Loose Ends / Part 20 of 21
anonymous
May 11 2010, 05:45:24 UTC
“I don’t want to talk about him. I don’t want him.”
Still, France said nothing.
America laughed, to try and make his shoulders loosen. “You say the weirdest things, France! Me, want him! Ha, ha, ha…”
France smiled.
America looked away. “I don’t-”
He cut himself off. He fell into silence. He swallowed thickly, a few times, to try and ignore the way his heart had lodged in his throat. It did nothing.
“You truly don’t want England, America?”
America stared down at the bed sheets, rumpled from their excursion. The daylight was beginning to fade, but the wind still rustled the white curtains. Outside, beyond, Paris was moving-and beyond that, beyond the miles of French soil was England. England…
America shook his head. “There’s one thing I want.”
“Oh?”
“I want him to leave me alone and leave me be and to stop with-” he began. France gave him a disbelieving look, all too knowing, and America knew he couldn’t deny it-couldn’t deny that it was England that he saw, England that he called out for. Even now, even now when he hated him, when he couldn’t stand the sight of him, he wanted to-he wanted-“I want him to… I want him…”
“Sweet America,” France said, and this time did sound sympathetic as he cupped America’s cheek. America pulled his face away, eyes wide and wild, feeling as if he were a cornered animal. “Sweet America,” France said again, “You needn’t have pretense with me. You are not the first one, nor will you be the last, to not get what it is you want from dear England.”
“I’m going to get what I want,” America shouted, hands shaking as he planted them on the bed, eyes narrowed. “I’ll become independent. And you’ll help me, won’t you?”
France smiled, almost sad, and pushed up to kiss the thumping pulse in America’s neck. France pulled away, letting his fingers tangle in America’s hair. He chuckled, low in his throat. “That is all you want?”
“Yes,” America said firmly.
France smiled at him, and it was clear that he did not believe America.
Loose Ends / Part 21 of 21
anonymous
May 11 2010, 05:47:00 UTC
“Then…” France began, stroking the hair from America’s face. “I’ll help you.”
America closed his eyes, focusing on the way the hand against him felt distinctly different from anyone else he’d ever known-France’s hands, only. He pulled the older nation close, tangled his fingers in the hair, soft, silkier than any hair he’d ever known. He focused on the smell of France’s sheets, the smell of the flowers in his hair-
He closed his eyes and kissed France. France.
He focused on everything that wasn’t what he wanted.
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P-phew. *goes to hide in a corner now* I hope that everyone likes it. OP, I'm sorry that it ended up focusing so strongly on the USUK vibe instead of FRUK or even France/America... since it was written from America's POV, it was hard to put in more of France.
I hope you lovely anons out there like this alsdhgad; *ducks away from flying tomatoes*
Re: Loose Ends / Part 21 of 21
anonymous
May 11 2010, 06:09:16 UTC
Wow, you're really fast at writing, and writing well, to boot. This was, I don't know, just so sad and painful yet also hot, all rolled up into one big pile of emotions.
I'm sure OP will love this, don't you worry, writer!anon~!
Re: Loose Ends / Part 21 of 21
anonymous
May 11 2010, 06:17:39 UTC
Wow that was fast. And so hot too. Oh poor boys, both of them so in love with England (or at least want him very much.) I think this is the first ever fic that acknowledges France and America's mutual wanting of England in one way or the other.
(Don't worry boys, years later you'll have your threesome /shot)
...Also I can't help bit wonder, who IS Iggy sleeping with all this time then? His long-time ally Portugal?
ANON. Let me have your babies, because seriously. Not only did you write this quickly, you wrote it so well and it was so hot and so emotional and g-guh when America was envisioning what England would say to him... fffff. Oh England, you hot cockblock, you. I loved him in this fill and he wasn't even technically there.
Re: Loose Ends / Part 21 of 21
anonymous
May 11 2010, 15:47:51 UTC
Oh wow anon, that was beautifully written and the USUK vibe makes me extremely happy. You can just feel America's turmoil and I like the way FrUK was more implied and how France was acting semi-mysterious and vague about England.
Just curious, have you written another fill similar to this? I swear I've seen bits and pieces before in another France/America thinking about England fill situation thing before.
This is my first time writing up France/America in detail, any other time I've done it was just in passing. I am, however, completely horrid at staying anon because this scene is based off a little window of a scene in a fic I've written before, which is why it might be familiar (in that fic, though, there wasn't replacement sex, so there might be another fill out there).
Still, France said nothing.
America laughed, to try and make his shoulders loosen. “You say the weirdest things, France! Me, want him! Ha, ha, ha…”
France smiled.
America looked away. “I don’t-”
He cut himself off. He fell into silence. He swallowed thickly, a few times, to try and ignore the way his heart had lodged in his throat. It did nothing.
“You truly don’t want England, America?”
America stared down at the bed sheets, rumpled from their excursion. The daylight was beginning to fade, but the wind still rustled the white curtains. Outside, beyond, Paris was moving-and beyond that, beyond the miles of French soil was England. England…
America shook his head. “There’s one thing I want.”
“Oh?”
“I want him to leave me alone and leave me be and to stop with-” he began. France gave him a disbelieving look, all too knowing, and America knew he couldn’t deny it-couldn’t deny that it was England that he saw, England that he called out for. Even now, even now when he hated him, when he couldn’t stand the sight of him, he wanted to-he wanted-“I want him to… I want him…”
“Sweet America,” France said, and this time did sound sympathetic as he cupped America’s cheek. America pulled his face away, eyes wide and wild, feeling as if he were a cornered animal. “Sweet America,” France said again, “You needn’t have pretense with me. You are not the first one, nor will you be the last, to not get what it is you want from dear England.”
“I’m going to get what I want,” America shouted, hands shaking as he planted them on the bed, eyes narrowed. “I’ll become independent. And you’ll help me, won’t you?”
France smiled, almost sad, and pushed up to kiss the thumping pulse in America’s neck. France pulled away, letting his fingers tangle in America’s hair. He chuckled, low in his throat. “That is all you want?”
“Yes,” America said firmly.
France smiled at him, and it was clear that he did not believe America.
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America closed his eyes, focusing on the way the hand against him felt distinctly different from anyone else he’d ever known-France’s hands, only. He pulled the older nation close, tangled his fingers in the hair, soft, silkier than any hair he’d ever known. He focused on the smell of France’s sheets, the smell of the flowers in his hair-
He closed his eyes and kissed France. France.
He focused on everything that wasn’t what he wanted.
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P-phew. *goes to hide in a corner now*
I hope that everyone likes it. OP, I'm sorry that it ended up focusing so strongly on the USUK vibe instead of FRUK or even France/America... since it was written from America's POV, it was hard to put in more of France.
I hope you lovely anons out there like this alsdhgad; *ducks away from flying tomatoes*
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I'm sure OP will love this, don't you worry, writer!anon~!
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(Don't worry boys, years later you'll have your threesome /shot)
...Also I can't help bit wonder, who IS Iggy sleeping with all this time then? His long-time ally Portugal?
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ANON. Let me have your babies, because seriously. Not only did you write this quickly, you wrote it so well and it was so hot and so emotional and g-guh when America was envisioning what England would say to him... fffff. Oh England, you hot cockblock, you. I loved him in this fill and he wasn't even technically there.
Thank yoooou so much, anon.
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YOU ARE AMAZING, ANON.
How do you complete all this in less than a day?????????
You're brilliant.
(showers you with cookies and internets) Consider these a bribe for a sequel, yes? ;D
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Just curious, have you written another fill similar to this? I swear I've seen bits and pieces before in another France/America thinking about England fill situation thing before.
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Is the fill to this the one you're thinking of?
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You've captured my favorite things--Sexy France, spunky young America, copious angst, and the SEX holy hell that was so hot so so so hot.
Thank you for writing this gigantic piece of awesome!!!
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