Re: The secret!fem!England author anon here-
anonymous
January 18 2010, 14:20:58 UTC
"Hungary," called England as the meeting broke up, "I beg pardon, may I have a word?"
"Certainly," Hungary said, equally polite, and sent Austria and Germany ahead with a shake of her head at them.
The meeting room was almost empty before England said, "Oh- and Ukraine too, now that I think of it, do you mind?"
The ever-obliging Ukraine halted immediately and went to them, her brother casting a curious but ultimately disinterested look at England, obviously unable to discern her reason for summoning them.
The two of them turned expectantly to England, who had turned to stare out one of the large windows at the garden.
"You are both aware, of course, that I am in fact female, and not male, as the world as large has apparently assumed for all this time."
"Indeed," said Hungary, exchanging a look with Ukraine- America had not spared a second in broadcasting it across both his twitter and his facebook, and France had promptly taken himself off to Germany's home to spill his disbelief to a Prussia who was just as bad at keeping his
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Re: The secret!fem!England author anon here-
anonymous
January 19 2010, 00:32:04 UTC
I have to say that reading England as a female but with the exact same personality as he has in canon is a treat beyond words. And just to top it of, your prose is deliciously clever.
Re: The secret!fem!England author anon here-
anonymous
January 19 2010, 14:47:47 UTC
Ukraine surveyed England's attire with some dismay. "England," she ventured carefully, "I know that you are only dressing as you always do, but
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Re: The secret!fem!England author anon here-
anonymous
February 1 2010, 12:54:23 UTC
Hungary had, over the course of several hundred years dealing with very thick-headed German-speaking nations and skittish horses and rampaging bosses, developed a soothing, half-pleading and half-commanding way of talking. She was using it now, to great effect.
"But England," she said, softly and reasonably. "Of course you need night-things!"
"Like," said Poland, just as earnestly, "TotallyCanada, already weighted down with several large boxy shopping bags with very alarming contents, exchanged despairing looks with a similarly burdened Lithuania. He would also have done it with Germany, but Germany was steadily staring straight ahead as he pretended he was not standing in front of a women's lingerie shop with two other nervous-looking young men, garnering suspicious looks from passers-by
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OP! Loves you.
anonymous
February 3 2010, 17:46:38 UTC
OP! feel very embarassed for only just commenting, but, Is MADLY IN LOVE with this fill. Have my firstborn child. Everything is about this is awesome- and I loved the original fem!England fill, and the characterisation is spot on. Oh, this is everything I wanted and more. Op! just wants to let Writer!anon know how much she absolutely loves this. *f5 party*
Re: The secret!fem!England author anon here-
anonymous
February 7 2010, 16:29:35 UTC
There was something eminently satisfying, England thought, about skinny and pasty as a man being slender and pale as a woman. She was no longer anywhere near as bony as she remembered being, though- a softer life, perhaps, leading to her softer body.
Dressed only in a black lace and silk camisole set, from which she swelled ripely and invitingly- which was indulgent, of course, and so wasteful, but it wasn't as though she was going to get more than one...or two... in another colour...or six... England considered her features. They were. Well. Symmetrical, at the least. For a second or two, caught up in the spirit of the thing, she nearly considered plucking her eyebrows, regardless of how valiantly she had defended them against her compatriots in Europe in verbal match and screaming match
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I am a ninja filler, clearly
anonymous
February 9 2010, 15:32:29 UTC
Russia was in fact curling up, clutching at his coat as a thoroughly inebriated France pulled at it with intent, horribly insidious hands.
"BUT SURELY IT MUST BE SO," bellowed France, who though bereft of his suit jacket and tie, was thankfully otherwise fully dressed- always a blessing to be grateful for with France. His untied hair fell messily over his face, giving him a look of derangement to go with the wildness in his eyes.
Russia began to deeply, deeply, regret turning down Ukraine's request for a pack mule to accompany the women on their shopping trip, and further more regretting allowing France to turn from Prussia's beer to his emergency Vodka stash.
America, predictably, was laughing his ass off in the corner with Prussia, nursing his precious iPhone.
"France-kun," said Russia as levelly as he could, "I am not a woman."
"BUT HOW CAN WE BE SURE?" wailed France, who had clearly taken sudden, visceral awareness of England's femininity very badly indeed.
"I am very sure," said Russia, struggling with France's
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Oh: this has a title now: Born To Contend With Man
anonymous
February 14 2010, 16:18:26 UTC
America could not have created a bigger sensation had he blown up the hotel.
Many of the other Nations had been gathered around the common areas, chatting lightly, watching France and Prussia make fools of themselves, very rarely doing work, and in many cases not at all restricted to Greece, napping in the sun spilling through windows into the very large climate-controlled room. This being the first day, none of them had very much yet gotten sick of each other, and thus there were nearly all of them within earshot.
Instant, glorious pandemonium.
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Liechtenstein winced as she hurriedly shut off her phone before Big Brother's frantic, bellowed questions could offend her companions. Not that she would want to distress her brother in any way, of course, but she was really, truly enjoying the impromptu outing, blessedly free from business, getting to know her fellow ladies without the complex socio-economic-political ramifications or considerations
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"Certainly," Hungary said, equally polite, and sent Austria and Germany ahead with a shake of her head at them.
The meeting room was almost empty before England said, "Oh- and Ukraine too, now that I think of it, do you mind?"
The ever-obliging Ukraine halted immediately and went to them, her brother casting a curious but ultimately disinterested look at England, obviously unable to discern her reason for summoning them.
The two of them turned expectantly to England, who had turned to stare out one of the large windows at the garden.
"You are both aware, of course, that I am in fact female, and not male, as the world as large has apparently assumed for all this time."
"Indeed," said Hungary, exchanging a look with Ukraine- America had not spared a second in broadcasting it across both his twitter and his facebook, and France had promptly taken himself off to Germany's home to spill his disbelief to a Prussia who was just as bad at keeping his ( ... )
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This reads like epic material already, anon ♥
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Both the prequel, when the FrUK family learns the truth, and this. Your fem!England is perfectXD
And France, oh God, just marry her already ♥
I'm curious if Spain knowsXD
Suddenly, this fic made anon think of hot Bess/fem!England action
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Also, author!anon: This is fantastic. I have such a thing for fem!England. Your style of writing is very nice too! Love it :)
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^ The prequal
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Oh fandom, please to be writing more fic about England's canon love of McDonalds <3
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NOW
XDDDDDDDDDD
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"But England," she said, softly and reasonably. "Of course you need night-things!"
"Like," said Poland, just as earnestly, "TotallyCanada, already weighted down with several large boxy shopping bags with very alarming contents, exchanged despairing looks with a similarly burdened Lithuania. He would also have done it with Germany, but Germany was steadily staring straight ahead as he pretended he was not standing in front of a women's lingerie shop with two other nervous-looking young men, garnering suspicious looks from passers-by ( ... )
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lmao
And god, Alfred's paranoia. And Germany standing in front of a female lingerie shop. That's enough to break my sanity and make my day
I loved thisXD
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Everything is about this is awesome- and I loved the original fem!England fill, and the characterisation is spot on. Oh, this is everything I wanted and more. Op! just wants to let Writer!anon know how much she absolutely loves this.
*f5 party*
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Dressed only in a black lace and silk camisole set, from which she swelled ripely and invitingly- which was indulgent, of course, and so wasteful, but it wasn't as though she was going to get more than one...or two... in another colour...or six... England considered her features. They were. Well. Symmetrical, at the least. For a second or two, caught up in the spirit of the thing, she nearly considered plucking her eyebrows, regardless of how valiantly she had defended them against her compatriots in Europe in verbal match and screaming match ( ... )
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"BUT SURELY IT MUST BE SO," bellowed France, who though bereft of his suit jacket and tie, was thankfully otherwise fully dressed- always a blessing to be grateful for with France. His untied hair fell messily over his face, giving him a look of derangement to go with the wildness in his eyes.
Russia began to deeply, deeply, regret turning down Ukraine's request for a pack mule to accompany the women on their shopping trip, and further more regretting allowing France to turn from Prussia's beer to his emergency Vodka stash.
America, predictably, was laughing his ass off in the corner with Prussia, nursing his precious iPhone.
"France-kun," said Russia as levelly as he could, "I am not a woman."
"BUT HOW CAN WE BE SURE?" wailed France, who had clearly taken sudden, visceral awareness of England's femininity very badly indeed.
"I am very sure," said Russia, struggling with France's ( ... )
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That is all I have to say.
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Many of the other Nations had been gathered around the common areas, chatting lightly, watching France and Prussia make fools of themselves, very rarely doing work, and in many cases not at all restricted to Greece, napping in the sun spilling through windows into the very large climate-controlled room. This being the first day, none of them had very much yet gotten sick of each other, and thus there were nearly all of them within earshot.
Instant, glorious pandemonium.
.0.
Liechtenstein winced as she hurriedly shut off her phone before Big Brother's frantic, bellowed questions could offend her companions. Not that she would want to distress her brother in any way, of course, but she was really, truly enjoying the impromptu outing, blessedly free from business, getting to know her fellow ladies without the complex socio-economic-political ramifications or considerations ( ... )
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