One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 3 2009, 21:38:56 UTC
A/N: Slow anon is slow, also concerned that this is taking too long to get to the pr0n D:
"Did I do the up-down thing right? Don't know how you sing in a language like that." Alfred ran his tongue over the top of his teeth. "Huh, it's a lot sweeter than vodka!" He could blame Arthur for his inability to taste the difference between good and bad beer, but he had a pretty good palate for other types of alcohol. It was one of those things that just about every one of his multifarious immigrant groups had brought with them: a unique way to get well and truly snockered.
"You did very well - I knew exactly what you were saying! A lot of the songs these days follow the American style." Truly, pop music was the new global equalizer. Everyone's was equally atrocious...and you could pin the blame for that one on Berwald and "Dancing Queen". "Aah. Do you prefer vodka?" There was probably a bottle stashed somewhere from the days when he'd entertained Ivan. He could dig it out if he was prepared for the horrible harsh scent and the memories it would bring up.
"Only when it's mixed with something else, otherwise it just makes my throat burn. And it makes me feel like badtouching Toris. This is good, though!" He only drank half the cup this time. "Is this made out of rice? It doesn't taste like grain or potatoes." Rice seemed to be in everything here--it made Alfred wonder what would happen if suddenly it all disappeared. Probably the same as what would happen to him if the aliens ever took it into their heads to abduct corn.
Yao allowed himself a polite laugh. "It's not my favorite either. Gets me too fuzzyheaded Aiya! You'll give a nation nightmares talking like that!!." And top off the cup while he's given you an opening to talk about it... "Yes, it's rice-based. If you hold it in your mouth a little, you can probably taste it." A long non-sip. "I'm glad you could come to visit, Alfred."
Alfred did hold the next mouthful of it, then swallowed and shook his head. "It doesn't taste that rice-y, honestly, not like the sake Kiku serves every time we make a deal." He had a pretty impressive tolerance for alcohol, a combination of lots of muscle mass and a well-trained liver. However, two-and-a-half shots so quickly could leave even a superpower pleasantly buzzed. He stretched out a bit more, basking in the glow. "Yeah, me too! Your house is pretty impressive these days. Kinda made me cough, though..."
It was time to lean in closer. Yao's inner strategist told him that, but so did the momentary glimpse of firm stomach that he'd been treated to as Alfred shifted on the couch. He remembered what England had looked like under his clothes: translucent fishbelly pale, a far cry from the sunglow in Alfred's skin tone. So there was a reason so many of his nicknames called him "golden". He sighed and leaned his elbow on the table, chin resting on his hand, letting his ponytail fall forward over his shoulder. "We have to work on that, yes. It's only because we lost so much time in the past, after the war, and have been doing our best to catch up." His smile was charming, intimate. "It's something I'd like to fix, but sadly, we don't have the same infrastructure as in America. Still running on coal, aiiiiya...."
Re: One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 4 2009, 21:45:50 UTC
*worships* You're making me positively rabid for this pairing, Writer!Anon. And for that, I love you. (Don't worry about taking a while to get to the pOrn. The buildup's half the fun!)
Oh, and the bit about badtouching Toris made me spit mango juice all over my keyboard. XD
Re: One Night in Beijing[4/?]
anonymous
February 19 2009, 10:19:17 UTC
Writer!Anon this is flippin fantastic! Scheming Yao is so hot and America is... well, America! <3 I actually laughed out loud and had to x the window when my brother came to investigate.
One Night in Beijing [5/?]
anonymous
February 20 2009, 05:37:35 UTC
AN: Finally the pr0n starts to come in! Emphasis on STARTS...
For a moment, just a moment, you could see the weight of the decades in Alfred's expression. Even a very young country had seen more than any mortal. "The war changed pretty much everything, didn't it." But the moment didn't last long, as he soon found a much more comfortable and familiar theme to pursue. "So you need a hero to help finance updating the infrastructure! Or I guess they call underwriters 'angels', actually, but aaaaaaaaaargh bad memories of Arthur and failed Halloween costumes and too many Tom Collinses with not enough undergarments, there." He took another drink in hopes of killing the brain cells involved.
Yao's laugh was genuine...in part because the thought of Arthur drunk and indecently exposing himself in an improvised toga was sweet revenge. But Alfred was starting to show a rosy alcoholic flush (and it made the boy look delicious, eager and relaxed at the same time), so it was time to move on. "Ohh no, I couldn't ask for heroes and angels! It's my house, I need to take care of it..." He slid his socked foot out to press his toe lightly against Alfred's foot. "...we are lucky these days, that we can help each other out."
And that was the right button to press to judge by the slight arching of Alfred's lower back and the way he let his long legs slide further under the coffee table. "Taking responsibility--that's cool too." It was something Arthur and Francis had been yelling at him about a lot in the last decade, since the whole AIDS thing had come out. And Alfred had been scared shitless by that too, but hey! The magic of science (the REAL kind of magic, not the kind that involved friggin' fairies) meant that there was a test now and there was an inner pocket in his jacket that was exactly the right size for condoms and those two things meant that he didn't have think about dying of horrible diseases too often. So instead he could contemplate things like the fact that Yao's hair looked almost as soft as the red silk of his shirt and the way the rich fall of it accentuated the line of his neck and...mmmmmm...
The smile had moved into the bedroom and was now rolling happily in the sheets. Yao could tell that Alfred was ogling him and let one hand trail lightly down his cheek and neck as he modestly turned his face away from the praise. It was the sort of thing the Party liked to hear, certainly--I take responsibility for the failure to complete the project in the alotted time! The delays in receiving materials and the changes in instructions would not have hindered me had my zeal been strong enough. Please help me learn to improve in the future! "I can only try - and of course, I'd he happy to help you in return."
Those blue eyes were burning now, with lust and liquor combined. Alfred was drunk enough to have to exercise ponderous caution in putting the delicate porcelain cup down on the table. He leaned forward, hand coming to rest on the table just far enough forward that his fingertips were brushing the back of Yao's hand. America wasn't incapable of subtlety, just usually unconcered with it. "You mean that?"
And China could be obvious when he felt like it. Yao laced their fingers together, watching Alfred shiver at the brush of the callouses that lingered on. "Mhmmm. I've been told I'm quite good... at helping."
There it was, the notary stamp on the deal. Alfred leaned forward far enough that Yao could feel his breath--sweet from the baijiu--on his ear. "We should go somewhere...more horizontal...for this discussion."
Re: One Night in Beijing [5/?]
anonymous
March 17 2009, 15:58:22 UTC
It's quite a well-known Chinese love song lol
Years ago, I used to hear it on the radio all the time.Very nostalgic...Hetalia makes me feel super-Chinese for some reason lol My mother will be pleased to find that I've suddenly become super-Chinese instead of listening to Japanese stuff all the time lol
Re: One Night in Beijing [5/?]
anonymous
March 17 2009, 20:31:04 UTC
Anon must admit that actually it was meant to be a reference to the song "One Night in Bangkok" from the Musical Chess (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnqj31VPNoE) which is just about the dirtiest thing never to get banned from the radio.
"Did I do the up-down thing right? Don't know how you sing in a language like that." Alfred ran his tongue over the top of his teeth. "Huh, it's a lot sweeter than vodka!" He could blame Arthur for his inability to taste the difference between good and bad beer, but he had a pretty good palate for other types of alcohol. It was one of those things that just about every one of his multifarious immigrant groups had brought with them: a unique way to get well and truly snockered.
"You did very well - I knew exactly what you were saying! A lot of the songs these days follow the American style." Truly, pop music was the new global equalizer. Everyone's was equally atrocious...and you could pin the blame for that one on Berwald and "Dancing Queen". "Aah. Do you prefer vodka?" There was probably a bottle stashed somewhere from the days when he'd entertained Ivan. He could dig it out if he was prepared for the horrible harsh scent and the memories it would bring up.
"Only when it's mixed with something else, otherwise it just makes my throat burn. And it makes me feel like badtouching Toris. This is good, though!" He only drank half the cup this time. "Is this made out of rice? It doesn't taste like grain or potatoes." Rice seemed to be in everything here--it made Alfred wonder what would happen if suddenly it all disappeared. Probably the same as what would happen to him if the aliens ever took it into their heads to abduct corn.
Yao allowed himself a polite laugh. "It's not my favorite either. Gets me too fuzzyheaded Aiya! You'll give a nation nightmares talking like that!!." And top off the cup while he's given you an opening to talk about it... "Yes, it's rice-based. If you hold it in your mouth a little, you can probably taste it." A long non-sip. "I'm glad you could come to visit, Alfred."
Alfred did hold the next mouthful of it, then swallowed and shook his head. "It doesn't taste that rice-y, honestly, not like the sake Kiku serves every time we make a deal." He had a pretty impressive tolerance for alcohol, a combination of lots of muscle mass and a well-trained liver. However, two-and-a-half shots so quickly could leave even a superpower pleasantly buzzed. He stretched out a bit more, basking in the glow. "Yeah, me too! Your house is pretty impressive these days. Kinda made me cough, though..."
It was time to lean in closer. Yao's inner strategist told him that, but so did the momentary glimpse of firm stomach that he'd been treated to as Alfred shifted on the couch. He remembered what England had looked like under his clothes: translucent fishbelly pale, a far cry from the sunglow in Alfred's skin tone. So there was a reason so many of his nicknames called him "golden". He sighed and leaned his elbow on the table, chin resting on his hand, letting his ponytail fall forward over his shoulder. "We have to work on that, yes. It's only because we lost so much time in the past, after the war, and have been doing our best to catch up." His smile was charming, intimate. "It's something I'd like to fix, but sadly, we don't have the same infrastructure as in America. Still running on coal, aiiiiya...."
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aiya, hao nengan-ahhhh~~~~~ and so is anon-writer <3
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Anon. I love you.
MORE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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Oh, and the bit about badtouching Toris made me spit mango juice all over my keyboard. XD
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You must write moar or I may cry!
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For a moment, just a moment, you could see the weight of the decades in Alfred's expression. Even a very young country had seen more than any mortal. "The war changed pretty much everything, didn't it." But the moment didn't last long, as he soon found a much more comfortable and familiar theme to pursue. "So you need a hero to help finance updating the infrastructure! Or I guess they call underwriters 'angels', actually, but aaaaaaaaaargh bad memories of Arthur and failed Halloween costumes and too many Tom Collinses with not enough undergarments, there." He took another drink in hopes of killing the brain cells involved.
Yao's laugh was genuine...in part because the thought of Arthur drunk and indecently exposing himself in an improvised toga was sweet revenge. But Alfred was starting to show a rosy alcoholic flush (and it made the boy look delicious, eager and relaxed at the same time), so it was time to move on. "Ohh no, I couldn't ask for heroes and angels! It's my house, I need to take care of it..." He slid his socked foot out to press his toe lightly against Alfred's foot. "...we are lucky these days, that we can help each other out."
And that was the right button to press to judge by the slight arching of Alfred's lower back and the way he let his long legs slide further under the coffee table. "Taking responsibility--that's cool too." It was something Arthur and Francis had been yelling at him about a lot in the last decade, since the whole AIDS thing had come out. And Alfred had been scared shitless by that too, but hey! The magic of science (the REAL kind of magic, not the kind that involved friggin' fairies) meant that there was a test now and there was an inner pocket in his jacket that was exactly the right size for condoms and those two things meant that he didn't have think about dying of horrible diseases too often. So instead he could contemplate things like the fact that Yao's hair looked almost as soft as the red silk of his shirt and the way the rich fall of it accentuated the line of his neck and...mmmmmm...
The smile had moved into the bedroom and was now rolling happily in the sheets. Yao could tell that Alfred was ogling him and let one hand trail lightly down his cheek and neck as he modestly turned his face away from the praise. It was the sort of thing the Party liked to hear, certainly--I take responsibility for the failure to complete the project in the alotted time! The delays in receiving materials and the changes in instructions would not have hindered me had my zeal been strong enough. Please help me learn to improve in the future! "I can only try - and of course, I'd he happy to help you in return."
Those blue eyes were burning now, with lust and liquor combined. Alfred was drunk enough to have to exercise ponderous caution in putting the delicate porcelain cup down on the table. He leaned forward, hand coming to rest on the table just far enough forward that his fingertips were brushing the back of Yao's hand. America wasn't incapable of subtlety, just usually unconcered with it. "You mean that?"
And China could be obvious when he felt like it. Yao laced their fingers together, watching Alfred shiver at the brush of the callouses that lingered on. "Mhmmm. I've been told I'm quite good... at helping."
There it was, the notary stamp on the deal. Alfred leaned forward far enough that Yao could feel his breath--sweet from the baijiu--on his ear. "We should go somewhere...more horizontal...for this discussion."
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inappropriate exclaimation is inappropriate
How do you continue to churn out such awesomeness?!
"We should go somewhere...more horizontal...for this discussion."
YES AMERICA YOU SHOULD!!
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This is so fantastic. So fantastic
*utterly fails to fully express her appreciation*
*flails appendages like a squid on speed* (or meth, if Kiku's involved, heh)
I can't wait to read this next part of this. It's amazingly awesome!
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I hope to see more China x US in the future....
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLbwCIQHxi0&feature=related
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Especially since Beijing would probably be one of Yao's most vital regions.
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Years ago, I used to hear it on the radio all the time.Very nostalgic...Hetalia makes me feel super-Chinese for some reason lol My mother will be pleased to find that I've suddenly become super-Chinese instead of listening to Japanese stuff all the time lol
So says Chinese anon...
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But that song works so much better!
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