The Evolution of America and England
Title: The Evolution of America and England
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): US/UK
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Even though England has always looked the same to America, over the years America looks at England differently. Originally for the kink-meme, now edited with extra content.
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It is when England first picks him up, kisses his forehead, and murmurs gently to his new little colony that America realizes that he loves England. England is America's guardian, his father, the one that America never had, the one America never knew he wanted to have. But now that England is telling him stories, giving him kisses, and loving him, America is suddenly struck with how much he wants this. He wants England read to him, to teach him, to care for him. He wants England to be his father. He never says it very loudly (because England insists to be called just “England,” even though he is more than that to America) yet America is murmuring it into England's shoulder as he is swept up into a hug.
“Papa, papa, papa...”
America grows, as all children do, and he is finally hitting puberty. He is over a hundred years old (more than that; he existed long before any European stepped onto his lands). Even so, he only looks like he is twelve, thirteen at best. He is not sure how old England is (he has an idea though, especially once England starts reminiscing about Rome) but England's physical features have not changed since the day America first met him. England still looks like a young man, handsome and strong, and now that America is growing, England no longer looks like his father. Their physical ages are too close now. America decides that it is time to grace England with a new title. The colony dares not speak it out loud (because England insists to be called just “England,” he is embarrassed by anything else) so America just whispers it in his thoughts.
“Brother, brother, brother...”
Time passes. America is older and his growth spurts have finally stopped. He is taller than England now, a fact that continues to amaze (and dismay) both of them. His body has not settled to be exactly England's physical age (America looks a touch younger) but they look close enough in age that they should be equals. Yet, England is a Nation, while America is just a Colony, and America is only there to bring riches to the Empire. This fact tortures America. It breaks his mind, haunts his dreams, and causes him to lash out in a way that England does not appreciate. England no longer welcomes America with warm embraces, only with official papers and stern orders to reign in his troublesome Colony. Every new Act, every new tax, wears on America's pride. America is screaming and cursing (because England insists to be called just “England,” he doesn't want these insults) and America has had enough of what England has become.
“Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant...”
America pushes England away, and becomes his own Nation. There is an ocean separating the two of them, and America prefers it this way. But, despite the distance, America cannot escape England. He cannot even hope or dream to do so, as the English language falls from his lips and the thoughts of England's philosophers help shape his spirit. To the North (his brother, Canada, still a Colony) is tightly controlled British lands, and trade with the Empire lines America's pockets with much needed money. England surrounds America, even from an ocean away. America's only consolation is that England cannot escape America either, for it is American grain filling British bellies and American cotton on England's looms. Yet, despite these ties, the two of them cannot forgive each other, cannot forget. Whenever the two of them must met, America finds his throat spilling out carelessly cruel words (because England insists to be called just “England,” and there is stiff formality in the name when there was none before) or America purposefully shatters both their hearts as he hisses out even harsher lies of what England is to him.
“Nobody, nobody, nobody...”
Eventually that razor sharp anger settles, and a hundred years after their last bitter war against each other, England and America find themselves at war again. On the same side. At first, it stuns America as the two of them fight back to back, not once, but several times in the course of two World Wars. Even though he knows he shouldn't be, America is surprised that England no longer wears flamboyant red to the battlefield. The somber green suits England in a way the American would have never imagined back in 1776. The England who is by his side in the trenches is different from a hundred years ago or even fifty years ago, even though his face is exactly the same. Eventually, America gets used to having England by his side, and even appreciates it. America smiles at England through the terrible pain of war (because England insists to be called just “England,” nothing more nothing less) for he is glad of what England is to him now.
“Ally, ally, ally...”
It is at the end of the the second World War when America fully understands what England is to him. England is drunk, singing “God Save the Queen” at the top of his voice, laughing madly at their victory. Yet, England is crying too. He throws his arms around his former colony and laughs and cries and sings, whispering again and again and again, “Thank God it's over. Thank God it's over.” America is struck with how gorgeous England is, all wide green eyes, flushed cheeks, and ruffled hair, even though England's features look the same as they did when America first met him. Suddenly, England's mouth is on America's and his tongue is invading, and America stops thinking and kisses back. It is then that America realizes (or perhaps he simply remembers) how much he loves England. Even though their relationship has evolved so drastically, England has remained the most important person in the world to America. America has always placed England at the center of his heart and in the forefront of his thoughts, in some way, shape, or form. America wants to tell England this, but can't put it into words. England hushes America when he tries (because England insists to be called just “England,” hasn't he always been that to America?) however America tries again anyway when he snarls his hands into England's hair, and groans something against England's lips.
“Lover, lover, lover...”
Notes:
English philosophers influencing America: As some of you might know, the American Declaration of Independence was heavily inspired by the writings of John Locke, an English philosopher. Going back further, the Puritans also shaped much of America's culture. Hell, we can just go on and on about how British philosophy/culture influenced American culture. *coughHarryPottercough*
American grain and American cotton: This part is set around the 1800s, specifically the 1860s. During this time period, a famine hit parts of Europe, and the British had to import a lot of their food. About 40% of their grain came from the US during this time, which was a big reason why the British ultimately decided to officially stay out of the American Civil War. (Of course, there were plenty of other reasons, but then I'd be writing a textbook not a note.) The Southern States provided a lot of the cotton for the British textile industries until the Empire began getting it from India. Look up King Corn vs. King Cotton sometime.
Genre: General/Romance
Characters/Pairing(s): US/UK
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Even though England has always looked the same to America, over the years America looks at England differently. Originally for the kink-meme, now edited with extra content.
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It is when England first picks him up, kisses his forehead, and murmurs gently to his new little colony that America realizes that he loves England. England is America's guardian, his father, the one that America never had, the one America never knew he wanted to have. But now that England is telling him stories, giving him kisses, and loving him, America is suddenly struck with how much he wants this. He wants England read to him, to teach him, to care for him. He wants England to be his father. He never says it very loudly (because England insists to be called just “England,” even though he is more than that to America) yet America is murmuring it into England's shoulder as he is swept up into a hug.
“Papa, papa, papa...”
America grows, as all children do, and he is finally hitting puberty. He is over a hundred years old (more than that; he existed long before any European stepped onto his lands). Even so, he only looks like he is twelve, thirteen at best. He is not sure how old England is (he has an idea though, especially once England starts reminiscing about Rome) but England's physical features have not changed since the day America first met him. England still looks like a young man, handsome and strong, and now that America is growing, England no longer looks like his father. Their physical ages are too close now. America decides that it is time to grace England with a new title. The colony dares not speak it out loud (because England insists to be called just “England,” he is embarrassed by anything else) so America just whispers it in his thoughts.
“Brother, brother, brother...”
Time passes. America is older and his growth spurts have finally stopped. He is taller than England now, a fact that continues to amaze (and dismay) both of them. His body has not settled to be exactly England's physical age (America looks a touch younger) but they look close enough in age that they should be equals. Yet, England is a Nation, while America is just a Colony, and America is only there to bring riches to the Empire. This fact tortures America. It breaks his mind, haunts his dreams, and causes him to lash out in a way that England does not appreciate. England no longer welcomes America with warm embraces, only with official papers and stern orders to reign in his troublesome Colony. Every new Act, every new tax, wears on America's pride. America is screaming and cursing (because England insists to be called just “England,” he doesn't want these insults) and America has had enough of what England has become.
“Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant...”
America pushes England away, and becomes his own Nation. There is an ocean separating the two of them, and America prefers it this way. But, despite the distance, America cannot escape England. He cannot even hope or dream to do so, as the English language falls from his lips and the thoughts of England's philosophers help shape his spirit. To the North (his brother, Canada, still a Colony) is tightly controlled British lands, and trade with the Empire lines America's pockets with much needed money. England surrounds America, even from an ocean away. America's only consolation is that England cannot escape America either, for it is American grain filling British bellies and American cotton on England's looms. Yet, despite these ties, the two of them cannot forgive each other, cannot forget. Whenever the two of them must met, America finds his throat spilling out carelessly cruel words (because England insists to be called just “England,” and there is stiff formality in the name when there was none before) or America purposefully shatters both their hearts as he hisses out even harsher lies of what England is to him.
“Nobody, nobody, nobody...”
Eventually that razor sharp anger settles, and a hundred years after their last bitter war against each other, England and America find themselves at war again. On the same side. At first, it stuns America as the two of them fight back to back, not once, but several times in the course of two World Wars. Even though he knows he shouldn't be, America is surprised that England no longer wears flamboyant red to the battlefield. The somber green suits England in a way the American would have never imagined back in 1776. The England who is by his side in the trenches is different from a hundred years ago or even fifty years ago, even though his face is exactly the same. Eventually, America gets used to having England by his side, and even appreciates it. America smiles at England through the terrible pain of war (because England insists to be called just “England,” nothing more nothing less) for he is glad of what England is to him now.
“Ally, ally, ally...”
It is at the end of the the second World War when America fully understands what England is to him. England is drunk, singing “God Save the Queen” at the top of his voice, laughing madly at their victory. Yet, England is crying too. He throws his arms around his former colony and laughs and cries and sings, whispering again and again and again, “Thank God it's over. Thank God it's over.” America is struck with how gorgeous England is, all wide green eyes, flushed cheeks, and ruffled hair, even though England's features look the same as they did when America first met him. Suddenly, England's mouth is on America's and his tongue is invading, and America stops thinking and kisses back. It is then that America realizes (or perhaps he simply remembers) how much he loves England. Even though their relationship has evolved so drastically, England has remained the most important person in the world to America. America has always placed England at the center of his heart and in the forefront of his thoughts, in some way, shape, or form. America wants to tell England this, but can't put it into words. England hushes America when he tries (because England insists to be called just “England,” hasn't he always been that to America?) however America tries again anyway when he snarls his hands into England's hair, and groans something against England's lips.
“Lover, lover, lover...”
Notes:
English philosophers influencing America: As some of you might know, the American Declaration of Independence was heavily inspired by the writings of John Locke, an English philosopher. Going back further, the Puritans also shaped much of America's culture. Hell, we can just go on and on about how British philosophy/culture influenced American culture. *coughHarryPottercough*
American grain and American cotton: This part is set around the 1800s, specifically the 1860s. During this time period, a famine hit parts of Europe, and the British had to import a lot of their food. About 40% of their grain came from the US during this time, which was a big reason why the British ultimately decided to officially stay out of the American Civil War. (Of course, there were plenty of other reasons, but then I'd be writing a textbook not a note.) The Southern States provided a lot of the cotton for the British textile industries until the Empire began getting it from India. Look up King Corn vs. King Cotton sometime.