Re: Part 1 Fill, Flapper America, Improper in Public, 2/3
anonymous
March 11 2009, 02:50:05 UTC
“A dress,” he said, “The girls on your side of the pond wear them too, you know- I’d have figured you knew what they were-”
Exasperation finally forced England’s composure (partly) back into place, and he interrupted sharply, “Yes, alright, I know what it is, but why are you wearing it?” England knew he was starting to flush, and blamed it completely on the embarrassment he felt for his shameless former colony.
America beamed.
“Loosen up, will ya? I represent them too, ‘specially after the 19th passed. Besides, it’s fun.”
England sputtered (although he’d deny anything so undignified later) and managed, “But you’re in a dress! In public!” Actually, he wasn’t sure if the speakeasy exactly counted as public, but- well- it was close enough!
America frowned at him, which made England realize (bloody dim lighting) that he was also wearing make-up.
“So are they,” America started to say, gesturing to a group of women at the bar- or so England assumed he would have said and gestured, but both were cut off as a crafty look came into America’s eyes.
England did not like that look. Particularly paired with horn-rimmed glasses.
“‘In public,’ huh?” America said. Smiling, he leaned forward and asked cheekily, “So, what about private?”
Re: Part 1 Fill, Flapper America, Improper in Public, 2/3
anonymous
March 11 2009, 02:51:08 UTC
America’s body was not built with even the minimal curvature required to support that kind of dress, and England tried to ignore the way this gave him a shadowed view down the other nation’s torso when he was leaned over like that. He partially succeeded, but the indecency of it was distractingly appalling. Truly.
“That’s- I- well,” England groped for words, and fell back on an old phrase. Not quite intended for this usage, but Elizabeth had rarely steered him wrong. Gathering his poise, he met America’s gaze as resolutely as he could and said primly, “I don’t desire to make windows into people’s private lives.”
America only smiled, and moved back to his original place. England was about to sigh in relief when America stood and tugged at England’s arm.
“I’ve got some hooch at home,” he said easily, and grinned. Unsure at this turn of events, England stood as well, America’s hand still on his elbow. Before he could shake him off (he did not need to be escorted, thank you) America used his grip to pull England’s body to his own.
“And, since you’re so fond of dresses- in private only, of course- the bank ain’t closed.”
England might not have quite kept up on all of America’s recent slang, but the meaning was very, very clear in context.
((AN: The bank phrase isn’t actually entirely accurate- a woman would say, ‘the bank’s closed’ to a man to indicate that she didn’t want to have sex, so I altered it to mean the opposite. No explicit sex, but I hope OP enjoyed?))
Re: Part 1 Fill, Flapper America, Improper in Public, 2/3
anonymous
March 11 2009, 03:25:38 UTC
Not OP, but anon sure as hell enjoyed it!! :D!! LORD! That was kinky and CUTE... you made the make up and the dress seem natural and hot damn... excellent historical slang refs and just great job
Exasperation finally forced England’s composure (partly) back into place, and he interrupted sharply, “Yes, alright, I know what it is, but why are you wearing it?” England knew he was starting to flush, and blamed it completely on the embarrassment he felt for his shameless former colony.
America beamed.
“Loosen up, will ya? I represent them too, ‘specially after the 19th passed. Besides, it’s fun.”
England sputtered (although he’d deny anything so undignified later) and managed, “But you’re in a dress! In public!” Actually, he wasn’t sure if the speakeasy exactly counted as public, but- well- it was close enough!
America frowned at him, which made England realize (bloody dim lighting) that he was also wearing make-up.
“So are they,” America started to say, gesturing to a group of women at the bar- or so England assumed he would have said and gestured, but both were cut off as a crafty look came into America’s eyes.
England did not like that look. Particularly paired with horn-rimmed glasses.
“‘In public,’ huh?” America said. Smiling, he leaned forward and asked cheekily, “So, what about private?”
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“That’s- I- well,” England groped for words, and fell back on an old phrase. Not quite intended for this usage, but Elizabeth had rarely steered him wrong. Gathering his poise, he met America’s gaze as resolutely as he could and said primly, “I don’t desire to make windows into people’s private lives.”
America only smiled, and moved back to his original place. England was about to sigh in relief when America stood and tugged at England’s arm.
“I’ve got some hooch at home,” he said easily, and grinned. Unsure at this turn of events, England stood as well, America’s hand still on his elbow. Before he could shake him off (he did not need to be escorted, thank you) America used his grip to pull England’s body to his own.
“And, since you’re so fond of dresses- in private only, of course- the bank ain’t closed.”
England might not have quite kept up on all of America’s recent slang, but the meaning was very, very clear in context.
((AN: The bank phrase isn’t actually entirely accurate- a woman would say, ‘the bank’s closed’ to a man to indicate that she didn’t want to have sex, so I altered it to mean the opposite. No explicit sex, but I hope OP enjoyed?))
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