Lights direct towards the stage, glimmering off of glasses and a bright, bright smile.
“I am waiting,” he started quietly, his voice echoing briefly in the microphone, throughout the dark room, filled with faces, expectant, “for my case to come up.
“And I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right,” his voice faded, the lilt and drop falling away as a shuffle of applause fluttered through the room, before dying down along with his words. He stepped back from the microphone, from the stage, leaving behind the lights
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Rhythm and Blues -- [2/2]
anonymous
August 10 2010, 02:50:08 UTC
His place was taken by another man, taller, broader, with a smile that sent shivers through the crowd as he pulled the microphone higher.
Quiet voice, cold, as he said quietly, “One grand boulevard with trees, with one grand café in the sun.” Heavily accented, rolling the words specifically, W’s as V’s, shaping the sounds with his tongue.
“With strong black coffee in very small cups. One not necessarily very beautiful Man or woman who loves you. One fine day.” It is short, it is simple, with a flow unbroken by his voice, until he is finished, moving away to his seat again. There is only a smattering of applause, only a few daring claps, until it dies down, falling away.
The final beat, the final voice moves to the stage. He is smaller, the microphone is lowered so that his lips may be pressed against it, so that he may be heard. “The world is a beautiful place to be born into,” he told the room, catching the beat, tapping his foot in time.
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 02:56:37 UTC
Very cool, anon, and surprisingly dark. I'm pretty sure of all of them, so I'm going to leave the guessing to others so they don't accidentally scroll down and spoil themselves! ;D Like I always do ...
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:35:16 UTC
Ho shit, that last one is an amazing one to end on; although in real life, that's probably a good way to kill an evening of poetry. ... Then again, that probably did put an end to it, didn't it? Nobody wants to follow that. In more ways that one, really.
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:40:12 UTC
It was completely his intention to put an end to the evening, the little bastard. He was very pleased with himself when he stalked off that stage, though.
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:45:02 UTC
I kind of got the impression that was his intention! XD And Romano is that kind of little bastard, isn't he? He's the kind of guy that pisses me off in real life, but is just too funny in fiction. ... Tsundere little shit. XD
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:54:10 UTC
Spain is just one of those people that thinks generally bad or obnoxious qualities are cute, I think. :/ Like people who think that ugly dogs are cute, or that a scary animal growling at them dangerously is adorable. Ugh, or like people who think a baby dirtying a diaper is cute. Or that rude children are somehow adorable. (These people all really exist, too. What the hell, guys?)
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:59:55 UTC
I've met a few of those, sadly. Spain IS one of the most people, definitely. But that's another one of those things that with a character it's like, aww, how sweet, and then with real people it's, ...you're a moron.
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:38:29 UTC
OMG so wonderful. I find myself really fascinated by the Beats. As far as which Nation was which, I'm sure of most of them, as follows: America Veneziano Canada England France(?) Russia Romano
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:41:29 UTC
Good job! You were right all except France. I was considering using Number 8 for France, but changed my mind. That one is Austria, and the woman who smiled at him is Hungary.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=29330190#t29330190
A microphone buzzes.
A throat clears.
Lights direct towards the stage, glimmering off of glasses and a bright, bright smile.
“I am waiting,” he started quietly, his voice echoing briefly in the microphone, throughout the dark room, filled with faces, expectant, “for my case to come up.
“And I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right,” his voice faded, the lilt and drop falling away as a shuffle of applause fluttered through the room, before dying down along with his words. He stepped back from the microphone, from the stage, leaving behind the lights ( ... )
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Quiet voice, cold, as he said quietly, “One grand boulevard with trees, with one grand café in the sun.” Heavily accented, rolling the words specifically, W’s as V’s, shaping the sounds with his tongue.
“With strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
Man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.” It is short, it is simple, with a flow unbroken by his voice, until he is finished, moving away to his seat again. There is only a smattering of applause, only a few daring claps, until it dies down, falling away.
The final beat, the final voice moves to the stage. He is smaller, the microphone is lowered so that his lips may be pressed against it, so that he may be heard. “The world is a beautiful place to be born into,” he told the room, catching the beat, tapping his foot in time.
“If you don’t mind happiness ( ... )
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(How Spain stands him is beyond me, I'm afraid. He's just...one of those guys who can deal with everybody.)
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America
Veneziano
Canada
England
France(?)
Russia
Romano
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