France/Vichy - Battle of France [4/?]
anonymous
July 19 2009, 22:54:47 UTC
He has to. Vichy has all the authority here, this petulant child who know it all too well. Vichy gets up to face Francis, to glare at him more effectively:
“Shut up,” he says, again, and he looks almost sulking “If anything survives here, if there's anything of our- of my culture is left from this war, it will be because of me, because of my work! Because while you're lying there spreading your legs to half the Wehrmacht I am here, trying to keep things working, which is more than you ever did! And anyway what's so wrong in trying to learn with the winning side, uh? They obviously know more than you ever did!”
“I can see that,” Francis whispers “Work, family, the oh so precious fatherland. Ideological trash, that's what you're making of the richest culture in the world-”
“I told you to shut up!”
“Yes, I noticed. And you like this so much, don't you, cherie? Playing German, almost having an orgasm just because now you can raise this screeching voice of yours to give me orders-”
The backhand doesn't surprise him. Francis' licks his lips, tastes the blood, and keeps talking:
“I see,” he slowly says “That I put the finger on the wound, no?”
Vichy's eyes are cold. He walks around the table, and what Francis hates the most is how his first reflex is to back away, to run away. Vichy stands before him now and Francis doesn't move, even when the boy gets so close Francis can feel his heat.
“We both know where you put your fingers,” Vichy whispers “And your mouth. And only you know what else.”
Francis can feel his breath - wine, he thinks, and how long it's been since he last drank wine?- and smiles, a bitter bloodied smile:
“You think you'll turn France into Germany, don't you? You know, Vichy, when this is over, when this war is over, whatever the end may be, you won't have an, an improved France, or whatever it is that you want to create. But you won't have a Germany, either. I don't know what this will be, but whatever it is, it won't b worth having.”
“Really?” his mouth is too close, now “Do you want to tell this to our - my people? See if they agree with you?”
“My love,” Francis says “You don't have a people. You don't have anything.”
Vichy raises his hand. Francis braces for another slap, but Vichy holds a lock of his hair, turns it around his fingers:
“Oh yes I have. You're the one who doesn't. You don't have a name, a reason to live, you have nothing. Nothing but Ludwig's cock on your mouth.”
“Everything you ever wanted, non?”
Vichy twists the hair lock, pulling at the roots, and Francis holds back a whimper. Vichy glares at him, black eyes burning:
“All I ever wanted,” the boy says, his voice trembling in anger “All I want is to save this country, to get us out of this hole you threw us in!”
“All you have to do is ask,” Francis says, a whisper that's almost a mock of sensuality “A sweet little puppy like you, I'm sure he'll let you suck him too. Maybe even more.”
Vichy twists his hand, and the curl of hair comes lose in his hand. Francis bites his lips, tears spreading in his eyes:
“Maybe,” Vichy says “Maybe I want to put it in your mouth.”
“Do it, love. If you think you're brave enough.”
Vichy touches his face, the tip of his finger on the corner of Francis' eyes:
“I'll make you cry again. That's a promise.”
“Duly noted. And I, I'll make you scream.”
Not now. Later, later. When the time comes to kill some rats.
Now, Vichy takes one small step back. He raises one eyebrow, opens his fingers and let the golden threads fall softly on the floor.
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anonymous
July 19 2009, 23:18:01 UTC
You think you'll turn France into Germany, don't you? Yes. Yes. This is the best line, I think - although the sexualized violence is beautiful too - I'm just. Oh. You cannot make a Germany out of a France (and I do not mean the characters in Hetalia, I mean the nations, lowercase n) because they are not like that, and trying will break you, will make you mad. And I think Vichy is going there, a little. A lot. In a way that Francis is not, and will not.
I also see a different side to Francis's philandering ways here - yes, he wants to sleep with everything that moves and is self-aware, but that gives him something, that he can transcend sexual behavior because it's not all there is of him despite it being how people view him. Whereas Vichy is not, has not, and for him the sexuality is the root of his behavior - whereas Francis is far deeper than that. If I'm making sense here.
Re: France/Vichy - Battle of France [4/?]
anonymous
July 19 2009, 23:43:45 UTC
This is incredible. I love the tension in the dialogue between Francis and Vichy, the hatred is just palpable. Am eagerly awaiting the rest of this fic!
“Shut up,” he says, again, and he looks almost sulking “If anything survives here, if there's anything of our- of my culture is left from this war, it will be because of me, because of my work! Because while you're lying there spreading your legs to half the Wehrmacht I am here, trying to keep things working, which is more than you ever did! And anyway what's so wrong in trying to learn with the winning side, uh? They obviously know more than you ever did!”
“I can see that,” Francis whispers “Work, family, the oh so precious fatherland. Ideological trash, that's what you're making of the richest culture in the world-”
“I told you to shut up!”
“Yes, I noticed. And you like this so much, don't you, cherie? Playing German, almost having an orgasm just because now you can raise this screeching voice of yours to give me orders-”
The backhand doesn't surprise him. Francis' licks his lips, tastes the blood, and keeps talking:
“I see,” he slowly says “That I put the finger on the wound, no?”
Vichy's eyes are cold. He walks around the table, and what Francis hates the most is how his first reflex is to back away, to run away. Vichy stands before him now and Francis doesn't move, even when the boy gets so close Francis can feel his heat.
“We both know where you put your fingers,” Vichy whispers “And your mouth. And only you know what else.”
Francis can feel his breath - wine, he thinks, and how long it's been since he last drank wine?- and smiles, a bitter bloodied smile:
“You think you'll turn France into Germany, don't you? You know, Vichy, when this is over, when this war is over, whatever the end may be, you won't have an, an improved France, or whatever it is that you want to create. But you won't have a Germany, either. I don't know what this will be, but whatever it is, it won't b worth having.”
“Really?” his mouth is too close, now “Do you want to tell this to our - my people? See if they agree with you?”
“My love,” Francis says “You don't have a people. You don't have anything.”
Vichy raises his hand. Francis braces for another slap, but Vichy holds a lock of his hair, turns it around his fingers:
“Oh yes I have. You're the one who doesn't. You don't have a name, a reason to live, you have nothing. Nothing but Ludwig's cock on your mouth.”
“Everything you ever wanted, non?”
Vichy twists the hair lock, pulling at the roots, and Francis holds back a whimper. Vichy glares at him, black eyes burning:
“All I ever wanted,” the boy says, his voice trembling in anger “All I want is to save this country, to get us out of this hole you threw us in!”
“All you have to do is ask,” Francis says, a whisper that's almost a mock of sensuality “A sweet little puppy like you, I'm sure he'll let you suck him too. Maybe even more.”
Vichy twists his hand, and the curl of hair comes lose in his hand. Francis bites his lips, tears spreading in his eyes:
“Maybe,” Vichy says “Maybe I want to put it in your mouth.”
“Do it, love. If you think you're brave enough.”
Vichy touches his face, the tip of his finger on the corner of Francis' eyes:
“I'll make you cry again. That's a promise.”
“Duly noted. And I, I'll make you scream.”
Not now. Later, later. When the time comes to kill some rats.
Now, Vichy takes one small step back. He raises one eyebrow, opens his fingers and let the golden threads fall softly on the floor.
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Yes. Yes. This is the best line, I think - although the sexualized violence is beautiful too - I'm just. Oh. You cannot make a Germany out of a France (and I do not mean the characters in Hetalia, I mean the nations, lowercase n) because they are not like that, and trying will break you, will make you mad. And I think Vichy is going there, a little. A lot. In a way that Francis is not, and will not.
I also see a different side to Francis's philandering ways here - yes, he wants to sleep with everything that moves and is self-aware, but that gives him something, that he can transcend sexual behavior because it's not all there is of him despite it being how people view him. Whereas Vichy is not, has not, and for him the sexuality is the root of his behavior - whereas Francis is far deeper than that. If I'm making sense here.
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