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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2a
(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 04:46 am (UTC)(link)With a loud crack and resigned groan, England's door lost its battle with the early morning visitor, swinging open at just a slightly off-angle.
Silence reigned for all of a blessed five seconds before a curious blond head appeared in the door frame. "England?" America called again. A pause. "Your door was open so I'm letting myself in!"
There was a light thud as England let her forehead hit the back of her hall closet in exasperation, but it was drowned out by the louder thunk of the younger nation rolling his luggage into the entryway and trying to close the door behind him. At least the additional time he took shoving the door back into place gave her a few moments to sip her tea.
It greatly eased her newly developed headache and she gave herself a mental pat on the back for having decided to double back and grab it.
He was coming in her direction now. As always, America seemed to be making an effort to broadcast his presence. England could easily hear his footsteps moving down the hall, heading for the kitchen she had been occupying less than a minute earlier.
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For his part, America knew enough about visiting England to know the kitchen was the first place to start looking if his former 'brother' wasn't there at the door to greet him when he arrived. Sure enough, he noticed the recently used kettle sitting on the stove. He could still feel the heat coming off it's surface as he got nearer.
Alright, so England had already had his morning tea. He'd have to come back for another one sooner or later, so if America just waited right here, he'd be sure to run into the island nation eventually.
...but that was so boring. He dug his hand into the pocket of his bomber jacket, fishing of his cell. Maybe he should call him to speed up the process.
But he never made the call. He had paused before his thumb could press the 'send' button, tentatively sniffing the air. Something smelled really gross. What was that? Normally, America would have ignored the unpleasant scent, but he just knew what it was.
It was on the tip of his tongue; figuratively, not literally of course. Ew.
Then he recognized it.
Chamomile.
- - - - - - - - -
England startled at the knock against the entrance to her sanctuary, biting back a curse when her wrist bumped against one of the walls in the confined space, spilling the remainder of her tea. "England? Are you in there?" an all too familiar voice called from the other side of the door.
She almost shouted 'No!' but caught herself at the last minute. Not that her silence looked like it was going to help. Blast! How had he figured out her location so easily?
Her gripped tightened on her now empty tea cup, more from irritation than anything else. To think, after lifetimes of keeping her secret hidden, this was how it was going to come out. From a closet. If only she had worn something a little less feminine, instead of the low-cut sweater and mid-length skirt she was currently attired in. Then she wouldn't be in this predicament. Well, she would still have a broken door and America roaming about her house--but at least she could have skipped running into the closet and just openly confronted him about the meaning of private property and its destruction from the get-go.
Speaking of which, the closet door chose that moment to walk the path of its brother at the front of the house. Light made its way into England's impromptu hiding place, and against the back wall America's distinctive shadow appeared next to hers. That was that then. There was no way he didn't see her from his current position.
"England...?"
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2b
(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 04:48 am (UTC)(link)And although she would never admit it out loud, she was glad it was America. She had raised him, lived with him; he was the one nation--if any--who had earned the right to be given a full explanation. England let out the breath she'd been holding and waited for the inevitable question she knew her former colony was about to ask.
It was about then that the laughter started.
"Are you--ahah!--wearing a skirt?!" More laughter. "Oh wow, England, I never knew you were into that kind of thing! Pfft!"
America's attempt at human speech dissolved into unintelligible giggles and fits of laughter. (And incidentally, any charitable thoughts England had been having towards him dissolved period.)
Her eyebrow twitched in irritation. Perhaps she had overestimated him.
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"America."
Laughter continued to fill the hallway.
"America." A little louder, but not quite shouting.
A snort.
Oh, bugger it. "America, look at me!"
Bent over, America still didn't look up, but the laughter did stop and he made a noise that she took to be an acknowledgment he heard her. It was a start.
"Look at me." she repeated, "And explain to me what it is about my attire that seems to be so hilarious."
"Come on, England." he began, lifting his head, "You can't ask me that question in a skirt and expect me to be able to answer."
She crossed her arms over her chest, "Actually I do."
Whatever the response was that America had planned, it died in his throat as he finally took in the full sight of England standing before him.
A million thoughts raced around his mind, working furiously to process what he was seeing.
England was was wearing woman's clothes.
England seemed comfortable in woman's clothes.
England was filling out those woman's clothes very nicely.
...
Oh.
...Oh....huh?
And then his thoughts came to a screeching, crashing halt.
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The poor boy looked like his brain was short-circuiting. Under different circumstances, England would have found the slack-jawed look on America's face adorably endearing. Or at the very least hilarious.
Instead she let out a sigh and turned, walking back towards the kitchen. "I suppose it can't be helped." she began, not really caring if he was following or not (or if his brain was yet even capable of processing what she was saying). "If you'll give me a moment, I can explain the situation. If it can even be called that. And if you haven't yet, do close your mouth America. This can't possibly be that shocking. And even if it is, you're going to attract flies."
She needed another cup of tea.
Really now. Of course finding out someone you had practically grown up with was a different gender had to be surprising, but it wasn't like it was going to change anything. England was still England. She never lied about her opinions, polices, or tastes just because she presented herself as male. And goodness knows she wasn't going to get any girlier because of this. In fact with any luck maybe America would finally stop teasing her about her love of embroidery, although she highly doubted that...
"Sooooo..." America drawled behind her, interrupting her thoughts. England turned, sensing there was a question coming. (She almost welcomed it over his other reactions.) As he once again entered her line of sight, she could see a playful look covering his features, replacing the one of wide-eyed shocked he'd been wearing previously, "Does this count as you coming out of the closet?" (Nevermind.)
...It was nice to know the boy had recovered from his shock so quickly.
England stared, seemed to contemplate something for a moment, then punched him in the face.
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2c
(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 04:54 am (UTC)(link)"I forgot how your face is as hard as the rest of your head."
America beamed as he handed England an ice pack for her sore knuckles. (Being the reason behind it didn't mean he was any less happy to help.) "Hey, does this mean I can't make jokes anymore about how you hit like a-"
"Finish that sentence and next time I'll aim somewhere a little more vulnerable." she interrupted, taking a gulp from her second tea of the day and forcefully clanking her cup down in a manner that could only be described as 'quite unladylike' (or as America would have said, 'totally England').
"You have to admit, the closet was a kinda funny choice."
"And where else would you have expected me to hide exactly?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be hiding from me at all."
"You show up at my home without warning, break in my door, and generally make a nuisance of yourself. Even if I hadn't been trying to hide my gender I probably would have still taken up residence in that closet to avoid you." So what if that wasn't necessarily true? At least their interactions seemed to have gone back to normal. "Or maybe I should have stuck you in there instead to avoid additional destruction."
America pouted, "Well that's not nice."
"Don't be a child. Besides, we both know it wouldn't have held you long anyway." England muttered. A sigh. "So much for my peaceful day off." She took another sip of tea. Over the rim of her cup, she noticed the other nation wasn't making to respond to her half-hearted complaint. Instead, he was staring at her rather thoughtfully. "What is it?"
"It's weird." he said after a pause.
"And 'it' would be...?" she prompted.
He didn't answer right away, the look on his face was uncharacteristically contemplative. That couldn't be good.
"Your voice." he said at last. "I mean, sure seeing you in a skirt and all is definitely different..." And there was that equally endearing and infuriating smile of his and if he started laughing again she was going to-
But he didn't. "...but when you talk like that. It still sounds like you and it's kinda familiar but it's not." He scratched his head and laughed. It wasn't the teasing laughter so she let it slide, more interested in what he was saying now anyway, "Your voice is girlier, but you sound the same, you know?"
It took her a moment, but England suddenly realized what he was talking about.
Another slip up. She was usually better at this, but as their conversation had been going on it seemed, unconsciously, England had adopted her more natural tone of voice around America. A tone that had until now been reserved exclusively for her older brothers, and occasionally her supernatural friends. Although with the latter's unpredictable nature of appearing at world meetings, she often dropped her voice around them as well, just to be safe.
"Yes, well..." she began, trying to figure out how to respond, "It's not like I could talk in my normal voice with the majority of the world being convinced I'm a man, now could I?"
"I get that." he answered, nodding his head in understanding, "But..." his expression still seemed a little unsure and he gestured vaguely in her direction, "...Why?"
And there was the question she had been waiting to be asked since he'd kicked in her door. Or maybe even before that.
"I suppose I'll explain it then."
((First of all, I want to thank you all for your comments, anon readers! It's always worth it to have people tell you they enjoy your writing. Secondly, I'm sorry if characterization and plot is all over the place. I don't think I'm keeping an even, level balance of humor and seriousness; more like it's tilting back and forth like a see-saw. Please let me know if you share my worries.
I hope you all continue to enjoy the fic, and thank you again for reading!))
Re: Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2c
(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 06:49 am (UTC)(link)This fill is adorable for some reason. I look forward to your updates. :)
Yes, OP is in love
(Anonymous) 2010-11-17 01:10 am (UTC)(link)Oh America, I truly do love you, even though you kill with my own laughter a lot.
I love this fill it's so amazing...XD I can't wait for more...not wait I can...no I can't! -explosion of excitement-
Re: Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2c
(Anonymous) 2010-11-23 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2c
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 11:50 am (UTC)(link)I'm loving this fill so far. Keep it up, authornon!