Thirteen Voices Raised 7b/13
anonymous
November 3 2010, 05:18:27 UTC
Then there is Saratoga. Saratoga is war at every level and it thrills him despite himself. He wants to hate war and he does, sometimes. America’s sure he used to hate it back when it shook him and he didn’t understand but he fights now and it gives him a power that nothing else does. He’s exhilarated and terrified by turns and both of them are like a drug or drink and pull him on while numbing his senses. He sees them all together England, Canada and Holy Roman Empire. Brothers and Stranger, all of them enemies. He doesn’t care.
Victory is even better. America has won battles before but this feels like he’s won the whole damn war. The British are cut off and retreating (and oh god does he remember retreating, retreating, retreating for endless miles and he has no sympathy for the enemy) and the general surrenders and the world is bright. For the first time he wishes he would see England even if only to laugh in his face because ha. That day it seems as if all news is good: France is coming.
France arrives with his usual panache and America would laugh at his clothes (how long has it been since he’s removed his own) but he’s too busy clinging to him like the child he isn’t, anymore, to bother. France rocks him back and forth and runs his fingers through his hair and at that moment America would do anything for him. He looks up to try to express his love and gratitude in words and can’t. Instead he leans forward and kisses France trying to reach him with his soul. That is another good day.
Re: Thirteen Voices Raised 7b/13
anonymous
November 3 2010, 14:43:07 UTC
Have I told you lately that I love you? The relationship dynamics in this are really fascinating. lol I kind of wonder what France thought of that kiss. It strikes me that even though America is going around kissing a bunch of people, the way that he does it, or thinks about it, is kind of innocent. Kind of makes me wonder how European powers treat relationships, or alliances or whatever. Oh and battles are starting to hurt him! You're getting there America! Oh dear, Valley Forge. Not pleasant.
thanks, it's actually a bit different than my usual writing voice though i do love abusing parenthesis. Once this is finished (4 more parts + epilogue) i'm going to post the civil war piece under anything-goes-historical
Victory is even better. America has won battles before but this feels like he’s won the whole damn war. The British are cut off and retreating (and oh god does he remember retreating, retreating, retreating for endless miles and he has no sympathy for the enemy) and the general surrenders and the world is bright. For the first time he wishes he would see England even if only to laugh in his face because ha. That day it seems as if all news is good: France is coming.
France arrives with his usual panache and America would laugh at his clothes (how long has it been since he’s removed his own) but he’s too busy clinging to him like the child he isn’t, anymore, to bother. France rocks him back and forth and runs his fingers through his hair and at that moment America would do anything for him. He looks up to try to express his love and gratitude in words and can’t. Instead he leans forward and kisses France trying to reach him with his soul. That is another good day.
I really hate midterms. Next time: Valley Forge
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The relationship dynamics in this are really fascinating.
lol I kind of wonder what France thought of that kiss. It strikes me that even though America is going around kissing a bunch of people, the way that he does it, or thinks about it, is kind of innocent. Kind of makes me wonder how European powers treat relationships, or alliances or whatever.
Oh and battles are starting to hurt him! You're getting there America!
Oh dear, Valley Forge. Not pleasant.
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And I don't think I ever replied back (bad OP bad) but I would love to see a follow up with the states and the Civil War.
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