[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (1/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:25:16 UTC
So, uh, OP asked 'how would it work?' and this anon got a little carried away...
13 July 2009, José Martí International Airport
The plane landed, and somewhere to the north, America disapproved. More than that, he Disapproved with a capital D, and probably with bold and italics as well, but England shook away the thought of America standing and scowling like a petulant child. He stepped out of the stifling aeroplane, stretching his legs and trying to work the crick out of his neck.
Who cared what America thought anyway? He could ban his own people from visiting Cuba if he liked, but he had no say over who England decided to associate himself with. Besides, he was here on official business. Well. Sort of. The Royal Ballet was dancing in Cuba and England had tagged along to supervise and improve international relations. Or so he had told his prime minister anyway. Whatever the case, he was certainly not here for a holiday
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (2/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:28:45 UTC
16 September 2008, United Nations General Assembly
“I can’t believe you!” America stormed, red in the face and this close to dissolving into a temper tantrum. “This is the seventeenth year that you’ve voted against the embargo! You and the rest of the world! What’s wrong with you all? Do you actually support that evil, corrupted communist son of a
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (3a/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:37:27 UTC
13 July 2009, Hotel Inglaterra
Once England had checked into the hotel and found his way to the room he was going to tentatively call his own for the next five days, he tried to settle in as best he could between the neutral colours and the clinical atmosphere of a room that nobody could call their home. Cuba watched him from where he was sitting on the bed, having invited himself in, resolutely ignoring England’s sarcastic comment thanking him for helping him unpack.
“I didn’t have you pegged for someone who enjoyed watching ballet,” England said distractedly as he folded clothes and squeezed them into insubstantial drawer space. He saw Cuba shrugging out of the corner of his eye.
“Dancing in all its forms is something I enjoy,” he replied. “Besides,” he added a little slyly, “you’re not really the type either, are you? You may act like the English gentleman, but I’ve heard things about you, England.” England paused in the act of removing a shirt from his suitcase and looked suspiciously at Cuba
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (4/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:47:57 UTC
25 November 1962, Havana
Cuba looked strained and angry as England entered the office, but that was no surprise. After all, England himself was on edge just being in the country right now.
“Are you even allowed to be here?” was Cuba’s opening question, and England was almost relieved that there was no preamble or fake pleasantries to deal with.
“I can do what I like,” he replied curtly, standing in front of the desk behind which Cuba had also risen to his feet. Cuba didn’t invite him to sit down, which was just as well because England would have ignored the courtesy. There was far too much tension already in the room - in the whole country - for them to sit and talk and put up a front of civilised diplomacy. England was sick of diplomacy
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (4b/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:49:59 UTC
And then something broke, and England felt the crack of his fist colliding with Cuba’s jaw before he saw it, because all he could see was red, red, red, and that was ironic because it was Russia’s red that had started this goddamn war in the first place. He swung again, but Cuba blocked his fist with his arm, and the impact of knuckles on bone shocked through them both. Cuba recovered first, grabbing him, pulling him into the desk, painfully, brutally, knocking the wind out of him. England tried to move back, but Cuba tugged again, hard, and England crashed into the desk again, reaching up to claw at Cuba’s face, yank at his hair, and then suddenly Cuba’s teeth were tearing at his lips and England had ripped the buttons from Cuba’s shirt.
There was no word but fucking for what happened on the desk after that. It was frantic and messy and painful and red; blood staining England’s fingers as his nails clawed grooves in Cuba’s back, blood blooming on their bodies where teeth sank into flesh, blood trickling unnoticed down England’s
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (5a/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:59:51 UTC
14 July 2009, Hotel Inglaterra
England didn’t see Cuba again that day. He didn’t see him the next morning either, or through the first half of the afternoon. But that was to be expected, he supposed. After all, it wasn’t as if Cuba didn’t have work to be doing. England contemplated stopping by his office, just to see if he was there, but eventually decided against it. If not before, then he would definitely see Cuba that evening at the first performance of the Royal Ballet Company.
England spent a good hour of the morning on the phone to America. He had called him back the night before, of course, to assure him that Cuba was just being a dick and to disregard everything that he had said. It was quite an embarrassing conversation, at least for England - America went off on a rant about what he would do if Cuba threatened England’s virtue again, whatever that was supposed to mean - and so England faked losing his signal and hung up, turning off his phone before America could call him back
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[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (5b/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 15:01:19 UTC
“America’s a jerk,” were the first words out of Cuba’s mouth, and England rolled his eyes at this typical statement. “I only wanted to piss him off,” Cuba carried on, resolutely keeping his gaze from making eye contact with England. He scuffed his shoe on the ground a bit and mumbled, “I like you though, and I know I can’t stop you being friends with him. So, uh. I won’t use you to annoy him again.” It was such an adorably awkward and indirect apology that it awakened certain instincts in England, giving him the strange urge to pat Cuba on the head and call him a good boy
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So, because this is the most researched rarepair in the history of rarepairs, have some notes on UK-Cuba relations.
The Royal Ballet Company really did visit Cuba in July 2009 on a five day visit. It was incredibly popular - every ticket sold within hours of them being put on sale.
Part 2 is about the USA having imposed a trade embargo on Cuba since 1960 as a protest against human rights breaches made by the government plus the fact that, you know, Cuba is communist and the embargo was started during the Cold War... US citizens are also not allowed to travel to Cuba (though I think this is being revised at the moment...it might have already been overturned. In 2009 it was still active, anyway). Trade laws have been relaxed in 2000 though, with it being legal now to sell some 'humanitarian' goods to Cuba
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Random anon here absolutely adores this fill, and the way it has been written... it's just incredibly, oh, would desirable be the right word for it? Incredibly, desirably, wonderful.
The fact that it feels like a pairing that's forbidden (America is watching you in possessive ways, my dear country! O//o) makes it a whole lot hotter, I swear.
Rare pairing and a really good story so far, where on earth can you go wrong?
I didn't know what i expected when i started reading this, but this amazing, utterly SPLENDID fill definitely burned all my expectations and laughed at them with its AWESOMENESS.
this is... gods, it's terribly well written, and the characterization, and the characters and CUBA and ENGLAND and OMG, it's splendid. i love every second of it, and damn, cuba/england is SO hot it makes me drool all over my computer *_*
i can't wait to see more of this, anon. you're a deliciously great writer. X3
EEeeeeee, there's another one! And it's not even a oneshot this time! :O
It's sooo good. The way they both know their being used, and America being, just, himself, and CUBA. Oh man, he seriously needs more love on this meme. Like hardcore. And the hatesex and just... everything. GUH.
Everything about this fill is so incredibly fapp-worthy I don't even know where to start, considering I never thought this pairing was even possible. Kudos for spot-on characterization. Gods, everything is truly wonderful, like the hatesex, history (Cuban Missile Crisis ftw), America's bitter reaction, snarky fluff, reference to England's punk years, adorable apology at the end, England speaking (accented?) Spanish-!
Nations speaking the host nation's language is my new canon from now on. Just cause it gives more excuse for hot foreign languages.Not only that, this Americanon has been squicked by the portrayal of US foreign policy in a lot of Hetalia fics. As much as I love my country, he really isn't the shining beacon of golden hope for the world who never means to harm anybody. He has been a jackass and still is to a lot of nations, and I like that this fill sheds some light on that, too
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13 July 2009, José Martí International Airport
The plane landed, and somewhere to the north, America disapproved. More than that, he Disapproved with a capital D, and probably with bold and italics as well, but England shook away the thought of America standing and scowling like a petulant child. He stepped out of the stifling aeroplane, stretching his legs and trying to work the crick out of his neck.
Who cared what America thought anyway? He could ban his own people from visiting Cuba if he liked, but he had no say over who England decided to associate himself with. Besides, he was here on official business. Well. Sort of. The Royal Ballet was dancing in Cuba and England had tagged along to supervise and improve international relations. Or so he had told his prime minister anyway. Whatever the case, he was certainly not here for a holiday ( ... )
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“I can’t believe you!” America stormed, red in the face and this close to dissolving into a temper tantrum. “This is the seventeenth year that you’ve voted against the embargo! You and the rest of the world! What’s wrong with you all? Do you actually support that evil, corrupted communist son of a ( ... )
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Once England had checked into the hotel and found his way to the room he was going to tentatively call his own for the next five days, he tried to settle in as best he could between the neutral colours and the clinical atmosphere of a room that nobody could call their home. Cuba watched him from where he was sitting on the bed, having invited himself in, resolutely ignoring England’s sarcastic comment thanking him for helping him unpack.
“I didn’t have you pegged for someone who enjoyed watching ballet,” England said distractedly as he folded clothes and squeezed them into insubstantial drawer space. He saw Cuba shrugging out of the corner of his eye.
“Dancing in all its forms is something I enjoy,” he replied. “Besides,” he added a little slyly, “you’re not really the type either, are you? You may act like the English gentleman, but I’ve heard things about you, England.” England paused in the act of removing a shirt from his suitcase and looked suspiciously at Cuba ( ... )
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Cuba looked strained and angry as England entered the office, but that was no surprise. After all, England himself was on edge just being in the country right now.
“Are you even allowed to be here?” was Cuba’s opening question, and England was almost relieved that there was no preamble or fake pleasantries to deal with.
“I can do what I like,” he replied curtly, standing in front of the desk behind which Cuba had also risen to his feet. Cuba didn’t invite him to sit down, which was just as well because England would have ignored the courtesy. There was far too much tension already in the room - in the whole country - for them to sit and talk and put up a front of civilised diplomacy. England was sick of diplomacy ( ... )
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There was no word but fucking for what happened on the desk after that. It was frantic and messy and painful and red; blood staining England’s fingers as his nails clawed grooves in Cuba’s back, blood blooming on their bodies where teeth sank into flesh, blood trickling unnoticed down England’s ( ... )
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England didn’t see Cuba again that day. He didn’t see him the next morning either, or through the first half of the afternoon. But that was to be expected, he supposed. After all, it wasn’t as if Cuba didn’t have work to be doing. England contemplated stopping by his office, just to see if he was there, but eventually decided against it. If not before, then he would definitely see Cuba that evening at the first performance of the Royal Ballet Company.
England spent a good hour of the morning on the phone to America. He had called him back the night before, of course, to assure him that Cuba was just being a dick and to disregard everything that he had said. It was quite an embarrassing conversation, at least for England - America went off on a rant about what he would do if Cuba threatened England’s virtue again, whatever that was supposed to mean - and so England faked losing his signal and hung up, turning off his phone before America could call him back ( ... )
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The Royal Ballet Company really did visit Cuba in July 2009 on a five day visit. It was incredibly popular - every ticket sold within hours of them being put on sale.
Part 2 is about the USA having imposed a trade embargo on Cuba since 1960 as a protest against human rights breaches made by the government plus the fact that, you know, Cuba is communist and the embargo was started during the Cold War... US citizens are also not allowed to travel to Cuba (though I think this is being revised at the moment...it might have already been overturned. In 2009 it was still active, anyway). Trade laws have been relaxed in 2000 though, with it being legal now to sell some 'humanitarian' goods to Cuba ( ... )
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i never thought that Cuba/England would be this hot
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The fact that it feels like a pairing that's forbidden (America is watching you in possessive ways, my dear country! O//o) makes it a whole lot hotter, I swear.
Rare pairing and a really good story so far, where on earth can you go wrong?
Much praise to Author!Anon~ Please do continue!!
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I think I'll be setting up camp here to wait for an update.
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this is... gods, it's terribly well written, and the characterization, and the characters and CUBA and ENGLAND and OMG, it's splendid. i love every second of it, and damn, cuba/england is SO hot it makes me drool all over my computer *_*
i can't wait to see more of this, anon. you're a deliciously great writer. X3
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It's sooo good. The way they both know their being used, and America being, just, himself, and CUBA. Oh man, he seriously needs more love on this meme. Like hardcore. And the hatesex and just... everything. GUH.
Continue, please. :3
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I never thought such a rare pairing could be so hot.
This is delicious, anon.
WANTWANTWANT is all I can say.
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Everything about this fill is so incredibly fapp-worthy I don't even know where to start, considering I never thought this pairing was even possible. Kudos for spot-on characterization. Gods, everything is truly wonderful, like the hatesex, history (Cuban Missile Crisis ftw), America's bitter reaction, snarky fluff, reference to England's punk years, adorable apology at the end, England speaking (accented?) Spanish-!
Nations speaking the host nation's language is my new canon from now on. Just cause it gives more excuse for hot foreign languages.Not only that, this Americanon has been squicked by the portrayal of US foreign policy in a lot of Hetalia fics. As much as I love my country, he really isn't the shining beacon of golden hope for the world who never means to harm anybody. He has been a jackass and still is to a lot of nations, and I like that this fill sheds some light on that, too ( ... )
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