A Most Unexpected Meeting [1/2]
anonymous
July 11 2009, 15:21:58 UTC
Btw, not one of any of the anons who offered. :) Pardon for the lack of cheesy lines.
George was a promising young man. He was only at his late twenties, yet he was already on his way to be amongst the stars of their accounting firm. He was brilliant, handsome, and charming. The whole package, if the many bitter bachelors of the city could have a word or two in.
Though right now, George was not Mister Black, nor was he the calm and collected person he was often thought to be. He was a rich man on a night of bar hopping and finding the passions buried deep within his heart. And currently, his eyes greedily following the motion of a person that was slowly awakening the ferocious tiger that was hiding in him. The person wasn't exactly the most good-looking, but there was something charming about him - a him, a person not of the fairer sex; and George was surprised, but severely uncaring at the end as he'd never been raised by conservative parents, nor was he unable to see the... finer mechanics of a relationship with a person standing on the same side of the fence as he - that caught George hook, line, and sinker.
The object of George's attention was a man wearing a green sweater vest, a white button-up shirt, cream-colored slacks, and nice-looking shoes. A man who would've looked prim and proper if he didn't look like he was trying to overdose himself with alcohol.
George put on his best smile as he walked over to where the man was and eased himself on the barstool beside the man. He called the bartender and ordered for a drink. Something light to start the night.
"Swell evening, isn't it?" he asked.
"Brilliant," the other answered.
"You a foreigner?"
"Do I look American to you?" A scowl was on the man's face.
George simply shrugged, hoping to get a more casual air. "It was the accent. First time here?"
"If you're talking about the establishment, then I'd say yes. What's it to you?"
"Nothing, of course. Just talking."
"Mind your own business then... Who are you?" Accusatory eyes were glued on George's countenance.
"George. George Black," he answered.
"Fool's what you are for giving your name to a stranger."
"I trust you."
"How come?"
"Feels like I've seen you before." He leaned on the tabletop and got a closer look at the man he was trying to chat up. Those green eyes were more brilliant up close.
"Oh, please. You couldn't even see enough to get yourself out of a paper bag." The man snorted and, with a flick of his wrist, emptied the amber-colored content of his glass.
George liked the feisty ones. A more feral smile developed on his face. "Perhaps if you gave your name, I might remember where I saw you."
"You're a millennium too young to be using that on me." He waved the barman over.
"I'll pay." He took out his wallet.
England was never one to refuse a free drink, so he allowed the lad to treat him. Free alcohol was always the best. Unless it was wine, then it was no good. Wine reminded him too much of that frog bastard who was probably flirting with some unknowing dame somewhere in the fine bars of France. England scowled. He hoped the pervert would choke on his wine and his snails and whatever abominable food the French had.
"How long have you been in New York?" George asked as their glasses hit the table with a definite and resounding clink.
A Most Unexpected Meeting [2/2]
anonymous
July 11 2009, 15:23:02 UTC
"You here for work?" Work was possibly the only reason why people went to places they didn't want to go. This man appeared to dislike America a lot.
"Why, no. I rode a plane just to bar hop here. Why else would I be in this damn city?"
George chuckled. All of his advances were being turned down just like that. What kind of an inebriated individual was the man he was flirting with anyway? "True," was the only response he could think of. "What's your work? You seem like the sort of person to be in something important."
"You seem like you're a pansy."
"... Are you an instructor for some nearby university?"
"Can't stand teaching ungrateful brats." Then he muttered a couple of other things.
"The same here. I don't like children."
"What? Are you kidding me? Children are great. It's only when they turn obnoxious and rebellious that they're horrid." England's face scrunched into something not quite nice.
George was beginning to fear that his target was a married man. "You're married then?" he asked, hoping to alleviate his fears.
"No," was England's curt response that told the man not to inquire further.
Just when George was about to open his mouth to ask about something else, a blond man sat beside England and slapped him on a back, making him lurch a bit.
"So there you are, Arthur!" the blond exclaimed, his blue eyes glimmering in the dim lights of the bar. "Been looking for you everywhere, old man!"
England cussed at the liquid that had been wasted on the table before glaring at the newcomer. "Just don't go around hitting people like that, Am- Alfred!"
"Yeah, well, you just disappeared on me like that, so it's your fault. Anyways, who's that?"
"That's anyway, Alfred. And who?"
"The man you're talking with. I don't think we've met." He shot a glare at George's direction.
"George Black," George said, glaring at the blond himself.
England merely shrugged. "He just started talking to me like some loon."
"You gotta say bye to your friend there, Iggy. We're going home," America said, the acute, sharp lividness in his eyes never dimming as he looked at George the Accountant.
"I've not exhausted the bar's liquor yet. Leave me be."
"If you want booze, I've got them in my house. Let's just leave now. You'll thank me for it in the morning while you're puking less in the toilet bowl."
"Fine, brat."
And so America led England away.
But not before shooting a final, lingering "I'm onto you!" look at George.
Re: A Most Unexpected Meeting [2/2]
anonymous
July 12 2009, 13:00:01 UTC
OP!Anon loves you so much for this fill! The characterisation is just spot on and I love how snarky England is and can totally imagine America giving that 'I'm onto you!' look complete with hand motions.
Re: A Most Unexpected Meeting [2/2]
anonymous
July 12 2009, 14:42:13 UTC
I second that! I kind of liked him, stubborn guy, not one to give up so easily. Perhaps the talented anon could have them meet again? ;) And maybe make our dear mister Black more (un)lucky?
Re: A Most Unexpected Meeting [2/2]
anonymous
July 12 2009, 19:42:00 UTC
Another random anon also agrees that George Black needs to make a second appearance. The awesomeness of this fic and George cannot be contained to only one fic, a sequel is needed :DDDD
This fandom needs more jealous!Alfred and oblivious!Arthur, y/y? XD
Re: A Most Unexpected Meeting [2/2]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 07:09:36 UTC
I agree with various anons! This just screams for a sequel! Hopefully dear Mr. Black will run into Arthur when Arthur is sober and less cranky? Maybe Arthur will notice jealous!Alfred and tease him some by flirting? the possibilities! haha more pleasseee!!
George was a promising young man. He was only at his late twenties, yet he was already on his way to be amongst the stars of their accounting firm. He was brilliant, handsome, and charming. The whole package, if the many bitter bachelors of the city could have a word or two in.
Though right now, George was not Mister Black, nor was he the calm and collected person he was often thought to be. He was a rich man on a night of bar hopping and finding the passions buried deep within his heart. And currently, his eyes greedily following the motion of a person that was slowly awakening the ferocious tiger that was hiding in him. The person wasn't exactly the most good-looking, but there was something charming about him - a him, a person not of the fairer sex; and George was surprised, but severely uncaring at the end as he'd never been raised by conservative parents, nor was he unable to see the... finer mechanics of a relationship with a person standing on the same side of the fence as he - that caught George hook, line, and sinker.
The object of George's attention was a man wearing a green sweater vest, a white button-up shirt, cream-colored slacks, and nice-looking shoes. A man who would've looked prim and proper if he didn't look like he was trying to overdose himself with alcohol.
George put on his best smile as he walked over to where the man was and eased himself on the barstool beside the man. He called the bartender and ordered for a drink. Something light to start the night.
"Swell evening, isn't it?" he asked.
"Brilliant," the other answered.
"You a foreigner?"
"Do I look American to you?" A scowl was on the man's face.
George simply shrugged, hoping to get a more casual air. "It was the accent. First time here?"
"If you're talking about the establishment, then I'd say yes. What's it to you?"
"Nothing, of course. Just talking."
"Mind your own business then... Who are you?" Accusatory eyes were glued on George's countenance.
"George. George Black," he answered.
"Fool's what you are for giving your name to a stranger."
"I trust you."
"How come?"
"Feels like I've seen you before." He leaned on the tabletop and got a closer look at the man he was trying to chat up. Those green eyes were more brilliant up close.
"Oh, please. You couldn't even see enough to get yourself out of a paper bag." The man snorted and, with a flick of his wrist, emptied the amber-colored content of his glass.
George liked the feisty ones. A more feral smile developed on his face. "Perhaps if you gave your name, I might remember where I saw you."
"You're a millennium too young to be using that on me." He waved the barman over.
"I'll pay." He took out his wallet.
England was never one to refuse a free drink, so he allowed the lad to treat him. Free alcohol was always the best. Unless it was wine, then it was no good. Wine reminded him too much of that frog bastard who was probably flirting with some unknowing dame somewhere in the fine bars of France. England scowled. He hoped the pervert would choke on his wine and his snails and whatever abominable food the French had.
"How long have you been in New York?" George asked as their glasses hit the table with a definite and resounding clink.
"Couple of days, give or take," England said.
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"Why, no. I rode a plane just to bar hop here. Why else would I be in this damn city?"
George chuckled. All of his advances were being turned down just like that. What kind of an inebriated individual was the man he was flirting with anyway? "True," was the only response he could think of. "What's your work? You seem like the sort of person to be in something important."
"You seem like you're a pansy."
"... Are you an instructor for some nearby university?"
"Can't stand teaching ungrateful brats." Then he muttered a couple of other things.
"The same here. I don't like children."
"What? Are you kidding me? Children are great. It's only when they turn obnoxious and rebellious that they're horrid." England's face scrunched into something not quite nice.
George was beginning to fear that his target was a married man. "You're married then?" he asked, hoping to alleviate his fears.
"No," was England's curt response that told the man not to inquire further.
Just when George was about to open his mouth to ask about something else, a blond man sat beside England and slapped him on a back, making him lurch a bit.
"So there you are, Arthur!" the blond exclaimed, his blue eyes glimmering in the dim lights of the bar. "Been looking for you everywhere, old man!"
England cussed at the liquid that had been wasted on the table before glaring at the newcomer. "Just don't go around hitting people like that, Am- Alfred!"
"Yeah, well, you just disappeared on me like that, so it's your fault. Anyways, who's that?"
"That's anyway, Alfred. And who?"
"The man you're talking with. I don't think we've met." He shot a glare at George's direction.
"George Black," George said, glaring at the blond himself.
England merely shrugged. "He just started talking to me like some loon."
"You gotta say bye to your friend there, Iggy. We're going home," America said, the acute, sharp lividness in his eyes never dimming as he looked at George the Accountant.
"I've not exhausted the bar's liquor yet. Leave me be."
"If you want booze, I've got them in my house. Let's just leave now. You'll thank me for it in the morning while you're puking less in the toilet bowl."
"Fine, brat."
And so America led England away.
But not before shooting a final, lingering "I'm onto you!" look at George.
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"Tootsie feller" LOLWHUT recaptcha! XD
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The characterisation is just spot on and I love how snarky England is and can totally imagine America giving that 'I'm onto you!' look complete with hand motions.
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This fandom needs more jealous!Alfred and oblivious!Arthur, y/y? XD
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Jealous!Alfred FTW!!! <33
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