Sidecar [3e/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:34:40 UTC
Moving over to the American, Arthur even wrapped his arm around him to try and keep him warm. Blood being a bit thinner, Alfred would get colder faster, after all. “Only for a few days. My own boss isn't too happy, and I told him I was only coming over to catch up and 'talk some sense' into you." He chuckled a bit. "Well at least I can go home and tell him I gave you a good thrashing. I'm sure that will appease him somewhat." He was teasing of course, but Alfred didn't know that. He wasn't bitter enough to actually get the American nation in trouble with his boss, nor brag about punishing him. He didn't actually need his ego stroked that badly. After all, he'd had the superpower nation over his lap just a bit ago, so how could he not be satisfied?
"You wouldn't," came the mock-horrified reply. Alfred knew Arthur wouldn't actually tell his boss that... or at least he sincerely hoped not, especially given the circumstances for the punishment. His eyes widened for a second when he felt Arthur’s arm wrap around him, but he quickly relaxed into it, letting his head tilt to the side to rest his cheek against Arthur's blond head. When he finally saw the recognizable pattern of the taxi approaching from down the street, he stepped away from the other nation and gestured in its direction. "Looks like your ride's here." Then he flashed a genuine smile, as if to say 'no hard feelings.'
Arthur looked up when Alfred spoke. "I suppose so," he said, pulling away. Without looking back, he headed down the path to the street. "See you tomorrow Alfred," he said as he waved.
"Yeah," Alfred repeated, "see you tomorrow." The American remained outside and watched until Arthur had gotten into the taxi and the vehicle had driven off, before turning around and heading back into the house, locking the door behind him. Kicking his shoes back off, he wandered back into the kitchen, this time seeking a drink of water. Upon seeing his half-full glass of liquor still resting forgotten on the table, he grabbed it and dumped what remained immediately and unceremoniously into the sink. After having taken care of that matter, he poured himself some water instead, knowing that finishing a glass before heading to bed would stave off the effects of a possible hangover. He’d already gotten enough of a headache from booze today, he thought.
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Oh Alfred, what a waste of Cointreau! That stuff’s expensive!
Anyone who has suspected who I am may have known to expect this by now; for those who don’t, your A!A likes to draw illustrations to go with his fills. So here you are: http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p204/false_dichotomy/TY.png If my attempt at period-clothing is off, don’t hold it against me; my knowledge is in the legislation and temperance culture of the period.
Aaand that’s all, folks! I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride, this was fun as hell to write and I hope it was as fun to read.
Anon 1: Haha, well I hope this spanking satisfies you! Anon 2: My dear bunk!anon, of course I recognize you. ♥ Wooden spoons are definitely sadly underused in fanfiction and they are popular implements in my country too-I can attest to that. Surprisingly nasty things, too. DX There’s a time and place for PWP in my writing, believe me, but I wanted to really bring out the history in this fill (and the psychology in my AU). By the way, I really do love how much sharing this kink makes us run into each other, haha. Anon 3: I gather you’ve figured out if this is the same author or not judging my the existence and style of your A!A’s illustration here. I’m glad you appreciated the buildup, hopefully the denoument was a satisfactory ending as well.
Bunk!anon is pleased, extremely so.
anonymous
November 3 2011, 22:43:51 UTC
You know, after your let's say a little bit sadistic version of England in the other fic (that, as you know, I enjoyed more than I should), this was a very pleasant change; England as strict but fair and in the and, a very caring parental figure is my personal headcanon and also one of my favourite roles for him.
I also absolutely love that you didn't let him have sex with America. It's so rare to see fics where characters don't automatically act on their sexual drives and actually think about the consequences, let alone some internal moral rules. England ended it up in the best way possible, the hug at the end made me melt and it was a lovely story that I would read even if it wouldn't contain my favourite kink.
As for the kink itself, it was as always done with precision and vivid descriptions that I so enjoy in your writings (haha did I really write this about a scene with wooden spoon spanking?) And the illustration is as always the best bonus ever.
I really hope we'll run into each other soon, authoranon (too bad I don't use my terribly old ff.net account, I would gladly deanon for you.)
I also tend to prefer England as a caring parental figure in canon fics (nevermind my AU, so this was certainly a refreshing change from him being such a bastard in my other fills. XD
I'm glad that the lack of sex is appreciated; I was worried people would be expecting to read sex, given the prompt, and would be disappointed when it wasn't there. But you know me-- I strongly prefer realism, and I honestly don't think England (at least the way I've written him in this fic!) would take advantage of that drunkenness. And as always, my vivid descriptions are because I know what I'm talking about, haha. Happy you enjoyed the artwork as well! I'm quite proud of this one.
I could maybe give you my MSN messenger/email account in white text, if you'd like to keep in contact elsewhere besides the meme? I don't see myself writing much in the near future because of exams and such, sadly. Or I could tell you where on LJ I've de-anoned my fics and you could find me that way.
"You wouldn't," came the mock-horrified reply. Alfred knew Arthur wouldn't actually tell his boss that... or at least he sincerely hoped not, especially given the circumstances for the punishment. His eyes widened for a second when he felt Arthur’s arm wrap around him, but he quickly relaxed into it, letting his head tilt to the side to rest his cheek against Arthur's blond head. When he finally saw the recognizable pattern of the taxi approaching from down the street, he stepped away from the other nation and gestured in its direction. "Looks like your ride's here." Then he flashed a genuine smile, as if to say 'no hard feelings.'
Arthur looked up when Alfred spoke. "I suppose so," he said, pulling away. Without looking back, he headed down the path to the street. "See you tomorrow Alfred," he said as he waved.
"Yeah," Alfred repeated, "see you tomorrow." The American remained outside and watched until Arthur had gotten into the taxi and the vehicle had driven off, before turning around and heading back into the house, locking the door behind him. Kicking his shoes back off, he wandered back into the kitchen, this time seeking a drink of water. Upon seeing his half-full glass of liquor still resting forgotten on the table, he grabbed it and dumped what remained immediately and unceremoniously into the sink. After having taken care of that matter, he poured himself some water instead, knowing that finishing a glass before heading to bed would stave off the effects of a possible hangover. He’d already gotten enough of a headache from booze today, he thought.
-----
Oh Alfred, what a waste of Cointreau! That stuff’s expensive!
Anyone who has suspected who I am may have known to expect this by now; for those who don’t, your A!A likes to draw illustrations to go with his fills. So here you are: http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p204/false_dichotomy/TY.png
If my attempt at period-clothing is off, don’t hold it against me; my knowledge is in the legislation and temperance culture of the period.
Aaand that’s all, folks! I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride, this was fun as hell to write and I hope it was as fun to read.
Anon 1: Haha, well I hope this spanking satisfies you!
Anon 2: My dear bunk!anon, of course I recognize you. ♥ Wooden spoons are definitely sadly underused in fanfiction and they are popular implements in my country too-I can attest to that. Surprisingly nasty things, too. DX There’s a time and place for PWP in my writing, believe me, but I wanted to really bring out the history in this fill (and the psychology in my AU). By the way, I really do love how much sharing this kink makes us run into each other, haha.
Anon 3: I gather you’ve figured out if this is the same author or not judging my the existence and style of your A!A’s illustration here. I’m glad you appreciated the buildup, hopefully the denoument was a satisfactory ending as well.
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I also absolutely love that you didn't let him have sex with America. It's so rare to see fics where characters don't automatically act on their sexual drives and actually think about the consequences, let alone some internal moral rules. England ended it up in the best way possible, the hug at the end made me melt and it was a lovely story that I would read even if it wouldn't contain my favourite kink.
As for the kink itself, it was as always done with precision and vivid descriptions that I so enjoy in your writings (haha did I really write this about a scene with wooden spoon spanking?) And the illustration is as always the best bonus ever.
I really hope we'll run into each other soon, authoranon (too bad I don't use my terribly old ff.net account, I would gladly deanon for you.)
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I'm glad that the lack of sex is appreciated; I was worried people would be expecting to read sex, given the prompt, and would be disappointed when it wasn't there. But you know me-- I strongly prefer realism, and I honestly don't think England (at least the way I've written him in this fic!) would take advantage of that drunkenness. And as always, my vivid descriptions are because I know what I'm talking about, haha. Happy you enjoyed the artwork as well! I'm quite proud of this one.
I could maybe give you my MSN messenger/email account in white text, if you'd like to keep in contact elsewhere besides the meme? I don't see myself writing much in the near future because of exams and such, sadly. Or I could tell you where on LJ I've de-anoned my fics and you could find me that way.
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