[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (5a/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 14:59:51 UTC
14 July 2009, Hotel Inglaterra
England didn’t see Cuba again that day. He didn’t see him the next morning either, or through the first half of the afternoon. But that was to be expected, he supposed. After all, it wasn’t as if Cuba didn’t have work to be doing. England contemplated stopping by his office, just to see if he was there, but eventually decided against it. If not before, then he would definitely see Cuba that evening at the first performance of the Royal Ballet Company.
England spent a good hour of the morning on the phone to America. He had called him back the night before, of course, to assure him that Cuba was just being a dick and to disregard everything that he had said. It was quite an embarrassing conversation, at least for England - America went off on a rant about what he would do if Cuba threatened England’s virtue again, whatever that was supposed to mean - and so England faked losing his signal and hung up, turning off his phone before America could call him back.
He couldn’t escape the next morning, however, and America called to make sure that he hadn’t been molested during the night. Once America had been reassured that there had been a definite lack of sexual harassment over the past twelve hours or so, he started talking enthusiastically about something to do with giant robots and laser guns and England thought he heard him mention aliens a couple of times, but by that point he had mainly tuned out and was reading the newspaper while making occasional bored noises to let America know that he wasn’t listening to a word he was saying.
By the time 3pm rolled around, England had ventured down to the hotel’s private beach and walked a little way along the coastline, shoes dangling from his hand as he splashed barefoot through the breaking surf on the shore. He hadn’t got far when he was brought out of his inner musings by the sudden awareness of another person falling into step beside him.
“Got sunburnt yet?” Cuba asked, ignoring all conversation-starting conventions in his usual way. His tone was slightly softer than normal and his hand brushed lightly against England’s as they walked. England recognised this as the precursor to an apology; a method of testing the waters and determining whether England was in the mood to kiss and make up.
“Not yet,” he replied neutrally. “But we both know that it’s only a matter of time.” They walked a little further and then Cuba gently touched his arm, starting to head inwards as the beach tapered off into a narrow strip of rocks, leading England past the last straggling tourists trying to find a place in the sun. They walked in silence over the sand until it turned to grass, and Cuba only stopped them when they were among a group of trees, out of sight from the beach but still able to glimpse the blue of the sea between the trunks.
[Cuba/England] Accented Spanish and Sugar (5b/?)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 15:01:19 UTC
“America’s a jerk,” were the first words out of Cuba’s mouth, and England rolled his eyes at this typical statement. “I only wanted to piss him off,” Cuba carried on, resolutely keeping his gaze from making eye contact with England. He scuffed his shoe on the ground a bit and mumbled, “I like you though, and I know I can’t stop you being friends with him. So, uh. I won’t use you to annoy him again.” It was such an adorably awkward and indirect apology that it awakened certain instincts in England, giving him the strange urge to pat Cuba on the head and call him a good boy.
“Thank you,” he replied instead, and Cuba finally looked at him, relief clear in his gaze now that he had got that over with. England couldn’t help but smile. He knew that Cuba had a stubborn streak and it somehow made him feel warm inside to know that Cuba prioritised him over his pride. “I’ve sorted things out with America now anyway,” he said as he slipped his shoes back on, “so don’t worry about it. Now,” he turned around and started making his way back through the trees, “shall we go back to the-“ His sentence died as two strong arms wrapped themselves around him, stopping his progress and tugging him gently backwards so that he could feel Cuba’s chest on his back, his face turned into England’s hair.
“You know,” Cuba said softly, his breath blowing strands of England’s blond locks, making them tickle against his temple, “I’m only sorry for the phone call.” He moved his hands down England’s sides, slowly, sensually, letting his fingers drag in the softness of the cotton t-shirt separating skin from skin. “I’m not going to apologise for kissing you.” Something about the way he said ‘kissing’, shaping the word sugar-sweet in his language, gave it connotations that slipped beyond the innocence of a kiss and into the realms of the deeper pleasures of sex. England shivered as Cuba’s fingers moulded themselves to his hips, and then Cuba rolled his own hips, pressing against him, and England moaned low in the back of his throat, tilting his head back and flicking his tongue out, wetting his lips.
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” he murmured, voice lost in the slight Caribbean breeze and the susurrus that it whispered into life. He turned slowly, slipping through Cuba’s hold like water, and their lips brushed together into a kiss, lazy and sensual, moving their mouths against each other to the sound of the waves breaking quietly onto the shore.
So, because this is the most researched rarepair in the history of rarepairs, have some notes on UK-Cuba relations.
The Royal Ballet Company really did visit Cuba in July 2009 on a five day visit. It was incredibly popular - every ticket sold within hours of them being put on sale.
Part 2 is about the USA having imposed a trade embargo on Cuba since 1960 as a protest against human rights breaches made by the government plus the fact that, you know, Cuba is communist and the embargo was started during the Cold War... US citizens are also not allowed to travel to Cuba (though I think this is being revised at the moment...it might have already been overturned. In 2009 it was still active, anyway). Trade laws have been relaxed in 2000 though, with it being legal now to sell some 'humanitarian' goods to Cuba.
At UN General Assemblies since 1992, every single country except the USA and literally only a couple of other countries have voted against the embargo since it's not really working. At all. In fact, the EU are so convinced that it's doing more harm to the Cuban population than actually helping them (as well as harming trade opportunities for Europe) that they've actually passed a law making it illegal for EU citizens to obey the US law enforcing the embargo.
Part 4 is, obviously, the Cuban Missile Crisis where Russia supplied Cuba with nuclear missiles. The USA found out, and since being surrounded by Communists with nukes ranks pretty highly on America's DO NOT WANT scale, they put a stop to it. Some years earlier, though, the US had set up missiles in the UK which could bomb Moscow if necessary. I think they set up nukes in other countries too, but I don't remember which ones x_x
Random anon here absolutely adores this fill, and the way it has been written... it's just incredibly, oh, would desirable be the right word for it? Incredibly, desirably, wonderful.
The fact that it feels like a pairing that's forbidden (America is watching you in possessive ways, my dear country! O//o) makes it a whole lot hotter, I swear.
Rare pairing and a really good story so far, where on earth can you go wrong?
I didn't know what i expected when i started reading this, but this amazing, utterly SPLENDID fill definitely burned all my expectations and laughed at them with its AWESOMENESS.
this is... gods, it's terribly well written, and the characterization, and the characters and CUBA and ENGLAND and OMG, it's splendid. i love every second of it, and damn, cuba/england is SO hot it makes me drool all over my computer *_*
i can't wait to see more of this, anon. you're a deliciously great writer. X3
EEeeeeee, there's another one! And it's not even a oneshot this time! :O
It's sooo good. The way they both know their being used, and America being, just, himself, and CUBA. Oh man, he seriously needs more love on this meme. Like hardcore. And the hatesex and just... everything. GUH.
Everything about this fill is so incredibly fapp-worthy I don't even know where to start, considering I never thought this pairing was even possible. Kudos for spot-on characterization. Gods, everything is truly wonderful, like the hatesex, history (Cuban Missile Crisis ftw), America's bitter reaction, snarky fluff, reference to England's punk years, adorable apology at the end, England speaking (accented?) Spanish-!
Nations speaking the host nation's language is my new canon from now on. Just cause it gives more excuse for hot foreign languages.
Not only that, this Americanon has been squicked by the portrayal of US foreign policy in a lot of Hetalia fics. As much as I love my country, he really isn't the shining beacon of golden hope for the world who never means to harm anybody. He has been a jackass and still is to a lot of nations, and I like that this fill sheds some light on that, too.
Anywho, congratulations anon, you've opened the door to a beautiful new rare ship. I'm absolutely sold. Will be camping out here for more amazingness. <3333
Why am I stuck with the mental image of England doing a ballet dance for Cuba? ._.
England didn’t see Cuba again that day. He didn’t see him the next morning either, or through the first half of the afternoon. But that was to be expected, he supposed. After all, it wasn’t as if Cuba didn’t have work to be doing. England contemplated stopping by his office, just to see if he was there, but eventually decided against it. If not before, then he would definitely see Cuba that evening at the first performance of the Royal Ballet Company.
England spent a good hour of the morning on the phone to America. He had called him back the night before, of course, to assure him that Cuba was just being a dick and to disregard everything that he had said. It was quite an embarrassing conversation, at least for England - America went off on a rant about what he would do if Cuba threatened England’s virtue again, whatever that was supposed to mean - and so England faked losing his signal and hung up, turning off his phone before America could call him back.
He couldn’t escape the next morning, however, and America called to make sure that he hadn’t been molested during the night. Once America had been reassured that there had been a definite lack of sexual harassment over the past twelve hours or so, he started talking enthusiastically about something to do with giant robots and laser guns and England thought he heard him mention aliens a couple of times, but by that point he had mainly tuned out and was reading the newspaper while making occasional bored noises to let America know that he wasn’t listening to a word he was saying.
By the time 3pm rolled around, England had ventured down to the hotel’s private beach and walked a little way along the coastline, shoes dangling from his hand as he splashed barefoot through the breaking surf on the shore. He hadn’t got far when he was brought out of his inner musings by the sudden awareness of another person falling into step beside him.
“Got sunburnt yet?” Cuba asked, ignoring all conversation-starting conventions in his usual way. His tone was slightly softer than normal and his hand brushed lightly against England’s as they walked. England recognised this as the precursor to an apology; a method of testing the waters and determining whether England was in the mood to kiss and make up.
“Not yet,” he replied neutrally. “But we both know that it’s only a matter of time.” They walked a little further and then Cuba gently touched his arm, starting to head inwards as the beach tapered off into a narrow strip of rocks, leading England past the last straggling tourists trying to find a place in the sun. They walked in silence over the sand until it turned to grass, and Cuba only stopped them when they were among a group of trees, out of sight from the beach but still able to glimpse the blue of the sea between the trunks.
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“Thank you,” he replied instead, and Cuba finally looked at him, relief clear in his gaze now that he had got that over with. England couldn’t help but smile. He knew that Cuba had a stubborn streak and it somehow made him feel warm inside to know that Cuba prioritised him over his pride. “I’ve sorted things out with America now anyway,” he said as he slipped his shoes back on, “so don’t worry about it. Now,” he turned around and started making his way back through the trees, “shall we go back to the-“ His sentence died as two strong arms wrapped themselves around him, stopping his progress and tugging him gently backwards so that he could feel Cuba’s chest on his back, his face turned into England’s hair.
“You know,” Cuba said softly, his breath blowing strands of England’s blond locks, making them tickle against his temple, “I’m only sorry for the phone call.” He moved his hands down England’s sides, slowly, sensually, letting his fingers drag in the softness of the cotton t-shirt separating skin from skin. “I’m not going to apologise for kissing you.” Something about the way he said ‘kissing’, shaping the word sugar-sweet in his language, gave it connotations that slipped beyond the innocence of a kiss and into the realms of the deeper pleasures of sex. England shivered as Cuba’s fingers moulded themselves to his hips, and then Cuba rolled his own hips, pressing against him, and England moaned low in the back of his throat, tilting his head back and flicking his tongue out, wetting his lips.
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” he murmured, voice lost in the slight Caribbean breeze and the susurrus that it whispered into life. He turned slowly, slipping through Cuba’s hold like water, and their lips brushed together into a kiss, lazy and sensual, moving their mouths against each other to the sound of the waves breaking quietly onto the shore.
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The Royal Ballet Company really did visit Cuba in July 2009 on a five day visit. It was incredibly popular - every ticket sold within hours of them being put on sale.
Part 2 is about the USA having imposed a trade embargo on Cuba since 1960 as a protest against human rights breaches made by the government plus the fact that, you know, Cuba is communist and the embargo was started during the Cold War... US citizens are also not allowed to travel to Cuba (though I think this is being revised at the moment...it might have already been overturned. In 2009 it was still active, anyway). Trade laws have been relaxed in 2000 though, with it being legal now to sell some 'humanitarian' goods to Cuba.
At UN General Assemblies since 1992, every single country except the USA and literally only a couple of other countries have voted against the embargo since it's not really working. At all. In fact, the EU are so convinced that it's doing more harm to the Cuban population than actually helping them (as well as harming trade opportunities for Europe) that they've actually passed a law making it illegal for EU citizens to obey the US law enforcing the embargo.
Part 4 is, obviously, the Cuban Missile Crisis where Russia supplied Cuba with nuclear missiles. The USA found out, and since being surrounded by Communists with nukes ranks pretty highly on America's DO NOT WANT scale, they put a stop to it. Some years earlier, though, the US had set up missiles in the UK which could bomb Moscow if necessary. I think they set up nukes in other countries too, but I don't remember which ones x_x
That's all for now...
TBC
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i never thought that Cuba/England would be this hot
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The fact that it feels like a pairing that's forbidden (America is watching you in possessive ways, my dear country! O//o) makes it a whole lot hotter, I swear.
Rare pairing and a really good story so far, where on earth can you go wrong?
Much praise to Author!Anon~ Please do continue!!
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I think I'll be setting up camp here to wait for an update.
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this is... gods, it's terribly well written, and the characterization, and the characters and CUBA and ENGLAND and OMG, it's splendid. i love every second of it, and damn, cuba/england is SO hot it makes me drool all over my computer *_*
i can't wait to see more of this, anon. you're a deliciously great writer. X3
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It's sooo good. The way they both know their being used, and America being, just, himself, and CUBA. Oh man, he seriously needs more love on this meme. Like hardcore. And the hatesex and just... everything. GUH.
Continue, please. :3
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I never thought such a rare pairing could be so hot.
This is delicious, anon.
WANTWANTWANT is all I can say.
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Everything about this fill is so incredibly fapp-worthy I don't even know where to start, considering I never thought this pairing was even possible. Kudos for spot-on characterization. Gods, everything is truly wonderful, like the hatesex, history (Cuban Missile Crisis ftw), America's bitter reaction, snarky fluff, reference to England's punk years, adorable apology at the end, England speaking (accented?) Spanish-!
Nations speaking the host nation's language is my new canon from now on. Just cause it gives more excuse for hot foreign languages.
Not only that, this Americanon has been squicked by the portrayal of US foreign policy in a lot of Hetalia fics. As much as I love my country, he really isn't the shining beacon of golden hope for the world who never means to harm anybody. He has been a jackass and still is to a lot of nations, and I like that this fill sheds some light on that, too.
Anywho, congratulations anon, you've opened the door to a beautiful new rare ship. I'm absolutely sold. Will be camping out here for more amazingness. <3333
Why am I stuck with the mental image of England doing a ballet dance for Cuba? ._.
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