Southern Decadence [pt 1/??]
anonymous
May 7 2009, 06:58:35 UTC
(This is a combination of some requests, I hope the requestors don't mind. Sorry, I don't feel confident enough to write exactly what was requested, ORZ)
Southern Decadence [pt 2/??]
anonymous
May 7 2009, 07:07:05 UTC
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nap, huh? You’ll need to save your energy for tonight, old man.”
“Oh? What do you have planned, hmm?” France asked, a wicked edge to his voice, and pointedly ignoring the jab at his age for now. There would be plenty of opportunity to show off his superior European stamina later, he knew.
“I’m not tellin’, you dirty bastard! But trust me, it will be worth it.” Grinning, America leaned over to give France a proper kiss, slipping his tongue in for a moment and biting ever so lightly at the other nation’s lip, a promise that was as teasing as it was arousing.
When they finally parted, France looked over at the stove and remarked, “The roux is about to burn, cher.”He left a flailing America to deal with the mess, and went upstairs with a sigh, reveling in the sudden coolness. Though his room was as far from America’s as was possible in the cozy downtown apartment, France did not mind, for it commanded an unparalleled view of the Vieux Carre, the French Quarter, below. How unlike America, to
( ... )
Southern Decadence [pt 3/??]
anonymous
May 7 2009, 07:15:50 UTC
True enough, it was humid, but not unbearably warm, with a light wind blowing in from the waterfront. Lanterns strung from magnolia trees lit the scene with a warm glow, and a feast fit for a king and his entire court spread out all over a large table.
After the initial chaos of making enough space for all of the dishes and drinks, they could finally begin supper. The brothers, whenever they were not demolishing the food, persistently offered France samples of their - to put it politely - “unique” regional cuisine. A spoonful of thick file gumbo, a crust of bread, some succulent shrimp and catfish and frog and cocodrie (did America catch it himself, one had to wonder), a variety of rice dishes, even a bite of the poutine Canada insisted on making whether or not the situation called for it. The smells heavenly, the tastes hearty and exotic and familiar all at once, and France thought he might have to revise his opinion of America’s culinary skills, at least in regards to deep-frying and grilling anything that wouldn’t run away
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fail-writer!anon here...
anonymous
May 7 2009, 07:40:55 UTC
Argh, that was supposed to be the last part of the chapter... ORZ Anon does not guarantee a Mardi Gras chapter, but may continue this. And please ignore the accidental de-anon there, you did not see that.
Re: Southern Decadence [pt 3/??]
anonymous
May 7 2009, 19:14:16 UTC
So very sensual. You make my mouth water, author!anon, but not just from the food. From the atmosphere, of the alcohol fueled dreams that France falls into and just that air of New Orleans... I went there once and was unfortunately too young to appreciate it. Now I want to go back-
Re: NEW ORLEANS ANON.
anonymous
May 8 2009, 01:58:30 UTC
This. I love it. I was looking for something to correct you on the whole time, but I'm pleasantly surprised. well, except that you talk about "donuts" with powdered sugar? We call those beignets, so maybe that would be more appropriate. Otherwise great job, cher! Laizzes les bon-ton roulez!
Re: NO!anon back again
anonymous
May 8 2009, 02:10:27 UTC
oh and just reminding you that there IS a difference between Cajun and Creole. A Cajun is someone whose descended from French Canadian immigrants. A Creole person is a mix of African and french and/or spanish. In this way, someone can be Cajun AND Creole. The "Creole" part usually just denotes the African heritage. Hope thats helpful. Dont mean to nitpick, just wanted to make you aware. :)
Thank you for the clarifications, I will be sure to mention them again at the end of the fic~!
I am very pleased to know this met your expectations, NO!anon, and please feel free to correct my poor memory in future parts. I do adore the city and had been waiting for the inspiration to write this fic. *sounds like a tour guide*
Another Louisiana Anon
anonymous
August 5 2010, 09:17:22 UTC
I have to say, I loved it. So many great paragraphs describing the culture and atmosphere of the area and such a dreamy descriptive style. I like it just how it is, but I also hope you continue.
*now wants crawfish etoufee* ;A;
(And wow, Firefox just tried to tell me "crawfish" is not a word, and suggested "crayfish" instead. *shakes head*)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=1743224#t1743224
Cajun!Alfred and Acadian/Quebecois!Matthew
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=2510538#t2510538
France(or Canada perhaps?)/Cajun!America
The first thing France always noticed about Louisiana was that it was hot. Hot and wet. Hot, wet and dirty. Normally a very pleasurable combination of adjectives to describe something, in his mind, but not so much in this situation ( ... )
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“Oh? What do you have planned, hmm?” France asked, a wicked edge to his voice, and pointedly ignoring the jab at his age for now. There would be plenty of opportunity to show off his superior European stamina later, he knew.
“I’m not tellin’, you dirty bastard! But trust me, it will be worth it.” Grinning, America leaned over to give France a proper kiss, slipping his tongue in for a moment and biting ever so lightly at the other nation’s lip, a promise that was as teasing as it was arousing.
When they finally parted, France looked over at the stove and remarked, “The roux is about to burn, cher.”He left a flailing America to deal with the mess, and went upstairs with a sigh, reveling in the sudden coolness. Though his room was as far from America’s as was possible in the cozy downtown apartment, France did not mind, for it commanded an unparalleled view of the Vieux Carre, the French Quarter, below. How unlike America, to ( ... )
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After the initial chaos of making enough space for all of the dishes and drinks, they could finally begin supper. The brothers, whenever they were not demolishing the food, persistently offered France samples of their - to put it politely - “unique” regional cuisine. A spoonful of thick file gumbo, a crust of bread, some succulent shrimp and catfish and frog and cocodrie (did America catch it himself, one had to wonder), a variety of rice dishes, even a bite of the poutine Canada insisted on making whether or not the situation called for it. The smells heavenly, the tastes hearty and exotic and familiar all at once, and France thought he might have to revise his opinion of America’s culinary skills, at least in regards to deep-frying and grilling anything that wouldn’t run away ( ... )
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Anon does not guarantee a Mardi Gras chapter, but may continue this.
And please ignore the accidental de-anon there, you did not see that.
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ReCaptcha: Washington allure (orly?)
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and Cajun!Al--what a lovely new flavour :D
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Wonderful, Author-anon!
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BASTARDIZED. I LOVE YOU. <3.
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well, except that you talk about "donuts" with powdered sugar? We call those beignets, so maybe that would be more appropriate.
Otherwise great job, cher!
Laizzes les bon-ton roulez!
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I am very pleased to know this met your expectations, NO!anon, and please feel free to correct my poor memory in future parts. I do adore the city and had been waiting for the inspiration to write this fic. *sounds like a tour guide*
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*now wants crawfish etoufee* ;A;
(And wow, Firefox just tried to tell me "crawfish" is not a word, and suggested "crayfish" instead. *shakes head*)
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