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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Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 15/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 06:28:34 UTC
Just found this fill and it has instantly become a top favourite! Hell, normally I don't even like USUK that much, but their relationship dynamic is so real and so human. I can't get enough! I eagerly await next update! Oh, and also the smut is wonderful. Everything about this fill makes me so happy and sad and upset and conflicted and tl;dr anon I think I love you and this is best ever. ♥♥♥
Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 15/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 13:04:36 UTC
*sobs* Ahhh, England! Ah, America! That last bit when he's remembering, despite himself, Alfred being adorable, I got all teary. Y'know, I was kinda expecting something cracky, what with the Cracked article, but it's not, and yet it fits SO WELL. Is the bit where the British author of the article goads his wife into leaving him going to be involved? I laughed when I read that but I have a feeling I'll sob when you do it - and that's not an insult, that's a compliment to your powers of writing.
Small request: reading this late at night kind of inspired me to write a small fic, not really following this except the 'america and england break up over England's withdrawing support' could I post it?
author!anon here
anonymous
May 2 2010, 17:51:45 UTC
I'm not the best at writing crack, so throwing in drama was my clever ruse to make up for my limitations in writing. |D /has been discovered
And you don't have to ask permission for something like that. I'm hardly the creator of the idea, after all, and I'd love to see what you've written. ♥
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anonymous
May 2 2010, 21:02:03 UTC
In my opinion, really touching drama, where you really make your readers feel and don't just resort to tired over-the-top traumas (OMG he's raped! OMG they're suicidal! OMG he's dead!) is a mark of really sharp writing skills, and I think you have those. So kudos again!
Random!anon here :D
anonymous
May 3 2010, 10:52:21 UTC
In my opinion, really touching drama, where you really make your readers feel and don't just resort to tired over-the-top traumas (OMG he's raped! OMG they're suicidal! OMG he's dead!) is a mark of really sharp writing skills
I agree with you so damn much, fellow anon. <3<3<3 I'm kind of glad to know I'm not alone!
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anonymous
May 3 2010, 11:03:53 UTC
Heheheh thanks. I'm really amazed, Hetalia fandom has such good writers in it. I think the Bealtaine and Serenity-verse authors - oh, and whoever wrote Elastic People - are among the best I've ever met at it.
Misplaced Soil | USUK | 16/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 23:30:34 UTC
The rest of the meetings ran on in such a manner, with England’s mind visibly elsewhere. No one pressed him on the issues, and England offered up no excuses, though he tried a few times to focus in on the conversation, only to be hit with a sense of revulsion and withdraw again-listening to politics was too tiring, too tiring when all his mind picked up on was ‘America this’ and ‘America that
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 17/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 23:31:15 UTC
He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a nickel. That one, thankfully, actually said it was five cents.
“That doesn’t even make any fucking sense,” England muttered to the coins in his hand, who glittered up at him under the harsh fluorescent light above him. “Why is the smallest coin worth more than the five cent piece? And why doesn’t the stupid thing even say it’s worth ten cents!”
He realized, belatedly, that he was talking to coins, and had been talking to cans of beans earlier. But it wouldn’t be the strangest thing that England had ever done, at least according to America. England smiled bitterly. No, probably America would make some snide comment that at least this time he could see the weird things that England was talking to. And then he’d probably run away before England could explain the fairies and his unicorn were very much real, breathing creatures
( ... )
Misplaced Soil | USUK | 18/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 23:31:49 UTC
“… Well, if they’re here, I suppose I missed them,” England mused to himself and, taking his basket, retreated to the produce section again, searching out the aubergines. It took him far longer than he would have liked, and he debated just giving up.
And then he found them.
“Eggplants.” England stared at the purple vegetable in shock, and then stared up at the ceiling. “Eggplants.”
His hand was reaching for his cellphone before he could stop it, going to dial to America and tell him that he was an idiot. But he thought better of it and called France instead
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Misplaced Soil | USUK | 19/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 23:32:39 UTC
And with that, he stood on the tips of his toes to grab a few eggplants, causing a few to topple over and threaten to hit the ground, though England caught them both before they could do so, replacing them to their rightful places. The boy looked as if he was about to run back to his mother, but England stopped him, holding out a bag for him. The child dropped them into the bag and took it from him, twisting it in his tinier hands
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Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 19/?
anonymous
May 3 2010, 01:23:24 UTC
Ohhh, this part was adorable. Because England is adorable, and he made me smile - the effect especially pronounced, perhaps, because I reread the alst part and made myself teary again. I dunno. The line about America trying so hard to curb his strength, for some reason, did it.....
*coughs* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. I actually had no idea aubergines were eggplants so I was wondering the whole time - and when it turned out to be eggplants, you know, I have wondered why they were called that. (for some reason I was excprecting aubergines to be some kind of orange)
The call to France was <3333
And oh England, I love you to bits, BUT IS COOKING THE WAY TO SMOOTHEN THINGS OUT, I'm fearing it will do the OPPOSITE.
In short, awesome work and I am yet again happily awaiting the next part. :D - Mad World author who thanks you for your inspiration
Misplaced Soil | USUK | 20/?
anonymous
May 5 2010, 04:09:24 UTC
Of course, paying for the groceries couldn’t possibly be an easy task. No, the rest of England’s day had already gone to hell, why should it stop being a bastard now, England had to wonder. He stood in line at the grocery store check-out, the cashier ringing up whoever was in front of him. Silently, England stacked his produce and canned goods onto the conveyer belt and waited his turn. In the meantime, he dug around in his pocket and pulled out American money, squinting down at them in a vain attempt to work out how much he would owe before he got there. This way he wouldn’t have to scramble around the woman cashier in his attempts to not act like a bumbling, flustered fool.
He could work out the bills just fine, that was simple. The coins are what caused him the most concern. After approximate addition of how much everything would be, England fiddled with the various dimes and nickels, trying to remind himself that the stupid smallest coin did not mean the least amount of money (Damn it, America, he cursed, and not for
( ... )
Re: Misplaced Soil | USUK | 21/?
anonymous
May 5 2010, 04:11:26 UTC
“Credible Debbie,” she said again.
“I’m sure she’s very credible, yes,” England agreed, wishing the woman would just get on with it and swipe his card already. He wasn’t sure when the next bus would come, but he wanted to get back as soon as possible-not because he wanted to see America or anything, but rather because he was hungry and tired and just wanted to book a flight back to England as soon as possible.
The woman barked out more word and it became adamantly clear to England that he had no idea what the woman was saying. It was already embarrassing enough to have apparently said the wrong thing, and now asking the woman to repeat herself after misunderstanding twice would be entirely rude and humiliating
( ... )
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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laagjngaøæaåæergknjkv :') <3 Perfect.
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Small request: reading this late at night kind of inspired me to write a small fic, not really following this except the 'america and england break up over England's withdrawing support' could I post it?
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And you don't have to ask permission for something like that. I'm hardly the creator of the idea, after all, and I'd love to see what you've written. ♥
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And in case you want to see it, I posted the shortburst here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13943.html?thread=39499127 :PP
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I agree with you so damn much, fellow anon. <3<3<3 I'm kind of glad to know I'm not alone!
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“That doesn’t even make any fucking sense,” England muttered to the coins in his hand, who glittered up at him under the harsh fluorescent light above him. “Why is the smallest coin worth more than the five cent piece? And why doesn’t the stupid thing even say it’s worth ten cents!”
He realized, belatedly, that he was talking to coins, and had been talking to cans of beans earlier. But it wouldn’t be the strangest thing that England had ever done, at least according to America. England smiled bitterly. No, probably America would make some snide comment that at least this time he could see the weird things that England was talking to. And then he’d probably run away before England could explain the fairies and his unicorn were very much real, breathing creatures ( ... )
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And then he found them.
“Eggplants.” England stared at the purple vegetable in shock, and then stared up at the ceiling. “Eggplants.”
His hand was reaching for his cellphone before he could stop it, going to dial to America and tell him that he was an idiot. But he thought better of it and called France instead ( ... )
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*coughs* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. I actually had no idea aubergines were eggplants so I was wondering the whole time - and when it turned out to be eggplants, you know, I have wondered why they were called that. (for some reason I was excprecting aubergines to be some kind of orange)
The call to France was <3333
And oh England, I love you to bits, BUT IS COOKING THE WAY TO SMOOTHEN THINGS OUT, I'm fearing it will do the OPPOSITE.
In short, awesome work and I am yet again happily awaiting the next part. :D
- Mad World author who thanks you for your inspiration
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...Or second most adorable~
God, I'm in love woth this fill. Can I marry it? Or you, Author-Anon? <3
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He could work out the bills just fine, that was simple. The coins are what caused him the most concern. After approximate addition of how much everything would be, England fiddled with the various dimes and nickels, trying to remind himself that the stupid smallest coin did not mean the least amount of money (Damn it, America, he cursed, and not for ( ... )
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“I’m sure she’s very credible, yes,” England agreed, wishing the woman would just get on with it and swipe his card already. He wasn’t sure when the next bus would come, but he wanted to get back as soon as possible-not because he wanted to see America or anything, but rather because he was hungry and tired and just wanted to book a flight back to England as soon as possible.
The woman barked out more word and it became adamantly clear to England that he had no idea what the woman was saying. It was already embarrassing enough to have apparently said the wrong thing, and now asking the woman to repeat herself after misunderstanding twice would be entirely rude and humiliating ( ... )
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