Used to life at Russia's place, Liet's forgotten what decent standards of living are like. America catches him in some heartbreaking slip (examples: cooking but not eating because he doesn't have permission, misinterpreting a harmless comment to mean that Awful Things are going to happen to him, sleeping on the floor) and sets him straight, horrified.
Bonus: America is initially oblivious, and it's been going on for awhile before he realizes it.
Re: Off the Boat (interlude)
anonymous
November 26 2010, 13:25:53 UTC
Oh my God, this whole fic just keeps getting better and better! Seriously, your characterisation of Liet is so spot on that I think I'm gonna throw a party. And you've put so much THOUGHT into it.
I continue to check daily for updates and you have my undying admiration, anon.
Re: Off the Boat (interlude)
anonymous
November 26 2010, 13:47:10 UTC
Ye gods, the horrible horrible bilingual pun. Much love for that, anon. <3
And love in general for America being so good-humoured and friendly and completely oblivious to any clues that Lithuania might not be taking things the same way.
Off the Boat (8a/?)
anonymous
November 28 2010, 01:12:06 UTC
Lithuania spends the morning writing letters, after taking a bath per America's instructions. The water ran hot within minutes and Lithuania almost felt guilty for how long he soaked there. When he crawls out, fingers pruned and skin red, he opens the small window to let out the steam and wonders how often he would have to scrub away mildew
( ... )
Off the Boat (8b/?)
anonymous
November 28 2010, 01:13:50 UTC
It takes him a while to read, and Lithuania has to sound out some words aloud, much to his embarrassment; luckily, no one is around to hear him. The units of measurement are completely foreign to him - cups, teaspoons, and tablespoons are traded with pots, mugs, and buckets. Lithuania realizes they are the King's measurements and borrowed directly from England. Does America realize how much he still uses from England?
Half the recipes are credited as French or Italian. A few are German, and one is even supposed to be Russian. Are these really American foods? He loses track of the hour trying to find something he can make with the canned foods he found in the pantry that morning or the fresh onions, broccoli, and peppers in the refrigerator until he finally finds a dish so simple it only takes a paragraph to describe how to make it: a chicken-broccoli casserole. The only thing he's uncertain of is the curry powder, but if America has hot peppers Lithuania can grate something like it
( ... )
Off the Boat (8c/?)
anonymous
November 28 2010, 01:15:56 UTC
He sniffs the air and cranes his neck. "The kitchen smells great. What'd you make?" he asks.
Lithuania abruptly realizes he's been unconsciously shielding the pan of casserole from America's view. He steps back hastily. "I attempted a chicken-broccoli casserole," he says, giving the name of the dish in English. "I've never prepared anything like this before, so I don't know how it turned out. I meant to try it before you came home, but ..."
He trails off before nerves can make him stutter, because America is frowning. Lithuania licks his lips and takes a small step back, putting himself between America and the door to the garden without quite realizing it. He drops his gaze and curses himself inwardly, even though he's not sure what he's done wrong. Maybe America hates casserole. How was I to know!? But it's just like when he first arrived at Russia's house: the only way to learn is by trial and error, and taking his lumps until he gets it right. "I'm sorry," he says on reflex
( ... )
author note/thank you/i don't even know/midpoint?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 01:17:04 UTC
So another part that grew out of control. Er. I swear all this 'the same thing over and over emotional porn blaaaaaah' stuff is over. Onwards to resolution! Or something like that.
Thanks for sticking with me! I'm sorry this is so tedious.
Re: author note/thank you/i don't even know/midpoint?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 03:07:56 UTC
Authoranon please marry me, this is so fantastic. At least let me have constant visiting rites to this fic. It's so wonderful. Oh poor Lithuiana (fail!spelling is all the rage), this puts a whole new spin on the outsourcing/clean out the closet comics. On one hand it's like, yay, he gets over everything. On the other hand it's like, well, at least they're able to function when Lith. knows all the 'rules'.
Now I'm off to eat icecream and have a little cry.
Re: author note/thank you/i don't even know/midpoint?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 04:50:14 UTC
authro!annon, thank YOU//I/ don't even know/i certanly HOPE it's not midpoint yet.
I LOVE this. And I'm kind of sad the emotional porn is ending... i like it. You do this so well, and i'm [stalking] enjoying this like you wouldn't believe.
I can't wait to see what happens next, ooh, I want to hug Liet and tell him it'll be ok so much...
(labors dicison- Does Lithuania have something to decide in the next chapter, reCaptcha?)
Re: author note/thank you/i don't even know/midpoint?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 05:35:58 UTC
If this is what "growing out of control" is, then I'm running off with your fanfic shears. Seriously, this is one of the best fills I've read, and the character interactions, even though you're currently working with just two of them, flows so naturally and in-character and feels... well, human.
*holds out plate* Another helping of tedium, please? <3
Off the Boat (9a/?)
anonymous
November 28 2010, 16:02:57 UTC
And so life with America proceeds. The first month is full of new discoveries, not the least of which is the chain store market, where America buys all his dry and canned goods. Lithuania had stared openly when they entered A&P; it was large and full of shelves and rather than being greeted by a clerk, America had picked up a basket by the door and gone straight into the stock himself, picking out items according to the grocery list (compiled primarily by Lithuania
( ... )
Off the Boat (9b/?)
anonymous
November 28 2010, 16:05:04 UTC
During that first month the chores settle out. Lithuania makes mistakes, but none so egregious that America throws him out or even scolds him. For the most part the nation is contented to say, "I'll show you how" or "I'll do it this time." He cleans the kitchen daily and the other rooms each once a week, except for the storage and the study as per America's instructions. He wakes up every day in time to make America coffee before he goes to work; sometimes America is dressed formally, but other days he's wearing workman's clothes. "Building roads," he says, proud, and Lithuania thinks of the automobile. America never once complains about his cooking and Lithuania slowly learns how to make 'American' food, which really is strange, bastardized versions of food from everywhere else most of the time
( ... )
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=3253194#t3253194
Used to life at Russia's place, Liet's forgotten what decent standards of living are like. America catches him in some heartbreaking slip (examples: cooking but not eating because he doesn't have permission, misinterpreting a harmless comment to mean that Awful Things are going to happen to him, sleeping on the floor) and sets him straight, horrified.
Bonus: America is initially oblivious, and it's been going on for awhile before he realizes it.
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I continue to check daily for updates and you have my undying admiration, anon.
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And love in general for America being so good-humoured and friendly and completely oblivious to any clues that Lithuania might not be taking things the same way.
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Half the recipes are credited as French or Italian. A few are German, and one is even supposed to be Russian. Are these really American foods? He loses track of the hour trying to find something he can make with the canned foods he found in the pantry that morning or the fresh onions, broccoli, and peppers in the refrigerator until he finally finds a dish so simple it only takes a paragraph to describe how to make it: a chicken-broccoli casserole. The only thing he's uncertain of is the curry powder, but if America has hot peppers Lithuania can grate something like it ( ... )
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Lithuania abruptly realizes he's been unconsciously shielding the pan of casserole from America's view. He steps back hastily. "I attempted a chicken-broccoli casserole," he says, giving the name of the dish in English. "I've never prepared anything like this before, so I don't know how it turned out. I meant to try it before you came home, but ..."
He trails off before nerves can make him stutter, because America is frowning. Lithuania licks his lips and takes a small step back, putting himself between America and the door to the garden without quite realizing it. He drops his gaze and curses himself inwardly, even though he's not sure what he's done wrong. Maybe America hates casserole. How was I to know!? But it's just like when he first arrived at Russia's house: the only way to learn is by trial and error, and taking his lumps until he gets it right. "I'm sorry," he says on reflex ( ... )
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Thanks for sticking with me! I'm sorry this is so tedious.
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Don't worry, dear highly-talented author!anon, we love this fill as it is. And thank you for writing this and especially for updating daily.
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I love all the small details and everything just alsfjkasl;fkj
I'm glad you're writing this, and like above anon said, we love the fill. =D
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Now I'm off to eat icecream and have a little cry.
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I LOVE this. And I'm kind of sad the emotional porn is ending... i like it. You do this so well, and i'm [stalking] enjoying this like you wouldn't believe.
I can't wait to see what happens next, ooh, I want to hug Liet and tell him it'll be ok so much...
(labors dicison- Does Lithuania have something to decide in the next chapter, reCaptcha?)
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*holds out plate* Another helping of tedium, please? <3
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