Untitled 1a/?
anonymous
February 6 2011, 21:34:15 UTC
Ah, this is my first fill. I hope I’m doing it right, and I hope this is okay, OP. And I hope you don‘t mind some USUK.
“So, which one d’you want to watch tonight? Superman or Superman II? I don’t mind either way. Or we could watch Superman Returns, if you want. That’s pretty good, I guess. You know, for a reboot,” America was saying cheerfully on England‘s right.
England closed his eyes, and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
He and America were seated at the table - alone since they had both arrived early for a change - and ready for another world meeting where no one would get along and there would probably wars starting all over the place by the time it had ended; because that was just how the meetings had been going lately. And since it was being held in London, England had the unfortunate job of being the lead speaker. Suffice to say, he wasn’t in a very good mood.
It was enough to give anyone a headache, and on top of that there was America; America who insisted on charging right on up to England as soon as he arrived and asking animatedly, “wouldn’t it be fucking great if they saw a film together tonight?”, and wouldn’t ‘Superman’ or ‘Batman’ or fucking ’Captain America’ be just “awesome!”
England swore to high heaven, if he had to hear about any of those fucking American superheroes one more time--
“England, are you listening to me?!” America waved his hand in front of England’s face. “Earth to England!”
“Yes, yes, I heard you.” England batted America’s hand away, and opened his eyes, looking up at America, who took that as a sign to start talking again.
“So, okay, if you don’t wanna watch a Superman movie, then how about Spider-Man? Spider-Man 2’s my favourite of the new trilogy - we can watch that, if you want! Yeah, I think that‘d be good - you‘ve seen Spider-Man 1, right?”
England’s head fell against the desk and he groaned.
“No? How about X-Men? Batman Begins? Iron Man? The Fantastic Four? C‘mon, there‘s whole range of movies for you to choose from here! And I‘m giving you the option.”
“America!” England glared at the other nation, and internally congratulated himself for resisting the urge to hit him around the head. “For Christ sake, if you want to watch a film with me, couldn’t we… please watch something else tonight? Something that isn’t about superheroes?” He paused. “--Or American.”
“What? No way, they‘re the best ones!” America frowned for a moment. “I guess if you didn’t want to watch something… I have stuff we could read--”
“Read?” England’s face fell into one of surprise. “You really want to read rather than watch one of those blasted films?”
“Yeah, I have a ton of comic books--”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake--” England shook his head in exasperation.
“C’mon, England. What d’you have against these guys - Superman and Batman and the classics?”
“They’re so….” He frowned, searching for the right word. “…American,” he finally scoffed, as though it were an insult.
America was unfazed. “Well duh, that’s what makes them awesome!”
Anything England was about to retort in reply was lost as the door opened and other nations began filing in for the world meeting. “I’ll see you at my hotel room tonight,” America murmured, and before England could reply, Germany had called for quiet and he was hushed into silence and forced to begin the meeting.
Untitled 1b/?
anonymous
February 6 2011, 21:37:46 UTC
The evening with America was, as England expected, full of the most irritating and painful American superhero films he could have imagined. Men flying around with their underwear over their trousers and ordinary, American people (frankly, rather dim-witted people, he might add), who didn’t seem to be able to realise that the ‘superhero’ they were fawning over was in fact a co-worker, friend or love interest of theirs.
America, of course, was in awe the whole way through. He stared at the screen with his mouth open in some sort of amazed daze, moving only to shove pop corn into his mouth. England took a point of keeping his arms crossed against his chest and scowling through the entire movie.
Once the film was finally over, America leaned back against the sofa and turned to England, a great big grin on his face. “So, was that awesome or what?”
England looked over at him with a scowl, but decided not to comment.
“Aw, don’t look at me like that, England - I know you enjoyed that one! It was the most awesome--”
England gave a snort, shaking his head. “A load of drivel, is what it was. Honestly, America, I swear your films are getting worse. They‘re all the same.” “Oh, c’mon, England! I mean, it’s Superman! How can anyone hate Superman? Or any superhero?”
“Quite easily, I assure you.,” said England snippily.
“I guess that means you won’t wanna come see the new Spiderman film with me next year then, huh?” He raised his eyebrows and smirked, as though he would be denying England something spectacular.
England resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You would be correct to make that assumption.”
“Aw, England - you know the new guy playing Spiderman is British, right?” said America, then paused. “Well, actually he’s British-American, but still.”
“Hm, you seem to be hiring a lot of British ‘superheroes’ lately,” said England quietly, eyes on the TV where the credits were slowly rolling down the screen.
America frowned. “Huh?”
“Well, Andrew Garfield is playing Spiderman. And didn’t you cast Henry Cavill, an British actor, as the new Superman not long ago?”
America laughed. “Ooh, wow, England; two guys. Big deal. I thought you‘d be glad your actors aren‘t just the villains anymore.” He paused then, and added, “They’re still gonna have American accents though, you know.”
“I suppose it makes a nice change. I’m just saying: you keep casting American actors and someone would think you had a hard-on for the British,” he joked. He gave a short laugh, and failed to see the blush that graced America’s cheeks at that remark.
England sighed and stood up, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the sofa. “Well, anyway. Now that your ridiculous film is over I think I should get going. It’s getting late.”
“Oh,” said America, and he almost sounded disappointed. “Well, it’s kinda dark and you walked here, didn’t you? You want me to drive you back? I rented a car, and--”
England scowled. “I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself, you prat. Honestly.” England stopped at the doorway, and turned to see America shrug and start flicking through TV channels, stopping on another vile American movie.
However, England failed to notice the fae hovering above him, whispering in forgotten tongue and staring down at him. It was just as he felt a strange dizzy feeling momentarily come over him that he frowned and looked up. But there was nothing there. He frowned.
“Uh, England?” England looked back to see America staring at him. “I thought you were going?”
“Oh, yes. I am.” Shaking himself of the strange feeling, England turned from the hotel room and headed home.
Ah, I hope this was okay. And I'm no expert on superheoes so sorry if anything is incorrect on that front. I'll try and get up the next part asap.
“So, which one d’you want to watch tonight? Superman or Superman II? I don’t mind either way. Or we could watch Superman Returns, if you want. That’s pretty good, I guess. You know, for a reboot,” America was saying cheerfully on England‘s right.
England closed his eyes, and squeezed the bridge of his nose.
He and America were seated at the table - alone since they had both arrived early for a change - and ready for another world meeting where no one would get along and there would probably wars starting all over the place by the time it had ended; because that was just how the meetings had been going lately. And since it was being held in London, England had the unfortunate job of being the lead speaker. Suffice to say, he wasn’t in a very good mood.
It was enough to give anyone a headache, and on top of that there was America; America who insisted on charging right on up to England as soon as he arrived and asking animatedly, “wouldn’t it be fucking great if they saw a film together tonight?”, and wouldn’t ‘Superman’ or ‘Batman’ or fucking ’Captain America’ be just “awesome!”
England swore to high heaven, if he had to hear about any of those fucking American superheroes one more time--
“England, are you listening to me?!” America waved his hand in front of England’s face. “Earth to England!”
“Yes, yes, I heard you.” England batted America’s hand away, and opened his eyes, looking up at America, who took that as a sign to start talking again.
“So, okay, if you don’t wanna watch a Superman movie, then how about Spider-Man? Spider-Man 2’s my favourite of the new trilogy - we can watch that, if you want! Yeah, I think that‘d be good - you‘ve seen Spider-Man 1, right?”
England’s head fell against the desk and he groaned.
“No? How about X-Men? Batman Begins? Iron Man? The Fantastic Four? C‘mon, there‘s whole range of movies for you to choose from here! And I‘m giving you the option.”
“America!” England glared at the other nation, and internally congratulated himself for resisting the urge to hit him around the head. “For Christ sake, if you want to watch a film with me, couldn’t we… please watch something else tonight? Something that isn’t about superheroes?” He paused. “--Or American.”
“What? No way, they‘re the best ones!” America frowned for a moment. “I guess if you didn’t want to watch something… I have stuff we could read--”
“Read?” England’s face fell into one of surprise. “You really want to read rather than watch one of those blasted films?”
“Yeah, I have a ton of comic books--”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake--” England shook his head in exasperation.
“C’mon, England. What d’you have against these guys - Superman and Batman and the classics?”
“They’re so….” He frowned, searching for the right word. “…American,” he finally scoffed, as though it were an insult.
America was unfazed. “Well duh, that’s what makes them awesome!”
Anything England was about to retort in reply was lost as the door opened and other nations began filing in for the world meeting. “I’ll see you at my hotel room tonight,” America murmured, and before England could reply, Germany had called for quiet and he was hushed into silence and forced to begin the meeting.
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America, of course, was in awe the whole way through. He stared at the screen with his mouth open in some sort of amazed daze, moving only to shove pop corn into his mouth. England took a point of keeping his arms crossed against his chest and scowling through the entire movie.
Once the film was finally over, America leaned back against the sofa and turned to England, a great big grin on his face. “So, was that awesome or what?”
England looked over at him with a scowl, but decided not to comment.
“Aw, don’t look at me like that, England - I know you enjoyed that one! It was the most awesome--”
England gave a snort, shaking his head. “A load of drivel, is what it was. Honestly, America, I swear your films are getting worse. They‘re all the same.”
“Oh, c’mon, England! I mean, it’s Superman! How can anyone hate Superman? Or any superhero?”
“Quite easily, I assure you.,” said England snippily.
“I guess that means you won’t wanna come see the new Spiderman film with me next year then, huh?” He raised his eyebrows and smirked, as though he would be denying England something spectacular.
England resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You would be correct to make that assumption.”
“Aw, England - you know the new guy playing Spiderman is British, right?” said America, then paused. “Well, actually he’s British-American, but still.”
“Hm, you seem to be hiring a lot of British ‘superheroes’ lately,” said England quietly, eyes on the TV where the credits were slowly rolling down the screen.
America frowned. “Huh?”
“Well, Andrew Garfield is playing Spiderman. And didn’t you cast Henry Cavill, an British actor, as the new Superman not long ago?”
America laughed. “Ooh, wow, England; two guys. Big deal. I thought you‘d be glad your actors aren‘t just the villains anymore.” He paused then, and added, “They’re still gonna have American accents though, you know.”
“I suppose it makes a nice change. I’m just saying: you keep casting American actors and someone would think you had a hard-on for the British,” he joked. He gave a short laugh, and failed to see the blush that graced America’s cheeks at that remark.
England sighed and stood up, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the sofa. “Well, anyway. Now that your ridiculous film is over I think I should get going. It’s getting late.”
“Oh,” said America, and he almost sounded disappointed. “Well, it’s kinda dark and you walked here, didn’t you? You want me to drive you back? I rented a car, and--”
England scowled. “I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself, you prat. Honestly.” England stopped at the doorway, and turned to see America shrug and start flicking through TV channels, stopping on another vile American movie.
However, England failed to notice the fae hovering above him, whispering in forgotten tongue and staring down at him. It was just as he felt a strange dizzy feeling momentarily come over him that he frowned and looked up. But there was nothing there. He frowned.
“Uh, England?” England looked back to see America staring at him. “I thought you were going?”
“Oh, yes. I am.” Shaking himself of the strange feeling, England turned from the hotel room and headed home.
Ah, I hope this was okay. And I'm no expert on superheoes so sorry if anything is incorrect on that front. I'll try and get up the next part asap.
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I can't wait for more! ^^
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My god but America has a hard on for superheroes. Too many hero stories in his youth, England, you've only got yourself to blame.
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