Greensleeves [Part 3]
anonymous
April 20 2010, 22:23:35 UTC
That evening, Ed did the most ungentlemanly thing and slashed the tires of America’s car.
“Aw, man!” America groaned and cried over his precious baby, which he called a red ‘67 Mustang Fastback.
“I suppose I should call a cab to the airport then,” Arthur coughed and looked genuinely sorry to see America so distraught over the damaged car. It was quite a sad-looking thing really, deflated and tilted to the side.
“Nah,” America said, his sniffles finally starting to quiet down. He rubbed at his nose with a bare finger while Arthur fought the itch to withdraw the handkerchief from his breast pocket. “You can stay the night.”
America didn’t notice Tony glaring from doorway, but Ed and Tink did.
“He’s a saboteur!” Tink hissed, slamming a little fist against her other hand, then wiggled her fingers and winced at her own strength.
They were seated on the guest bed while Arthur was humming “Greensleeves” and getting his underclothes ready, which really consisted of a pair of knickers and an “I Love Me” shirt borrowed from America.
“We’re going to have to make sure he doesn’t try anything,” Ed agreed.
Tink flew into the guest bathroom and returned with a bar of soap. She scrapped it around the foot of England’s bed.
“Why Tink,” England said in mid-fold. “What are you doing?”
“Playing,” Tink responded and laughed a flirty laugh that reminded Ed why her full name was Tinkerbell. “I promise to tidy up after!”
England chuckled, finished hanging up his suit and tie in the closet and wished her a good night’s sleep. He was in Morpheus’s arms the moment his head lay on his pillow, and so, he did not hear Ed get down on his hands and knees to help Tink draw the protective rune’s circle in white lye around him. Then they crawled under the covers too and slept like the dead.
Greensleeves [Part 4]
anonymous
April 21 2010, 23:10:34 UTC
The next day, Tink and Ed wandered into the kitchen to find America cooking breakfast. They exchanged looks, but the nation didn’t seem to be making anything more complicated than eggs, bacon, and toast, which was edible and Ed hated to admit, quite delicious.
“It’s not burnt!” Tink flew to Ed’s right ear and whispered excitedly.
Arthur wandered in soon after, scrunched his eyebrows at the food in front of him, but took his first bite with dignity and then increasing speed.
The alien appeared while Arthur was still absorbed with breakfast. His pale-grey arm, smooth like a frog’s skin was bandaged over and he had a suspicious looking burn on two of his four fingers. He glared at Arthur then whirled his head when he felt Tink tug at the corner of his mouth.
Ed chuckled as the alien turned right and left, trying to find the culprit while Tink waggled her tongue in front of him and blew him a raspberry.
“Hey, Tony!” America greeted from the stove where he had moved onto making pancakes. He had already filled up twice on toast, but seemed to still be hungry. “Wow! Are you okay? Accident while repairing the spaceship?”
Tony shrugged and his mouth turned down at the edges as if he were frowning but he seemed to perk right back up when America clapped him on the back and set a pancake with a whip cream smile in front of him.
“I think he’s in love with America,” Tink said mournfully, rocking her legs back and forth while perched on Ed’s shoulder. They were in America’s yard and Ed was admiring the English roses, which grew surprisingly well on foreign soil. Arthur and America were arguing about football further down, by the willow tree. Tony was there too.
“That’s why we’re here instead of home,” Ed groused. “So we can do something about it, since he can’t.”
“I don’t mean Arthur,” Tink sighed while Tony tripped Arthur who stood up and stared at the roots of the tree as if they had shifted without him looking. Tony stood nonchalantly to the side, looking at the pond water.
Greensleeves [Part 5]
anonymous
April 21 2010, 23:24:17 UTC
“There’s something in the pot roast,” Tink said at supper. “At least the slice on Arthur’s plate.”
Ed stood on the dinning table chair and peered into Arthur’s plate.
“I don’t see anything.”
Tink flew out of the room and returned with a magnifying glass and had Ed tilt it over the beef. Then she sprinkled her fairy dust over the lens and the magnification increased multifold to allow Ed to see tiny machines crawling all over the meal.
“What are those?”
“I don’t know,” Tink replied.
They hurriedly switched plates before the diners returned from retrieving beverages from the kitchen.
“--- and that’s nanotechnology,” America said, a can of beer in hand. “One day, we’ll have machines down to the molecular level that can synthesize everything. And I mean everything!”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “And they’ll be able to control the human mind too.”
America sat down to his plate and shoveled a slice of beef into his mouth. “Yeah! It’ll happen some day. I know you think it’s all science fiction, but it’s gonna be real some day. I don’t know why you’re so skeptical about stuff like that. I mean it’s the same as radioactive spiders. They could happen! Not like unicorns who don’t -.”
“America?”
America’s eyes were glassy and he had the strangest look on his face.
“America?”
He put down his fork and knife.
“I have to go back to London,” America intoned with such seriousness that it was starting to scare Arthur. “I had a fine time, old chap. But I must be taking my leave. Jolly good and all,” he continued, shaking Arthur’s hand violently.
“America!” Arthur screamed while America ran upstairs to pack.
Greensleeves [Part 6 - END]
anonymous
April 21 2010, 23:30:59 UTC
“Ugh,” America grimaced in Arthur’s house. “This tea tastes weird.”
“Chamomile is good for upset stomachs,” Arthur snapped, but his face was full of worry. “And probably for bouts of insanity. Why did you want to come here so suddenly?”
“Dunno,” America shrugged. “Just felt the urge and now I don’t. You’ve sure got nice weather though.”
“Ahahaha,” Arthur replied stoically, while Tink took a playful nibble from the biscuit in his hand. Ed watched from the window mournfully as the heavy rain drenched some of his young aubrietias. They didn’t do well with too much water at this age and Tink was fond of napping under their leaves.
“The cookies here aren’t bad though,” America continued, eating a lemon puff. “I’ll have to bring some back for Tony. Too bad he couldn’t come.”
“He doesn’t have a passport,” Arthur said into his tea, his lips twitching into a smirk. “And he’d be an illegal alien.”
America mumbled something around his half-chewed biscuit about the English and their stupid puns.
“I’m glad you came,” Arthur said. “It’s been a while since you’ve visited me.”
“Yeah, whatever,” America said, bowing his head. He was rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck but Tink flew low enough to see the red cheeks he hid.
Ed and Tink were asleep when something jostled them aside.
Arthur stirred. “What?”
“Go back to sleep,” America whispered.
“Why are you here?” Arthur whispered back, only he was till groggy and it came out as, “Whare you shear.”
“You’ve got ghosts around,” America gulped. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen ‘A Christmas Carol’.”
“’M not Scrooge!” Arthur said but settled back to sleep while America leaned on his shoulder and promptly pushed Ed and Tink off the mattress and onto the floor.
Ed and Tink grumbled but got up and relocated to another room, leaving the two in peace.
“We should get Tony and America together instead,” Tink said after the second night, bleary-eyed in the morning. A storm had grounded America’s flight home. She missed the warmth of her human and his 500-thread-count Egyptian sheets. She flew over to America’s cup and dunked her head face-first into the lukewarm coffee. Nasty stuff, but it packed a greater wallop of caffeine, Ed yielded, and sighed into his mug.
“It’s too late, I’m afraid.”
He stared at the two nations who were consuming slightly charred scones and stealing looks at each other when they though the other wasn’t looking.
Re: Greensleeves [Part 6 - END]
anonymous
April 23 2010, 02:08:45 UTC
O-oh god, that was so strangely adorable. America growing English roses is now my headcanon; and good lord, England must really trust his fairies if he doesn't even notice they're drawing a protective circle around him. LOL
She flew over to America’s cup and dunked her head face-first into the lukewarm coffee. Nasty stuff, but it packed a greater wallop of caffeine, Ed yielded, and sighed into his mug. What the hell? :DDD <3
Even without seeing things through fangirl glasses, I have to admit this strikes me as canon: He stared at the two nations who were consuming slightly charred scones and stealing looks at each other when they though the other wasn’t looking. I mean, granted, America would soon ruin the moment by complaining loudly and enraging England, but still!
Whoops! I meant, "She flew over to America’s cup and dunked her head face-first into the lukewarm coffee. Nasty stuff, but it packed a greater wallop of caffeine than tea, Ed yielded, and sighed into his own mug of coffee." Hope this clears it up? Let's just say Tink hasn't been sleeping well because of a certain someone, or should that be two certain someones? ^_~
This is actually my first Hetalia fic and I'm still trying to get the right characterization, so I'm so glad some things read as canon to you!
“Aw, man!” America groaned and cried over his precious baby, which he called a red ‘67 Mustang Fastback.
“I suppose I should call a cab to the airport then,” Arthur coughed and looked genuinely sorry to see America so distraught over the damaged car. It was quite a sad-looking thing really, deflated and tilted to the side.
“Nah,” America said, his sniffles finally starting to quiet down. He rubbed at his nose with a bare finger while Arthur fought the itch to withdraw the handkerchief from his breast pocket. “You can stay the night.”
America didn’t notice Tony glaring from doorway, but Ed and Tink did.
“He’s a saboteur!” Tink hissed, slamming a little fist against her other hand, then wiggled her fingers and winced at her own strength.
They were seated on the guest bed while Arthur was humming “Greensleeves” and getting his underclothes ready, which really consisted of a pair of knickers and an “I Love Me” shirt borrowed from America.
“We’re going to have to make sure he doesn’t try anything,” Ed agreed.
Tink flew into the guest bathroom and returned with a bar of soap. She scrapped it around the foot of England’s bed.
“Why Tink,” England said in mid-fold. “What are you doing?”
“Playing,” Tink responded and laughed a flirty laugh that reminded Ed why her full name was Tinkerbell. “I promise to tidy up after!”
England chuckled, finished hanging up his suit and tie in the closet and wished her a good night’s sleep. He was in Morpheus’s arms the moment his head lay on his pillow, and so, he did not hear Ed get down on his hands and knees to help Tink draw the protective rune’s circle in white lye around him. Then they crawled under the covers too and slept like the dead.
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“It’s not burnt!” Tink flew to Ed’s right ear and whispered excitedly.
Arthur wandered in soon after, scrunched his eyebrows at the food in front of him, but took his first bite with dignity and then increasing speed.
The alien appeared while Arthur was still absorbed with breakfast. His pale-grey arm, smooth like a frog’s skin was bandaged over and he had a suspicious looking burn on two of his four fingers. He glared at Arthur then whirled his head when he felt Tink tug at the corner of his mouth.
Ed chuckled as the alien turned right and left, trying to find the culprit while Tink waggled her tongue in front of him and blew him a raspberry.
“Hey, Tony!” America greeted from the stove where he had moved onto making pancakes. He had already filled up twice on toast, but seemed to still be hungry. “Wow! Are you okay? Accident while repairing the spaceship?”
Tony shrugged and his mouth turned down at the edges as if he were frowning but he seemed to perk right back up when America clapped him on the back and set a pancake with a whip cream smile in front of him.
“I think he’s in love with America,” Tink said mournfully, rocking her legs back and forth while perched on Ed’s shoulder. They were in America’s yard and Ed was admiring the English roses, which grew surprisingly well on foreign soil. Arthur and America were arguing about football further down, by the willow tree. Tony was there too.
“That’s why we’re here instead of home,” Ed groused. “So we can do something about it, since he can’t.”
“I don’t mean Arthur,” Tink sighed while Tony tripped Arthur who stood up and stared at the roots of the tree as if they had shifted without him looking. Tony stood nonchalantly to the side, looking at the pond water.
“It’s more complicated than that, Eddie.”
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Ed stood on the dinning table chair and peered into Arthur’s plate.
“I don’t see anything.”
Tink flew out of the room and returned with a magnifying glass and had Ed tilt it over the beef. Then she sprinkled her fairy dust over the lens and the magnification increased multifold to allow Ed to see tiny machines crawling all over the meal.
“What are those?”
“I don’t know,” Tink replied.
They hurriedly switched plates before the diners returned from retrieving beverages from the kitchen.
“--- and that’s nanotechnology,” America said, a can of beer in hand. “One day, we’ll have machines down to the molecular level that can synthesize everything. And I mean everything!”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “And they’ll be able to control the human mind too.”
America sat down to his plate and shoveled a slice of beef into his mouth. “Yeah! It’ll happen some day. I know you think it’s all science fiction, but it’s gonna be real some day. I don’t know why you’re so skeptical about stuff like that. I mean it’s the same as radioactive spiders. They could happen! Not like unicorns who don’t -.”
“America?”
America’s eyes were glassy and he had the strangest look on his face.
“America?”
He put down his fork and knife.
“I have to go back to London,” America intoned with such seriousness that it was starting to scare Arthur. “I had a fine time, old chap. But I must be taking my leave. Jolly good and all,” he continued, shaking Arthur’s hand violently.
“America!” Arthur screamed while America ran upstairs to pack.
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“Chamomile is good for upset stomachs,” Arthur snapped, but his face was full of worry. “And probably for bouts of insanity. Why did you want to come here so suddenly?”
“Dunno,” America shrugged. “Just felt the urge and now I don’t. You’ve sure got nice weather though.”
“Ahahaha,” Arthur replied stoically, while Tink took a playful nibble from the biscuit in his hand. Ed watched from the window mournfully as the heavy rain drenched some of his young aubrietias. They didn’t do well with too much water at this age and Tink was fond of napping under their leaves.
“The cookies here aren’t bad though,” America continued, eating a lemon puff. “I’ll have to bring some back for Tony. Too bad he couldn’t come.”
“He doesn’t have a passport,” Arthur said into his tea, his lips twitching into a smirk. “And he’d be an illegal alien.”
America mumbled something around his half-chewed biscuit about the English and their stupid puns.
“I’m glad you came,” Arthur said. “It’s been a while since you’ve visited me.”
“Yeah, whatever,” America said, bowing his head. He was rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck but Tink flew low enough to see the red cheeks he hid.
Ed and Tink were asleep when something jostled them aside.
Arthur stirred. “What?”
“Go back to sleep,” America whispered.
“Why are you here?” Arthur whispered back, only he was till groggy and it came out as, “Whare you shear.”
“You’ve got ghosts around,” America gulped. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen ‘A Christmas Carol’.”
“’M not Scrooge!” Arthur said but settled back to sleep while America leaned on his shoulder and promptly pushed Ed and Tink off the mattress and onto the floor.
Ed and Tink grumbled but got up and relocated to another room, leaving the two in peace.
“We should get Tony and America together instead,” Tink said after the second night, bleary-eyed in the morning. A storm had grounded America’s flight home. She missed the warmth of her human and his 500-thread-count Egyptian sheets. She flew over to America’s cup and dunked her head face-first into the lukewarm coffee. Nasty stuff, but it packed a greater wallop of caffeine, Ed yielded, and sighed into his mug.
“It’s too late, I’m afraid.”
He stared at the two nations who were consuming slightly charred scones and stealing looks at each other when they though the other wasn’t looking.
America was playing footsie.
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She flew over to America’s cup and dunked her head face-first into the lukewarm coffee. Nasty stuff, but it packed a greater wallop of caffeine, Ed yielded, and sighed into his mug. What the hell? :DDD <3
Even without seeing things through fangirl glasses, I have to admit this strikes me as canon: He stared at the two nations who were consuming slightly charred scones and stealing looks at each other when they though the other wasn’t looking. I mean, granted, America would soon ruin the moment by complaining loudly and enraging England, but still!
...footsie ♥
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This is actually my first Hetalia fic and I'm still trying to get the right characterization, so I'm so glad some things read as canon to you!
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