US/fem!UK; fem!UK as a punk star
anonymous
July 24 2011, 04:01:43 UTC
America finds himself in a small concert and quickly falls in love with the (fairly popular but unknown to him) vocalist, fem!England. She takes a liking for Alfred and has a fame of playing with boys, but that doesn't stop Alfred (who's head over heels for her) of engaging in a merely sexual relationship with her, and he's perfectly happy with that for a while...
...until he realizes that the grumpy, loner, refined model student of his school is none other than his unofficial girlfriend. That prompts him to want to take the relationship further, and to want to discover who's the real England.
Guns and Roses (1b/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 04:54:19 UTC
As the crowd started to cheer, he replaced the microphone on its stand and slowly walked off the stage, nodding to signal the curtain to part.
At first, the stage lights were dimmed, almost to the point that there was complete darkness. Alfred squinted his eyes to try and get a proper image, but all he saw were shadows. With a smirk and a sly side-glance, Francis watched and waited for his reactions.
Seconds later, a thrum of an electric guitar started to reverberate throughout the club, soon followed by the rhythmic murmuring of female voices.
“Black sheep, come home. Black sheep, come home. Black sheep, come home…
“Oh yeah,” one of them purred into the microphone, a voice that caused Alfred’s heart to skip a beat. “Oh, yeah
( ... )
Guns and Roses (1c/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 12:07:38 UTC
Before he realized it, the song was over and Francis was dragging him backstage, towards a dressing room.
“Hey, wait-! Francis!” Alfred protested as he attempted to pull away. He’d heard rumors of Francis and his tendency to drag anything on legs into the nearest closet to have his way with them, but he didn’t think they’d actually be true. (He also hadn't thought that Francis would actually be strong enough to do so.)
“Oh, stop struggling, you big baby,” Francis snorted. “Don’t you want to meet the band that I manage?”
“…Someone actually entrusted you to manage a band?” Alfred quirked an eyebrow, scoffing. “What’d you do, make them lose a bet?”
Francis scowled and opened his mouth, looking like he was about to protest-and then he faltered, his eyes shifting away awkwardly.
Actually, that’s precisely what happened. Huh.Then he stood up straight, cleared his throat, and looked sternly at Alfred
( ... )
Guns and Roses (1e/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 14:14:03 UTC
When she finally stepped out, still donned in her dress, fishnets and leather boots, Alfred felt his cheeks burn. He couldn’t help but think she didn’t need any make-up’s help to gain a fan or two. God, even when she wasn’t singing, her voice sounded nice (especially when it wasn’t muffled by a door), and when her eyes darted to look you in the eye-
Oh, crap, she’s looking at me. Panicked, he shrank back slightly, while the singer just blinked at him, then narrowed her eyes.
“You,” she said, pointing at him.
“Uh…yeah?” Alfred intelligently replied.
“I don’t know who you are.” She then looked over at Maria, who was examining her drum set. “Who is he?”
Maria shrugged. “No clue. Francis brought him.”
She returned her gaze to him, her lovely eyes slowly roving up and down, until they settled on Alfred’s face, which blushed even more. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Alfred shifted his gaze away from hers and tried to ignore her scrutiny. Seriously, what was she looking at?
“Are you supposed to be my early Christmas present?”
Guns and Roses (1f/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 14:32:51 UTC
Smirking perversely, Francis nodded in agreement. “Oui, the boy just got his license. Isn’t that right, Alfred?”
“Uh, yeah,” he replied. But why can’t they drive themselves?
“That is awesome!” Smiling, Maria went over to him and slammed patted her hand on his shoulder. “Kid, you have no idea how hard it is to travel with this equipment from by transit. I mean, I can do it, sure-I’m just awesome like that-but for delicate flowers like Sakura over there, it’s practically painful
( ... )
Guns and Roses (1g/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 14:49:33 UTC
I hate this character limit thing.
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Meanwhile, as the band rode the train home together with their instruments, Sakura chanced a look at Alice.
“I’m not sure I understand, Alice,” she said. “Why didn’t you say yes right away? You know we need a driver.”
Chelle and Maria also looked at Alice, both looking just as curious.
“Don’t worry about it, loves, everything will be fine,” she gave them a smile, one that showed that she had something planned-which can either end in either a positive or negative direction. But they’d known her long enough to trust her judgment, however skewed it might be sometimes.
Alice stared out the window, observed how the city lit up like stars at night, and she couldn’t help but mouth that cute American boy’s name-Alfred-over and over again. She wanted to get used to that boy’s name in her mouth, how it felt to form it with her tongue.
Finally, she smirked to herself. That boy would definitely be fun, of that much she was certain.
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A/N: I wasn't going to fill this originally (I'm not even sure
( ... )
Re: Guns and Roses (1g/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 15:51:50 UTC
/SCRE
Punk fem!England fic! I'm in love with you a!anon! I will be stalking this fic relentlessly <3 And you put fem!England and fem!Prussia in a band together, so many points to you!
Re: Guns and Roses (1g/?)
anonymous
October 3 2011, 21:12:26 UTC
I know the fill is supposed to focus on US/Fem!UK but... Gods, I'm so much more fascinated by the dynamic in the band itself and their slightly psychotic interactions with each other especially England and Prussia (Why do I imagine them showing somewhat violent lesbian tendencies towards each other? Perhaps to tease Alfred and/or Francis?).
...until he realizes that the grumpy, loner, refined model student of his school is none other than his unofficial girlfriend. That prompts him to want to take the relationship further, and to want to discover who's the real England.
Angst and sappy romance is encouraged!
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At first, the stage lights were dimmed, almost to the point that there was complete darkness. Alfred squinted his eyes to try and get a proper image, but all he saw were shadows. With a smirk and a sly side-glance, Francis watched and waited for his reactions.
Seconds later, a thrum of an electric guitar started to reverberate throughout the club, soon followed by the rhythmic murmuring of female voices.
“Black sheep, come home. Black sheep, come home. Black sheep, come home…
“Oh yeah,” one of them purred into the microphone, a voice that caused Alfred’s heart to skip a beat. “Oh, yeah ( ... )
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“Hey, wait-! Francis!” Alfred protested as he attempted to pull away. He’d heard rumors of Francis and his tendency to drag anything on legs into the nearest closet to have his way with them, but he didn’t think they’d actually be true. (He also hadn't thought that Francis would actually be strong enough to do so.)
“Oh, stop struggling, you big baby,” Francis snorted. “Don’t you want to meet the band that I manage?”
“…Someone actually entrusted you to manage a band?” Alfred quirked an eyebrow, scoffing. “What’d you do, make them lose a bet?”
Francis scowled and opened his mouth, looking like he was about to protest-and then he faltered, his eyes shifting away awkwardly.
Actually, that’s precisely what happened. Huh.Then he stood up straight, cleared his throat, and looked sternly at Alfred ( ... )
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“That was liking me ( ... )
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Oh, crap, she’s looking at me. Panicked, he shrank back slightly, while the singer just blinked at him, then narrowed her eyes.
“You,” she said, pointing at him.
“Uh…yeah?” Alfred intelligently replied.
“I don’t know who you are.” She then looked over at Maria, who was examining her drum set. “Who is he?”
Maria shrugged. “No clue. Francis brought him.”
She returned her gaze to him, her lovely eyes slowly roving up and down, until they settled on Alfred’s face, which blushed even more. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Alfred shifted his gaze away from hers and tried to ignore her scrutiny. Seriously, what was she looking at?
“Are you supposed to be my early Christmas present?”
What? ( ... )
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“Uh, yeah,” he replied. But why can’t they drive themselves?
“That is awesome!” Smiling, Maria went over to him and slammed patted her hand on his shoulder. “Kid, you have no idea how hard it is to travel with this equipment from by transit. I mean, I can do it, sure-I’m just awesome like that-but for delicate flowers like Sakura over there, it’s practically painful ( ... )
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Meanwhile, as the band rode the train home together with their instruments, Sakura chanced a look at Alice.
“I’m not sure I understand, Alice,” she said. “Why didn’t you say yes right away? You know we need a driver.”
Chelle and Maria also looked at Alice, both looking just as curious.
“Don’t worry about it, loves, everything will be fine,” she gave them a smile, one that showed that she had something planned-which can either end in either a positive or negative direction. But they’d known her long enough to trust her judgment, however skewed it might be sometimes.
Alice stared out the window, observed how the city lit up like stars at night, and she couldn’t help but mouth that cute American boy’s name-Alfred-over and over again. She wanted to get used to that boy’s name in her mouth, how it felt to form it with her tongue.
Finally, she smirked to herself. That boy would definitely be fun, of that much she was certain.
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A/N: I wasn't going to fill this originally (I'm not even sure ( ... )
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Punk fem!England fic! I'm in love with you a!anon! I will be stalking this fic relentlessly <3 And you put fem!England and fem!Prussia in a band together, so many points to you!
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totally needed this fic. <3
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I'm looking forward to the rest of it.
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Also Prussia totally stole the show here. XD
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