...As author!anon looks at the request again, she realizes this is made of even more fail than she thought. Request was for Russia falling for "sweaty, wholesome, rural!America" in the 1970s. Anon wrote Russia falling for idealistic!America, about a hundred years earlier. orz ...It's set in the American Midwest, at least?
Sorry, OP. I really hope you like this at least a little, anyhow.
fields of sunflowers (1/3)
anonymous
June 20 2009, 07:38:18 UTC
Fields of Sunflowers - part one
Alfred's smile is a living thing. Ivan does not know if anyone else makes this distinction between Alfred and his smile, if anyone has looked closely enough at Alfred's smile to see how it is an important part of Alfred and also an existence unto itself, but Ivan has been spending time with Alfred of late, and he has come to know Alfred's smile.
Like Alfred, his smile is brash and brilliant and tenacious. Like Alfred, his smile when it wants something is difficult to resist; more so, even, than Alfred himself. When Alfred asks if Ivan would like to see his country, he smiles. And so Ivan sets off to see America with America, and America's smile comes along, too.
Also like Alfred, his smile knows what it is doing. It is competent but it is not calculating or conniving; it is honest. Open. Alfred's smile is as wide open as the Great Plains, as enormous as the redwoods, as deep as the Grand Canyon, as reliable as Old Faithful, as…as wholesome as the Midwest, America's heartland
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fields of sunflowers (2/3)
anonymous
June 20 2009, 07:39:47 UTC
Fields of Sunflowers - part twoThey fold themselves onto the ground and look up. Alfred observes that the sunflowers are bowing their heads. He looks at Ivan and smiles. "They recognize you
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fields of sunflowers (3/3)
anonymous
June 20 2009, 07:41:32 UTC
Fields of Sunflowers - part three
They kiss again. They kiss many more times, in many more fields of sunflowers. This is what they discover: sometimes Alfred keeps his eyes open and sometimes he does not. This is what they discover: each other. This is what they discover: themselves.
In fields of sunflowers, they bare their souls to each other; their bodies, too. They lie with one another, within one another.
The first time he tells Alfred he loves him, they are standing amidst sunflowers. Ivan cups Alfred's face in both of his hands, holding Alfred's upturned face, holding his gaze. It is the first time Ivan feels like the sun himself.
"I love you," Ivan tells Alfred many times; and many times, not with words but with looks and touches and breaths and his smile, Alfred tells Ivan he loves him, too. Alfred never speaks the words, but the words he does speak-the articulation of his treasured ideals-are even better
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Hjklasdfgh-! This is everything any Russia/US fan could possibly want- oooh my heart~ I don't even know what my fav part is, whether the coining of the heroic mantra, Ivan's understanding of the passion not naivete fueling the nation, or the OMG warm RAIN... I love you <3 My thoughts, they have short circuited. Also, much in awe over the constant warm theme carried over into almost every sentence. Beautiful <33
[You're the same Anon!author from the masochist!Al fic, right? I saw you deleted a comment basically outlining the framework for this fic & you just blew all expectations past the moon couldn't respond b/c of finals, then was deleted; now that I'm free, my pathetic dj is not worthy OTL. If you're not that anon my bad; incredulous mistaken identity, then ^^]
Author!anon is truly so happy that you liked this, and thanks you very much! You've made my day. ♥ I'm gratified you got that sense of warmth, because I wanted to show their relationship as one of more than passion or romance, with a gentler but equally pervasive heat.
And yes, I am indeed the author!anon of that other fill. I'm really happy you recognized this as belonging with that one, as I forgot to include mention of it in a note at the end here.
Yay! I'm glad to make you a feel a 1/1000th of the happiness you've given me. Russia/America really tugs my heartstrings- personal head!canon knows their love will never be sweet puppy dog romance, more like lonely leading superpowers finding a lot in common behind political/geographical differences. They might share mutual feelings of affection but neither can fully act on it, what with USK being a OTP, Russia's unrequited[?] love for Liet, & occasional trysts with China I so wish I could write as well as the people in the fandom. Sorry about the babbling ^^.
Thanks to this fic, every time sunflowers from a floral shop or a bodega's stand are seen I feel a need to either squee or sigh. Kink meme encroaching into real world lol; my friends have no idea about Hetalia so they don't get the <3. I've started to to buy them, much to the bewilderment of my family
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Author!anon's head!canon on these two is remarkably like yours, Anon. Russia/America affects me in strange ways sometimes; I got so emotional when I was writing Alfred's confession in the other fill that I couldn't stop thinking about the two of them back in the day, which is why I wrote this
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Re: fields of sunflowers (3/3)
anonymous
June 22 2009, 17:17:51 UTC
Author!anon thanks you very much! There's something about the Russia/US dynamic that I find so delicate, for all the strength and passion of those nations, so your response is perfect for what I wanted with this.
...As author!anon looks at the request again, she realizes this is made of even more fail than she thought. Request was for Russia falling for "sweaty, wholesome, rural!America" in the 1970s. Anon wrote Russia falling for idealistic!America, about a hundred years earlier. orz ...It's set in the American Midwest, at least?
Sorry, OP. I really hope you like this at least a little, anyhow.
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Alfred's smile is a living thing. Ivan does not know if anyone else makes this distinction between Alfred and his smile, if anyone has looked closely enough at Alfred's smile to see how it is an important part of Alfred and also an existence unto itself, but Ivan has been spending time with Alfred of late, and he has come to know Alfred's smile.
Like Alfred, his smile is brash and brilliant and tenacious. Like Alfred, his smile when it wants something is difficult to resist; more so, even, than Alfred himself. When Alfred asks if Ivan would like to see his country, he smiles. And so Ivan sets off to see America with America, and America's smile comes along, too.
Also like Alfred, his smile knows what it is doing. It is competent but it is not calculating or conniving; it is honest. Open. Alfred's smile is as wide open as the Great Plains, as enormous as the redwoods, as deep as the Grand Canyon, as reliable as Old Faithful, as…as wholesome as the Midwest, America's heartland ( ... )
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They kiss again. They kiss many more times, in many more fields of sunflowers. This is what they discover: sometimes Alfred keeps his eyes open and sometimes he does not. This is what they discover: each other. This is what they discover: themselves.
In fields of sunflowers, they bare their souls to each other; their bodies, too. They lie with one another, within one another.
The first time he tells Alfred he loves him, they are standing amidst sunflowers. Ivan cups Alfred's face in both of his hands, holding Alfred's upturned face, holding his gaze. It is the first time Ivan feels like the sun himself.
"I love you," Ivan tells Alfred many times; and many times, not with words but with looks and touches and breaths and his smile, Alfred tells Ivan he loves him, too. Alfred never speaks the words, but the words he does speak-the articulation of his treasured ideals-are even better ( ... )
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This is everything any Russia/US fan could possibly want- oooh my heart~
I don't even know what my fav part is, whether the coining of the heroic mantra, Ivan's understanding of the passion not naivete fueling the nation, or the OMG warm RAIN...
I love you <3
My thoughts, they have short circuited.
Also, much in awe over the constant warm theme carried over into almost every sentence. Beautiful <33
[You're the same Anon!author from the masochist!Al fic, right? I saw you deleted a comment basically outlining the framework for this fic & you just blew all expectations past the moon couldn't respond b/c of finals, then was deleted; now that I'm free, my pathetic dj is not worthy OTL. If you're not that anon my bad; incredulous mistaken identity, then ^^]
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And yes, I am indeed the author!anon of that other fill. I'm really happy you recognized this as belonging with that one, as I forgot to include mention of it in a note at the end here.
Thank you again!
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Thanks to this fic, every time sunflowers from a floral shop or a bodega's stand are seen I feel a need to either squee or sigh. Kink meme encroaching into real world lol; my friends have no idea about Hetalia so they don't get the <3. I've started to to buy them, much to the bewilderment of my family ( ... )
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