[fics] three's the charm.
Little ficlet things, all under 1000 words (meaning author's notes are probably longer than actual fic haha) Yes, I'm procrastinating again D: France/England ones going in a separate post, BECAUSE I CAN.
series: axis powers hetalia
characters/pairings: Austria, France, &co. America &co. France &co. (France/Jeanne)
warnings: none!
word count: 200, 209, 297
summary: countries attend a marriage. America receives a pleasant 12-ton surprise. France wonders. Author's notes at the very end.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one-sided
Austria gently holds his archduchess’s delicate gloved hand with both of his as they walk up the steps of the beautiful Chapel Royal. “Calm,” he whispers to her slender form as her hand shakes in his, “it is but a Louis, a Frenchman. Nothing to fear, remember?” And it calms him, too, to hear her quietly giggle at their private joke.
France stands at the altar with his prince, grand and smiling just short of a smirk. He sees the silly grin on his dauphin’s face, and is torn between laughing and pursing his lips disapprovingly. “Political,” he reminds Louis in a small voice. “Do not let romantics get the better of you.” And Louis blinks, because hearing that from France is indeed strange.
The two nations listen to the vows with their usual pretense; under the mask of detached interest, they each eye the other, thoughts of power running through their heads.
His is in love, thinks Austria, and almost lets loose a smile at the pleasing thought.
The sixteenth Louis, muses France, husband to the wife in a foreign country.
And the two nations crack the same plotting smile, because things were going to get very interesting indeed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emperor Washington
America stands with his mouth hanging open, and it is only with a gentle nudge from a ghostly Jefferson that he manages to stop gaping. But really, what is this? This-this waste of a 12-ton marble slab sitting in his harbor; this-oh God-this thing-his hero, giver of freedom and democracy-looking like an American Zeus.
“Emperor Washington,” Franklin muses, and America remembers just how much he has missed Ben’s wit; and his eyes twinkle behind his glasses as an amused smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Rather catchy.”
“Columbus,” states Adams, rounding the statue, “and an Indian. Hercules and Apollo.” He reaches out with a transparent hand to touch the edge of Washington’s throne. “Chest bared in a toga, pointing to the heavens, handing the sword to the people.” Behind him, even the stoic Jefferson lets out a small laugh. “Greenough’s a character, all right.”
The four stand for a moment, eyeing the statue and murmuring vaguely sardonic comments.
It was America that broke the quiet chatter. “Christ, what are we going to do with this?”
In two years’ time, Emperor Washington would find himself re-stationed to the east lawn of the Capitol, sitting where he couldn’t attract any criticism, or elicit any chuckles.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - sweetest sort of sin
Oftentimes, when nights were long and sleepless, France liked to sit, and think, drawing open the tarp of their tent and staring up at the star-speckled, moon-bright sky. But though the war had continued to rage like mad around him (daily and weekly and yearly, tiring him out and wearing him down), his thoughts were not of battles and tactics, nor winning and losing.
His thoughts were of a young woman of seventeen.
His thoughts were of Jeanne D’arc. (He liked to ponder over this girl-this young girl with such a curious aura of charisma that drew in everyone, including he himself.)
Was it sinning, he then wondered, if he wanted her not for himself, but for her? Was it sinning if in addition to loving her person (her dark ocean eyes, her waves of auburn, her winning smile) and personality (her compassion, her unyielding determination, her strength in faith), he also cherished her purity? Was it sinning if though he liked her in her simple farmer girl’s dress, he loved her even more in her polished armor, riding on her steed with France’s-his-banner firm in one hand?
But it couldn’t be sinning, he knew it in his heart; knew it by the way he was content to watch while she talked and laughed with Jean de Metz, the way his name in her voice sent tingles down his spine, the way his pulse jumped in fear when she seemed to be hurt.
And so, France thought, it couldn’t be sinning, because he was sure a thousand times over that though a small part of him wanted her, there was also the undeniable presence of a feeling that was foreign to his thoughts and strange in his heart-the feeling of simple, true love.
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A/N:
one-sided. The official marriage of Louis XVI (then the Dauphin of France) and Maria Antonia of Austria (Marie Antoinette~) took place in the Chapel Royal of Versailles on May 16th, 1770. Of course, they were married for political purposes (to cement the alliance between Austria and France), and both countries wanted to have some power over the other through the marriage. It is thought by some that while Louis was in love with Marie, she had no feelings for him (other accounts tell otherwise, it's kind of unclear, really.)
Emperor Washington. Okay, this thing is hilarious. Congress commissioned it from sculptor Horatio Greenough for display in front of the Capitol. However, the received sculpture was not... quite what they had expected. Founding Fathers are shown here as ghosts because, well... they've kind of passed away by the time this was made (1840). I imagine that Jefferson was kind of quiet, while Franklin was the one that cracked jokes half the time. The few things Adams lists off are features of the statue (like it had Columbus, a Native American, Hercules, and Apollo carved in the sides of the THRONE). It was relocated a couple years later to the east lawn of the Capitol (where people actually continued to make fun of it...) It's now located in the Smithsonian Museum of American History, which is where I first saw it. Cracked me up when the tour guide talked out it. Oh. And it looks like THIS, though it's not in the same spot as in the picture any more.
sweetest sort of sin. My strange love for this pairing is flaring up again. Obviously, France is thinking of Jeanne of Arc. I imagine her with blue eyes, and different sources agree on the fact that she has darkish hair, so I just used auburn as the color. The reason France wonders is because (at least for the Hundred Years' War's duration, it is assumed) Jeanne swears herself to God, promising to stay a virgin. And France wonders if it is right, then, to love her. Jean de Metz is one of Jeanne's aides or companions whom she met at Vaucouleurs. I could go on and on about this, but it wouldn't really be relevant...
Ah, procrastinating. I wish I could stop myself from doing it, I do.
series: axis powers hetalia
characters/pairings: Austria, France, &co. America &co. France &co. (France/Jeanne)
warnings: none!
word count: 200, 209, 297
summary: countries attend a marriage. America receives a pleasant 12-ton surprise. France wonders. Author's notes at the very end.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one-sided
Austria gently holds his archduchess’s delicate gloved hand with both of his as they walk up the steps of the beautiful Chapel Royal. “Calm,” he whispers to her slender form as her hand shakes in his, “it is but a Louis, a Frenchman. Nothing to fear, remember?” And it calms him, too, to hear her quietly giggle at their private joke.
France stands at the altar with his prince, grand and smiling just short of a smirk. He sees the silly grin on his dauphin’s face, and is torn between laughing and pursing his lips disapprovingly. “Political,” he reminds Louis in a small voice. “Do not let romantics get the better of you.” And Louis blinks, because hearing that from France is indeed strange.
The two nations listen to the vows with their usual pretense; under the mask of detached interest, they each eye the other, thoughts of power running through their heads.
His is in love, thinks Austria, and almost lets loose a smile at the pleasing thought.
The sixteenth Louis, muses France, husband to the wife in a foreign country.
And the two nations crack the same plotting smile, because things were going to get very interesting indeed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emperor Washington
America stands with his mouth hanging open, and it is only with a gentle nudge from a ghostly Jefferson that he manages to stop gaping. But really, what is this? This-this waste of a 12-ton marble slab sitting in his harbor; this-oh God-this thing-his hero, giver of freedom and democracy-looking like an American Zeus.
“Emperor Washington,” Franklin muses, and America remembers just how much he has missed Ben’s wit; and his eyes twinkle behind his glasses as an amused smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Rather catchy.”
“Columbus,” states Adams, rounding the statue, “and an Indian. Hercules and Apollo.” He reaches out with a transparent hand to touch the edge of Washington’s throne. “Chest bared in a toga, pointing to the heavens, handing the sword to the people.” Behind him, even the stoic Jefferson lets out a small laugh. “Greenough’s a character, all right.”
The four stand for a moment, eyeing the statue and murmuring vaguely sardonic comments.
It was America that broke the quiet chatter. “Christ, what are we going to do with this?”
In two years’ time, Emperor Washington would find himself re-stationed to the east lawn of the Capitol, sitting where he couldn’t attract any criticism, or elicit any chuckles.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - sweetest sort of sin
Oftentimes, when nights were long and sleepless, France liked to sit, and think, drawing open the tarp of their tent and staring up at the star-speckled, moon-bright sky. But though the war had continued to rage like mad around him (daily and weekly and yearly, tiring him out and wearing him down), his thoughts were not of battles and tactics, nor winning and losing.
His thoughts were of a young woman of seventeen.
His thoughts were of Jeanne D’arc. (He liked to ponder over this girl-this young girl with such a curious aura of charisma that drew in everyone, including he himself.)
Was it sinning, he then wondered, if he wanted her not for himself, but for her? Was it sinning if in addition to loving her person (her dark ocean eyes, her waves of auburn, her winning smile) and personality (her compassion, her unyielding determination, her strength in faith), he also cherished her purity? Was it sinning if though he liked her in her simple farmer girl’s dress, he loved her even more in her polished armor, riding on her steed with France’s-his-banner firm in one hand?
But it couldn’t be sinning, he knew it in his heart; knew it by the way he was content to watch while she talked and laughed with Jean de Metz, the way his name in her voice sent tingles down his spine, the way his pulse jumped in fear when she seemed to be hurt.
And so, France thought, it couldn’t be sinning, because he was sure a thousand times over that though a small part of him wanted her, there was also the undeniable presence of a feeling that was foreign to his thoughts and strange in his heart-the feeling of simple, true love.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A/N:
one-sided. The official marriage of Louis XVI (then the Dauphin of France) and Maria Antonia of Austria (Marie Antoinette~) took place in the Chapel Royal of Versailles on May 16th, 1770. Of course, they were married for political purposes (to cement the alliance between Austria and France), and both countries wanted to have some power over the other through the marriage. It is thought by some that while Louis was in love with Marie, she had no feelings for him (other accounts tell otherwise, it's kind of unclear, really.)
Emperor Washington. Okay, this thing is hilarious. Congress commissioned it from sculptor Horatio Greenough for display in front of the Capitol. However, the received sculpture was not... quite what they had expected. Founding Fathers are shown here as ghosts because, well... they've kind of passed away by the time this was made (1840). I imagine that Jefferson was kind of quiet, while Franklin was the one that cracked jokes half the time. The few things Adams lists off are features of the statue (like it had Columbus, a Native American, Hercules, and Apollo carved in the sides of the THRONE). It was relocated a couple years later to the east lawn of the Capitol (where people actually continued to make fun of it...) It's now located in the Smithsonian Museum of American History, which is where I first saw it. Cracked me up when the tour guide talked out it. Oh. And it looks like THIS, though it's not in the same spot as in the picture any more.
sweetest sort of sin. My strange love for this pairing is flaring up again. Obviously, France is thinking of Jeanne of Arc. I imagine her with blue eyes, and different sources agree on the fact that she has darkish hair, so I just used auburn as the color. The reason France wonders is because (at least for the Hundred Years' War's duration, it is assumed) Jeanne swears herself to God, promising to stay a virgin. And France wonders if it is right, then, to love her. Jean de Metz is one of Jeanne's aides or companions whom she met at Vaucouleurs. I could go on and on about this, but it wouldn't really be relevant...
Ah, procrastinating. I wish I could stop myself from doing it, I do.