No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 13:43:30 UTC
America set his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and started to rub them. He was gentile at first, but he began to push harder as he realized how very tense the other man's muscles were. A quick skim down England's back showed him that the island nation was just as bad everywhere else.
He told him so.
England just shrugged and lay on his stomach, looking back over his shoulder and waiting for America to get on with it.
America gladly complied, straddling his lover's hips and setting his hands to work on loosening his kinks.
Every now and then, England would let out a sigh or a groan or even a little yelp when America was working on a particularly bad knot. Eventually his eyes slid closed. America smiled to himself. The massage must be working if he was relaxing enough to trust America to work him over with little supervision.
It wasn't until England hadn't moved for half an hour that America realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so intensely focused on fixing the other nation's back that he'd failed to notice that he was unconscious. But that was okay; it meant that he would feel even awesomer when he woke up. Maybe if America was lucky England would feel so awesome and so thankful that he'd get some morning nookie. That'd be pretty sweet, but there was no point elaborating because England was asleep and that was one of the few times he was unabashedly cute.
America pulled the blanket away from under England so that he could cover the both of them. He wrapped his arms around the older nation and tangled their legs together. England wriggled around in his sleep, finding a comfortable position. This new position was apparently on his side with his fists balled in America's shirt, even more tangled than before, with their faces only a couple of inches apart. The fact that England was so close that America could barely focus his eyes on him reminded him that he had to take his glasses off. England whimpered as America pulled away for a moment, but was pacified the moment he returned.
America thought to himself about how cute England was, but couldn't think of any decent comparison. He ran one hand through his partner's hair and pressed a gentile closed-mouthed kiss to his lips. England didn't return the kiss. How could he when he was asleep? But America felt the tips of his lips turn upward.
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:35:26 UTC
Awwwww, anon! Cute!
I love your headcanon that England doesn't do comfort sex - that was great. And how he wanted to wash America, too. In his giant awesome tub haha. The whole fic was just full of sweet little things :)
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:50:58 UTC
I loved this, everything America did to care for England and how he was already making supper even when England hadn't had a bad day.
The headcanon bits about England not liking comfort sex or how nations have those bad days sometimes due to their people and how they are worse than getting attacked were brilliant and I loved them.
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:58:32 UTC
Just seeing the prompt made me want to smile--and now that I've read the actual fill I feel so happy and fluffy I could probably break into song right now :)
I'll be bookmarking this to cheer me up when I have a bad day of my own :D
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 03:36:22 UTC
EEEK. This was so sweet, so slow... it was amazing. Like, really amazing. I loved how GOOD Alfred was, how much he knew about Artie so that they didn't even need to speak. This was really, really great.
I'm sorry I'm late! God, where do I even start? This is absolutely amazing, author!anon. Simply beautiful. It's all the little things that make it wonderful, like the fact that America was already ready to spoil England before he found out how bad England was feeling, and the fact that America really didn't have to say a word. The bath scene was just... I have no words to express how much I loved it. And letting England wear his pyjamas - I love it when England wears America's clothes. And the feeding, and the massage... Thank you so much for writing this, author!anon. You've really made my day. From now on, any time I have a bad day I'll go read this and just smile.
Re: No words, Just love [6/6]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 04:25:05 UTC
Uhh... I don't know if you're kidding or not about the author note, but I hope you are a!a, she's a real person and not a fandom character. As for the fill I thought it was adorable. The title really speaks for the fill and it was nice to see the love between both of them.
America set his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders and started to rub them. He was gentile at first, but he began to push harder as he realized how very tense the other man's muscles were. A quick skim down England's back showed him that the island nation was just as bad everywhere else.
He told him so.
England just shrugged and lay on his stomach, looking back over his shoulder and waiting for America to get on with it.
America gladly complied, straddling his lover's hips and setting his hands to work on loosening his kinks.
Every now and then, England would let out a sigh or a groan or even a little yelp when America was working on a particularly bad knot. Eventually his eyes slid closed. America smiled to himself. The massage must be working if he was relaxing enough to trust America to work him over with little supervision.
It wasn't until England hadn't moved for half an hour that America realized he had fallen asleep. He had been so intensely focused on fixing the other nation's back that he'd failed to notice that he was unconscious. But that was okay; it meant that he would feel even awesomer when he woke up. Maybe if America was lucky England would feel so awesome and so thankful that he'd get some morning nookie. That'd be pretty sweet, but there was no point elaborating because England was asleep and that was one of the few times he was unabashedly cute.
America pulled the blanket away from under England so that he could cover the both of them. He wrapped his arms around the older nation and tangled their legs together. England wriggled around in his sleep, finding a comfortable position. This new position was apparently on his side with his fists balled in America's shirt, even more tangled than before, with their faces only a couple of inches apart. The fact that England was so close that America could barely focus his eyes on him reminded him that he had to take his glasses off. England whimpered as America pulled away for a moment, but was pacified the moment he returned.
America thought to himself about how cute England was, but couldn't think of any decent comparison. He ran one hand through his partner's hair and pressed a gentile closed-mouthed kiss to his lips. England didn't return the kiss. How could he when he was asleep? But America felt the tips of his lips turn upward.
That tiny movement made everything ever worth it.
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I love your headcanon that England doesn't do comfort sex - that was great. And how he wanted to wash America, too. In his giant awesome tub haha. The whole fic was just full of sweet little things :)
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The headcanon bits about England not liking comfort sex or how nations have those bad days sometimes due to their people and how they are worse than getting attacked were brilliant and I loved them.
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I'll be bookmarking this to cheer me up when I have a bad day of my own :D
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*smiles at America*
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