One Night in Beijing[1/?]
anonymous
January 30 2009, 21:56:40 UTC
A/N: This is set in the late 1980s, after the normalization of trade relations with China but mos def before Tiananmen in 1989, when a lot of formal contact with China got cut off until post-9/11...because we needed them to finance the War on Terror. Way to teach a lesson about democracy, fearless leaders. This was written with the help of a wonderful friendanon, especially Yao's dialogue. Hopefully the next few parts will be on their way in a day or so, but school might have something to say about that. -------------------------------
Wang Yao stood in front of the mirror, tray in hand, readying his alcohol and readying himself. The night was young, he still looked as good at 4000 as he had the day the Mongols had come sweeping across the plains, and this was the dawning of a new era. Even if preparing himself to please hungry eyes reminded him uncomfortably of the years he had spent working on his hands and knees to feed his opium addiction, this was a new day. Russia had long since stopped being the path forward, even as Ivan
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One Night in Beijing[2/?]
anonymous
January 30 2009, 21:59:18 UTC
Satisfied with his primping, he turned away from the mirror and opened the door on split-second timing. Alfred F. Jones stood blinking in surprise, one hand raised to knock. "Should I be worrying about advances in radar technology right now? Or are these shoes just squeaking because they're kinda new
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Re: One Night in Beijing[2/?]
anonymous
January 31 2009, 00:08:57 UTC
I'm F5ing like crazy over here, please tell me you'll continue this soon, anon, for it is fantastic and delicious.
I love all the hints you give of the larger picture (Opium! Sweden! Aliens! Alfred as a sorority pledge! Japan's tentacle porn!) and just how funny/awesome/slightly creepy this all sounds.
One Night in Beijing[3/?]
anonymous
January 31 2009, 06:09:27 UTC
And Alfred did know. Those wonks from Protocol had drilled enough into him that he knew to take his shoes off before entering, too. (They'd also tried to impart a rule about "one foot stays on the floor at all times" but that one just hadn't made sense. What if he was called upon in his solemn diplomatic duty to skip gaily through fields of flowers? It could certainly happen--he'd had diplomatic relations with Poland before, and with the way things were going in the Eastern Bloc, might soon do so again.) The alcohol was clear, which could indicate any number of drinks with varying potencies. Of course, Yao was going to be imbibing too and Alfred was quite confident that he could drink anyone that slender and, well, Chinese under the table if absolutely necessary
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FRIENDANON DELURKS TO GLOMP J00
anonymous
January 31 2009, 18:20:11 UTC
LOVE.
and wtf? these ficbits must be made with some leftover stew, which seems to taste even better after it's sat in the fridge a night or two!!! *am happily re-reading*
AM GIDDY THAT YOU'RE ABLE TO PUT OUR RANDOMLY RANDOM CONVERSATIONS-ARU TOWARD SOMETHING THIS COOL AND FUNNY.
One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 3 2009, 21:38:56 UTC
A/N: Slow anon is slow, also concerned that this is taking too long to get to the pr0n D:"Did I do the up-down thing right? Don't know how you sing in a language like that." Alfred ran his tongue over the top of his teeth. "Huh, it's a lot sweeter than vodka!" He could blame Arthur for his inability to taste the difference between good and bad beer, but he had a pretty good palate for other types of alcohol. It was one of those things that just about every one of his multifarious immigrant groups had brought with them: a unique way to get well and truly snockered
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Re: One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 4 2009, 21:45:50 UTC
*worships* You're making me positively rabid for this pairing, Writer!Anon. And for that, I love you. (Don't worry about taking a while to get to the pOrn. The buildup's half the fun!)
Oh, and the bit about badtouching Toris made me spit mango juice all over my keyboard. XD
Re: One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 19 2009, 10:19:17 UTC
Writer!Anon this is flippin fantastic! Scheming Yao is so hot and America is... well, America! <3 I actually laughed out loud and had to x the window when my brother came to investigate.
UK accuses China of cradle robbing.
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Wang Yao stood in front of the mirror, tray in hand, readying his alcohol and readying himself. The night was young, he still looked as good at 4000 as he had the day the Mongols had come sweeping across the plains, and this was the dawning of a new era. Even if preparing himself to please hungry eyes reminded him uncomfortably of the years he had spent working on his hands and knees to feed his opium addiction, this was a new day. Russia had long since stopped being the path forward, even as Ivan ( ... )
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sexual mores contributed by people England had thrown out for being too uptight
a blindfolded game of darts where you're not sure whether accidentally hitting the cat is 100 points or end-of-game
(Alfred had later come to the conclusion that things would have gone better if he had had suckers on his legs.)
Oh YES. I await the next installments with great anticipation.
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I love all the hints you give of the larger picture (Opium! Sweden! Aliens! Alfred as a sorority pledge! Japan's tentacle porn!) and just how funny/awesome/slightly creepy this all sounds.
In conclusion, F5 F5 F5 F5!
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PFFFFFTT! HAHAHA! Love it! And the diplomatic skip through the field of flowers with Poland, bahaha!
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and wtf? these ficbits must be made with some leftover stew, which seems to taste even better after it's sat in the fridge a night or two!!! *am happily re-reading*
AM GIDDY THAT YOU'RE ABLE TO PUT OUR RANDOMLY RANDOM CONVERSATIONS-ARU TOWARD SOMETHING THIS COOL AND FUNNY.
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aiya, hao nengan-ahhhh~~~~~ and so is anon-writer <3
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Anon. I love you.
MORE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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Oh, and the bit about badtouching Toris made me spit mango juice all over my keyboard. XD
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You must write moar or I may cry!
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