Bridges [2/2]
anonymous
March 12 2010, 03:23:04 UTC
“Good. It doesn’t hurt me, either.”
The river could have been his, though. Or he could have been America’s and the river America’s also, or they could have been each other’s, or whatever America had meant in sending him a copy of those Articles of Confederation, underlining the eleventh article, the one that promised him a pre-approved place in the union, with some scrawling notes along the lines of “don’t want to lose you”.
“Well, I mean, it does hurt,” America admitted, “But it’s okay. I think… I think I probably just need some sleep.” He pulled up Canada’s hand, his lips giving a light kiss to his bruise. That bruise, it wasn’t like the weather that crossed uninhibited by borders, it wasn’t like the blackouts they shared because of the massive power grid, not like the acceptance of loonies in the U.P. or all the greenbacks in Toronto. It wasn’t even the headaches from the complaints of the Americanization of Ontario, or even something that happened in a city like New York or Toronto, a city the whole world had stock in. This was a just a little bridge, a manmade structure, collapsing in an American city south of Canada’s borders, and yet it still showed up on his skin.
America curled up further, curling his brother with him along with the sheets. With America pressed so close against his chest, he could feel two heartbeats, almost feel as if both heartbeats were his, almost feel as if he had four legs and four hands, almost feel the strange invasive feeling that his body didn’t entirely belong to himself anymore.
America tucked his head below Canada’s chin, and Canada realized with drowsy horror how well it fit, how well it belonged there and felt like it should have always been there, like it had never left.
“I love you, bro.”
An arm reached out from their curled body, and America switched off the bedside lamp.
Bridges, notes
anonymous
March 12 2010, 03:26:27 UTC
The bridge collapse referred to in the story was of course the I-35W Mississippi bridge in Minneapolis, Minnesota http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minneapolis_bridge_collapse that happened in 2007. It was kind of a big deal. Or maybe it was just a big deal to me because I was visiting the city when it happened...
Re: Bridges, notes
anonymous
March 12 2010, 04:32:59 UTC
It was a big deal all over the country. I'm in NYC and I remember people freaking the hell out about it for more than a month afterward. You know something's important when us New Yorkers care about something outside our city. ;P
oh, that's clever. not quite what i meant but i really can't complain. it's so...what's the word...evocative. and clever. very very clever. and scarily it quite resonates with the actual countries.
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anonymous
March 12 2010, 05:01:15 UTC
but I just wanted to write a fic about "becoming one" that would put Belarus and Russia to shame.
Not OP thinks you definitely did that anon, and I for one loved it! This is one of my favorite kinks with America and Canada - the supernatural twin bond thing.
I think it`s fascinating that Canada is the one who tries to distinguish himself as an individual, while America is the one who wants to be united with his twin. And I love it when they meet in that somehow. This was beautiful -- thank you!
Re: Bridges [2/2]
anonymous
March 12 2010, 15:53:06 UTC
Minneapolisanon likes this. Your mirror-injuries idea is really unique and works well. It feels like they sleep together because ... they kind of have no choice; they're already too bound to each other to really be independent. Neat fic!
Re: Bridges [2/2]
anonymous
March 12 2010, 22:21:20 UTC
Oh, it's always been my personal head-canon that America and Canada were one nation (one individual) before the arrival of Europeans, and as they had really undefined borders for the longest time (and have passed the possession of some land between the two of them several times), things like what happened in your fic would happen to them more often than not. :) I really liked the tone of this fic. Perhaps it's because I love bro-cuddles, as well as more romantic Canada/America... Anyway, awesome job! :D
Re: Bridges [2/2]
anonymous
March 13 2010, 00:17:45 UTC
Ooh, twin-i-ness ♥♥♥ The US and Canada really are close IRL. If my source is accurate, the use of passports only became mandatory recently. Forget visas. American!Anon likes this. :)
Oh, in this Anon's experience, too, that's very true, and even when it comes to border checkpoints, going into Canada is more difficult than going into America, even when you don't have an American passport.
Anon was also looking at colleges, then the countries don't even consider each other to be foreign. McGill's admission process for American students was more similar to for Canadians that foreigners, and the University of Minnesota gives reciprocity tuition to Manitoba residents as if they were a bordering US state.
The river could have been his, though. Or he could have been America’s and the river America’s also, or they could have been each other’s, or whatever America had meant in sending him a copy of those Articles of Confederation, underlining the eleventh article, the one that promised him a pre-approved place in the union, with some scrawling notes along the lines of “don’t want to lose you”.
“Well, I mean, it does hurt,” America admitted, “But it’s okay. I think… I think I probably just need some sleep.” He pulled up Canada’s hand, his lips giving a light kiss to his bruise. That bruise, it wasn’t like the weather that crossed uninhibited by borders, it wasn’t like the blackouts they shared because of the massive power grid, not like the acceptance of loonies in the U.P. or all the greenbacks in Toronto. It wasn’t even the headaches from the complaints of the Americanization of Ontario, or even something that happened in a city like New York or Toronto, a city the whole world had stock in. This was a just a little bridge, a manmade structure, collapsing in an American city south of Canada’s borders, and yet it still showed up on his skin.
America curled up further, curling his brother with him along with the sheets. With America pressed so close against his chest, he could feel two heartbeats, almost feel as if both heartbeats were his, almost feel as if he had four legs and four hands, almost feel the strange invasive feeling that his body didn’t entirely belong to himself anymore.
America tucked his head below Canada’s chin, and Canada realized with drowsy horror how well it fit, how well it belonged there and felt like it should have always been there, like it had never left.
“I love you, bro.”
An arm reached out from their curled body, and America switched off the bedside lamp.
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Everyone started checking on bridges throughout the country after that happened.
Anyway, I liked this fill. As in Canada is America who is Canada and the lines that divide the two are superficial at best.
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Not OP thinks you definitely did that anon, and I for one loved it! This is one of my favorite kinks with America and Canada - the supernatural twin bond thing.
I think it`s fascinating that Canada is the one who tries to distinguish himself as an individual, while America is the one who wants to be united with his twin. And I love it when they meet in that somehow. This was beautiful -- thank you!
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The US and Canada really are close IRL. If my source is accurate, the use of passports only became mandatory recently. Forget visas.
American!Anon likes this. :)
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Anon was also looking at colleges, then the countries don't even consider each other to be foreign. McGill's admission process for American students was more similar to for Canadians that foreigners, and the University of Minnesota gives reciprocity tuition to Manitoba residents as if they were a bordering US state.
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