Moonlight [1/5]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:06:17 UTC
A/N: I know that the prompt is old at this point and already has one great fill, but I started this a long time ago and wanted to post it now that I've had time to finish.
Also, this takes place in the early 1950's, when America is one of the most prosperous nations in the world and Great Britain is in complete shambles because of the war. That's got to make a bloke feel down about himself.
England sighed as he unlocked the door and entered his old London house. It had been a very, very long day. Parliament was fighting as usual, keeping anything from really getting done. Sometimes he missed those days when the king would just tell him what to do and that was that. It was so much easier and less complicated. Of course, everything in life was far easier and less complicated back then too.
Dear lord, that was almost a thousand years ago, wasn't it? At sixteen hundred, England was still far younger than many nations, but he was certainly getting up there. Maybe America had a point when he called him an old man. His heyday was certainly
( ... )
Moonlight [2/5]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:07:14 UTC
The island nation yawned. Come to think of it, sleep didn't seem like such a bad idea. It wasn't as though there was much for him to do tonight anyway. He walked further down the hall to his bedroom, but was surprised again by light coming from under the door. Now that was peculiar. He never left his light on. His eyes narrowed. He was about due for some punk to break into his house. They were tempted to learn something about the strange Mr. Kirkland who rarely left his house but to work and who hadn't aged a day as long as anyone could remember. They would probably want to steal something too, just to prove to their friends that they actually gotten in. Well, he couldn't have that now, could he? He grabbed the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon, a heavy metal picture frame holding a picture of himself and the other Allies on V - E Day, and swung the door open.
"Hey, babe. How ya been?"
"America…?" England breathed.
Well, that was unexpected. Instead of an older teenager dressed in black and trying to stuff his precious
( ... )
Moonlight [3/5]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:07:59 UTC
England pulled both his hand and his gaze away, "Not tonight. Maybe next time."
"You've been telling me that since 1944, England!" America growled, "What's so wrong with being able to see?"
"It interrupts feeling," England said, his stock response to the question.
"Except for that you never let me touch you either," America snapped.
England blinked. He hadn't expected America to make that particular connection.
"I love you England. And I'd love every bit of you if you'd let me." He took both of England's hands in his own and the smaller nation had to look back. America's eyes were so innocent, so honest, so plaintive, "Why won't you let me?"
England bit his lip. It hurt to see him like that. It felt as though someone had grabbed his already aching heart and was slowly twisting it. But it didn't matter. There was no helping it. He pulled away and reached for the switch again.
America just grabbed him again, "England!" He looked mad now, but what did it matter? England was mad too.
Moonlight [4/5]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:09:22 UTC
"No," England said.
"Come on, I showed you mine, and now I wanna see yours."
"It's not just about the scars, America," England said.
America furrowed his brow, "What do you mean it's not just about the scars?"
"Admittedly they're part of it, since I do have many horrid ones, but there's so much more wrong with me than that."
"Well I can't see anything else."
"That's the goddamn point!"
He didn't need to go out and say that he was too damn thin and pointy in all the wrong places, and that no matter how hard he tried he could just not gain any weight. He didn't need to show America how tiny his waist was, how many ribs could be seen when he was shirtless.
However, apparently America could read his mind because he set his hands on England's hips and ran them up to the base of his ribcage before coming back down.
"You think you're too scrawny don't you?" He asked.
England stiffened. How did he-?
"France told me once that when you were younger you always tried so hard to put on muscle or fat. Neither of us thought you still wanted to. But hey," He
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Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:10:01 UTC
He began to move, trying to convey in thrusts what he couldn't say in words.
I wish that I was beautiful like you.
I wish that, since I'm not, you could accept me.
I wish that, since you would probably anyway because you're so damn naïve, I could accept me.
I wish that I could at least be romantic, even though I'm not much to look at.
I wish that I had something more to offer than that I love you.
Because I do.
I really do love you, America.
He didn't know what, exactly, his lover understood. All he knew was that when the younger nation came he groaned England's name and hearing those two syllables was what sent England over the edge. America pulled him back down and kissed him once again slowly, languidly, just to show him he meant every word he had said that night.
They paused to breathe and England stood. He walked over to his window, where the thick drapes stood closed, and threw the curtains open. The moonlight spilled into the bedroom, offering America his first view of England naked.
The older nation turned back to the bed. America was
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Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 04:21:52 UTC
loved the very last scene where Arthur showed Alfred his body. It's nice to see how they're slowly coming together and building trust like that. Lovely fill <3
Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 11:21:51 UTC
(Psst: Britons were Celts. One of the Celtic peoples of the British Isles along with the Picts and the Gaelic people. Like the Gauls, the Lusitani and the Gallaeci and many others were continental Celts. You're right about the Angles and the Saxons, though. The English people are most probably originally a mix of Britons, Romans and the invading Angles and Saxons (and probably some other Germanic people as well, from as far as Sweden) and their language was a mix of the dialects of Angles and Saxons which overpowered the indigenous languages and Latin (unlike in France and Iberia where the dialectal Latin -- which had already mostly become the majority language, replacing the indigenous Celtic and Iberian languages -- survived and was adopted by the Germanic invaders.))
And er... cute fic. ^^; I especially liked the little extra addition of Ulster. ♥ Sorry for the nitpicking.
Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 12:45:33 UTC
My teacher told me lies?!!!?! Thanks for correcting my error. The research that I did made them seem like separate things. Maybe it was because at the time the information was gathered there was also mention of Antonine's wall and how that was as far as the Roman's got. IDK. Thank you, though. I would nitpick too if it was a fact I knew that the author didn't
Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 5 2011, 14:20:20 UTC
Teachers lie more often than you think! Don't trust them! (Just kidding, I'm sure they do their best. 0:))
Don't worry about getting it wrong. It's damn confusing, what with all the different terms and conflicting sources and all... I don't even know what's the deal with the Caledonians and the Picts... are those two names for the same people or two different groups? All I know that both lived in Scotland. Yeah, it's confusing.
Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 6 2011, 22:56:11 UTC
Ulster is a historical province in Ireland No, it's still a province, thank you.
America would call him North, probably, but England uses Ulster I can see that, just out of sheer dumbassery on both their parts >:D and Ireland would get so pissed off with them both.
Re: Moonlight [5/5]
anonymous
July 8 2011, 17:51:57 UTC
Anon, this was so sweet! Poor England with his insecurities and his total inability to communicate; lucky he has such a great boyfriend :) I really liked it, great job!
A/N: I know that the prompt is old at this point and already has one great fill, but I started this a long time ago and wanted to post it now that I've had time to finish.
Also, this takes place in the early 1950's, when America is one of the most prosperous nations in the world and Great Britain is in complete shambles because of the war. That's got to make a bloke feel down about himself.
England sighed as he unlocked the door and entered his old London house. It had been a very, very long day. Parliament was fighting as usual, keeping anything from really getting done. Sometimes he missed those days when the king would just tell him what to do and that was that. It was so much easier and less complicated. Of course, everything in life was far easier and less complicated back then too.
Dear lord, that was almost a thousand years ago, wasn't it? At sixteen hundred, England was still far younger than many nations, but he was certainly getting up there. Maybe America had a point when he called him an old man. His heyday was certainly ( ... )
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The island nation yawned. Come to think of it, sleep didn't seem like such a bad idea. It wasn't as though there was much for him to do tonight anyway. He walked further down the hall to his bedroom, but was surprised again by light coming from under the door. Now that was peculiar. He never left his light on. His eyes narrowed. He was about due for some punk to break into his house. They were tempted to learn something about the strange Mr. Kirkland who rarely left his house but to work and who hadn't aged a day as long as anyone could remember. They would probably want to steal something too, just to prove to their friends that they actually gotten in. Well, he couldn't have that now, could he? He grabbed the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon, a heavy metal picture frame holding a picture of himself and the other Allies on V - E Day, and swung the door open.
"Hey, babe. How ya been?"
"America…?" England breathed.
Well, that was unexpected. Instead of an older teenager dressed in black and trying to stuff his precious ( ... )
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England pulled both his hand and his gaze away, "Not tonight. Maybe next time."
"You've been telling me that since 1944, England!" America growled, "What's so wrong with being able to see?"
"It interrupts feeling," England said, his stock response to the question.
"Except for that you never let me touch you either," America snapped.
England blinked. He hadn't expected America to make that particular connection.
"I love you England. And I'd love every bit of you if you'd let me." He took both of England's hands in his own and the smaller nation had to look back. America's eyes were so innocent, so honest, so plaintive, "Why won't you let me?"
England bit his lip. It hurt to see him like that. It felt as though someone had grabbed his already aching heart and was slowly twisting it. But it didn't matter. There was no helping it. He pulled away and reached for the switch again.
America just grabbed him again, "England!" He looked mad now, but what did it matter? England was mad too.
"America, just let it be!"
America snarled and dropped his hand ( ... )
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"No," England said.
"Come on, I showed you mine, and now I wanna see yours."
"It's not just about the scars, America," England said.
America furrowed his brow, "What do you mean it's not just about the scars?"
"Admittedly they're part of it, since I do have many horrid ones, but there's so much more wrong with me than that."
"Well I can't see anything else."
"That's the goddamn point!"
He didn't need to go out and say that he was too damn thin and pointy in all the wrong places, and that no matter how hard he tried he could just not gain any weight. He didn't need to show America how tiny his waist was, how many ribs could be seen when he was shirtless.
However, apparently America could read his mind because he set his hands on England's hips and ran them up to the base of his ribcage before coming back down.
"You think you're too scrawny don't you?" He asked.
England stiffened. How did he-?
"France told me once that when you were younger you always tried so hard to put on muscle or fat. Neither of us thought you still wanted to. But hey," He ( ... )
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He began to move, trying to convey in thrusts what he couldn't say in words.
I wish that I was beautiful like you.
I wish that, since I'm not, you could accept me.
I wish that, since you would probably anyway because you're so damn naïve, I could accept me.
I wish that I could at least be romantic, even though I'm not much to look at.
I wish that I had something more to offer than that I love you.
Because I do.
I really do love you, America.
He didn't know what, exactly, his lover understood. All he knew was that when the younger nation came he groaned England's name and hearing those two syllables was what sent England over the edge. America pulled him back down and kissed him once again slowly, languidly, just to show him he meant every word he had said that night.
They paused to breathe and England stood. He walked over to his window, where the thick drapes stood closed, and threw the curtains open. The moonlight spilled into the bedroom, offering America his first view of England naked.
The older nation turned back to the bed. America was ( ... )
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And er... cute fic. ^^; I especially liked the little extra addition of Ulster. ♥ Sorry for the nitpicking.
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Thanks for correcting my error. The research that I did made them seem like separate things. Maybe it was because at the time the information was gathered there was also mention of Antonine's wall and how that was as far as the Roman's got. IDK. Thank you, though. I would nitpick too if it was a fact I knew that the author didn't
Glad you liked it!
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Don't worry about getting it wrong. It's damn confusing, what with all the different terms and conflicting sources and all... I don't even know what's the deal with the Caledonians and the Picts... are those two names for the same people or two different groups? All I know that both lived in Scotland. Yeah, it's confusing.
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No, it's still a province, thank you.
America would call him North, probably, but England uses Ulster
I can see that, just out of sheer dumbassery on both their parts >:D and Ireland would get so pissed off with them both.
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