After World War Two (and after being pretty much shipped by good ol' Churchill) America decides it's time to let England know how he feels about him. It's a big mistake, because England turns him down. America keeps trying, England keeps refusing, but it's not because he outright doesn't like America- it's because every time America confesses it sounds like a joke, and part of England doesn't believe America because he doesn't think he's lovable. Happy ending not required, but it would be nice. <3
Bonus 1- America's innocent attempts to tell England how he feels turn into complete cracky disasters. Appearances of France trying to fix everything but just making it worse optional. Bonus 2- Not too much angst. 'Cause low self esteem is angsty enough!Anyway, please enjoy
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If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh at me? I could really use some help. You’re an expert on love, right?
But of course, mon ami! Big brother is always ready to help!
Arthur dreams so rarely these days that if someone were to ask him about the last dream he had, he wouldn’t have an answer for them. This seeming inability to dream is so habitual, like pathological lying or pulling out your hair strand by strand, that it no longer bothers him (which is to say, it actually bothers him very much). It has become just another fact in his life, something that simply is, always will be, possibly always has been; facts have an infamous way of becoming so ingrained in your life that you sometimes forget things were not always thus.
Fact: Whenever Arthur does dream, he dreams of the Great War. He dreams of shells and limp limbs tangled in barbed wire and ravenous rats roaming the trenches. He wakes up screaming, or drenched in sweat, or sometimes both. Afterwards he can feel the dirt under his fingernails for the
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:37:09 UTC
How long have you felt this way about him?
Since literally forever.
O-ho! That someone as young and handsome as you should care so much about that annoying island! And you are sure there is no one else? No one else sets your mighty hero’s heart aflame the way Angleterre does?
No. I’ve tried to...well, I mean, remember how Arthur and I didn’t speak to each other for a real long time? I tried then. I’ve got some pretty good lookin’ people. I thought...maybe it would be enough to just watch pretty human girls and handsome human fellas go by and live their lives, and just kinda live in a dream world. But it wasn’t enough. I’ve always wanted something more. But I can’t feel about anybody the way I feel about Arthur. It’s impossible.Everything is ready for the nations to begin their meeting except for the nations themselves. Arthur, as always, has planned everything to the last detail, but even he cannot control the air of apprehension in the room. (He also could not prepare for the way his pulse quickened when Alfred smiled at him this
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:39:11 UTC
You must tell him how you feel.
I did, even though I didn’t know what I was doing. My hands were shakin’ so bad that I had to hold on to something the whole time. I was nervous as all hell, and it must’ve shown because now I’m just a big, fat joke to him.
Oh, I would not worry about that. He thinks that of everyone.
China laughs loudly and waves his hands in a placating manner. “No need to worry, I bring tasty snack for everyone! Snacks are always first thing I pack when I find out we have meeting in London!”
Australia clutches the table, leaning back and precariously balancing his chair on its two back legs. “Sorry, mate, but all yer food just seems like empty calories. Didja bring anything that’ll give a growing boy like me some real energy?”
“How rude!” China scoffs, crossing his arms.
“Yes, how rude,” Russia happily chimes in.
“When people are rude to my brother,” Belarus says, darkly and to no one in particular, “they start losing fingers.”
Australia’s chair falls forward with a sharp clunk! and he hopes no one notices
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:41:22 UTC
Then, you must show him how you feel.
I’ve tried that, too. I tried that first, in fact, but he never got the hint. So that’s when I told him...
Ah.
You know, I think saying it out loud to him was the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. It would’ve been so much easier if he’d just see that I always try to treat him different from everybody else. It always works in the movies. I wish life were more like a movie. But even then you hifalutin Europeans would probably ruin it with your tragic endings. Sorry, but Americans will always prefer happy endings.To let the meeting continue in such a manner would be highly undignified, so England stands and inquires if his fellow nations have looked over their agendas. The subsequent flurry of hand movement and paper shuffling answers his question. There are several housekeeping items they need to discuss regarding their new organization
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:43:36 UTC
Don’t be discouraged. Fortune favors the bold! Be the hero you are always claiming to be! You could always do what big brother would do...
What’s that?
Get him alone with you in a broom closet and...non, on second thought, neither of you are ready for that just yet.
“Please, countries, focus,” England pleads, his head dully, steadily throbbing. “Can we please stay on track and pay attention to what’s really at hand here? What would our bosses say if they could hear us right now? With the way you lot are going on, it’s hard to believe we just clawed our way out of a world war - a second one, mind you.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Denmark cries, almost comically wounded. “We aren’t pretending the war didn’t happen or anything.”
“Yeah,” Poland agrees. “That would be totally disrespectful.”
“It’s just that…” Denmark bows his head. “We know what happened. We lived it, yeah? We lived it every single day for years. So…I think we’ve maybe earned the right to go back to our normal way of doing things
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:45:40 UTC
You know...you guys are always putting him down and laughing at him, and yeah, sure, y’all have known him longer than me, but I think there’s a lot of things you all don’t know about him - a lot of things you guys don’t see in him.
I am so free with my opinions of him because we grew up together, mon cher! I know him better than most, though he will deny it. In fact...go, run and fetch your bottle and blanket. There is a story about Angleterre I think you should hear.
“Seriously, you guys,” Poland whines, “we’re not getting anything done. I could be doing so many other things.”
“Like what?” Russia asks.
Poland gives him a scathing look. “Like helping my people rebuild our country?” Contempt drips from every word.
Russia pats Poland’s head. “What an honorable little nation you are!” His eyes widen as he strokes Poland’s hair. “Such pretty hair,” he whispers. “I would like to be making blanket out of it one day.”
America throws up his hands. “Russia, man, enough! England, can’t you bar him from the meeting or something
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:48:12 UTC
You see, Angleterre likes to pretend that he hates those around him, even myself, but the truth of the matter is that he cares too much. He has a way of attaching himself to a lucky few - if he allows himself to, and so long as they are never aware of it. I know, I know. I do not understand it either, but c’est la vie. Love is meant to be celebrated and shared, non? But the thing about dear Angleterre is that he is stubborn. As stubborn as a mule and twice as -
Wait, that’s it!
That’s what? What did I say?
“Belarus,” England says sometime later, “I am loath to ask this, but did you just throw a knife across the table?”
“That was no knife. That was a warning.”He throws his head back. “Devil take it
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:49:32 UTC
“Well, you’re right there. And morality alone won’t deter aggression. I wasn’t part of the League, but I paid attention. We may have to take stronger stances on certain issues than the League did. There might be times when we have to use force, and not be afraid to use it. But there are things that are worth protecting at any cost.” He claps England on the shoulder. “Like England said, we have to at least try. If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand, remember? One of my favorite presidents added on to that and said, ‘I do not expect the house to fall, but I do expect it will cease to be divided.’ That’s how I see the world, at any rate - a big house with lots of rooms and lots of families, but we bicker too much and don’t sit down together for Sunday dinner as often as we should. Together we can accomplish anything. Look to the stars, guys
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:51:56 UTC
Amérique, be careful. Don’t assume you can change him or his way of thinking. He has his reasons for thinking as he does, though we may not understand.
But see? That’s it! He probably does like me - he can be really sweet to me when he wants to be - he just thinks he’s got to hide it for some reason, maybe even from himself. I know I can make his life better if he’d just let me, if he just gave me a chance! Be bold, right?
That is not - ! Mon Dieu...Heracles vomited after eating some of Yao’s snacks, though no one is sure whether this was due to a bad ingredient or his simply eating too many. Whatever the case may be, Arthur considers this as good a time as any for them to break for lunch
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Part VII, cont.
anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:53:35 UTC
“You are very proud of yourself and proud of the things you have, but being proud is not the same as being happy,” he whispers. “You could be happy again, and that’s what I want to see more than anything, Artie. But…please don’t play with my feelings just because you’re unsure of your own. I need you - really need you - not to do that. Sometimes I think, ‘Hey, he’s acting like he likes me, maybe he wants to be with me, and I’m not that bad of a guy, right? We could have a cottage with a garden if he wanted, or a farm with chickens, even though I think that’s stupid because chickens are annoying as all get out, but I’d be willing to raise some stupid chickens if he really wanted them.’ But then...you can be so cruel sometimes, you know that
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anonymous
November 30 2011, 04:56:41 UTC
But Francis has never actually seen Alfred cry. And, he realizes, he has absolutely no wish to. Alfred has fashioned himself the hero and has come through on his promise with remarkable regularity - he is courageous, fair, has a heart made of gold for all his faults (dear as he is to Francis, he is still as fallible as any other country, as any other man). To see such a bastion of strength fall would be utterly dispiriting. Perhaps, for once, the hero is in need of a hero himself?
“Come,” he says, throwing an arm around Alfred’s shoulder and leading him out into the hall. “You must eat something, dear boy, you will feel better when you do. Though what there is to eat in this atrocious city that won’t completely offend your sense of taste, I have no idea.”
“You know, maybe it was stupid of me to think that he
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anonymous
November 30 2011, 14:12:39 UTC
This anon here is very happy to see an update for this fill! I was waiting for it! Anyway, you don't have to worry for taking long, A!A, this was well worth the wait :) I surely have told you before how much I love the way you portray both America and Englad, but you did an awesome job with France too. Actually, you did great with everybody. Russia and Poland hair made me LOL, and Greece vomiting after eating China snack was gross and funny at the same time. Poor guy should have stayed asleep XD
Now, if you are excited about next chapter (you tease, you ;) ), how long will it take for me to self combust?
Original request and previous chapters here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=82831117#t82831117
After World War Two (and after being pretty much shipped by good ol' Churchill) America decides it's time to let England know how he feels about him. It's a big mistake, because England turns him down. America keeps trying, England keeps refusing, but it's not because he outright doesn't like America- it's because every time America confesses it sounds like a joke, and part of England doesn't believe America because he doesn't think he's lovable. Happy ending not required, but it would be nice. <3
Bonus 1- America's innocent attempts to tell England how he feels turn into complete cracky disasters. Appearances of France trying to fix everything but just making it worse optional.
Bonus 2- Not too much angst. 'Cause low self esteem is angsty enough!Anyway, please enjoy ( ... )
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If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh at me? I could really use some help. You’re an expert on love, right?
But of course, mon ami! Big brother is always ready to help!
Arthur dreams so rarely these days that if someone were to ask him about the last dream he had, he wouldn’t have an answer for them. This seeming inability to dream is so habitual, like pathological lying or pulling out your hair strand by strand, that it no longer bothers him (which is to say, it actually bothers him very much). It has become just another fact in his life, something that simply is, always will be, possibly always has been; facts have an infamous way of becoming so ingrained in your life that you sometimes forget things were not always thus.
Fact: Whenever Arthur does dream, he dreams of the Great War. He dreams of shells and limp limbs tangled in barbed wire and ravenous rats roaming the trenches. He wakes up screaming, or drenched in sweat, or sometimes both. Afterwards he can feel the dirt under his fingernails for the ( ... )
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Since literally forever.
O-ho! That someone as young and handsome as you should care so much about that annoying island! And you are sure there is no one else? No one else sets your mighty hero’s heart aflame the way Angleterre does?
No. I’ve tried to...well, I mean, remember how Arthur and I didn’t speak to each other for a real long time? I tried then. I’ve got some pretty good lookin’ people. I thought...maybe it would be enough to just watch pretty human girls and handsome human fellas go by and live their lives, and just kinda live in a dream world. But it wasn’t enough. I’ve always wanted something more. But I can’t feel about anybody the way I feel about Arthur. It’s impossible.Everything is ready for the nations to begin their meeting except for the nations themselves. Arthur, as always, has planned everything to the last detail, but even he cannot control the air of apprehension in the room. (He also could not prepare for the way his pulse quickened when Alfred smiled at him this ( ... )
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I did, even though I didn’t know what I was doing. My hands were shakin’ so bad that I had to hold on to something the whole time. I was nervous as all hell, and it must’ve shown because now I’m just a big, fat joke to him.
Oh, I would not worry about that. He thinks that of everyone.
China laughs loudly and waves his hands in a placating manner. “No need to worry, I bring tasty snack for everyone! Snacks are always first thing I pack when I find out we have meeting in London!”
Australia clutches the table, leaning back and precariously balancing his chair on its two back legs. “Sorry, mate, but all yer food just seems like empty calories. Didja bring anything that’ll give a growing boy like me some real energy?”
“How rude!” China scoffs, crossing his arms.
“Yes, how rude,” Russia happily chimes in.
“When people are rude to my brother,” Belarus says, darkly and to no one in particular, “they start losing fingers.”
Australia’s chair falls forward with a sharp clunk! and he hopes no one notices ( ... )
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I’ve tried that, too. I tried that first, in fact, but he never got the hint. So that’s when I told him...
Ah.
You know, I think saying it out loud to him was the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. It would’ve been so much easier if he’d just see that I always try to treat him different from everybody else. It always works in the movies. I wish life were more like a movie. But even then you hifalutin Europeans would probably ruin it with your tragic endings. Sorry, but Americans will always prefer happy endings.To let the meeting continue in such a manner would be highly undignified, so England stands and inquires if his fellow nations have looked over their agendas. The subsequent flurry of hand movement and paper shuffling answers his question. There are several housekeeping items they need to discuss regarding their new organization ( ... )
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What’s that?
Get him alone with you in a broom closet and...non, on second thought, neither of you are ready for that just yet.
“Please, countries, focus,” England pleads, his head dully, steadily throbbing. “Can we please stay on track and pay attention to what’s really at hand here? What would our bosses say if they could hear us right now? With the way you lot are going on, it’s hard to believe we just clawed our way out of a world war - a second one, mind you.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Denmark cries, almost comically wounded. “We aren’t pretending the war didn’t happen or anything.”
“Yeah,” Poland agrees. “That would be totally disrespectful.”
“It’s just that…” Denmark bows his head. “We know what happened. We lived it, yeah? We lived it every single day for years. So…I think we’ve maybe earned the right to go back to our normal way of doing things ( ... )
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I am so free with my opinions of him because we grew up together, mon cher! I know him better than most, though he will deny it. In fact...go, run and fetch your bottle and blanket. There is a story about Angleterre I think you should hear.
“Seriously, you guys,” Poland whines, “we’re not getting anything done. I could be doing so many other things.”
“Like what?” Russia asks.
Poland gives him a scathing look. “Like helping my people rebuild our country?” Contempt drips from every word.
Russia pats Poland’s head. “What an honorable little nation you are!” His eyes widen as he strokes Poland’s hair. “Such pretty hair,” he whispers. “I would like to be making blanket out of it one day.”
America throws up his hands. “Russia, man, enough! England, can’t you bar him from the meeting or something ( ... )
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Wait, that’s it!
That’s what? What did I say?
“Belarus,” England says sometime later, “I am loath to ask this, but did you just throw a knife across the table?”
“That was no knife. That was a warning.”He throws his head back. “Devil take it ( ... )
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But see? That’s it! He probably does like me - he can be really sweet to me when he wants to be - he just thinks he’s got to hide it for some reason, maybe even from himself. I know I can make his life better if he’d just let me, if he just gave me a chance! Be bold, right?
That is not - ! Mon Dieu...Heracles vomited after eating some of Yao’s snacks, though no one is sure whether this was due to a bad ingredient or his simply eating too many. Whatever the case may be, Arthur considers this as good a time as any for them to break for lunch ( ... )
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“Come,” he says, throwing an arm around Alfred’s shoulder and leading him out into the hall. “You must eat something, dear boy, you will feel better when you do. Though what there is to eat in this atrocious city that won’t completely offend your sense of taste, I have no idea.”
“You know, maybe it was stupid of me to think that he ( ... )
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I surely have told you before how much I love the way you portray both America and Englad, but you did an awesome job with France too. Actually, you did great with everybody. Russia and Poland hair made me LOL, and Greece vomiting after eating China snack was gross and funny at the same time. Poor guy should have stayed asleep XD
Now, if you are excited about next chapter (you tease, you ;) ), how long will it take for me to self combust?
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