Italianized!England/America - Wooing an oblivious dolt
anonymous
February 24 2011, 19:10:28 UTC
Hope this hasn't been requested yet Let us assume Germany never apprehended our favorite stylin', sparkly, super~spy England, and he continues blending into the Italian crowd... -That is of course until he realizes himself that he needs a pretty face to flirt with or else he'll be found out.
Enter everyone's favorite atmosphere illiterate American, who doesn't recognize him despite the eyebrows and asks for directions. So, England decides to kill two birds with one stone and have a little fun, knowing he may not have an opportunity such as this ever again.
Bonus: Romantic or silly and sweet is up to the writer. Bonus: They have a one night stand and England leaves before America wakes up, never revealling his disguise to the other.
Bella Italiana - 1a/?
anonymous
March 7 2011, 22:34:29 UTC
"Scusi! Scusi! someone was calling from behind him. England stopped and turned, hearing the distinctive non-Italian accent from behind him. Whoever was calling out to him wasn't an Italian, and as he laid his eyes on the stranger, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened.
Inexplicably, he was looking at America. America, who was not supposed to be in Italy, he was supposed to be back in London, but no, here he was, wearing a navy blue suit with a crisp white oxford and a navy blue tie, a charcoal pea coat in his arms, his hair combed much more carefully than normal. England just gaped at him, a blush rising unknowingly on his cheeks.
America is going to blow my cover. America is going to get us both captured. America is in Italy. America looks so incredibly dashing I don't think I can move.
"Um, scusi mi, er, uh-- ciao, I'm, uh--" England stared at America as he fumbled his way through a question, and he wanted to grab America's shoulders and shake him and tell him to speak English, and what in Heaven's name are you
( ... )
OP, is just in...amore...Have-a some Internet-Babies!
anonymous
March 8 2011, 06:19:05 UTC
EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheheheheheheheeheee!
England with a deep Italian accent is making me blush! (His commentary on British peoples living in Italy reminded me of Henry James' novel 'Portrait of a Lady' just now.). Oh England, why so charming?
I'm so happy you've decided to pick this up and I can't wait to read more.
Anon author here
anonymous
March 8 2011, 14:02:09 UTC
Yes in my haste to post while in class and have no one notice what I was doing (it was one of those classes where no one pays attention and eyes tend to wander to other computer screens) I posted this tidbit to the WRONG PLACE. Auuuugh >_
Re: Bella Italiana - 1a/?
anonymous
March 8 2011, 15:29:25 UTC
EPIC! This is just wonderful! Alfred blushing like a cute little maiden, and Iggy flirting like a ...well....italian lover? Still, this is awesome! Please update soon!
Bella Italiana - 1/?
anonymous
March 7 2011, 22:33:49 UTC
This was one of those rare times England wished he were more prepared for living in Europe. He owned a small series of books, all pocket-sized, each one a different major European language. This was the middle of a continental war; why hadn't he been carrying his Italian book
( ... )
Bella Italiana - 2/?
anonymous
March 8 2011, 02:27:49 UTC
“So, what is it you’re looking for, lad?” England asked, laying on a thicker accent than normal. He was surprised that America hadn’t recognized his voice, and yet at the same time, he wasn’t surprised in the least. If something wasn’t painted neon with signs all over it, America often didn’t notice the obvious
( ... )
Re: Bella Italiana - 2a/?
anonymous
March 8 2011, 02:29:38 UTC
America sucked thoughtfully on his straw, getting the last bits of soda from the bottom of the glass, and he stood up, England following close behind
( ... )
Re: Bella Italiana - 2b/?
anonymous
March 8 2011, 02:36:10 UTC
“I can see alright. As long as you don’t go too far away from me-not that you can’t,” America said suddenly. “I mean, i-if you want to walk away from me, its okay, it’s not like
( ... )
Re: Bella Italiana - 2c/?
anonymous
March 8 2011, 03:51:08 UTC
The day passed pleasantly, and England found himself enjoying the casual way that America leaned against him ever so slightly, and how he even laid his head on England’s shoulder in a moment of rest, only to immediately jump back up, his face flushed. There was even one point when England briefly laid his hand over America’s when he sat back down, and he pretended not to notice America’s smile
( ... )
Bella Italiana - 3/3
anonymous
March 8 2011, 03:52:43 UTC
America leaned against England’s arm, heavier than before, and laid his head on England’s shoulder. The music was soft and warm, and it was almost like a lullaby, putting a comforting haze on the square. England nearly forgot that they were in the middle of a bloodthirsty war. It was like they were in the eye of the storm.
Gathering up more of his courage, England slid his arm around America’s shoulders, hugging him gently, his fingers grazing the wool of his coat. America made a soft sound and shifted, but he didn’t move away. England smiled in spite of himself.
America lifted his head from England’s shoulder, steadying himself so he was more level with England’s face. He reached up and gently touched the hand that was on his arm, stroking England’s fingers in the smallest of movements. England’s heart began to race. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been touched so-
He lost his train of thought as America’s lips connected to his own, and he was kissing him, lips to lips, and America was intoxicating, it was like kissing chocolate and
( ... )
Re: Bella Italiana - 3a/3
anonymous
March 8 2011, 03:54:03 UTC
England fumbled with the lock but managed to push open the door, the only light in the room coming in from outside. England clicked on the small lamp on the front table and pulled off his jacket as America clicked the door shut behind him
( ... )
-That is of course until he realizes himself that he needs a pretty face to flirt with or else he'll be found out.
Enter everyone's favorite atmosphere illiterate American, who doesn't recognize him despite the eyebrows and asks for directions. So, England decides to kill two birds with one stone and have a little fun, knowing he may not have an opportunity such as this ever again.
Bonus: Romantic or silly and sweet is up to the writer.
Bonus: They have a one night stand and England leaves before America wakes up, never revealling his disguise to the other.
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"Scusi! Scusi! someone was calling from behind him. England stopped and turned, hearing the distinctive non-Italian accent from behind him. Whoever was calling out to him wasn't an Italian, and as he laid his eyes on the stranger, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened.
Inexplicably, he was looking at America. America, who was not supposed to be in Italy, he was supposed to be back in London, but no, here he was, wearing a navy blue suit with a crisp white oxford and a navy blue tie, a charcoal pea coat in his arms, his hair combed much more carefully than normal. England just gaped at him, a blush rising unknowingly on his cheeks.
America is going to blow my cover. America is going to get us both captured. America is in Italy. America looks so incredibly dashing I don't think I can move.
"Um, scusi mi, er, uh-- ciao, I'm, uh--" England stared at America as he fumbled his way through a question, and he wanted to grab America's shoulders and shake him and tell him to speak English, and what in Heaven's name are you ( ... )
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can't waittt for morreeee. <3
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England with a deep Italian accent is making me blush! (His commentary on British peoples living in Italy reminded me of Henry James' novel 'Portrait of a Lady' just now.). Oh England, why so charming?
I'm so happy you've decided to pick this up and I can't wait to read more.
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Gathering up more of his courage, England slid his arm around America’s shoulders, hugging him gently, his fingers grazing the wool of his coat. America made a soft sound and shifted, but he didn’t move away. England smiled in spite of himself.
America lifted his head from England’s shoulder, steadying himself so he was more level with England’s face. He reached up and gently touched the hand that was on his arm, stroking England’s fingers in the smallest of movements. England’s heart began to race. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been touched so-
He lost his train of thought as America’s lips connected to his own, and he was kissing him, lips to lips, and America was intoxicating, it was like kissing chocolate and ( ... )
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