Re: OP rubs chin intrigued
anonymous
January 5 2011, 04:01:10 UTC
That horrible repression of Alfred's. I have a kink about the size of the Grand Canyon for Puritan!Alfred (or Goodman Jones as I refer to him when I'm in my Am.Hist. mode -shot-). It's not that obvious, is it?
Helen And Paris (3/?)
anonymous
January 7 2011, 00:52:49 UTC
After a couple moments of embarrassed squirming, Alfred had to admit that this wasn't quite as bad as his Puritan self wanted it to be. Apart from the fact that Matthew was stroking his arm absentmindedly and was far too happy to stay in character for his liking, it was nice to have his warm body pressed against him when that was all Alfred (personally) had been fighting for in the War of 1812
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Neither nation of the new world thought it would be prudent to assure him that their beauty was liable to last just as long as the canvas. When looking at a man whose face's wrinkles read like a history of his beloved country and whose hands were rheumy and stiff from the thousands of hours he'd held a paintbrush, they both felt, to some extent, that never dying or growing old was suddenly an ignoble thing.
Absolutely beautiful and it both speaks a lot for the story and the Hetalia characters too! The purpose behind this whole scene was very moving and really pulls you into the story. It's spurred me to light a few candles too! Again I really like the concept you've got here and you've really brought a lot of admiration to David's character.
Helen And Paris (4/4)
anonymous
January 16 2011, 20:22:47 UTC
This is the end, but there will be an epilogue. Sorry for the lack of smut. I can't write it comfortably...Matthew watched as Alfred, already exhausted from his journey and obviously tempted by the bed they were posing on, slowly fell asleep. The permanent crease in his brow smoothed out a little, and his lips perked into an oblivious smile. He was downright adorable in this position of repose. Matthew smiled, and stroked his hair gently before David suggested a break
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Re: Helen And Paris (4/4)
anonymous
January 16 2011, 21:07:44 UTC
That was just absolutely beautiful and poetic, dear. Your characterizations- the dialogue- Monsieur David- all of it was amazing. You have so much talent. I would die to see an epilogue. <3
CAPTCHA: 1881, Precency Um, no, CAPTCHA, I think this is Paris. |D
Re: Helen And Paris (4/4)
anonymous
January 16 2011, 23:40:05 UTC
Oh, I loved France's feelings at the end. If that isn't the feeling of an old wearied France at that time, I don't know what is. In contrast, you can feel the energy seeping out from Canada and America (who is too cute for his own good here <3)
Helen And Paris (Epilogue)
anonymous
January 17 2011, 21:51:29 UTC
This took a lot shorter to write than I thought it would be. It's also very sad, at least to me.
Paris, 1949
"Bonsoir, Papa," Matthew muttered, kissing Francis on both cheeks. "You're looking better."
"Don't flatter me so," Francis said. His smile was tired and his eyes were shadowed, but he was gaining back some weight, which was a relief. "Thank you for coming. I have something I want to show you."
Matthew followed the Frenchman down the hall, which was hardly lit at all. Francis leaned heavily against a cane; his young form did not befit the age that was so apparent there. Matthew remembered a time long ago when he hated Francis, and felt a lump in his throat when he saw Francis now, like thisFrancis fumbled with the keys to a room, mumbling to Matthew as he did
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Re: Helen And Paris (Epilogue)
anonymous
January 20 2011, 13:49:47 UTC
Lovely is all I can say. I enjoyed the whole fill. But this epilogue is just too beautiful to pass by without leaving a comment behind . And I heard my heart-cracking when you described the poor thing formerly flashy Francis has become. Shitty wars srsly. Thank you so much for this lovely fill and I would say the lack of smut does not lessen the amazing-ness of this fic. I'm not comfortable when writing smut as well, so I feel with you.
Re: Helen And Paris (Epilogue)
anonymous
January 27 2011, 23:40:28 UTC
It's a wonderfully light yet weighty piece; I think it manages to capture Neoclassicism in itself somehow. The prose draws on the past and its relics and the timelessness of these people called Nations and reinvents them and yet captures them again in the richness of a new time. In between the art is the heartbreaking, very real interactions between people, when things aren't scripted and recorded and captured, between brothers and debtor and indebted, and mortal and immortal.
The style is a wonderful but very sad sort of dream, much like some of David's paintings. I love his pieces, personally, ever since I got to see an exhibit of his work. He has such a beautiful mastery of color and movement (and he's quite grandiose! I never realized just how enormous Napoleon Crossing the Alps was!)
Re: Helen And Paris (Epilogue)
anonymous
March 22 2011, 17:51:49 UTC
This was a beautiful fill. I am in awe.
I am also slightly confused - isn't Helen standing in Jacques Louis David's Helen and Paris? Oh, no, wait, research says that was painted in 1788. So this is a different portrait of the same lovers...
America is comes to an artists' studio in Paris on a favour that France has finally called in.
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I'm glad that you like it so far!
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Neither nation of the new world thought it would be prudent to assure him that their beauty was liable to last just as long as the canvas. When looking at a man whose face's wrinkles read like a history of his beloved country and whose hands were rheumy and stiff from the thousands of hours he'd held a paintbrush, they both felt, to some extent, that never dying or growing old was suddenly an ignoble thing.
Absolutely beautiful and it both speaks a lot for the story and the Hetalia characters too! The purpose behind this whole scene was very moving and really pulls you into the story. It's spurred me to light a few candles too!
Again I really like the concept you've got here and you've really brought a lot of admiration to David's character.
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CAPTCHA: 1881, Precency Um, no, CAPTCHA, I think this is Paris. |D
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I enjoyed it very much, thank you for writing!
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Paris, 1949
"Bonsoir, Papa," Matthew muttered, kissing Francis on both cheeks. "You're looking better."
"Don't flatter me so," Francis said. His smile was tired and his eyes were shadowed, but he was gaining back some weight, which was a relief. "Thank you for coming. I have something I want to show you."
Matthew followed the Frenchman down the hall, which was hardly lit at all. Francis leaned heavily against a cane; his young form did not befit the age that was so apparent there. Matthew remembered a time long ago when he hated Francis, and felt a lump in his throat when he saw Francis now, like thisFrancis fumbled with the keys to a room, mumbling to Matthew as he did ( ... )
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And I heard my heart-cracking when you described the poor thing formerly flashy Francis has become. Shitty wars srsly.
Thank you so much for this lovely fill and I would say the lack of smut does not lessen the amazing-ness of this fic. I'm not comfortable when writing smut as well, so I feel with you.
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The style is a wonderful but very sad sort of dream, much like some of David's paintings. I love his pieces, personally, ever since I got to see an exhibit of his work. He has such a beautiful mastery of color and movement (and he's quite grandiose! I never realized just how enormous Napoleon Crossing the Alps was!)
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I am also slightly confused - isn't Helen standing in Jacques Louis David's Helen and Paris? Oh, no, wait, research says that was painted in 1788. So this is a different portrait of the same lovers...
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