The New World (America/England, 4/4)
anonymous
April 29 2009, 23:50:31 UTC
“England . . .”
“What's say,” England hissed, snatching up one of those ill-placed hands with every ounce of force left in him (he was still England, still the bloody British Empire; he would let no one think any less), and yanking it down, “you don't do something useful with-ah.”
Four years. G-goddamnit. He curled forward slowly, hand shaking as he frantically pressed America's around him and, and h-how pathetic. Four years without anywhere to put his cock and-and this was what-? “Fuck,” he whispered, twitched, clamped his eyes shut against the burning water and put his free hand to work destroying the tiling.
Thankfully, the brilliant son of a bitch America, for once in his damn life, didn't need any more instruction. Dragging England to his shoulder (the older man swearing all the while), he got to work, hand wrapped around England's cock and pulling him off with twice the confidence that his expertise should have allowed. Bloody amateur, painfully clumsy and far too fast, inconsiderate and-and bloody hell, did he even know how to handle his own dick? And the whole while with that hand on England's back, holding him close and smothering him against one broad shoulder and-and good lord, was the bastard saying his name? And as much as he wanted, England could barely move, let alone give the idiot what for, while he came out with barely a blood scratch and damn him, damn this whole fucking thing, this bloody war and fucking Alfred F. Jones-!
America was still wiping the come from his hand when England turned away-swift, only barely stumbling, and with every available ounce of his British authority-and rested his head against the wall with stark finality. “G-get going, you idiot,” England glowered, idly brushing at his stomach, stained now with everything else.
He could hear America starting to object (of course he would, the selfish prick, worried about how his own arousal still wasn't quite attended to) could sense it in the man's meaningless stuttering and feel it as he leaned forward. England was just getting ready to turn and punch the moron in the jaw when a hand fell to his shoulder, heavy on his bones and yet, some-bloody-how, light on his mind. Then, that whole overbearing mass was gone, leaving a whole lot less for the slowly chilling water to bounce off.
Then, as England turned, glaring at the idiot's back while he walked with such confidence-such stupid, naïve, and not the least bit enthralling confidence-he made a point of ignoring the streak of battlefield mud still smeared across America's back.
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A/N: So they say that the end of WWI was when Britain started to lose the influence they once had over the world, once their colonies that fought in the war itself found themselves to be just as worthy as the Empire, if not more so. Meanwhile, WWI was what propelled America to the position of World Power. Interesting how these things work out...
Sorry this took so long, anon. I hope you enjoy, regardless!~
Re: The New World (America/England, 4/4)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 05:57:03 UTC
The characterization in this is freaking amazing, seriously, it's awesome. I love Arthur's voice you have in it and the way America is through his eyes and rawr. I love thsi fill.
Re: The New World (America/England, 4/4)
anonymous
November 21 2011, 18:45:03 UTC
Gosh, it's like you captured England at that time perfectly. Nicely done, and I like how he's rather in control of the situation while also not being in control.
“What's say,” England hissed, snatching up one of those ill-placed hands with every ounce of force left in him (he was still England, still the bloody British Empire; he would let no one think any less), and yanking it down, “you don't do something useful with-ah.”
Four years. G-goddamnit. He curled forward slowly, hand shaking as he frantically pressed America's around him and, and h-how pathetic. Four years without anywhere to put his cock and-and this was what-? “Fuck,” he whispered, twitched, clamped his eyes shut against the burning water and put his free hand to work destroying the tiling.
Thankfully, the brilliant son of a bitch America, for once in his damn life, didn't need any more instruction. Dragging England to his shoulder (the older man swearing all the while), he got to work, hand wrapped around England's cock and pulling him off with twice the confidence that his expertise should have allowed. Bloody amateur, painfully clumsy and far too fast, inconsiderate and-and bloody hell, did he even know how to handle his own dick? And the whole while with that hand on England's back, holding him close and smothering him against one broad shoulder and-and good lord, was the bastard saying his name? And as much as he wanted, England could barely move, let alone give the idiot what for, while he came out with barely a blood scratch and damn him, damn this whole fucking thing, this bloody war and fucking Alfred F. Jones-!
America was still wiping the come from his hand when England turned away-swift, only barely stumbling, and with every available ounce of his British authority-and rested his head against the wall with stark finality. “G-get going, you idiot,” England glowered, idly brushing at his stomach, stained now with everything else.
He could hear America starting to object (of course he would, the selfish prick, worried about how his own arousal still wasn't quite attended to) could sense it in the man's meaningless stuttering and feel it as he leaned forward. England was just getting ready to turn and punch the moron in the jaw when a hand fell to his shoulder, heavy on his bones and yet, some-bloody-how, light on his mind. Then, that whole overbearing mass was gone, leaving a whole lot less for the slowly chilling water to bounce off.
Then, as England turned, glaring at the idiot's back while he walked with such confidence-such stupid, naïve, and not the least bit enthralling confidence-he made a point of ignoring the streak of battlefield mud still smeared across America's back.
---
A/N: So they say that the end of WWI was when Britain started to lose the influence they once had over the world, once their colonies that fought in the war itself found themselves to be just as worthy as the Empire, if not more so. Meanwhile, WWI was what propelled America to the position of World Power. Interesting how these things work out...
Sorry this took so long, anon. I hope you enjoy, regardless!~
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