When I kissed you [crossed out] you kissed me I finally understand that America wasn’t himself. I wondered if someone had put a spell on him to act that way around me. Either way, I didn’t feel comfortable enough to kiss him, it felt wrong somehow. Maybe that’s clue number 2? Maybe. But there is something more to it.
Germany called told me you were sick. I decided to go and check. Then I saw America. I felt the magic leaking from the house (clue number 3). That guy was also there. He said something in French I didn’t get.
And everything clicked.
You were America. That was what I had been feeling. Something had happened and you took America’s place. Or did you just look like America? I wanted to call America and check. But when you looked at me, smiled, I pushed the thought immediately away.
Anger took curiosity’s place.
I was so angry at you, for playing with my feelings like that, for letting you get so close, for taking advantage of the fact that I liked America, for making me think that this was the real America, that I had fell in love with America. I wanted to confess I had understood, I wanted to hurt you, I wanted to do a lot of things, I wanted… and then, while I was driving, and you remained silent next to me, I started to think.
I realized something.
All this years there was some kind of wall between us. We never managed to be ourselves these past centuries around each other. No matter how much we know each other, there is always something that blocks us from going further than what we are. But now, when you were so sure I didn’t recognize you, you were suddenly yourself. No, to put it better. You were what you wanted to be with me. You just wanted to be with me. You hadn’t thought about it that well, sure, but you didn’t want to hurt anyone either.
You just wanted me to like you. The real you. Why everything is so hard to explain?
Either way, I was finally myself too. There was no history between us, no years and years of hatred and wars. You were America, and, no matter how many wars I fought with America, I always felt I could be myself around him, let myself go. Something I can’t do with you.
We were each other. I fell in love with that.
I wondered then. Was I in love with America or France? With whom did I have fell in love this time?
This guy, this guy I fell in love once more, wasn’t America.
It was you.
I was confused as hell.
I was angry at you.
But, at the same time, I was relieved that you looked like America and not yourself. Because finally that wall between us had disappeared and I could see things clearly.
And when I did, I felt like some of the spell had worn off. You still looked like America, but I suddenly saw a part of you too. I could suddenly see your face behind that American mask. Magic works in ways no one can understand.
I understood that the fact I could finally see you, was the answer I was searching for.
When did I start loving you? Yes. I realized that I cared only in the Second War, but when that “concern” had started? When did love and hate become just words? I couldn’t find an answer.
You admitted you loved me, but at least you knew since when you felt that way for me. I wondered what you thought about my strange relationship with America. I wondered if you were jealous. You must have been, because otherwise you wouldn’t have thought of acting on that stupid plan of yours. Really France? Wooing me as America? You are out of your mind. I shouldn’t even think of forgiving you.
And I was crazy too for letting myself fall in love with that crazy git once more. I can’t forgive myself either.
I thought you had understood what I had tried to tell you. America had suddenly disappeared when those words left my mouth. You were France for me. I thought you had realized that I knew. I stopped thinking then, and, well, you know the rest. We were almost going to do something extremely stupid.
You were still America. You still thought I thought you were America.
I’m glad you stopped. I don’t know if [crossed out]
I don’t want to hurt America. I love him. I always will. He always had been by my side, even if he teases me. He is a far more decent nation than you are. You are the worst man I have ever met. But there is something between us I can’t ignore, and I realized when you finally became yourself.
It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?
I made up my mind.
I’m going to come to your house now. I’m going to leave this letter in the kitchen, before I change my mind and throw it in the trash.
Because I don’t like opening up, especially to you.
: : : : : :
Aaaah, this never-ending war. UkUs vs. FrUk. And to think I’m a fan of both. Anyway. That’s not the point. My work is to please OP, and I really hope I did my job well. I really hope OP and everybody liked this fill, as much as I liked writing it. I'm so happy to see so many fans. It makes me want to write some more. Thank you for that. I hope the ending was fine for everyone, and I really hope to see you in other prompts I might fill! :D That's all folks!
I loved it. The ending was amazing. The fill was amazing. The characters were amazing. Englands letter was brilliant. I don't have the proper words to convey how much I love this story, or all the different ways I love it. It was just amazing.
Now I need to go back and reread it from the begining with this new information.
First off, England's letter writing skills are enviable. <3
Following the immaturity of some of the readers here, I'm glad that this fic was ended so well! Ambiguity ftw. I can't help feeling there's going to be a loooot of Important Talking before either of them reach a resolution with each other, and I love it, because it shows they're willing to work on it.
Much love for this fic. <3 <3 I'm sort of sad it's over, but I'm happy that it reached a satisfying ending.
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Love me the "American" way [10e/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)Germany called told me you were sick. I decided to go and check. Then I saw America. I felt the magic leaking from the house (clue number 3). That guy was also there. He said something in French I didn’t get.
And everything clicked.
You were America. That was what I had been feeling. Something had happened and you took America’s place. Or did you just look like America? I wanted to call America and check. But when you looked at me, smiled, I pushed the thought immediately away.
Anger took curiosity’s place.
I was so angry at you, for playing with my feelings like that, for letting you get so close, for taking advantage of the fact that I liked America, for making me think that this was the real America, that I had fell in love with America. I wanted to confess I had understood, I wanted to hurt you, I wanted to do a lot of things, I wanted… and then, while I was driving, and you remained silent next to me, I started to think.
I realized something.
All this years there was some kind of wall between us. We never managed to be ourselves these past centuries around each other. No matter how much we know each other, there is always something that blocks us from going further than what we are. But now, when you were so sure I didn’t recognize you, you were suddenly yourself. No, to put it better. You were what you wanted to be with me. You just wanted to be with me. You hadn’t thought about it that well, sure, but you didn’t want to hurt anyone either.
You just wanted me to like you. The real you. Why everything is so hard to explain?
Either way, I was finally myself too. There was no history between us, no years and years of hatred and wars. You were America, and, no matter how many wars I fought with America, I always felt I could be myself around him, let myself go. Something I can’t do with you.
We were each other. I fell in love with that.
I wondered then. Was I in love with America or France? With whom did I have fell in love this time?
This guy, this guy I fell in love once more, wasn’t America.
It was you.
I was confused as hell.
I was angry at you.
But, at the same time, I was relieved that you looked like America and not yourself. Because finally that wall between us had disappeared and I could see things clearly.
I hated myself then, but I made up my mind.
Love me the "American" way [10f/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)I understood that the fact I could finally see you, was the answer I was searching for.
When did I start loving you? Yes. I realized that I cared only in the Second War, but when that “concern” had started? When did love and hate become just words? I couldn’t find an answer.
You admitted you loved me, but at least you knew since when you felt that way for me. I wondered what you thought about my strange relationship with America. I wondered if you were jealous. You must have been, because otherwise you wouldn’t have thought of acting on that stupid plan of yours. Really France? Wooing me as America? You are out of your mind. I shouldn’t even think of forgiving you.
And I was crazy too for letting myself fall in love with that crazy git once more. I can’t forgive myself either.
I thought you had understood what I had tried to tell you. America had suddenly disappeared when those words left my mouth. You were France for me. I thought you had realized that I knew. I stopped thinking then, and, well, you know the rest. We were almost going to do something extremely stupid.
You were still America. You still thought I thought you were America.
I’m glad you stopped. I don’t know if [crossed out]
I don’t want to hurt America. I love him. I always will. He always had been by my side, even if he teases me. He is a far more decent nation than you are. You are the worst man I have ever met. But there is something between us I can’t ignore, and I realized when you finally became yourself.
It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?
I made up my mind.
I’m going to come to your house now. I’m going to leave this letter in the kitchen, before I change my mind and throw it in the trash.
Because I don’t like opening up, especially to you.
: : : : : :
Aaaah, this never-ending war. UkUs vs. FrUk. And to think I’m a fan of both. Anyway. That’s not the point. My work is to please OP, and I really hope I did my job well. I really hope OP and everybody liked this fill, as much as I liked writing it. I'm so happy to see so many fans. It makes me want to write some more. Thank you for that. I hope the ending was fine for everyone, and I really hope to see you in other prompts I might fill! :D
That's all folks!
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-09 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)I loved it. The ending was amazing. The fill was amazing. The characters were amazing. Englands letter was brilliant. I don't have the proper words to convey how much I love this story, or all the different ways I love it. It was just amazing.
Now I need to go back and reread it from the begining with this new information.
Re: Love me the "American" way [10f/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 12:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Love me the "American" way [10f/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)Following the immaturity of some of the readers here, I'm glad that this fic was ended so well! Ambiguity ftw. I can't help feeling there's going to be a loooot of Important Talking before either of them reach a resolution with each other, and I love it, because it shows they're willing to work on it.
Much love for this fic. <3 <3 I'm sort of sad it's over, but I'm happy that it reached a satisfying ending.
Re: Love me the "American" way [10f/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Love me the "American" way [10f/10]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)A!A here
(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 11:33 am (UTC)(link)