A Thousand Ways to Say... 4a/?
anonymous
February 18 2010, 11:20:48 UTC
England was rather pleased to find, when he awoke the next morning, that during the night America had apparently rolled over to pull England into his arms and otherwise entangle their limbs. A small smile spread across his face as he reached out to tenderly cup America’s face in his hands. He ran his thumb over his cheeks, watching him sleep and marveling at how defenseless he looked, and then peeked over America’s shoulder at the clock. It was still a bit early, but England was feeling selfish, especially since he’d missed out on quality time with America the night before. He leaned forward and started kissing America over and over, hoping the gesture would rouse the sleeping nation. England’s eyes softened when America stirred and groaned.
“Good morning,” England said gently when blue eyes focused on him.
America blinked at him, then his eyes widened and he abruptly shot straight up in bed. “England?!”
England raised an eyebrow and gingerly sat up as well. “Of course, were you expecting someone else?” he asked in a teasing tone and cupped America’s face again for a proper kiss.
He intended for it to be a proper kiss, at least, but America didn’t reciprocate the gesture at all and just furrowed his brows. “Well, no, I wasn’t expecting someone else…”
England also furrowed his brows, in irritation, and kissed America again. And again. Until America tentatively started kissing back.
“I love you,” America said with an intense, almost pleading look on his face when he finally broke away from England.
“And I want you so badly right now I could scream,” England replied thickly and fingered at the collar of America’s pyjamas.
There was the briefest flicker of disappointment in America’s eyes, but it was quickly gone and replaced with a dark, predatory look and a smirk. America lowered England back down to the bed and said with a chuckle, “I’m counting on it.”
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England felt guilty turning down America’s lunch invitation, but he couldn’t very well record America in secret if America’s attention was on him at all times. Knowing America, actually, if he spotted the camera, he’d want to make a dreadful movie and would ruin England’s plans altogether. Or America would ask him to pick the food they ate, and he didn’t want to explain why he’d want to go to America’s old neighborhoods where they still spoke “local dialects” that were actually foreign languages.
So it was back to tailing America in secret.
That day America had opted to head to a Ukrainian neighborhood, and it was with a great deal of excitement that England fished out the camcorder (taking great care to remove the lens cap that time) and got ready to record America conversing with one of his citizens in the language. If that didn’t convince America that he was multilingual, then nothing would.
While he admitted that he didn’t understand a lot of what was being said, it still sounded amazing. That time, though, England wouldn’t let himself get distracted by how much it turned him on to hear foreign languages coming from America, and focused solely on making damn sure he captured it all on video. He watched the little screen on the camcorder intently, unable to help a fond look as he watched America chat cheerfully with a group of people. For all the internal discord, America was terribly fond of all of his people, he knew, and liked to wander casually among them and just talk. Like he was doing now.
Or was doing. England realized that in the brief time he’d been lost in his reverie, America had left. England swore under his breath and quickly scanned the street for a sign of a familiar bomber jacket or perhaps that wild tuft of hair America claimed was Nantucket, but there was no sign of his clueless lover anywhere. He had followed America to that neighborhood and had no idea how to get back, and to top it off, he didn’t have any money on his person.
Well, at least he’d gotten the video he was after.
A Thousand Ways to Say... 4b/?
anonymous
February 18 2010, 11:23:15 UTC
England received quite the lecture from Germany when he ran back in nearly an hour late, looking disheveled and harried, but he’d had a jolly old time asking for directions back, receiving multiple wrong directions, and getting an impromptu tour of Manhattan he hadn’t wanted. He ignored the questioning look America was giving him and sat in his chair with his chin held high. He was a gentleman, damn it, and so he wasn’t going to explain why he was late, just that he was.
The meeting continued without incident, but then Germany insisted on briefing England on what he’d missed during his absence, and then England was having trouble hiding his impatience. He needed to see Japan about the video, so he could show America, so his life and America’s would be better for it.
He practically ran out of the room when Germany finally deemed fit to release him, but was quickly tugged into a hug from behind the second he was through the door. England tensed for an instant, but then realized who it was and relaxed.
“Wanna get some dinner?” America asked and rested his chin on England’s shoulder.
England turned around in the embrace and kissed America, half wanting to just take him up on the offer at that moment, but it likely wouldn’t take long to confer with Japan. So he pulled away and licked his lips. “Can it wait a bit? I have something I need to do first.”
America was very obviously disappointed, but he just nodded and shrugged. “All right. You know which room is mine, sooo…”
England gave America one last quick peck on the lips before he brushed past and called behind him, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
As expected, Japan was very prompt in bringing up the contents of the camcorder on his laptop, but once again his brow furrowed as he watched the video.
“I’m afraid we have another problem, England-san,” Japan sighed with a rueful smile as he turned the laptop towards England.
“Oh, bloody hell, what now?” England asked in exasperation.
“Listen to this,” Japan said and started the video up again.
The video played without a hitch, however, England noted that it was impossible to hear what America was saying, as there was too much background noise to decipher which voice was which. England clenched his jaw in an effort not to rant and curse in frustration.
“Would you like to borrow the camera again, England-san?” Japan asked sympathetically.
“If it’s not too much trouble, thank you,” England responded as he rubbed his temples. This was shaping up to be more trouble than it was worth, and he was rapidly running out of time.
But when he went to meet up with America and was treated to an Italian dinner where America conversed in the server’s native tongue, England braced himself with new resolve for the following day when he’d try again.
Re: A Thousand Ways to Say... 4b/?
anonymous
February 18 2010, 14:03:52 UTC
Oh, America. *wibbles* So needy, so uncertain. England, you fool. After the previous debacle, where you learned America was so desperate for your approval he'd change himself, he'd give up the Superbowl...and you're still trying to change him? Yes, way to make that "you're perfect the way you are!" stick.
Also, ahahah, I feel sorry for poor Japan caught up in this.
“Good morning,” England said gently when blue eyes focused on him.
America blinked at him, then his eyes widened and he abruptly shot straight up in bed. “England?!”
England raised an eyebrow and gingerly sat up as well. “Of course, were you expecting someone else?” he asked in a teasing tone and cupped America’s face again for a proper kiss.
He intended for it to be a proper kiss, at least, but America didn’t reciprocate the gesture at all and just furrowed his brows. “Well, no, I wasn’t expecting someone else…”
England also furrowed his brows, in irritation, and kissed America again. And again. Until America tentatively started kissing back.
“I love you,” America said with an intense, almost pleading look on his face when he finally broke away from England.
“And I want you so badly right now I could scream,” England replied thickly and fingered at the collar of America’s pyjamas.
There was the briefest flicker of disappointment in America’s eyes, but it was quickly gone and replaced with a dark, predatory look and a smirk. America lowered England back down to the bed and said with a chuckle, “I’m counting on it.”
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England felt guilty turning down America’s lunch invitation, but he couldn’t very well record America in secret if America’s attention was on him at all times. Knowing America, actually, if he spotted the camera, he’d want to make a dreadful movie and would ruin England’s plans altogether. Or America would ask him to pick the food they ate, and he didn’t want to explain why he’d want to go to America’s old neighborhoods where they still spoke “local dialects” that were actually foreign languages.
So it was back to tailing America in secret.
That day America had opted to head to a Ukrainian neighborhood, and it was with a great deal of excitement that England fished out the camcorder (taking great care to remove the lens cap that time) and got ready to record America conversing with one of his citizens in the language. If that didn’t convince America that he was multilingual, then nothing would.
While he admitted that he didn’t understand a lot of what was being said, it still sounded amazing. That time, though, England wouldn’t let himself get distracted by how much it turned him on to hear foreign languages coming from America, and focused solely on making damn sure he captured it all on video. He watched the little screen on the camcorder intently, unable to help a fond look as he watched America chat cheerfully with a group of people. For all the internal discord, America was terribly fond of all of his people, he knew, and liked to wander casually among them and just talk. Like he was doing now.
Or was doing. England realized that in the brief time he’d been lost in his reverie, America had left. England swore under his breath and quickly scanned the street for a sign of a familiar bomber jacket or perhaps that wild tuft of hair America claimed was Nantucket, but there was no sign of his clueless lover anywhere. He had followed America to that neighborhood and had no idea how to get back, and to top it off, he didn’t have any money on his person.
Well, at least he’d gotten the video he was after.
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The meeting continued without incident, but then Germany insisted on briefing England on what he’d missed during his absence, and then England was having trouble hiding his impatience. He needed to see Japan about the video, so he could show America, so his life and America’s would be better for it.
He practically ran out of the room when Germany finally deemed fit to release him, but was quickly tugged into a hug from behind the second he was through the door. England tensed for an instant, but then realized who it was and relaxed.
“Wanna get some dinner?” America asked and rested his chin on England’s shoulder.
England turned around in the embrace and kissed America, half wanting to just take him up on the offer at that moment, but it likely wouldn’t take long to confer with Japan. So he pulled away and licked his lips. “Can it wait a bit? I have something I need to do first.”
America was very obviously disappointed, but he just nodded and shrugged. “All right. You know which room is mine, sooo…”
England gave America one last quick peck on the lips before he brushed past and called behind him, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
As expected, Japan was very prompt in bringing up the contents of the camcorder on his laptop, but once again his brow furrowed as he watched the video.
“I’m afraid we have another problem, England-san,” Japan sighed with a rueful smile as he turned the laptop towards England.
“Oh, bloody hell, what now?” England asked in exasperation.
“Listen to this,” Japan said and started the video up again.
The video played without a hitch, however, England noted that it was impossible to hear what America was saying, as there was too much background noise to decipher which voice was which. England clenched his jaw in an effort not to rant and curse in frustration.
“Would you like to borrow the camera again, England-san?” Japan asked sympathetically.
“If it’s not too much trouble, thank you,” England responded as he rubbed his temples. This was shaping up to be more trouble than it was worth, and he was rapidly running out of time.
But when he went to meet up with America and was treated to an Italian dinner where America conversed in the server’s native tongue, England braced himself with new resolve for the following day when he’d try again.
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“And I want you so badly right now I could scream,” England replied
Oh England, don't you know that's the wrong answer...no wonder America is insecure.
Still, I hope England succeeds, if only because the language kink is hot.
capcha: were ugandan (a hint for the next language??)
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Also, ahahah, I feel sorry for poor Japan caught up in this.
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And America..you know he's probably positive that England is cheating on him and yet he's still trying so hard to make England love him... *wibbles*
These two are going to be the death of me I just know it...
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And OP joins the choruses of "Oh, England..." and yet I love him anyway. Foolish, foolish boys...
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