Victory Kiss
anonymous
September 26 2009, 11:32:31 UTC
US/UK/US
Dunno if this has been requested but I'd really like to see this.
After hearing that they had won the war (or battle, whichever fits), America and England cheer and kiss each other without realizing what they're doing. When they pull away, their actions dawn on them and they try to write it off as a "heat of the moment" kind of thing.
Basically, I would like awkward!denial or all around fail in trying to hide their feelings.
V-E Day [2/?]
anonymous
September 30 2009, 03:07:19 UTC
I am not quite sure I like this part-it was un-betaed.
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His lips and hands were all over, kissing and feeling and worshipping he thought, but perhaps he was too romantic. It was blurry and hot and heavy and he vaguely realized that their clothes weren’t even off and he was so close. There was a sinuous, slow snapping of hips that made his head turn to mush. It felt to him like a slow dance, one that would make most dancers in his country faint, and he had no intention of speeding it up. It was perfect the way it was, with the rubbing of the fabric and slow roaming hands over his body. And were there sweet nothings being whispered in his ear? Nobody had ever treated him like this when there was sex to be had, ever, and pinpricks of wet gathered at the corners of his eyes. A rough thumb was wiping them away
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V-E Day [3a/?]
anonymous
October 2 2009, 00:35:56 UTC
America watched England stand there, looking utterly surprised. He pushed his glasses up, grinning. England looked so wonderfully cute in his bathrobe, cute enough to jump. But this wasn’t about that, and he shouldn’t go there. He had asked once, and England had been horrified. The look tormented him sometimes, making him wonder what ifs and maybes. What if he had waited, maybe it had been too soon
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Re: V-E Day [3b/?]
anonymous
October 4 2009, 20:44:48 UTC
This fill is A W E S O M E !! Seriously, I LOVE your England and your America ;u; they're both so perfectly in character and England is so cute and repressed I want to HUG HIM HARD and--- DON'T GIVE UP, AMERICA. Drag him out of there and KISS HIM AGAIN !!
Love your writing style <3 this fic SO makes my day everytime I read it ! Can't wait for the update!! LOVE YOU!
V-E Day [4/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 22:52:42 UTC
England ran up the stairs, and slammed the door behind him. He leaned heavily on it, and started to laugh giddily. Did America think he didn’t get those references? Of course he did. Almost everybody knew about that movie. He wasn’t stupid, or completely culturally inept. ‘As you wish.’ Did he really mean it? He might not have meant it.
Still, England felt lightheaded and happy and was still giggling like a madman. What if all this time, he had been wrong? All this time. Look at what he had wasted. Ever since that kiss sixty-four years ago… He could have been sleeping in America’s arms since then. He could have had the real thing, not a damn dream.
Well, no more. If he had to throw out all his unfashionable clothes, if he had to eat fast food, if he had to drop all pretensions of being a gentleman, he would do it. Just to make America look at him, to want him, to love him
( ... )
V-E Day [4b/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 22:53:55 UTC
That should be part b up there...
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“The Sex Pistols?” America asked quite suddenly.
“They’re a British punk band,” England said. He was already resigned to the fact that America would never know anything about his culture that didn’t have something specifically to do with America.
“I know. Don't be told what you want/ Don't be told what you need/ There's no future, no future/ No future for you,” America sang. England dropped his fork, fluffy eggs still on them.
“How did you know those lyrics?” he asked. America just shrugged, a small smile on his face.
“What I want to know is why you’re wearing their shirt? I mean, do you really want to be seen in it outside of a punk concert?”
“That’s none of your bloody business!” I’m wearing it for you. This shirt, these pants, they’re for you. So you won’t think I’m a boring old man.“Well, fine then,” America said. “Now, come on, Iggy, hurry up, let’s go!” He was up in a second, running towards the door like an over-enthusiastic dog. England sighed, scraped up what was left on his
( ... )
Re: V-E Day [4b/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 23:27:37 UTC
Stalker!anon F5 your fill like no other writer!anon.
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Ffff, why so damn cute, Iggy? God, I love this line to death: The Sex Pistols, god bless their little black anti-establishment souls, were about to help their country get laid.
In need of moar, plz? My F5 button is near breakage.
Dunno if this has been requested but I'd really like to see this.
After hearing that they had won the war (or battle, whichever fits), America and England cheer and kiss each other without realizing what they're doing. When they pull away, their actions dawn on them and they try to write it off as a "heat of the moment" kind of thing.
Basically, I would like awkward!denial or all around fail in trying to hide their feelings.
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His lips and hands were all over, kissing and feeling and worshipping he thought, but perhaps he was too romantic. It was blurry and hot and heavy and he vaguely realized that their clothes weren’t even off and he was so close. There was a sinuous, slow snapping of hips that made his head turn to mush. It felt to him like a slow dance, one that would make most dancers in his country faint, and he had no intention of speeding it up. It was perfect the way it was, with the rubbing of the fabric and slow roaming hands over his body. And were there sweet nothings being whispered in his ear? Nobody had ever treated him like this when there was sex to be had, ever, and pinpricks of wet gathered at the corners of his eyes. A rough thumb was wiping them away ( ... )
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Oh, Anon, this is completely marvelous. I can't wait for the next installment.
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*smashes F5*
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In need of MOAR, writer!anon, please supply? <33
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Not!OP loves you for updating your fill!! <33 CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THESE TWO.
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Love your writing style <3 this fic SO makes my day everytime I read it ! Can't wait for the update!! LOVE YOU!
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Still, England felt lightheaded and happy and was still giggling like a madman. What if all this time, he had been wrong? All this time. Look at what he had wasted. Ever since that kiss sixty-four years ago… He could have been sleeping in America’s arms since then. He could have had the real thing, not a damn dream.
Well, no more. If he had to throw out all his unfashionable clothes, if he had to eat fast food, if he had to drop all pretensions of being a gentleman, he would do it. Just to make America look at him, to want him, to love him ( ... )
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“The Sex Pistols?” America asked quite suddenly.
“They’re a British punk band,” England said. He was already resigned to the fact that America would never know anything about his culture that didn’t have something specifically to do with America.
“I know. Don't be told what you want/ Don't be told what you need/ There's no future, no future/ No future for you,” America sang. England dropped his fork, fluffy eggs still on them.
“How did you know those lyrics?” he asked. America just shrugged, a small smile on his face.
“What I want to know is why you’re wearing their shirt? I mean, do you really want to be seen in it outside of a punk concert?”
“That’s none of your bloody business!” I’m wearing it for you. This shirt, these pants, they’re for you. So you won’t think I’m a boring old man.“Well, fine then,” America said. “Now, come on, Iggy, hurry up, let’s go!” He was up in a second, running towards the door like an over-enthusiastic dog. England sighed, scraped up what was left on his ( ... )
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Ffff, why so damn cute, Iggy? God, I love this line to death: The Sex Pistols, god bless their little black anti-establishment souls, were about to help their country get laid.
In need of moar, plz? My F5 button is near breakage.
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