Redcoat

[dreamslikeglass]

Title: Redcoat
Genre: General
Characters/Pairing(s): US/UK
Rating/Warnings: PG13, America being a horny SOB, but nothing explicit.
Summary: One morning, America wakes up face to face with England's past and the memories of the American Revolution fresh in the air. Originally for the kink-meme, now edited.

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Comments

[sephydark]

I really liked this fic. It was a bit strange, but an interesting bit of what if. It's kind of nice that England has a bit of hope at the end, even though he just lost the Revolution.

[sephydark]

Oh, and I don't mind you taking a break from Author!Anon for this. It was certainly good enough to be a worthy use of your time.

[dreamslikeglass]

Thanks!

[dreamslikeglass]

Wow thanks~ I was kinda worried that this would come out a touch cracky. Good thing it didn't!

[leaper182]

:O

I have this overwhelming urge to cuddle Arthur a great deal -- both the poor, confused 1700s version for his woobie confusion, and the present-day version for the fact that I can see him having to keep himself from talking to you.

I mean, you were in bed, and then there's a redcoat!Arthur! Who is made of confused hotness. And yet he's back home, so of course he wouldn't be with you. But you're so not complaining, because you get to be with your Iggy. Only not.

Of course, any intelligent thoughts about this fic are short-circuited by the sheer hotness of England in his redcoat uniform.

Because I might or might not have a thing for guys in uniform.

>_>

[dreamslikeglass]

*nods* Iggy in uniform is pretty hot. Iggy out of uniform is even hotter. XD

[leaper182]

Oh, Alfred. Your pervy-ness is probably why I love you so much.

The hotness helps. It does.

So, is Arthur's middle name Ignatius? I realize that the fandom has a habit of calling England "Iggy" due to "Igirisu", but I like the idea of him being Arthur Ignatius Kirkland. It's sounds English. :D

[hetalia17]

...First time I've heard that...and I actually like it! Holy crap! Seconded on this little idea! <3

[dauphkantus]

This is quite different, and not in any bad way. The hope and pain and hurt are all so easily felt there.

As a quote I once heard somewhere else, and am mangling here- it doesn't matter what genre of story it is, as long as it tells something about what it's like to be human. or a nation *heart* =D

[dreamslikeglass]

Glad you enjoyed!

That's a great quote. First time I ever heard it.

[dauphkantus]

If I had Dreamsongs 2 with me (George R.R. Martin) I'd double check, but I think it was something he said that I was slightly mangling in summarizing.

[starfoxx322]

Ohey, don't mind you taking a break from Author!Anon one bit. We all know what happens when you spend too long on a story without a break. Baaaaad things. Bad things indeed. @__@

This fic was lovely. I enjoyed how clueless America was about the whole thing for awhile, it was rather adorable. Plus, I love how you explained why England couldn't shoot that day in Yorktown and tied it all in. I had always thought it was kind of not random, per se, but odd. Idk, it's one of those things that only really makes sense in my head.

Best of luck with Author!Anon and your phone call!

[dreamslikeglass]

Thanks, I'm going to need that luck.
>.< It's 11:22PM over here and I can't bring myself to dial the number...I will tho! Uh, after another burger.

[starfoxx322]

I hope you managed to make the call after another burger, a round of video games with Tony, and whatever various forms of distraction you used to put calling whoever it was off?