USUK - um... drugging, I guess?
anonymous
June 23 2010, 15:35:52 UTC
It's time for some possessive!England, guys!
America comes to stay at England's for a bit... but when it comes time for him to leave, England wants to keep him around for a bit longer - after all, who knows what he gets up to when England's not keeping an eye on him - and drugs him to make him sick, so he has no choice but to stay.
It works so well that he does it again. And again. And again, until he's just keeping him sick and taking care of him all the time. Because creeper!England is kind of hot. :D Whether or not America finds out (and how he reacts if he does) is up to you.
Bonus: Someone else finds out. What they do with this information is also up to you. :)
If (When) You Go [1/?]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 18:01:24 UTC
When he's gone, England never wants him back.
He folds his newspaper and watches America, junk food sweating fat in his left hand, run a finger over the books, reeling off the titles without any of the reverence classical literature demands. No matter how many times England tries to demonstrate the importance of his library, America's reaction never varies. From Shakespeare to Golding, it's impossible for his attention to settle on anything unless it's been translated into movie format with at least four explosions scattered around a car chase, presented in three dimensional high definition. England would never have thought of a car chase in Romeo and Juliet until America proclaimed it necessary. He suspects his most beloved enemy, or hated friend, knows how much this irritates him and persists in feigned ignorance for the hell of it
( ... )
If (When) You Go [2/?]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 22:46:15 UTC
Dinner takes a while, because England hadn't planned on hosting guests, expecting himself to let America leave before he sat down for his afternoon tea. Funny how nothing ever quite works out the way it's planned. Funny how he only invites America over with the greatest reluctance and then, as soon as he sees the grin, the eyes, the hair, starts plotting elaborate scenarios in which he is forced to remain forever. Funny how these things go.
It really is uncommonly bright today. Even the rain lifted as a courtesy for America, though the sunlight left behind is watery and drips over the garden like dew. Some of it rolls across the herbs outside the kitchen window, which are dominated by a carillon of foxglove bells. England pauses to look at them.
...a very dismal looking house amongst the foxglovesOf course it is, and America will never stay. Why would anyone? Why would anyone come to a dreary nowhere to stay with a dreary man who, as England now discovers, is burning the chicken? Perhaps this is a dose of his own medicine, which
( ... )
If (When) You Go [3/?]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 22:49:17 UTC
Everything inside America's body feels scrambled, as if he's been wired up the wrong way and something is lost inside the endless tracts searching for escape. It settles for his lungs and thumps down onto them, crushes them, until he can't breathe, though he can feel his chest heaving in an attempt to cram air inside the mess. Without knowing where he is or where he intends to go he hauls himself onto his feet and takes one step, two, makes it further than anyone who feels like he does should be able to, might even make the door before his empty legs fold in on themselves and he's crumpling towards the floor, slow motion, the crash already ringing in his ears
( ... )
If (When) You Go [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 00:16:11 UTC
A vague sensation of dampness greets America on his next tentative voyage into reality. He can tell he's making progress now - even the thought gives him strength - because he registers that dawn is just breaking, that his mouth tastes of spring water, and that the damp feeling is England's lips on his. In case he's hallucinating he pushes his tongue forwards between those lips and is rewarded by hands circling up behind his head, pulling him closer and deeper. Probably not hallucinating, but to be sure, America lowers his own hands and guides England's waist into the curve of his hips, feeling the hard pressure through bedsheets
( ... )
Re: If (When) You Go [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 11:15:22 UTC
Ooohh, I love the creepiness, and the fascinating multilayered power-play here...America being somewhat conscious of what's happening, but sometimes not, unable to control it but sometimes can? and England's creepy need, his dominance over America because of the sickness, but America still being stronger, his power over the other because he needs England to take care of him, but the way his own creepy dependance makes him be controlled in its own way.
If (When) You Go [5/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 22:24:13 UTC
That's the first time. When America finally stumbles home that evening and finds himself healthy enough to bother Canada for a while, he doesn't give it a second thought, though his brother notes how pale he is. Not that's he's too concerned for America. This is partly because of the usual confident swagger but also because, when they begin an evening game of catch, his pitches don't try to cannon the ball straight through Canada's flesh, which is appreciated. If this new subdued edition was around all the time he could easily get used to it. Anyway, America has always been able to cope with his own problems; as long as he doesn't infect everyone else, it's fine.
Alone in the house, England sits in his library for a while, watching the gap on the shelf where the borrowed book used to live. There's a square patch of shelf where the dust has been brushed away. The book on the right is crooked without its partner to support it. A spider frantically rebuilds its disturbed web, one thread barely clinging now to The Hound of the
( ... )
Re: If (When) You Go [5/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 02:21:58 UTC
You have managed to fit some of my favorite things in this story thus far: Sherlock Holmes, poisons, creeper!England, and sick!America. ♥ I love you madly.
Moreover, your prose is gorgeous. Your technique is just so... awesome. Well-paced and descriptive without ever losing its readability, and my god, do you know your characters well. I believe this. This is amazing.
Thank you so, so much for writing it. I will check back like the stalker I am to see if you've done more. T_T
I'm super curious as to who's gonna figure it out, if it's America or another nation. Or if anyone will figure it out. Secretly voting for Canada, but I will love ANYTHING YOU DO WITH THIS.
Re: If (When) You Go [5/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 08:38:20 UTC
G-good god, anon, why is creeper!England so damn creepy? And brazenly inventive, for that matter: When he seems well they celebrate with a toast - sparkling cyanide.
I'm loving this fill; I wonder, would you mind posting updates (or at least when you finish) to the fills list so more people know you're working on this? I keep checking back for updates, but I bet more people would enjoy reading this, too! <3
Er. Captcha: "enormity works" Hopefully England won't administer ENORMOUS amounts of poison, ReCaptcha. D:
...I have no idea why I forgot to post this to the fills list. Thanks for reminding me!
And thanks everyone for the comments, too, this is miles out of my usual style so I apologise if it's weird or unreadable in parts. oRz I hope I'm not destroying your prompt, OP!
Re: author!anon
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:38:17 UTC
I almost skipped over this in the fills list [soooo much USK], but OMG so glad I gave it a shot! I have no words to adequately describe my glee and joy at your prose. Creeper!England is disturbingly hot and needy, while still being his tsun tsun self. Totally bookmarking and looking eagerly awaiting your updates <3 Poor trusting Al... [Is that title from the Emiliana Torrini song? You have that mood down to a TEE]
Re: author!anon
anonymous
June 26 2010, 09:58:03 UTC
I'd never heard the song before, but after that I had to look it up. That is eerily appropriate, anon, thanks for sharing. <3
(The title's actually from the song 'If (When You Go)', by a relatively obscure British artist called Judie Tzuke. The song has nothing to do with the fic, though.)
Re: If (When) You Go [5/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:28:36 UTC
I just realised that England would be the most masterful criminal mind ever to exist. And it gave me shivers. Good shivers This fandom is corrupting me. Never stop ♥ I also wonder if there's something at play here other than England being a creep...does America know? It seems an awful lot of bad luck to fall ill every time he visits...not even he is that oblivious. Might it be that he subconsciously knows but repressed it and keeps on going there and letting things happen?
America comes to stay at England's for a bit... but when it comes time for him to leave, England wants to keep him around for a bit longer - after all, who knows what he gets up to when England's not keeping an eye on him - and drugs him to make him sick, so he has no choice but to stay.
It works so well that he does it again. And again. And again, until he's just keeping him sick and taking care of him all the time. Because creeper!England is kind of hot. :D Whether or not America finds out (and how he reacts if he does) is up to you.
Bonus: Someone else finds out. What they do with this information is also up to you. :)
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He folds his newspaper and watches America, junk food sweating fat in his left hand, run a finger over the books, reeling off the titles without any of the reverence classical literature demands. No matter how many times England tries to demonstrate the importance of his library, America's reaction never varies. From Shakespeare to Golding, it's impossible for his attention to settle on anything unless it's been translated into movie format with at least four explosions scattered around a car chase, presented in three dimensional high definition. England would never have thought of a car chase in Romeo and Juliet until America proclaimed it necessary. He suspects his most beloved enemy, or hated friend, knows how much this irritates him and persists in feigned ignorance for the hell of it ( ... )
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I'm loving this so far. America wanting Holmes to blow things up and England kind of teetering on the edge of creepy is just excellent. :D
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It really is uncommonly bright today. Even the rain lifted as a courtesy for America, though the sunlight left behind is watery and drips over the garden like dew. Some of it rolls across the herbs outside the kitchen window, which are dominated by a carillon of foxglove bells. England pauses to look at them.
...a very dismal looking house amongst the foxglovesOf course it is, and America will never stay. Why would anyone? Why would anyone come to a dreary nowhere to stay with a dreary man who, as England now discovers, is burning the chicken? Perhaps this is a dose of his own medicine, which ( ... )
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no, I'm not sitting here and refreshing... well, I am, but mostly to see the new requests. this amazing-awesome fill is just a lovely bonus. :)
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Alone in the house, England sits in his library for a while, watching the gap on the shelf where the borrowed book used to live. There's a square patch of shelf where the dust has been brushed away. The book on the right is crooked without its partner to support it. A spider frantically rebuilds its disturbed web, one thread barely clinging now to The Hound of the ( ... )
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Moreover, your prose is gorgeous. Your technique is just so... awesome. Well-paced and descriptive without ever losing its readability, and my god, do you know your characters well. I believe this. This is amazing.
Thank you so, so much for writing it. I will check back like the stalker I am to see if you've done more. T_T
I'm super curious as to who's gonna figure it out, if it's America or another nation. Or if anyone will figure it out. Secretly voting for Canada, but I will love ANYTHING YOU DO WITH THIS.
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I'm loving this fill; I wonder, would you mind posting updates (or at least when you finish) to the fills list so more people know you're working on this? I keep checking back for updates, but I bet more people would enjoy reading this, too! <3
Er. Captcha: "enormity works" Hopefully England won't administer ENORMOUS amounts of poison, ReCaptcha. D:
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And thanks everyone for the comments, too, this is miles out of my usual style so I apologise if it's weird or unreadable in parts. oRz I hope I'm not destroying your prompt, OP!
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I have no words to adequately describe my glee and joy at your prose. Creeper!England is disturbingly hot and needy, while still being his tsun tsun self. Totally bookmarking and looking eagerly awaiting your updates <3
Poor trusting Al...
[Is that title from the Emiliana Torrini song? You have that mood down to a TEE]
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(The title's actually from the song 'If (When You Go)', by a relatively obscure British artist called Judie Tzuke. The song has nothing to do with the fic, though.)
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This fandom is corrupting me. Never stop ♥
I also wonder if there's something at play here other than England being a creep...does America know? It seems an awful lot of bad luck to fall ill every time he visits...not even he is that oblivious. Might it be that he subconsciously knows but repressed it and keeps on going there and letting things happen?
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This is why America casts England as the villain in all of his films.
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