Star-Crossed Lovers
anonymous
August 1 2009, 16:07:24 UTC
I’ve seen plenty of fills and fics in which nation-tans relationships end or are destroyed by wars or other foreign disagreements between their countries.
Well, now I want to see something where the nations continue to see each other despite this, disapproving bosses, public or ally!nations be damned. Multiple fills encouraged, because there are many options.~
Bonus: Either Poland and Lithuania in regard to the Polish-Lithuanian War, or Russia and America involving the Cold War, just because these are usually seen as the time where these couples completely hated each other, and I’d like to see a twist on them.
Hotline Use and Abuse (1/1)
anonymous
August 17 2009, 23:01:21 UTC
America grinned to himself as he stood in front of the telegraph his boss just had installed into the NMCC.
"D-do you need any assistance, sir?" the technician asked, hovering at his side.
He waved the man off, still staring at the keys and typed out his message.
Ivan: Think you can come over soon? Or are you still dealing with that mess with Cuba? It's been months and I still want to take you to that Hitchcock movie. Alfred
America's mind was just starting to drift toward what could happen after the movie, when the paper tape rolled out with the response. He eyed it with a little suspicion, since he honestly didn't expect it yet, but grabbed the paper anyway.
What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, you git? Do you honestly think I'd pass that sort of message on?
So, England had been inspecting his telegraph stations again. America growled under his breath and banged out a response to his ex-colonizer.
YES. Curtains are made to be shoved out of the way, old man.While he was standing there waiting, another aide made his
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [1/?]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 17:51:38 UTC
[OP, this Anon loves a)LietPolLiet, b)working history into her headcanon, and c)excuses for angstyfluff, so she thanks you. With fic =D That's the best thanks, right?]
I may not hide it - my heart's devotion Is not a season's brief emotion; Thy love in childhood began to seize me And ne'er shall fade until death release me
--The Boatman (Fear A' Bhàta), Scottish traditional
There was nothing about this war that Poland didn't hate.
He hated Russia, dogging his every step towards freedom, like a hundred and twenty-five years hadn't been way more than long enough under that lunatic's thumb
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [2/?]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 17:53:54 UTC
Their eyes met over the top of a shotgun barrel, and it all came back.
Every memory was there: The time, in a younger, wilder world, when they'd first caught sight of each other, as Lithuania danced and sang to gods whose names he'd all but forgotten now, and Poland hid in a tree and tried not to be caught watching; the wooden beads of the rosary a tiny, stuttering, pink-cheeked Poland had given to Lithuania as a present, and taught him to know and love and take refuge in; the beat of the drums that had called them to war, side by side; the sight of one another flying before the cavalry, cloaks and wings and manes and hair all streaming in the wind; a first kiss, by the banks of the Wisła, clumsy and shy and exhilarating...
Centuries upon centuries of laughter, arguments, joy, grief, friendship, trust, longing, love...
Poland felt his face turn as red as the bottom stripe of his flag. Lithuania felt his stomach melt into a hundred thousand warm, tickly things. Familiar sensations, as though nothing at all had changed.
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [3/?]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 17:56:40 UTC
An errant shell exploded too near to the shed for comfort; out of habit, Poland hit the ground, pulling Lithuania with him. When long enough had passed to make it apparent that no one was aiming at their shelter, Poland sat up with a sigh, resting his back against the wall
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [4/?]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 17:58:10 UTC
Lithuania's fingers mimicked Poland's, unfastening buttons, seeking more of that smooth, pale skin, brushing against places that made Poland gasp and whine into the kiss, arching his body into the touch. The effect of that reaction on Lithuania was instantaneous; he felt his blood rush all of a sudden, racing to get up to his face and down someplace else entirely. And while kissing Poland, being held by him, being near him, had been more than enough to make him happy a moment ago, now Lithuania wanted -- needed -- more. Needed to be closer, so close that nothing could be between them... His fingertips dug into Poland's hips as he tried to keep such thoughts from getting out of control
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [5/7+Omake]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 18:00:51 UTC
They tangled together, arms and legs and lips and tongues, hips rocking against hips in a syncopated, imperfect rhythm that was amazing, but not enough, not for either of them... Poland broke from the kiss, seized one of Lithuania's hands, slid his tongue up the length of Lithuania's fingers in a way that made the brunet quite sure that his heart was going to pound its way out of his chest right there.
"P...Poland," he managed, as his face went red. "Is... Is that going to be enough?"
Poland took the fingers out of his mouth just long enough to roll his eyes. "I can deal." He flipped his hair back out of his face, and something about the gesture was so Poland that Lithuania almost laughed. "Like, seriously, don't worry so much
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [6/7+Omake]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 18:03:44 UTC
Even knowing what was about to happen, Poland really hated the brief feeling of emptiness as Lithuania pulled his fingers away and lifted Poland’s legs around his waist. Empty, alone… They’d been forced apart too long. He’d been alone too long.
“Come on, Liet,” he said again, hardly more than a whisper this time. “I like, want you in me. I need you in me, I need you closer, I totally can’t stand waiting any longer, so-ohmigod!”
The world seemed to jerk to a halt for a moment, as both of them tried to get their bearings. Poland was still tight, almost like the first time they’d done this, and Lithuania could hardly hold himself up in the face of that tightness, that heat, that blessed friction… Beneath him, Poland gasped for air, head thrown back, skin flushed with excitement, whispering curses like they were terms of affection
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [7/7+Omake]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 18:04:59 UTC
When he came to, the stars had come out, shining bright and clear in the dark summer sky. Somehow, he had wound up on the ground, with his head pillowed on a stack of his own clothes and a Polish uniform jacket draped over him like a blanket. Groggily, he pushed himself up on his arms and looked around the dark of the shed
( ... )
Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [Omake~]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 18:06:11 UTC
OMAKE!
It was hard to tell with that big old moustache of his in the way, but from the way his eyebrows were bunched up, Poland was pretty sure his boss was scowling at him.
“Feliks.”
The blond smiled sweetly. “Like, yes, Józef?”
Piłsudski’s expression changed, this time to the “my country is going to drive me to drink” look.
“Where, pray tell, were you until three in the morning?”
“Patrolling!” Poland lied gleefully. Piłsudski raised an eyebrow at him.
“And you lost your jacket in the line of duty?”
Poland slung himself down in the chair across from his boss’s desk, feet dangling over one arm of it. “It was like, heinously hot out there, you know? It was like, either the coat had to go, or I was gonna have to like, commandeer some ice from the nearest town, and seriously, how lame would that be? ‘Like, army business, gimme your ice so I can stuff it in my shirt
( ... )
Re: Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [Omake~]
anonymous
August 26 2009, 03:43:25 UTC
Why has no one commented on this yet?! O_O This was an adorable fill, anon! I've always been a sucker for nations not necessarily feeling the same as their people and having thoughts and hearts of their own, and hey, if Austria and Hungary can still be together after their divorce, why can't it be the same for other couples?
Especially loved Poland blatantly lying to his boss and the latter being utterly unable to call him out on it. That suits his character so well, and was a nice, light-hearted way to end the story after the star-crossed lovers angst.
Re: Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [Omake~]
anonymous
August 26 2009, 11:11:47 UTC
Author-anon, you are AMAZING. This is AMAZING. I was just bemoaning the fact that there has been hardly any Pol/Liet on the kink_meme just yesterday, and today I stumble across this little gem. It is heart-breaking and sweet and such a refreshing take on this time period. Just amazing.
This was my favorite line; it was so very, very Poland:
"I'm like, sick of but, Liet. I'm totally, gag-me-with-a-spoon, never wanna hear it again in my life sick of 'I can't', and 'you have to', and 'if only'!"
Re: Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [Omake~]
anonymous
August 26 2009, 12:03:14 UTC
I'm just going to second everything that's been said. Easily one of the best PolLiet fills, and this whole fic just made me so stupidly happy by the end, I'm still smiling thinking about it. This made me have renewed faith in the kinkmeme so thank you so much &hearts
Well, now I want to see something where the nations continue to see each other despite this, disapproving bosses, public or ally!nations be damned. Multiple fills encouraged, because there are many options.~
Bonus: Either Poland and Lithuania in regard to the Polish-Lithuanian War, or Russia and America involving the Cold War, just because these are usually seen as the time where these couples completely hated each other, and I’d like to see a twist on them.
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"D-do you need any assistance, sir?" the technician asked, hovering at his side.
He waved the man off, still staring at the keys and typed out his message.
Ivan:
Think you can come over soon? Or are you still dealing with that mess with Cuba? It's been months and I still want to take you to that Hitchcock movie.
Alfred
America's mind was just starting to drift toward what could happen after the movie, when the paper tape rolled out with the response. He eyed it with a little suspicion, since he honestly didn't expect it yet, but grabbed the paper anyway.
What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, you git? Do you honestly think I'd pass that sort of message on?
So, England had been inspecting his telegraph stations again. America growled under his breath and banged out a response to his ex-colonizer.
YES. Curtains are made to be shoved out of the way, old man.While he was standing there waiting, another aide made his ( ... )
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I may not hide it - my heart's devotion
Is not a season's brief emotion;
Thy love in childhood began to seize me
And ne'er shall fade until death release me
--The Boatman (Fear A' Bhàta), Scottish traditional
There was nothing about this war that Poland didn't hate.
He hated Russia, dogging his every step towards freedom, like a hundred and twenty-five years hadn't been way more than long enough under that lunatic's thumb ( ... )
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Every memory was there: The time, in a younger, wilder world, when they'd first caught sight of each other, as Lithuania danced and sang to gods whose names he'd all but forgotten now, and Poland hid in a tree and tried not to be caught watching; the wooden beads of the rosary a tiny, stuttering, pink-cheeked Poland had given to Lithuania as a present, and taught him to know and love and take refuge in; the beat of the drums that had called them to war, side by side; the sight of one another flying before the cavalry, cloaks and wings and manes and hair all streaming in the wind; a first kiss, by the banks of the Wisła, clumsy and shy and exhilarating...
Centuries upon centuries of laughter, arguments, joy, grief, friendship, trust, longing, love...
Poland felt his face turn as red as the bottom stripe of his flag. Lithuania felt his stomach melt into a hundred thousand warm, tickly things. Familiar sensations, as though nothing at all had changed.
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They tangled together, arms and legs and lips and tongues, hips rocking against hips in a syncopated, imperfect rhythm that was amazing, but not enough, not for either of them... Poland broke from the kiss, seized one of Lithuania's hands, slid his tongue up the length of Lithuania's fingers in a way that made the brunet quite sure that his heart was going to pound its way out of his chest right there.
"P...Poland," he managed, as his face went red. "Is... Is that going to be enough?"
Poland took the fingers out of his mouth just long enough to roll his eyes. "I can deal." He flipped his hair back out of his face, and something about the gesture was so Poland that Lithuania almost laughed. "Like, seriously, don't worry so much ( ... )
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Even knowing what was about to happen, Poland really hated the brief feeling of emptiness as Lithuania pulled his fingers away and lifted Poland’s legs around his waist. Empty, alone… They’d been forced apart too long. He’d been alone too long.
“Come on, Liet,” he said again, hardly more than a whisper this time. “I like, want you in me. I need you in me, I need you closer, I totally can’t stand waiting any longer, so-ohmigod!”
The world seemed to jerk to a halt for a moment, as both of them tried to get their bearings. Poland was still tight, almost like the first time they’d done this, and Lithuania could hardly hold himself up in the face of that tightness, that heat, that blessed friction… Beneath him, Poland gasped for air, head thrown back, skin flushed with excitement, whispering curses like they were terms of affection ( ... )
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It was hard to tell with that big old moustache of his in the way, but from the way his eyebrows were bunched up, Poland was pretty sure his boss was scowling at him.
“Feliks.”
The blond smiled sweetly. “Like, yes, Józef?”
Piłsudski’s expression changed, this time to the “my country is going to drive me to drink” look.
“Where, pray tell, were you until three in the morning?”
“Patrolling!” Poland lied gleefully. Piłsudski raised an eyebrow at him.
“And you lost your jacket in the line of duty?”
Poland slung himself down in the chair across from his boss’s desk, feet dangling over one arm of it. “It was like, heinously hot out there, you know? It was like, either the coat had to go, or I was gonna have to like, commandeer some ice from the nearest town, and seriously, how lame would that be? ‘Like, army business, gimme your ice so I can stuff it in my shirt ( ... )
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Especially loved Poland blatantly lying to his boss and the latter being utterly unable to call him out on it. That suits his character so well, and was a nice, light-hearted way to end the story after the star-crossed lovers angst.
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Oh Liet/Pol why do I love you guys so much? XD
Poland, is like, totes telling the truth Piłsudski, like, why would you ever doubt the awesome brilliance and virtue of Poland. Duh!
reCAPTCHA: loving reload. OHOHOHO reCAPCHA it certainly was ;D
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This was my favorite line; it was so very, very Poland:
"I'm like, sick of but, Liet. I'm totally, gag-me-with-a-spoon, never wanna hear it again in my life sick of 'I can't', and 'you have to', and 'if only'!"
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