"The socially awkward penguin scares me."
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Seriously, I love everything you write. The feelings are so tangible and real that it's always just a joy to read. Also, maybe this is silly-but ever since I started writing Canada, I've developed like an ~inner Matthew~ that reacts to things along with me, and whenever I read your fics my inner Matthew is like alkhlgkfjhglfdkjghdflgkfgjh. lmao. In a really good way.
Like, this bit:
“If all you want is sex-”
“I feel you so much more,” America tells him, “when I’m surrounded by your land. Your sky. Your grass. Your trees. Your bugs. Your night noises, your breathing, your fucking-I don’t even know, your everything.”
Canada sits down across from him. He can feel the heat across the bridge of his nose, and hopes he isn’t going red.
I love how America can be so blunt and indelicate (in Matthew's eyes) and then just like... come out with something that profound and true and turn him speechless. Because this is so them, omg. My Canada kind of flailed forever, not gonna lie. I had to take a moment to keysmash at Fritz about it, even, the first time I read it last night.
Also, this:
America pushes himself over the kitchen table and kisses Canada: too rushed, sticky-lipped, like a freight train. It can hardly be named a kiss. But all the same, something in Canada sighs and untangles. He cups America’s jaw and tilts him just so, easing the movement into something gentler, more natural. Corrects his attempt at expressing himself.
THE WAY YOU WRITE KISSES. It's just so natural. aljkhg. And I love how (in both the fics you posted, and just in general in your fic), America is always all MORE, NOW, CAN'T WAIT, DON'T WANT TO WAIT while Canada is the one who wants to take it slow and ~experience~ everything and be super sensory. So true.
I know you said it shows it's your first Can/Am, but it doesn't show as much as you think it does.
HELLO, THIS IS MY HEADCANON. hnngh.
For all of his suddenness, Canada kept the kiss slow and languid. He never liked rushing, not like America; he drew out their encounters as far as he could, until his brother was incoherent and as malleable as river clay. America accused him of being a passive-aggressive control freak. Canada liked to think of it as “living in the moment.”
Oh, and:
“I liked you better when you could barely talk.” America stuck out his tongue.
“I don’t like you at all.”
LOL Canada, you terrible liar, you. He just spent the whole fic being all oh, America, America, America, why so beautiful, why so mine, always want you like this- and idek how he even expects anyone to believe him after that. XD XD
P.S. I don't even ship Germany/Italy, okay, but damn. That was some good Ger/Ita. Your descriptions. &hearts /wants to marry all your diction, ahhhhhhhh.
Uh. Wow, now that I've made this comment super, super long...
JUST. I LOVE ALL OF THIS FOREVARRRR.
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