Little Boy Crushes, USUK
anonymous
September 4 2009, 03:22:52 UTC
I'd like to see colony!America having a crush on England and trying to get England to return his affections. Of course, since America is just a young child, England wouldn't read America's actions as an attempt to woo him, which makes things very frustrating for his little colony. I'm not a shota fan, so it should be one-sided America crushing on England, but I'm looking for sweet and funny over angsty.
Bonus: America sees England interacting with another nation, gets ridiculously jealous and does everything he can think of to get rid of the other nation so that he and England can be alone again.
Re: Little Boy Crushes, USUK
anonymous
September 20 2010, 07:46:24 UTC
Seconding, and I plan on filling this. I hope OP doesn't mind if I take this one step further from the prompt (I'll fulfill everything in your request) and taking elements from the movie "Big"?
Also, updates will be slow, cause I've got like 3 others fills I'm doing too D:
Be Careful What You Wish For (1a/5?)
anonymous
September 20 2010, 18:40:21 UTC
Note: I took the request a bit further to add some elements from the movie “Big”. I hope OP doesn’t mind D: This is Colonial!America/Empire!England, with America being physically 13 (At least in the beginning) Please ignore the lame title ><
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America swallowed. Something in his gut told him this was wrong.
The woman sitting before him. The blood dripping from his lacerated palm. The tingling in his limbs. The white spots dancing all around. The room spinning on its’ axis.
England warned him about her. Warned him to stay away. But he couldn’t…not when she offered him such a tempting reward. It burned in his chest for days, the raw temptation and desire and sheer want of his dream coming true, of his feelings finally being understood by the one person he’d loved for so long.
It grew too much, and he’d taken the bait.
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One Week Earlier
America sat crouched in the hall, peering through the door crack. Inside was a bed, and on that bed was England and his catch for the night. A young man, probably five years America’s senior
( ... )
Be Careful What You Wish For (1b/5?)
anonymous
September 20 2010, 18:42:32 UTC
“You’re learning wonderfully.” He smiled again, only it was the awkward, crooked smile, and patted America’s shoulder. “Now since you’re up so early, why don’t you go practice that arithmetic I showed you yesterday?”
Feeling his heart fall from his throat to his feet in a matter of seconds, he nodded numbly and exited the room.
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The Next Day
America watched England as he peered at a stack of Apples positioned outside the local general store and argued with the vender over the price.
“You always overcharge me, always!” England stated, his voice angry but controlled. “You don’t charge so much for the Smiths up the way!”
The vender’s face twisted into a scowl. “How dare you sir accuse me of such a classless act!”
“Yes, really. How dare you.” England’s voice turned surly and sarcastic. “You do it all the time!”
America turned away, knowing they’d be there for a while if England’s dry sarcastic streak was showing up, and walked down the street of shops and crafters. He stuck two fingers into his right coat pocket and felt the
( ... )
Be Careful What You Wish For (1c/5?)
anonymous
September 20 2010, 18:44:53 UTC
“Ah-! There you are!” England appeared at his left, holding a canvas bag of apples. “I’ve been looking all over for you. What were you doing in the silver-smith’s shop?”
America shook his head. “I was just looking.”
England narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, something flickering behind his evergreen eyes. His piercing stare brought warmth to his chest and he turned away finally, his cheeks blushing pink at the attention.
“Well then.” England’s tone was clipped. “Let’s return home.”
He turned away and walked to their carriage, his back stiff, and his posture straight-backed and perfect. England was annoyed at him.
America ran after him, the warm leaving his chest in alarm. “En- ah-… Arthur!” America called, and grabbed England’s hand. “I-I just wanted-!”
England twisted his wrist, and suddenly he was clutching America’s shoulder’s and glaring down at him.
“Not until we return home.” He squeezed America’s shoulder’s painfully before releasing them. “Get into the carriage.”
Be Careful What You Wish For (1d/5?)
anonymous
September 20 2010, 18:46:04 UTC
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Five Days Later
Failure. It was all America seemed to be met with. He’d done everything but tell England to his face and kiss him on the lips, and still…still…
America sat on the docks, hoping to lose himself in the bustle of the dockworkers and sailors, immigrants and merchants. England didn’t love him the way he did. He looked at him and saw a young boy to care for, to protect…his little brother. If only he were like those older teenager’s England brings home. Bigger and larger, not so small and scrawny… maybe England would return his true feelings?
“Something troubling you, boy?”
America looked up to the owner of the voice. A woman, all curves and darkened skin, midnight black hair reaching her waist, clothing far different from the other colonists.
“Ah-…yes.” America peered at her, taken aback by her forwardness. And by the amount of chest she revealed. “I…I love someone very much. But…they don’t love me back.”
The woman knelt beside him, setting her canvas pack on the docks beside her. “Because…they only see you as a
( ... )
Be Careful What You Wish For (1e/5?)
anonymous
September 20 2010, 18:48:37 UTC
“Yes, I did.” England stated. “And I want you to stay away from her.” His voice grew dark and almost possessive. “She has a …talent that can be harmful to you.”
“A…talent?”
“Yes.” England managed. “And you are not to go near her, speak to her, or even walk next to her. If I see you within arm’s reach of her you’ll be punished, understand??”
A shiver ran up America’s spine at England’s words, but he managed a fearful look and nodded quickly.
“Good.” And England held his hand out to him, beckoning him to his bedside. America could do nothing but comply, his heart in his throat. His gut clenching and unclenching, heat spilling through him. “Don’t be upset. I merely wish to keep you safe.” The smile America loved appeared, and he suddenly grasped England’s hand and all but threw himself at him, plunging his face to England’s chest and rubbing his nose on the bare, pale skin just under his throat, England’s scent all around him.
“Ah- America-” England started, but paused, and with slight hesitation, returned the hug. “I’m…glad…you
( ... )
Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (1e/5?)
anonymous
October 10 2010, 14:18:31 UTC
This is epic, I was sort of expecting this to be comical and slightly fluffy like all the younger Alfred stories usually are. This on other hand has got a darker outlook on it, seems the more Arthur turns him down the more bitter he gets. Update soon, can't wait to see what Alfred does.
Bonus: America sees England interacting with another nation, gets ridiculously jealous and does everything he can think of to get rid of the other nation so that he and England can be alone again.
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Also, updates will be slow, cause I've got like 3 others fills I'm doing too D:
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America swallowed. Something in his gut told him this was wrong.
The woman sitting before him. The blood dripping from his lacerated palm. The tingling in his limbs. The white spots dancing all around. The room spinning on its’ axis.
England warned him about her. Warned him to stay away. But he couldn’t…not when she offered him such a tempting reward. It burned in his chest for days, the raw temptation and desire and sheer want of his dream coming true, of his feelings finally being understood by the one person he’d loved for so long.
It grew too much, and he’d taken the bait.
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One Week Earlier
America sat crouched in the hall, peering through the door crack. Inside was a bed, and on that bed was England and his catch for the night. A young man, probably five years America’s senior ( ... )
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Feeling his heart fall from his throat to his feet in a matter of seconds, he nodded numbly and exited the room.
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The Next Day
America watched England as he peered at a stack of Apples positioned outside the local general store and argued with the vender over the price.
“You always overcharge me, always!” England stated, his voice angry but controlled. “You don’t charge so much for the Smiths up the way!”
The vender’s face twisted into a scowl. “How dare you sir accuse me of such a classless act!”
“Yes, really. How dare you.” England’s voice turned surly and sarcastic. “You do it all the time!”
America turned away, knowing they’d be there for a while if England’s dry sarcastic streak was showing up, and walked down the street of shops and crafters. He stuck two fingers into his right coat pocket and felt the ( ... )
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America shook his head. “I was just looking.”
England narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, something flickering behind his evergreen eyes. His piercing stare brought warmth to his chest and he turned away finally, his cheeks blushing pink at the attention.
“Well then.” England’s tone was clipped. “Let’s return home.”
He turned away and walked to their carriage, his back stiff, and his posture straight-backed and perfect. England was annoyed at him.
America ran after him, the warm leaving his chest in alarm. “En- ah-… Arthur!” America called, and grabbed England’s hand. “I-I just wanted-!”
England twisted his wrist, and suddenly he was clutching America’s shoulder’s and glaring down at him.
“Not until we return home.” He squeezed America’s shoulder’s painfully before releasing them. “Get into the carriage.”
“But-!”
“Now.”
America sighed, stuffing the cloth bag ( ... )
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Five Days Later
Failure. It was all America seemed to be met with. He’d done everything but tell England to his face and kiss him on the lips, and still…still…
America sat on the docks, hoping to lose himself in the bustle of the dockworkers and sailors, immigrants and merchants. England didn’t love him the way he did. He looked at him and saw a young boy to care for, to protect…his little brother. If only he were like those older teenager’s England brings home. Bigger and larger, not so small and scrawny… maybe England would return his true feelings?
“Something troubling you, boy?”
America looked up to the owner of the voice. A woman, all curves and darkened skin, midnight black hair reaching her waist, clothing far different from the other colonists.
“Ah-…yes.” America peered at her, taken aback by her forwardness. And by the amount of chest she revealed. “I…I love someone very much. But…they don’t love me back.”
The woman knelt beside him, setting her canvas pack on the docks beside her. “Because…they only see you as a ( ... )
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“A…talent?”
“Yes.” England managed. “And you are not to go near her, speak to her, or even walk next to her. If I see you within arm’s reach of her you’ll be punished, understand??”
A shiver ran up America’s spine at England’s words, but he managed a fearful look and nodded quickly.
“Good.” And England held his hand out to him, beckoning him to his bedside. America could do nothing but comply, his heart in his throat. His gut clenching and unclenching, heat spilling through him. “Don’t be upset. I merely wish to keep you safe.” The smile America loved appeared, and he suddenly grasped England’s hand and all but threw himself at him, plunging his face to England’s chest and rubbing his nose on the bare, pale skin just under his throat, England’s scent all around him.
“Ah- America-” England started, but paused, and with slight hesitation, returned the hug. “I’m…glad…you ( ... )
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I hope you update soon.
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This is all very intriguing, I'm definitely curious what's going to happen to America!
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