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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Author anon here
anonymous
December 23 2011, 01:15:10 UTC
Guys. YOU GUYS. Can we get together and have a Henry VIII party? I think he's fascinating, too! Definitely one of my favorite personages from history. : D
Although I have to say...I don't know what it's like everywhere else (author!anon is American), but thanks to cartoons, my first concept of Henry VIII was of an obese man just standing around, holding a chicken leg. I KID YOU NOT. But he couldn't've once been known as the handsomest prince in all of Christendom for nothing!
One of my favorite authors (though she's not that well-known, which I find unforgivable, really, and her books are hard to find unless you get them off eBay) is Margaret Campbell Barnes. She wrote lots of historical fiction about English royalty, including some with Henry. I definitely recommend them. : )
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anonymous
December 23 2011, 02:32:41 UTC
I'll bring the booze XD
My Mum was an English teacher (anon is South American) and she oved the Tudors, so I grew up with Henry around my home. I have such an attachment to the man Look at my life, look at my choices, LOL
Other Anon XD
anonymous
December 24 2011, 23:32:03 UTC
Staying anon is rather confusing. But yes, Henry VIII party! This anon shall bring a huge cloth spun from gold. *coughs* This anon shall also drag along a portrait of Francis I for the lulz
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Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 22 2011, 06:45:08 UTC
Amazing update! You updated before I could comment on the previous part, sorry about that
I especially liked how monarchs swear fealty to England. I've always thought that bosses are there to serve the nation, who's bigger than whatever government is in place, and not the other way round.
Can't wait to read more about what happened after Hastings
Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 22 2011, 18:35:43 UTC
Arthur has come to grudgingly accept that Francis will always be a constant in his life. They are flames from the same fire, always dancing around each other
I really like the way you portrayed France and England's relationship. They still snip at one another but its almost friendly. I also adored the quotes you used in this update.
I had never before heard of the Field of the Cloth of Gold but your rendition told me everything I needed to know. :D
Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 22 2011, 23:11:02 UTC
Great, absolutely great update, Anon! Awww Westminster, what a magnificent place to be! I had the luck to visit it once, and it's amazing how well you can describe it without having seen it. Seriously, you rock! And I like how Arthur can hear the voices of his dead poets, and even more, the way he and Francis interact. You almost make me ship them LOL
As many have said before, yay for the notes! Cute, funny and interesting :)
Author anon here
anonymous
December 23 2011, 01:48:29 UTC
Oh wow, thank you very much! : ) You guys rock too, I DEMAND A BROFIST.
Oh my goodness, the amazing Westminster Abbey...it's good to know that what I wrote of it sounds true to life. I'm American by way of Texas (hay Texas hayyy) and haven't ever been to England, but have been in love with the country since I was a little girl. But loving a place and studying up on it for pleasure is very different from actually having been there, or even being from there. It makes me happy to know that I'm at least doing it a little right and that no one across the ocean wants to come and put a hit out on me! ...yet.
I have no idea where St. Edward's Chair really is today, though, and the steps that Francis sits on are probably totally inaccurate, lawl. I think the chair is actually hanging somewhere in the church, now? Or...maybe suspended is a better word.
Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 27 2011, 22:55:07 UTC
Long-ass!comment anon from before returns! I'm glad that this chapter triumphantly returned to the previous format and style of the earlier chapters. France and England interaction is my other side guilty pleasure to USUK and your take on their relationship was brilliant! The comparison to fire!!! And omg, the build-up during this chapter to France's question about England's relationships with other country's all the way to America was fabulous. That quote! ;_;
Also, your notes were very cute and made me smile. :) I really do love how you incorporate so seamlessly trinkets of the nations' histories into the present day... and then explain them to us less knowledgeable anons. (And you really are multi-talented - able to handle both serious scenes and comedy!)
Author anon here!
anonymous
December 29 2011, 18:35:20 UTC
Hey long-ass!comment anon! XD It's good to see you again! Gosh, thank you for the compliments and for taking the time to comment.
The next chapter is going to be all England and France interaction, and should hopefully be up within the next few days. I'm just making the edits right now. All this writing France and England together is making me miss writing America, lol.
This chapter is a little longer - I don’t think the flashback would work quite as well if were broken up. A warning, this chapter is a little darker than previous ones.
London Bridge - Part IXNo one is watching the boy as he looks for seashells along the beach, barefoot and his trousers rolled up to his knees
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Part IX, cont.
anonymous
December 30 2011, 05:46:13 UTC
“Eat dirt, little baby!” he crows triumphantly. “How’s it taste? Ya want some salt with that?”
“Gerroff!” Arthur gasps, spitting out sand when he can. “Idiot - bastard - ”
Christian grins down at him, and Arthur can almost feel how wide his smile is, how large his teeth are. “I admire your spunk, pip - really, I do! - but this’ll teach ya to choose your battles, won’t it?”
Arthur continues to struggle beneath Christian’s bulk, but eventually, mercifully, his hold lessens and Arthur is able to scramble out from under him.
“I - you - I am going to kill you!” he huffs, wiping sand from his face. His simple, functional clothes (just a nicer way to say “horribly unrefined,” he thinks) are ruined
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Part IX, cont.
anonymous
December 30 2011, 05:52:26 UTC
He finds Harold and his men in good spirits, for they have defeated the Vikings so soundly that it would be a great surprise if they ever returned. They are making their way south and have taken temporary residence in a small village; Arthur finds Harold in the stables, tending to his horse.
He nervously trips over his words as he explains the situation. He tugs at the edge of his shirt and remembers the way the men leered at him, as though they already knew why he was there. Oh, why must I be the one to tell him this? he agonizes. They will all surely hate me for bringing them such awful, horrible news, and I have a hole in my boot...“It is as I expected,” Harold says after taking a moment to assess Arthur’s information. “William is a bastard by birth and by disposition
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Part IX, cont.
anonymous
December 30 2011, 05:55:22 UTC
The battlefield, this place of skulls, both enthralls him and horrifies him. He can hear the land beneath them groan under the weight of this great sin, this awesome defilement, grieving over the unreturning brave. The earth itself seems to be a belligerent in the battle, swallowing up men and horses without discrimination, batting them around like playthings. (Neither people nor warfare nor the earth change much after nine hundred years
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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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Although I have to say...I don't know what it's like everywhere else (author!anon is American), but thanks to cartoons, my first concept of Henry VIII was of an obese man just standing around, holding a chicken leg. I KID YOU NOT. But he couldn't've once been known as the handsomest prince in all of Christendom for nothing!
One of my favorite authors (though she's not that well-known, which I find unforgivable, really, and her books are hard to find unless you get them off eBay) is Margaret Campbell Barnes. She wrote lots of historical fiction about English royalty, including some with Henry. I definitely recommend them. : )
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My Mum was an English teacher (anon is South American) and she oved the Tudors, so I grew up with Henry around my home. I have such an attachment to the man Look at my life, look at my choices, LOL
I'll check that book!
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I especially liked how monarchs swear fealty to England. I've always thought that bosses are there to serve the nation, who's bigger than whatever government is in place, and not the other way round.
Can't wait to read more about what happened after Hastings
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I really like the way you portrayed France and England's relationship. They still snip at one another but its almost friendly. I also adored the quotes you used in this update.
I had never before heard of the Field of the Cloth of Gold but your rendition told me everything I needed to know. :D
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And I like how Arthur can hear the voices of his dead poets, and even more, the way he and Francis interact. You almost make me ship them LOL
As many have said before, yay for the notes! Cute, funny and interesting :)
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Oh my goodness, the amazing Westminster Abbey...it's good to know that what I wrote of it sounds true to life. I'm American by way of Texas (hay Texas hayyy) and haven't ever been to England, but have been in love with the country since I was a little girl. But loving a place and studying up on it for pleasure is very different from actually having been there, or even being from there. It makes me happy to know that I'm at least doing it a little right and that no one across the ocean wants to come and put a hit out on me! ...yet.
I have no idea where St. Edward's Chair really is today, though, and the steps that Francis sits on are probably totally inaccurate, lawl. I think the chair is actually hanging somewhere in the church, now? Or...maybe suspended is a better word.
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Also, your notes were very cute and made me smile. :) I really do love how you incorporate so seamlessly trinkets of the nations' histories into the present day... and then explain them to us less knowledgeable anons. (And you really are multi-talented - able to handle both serious scenes and comedy!)
Can't wait for future updates!
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The next chapter is going to be all England and France interaction, and should hopefully be up within the next few days. I'm just making the edits right now. All this writing France and England together is making me miss writing America, lol.
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A warning, this chapter is a little darker than previous ones.
London Bridge - Part IXNo one is watching the boy as he looks for seashells along the beach, barefoot and his trousers rolled up to his knees ( ... )
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“Gerroff!” Arthur gasps, spitting out sand when he can. “Idiot - bastard - ”
Christian grins down at him, and Arthur can almost feel how wide his smile is, how large his teeth are. “I admire your spunk, pip - really, I do! - but this’ll teach ya to choose your battles, won’t it?”
Arthur continues to struggle beneath Christian’s bulk, but eventually, mercifully, his hold lessens and Arthur is able to scramble out from under him.
“I - you - I am going to kill you!” he huffs, wiping sand from his face. His simple, functional clothes (just a nicer way to say “horribly unrefined,” he thinks) are ruined ( ... )
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He nervously trips over his words as he explains the situation. He tugs at the edge of his shirt and remembers the way the men leered at him, as though they already knew why he was there. Oh, why must I be the one to tell him this? he agonizes. They will all surely hate me for bringing them such awful, horrible news, and I have a hole in my boot...“It is as I expected,” Harold says after taking a moment to assess Arthur’s information. “William is a bastard by birth and by disposition ( ... )
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