She stared at him as the song started to wind to a close. This was his day, she told herself. It was all his. She could be happy for him, without being bitter, without being sad. She could be genuinely proud of him, without interjecting cynicism and cruel critique. America thrived on hope, on new beginnings- she couldn’t bring herself to break the glorious start he had here.
She remembered every detail of this: the pressure of his hand on her waist, the feel of her shoulder under her hand, the play of light on his hair and glasses, his smile and his scent, their clasped hands. At the end of the song, even as she tilted her head up to kiss him affectionately on the cheek, his head was turning to do that for her and their lips met, softly.
A little thrill ran down her spine as she drew away, not quickly like she’d like, but deliberately. He was grinning but something seemed a little unfocused in his eyes.
“-sorry?” he offered.
“It- it’s nothing,” she replied stiffly, reverting to the mask of etiquette and cool dignity that she had fastened for herself, wearing it out of habit.
“Yeah- I went left when you were going right and…” Was he blushing? Surely it was a trick of the light, out of their exertion…
He brought her hand up to kiss it again. “Thank you for the dance, milady,” he said in a horribly affected English accent. She raised her hand to swat at him as she found herself smiling at him.
“The pleasure was all mine. Milord.”
Author's Notes: I... apologize for the sub-part of the nature of this work. -_- I tend to write better, I swear. -Fem!England, aka Alana, is my own creation, born when I wrote "Lioness Rampant" and continued with "Pieta" (http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8218050#t8218050). -The song is "No One" by Alicia Keys, sung at Obama's inauguration. "At Last" was a thought but I decided not to because 1) It was the first song and the President danced to it with the First Lady, thus screwing up continuity and 2) It seemed too stereotypical. -The inspiration for Alana’s jewelry, just imagine that the teardrops are green: http://www.1928.com/pages-productinfo/category-314_509/product-55851/collections-1900s-to-1920s-2028-jewelry-onyx-and-black-diamond-hues-bow-tie-drop-earrings.html -I’ve thought of her gown as being similar to Keira Knightley’s Vera Wang gown from the 2006 Oscars, just in deep green instead of red.
(recaptcha: Francoise spaniard - I'm guessing I have some ticked off countries who wanted an appearance here...?)
Anon, this fill makes my heart burst. For some reason I was expecting genderbent US, and then it was England and it was perfect. Her, their relationship and interactions, everything. And that half-untentional kiss. Oh my god.
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anonymous
May 7 2009, 23:53:10 UTC
I KNEW IT WAS YOU. I KNEW IT EVEN BEFORE YOU GAVE OUT ALANA'S NAME. XD Oh anon! This was gorgeous and beautiful and perfect. Absolutely wonderful. Gah. I have to stop now or I will be gushing on about it for far too long...
Re: Golden [4/4]
anonymous
May 14 2009, 17:39:23 UTC
There are not words in the English language to properly describe how much I adore Alana and your writing about her - perhaps the latter the most, the amount of genderflip around considered. This was such a lovely little scene between the two of them, with just the right amount of motherly affection and something more. I enjoyed it very much ♥
She remembered every detail of this: the pressure of his hand on her waist, the feel of her shoulder under her hand, the play of light on his hair and glasses, his smile and his scent, their clasped hands. At the end of the song, even as she tilted her head up to kiss him affectionately on the cheek, his head was turning to do that for her and their lips met, softly.
A little thrill ran down her spine as she drew away, not quickly like she’d like, but deliberately. He was grinning but something seemed a little unfocused in his eyes.
“-sorry?” he offered.
“It- it’s nothing,” she replied stiffly, reverting to the mask of etiquette and cool dignity that she had fastened for herself, wearing it out of habit.
“Yeah- I went left when you were going right and…” Was he blushing? Surely it was a trick of the light, out of their exertion…
He brought her hand up to kiss it again. “Thank you for the dance, milady,” he said in a horribly affected English accent. She raised her hand to swat at him as she found herself smiling at him.
“The pleasure was all mine. Milord.”
Author's Notes:
I... apologize for the sub-part of the nature of this work. -_- I tend to write better, I swear.
-Fem!England, aka Alana, is my own creation, born when I wrote "Lioness Rampant" and continued with "Pieta" (http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8218050#t8218050).
-The song is "No One" by Alicia Keys, sung at Obama's inauguration. "At Last" was a thought but I decided not to because 1) It was the first song and the President danced to it with the First Lady, thus screwing up continuity and 2) It seemed too stereotypical.
-The inspiration for Alana’s jewelry, just imagine that the teardrops are green: http://www.1928.com/pages-productinfo/category-314_509/product-55851/collections-1900s-to-1920s-2028-jewelry-onyx-and-black-diamond-hues-bow-tie-drop-earrings.html
-I’ve thought of her gown as being similar to Keira Knightley’s Vera Wang gown from the 2006 Oscars, just in deep green instead of red.
(recaptcha: Francoise spaniard - I'm guessing I have some ticked off countries who wanted an appearance here...?)
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Anon, this fill makes my heart burst. For some reason I was expecting genderbent US, and then it was England and it was perfect. Her, their relationship and interactions, everything. And that half-untentional kiss. Oh my god.
♥ ♥ A million hearts for you, Anon.
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And I'm so glad you were the one who wrote this, seeing Alana again made me smile so wide. I really, really love that character of yours, you know.
And her with Alfred is just priceless. There's a quiet sense of rightness to the whole thing, and its just perfect.
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