Anywhere between 1800s and modern time. US has just recovered from a VERY explosive breakup with someone who had a very blunt way with feelings, no sense of romance, etc.. UK starts courting her the old-fashioned way- flowers, nights at the opera, kisses on the hand, boxes of chocolates, etc. US has no experience with an old-fashioned lover, and tries to play along. Being expansionist, badass, tomboy America, she fails miserably.
Whether it ends in smut or not, anon just wants to see UK introducing Hurt!Fem!US to the ways of romance.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (1/?)
anonymous
July 4 2009, 20:11:38 UTC
Moments such as this were rare. Whenever a fight wasn't in progress, recovery from one was. Neither situation was particularly desirable, yet, in the middle of both, there were occasionally days or even just hours like this where time, temporarily, seemed to stretch out forever. Not exactly a moment of peace, because there was always so much stress just beyond the horizon, but a moment to stop and breathe, to lick wounds and plan the next move
( ... )
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (2/?)
anonymous
July 4 2009, 20:13:45 UTC
“Er...”
“He said he wasn't sure of himself and he needed time alone, so that he could think about things. He was always on his own anyway! He never paid any attention to me! And then just when I really needed his help he abandons me! I hate him! I never want to see him again! Why did he have to leave me? And by the way, he's probably going to try and beat you up later.”
Up until that point, England had been content to let America vent her rage while he chased after her, saving fragile items from their doom. At these words he paused. One hand propped up a vase of faded flowers, the other had caught an old portrait in a glass frame, but his face took on all of the shock and rage.
“He's what? Who?”
“Oh - Russia.”
The world went dark. Noise wavered in and out of existence. Everything suddenly seemed a hundred miles away. England was fairly sure that, in that instant, his heart stopped and his blood simultaneously froze. It was difficult to force his strangled words out through a throat desperately gasping for air.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (3/?)
anonymous
July 4 2009, 20:15:14 UTC
Fighting words they might have been, but England quickly discovered that he had his work cut out for him so late in the evening. A simple promenade alongside the river at night was his first idea. The fresh spark of the night air, the streetlights glittering on the water - what could possibly go wrong with that? Lonely as England might have been, isolated from everyone, he could tell what ought to win a woman's heart.
At first it seemed to be going well. England insisted that America change clothes, which she agreed to with little reluctance but plenty of snide comments on how cold and damp the air was over here at night. Once she emerged in a dress more appropriate than her usual shirt and skirt, they stepped smartly onto the street. America even managed not to laugh when England offered her his arm. She did pause for a second, staring at it as if it was a foreign object
( ... )
Re: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (3/?)
anonymous
July 4 2009, 21:59:02 UTC
Oh man, I squeed with joy when I saw this fill. Been stalking this request. And yours is AWESOME. I love it all. I love England's reaction to "Oh, Russia's going to try and beat you up" and his dorky attempts to be a gentleman....oh AMERICA you don't know how lucky you are. The jacket thing killed me.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (4/?)
anonymous
July 5 2009, 20:56:14 UTC
He should have seen it coming. He really should have. It was romantic, though, it was exactly the sort of thing which might have won America round to his way of thinking, but she hadn't even given him a chance to try it. He had planned it all out as they sprinted through the rain - the dim glow of candles casting a dreamy half-light over a vase of roses, framing, at the center of it all, a lovingly prepared meal, crafted by his own hands
( ... )
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (5/?)
anonymous
July 5 2009, 20:58:29 UTC
Aware that the romantic meal could hardly be salvaged now, the two ended it rather more swiftly than intended. As they left, France waved to America and laughed at England
( ... )
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anonymous
July 6 2009, 07:21:24 UTC
With a note that shook the rafters, the opera burst into its conclusion. England shook America awake. She blinked, yawned and stretched again. This time she allowed him to take her arm as he lead her out. Typical, really, that the first time a sensitive gesture like that was successful she was still half-asleep and entirely ignorant of it.
England didn't sleep well that night. This was partly because America was sleeping well, and in his bed, but as he tossed and turned on the sofa he tried to work out what he could spend the rest of his time on. The only idea which presented itself by morning was breakfast in bed.
Not long later, a suspicious thread of black smoke unwound itself from the kitchen.
England followed shortly afterwards with a plate full of something black balanced on one hand. This he chucked away, then breathed in deeply, glad of the oxygen.
The other hand held a plate of limp and unimpressive toast.
Unperturbed, he made a cup of tea - something he could do - to promptly discover that America was still asleep
( ... )
Re: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (6/?)
anonymous
July 6 2009, 07:50:15 UTC
Squeeeeeeeeee you updated! And what a lovely chapter - England's attempts at breakfast failed, but the rose~ oh that was lovely. And when America begins to cry because of it.... oh man, can't wait for the next chapter.
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (7/?)
anonymous
July 6 2009, 15:02:29 UTC
The incident was never mentioned again. When America finally disentangled herself from England, she ordered him out of the room while she changed and prepared herself for a day already half over. By the time she was done a mutual understanding had established itself that the morning so far, to all intents and purposes, had not happened.
It was late enough now that rather than wander aimlessly, trying to fill a day with activities which sounded vaguely romantic in theory but failed in practice, England announced the crowning feature of any historical romance worth the crumbling paper it was written on. This time he overruled even the loudest of America's protests.
They were going to a dance, and she was going to like it
( ... )
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (9/10)
anonymous
July 6 2009, 17:45:20 UTC
The rain had eased off when they got outside, but America insisted they shelter on a bench under a tree anyway to be on the safe side. The street lamp was a fuzzy halo of orange in the misty drizzle. Her skirt trailed through a puddle and stuck to her ankles, like seaweed, while she leaned against some graffiti scrawled across the bench. A more dismal end to the evening couldn't be imagined
( ... )
Whether it ends in smut or not, anon just wants to see UK introducing Hurt!Fem!US to the ways of romance.
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“He said he wasn't sure of himself and he needed time alone, so that he could think about things. He was always on his own anyway! He never paid any attention to me! And then just when I really needed his help he abandons me! I hate him! I never want to see him again! Why did he have to leave me? And by the way, he's probably going to try and beat you up later.”
Up until that point, England had been content to let America vent her rage while he chased after her, saving fragile items from their doom. At these words he paused. One hand propped up a vase of faded flowers, the other had caught an old portrait in a glass frame, but his face took on all of the shock and rage.
“He's what? Who?”
“Oh - Russia.”
The world went dark. Noise wavered in and out of existence. Everything suddenly seemed a hundred miles away. England was fairly sure that, in that instant, his heart stopped and his blood simultaneously froze. It was difficult to force his strangled words out through a throat desperately gasping for air.
“Russia “ ( ... )
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At first it seemed to be going well. England insisted that America change clothes, which she agreed to with little reluctance but plenty of snide comments on how cold and damp the air was over here at night. Once she emerged in a dress more appropriate than her usual shirt and skirt, they stepped smartly onto the street. America even managed not to laugh when England offered her his arm. She did pause for a second, staring at it as if it was a foreign object ( ... )
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England and all of his romantic gestures and America having boyfriend troubles and then not getting England's romantic gestures AT ALL.
ILU anon,and I await more eagerly <3
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Few modern Americans get the idea of chivarly!
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England didn't sleep well that night. This was partly because America was sleeping well, and in his bed, but as he tossed and turned on the sofa he tried to work out what he could spend the rest of his time on. The only idea which presented itself by morning was breakfast in bed.
Not long later, a suspicious thread of black smoke unwound itself from the kitchen.
England followed shortly afterwards with a plate full of something black balanced on one hand. This he chucked away, then breathed in deeply, glad of the oxygen.
The other hand held a plate of limp and unimpressive toast.
Unperturbed, he made a cup of tea - something he could do - to promptly discover that America was still asleep ( ... )
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It was late enough now that rather than wander aimlessly, trying to fill a day with activities which sounded vaguely romantic in theory but failed in practice, England announced the crowning feature of any historical romance worth the crumbling paper it was written on. This time he overruled even the loudest of America's protests.
They were going to a dance, and she was going to like it ( ... )
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