Going Rushing to the Sea [1/2]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 08:18:06 UTC
So er. You're totally getting a srs bzns fill?
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The day after, the boy marches up to America in the middle of what used to be a Dunker church. He is limping and white-pale from blood loss, but is well enough to move and wave a paper of some sort and be so outraged that his shoulders shake.
“That's not what this is about,” he grinds out. His voice has the same rises and dips and slopes that it always does - the sounds of an educated gentleman, for all that his uniform is dirty and there is blood and dirt in his pale hair. “Don't make this something it isn't! How dare you?”
America is wearing no uniform at all. He is most recently of the Sixty-Ninth New York - not so long ago he spoke with his regiment's heavy Irish accent, until they marched toward a sunken road and took so many casualties that it's a wonder there's a regiment left - but the way he appears right now, there's not a single place he can enlist
( ... )
Re: Going Rushing to the Sea [1/2]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 08:35:37 UTC
Not the OP, but a very very impressed reader. Your language is awesome and there are lines there that made me go "ooooooh" in a good way, like the one about having 'all men created equal' carved into his bones. And how England notices his changing. Mmmmmm, yummy~ *shivers happily and waits for the next bit*
Going Rushing to the Sea [2/2 + tasty historical footnotes]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 08:39:20 UTC
“How am I any different from you?” the boy asks once. It is, like all their other conversation, held down the barrel of a gun.
“It's what's on our bones,” America says, because it is the only explanation he can put into words - and when the boy asks how that makes any sense, he doesn't blame him, but he can't think of anything else to say, either.
The war means something to the boy, who is so very proud and so very stubborn and fighting tooth and nail for his right to exist.
In his own way, America is too.
His people just haven't realized that yet.
*
He feels the pull of enlistments and regiments - always the ones that end up in the worst fighting - and wanders from one to the next, swapping language and appearance and religion as he slips between the different parts of his country.
Sometimes he is turned away. On those days he looks down at his hands and thinks oh and finds somewhere relatively safe to sit, where he can wait until he shifts into something else or his people catch up with his ideals
( ... )
Re: Going Rushing to the Sea [2/2 + tasty historical footnotes]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 15:10:32 UTC
That was just beautiful. I don't want to seem silly with gushing, but that was. I also liked how America was constantly shifting around and England seeing it. (Though I would think, especially in more modern times, England probably knows what that's like too.) So...love, love this. <3
England/India, Indian!Arthur. Warnings: dubcon, period racism
anonymous
April 5 2009, 22:31:38 UTC
It is 1858 and sweat is rolling down Arthur's back. It is far too hot for this, but India is spread open underneath him, her eyes closed, her skin shiny with their mingled sweat as he thrusts deeply inside her. He has had glimpses, touches, teasing pieces of her for years, but now there are no companies and sovereign tribal princedoms between them. All her myriad states are vassals to his paramountcy, and she is subject, at last, directly to him. He takes her face in his hands to kiss her, letting his thumbs dig into the bruises she earned in her rebellion, and she opens her mouth obediently for his tongue
( ... )
Indian!Arthur part 2
anonymous
April 5 2009, 22:38:22 UTC
He doesn't want to be her, but he does like her. He forges miles of steel tracks and drapes them over her like jewelry, his fingers tracing the routes from her breasts to her navel, Bombay and Madras and Calcutta stitched closer together.
"Do you like them?" he askes, as she examines her seminal train system. Her blush is dusk on bronze, and it is so beautiful, he thinks, willing his own face to stay dull beige, though he feels his cheeks heat and glow pink when she smiles and beckons and whispers that yes, Arthur-ji, I like them very much indeed.
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It is 1914, and Francis's screams are still ringing in his ears. He is covered in mud, still coughing, soaked to his bones and so, so cold. India wraps her arms around him, her black hair mixing with his dirty blond, and she feels so warm.
"Give me a gun," she whispers in his ear, and it's easy, after all the time he's spent training her to march, to aim, to do this one thing in an organized way, so easy to trust her
( ... )
Indian!Arthur 3/3
anonymous
April 5 2009, 22:47:35 UTC
The War is over and she wants to leave him and that is just. Not acceptable.
She doesn't fight him, but she holds her ground, and every time his knuckles come down on her she is stronger, steadier, more wholly herself, and Arthur feels his feet sliding under him.
"You are mine," he shouts at her, and she remains unmovable, unmoved.
"No," she says. "You are mineHe gapes at her, and she smiles, a faint, floating smile like an enlightened saint, fond of the poor ignorants. Or like a martyr
( ... )
I'm not the author of the Emancipation Proclamation fill, (whom, may I add, I worship, that fill is so gorgeous) but I saw offhand psuedo-request and I just couldn't resists, orz. Also, I don't know if this is quite what you wanted, but I couldn't write India without her own nation-tan, even if she was subject to the Raj for 250 years
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As an anon from India, I approve of this fic. Also, I wonder if the writeranon is Indian or not. XDDD
That said, aaah, you've captured some of the best (and worst) things about India. We have accepted all, the English included. I'll never know that thing about the Bureaucracy either. Just. No. ._.
The language is beautiful and sensual and the imagery is excellent. It reminded me of Indian summers and considering I'm already in it, it's not really pleasant. XDD
Also yes, India was closer to Soviet than to USA, and helped in founding NAM. We still have a Communist party, and the Eastern part of the nation is still dominated by them (and they are close to China as well, geographically).
India should have a nation-tan, and considering that India is as old as China, if not older, it surprises me that there isn't already.
Also, sorry for babbling about the country instead of the fic. Loved your Arthur as well. XD *runs*
As an anon from India, I approve of this fic. Also, I wonder if the writeranon is Indian or not.
Possibly the highest compliment I could receive, I think, and thank you kindly. I am not Indian either ethnically or nationally, (european mutt and American, respectively), but I did live in India for a very formative period in my life and I love the country deeply.
That said, aaah, you've captured some of the best (and worst) things about India.
Oh, no wait, there's that compliment. Honestly, thank you so, so much.
India should have a nation-tan, and considering that India is as old as China, if not older, it surprises me that there isn't already.I half want an India-tan in canon so that there will be more love for her in the fandom, but the other half is certain that any canon portrayal could not possibly match the tan I would want to see, and that would drive me crazy
( ... )
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The day after, the boy marches up to America in the middle of what used to be a Dunker church. He is limping and white-pale from blood loss, but is well enough to move and wave a paper of some sort and be so outraged that his shoulders shake.
“That's not what this is about,” he grinds out. His voice has the same rises and dips and slopes that it always does - the sounds of an educated gentleman, for all that his uniform is dirty and there is blood and dirt in his pale hair. “Don't make this something it isn't! How dare you?”
America is wearing no uniform at all. He is most recently of the Sixty-Ninth New York - not so long ago he spoke with his regiment's heavy Irish accent, until they marched toward a sunken road and took so many casualties that it's a wonder there's a regiment left - but the way he appears right now, there's not a single place he can enlist ( ... )
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“It's what's on our bones,” America says, because it is the only explanation he can put into words - and when the boy asks how that makes any sense, he doesn't blame him, but he can't think of anything else to say, either.
The war means something to the boy, who is so very proud and so very stubborn and fighting tooth and nail for his right to exist.
In his own way, America is too.
His people just haven't realized that yet.
*
He feels the pull of enlistments and regiments - always the ones that end up in the worst fighting - and wanders from one to the next, swapping language and appearance and religion as he slips between the different parts of his country.
Sometimes he is turned away. On those days he looks down at his hands and thinks oh and finds somewhere relatively safe to sit, where he can wait until he shifts into something else or his people catch up with his ideals ( ... )
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Ahahahahhaa yes.
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"Do you like them?" he askes, as she examines her seminal train system. Her blush is dusk on bronze, and it is so beautiful, he thinks, willing his own face to stay dull beige, though he feels his cheeks heat and glow pink when she smiles and beckons and whispers that yes, Arthur-ji, I like them very much indeed.
*
It is 1914, and Francis's screams are still ringing in his ears. He is covered in mud, still coughing, soaked to his bones and so, so cold. India wraps her arms around him, her black hair mixing with his dirty blond, and she feels so warm.
"Give me a gun," she whispers in his ear, and it's easy, after all the time he's spent training her to march, to aim, to do this one thing in an organized way, so easy to trust her ( ... )
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She doesn't fight him, but she holds her ground, and every time his knuckles come down on her she is stronger, steadier, more wholly herself, and Arthur feels his feet sliding under him.
"You are mine," he shouts at her, and she remains unmovable, unmoved.
"No," she says. "You are mineHe gapes at her, and she smiles, a faint, floating smile like an enlightened saint, fond of the poor ignorants. Or like a martyr ( ... )
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Also, the deities India prays to during the WWI scene are:
Sri Ram and Krishna - human incarnations of the Hindu god Vishnu, the preserver
Shiva - another Hindu god, the destroyer
Allah - the name of God in Islam
Amitabha Buddha - the Indian name for boddhisattva savior figure in Pure Land devotional Buddhism.
Mahavira - the last of the great holy teachers in Jainism.
Also, I feel bad for forgetting the Sihks. India prayed to that God too, but Arthur just didn't catch it. ^_^
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recaptcha: Mathieu Fek
No, no Canada this time, recaptcha. O_o
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THANK YOU for doing this. Why don't we have India in Hetalia?!?! :(
(Captcha sez "Loving Roses")
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That said, aaah, you've captured some of the best (and worst) things about India. We have accepted all, the English included. I'll never know that thing about the Bureaucracy either. Just. No. ._.
The language is beautiful and sensual and the imagery is excellent. It reminded me of Indian summers and considering I'm already in it, it's not really pleasant. XDD
Also yes, India was closer to Soviet than to USA, and helped in founding NAM. We still have a Communist party, and the Eastern part of the nation is still dominated by them (and they are close to China as well, geographically).
India should have a nation-tan, and considering that India is as old as China, if not older, it surprises me that there isn't already.
Also, sorry for babbling about the country instead of the fic. Loved your Arthur as well. XD *runs*
Sculptures taketh, o rly captcha?
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Possibly the highest compliment I could receive, I think, and thank you kindly. I am not Indian either ethnically or nationally, (european mutt and American, respectively), but I did live in India for a very formative period in my life and I love the country deeply.
That said, aaah, you've captured some of the best (and worst) things about India.
Oh, no wait, there's that compliment. Honestly, thank you so, so much.
India should have a nation-tan, and considering that India is as old as China, if not older, it surprises me that there isn't already.I half want an India-tan in canon so that there will be more love for her in the fandom, but the other half is certain that any canon portrayal could not possibly match the tan I would want to see, and that would drive me crazy ( ... )
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