Basically, England pretends to be male, every since she was little. She cuts her hair and really plays off being a male really well. Only her family knows...but not Sealand, and the magical creatures. Mind you she isn't a virgin so shes really good at keeping her gender a secret (really drunk men).
So one day she has nothing going on and decides to dress like a girl because it's not really looked down upon. Of course, America comes unexpectedly and well...finds out. Anon can do what ever they want after that.
Bonus: England hides in the closet hoping America will go away or fall asleep. Bonus: England is kind of torn of Joan of Arc Bonus: America somehow get England to come as she is to the next world meeting.
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 1a
anonymous
November 14 2010, 09:14:33 UTC
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 1aThe day was beautifully clear. Sunshine brightened up the kitchen, giving the room a cheerful and welcoming feel, and one of England's favorite sounds--the whistle of a steaming tea kettle upon the stove--broke the silence to signal a true beginning to the morning
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Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 1b
anonymous
November 14 2010, 09:17:20 UTC
"Hey, England! My flight arrived early and the hotel won't let me check in yet! Wanna hang out until then?"
Past experience dictated that the next next knock would burst in the door (something else she would have to squeeze into her calendar to deal with). This left her scarce little time to find a place to hide herself until her former colony hopefully lost interest and went away. She had no coffee and knew for a fact that he disliked the smell of chamomile, so it shouldn't take long. On that thought though, her drink would probably still grow cold waiting for him to leave.
The boy simply had the worst timing. If only he could have waited an extra five minutes before barging unannounced into her home she could have at least finished her tea in peace before rushing for cover. Such a shame to see a perfectly good cup of tea go to waste...
She took it into the closet with her.
((Curse you, character limit. Well, first part. I hope it's to your liking OP, and authoranon apologizes for the lack of anything actually happening yet.
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Re: Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 1b
anonymous
November 14 2010, 12:35:45 UTC
First to comment. Yay :D
Lovely beginning. Oh, France, you don't remember having sex with a man with such eyebrows because it's not a man after all.
Sigh, England, to be bothered about your tea before you hide *shakes head* she seems well versed about what to do with America's sudden appearances. This time around hopefully he's more successful with finding her eh.
Re: Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 1b
anonymous
November 14 2010, 15:54:55 UTC
This sounds so promising!! I love the idea that England has been hiding "her" gender the whole time, as it sort of makes sense, considering how women were commonly treated historically around the world. I can't wait to find out what happens next, anon!! Update soon please~! ♥
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2a
anonymous
November 16 2010, 04:46:15 UTC
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2
With a loud crack and resigned groan, England's door lost its battle with the early morning visitor, swinging open at just a slightly off-angle
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Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2b
anonymous
November 16 2010, 04:48:11 UTC
Her back was turned to him, but England could just imagine the look of shock on America's face to match the confused awe in his voice. Any moment now the questions would begin. She supposed she should have expected this sooner or later; that someone would find out.
And although she would never admit it out loud, she was glad it was America. She had raised him, lived with him; he was the one nation--if any--who had earned the right to be given a full explanation. England let out the breath she'd been holding and waited for the inevitable question she knew her former colony was about to ask
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Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 2c
anonymous
November 16 2010, 04:54:43 UTC
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"I forgot how your face is as hard as the rest of your head."
America beamed as he handed England an ice pack for her sore knuckles. (Being the reason behind it didn't mean he was any less happy to help.) "Hey, does this mean I can't make jokes anymore about how you hit like a-"
"Finish that sentence and next time I'll aim somewhere a little more vulnerable." she interrupted, taking a gulp from her second tea of the day and forcefully clanking her cup down in a manner that could only be described as 'quite unladylike' (or as America would have said, 'totally England').
"You have to admit, the closet was a kinda funny choice."
"And where else would you have expected me to hide exactly?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be hiding from me at all."
"You show up at my home without warning, break in my door, and generally make a nuisance of yourself. Even if I hadn't been trying to hide my gender I probably would have still taken up residence in that closet to avoid you." So what if that wasn't necessarily true? At
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Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 3a
anonymous
December 11 2010, 05:49:42 UTC
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 3
"It isn't all that hard to understand really. Think about it for a moment, America."
An awkwardly long pause passed in which the younger nation sat looking thoughtful, appeared to draw a blank, then crossed his arms, "I thought you just said you were going to to explain it." he finally huffed, looking ever so much like an impatient five-year-old. Really now. And everyone said that England's moods shifted without warning.
She sighed. Hopefully she wasn't going to have to completely spell it out for him. "You may be younger than most of us, but I know for a fact that your Woman's Suffrage movement took place barely a hundred years ago. And it took an Amendment to your precious Constitution for women to be allowed the same representation the majority of men had enjoyed since your founding. Even now, there are still other nations whose women are given no regard whatsoever." she explained, "And earlier in history this kind of discrimination was even more commonplace."
Literally, not Figuratively -- Part 3b
anonymous
December 11 2010, 05:50:58 UTC
"And besides." And she found her cheeks coloring in embarrassment and wondering, not for the first time, if Hungary had felt anything like this, "On top of all of that, my brothers seemed to find it funny to let me believe I was boy throughout most of my childhood--Don't you dare laugh you git! It wasn't like I was going to know any better at that age with only three male siblings as reference. And by the time it became obvious I wasn't well...it seemed prudent to keep up the charade anyway."
England didn't go into details. Didn't talk about how she sometimes wondered if her brothers had had deeper, less humorous reasons for encouraging her belief in her masculinity during her younger years. If they--dare she think it--had been looking out for her in their own roundabout way. But then, most of the time that theory seemed unlikely. They probably were just being a bunch of gits
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Basically, England pretends to be male, every since she was little. She cuts her hair and really plays off being a male really well. Only her family knows...but not Sealand, and the magical creatures. Mind you she isn't a virgin so shes really good at keeping her gender a secret (really drunk men).
So one day she has nothing going on and decides to dress like a girl because it's not really looked down upon. Of course, America comes unexpectedly and well...finds out. Anon can do what ever they want after that.
Bonus: England hides in the closet hoping America will go away or fall asleep.
Bonus: England is kind of torn of Joan of Arc
Bonus: America somehow get England to come as she is to the next world meeting.
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Past experience dictated that the next next knock would burst in the door (something else she would have to squeeze into her calendar to deal with). This left her scarce little time to find a place to hide herself until her former colony hopefully lost interest and went away. She had no coffee and knew for a fact that he disliked the smell of chamomile, so it shouldn't take long. On that thought though, her drink would probably still grow cold waiting for him to leave.
The boy simply had the worst timing. If only he could have waited an extra five minutes before barging unannounced into her home she could have at least finished her tea in peace before rushing for cover. Such a shame to see a perfectly good cup of tea go to waste...
She took it into the closet with her.
((Curse you, character limit. Well, first part. I hope it's to your liking OP, and authoranon apologizes for the lack of anything actually happening yet. ( ... )
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Lovely beginning. Oh, France, you don't remember having sex with a man with such eyebrows because it's not a man after all.
Sigh, England, to be bothered about your tea before you hide *shakes head* she seems well versed about what to do with America's sudden appearances. This time around hopefully he's more successful with finding her eh.
Can't wait to read more! :)
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I can't wait to see how this works out. -has to stalk this story- I will happily sit here for the next up date.
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And although she would never admit it out loud, she was glad it was America. She had raised him, lived with him; he was the one nation--if any--who had earned the right to be given a full explanation. England let out the breath she'd been holding and waited for the inevitable question she knew her former colony was about to ask ( ... )
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"I forgot how your face is as hard as the rest of your head."
America beamed as he handed England an ice pack for her sore knuckles. (Being the reason behind it didn't mean he was any less happy to help.) "Hey, does this mean I can't make jokes anymore about how you hit like a-"
"Finish that sentence and next time I'll aim somewhere a little more vulnerable." she interrupted, taking a gulp from her second tea of the day and forcefully clanking her cup down in a manner that could only be described as 'quite unladylike' (or as America would have said, 'totally England').
"You have to admit, the closet was a kinda funny choice."
"And where else would you have expected me to hide exactly?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be hiding from me at all."
"You show up at my home without warning, break in my door, and generally make a nuisance of yourself. Even if I hadn't been trying to hide my gender I probably would have still taken up residence in that closet to avoid you." So what if that wasn't necessarily true? At ( ... )
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This fill is adorable for some reason. I look forward to your updates. :)
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Oh America, I truly do love you, even though you kill with my own laughter a lot.
I love this fill it's so amazing...XD I can't wait for more...not wait I can...no I can't! -explosion of excitement-
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I'm loving this fill so far. Keep it up, authornon!
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"It isn't all that hard to understand really. Think about it for a moment, America."
An awkwardly long pause passed in which the younger nation sat looking thoughtful, appeared to draw a blank, then crossed his arms, "I thought you just said you were going to to explain it." he finally huffed, looking ever so much like an impatient five-year-old. Really now. And everyone said that England's moods shifted without warning.
She sighed. Hopefully she wasn't going to have to completely spell it out for him. "You may be younger than most of us, but I know for a fact that your Woman's Suffrage movement took place barely a hundred years ago. And it took an Amendment to your precious Constitution for women to be allowed the same representation the majority of men had enjoyed since your founding. Even now, there are still other nations whose women are given no regard whatsoever." she explained, "And earlier in history this kind of discrimination was even more commonplace."
"Yeah but. You're not just ( ... )
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England didn't go into details. Didn't talk about how she sometimes wondered if her brothers had had deeper, less humorous reasons for encouraging her belief in her masculinity during her younger years. If they--dare she think it--had been looking out for her in their own roundabout way. But then, most of the time that theory seemed unlikely. They probably were just being a bunch of gits ( ... )
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