Can't Live Without 'Em [2/2]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 04:38:37 UTC
He’s surprised to see some of the other faces that turn up: Ludwig, for one, that he never saw coming. He wants to ask, but the war’s still fresh in everyone’s memory that he just can’t bring himself to, so he shows Ludwig to the dining room, and Feliciano, too. Alfred knows the latter definitely isn’t familiar with the practices of the holiday, and kind of wants to be there to see the look on his face when he finds out just what the dietary restrictions are.
Yet another reason he’s convinced that Francis should have hosted. The guy’s got such a way with food- the way he cooks, you’d never notice you were missing an entire food group. Or two. Maybe. He thinks. Hell, he doesn’t know. It’s hard to keep all the rules straight, because some of his people who celebrate are fine eating wheat-sans-yeast, and others who do won’t even touch rice or potatoes on top of everything else.
There’s the tall guy with the creepy face, too, and his whole family. His wife and kid, that is, not all his brothers.
“Th’ Dane couldn’t make it,” he explains. “Brought m’family, tho’.”
Yeah, that one really blindsided him, because Alfred would have never guessed he practiced. Though it’ll be nice to have someone younger than him and Matthew around, he has to admit; he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions. And, hey, if Avram ever shows up, maybe he and scary guy’s kid can take up the mantle. Start a brand new generation, have them duking it out.
“Mm, somewhat,” the guy says, ushering his kid off towards the living room. “Took on a few back in th’war. Back when m’brother couldn’t keep’m.”
Felix, on the other hand, had lost his, it seems.
“I know, sucks major ass,” he confides in Alfred, handing him a plate of pierogi. “But what can you do, yanno? What’s past is past.”
And it is. That doesn’t stop everyone from jumping nearly a foot in the air when Matt’s phone goes off mid-seder. Arthur hisses at him to turn the damned thing off when he’s with family, but Matt takes a look at the text and Alfred’s pretty sure he hears at least five people blow a fuse when Matt tells them that Ivan’s plane finally made it in.
But family is family, and most of all, the numbers don’t lie. Ivan and his sisters belong here as much as anyone else. As Matt heads out to pick them up, Alfred slips him a half a piece of matzoh to hide for the kids to find later. He kind of wishes he could swap jobs with Matt-his Hebrew’s really rusty, and it totally shows, it totally does. He’s had to rely on the little English pronunciation lines underneath the Hebrew text throughout the seder.
Though it’s pretty comforting to look around and see he’s not the only one. Heh.
(incoherent keyboardsmash of glee and joy goes here)
Just. OH. So perfect. And everyone being familially awkward, and the TIE FIXING YES, and ! Matzo! And not being sure who everyone is! And America's voice is incredibly spot-on arrogant twenty-something American boy, just lovely.
His wife and kid, a;rlgh a;l ha;kgh !!!
he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions. I have no words for this. Only XDDDDD
“Cover your head, for God’s sake,” I now have terrible mental images of stereotypically Jewish mother England, and it is terrifying.
I - I can't even articulate clearly how happy this made me. Just. This is a gorgeous fill, and I love it, and I'm grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.
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Re: Can't Live Without 'Em [2/2]
anonymous
September 28 2009, 16:52:56 UTC
Ahh, you have no idea how much I love this; I <3> jewish fic!
Though it’ll be nice to have someone younger than him and Matthew around, he has to admit; he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions.
Hah! The endless battle: who's going to say the four questions this time?
Author!Anon, I like how you've hit on the family bits of Pesach, as well as the belonging bits.
Yet another reason he’s convinced that Francis should have hosted. The guy’s got such a way with food- the way he cooks, you’d never notice you were missing an entire food group. Or two. Maybe. He thinks. Hell, he doesn’t know. It’s hard to keep all the rules straight, because some of his people who celebrate are fine eating wheat-sans-yeast, and others who do won’t even touch rice or potatoes on top of everything else.
There’s the tall guy with the creepy face, too, and his whole family. His wife and kid, that is, not all his brothers.
“Th’ Dane couldn’t make it,” he explains. “Brought m’family, tho’.”
Yeah, that one really blindsided him, because Alfred would have never guessed he practiced. Though it’ll be nice to have someone younger than him and Matthew around, he has to admit; he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions. And, hey, if Avram ever shows up, maybe he and scary guy’s kid can take up the mantle. Start a brand new generation, have them duking it out.
“Mm, somewhat,” the guy says, ushering his kid off towards the living room. “Took on a few back in th’war. Back when m’brother couldn’t keep’m.”
Felix, on the other hand, had lost his, it seems.
“I know, sucks major ass,” he confides in Alfred, handing him a plate of pierogi. “But what can you do, yanno? What’s past is past.”
And it is. That doesn’t stop everyone from jumping nearly a foot in the air when Matt’s phone goes off mid-seder. Arthur hisses at him to turn the damned thing off when he’s with family, but Matt takes a look at the text and Alfred’s pretty sure he hears at least five people blow a fuse when Matt tells them that Ivan’s plane finally made it in.
But family is family, and most of all, the numbers don’t lie. Ivan and his sisters belong here as much as anyone else. As Matt heads out to pick them up, Alfred slips him a half a piece of matzoh to hide for the kids to find later. He kind of wishes he could swap jobs with Matt-his Hebrew’s really rusty, and it totally shows, it totally does. He’s had to rely on the little English pronunciation lines underneath the Hebrew text throughout the seder.
Though it’s pretty comforting to look around and see he’s not the only one. Heh.
Sweet.
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Good work, Anon!
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Just. OH. So perfect. And everyone being familially awkward, and the TIE FIXING YES, and ! Matzo! And not being sure who everyone is! And America's voice is incredibly spot-on arrogant twenty-something American boy, just lovely.
His wife and kid,
a;rlgh a;l ha;kgh !!!
he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions.
I have no words for this. Only XDDDDD
“Cover your head, for God’s sake,”
I now have terrible mental images of stereotypically Jewish mother England, and it is terrifying.
I - I can't even articulate clearly how happy this made me. Just. This is a gorgeous fill, and I love it, and I'm grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.
reCaptcha: pickling Victoria's. Pickling her what?
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Though it’ll be nice to have someone younger than him and Matthew around, he has to admit; he’s getting pretty sick of fighting over who’s asking the Four Questions.
Hah! The endless battle: who's going to say the four questions this time?
Author!Anon, I like how you've hit on the family bits of Pesach, as well as the belonging bits.
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