War and Things Like It (Part 18/18)
anonymous
November 21 2010, 17:36:24 UTC
War and Things Like It, Part 18/18
England was a soldier and had learned to dress quickly. He was already wearing his breeches, shirt and waistcoat. He smiled as he fastened his neck-stock. “Expect that when I return, I will bring orders with me from Parliament for the governors to implement. I do hope I will have your support for this.”
Good presents and icky presents. America suppressed a laugh. There was no way. “Perhaps I could sell my uniform? Now the war’s over, I don’t really need it.”
England’s small smile grew into a toothy grin. “Keep that. Wear it when we meet again. Perhaps I shall remove it from you,” he said, then sighed, deeply, staring at or through the wall again for a few moments. “And keep it for when France returns - I expect you know how to deal with him, now. We’re leaving troops, just in case.”
“Oh. Good,” America said. He stood and went over to grab his breeches and put them on. “I don’t think France would be here for… well, war, anyway. He’ll just hang in New Orleans, talking trade, music, booze and philosophy.”
“Don’t underestimate him. He’s in bed with Spain now.” At America’s look, he flushed, no mean feat when his face was already pretty pink from his exertions. “Not literally, at least- or I don’t want to think about it, if so. All it means to me is that I get to kick Spain’s ass upon the high seas again, too.”
In bed with each other. The phrase had a whole new meaning for America. He wondered if France and Canada- and then he realized he didn’t want to imagine Canada doing that. Still, he’d learned that they had a lot of the same needs, did a lot of the same things, as their people. He wondered if the effects went both ways. His people did have a lot of mixed feelings about England, but the majority of them were loyal.
England helped America button his shirt. He was back to being fussy and imperious, but America liked the whole of him, after all.
England held his shoulders and looked at him, a near-replay of their near-parting scene, earlier. This time, America let England kiss his cheeks without molesting him further.
“Good luck,” he said.
“Thank you, America,” England said and grinned so widely that America had a good memory of him before he left.
END.
Thank you so much for reading! I am made so happy by your comments, thanks-- and concrit is always appreciated! Also, if there’s anything in here that needs expanding-- historical stuff, especially-- please let me know and I’ll rewrite or footnote it before I de-anon.
Re: War and Things Like It (Part 18/18)
anonymous
November 25 2010, 13:08:44 UTC
Wow, that was so sexy! This England is like sex on legs, man, and I really liked the constant references to America's youth and fast recovery. It's amazing that you made it this hot and sweet, but there's still the feeling this is between unequals. Thank you so much for this!
Re: War and Things Like It (Part 18/18)
anonymous
December 6 2010, 23:52:37 UTC
You know, this is the third or fourth time I've read this fill, and I just realized I never commented. Shame on me! Anyway, author!anon, this is fabulous. One of my favorite fills on this meme, honestly. Your America is great, but your England just wins in for me. His characterisation is absolutely lovely. And of course, the sex is HOT. Not just because it's sexy, but because there's so much emotion behind it! Anyway, I just wanted to let you know how much I do appreciate this fill. :)
England was a soldier and had learned to dress quickly. He was already wearing his breeches, shirt and waistcoat. He smiled as he fastened his neck-stock. “Expect that when I return, I will bring orders with me from Parliament for the governors to implement. I do hope I will have your support for this.”
Good presents and icky presents. America suppressed a laugh. There was no way. “Perhaps I could sell my uniform? Now the war’s over, I don’t really need it.”
England’s small smile grew into a toothy grin. “Keep that. Wear it when we meet again. Perhaps I shall remove it from you,” he said, then sighed, deeply, staring at or through the wall again for a few moments. “And keep it for when France returns - I expect you know how to deal with him, now. We’re leaving troops, just in case.”
“Oh. Good,” America said. He stood and went over to grab his breeches and put them on. “I don’t think France would be here for… well, war, anyway. He’ll just hang in New Orleans, talking trade, music, booze and philosophy.”
“Don’t underestimate him. He’s in bed with Spain now.” At America’s look, he flushed, no mean feat when his face was already pretty pink from his exertions. “Not literally, at least- or I don’t want to think about it, if so. All it means to me is that I get to kick Spain’s ass upon the high seas again, too.”
In bed with each other. The phrase had a whole new meaning for America. He wondered if France and Canada- and then he realized he didn’t want to imagine Canada doing that. Still, he’d learned that they had a lot of the same needs, did a lot of the same things, as their people. He wondered if the effects went both ways. His people did have a lot of mixed feelings about England, but the majority of them were loyal.
England helped America button his shirt. He was back to being fussy and imperious, but America liked the whole of him, after all.
England held his shoulders and looked at him, a near-replay of their near-parting scene, earlier. This time, America let England kiss his cheeks without molesting him further.
“Good luck,” he said.
“Thank you, America,” England said and grinned so widely that America had a good memory of him before he left.
END.
Thank you so much for reading! I am made so happy by your comments, thanks-- and concrit is always appreciated! Also, if there’s anything in here that needs expanding-- historical stuff, especially-- please let me know and I’ll rewrite or footnote it before I de-anon.
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...you'll have to wait to redeem them, though. I'll be in my bunk.
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