Today, eighty-eight years ago 2/?
anonymous
July 28 2010, 03:05:37 UTC
“Mr. Harding, may Latvia and I affirm our new diplomatic ties elsewhere?” Latvia’s ambassador looked like he wasn’t keen on the idea, so of course Harding decided to follow his lead.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, not meeting America’s eyes. America should have realized this would happen. He walked to Harding’s desk and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“But Mr. Harding, you know how nations seal alliances, right?” A crease appeared on Harding’s forehead, like he was searching his memory. “You don’t want to watch our…faggotry, do you?” America said in his quietest whisper. Harding shuddered, and America knew he’d won
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Today, eighty-eight years ago 3/?
anonymous
July 28 2010, 03:06:40 UTC
It took twenty minutes of pleading to convince the kitchen staffers to give up two bottles of their precious beer. It took another ten to find an unoccupied room in which to drink. They finally settled on an out-of-the-way sitting room that smelled heavily of cigars.
While they drank, America struggled to think of something to talk about. He had very little in common with Latvia, and had never spent enough time with him to know more about his personality than ‘He’s very jittery’ and, more recently, ‘He likes beer.’
“Um, is Russia mad that you moved out of his house?” Bad choice! his brain told him a second too late.
Latvia made a face. “Could we keep this visit fun, please?” America felt slightly more optimistic. At least Latvia said he was having fun before America’s big mouth ruined it
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Today, eighty-eight years ago 4/?
anonymous
July 28 2010, 03:07:48 UTC
“You’re being condescending,” was the response he received. “D-don’t treat me like a piece of glass. I’m centuries older than you, I’m no virgin, and I deal with Russia on a regular basis. I’m tougher than you think
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Today, eighty-eight years ago 5/5
anonymous
July 28 2010, 03:09:46 UTC
After failing to remove the semen stains from their suits, America and Latvia decided to check whether Harding and the Latvian ambassador had killed each other yet. They strolled into the Oval Office to discover both men sitting on opposite sides of Harding’s desk, doing paperwork and having a surprisingly civil conversation about the weather
( ... )
Re: Today, eighty-eight years ago 5/5
anonymous
July 28 2010, 05:31:46 UTC
Ahh, I liked this! It's nice to see these two interacting, and it worked surprisingly well :D America seemed very his usual self and I like how you wrote Latvia. Great job!
Re: Today, eighty-eight years ago 5/5
anonymous
July 29 2010, 20:47:30 UTC
*A* This fill.. I'm so happy to see a Latvia/America fill! It's one of my rarepair OTPs~ <3 The characterization was great. I really like your Latvia.. <3
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“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, not meeting America’s eyes. America should have realized this would happen. He walked to Harding’s desk and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“But Mr. Harding, you know how nations seal alliances, right?” A crease appeared on Harding’s forehead, like he was searching his memory. “You don’t want to watch our…faggotry, do you?” America said in his quietest whisper. Harding shuddered, and America knew he’d won ( ... )
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While they drank, America struggled to think of something to talk about. He had very little in common with Latvia, and had never spent enough time with him to know more about his personality than ‘He’s very jittery’ and, more recently, ‘He likes beer.’
“Um, is Russia mad that you moved out of his house?” Bad choice! his brain told him a second too late.
Latvia made a face. “Could we keep this visit fun, please?” America felt slightly more optimistic. At least Latvia said he was having fun before America’s big mouth ruined it ( ... )
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