USUK - US is a Wonderful Boyfriend after UK has a Bad Day
anonymous
June 15 2011, 19:45:51 UTC
England's had enough. He's been groped and insulted all day and he's just too stressed to put up with any more nonsense without either snapping and going on a murderous rampage, or curling up in a tight ball and bawling his eyes out. His boyfriend America is wonderfully understanding and comforts/takes care of him, treating him to things like a bubble bath and massage etc. Fluff please!
Bonuses America acting mature and serious and gentle :D America understands that words/sexual advances are not really needed England cries without being overly UKe
No words, Just love [1/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:38:37 UTC
A/N:
Look! I really came back!
Anyway, as this update was so late because of my work, I have a semi-relevant tidbit: I now work closely with a Canadian. She's very sweet, very quiet, and very easy to forget about. She keeps getting confused for a customer AND she has blue eyes (she has brown hair and no glasses, though). This means, obviously, that Canada-ko got contacts and dyed her hair. Sometime this summer, I am going to get her a stuffed polar bear. Eventually, I will also slip up and call her 'Matt.' My hope is that I can addict her to Hetalia and have her start calling me 'Al', because I act very America-like around her for some reason.
Well, this is fairly different from what I usually write (mainly dialogue-driven and full of banter) but I really felt compelled to write about this aspect of their relationship. I hope you like it~!
America couldn't help but to smile to himself as he put out the plates. They were nothing special, just two old undecorated dinner plates made of slightly yellowed porcelain. Anything else would be
( ... )
No words, Just love [2/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:39:34 UTC
He saw the hurt, the anger, and above all the stress it was taking to hold it back. His first instinct was to do some super-secret Cold War-era spying to find out what England's problem was and fix it, but realized it would do no good. It was hurt, not anguish; anger, not fury. He wasn't dealing with a calamity, he was dealing with life.
Yeah, not exactly a logical step to the normal person, but America wasn't a normal person. He was a nation, just like England. He knew what it was like when none of the people in charge of him could get along, when his own people talked about him with words full of hatred instead of love, or when his boss made him or his people do things that didn't match his morals or personality. Times like that could be worse to deal with than times like 9/11 or Pearl Harbor.
Ignoring the way that the dampness from his boyfriend's clothing was soaking into his own, heroes had to make sacrifices after all, America held England more tightly and leaned in to kiss him. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, made to be assuring and
( ... )
No words, Just love [3/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:41:03 UTC
However, tonight the tub was more than warranted. America messed with the control panel, making the bath fill with warm water and bubbles. He turned back to England and pulled him close again, just holding him for a moment. After he felt the other nation had been reassured enough, America pulled away. He reached out and took off England's suit jacket, followed by his tie, his button down, his pants, and finally his underwear. He was very careful while stripping him to make it as non-sexual as possible.
It wasn't easy; it had been a long time since they'd been together and America missed all of the things they did in bed, no matter how kinky or vanilla, but England deserved it. He deserved to be treated with love that had no trace of lust once in a while. It was love, after all, that kept them together after all those years of arguing and love that England needed right then.
As soon as he was naked, England left America and eased himself into the tub with a long sigh. He closed his eyes, but still frowned. That made America's own smile
( ... )
No words, Just love [4/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:41:47 UTC
After what felt like an eternity, England lifted his head. His eyes were puffy and red, but he still looked very relieved. America smiled. Part one was done, now he had to get to part two: the actual comfort bit. He turned England back around and began work on his hair, kneading his scalp and running his fingers through the short, somewhat cat-like hair much more than strictly necessary. He allowed England to rinse the suds off himself, because otherwise he'd end up with soap in his eyes and they were irritated enough as it was from the crying.
England seemed to want to return the favor and wash him too, because as soon as his hair was shampoo-free he grabbed the soap and went at America. He relaxed further as he regained control of something, even if it was just how clean his boyfriend was. America was just fine with that, because it just meant that he got to sit in the tub longer with the really nice jets massaging his back. However, as soon as he was done England got out of the tub, and America felt compelled to accompany him.
No words, Just love [5/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:42:49 UTC
On a normal day, the younger nation would have been rather distracted. England was amazingly sexy when he was hungry. Most of the time when he ate England would be doing it mindlessly, focusing instead on the paper or the TV or America. Not when he actually needed food. He'd get so intense. One hundred percent of his attention was focused on eating everything in front of him and he couldn't be distracted by anything. And then there was the way that the chords of his neck worked to push everything down into his stomach and the absolute fury of his movements. It was almost as oddly arousing as watching him in battle.
But it didn't feel that way that night. There were no intense waves of lust that flowed over America as he watched spoonful after spoonful disappear down England's throat. It was an entirely different feeling: relief, satisfaction, fulfillment, something like that. Every drop of chowder that went into the smaller nation seemed to calm him down, bring him closer to his normal British-y self. America, having already finished,
( ... )
No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:43:30 UTC
America set his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and started to rub them. He was gentile at first, but he began to push harder as he realized how very tense the other man's muscles were. A quick skim down England's back showed him that the island nation was just as bad everywhere else.
He told him so.
England just shrugged and lay on his stomach, looking back over his shoulder and waiting for America to get on with it.
America gladly complied, straddling his lover's hips and setting his hands to work on loosening his kinks.
Every now and then, England would let out a sigh or a groan or even a little yelp when America was working on a particularly bad knot. Eventually his eyes slid closed. America smiled to himself. The massage must be working if he was relaxing enough to trust America to work him over with little supervision.
It wasn't until England hadn't moved for half an hour that America realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so intensely focused on fixing the other nation's back that he'd failed to notice that he was unconscious
( ... )
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:35:26 UTC
Awwwww, anon! Cute!
I love your headcanon that England doesn't do comfort sex - that was great. And how he wanted to wash America, too. In his giant awesome tub haha. The whole fic was just full of sweet little things :)
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:50:58 UTC
I loved this, everything America did to care for England and how he was already making supper even when England hadn't had a bad day.
The headcanon bits about England not liking comfort sex or how nations have those bad days sometimes due to their people and how they are worse than getting attacked were brilliant and I loved them.
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:58:32 UTC
Just seeing the prompt made me want to smile--and now that I've read the actual fill I feel so happy and fluffy I could probably break into song right now :)
I'll be bookmarking this to cheer me up when I have a bad day of my own :D
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 03:36:22 UTC
EEEK. This was so sweet, so slow... it was amazing. Like, really amazing. I loved how GOOD Alfred was, how much he knew about Artie so that they didn't even need to speak. This was really, really great.
I'm sorry I'm late! God, where do I even start? This is absolutely amazing, author!anon. Simply beautiful. It's all the little things that make it wonderful, like the fact that America was already ready to spoil England before he found out how bad England was feeling, and the fact that America really didn't have to say a word. The bath scene was just... I have no words to express how much I loved it. And letting England wear his pyjamas - I love it when England wears America's clothes. And the feeding, and the massage... Thank you so much for writing this, author!anon. You've really made my day. From now on, any time I have a bad day I'll go read this and just smile.
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 04:25:05 UTC
Uhh... I don't know if you're kidding or not about the author note, but I hope you are a!a, she's a real person and not a fandom character. As for the fill I thought it was adorable. The title really speaks for the fill and it was nice to see the love between both of them.
Bonuses
America acting mature and serious and gentle :D
America understands that words/sexual advances are not really needed
England cries without being overly UKe
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A/N:
Look! I really came back!
Anyway, as this update was so late because of my work, I have a semi-relevant tidbit: I now work closely with a Canadian. She's very sweet, very quiet, and very easy to forget about. She keeps getting confused for a customer AND she has blue eyes (she has brown hair and no glasses, though). This means, obviously, that Canada-ko got contacts and dyed her hair. Sometime this summer, I am going to get her a stuffed polar bear. Eventually, I will also slip up and call her 'Matt.' My hope is that I can addict her to Hetalia and have her start calling me 'Al', because I act very America-like around her for some reason.
Well, this is fairly different from what I usually write (mainly dialogue-driven and full of banter) but I really felt compelled to write about this aspect of their relationship. I hope you like it~!
America couldn't help but to smile to himself as he put out the plates. They were nothing special, just two old undecorated dinner plates made of slightly yellowed porcelain. Anything else would be ( ... )
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He saw the hurt, the anger, and above all the stress it was taking to hold it back. His first instinct was to do some super-secret Cold War-era spying to find out what England's problem was and fix it, but realized it would do no good. It was hurt, not anguish; anger, not fury. He wasn't dealing with a calamity, he was dealing with life.
Yeah, not exactly a logical step to the normal person, but America wasn't a normal person. He was a nation, just like England. He knew what it was like when none of the people in charge of him could get along, when his own people talked about him with words full of hatred instead of love, or when his boss made him or his people do things that didn't match his morals or personality. Times like that could be worse to deal with than times like 9/11 or Pearl Harbor.
Ignoring the way that the dampness from his boyfriend's clothing was soaking into his own, heroes had to make sacrifices after all, America held England more tightly and leaned in to kiss him. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, made to be assuring and ( ... )
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However, tonight the tub was more than warranted. America messed with the control panel, making the bath fill with warm water and bubbles. He turned back to England and pulled him close again, just holding him for a moment. After he felt the other nation had been reassured enough, America pulled away. He reached out and took off England's suit jacket, followed by his tie, his button down, his pants, and finally his underwear. He was very careful while stripping him to make it as non-sexual as possible.
It wasn't easy; it had been a long time since they'd been together and America missed all of the things they did in bed, no matter how kinky or vanilla, but England deserved it. He deserved to be treated with love that had no trace of lust once in a while. It was love, after all, that kept them together after all those years of arguing and love that England needed right then.
As soon as he was naked, England left America and eased himself into the tub with a long sigh. He closed his eyes, but still frowned. That made America's own smile ( ... )
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After what felt like an eternity, England lifted his head. His eyes were puffy and red, but he still looked very relieved. America smiled. Part one was done, now he had to get to part two: the actual comfort bit. He turned England back around and began work on his hair, kneading his scalp and running his fingers through the short, somewhat cat-like hair much more than strictly necessary. He allowed England to rinse the suds off himself, because otherwise he'd end up with soap in his eyes and they were irritated enough as it was from the crying.
England seemed to want to return the favor and wash him too, because as soon as his hair was shampoo-free he grabbed the soap and went at America. He relaxed further as he regained control of something, even if it was just how clean his boyfriend was. America was just fine with that, because it just meant that he got to sit in the tub longer with the really nice jets massaging his back. However, as soon as he was done England got out of the tub, and America felt compelled to accompany him.
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On a normal day, the younger nation would have been rather distracted. England was amazingly sexy when he was hungry. Most of the time when he ate England would be doing it mindlessly, focusing instead on the paper or the TV or America. Not when he actually needed food. He'd get so intense. One hundred percent of his attention was focused on eating everything in front of him and he couldn't be distracted by anything. And then there was the way that the chords of his neck worked to push everything down into his stomach and the absolute fury of his movements. It was almost as oddly arousing as watching him in battle.
But it didn't feel that way that night. There were no intense waves of lust that flowed over America as he watched spoonful after spoonful disappear down England's throat. It was an entirely different feeling: relief, satisfaction, fulfillment, something like that. Every drop of chowder that went into the smaller nation seemed to calm him down, bring him closer to his normal British-y self. America, having already finished, ( ... )
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America set his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and started to rub them. He was gentile at first, but he began to push harder as he realized how very tense the other man's muscles were. A quick skim down England's back showed him that the island nation was just as bad everywhere else.
He told him so.
England just shrugged and lay on his stomach, looking back over his shoulder and waiting for America to get on with it.
America gladly complied, straddling his lover's hips and setting his hands to work on loosening his kinks.
Every now and then, England would let out a sigh or a groan or even a little yelp when America was working on a particularly bad knot. Eventually his eyes slid closed. America smiled to himself. The massage must be working if he was relaxing enough to trust America to work him over with little supervision.
It wasn't until England hadn't moved for half an hour that America realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so intensely focused on fixing the other nation's back that he'd failed to notice that he was unconscious ( ... )
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I love your headcanon that England doesn't do comfort sex - that was great. And how he wanted to wash America, too. In his giant awesome tub haha. The whole fic was just full of sweet little things :)
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The headcanon bits about England not liking comfort sex or how nations have those bad days sometimes due to their people and how they are worse than getting attacked were brilliant and I loved them.
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I'll be bookmarking this to cheer me up when I have a bad day of my own :D
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*smiles at America*
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