Freedom's humping Bluey (1/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:30:22 UTC
Arthur clears his throat. Loudly.
His mouth is dry from the long trek through the wilderness. His best uniform is caked with dust and dirt, he smells of horses, and, he realises with a curl of one lip, he has just dropped his suitcase on an ant’s nest. He’s not really in the mood for games, standing under the glare of the midday sun. He clears his throat again, more obviously.
Australia leans back further on his rickety wooden stool against the wall of his hut and pointedly ignores him. The bastard Eyebrow twitching, England summons all of his remaining powers of patience and etiquette and lets out a loud, hacking cough
( ... )
Freedom's humping Bluey (2/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:37:42 UTC
There’s a pause between them as Australia stares out into the bush, watching a flock of sheep pass by in the middle distance. Arthur does care. That’s what he wants to say, but after Alfred’s rebellion he finds these sorts of things harder and harder to express. Personally, yes, but also because the world seems to be spinning further and further out of the Empires’ control nowadays, and the American civil war and the Eureka Stockade weigh him down in his tightening Red Coat.
His brother lets out a long, quiet sigh and crosses his legs. He shoots him a wry grin as the wind sweeps through his brushed back hair. “And here I thought you were just ‘fraid of me ending up like America,” he voices a little woodenly. “Well…it’s strange. Yer know? I feel more together than I did. More organised, ‘guess. Like I don’t needa listen to yer whinin’ all th’ time,” he can’t resist adding to the end
( ... )
Freedom's humping Bluey (3/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 05:18:34 UTC
There’s no answer. With Arthur’s hair pulled away from his forehead, and in the milky, white, white moonlight of the night outside, the two nation’s faces are almost identical. They stay like that, Arthur pinned underneath his colony’s bigger body. The cicadas drone on.
Australia is so young. He looks like he want to kiss him again, but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know, because he hates England like his fathers had, but he needs him. Australia hides his fear about his suddenly opened world behind youthful bravado and a façade of gleeful apathy, and he clings to his beliefs like he clings to Arthur’s uniform- with tight fingers and all he has
( ... )
Quaint Local Customs (1/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 12:40:09 UTC
Alfred sits in the taxi as it drives through downtown Sydney, staring absorbed out of the window at the skyscrapers around him. Australia’s turned around from his seat in the front (that in itself had been weird, Alfred thinks to himself- who sits in the front of a taxi?) and flashes him a wide, expectant grin.
“So, mate?” he says cheerfully. “Whatcha think?”
Looking at him, and then out the window, and then back at him again, America’s eyebrows pull a little closer together in a pensive expression. “It’s…a little…different to what I expected.”
“…Fair Dinkum? Nothin’ wrong, I hope?” He looks a little deflated.
America assures his friend and host with quick waves of his hands and shakes of the head. “No, no, no! It’s great and everything, I mean, really!” He takes his camera in hand and looks out the window again, slightly forced smile on his face. He smiles the entire day as they climb the Harbour Bridge and meet Kiku with some of his people outside the Opera House and they traipse through the streets past shop windows
( ... )
Quaint Local Customs (2/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 12:44:59 UTC
“Er…Why’re you moving your roll away from the tree? What if it rains?”
Chuckling to himself, Australia just shakes his head in amusement. “…What if it rains?” He slides his roll a little further to the right in the dirt and imitates him, laughing softly. “’S not safe under a tree, Al. Gums shed their branches, an’ I dun wanna end up flat.”
Alfred peers a little nervously up at the shape of the tree above him and then shuffles next to Australia in his sleeping bag. “…I thought I saw something,” he cries suddenly, still with his neck craned skywards. “I saw something.”
Australia purses his lips, glancing up and then giving his friend a serious look. “Well,” he replies matter-of-factly as he scratches his chin, “…have yer eva hearda Drop-bears?”
“…Drop-bears?” Alfred repeats.
“That’s right. Drop-bears. Neva seen ‘em? Just like ‘em koalas
( ... )
Quaint Local Customs (3/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 12:54:38 UTC
“You don’t wanna try one?”
“…No.”
Don’t let it be said that America’s a fussy eater. He’s not. He can stomach things of almost all colours, sizes and consistencies- one walk down any supermarket aisle in the US proves that.
Alfred, however, draws the line at bugs.
“Aww, com’ on ‘merica!” the other coaxes. “Honeypots! They’re just ants!”
That, he thinks as stares on in disgust at the Australian picking up the bulging, wriggling creatures, is exactly the problem “Jeez. Bush Tucker’s fair game, Alfred. Ain’t you ever hearda Witchetty-Grubs
( ... )
Re: Quaint Local Customs (3/3)
anonymous
April 9 2009, 14:04:44 UTC
Oh lord this is WONDERFUL.
(Could I prevail upon you to do a Can/Aus/Can as well? You're a machine. And what a wonderful text adaptation of Aussie verbalisms. :D *plans trip to visit cousin in Sydney*)
*was TOTALLY just about to request Australia/Canada as well*
This was so awesome. Them horseback riding! America obsessed with smores (undestandably, since they're AWESOME) and being squicked out by the bugs. And Australia telling him about drop-bears, lol.
Also, you have made me crackship polar bears/kaola bears. Which means now I want to write interspecies bearporn, because I'm the sort of person who can't leave their crackships alone. Nice going.
/grump
Seriously loved the whole exchange with the koala, Australia telling it off and then being oblivious. Awesome stuff.
Re: Quaint Local Customs (3/3)
anonymous
April 10 2009, 00:42:44 UTC
I...I...Oh God. I love you. So much. I've done the Drop Bear and Bunyip thing. I don't get American Footy. I love Damper (lots o' honey and butter and all hot from the coals and mmmmmmm...). I've been asked where the roo's are and I always sit in the front seat of the taxi and get confused because no one does in American movies. DX I've had insects...though not always willingly. (Flies flying into your mouth anyone? GAH.) And. Most importantly, your Australia is...just how I would imagine the country. Talking to animals and what not and then calling Canada weird for doing the same. XD And yes. It would totally be hilarious if the koala did just...fall. XD AND I AM TOTALLY THIRDING OR WHATEVER THIS CANADA/AUSTRALIA REQUEST. XD (P.S. My brother and a mate once got a whole group of foreigners, mostly Americans though, to believe that a Tassie Devil ate his mates mum. Grabbed her while she was hanging out the washing and well...it's a little traumatic really. XD)
Re: Quaint Local Customs (3/3)
anonymous
April 14 2009, 07:02:31 UTC
This Aussie!Anon LOLed. A lot. And I think one of the reasons it's as awesome as much as it is, is because I could relate to a quite a bit of it. XD I mean, Holy Shit, the beetroot (one of my favourite things - too bad it stains), the drop bears, the bunyips (I always picture yowies - you know, the ones with the toys inside them? - when I think of them), bush tucker, but the end, with the footy; I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY. The situation, not the footy, I mean.
You bloody-well rock, Anon. Let it be bellowed to the sky.
Because Australia is like England, only more rugged and adventurous <3
Smut is prefered but it's also cool if they're just hangin' out being adventure buddies together.
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His mouth is dry from the long trek through the wilderness. His best uniform is caked with dust and dirt, he smells of horses, and, he realises with a curl of one lip, he has just dropped his suitcase on an ant’s nest. He’s not really in the mood for games, standing under the glare of the midday sun. He clears his throat again, more obviously.
Australia leans back further on his rickety wooden stool against the wall of his hut and pointedly ignores him. The bastard Eyebrow twitching, England summons all of his remaining powers of patience and etiquette and lets out a loud, hacking cough ( ... )
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His brother lets out a long, quiet sigh and crosses his legs. He shoots him a wry grin as the wind sweeps through his brushed back hair. “And here I thought you were just ‘fraid of me ending up like America,” he voices a little woodenly. “Well…it’s strange. Yer know? I feel more together than I did. More organised, ‘guess. Like I don’t needa listen to yer whinin’ all th’ time,” he can’t resist adding to the end ( ... )
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Australia is so young. He looks like he want to kiss him again, but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know, because he hates England like his fathers had, but he needs him. Australia hides his fear about his suddenly opened world behind youthful bravado and a façade of gleeful apathy, and he clings to his beliefs like he clings to Arthur’s uniform- with tight fingers and all he has ( ... )
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WHY CAN I NOT READ REQUESTS PROPERLY!?
This is UK/AUS, NOT US/AUS!
VERDAMMT NOCHMAL!
...can I redeem myself by writing anons another fic in a few hours that is actually US/Aus?
*sob* D:
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Wonderful.
Kookaburra!
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not prompt, but just as osm!
*gives cookies to author!anon.
IT HAS AUSTRALIA so it is obviously epic win. <3
Recaptcha says "available cakes," so it obviously thinks so too and wants me to give you some cakes.
*gives cakes*
:D
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“So, mate?” he says cheerfully. “Whatcha think?”
Looking at him, and then out the window, and then back at him again, America’s eyebrows pull a little closer together in a pensive expression. “It’s…a little…different to what I expected.”
“…Fair Dinkum? Nothin’ wrong, I hope?” He looks a little deflated.
America assures his friend and host with quick waves of his hands and shakes of the head. “No, no, no! It’s great and everything, I mean, really!” He takes his camera in hand and looks out the window again, slightly forced smile on his face. He smiles the entire day as they climb the Harbour Bridge and meet Kiku with some of his people outside the Opera House and they traipse through the streets past shop windows ( ... )
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Chuckling to himself, Australia just shakes his head in amusement. “…What if it rains?” He slides his roll a little further to the right in the dirt and imitates him, laughing softly. “’S not safe under a tree, Al. Gums shed their branches, an’ I dun wanna end up flat.”
Alfred peers a little nervously up at the shape of the tree above him and then shuffles next to Australia in his sleeping bag. “…I thought I saw something,” he cries suddenly, still with his neck craned skywards. “I saw something.”
Australia purses his lips, glancing up and then giving his friend a serious look. “Well,” he replies matter-of-factly as he scratches his chin, “…have yer eva hearda Drop-bears?”
“…Drop-bears?” Alfred repeats.
“That’s right. Drop-bears. Neva seen ‘em? Just like ‘em koalas ( ... )
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“…No.”
Don’t let it be said that America’s a fussy eater. He’s not. He can stomach things of almost all colours, sizes and consistencies- one walk down any supermarket aisle in the US proves that.
Alfred, however, draws the line at bugs.
“Aww, com’ on ‘merica!” the other coaxes. “Honeypots! They’re just ants!”
That, he thinks as stares on in disgust at the Australian picking up the bulging, wriggling creatures, is exactly the problem “Jeez. Bush Tucker’s fair game, Alfred. Ain’t you ever hearda Witchetty-Grubs ( ... )
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(Could I prevail upon you to do a Can/Aus/Can as well? You're a machine. And what a wonderful text adaptation of Aussie verbalisms. :D *plans trip to visit cousin in Sydney*)
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This was so awesome. Them horseback riding! America obsessed with smores (undestandably, since they're AWESOME) and being squicked out by the bugs. And Australia telling him about drop-bears, lol.
Also, you have made me crackship polar bears/kaola bears. Which means now I want to write interspecies bearporn, because I'm the sort of person who can't leave their crackships alone. Nice going.
/grump
Seriously loved the whole exchange with the koala, Australia telling it off and then being oblivious. Awesome stuff.
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Kangaroos. Smores. Drop-bears.
Perfect.
I was loling the entire time X3
...I can just see America all excited about getting a chance to make friends with kangaroos.
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Lovely story~!!
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You bloody-well rock, Anon. Let it be bellowed to the sky.
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