We always see America sexing up England when he's drunk.
I'd like the opposite: England sexing up a drunk America. UK/US in that order, please.
Anon would have my soul if you follow my head-canon that America makes a very mellow drunk, who says very little but actually says what he means and not hiding anything behind his babble.
Re: In Vino Veritas (1/8?)
anonymous
October 4 2010, 20:55:51 UTC
Hi, Anon. I love you, and I especially like these lines: He was turning to re-enter the gathering and make his excuses, when he spotted a figure sitting on one of the benches, head tilted back as though he were looking at the sky, rather than the city.
Quiet, almost introspective.
The figure's head tilted unsteadily downwards, as he brought a glass to his mouth, drinking deeply.
In Vino Veritas (2a/?)
anonymous
October 5 2010, 02:16:11 UTC
“Sorry,” The words were somewhat coherent as the too-bright blue eyes fluttered behind glasses turned towards him. The light flush of his cheeks turned slightly darker. “Din' see you there
( ... )
Re: In Vino Veritas (2b/?)
anonymous
October 5 2010, 04:05:20 UTC
Yaaay~! I love UKUS--so glad you're doing this fill, authoranon!! Hah, great usage of miscommunication--fail!"common"language never ceases to entertain.
Mmm, this looks like it's going to be such a yummy story ;P
Re: In Vino Veritas (2b/?)
anonymous
October 5 2010, 04:13:20 UTC
“Orangy, an' made me feel all warm inside. Jus' like when you smile at me.” <--- That line was just too cute. <3 Oh and I see what you're trying to do Francis...and I approve. XD
In Vino Veritas 3a/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:02:45 UTC
The lack of babble was something of a relief, as they walked (staggered) towards Alfred's room, though the tiny nuzzles of the drunken man's face against his neck, the way America was pressing against England- had to be just because he was drunk-- were very -
He would most certainly have to spend some time in the loo tonight to take care of the growing problem in his trousers.
“I don't suppose you could manage from here?” England asked, as he managed to pilfer the cardkey from a back pocket, trying pointedly not to notice the shiver from the other as his hand brushed against the curve of his buttocks. Always with the pants that were far too tight, and clinging-- Arthur forced himself not to linger, although it was difficult with the way Alfred seemed to lean into the touch
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I'd like the opposite: England sexing up a drunk America. UK/US in that order, please.
Anon would have my soul if you follow my head-canon that America makes a very mellow drunk, who says very little but actually says what he means and not hiding anything behind his babble.
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Moar! yje setting and the narration is lovely, dear! <3
Please continue the gloriousness of subtlity in the drowse of Alfred F Jones ang Arthurs tsundereness <3
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Oops. Almost de-annoned there.
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As soon as I get some sleep.
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Quiet, almost introspective.
The figure's head tilted unsteadily downwards, as he brought a glass to his mouth, drinking deeply.
Thanks for writing. Looking forward to more!
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Hah, great usage of miscommunication--fail!"common"language never ceases to entertain.
Mmm, this looks like it's going to be such a yummy story ;P
ReCaptcha--"the uterate"? Uhh, please no.
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That line was just too cute. <3
Oh and I see what you're trying to do Francis...and I approve. XD
Love the story so far. Hope you update soon!
reCatcha: one tanhumps... foreshadowing maybe...
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A better question would be: What did Francis whisper in Alfred's ear before they left?
Glad you're enjoying it.
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He would most certainly have to spend some time in the loo tonight to take care of the growing problem in his trousers.
“I don't suppose you could manage from here?” England asked, as he managed to pilfer the cardkey from a back pocket, trying pointedly not to notice the shiver from the other as his hand brushed against the curve of his buttocks. Always with the pants that were far too tight, and clinging-- Arthur forced himself not to linger, although it was difficult with the way Alfred seemed to lean into the touch ( ... )
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