This is anon's first attempt at completing a fill and anon is a bit nervous. I hope it's to the OP's liking. The alarm went off and England felt the beginnings of a throbbing headache. He groaned low in his throat and peeled his face off the pillow, blinking a few times and shooting his hand out to grope blindly to switch the alarm off. He hit America’s chest, who grunted and went back to pretending he wasn’t awake. Mumbling words under his breath England pushed himself up and leaned over America’s supine form before switching the alarm off and flopping down onto America. America grunted but otherwise did not move
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 2/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 02:09:31 UTC
England shivered in the early morning cold, wishing he could retreat back to the warm bed and America’s arms. He wrapped his bathrobe tighter around his frame and frowned at the stupid tea kettle that refused to boil some water to give him a damned cup of tea, for fuck’s sake. He eyed the coffee machine warily-perhaps it would have been faster to just heat the water that way and not add any coffee to the machine
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 4/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 02:11:31 UTC
America’s smile burst across his face, infectious, and he let out a small bark of laughter before ducking his head, kissing at England’s chest, lips passing over the scars and dips of his body. Hands made quick work of the bathrobe and England pulled the sheets away so their bodies were pressed flush together, skin to skin. England turned his face to the side, regarded his teacup with some quiet amusement before America’s hands made quick work of lodging England’s mind elsewhere, with a quiet gasp
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Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 4/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 02:56:48 UTC
Oh wow. <3 I didn't expect such a good fill from this prompt, honestly. (Although it was a good prompt!) This was a nice combination of charming, quirky slice-of-life with bonus (realistic! :D) smut.
I loved your sense of humor here, especially about England. This bit was charming:
America liked to joke that tea was the only thing England could do right in the kitchen, which usually earned the younger boy a hearty kick in the knee and about a two percent increase of what America liked to call “cockblocking” (and leave it to America to say such stupid, pointless things) later that night in their bed.
And this?:
England took a drink of his tea, doing his best to look sophisticated despite his position
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Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 4/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 09:01:42 UTC
AWWW THIS IS SO CUTE. Everything in this fill makes me so unabashedly happy: poor Iggy's trouble with tea, the banter, the porn, the atmosphere...just, everything.
Anon has given me a perfect pick-me-up skies are grey. ♥
Please Excuse OP While She Swoons~
anonymous
April 29 2010, 17:30:08 UTC
I have to agree with the other anons; this was Win on so many levels that it's hard to pick just where to start commenting on.
That you managed to put smut and a wonderful sense of humor in this... there are no words in any language I know that can express my appreciation and amazement at how you managed to pull this together so seamlessly. Everything seemed to naturally flow so perfectly; I would not know this was your first attempt if you did not state it.
Author!Anon may have all of: My Internets My Children My Children's Children And All of Their Internets
Seriously, you have not just made my day, but have made my entire week at the very least.
And that little end, Anon. Oh how you tease. And oh how I love to be teased.
Misplaced Soil | USUK | 5/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 19:19:59 UTC
ffff thank you everyone who's already left such kind comments. You anons are just the sweetest. I'm already going to update seven pages worth of fic now :D;;
Except in the article there's a part where they fight over clothing and I took the "I want a divorce" to its dramatic extrapolation. So I apologize if OP or anons didn't want drama in the fill... but I promise it'll all work out in the end. This author anon is rather partial to happy endings, after all. Our dear England still has lots of the day left, after all.Of course ten minutes of searching around for his clothing left England almost as naked as he’d been when he’d left the shower in the first place. He frowned, arms crossed, and looking around the room hopelessly, as if half expecting his clothing to come trotting out and cometo him. (It wouldn’t be the first time, of course-but that was a strange New Years with his magical friends and a bit too much beer
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 6/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 19:20:30 UTC
“I wasn’t paying attention to your clothes last night, England, once I got ‘em off,” America said, with that lewd little grin of his as he retreated to the closet and began pulling out his own clothing for the day
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 7/?
anonymous
April 29 2010, 19:21:00 UTC
“Whatever, if you’re wearing your jacket it’s not like anybody’s gonna notice,” America said, and pulled a shirt down off a hanger, holding it out to him. “Come on, don’t make me get it on you myself. I’m much more talented at getting things off you
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This is anon's first attempt at completing a fill and anon is a bit nervous. I hope it's to the OP's liking. The alarm went off and England felt the beginnings of a throbbing headache. He groaned low in his throat and peeled his face off the pillow, blinking a few times and shooting his hand out to grope blindly to switch the alarm off. He hit America’s chest, who grunted and went back to pretending he wasn’t awake. Mumbling words under his breath England pushed himself up and leaned over America’s supine form before switching the alarm off and flopping down onto America. America grunted but otherwise did not move ( ... )
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I loved your sense of humor here, especially about England. This bit was charming:
America liked to joke that tea was the only thing England could do right in the kitchen, which usually earned the younger boy a hearty kick in the knee and about a two percent increase of what America liked to call “cockblocking” (and leave it to America to say such stupid, pointless things) later that night in their bed.
And this?:
England took a drink of his tea, doing his best to look sophisticated despite his position ( ... )
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Oh America. You're lucky Iggy spoils you. Even in bed. XD
Also England calling him dear and darling is just WIN. Pet names FTW.
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Anon has given me a perfect pick-me-up skies are grey. ♥
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That you managed to put smut and a wonderful sense of humor in this... there are no words in any language I know that can express my appreciation and amazement at how you managed to pull this together so seamlessly. Everything seemed to naturally flow so perfectly; I would not know this was your first attempt if you did not state it.
Author!Anon may have all of:
My Internets
My Children
My Children's Children
And All of Their Internets
Seriously, you have not just made my day, but have made my entire week at the very least.
And that little end, Anon. Oh how you tease. And oh how I love to be teased.
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Except in the article there's a part where they fight over clothing and I took the "I want a divorce" to its dramatic extrapolation. So I apologize if OP or anons didn't want drama in the fill... but I promise it'll all work out in the end. This author anon is rather partial to happy endings, after all. Our dear England still has lots of the day left, after all.Of course ten minutes of searching around for his clothing left England almost as naked as he’d been when he’d left the shower in the first place. He frowned, arms crossed, and looking around the room hopelessly, as if half expecting his clothing to come trotting out and cometo him. (It wouldn’t be the first time, of course-but that was a strange New Years with his magical friends and a bit too much beer ( ... )
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