden doesn’t catch it—and Sweden has no idea what’s going on. He’d thought America was so brave that he’d been able to just look past it and see him as a person, though that’s not the case. America doesn’t see a petrifying expression. America sees him, and the thought is overwhelming because not even Finland can do that.
America can’t—shouldn’t be—isn’t any different.
He’s obviously being polite, obviously, but polite is one thing that America never is, so...
It doesn’t settle well with Sweden. At all. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just... weird. Incomprehensible. Unable to be processed. It was a bad idea for him to act like himself with America to begin with.
“Gonna be late for m’plane,” Sweden says in a blur, the English words clumping together, maybe even mixing in with some Swedish, he doesn’t know, and gets out of there before America can reply, look at him, or even do so much as wave.
God, America, so fucking awkward. OTL Lucky Sweden doesn't mind so much, eh?
And damn, I love your focus on the cultural difference between America's friendliness and Sweden's stoicism; it just makes Sweden's sneak attack even funnier. XD And for some kind of gay reason, America telling Sweden he's not scary warmed my black little heart. <3 Hell, it warmed my heart before Sweden's reaction, even. GJ, anon!
... I desperately want the whole back-story behind America's discovery of jolly rancher vodka. What the hell were they doing? XP
Ffffffuck, the oil spill will never be over. OTL Although the idea of Canada's passive-aggressive reaction to America spilling stuff on him makes it a little better!
Updates make me so happy. <3 This is awesome!!!! Aww poor America, he's probably gonna freak out if Sweden starts avoiding him because America's reaction to him is incomprehensible. Heh. These two need more love!
I just stumbled across this fic and couldn't stop reading it...well at least until I to the end. This wins on so many levels I don't even know where to start, so I'll go the simple route and just say your awesome and so is this fic!
Poor Sweden, so misunderstood, hopefully America can break though his insecurities and Sweden can let his guard down enough to just be himself.
This fic is fucking amazing, man. i lvoe your America voice, like here Sweden hasn’t laughed or smiled yet, just deeply rumbled with mirth or something equally sexy and boner-worthy pffff.
And that little battle between Prussia and America was full of lulz, especially the bad friends laughing at their friend's misery about Austria (and the many hints at other pairings you throw out there, like GerIta, RoChu and PruAus). And America's inability to communicate in anything other than English is amusing, but I love you much more for making Sweden speak many other languages. It never fails to bother me when Hetalia fans or authors say the nations can't speak any languages apart from their own, and presumably English. That's just so absurdly stupid I don't even- (especially the Europeans; IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, PEOPLE)
And dude, Sweden's thoughts, finally! I like your Sweden voice a lot, too. And America's summer was gloriousXD (is that a reference to the epically awesome 1776 I spot there?) And the water fight. Sweden smiling. And then getting nervous there at the end! Things are definitely advancing in the right direction even though America is making all unconscious effort to botcher his chances, throwing coffee at the otherXD
I can't believe you don't write interaction between the American brothers constantly; you write them SO PERFECT. Are you really a RoChu only writer till now? W-o-w
GAH I am so so sorry I fell behind! Been apartment-hunting, so I completely understand the plight of having no time. Unfortunately I don't have time to leave a very long comment right now but I just want you to know that I'm still following and loving every part. This fic is incredible and I love you so much for it!
I shall be back to leave a better comment here later <3
OH, OP! MY LOVE, I AM SO GLAD YOU CAME BACK :D I would have died if you didn't!
Haha, apartment-hunting? xD Sounds like a blast. Have fun! Get done what you need to do first, m'kay? I'll wait for you forever~ <333 That sounded creepy, didn't it?
True. I think we fucked up English so bad that we started an entirely new language ;]
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Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 01:44 am (UTC)(link)“I cannot believe you just did that,” America says. “I. Don’t. Uh. What?”
“Tr’ce?”
Sweden shakes his hands dry and sticks one out for a handshake.
No way. America takes his wet paper towel and throws it at the Swedish nation as an answer.
Which starts a fight in a bathroom located in a German airport.
By the end, they’re almost drenched with sink water. Sweden hasn’t laughed or smiled yet, just deeply rumbled with mirth or something equally sexy and boner-worthy, but once a silent stalemate has been called, Sweden grins for a minute before it’s quickly replaced with a distorted scowl.
“Oh, hey,” America says, tugging at the collar of his new wet T-shirt. “You can smile?”
America’s also baffled as how Sweden went from being stoic to playful, but he’s not complaining.
Sweden garbles some unintelligible words and dries his hands instead of replying.
“Heeey,” America exaggerates. “You should do that more.”
“Waste w’ter?” Sweden responds, sarcastic, something he normally is not.
“Be... like that,” America elaborates. “And smile. You should smile.”
“D’n’t like to.”
“Why not?” America doesn’t want to bring it up, but... “Maybe people would stop, err, getting scared.”
“Mm.” Sweden doesn’t seem affronted. “’S scary.”
“It’s not! You’re not that scary in the first place, but a smile makes you more, how should I put this, friendly? Friendlier?”
“’M scary.”
“You’re kinda not.”
“... ‘M not?”
“Course you’re not!”
America nudges his shoulder like an old pal—or, to America, a potential boyfriend, but Sweden doesn’t catch it—and Sweden has no idea what’s going on. He’d thought America was so brave that he’d been able to just look past it and see him as a person, though that’s not the case. America doesn’t see a petrifying expression. America sees him, and the thought is overwhelming because not even Finland can do that.
America can’t—shouldn’t be—isn’t any different.
He’s obviously being polite, obviously, but polite is one thing that America never is, so...
It doesn’t settle well with Sweden. At all. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just... weird. Incomprehensible. Unable to be processed. It was a bad idea for him to act like himself with America to begin with.
“Gonna be late for m’plane,” Sweden says in a blur, the English words clumping together, maybe even mixing in with some Swedish, he doesn’t know, and gets out of there before America can reply, look at him, or even do so much as wave.
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 02:01 am (UTC)(link)And damn, I love your focus on the cultural difference between America's friendliness and Sweden's stoicism; it just makes Sweden's sneak attack even funnier. XD And for some kind of gay reason, America telling Sweden he's not scary warmed my black little heart. <3 Hell, it warmed my heart before Sweden's reaction, even. GJ, anon!
... I desperately want the whole back-story behind America's discovery of jolly rancher vodka. What the hell were they doing? XP
Ffffffuck, the oil spill will never be over. OTL Although the idea of Canada's passive-aggressive reaction to America spilling stuff on him makes it a little better!
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 04:11 am (UTC)(link)This is awesome!!!! Aww poor America, he's probably gonna freak out if Sweden starts avoiding him because America's reaction to him is incomprehensible. Heh. These two need more love!
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Sweden, so misunderstood, hopefully America can break though his insecurities and Sweden can let his guard down enough to just be himself.
Pssst Sweden...love is blind. XD
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)And that little battle between Prussia and America was full of lulz, especially the bad friends laughing at their friend's misery about Austria (and the many hints at other pairings you throw out there, like GerIta, RoChu and PruAus). And America's inability to communicate in anything other than English is amusing, but I love you much more for making Sweden speak many other languages. It never fails to bother me when Hetalia fans or authors say the nations can't speak any languages apart from their own, and presumably English. That's just so absurdly stupid I don't even-
(especially the Europeans; IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, PEOPLE)
And dude, Sweden's thoughts, finally! I like your Sweden voice a lot, too. And America's summer was gloriousXD (is that a reference to the epically awesome 1776 I spot there?)
And the water fight. Sweden smiling. And then getting nervous there at the end! Things are definitely advancing in the right direction
even though America is making all unconscious effort to botcher his chances, throwing coffee at the otherXDI can't believe you don't write interaction between the American brothers constantly; you write them SO PERFECT. Are you really a RoChu only writer till now? W-o-w
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)It's 4AM here
and I'm completely loving it :D because of your fill :D
I went from AWWWW /sobsob no update TO jfb;djfgdsfgaldlgfhjbds :D
ILU, authornon! <3
OP from like fifty million years ago orz
(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 09:25 am (UTC)(link)I shall be back to leave a better comment here later <3
(American is totally a language, btw. XD)
Author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)Haha, apartment-hunting? xD Sounds like a blast. Have fun! Get done what you need to do first, m'kay? I'll wait for you forever~ <333 That sounded creepy, didn't it?
True. I think we fucked up English so bad that we started an entirely new language ;]
Re: Tall, Dark, and Handsome [6f/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-23 06:16 am (UTC)(link)