Bit of a Mongrel [2/3]
anonymous
February 11 2009, 00:20:52 UTC
He couldn't help but whistle when he caught sight of the large dogs growling at him from behind Germany's fence, and grinned excitedly when their ears perked up at the sharp sound.
His focus on the dogs was broken by Germany's harsh call, and then he was focusing in on the strong blond striding across the lawn to unlock the gate.
"Hey, man! Not thinking about letting 'em eat me, were ya?" He was joking, but there was an edge to it, a reminder of days only shortly past.
"Nien, they will behave."
"Perfect." His sharp smile softened, and he bounded through the gate, pouncing on the large dogs, who quickly warmed up to his tempting hands.
He was tackled to the ground in record time, and ignored the flutter of his heart as the aggressive dogs did nothing more harmful than lick his face. He laughed, and shoved them off.
Germany stared at him. "They seem to like you."
"Aren't they normally this friendly?"
"Hm." Germany scratched at one of their necks. America noticed they liked to circle around him. "Perhaps you would like one of your own. I have many."
"Sure!"
"But you will need to train them. They are very aggressive animals."
"Like their owner?" His eyebrow perked up, and Germany's jaw clenched, eyes lowering. He shrugged, and regained his footing, taking Germany by the arm. "It's alright, I have some experience, after all."
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His pack was changing again, the variety ever growing, and purebred poodles from France played in the same grass as mangy hound mutts.
He didn't care. He loved all of them equally.
His heart nearly broke when the economy collapsed out from under him, and he struggled as hard as he could to keep all of them alive and happy, even if it meant going without food himself. He didn't really need it, after all.
He needed someone to hug through long, cold winters, and rising tensions in Europe.
Bit of a Mongrel [3/3]
anonymous
February 11 2009, 00:27:30 UTC
"Is that even a dog?" He stared at the ball of fur with wide eyes. "It's so furry, and cute, and oh man, I have to have one of those! I'll take great care of him, please, please?"
He reached out a hesitant hand, and receiving a carefully monitored nod in response, smoothed the little dog's wild, fluffy hair, bopping it on its flat nose, and giggling as it licked his fingers.
China smiled coolly.
America continued to scratch the dog's ears.
"I really would love to have one. I know I have a lotta dogs already, but..." He was never sure how to end that sentence. It was just something in his nature. He could never refuse a cute face.
He looked up at China, waiting for an answer.
China sipped his tea, and studied America's expression for some carefully measured minutes, before nodding, his long hair falling into his eyes. "I would be honoured if you would take some of them home with you."
America fist shot into the air in triumph, and he sang, "Thank you! This'll be great!"
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"It's a cross between your poodles and Canada's retrievers!" He plopped the little puppy, who was covered in black, shaggy fur that couldn't decide if it was curly or not, into France's lap.
France stared at the mutt in his hands. "It is rather unkempt, non?"
"His brothers are a bit more woolly, but it's all in the luck of the draw, man." He grinned as the puppy licked France's fingers. "He likes you!"
France sighed, patronising. "I give you my perfect dogs, and you come up with this."
"I think they're adorable, though. Besides, I still have a bunch of classic poodles. It's more fun to have variety."
"I suppose."
"France, you should see these guys in the water! Seriously! And they're so smart!"
"Smarter than you, oui?" France asked, teasing and sarcastic.
He just grinned, and nodded, "Maybe."
"Well, there is no doubt that you love them very much," France said with that sigh again. "That is what truly matters."
"I know, right?"
America took the puppy back, and hugged it close.
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I know this deviated a bit from the prompt, and I would love to hear other peoples' interpretations, but it begged to be written. So sorry, OP, if you don't like it.
Re: Bit of a Mongrel [3/3]
anonymous
February 13 2009, 03:12:36 UTC
Definitely adorable! And yes, seconding what one of the Anons said above. It does also remind one strongly of the American people in their diversity and unity.
Re: Bit of a Mongrel [3/3]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 02:40:38 UTC
This is absolutely precious, and my new favorite fill here. I adore how America loves all his pets, it's so him. Thank you for writing this, awesome!anon.
Re: Bit of a Mongrel [3/3]
anonymous
April 1 2009, 21:27:16 UTC
Dear Anon,
Thank you so much for writing this fic. I saw it on the bookmark page several times, but never read it until today.
I just found out my big, sweet Golden Retriever has to be put down tomorrow because his previous owners ruined him and now he's real aggressive to little kids.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this lovely bit of fluff. It made my day a little better. <3
His focus on the dogs was broken by Germany's harsh call, and then he was focusing in on the strong blond striding across the lawn to unlock the gate.
"Hey, man! Not thinking about letting 'em eat me, were ya?" He was joking, but there was an edge to it, a reminder of days only shortly past.
"Nien, they will behave."
"Perfect." His sharp smile softened, and he bounded through the gate, pouncing on the large dogs, who quickly warmed up to his tempting hands.
He was tackled to the ground in record time, and ignored the flutter of his heart as the aggressive dogs did nothing more harmful than lick his face. He laughed, and shoved them off.
Germany stared at him. "They seem to like you."
"Aren't they normally this friendly?"
"Hm." Germany scratched at one of their necks. America noticed they liked to circle around him. "Perhaps you would like one of your own. I have many."
"Sure!"
"But you will need to train them. They are very aggressive animals."
"Like their owner?" His eyebrow perked up, and Germany's jaw clenched, eyes lowering. He shrugged, and regained his footing, taking Germany by the arm. "It's alright, I have some experience, after all."
-
His pack was changing again, the variety ever growing, and purebred poodles from France played in the same grass as mangy hound mutts.
He didn't care. He loved all of them equally.
His heart nearly broke when the economy collapsed out from under him, and he struggled as hard as he could to keep all of them alive and happy, even if it meant going without food himself. He didn't really need it, after all.
He needed someone to hug through long, cold winters, and rising tensions in Europe.
-
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He reached out a hesitant hand, and receiving a carefully monitored nod in response, smoothed the little dog's wild, fluffy hair, bopping it on its flat nose, and giggling as it licked his fingers.
China smiled coolly.
America continued to scratch the dog's ears.
"I really would love to have one. I know I have a lotta dogs already, but..." He was never sure how to end that sentence. It was just something in his nature. He could never refuse a cute face.
He looked up at China, waiting for an answer.
China sipped his tea, and studied America's expression for some carefully measured minutes, before nodding, his long hair falling into his eyes. "I would be honoured if you would take some of them home with you."
America fist shot into the air in triumph, and he sang, "Thank you! This'll be great!"
-
"It's a cross between your poodles and Canada's retrievers!" He plopped the little puppy, who was covered in black, shaggy fur that couldn't decide if it was curly or not, into France's lap.
France stared at the mutt in his hands. "It is rather unkempt, non?"
"His brothers are a bit more woolly, but it's all in the luck of the draw, man." He grinned as the puppy licked France's fingers. "He likes you!"
France sighed, patronising. "I give you my perfect dogs, and you come up with this."
"I think they're adorable, though. Besides, I still have a bunch of classic poodles. It's more fun to have variety."
"I suppose."
"France, you should see these guys in the water! Seriously! And they're so smart!"
"Smarter than you, oui?" France asked, teasing and sarcastic.
He just grinned, and nodded, "Maybe."
"Well, there is no doubt that you love them very much," France said with that sigh again. "That is what truly matters."
"I know, right?"
America took the puppy back, and hugged it close.
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I know this deviated a bit from the prompt, and I would love to hear other peoples' interpretations, but it begged to be written. So sorry, OP, if you don't like it.
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I love what you did with the prompt, how you made it more about the American people. : )
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love this.
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A-fucking-plus
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(Seriously, just how much does canon!America need a dog??? To play with when his whale friend isn't around.)
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Thank you so much for writing this fic. I saw it on the bookmark page several times, but never read it until today.
I just found out my big, sweet Golden Retriever has to be put down tomorrow because his previous owners ruined him and now he's real aggressive to little kids.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this lovely bit of fluff. It made my day a little better. <3
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