Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 1/??]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 03:20:07 UTC
[author somehow digressed into a Supernatural-like story w/ Dean Alfred Jones and Sam Matt Williams and Francis Winchester. please forgive me, will try to make up for it later.]
“…Excuse me?” France raised an eyebrow at Canada, as if to ask for a translation of this latest term.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment, Canada gave a long-suffering sigh. “It means ‘go to sleep,’ France.”
“Ah, in that case, I agree.” Perhaps it was a little early in the evening, but he felt the urge to get under the covers, even if he did not intend to actually sleep any time soon. “You know I would not mind tucking you two into bed again, like in the old days,” he added, hardly bothering to keep the leer out of his voice.
America, who was handing the last dish to Canada to dry, laughed at that. “Actually, “fais do-do” means more like putting the little ones to sleep, so we adults can go dancin
( ... )
Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 2/??]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 03:22:38 UTC
“Oooh, how about there? That place looks interesting,” France pointed at a posh nightclub across the street with a scattering of well-dressed patrons lingering outside
( ... )
Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 4/??]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 03:27:02 UTC
“Care to explain yourselves?” They had exited the club, now standing out on the sidewalk, France with his arms folded, while the other two nations looked anywhere but at his face. “Who is that young man? What is his… for lack of a better word, problem?”
“Oh, um, that’s Louis Laveau, he’s, y’know, a vampire,” America said, barely audible.
“Yeah, kind of a loup-garou,” Canada added just as softly
( ... )
Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 5/5]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 03:35:04 UTC
They ended up at an old restaurant with a live jazz band, sitting in a corner booth, watching the musicians coax out sweet sad notes from their instruments. The atmosphere was perfectly relaxing, and France wanted nothing more than to sit here, his head against America’s shoulder, feeling his heartstrings thrum in response to the soulful piano and saxophone and double bass.
Canada had stubbed out his cigarette a while ago, torn between not wanting to be associated with either country and needing their attention. He settled his dilemma by easing himself against France’s side, and saying nothing when France kissed his hair and pulled him closer.
It was perhaps around three in the morning when France felt someone pinching his arm, and he tore his gaze away from the caramel-voiced singer onstage, looking up into their adoring, adorable twin faces.
“T'es paré? There’s something we wanna show you
( ... )
Re: Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 5/5]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 04:07:21 UTC
Oh~ You continued it :D I really enjoyed this part, especially with the undead Southern states (That's what they were, right? It's a little late here and I may have missed something).
I don't care how long the wait is as long as there will be another part ♥
Re: Southern Decadence: the Big Easy [pt 5/5]
anonymous
June 15 2009, 04:21:25 UTC
Ooh...this is so...I wanna say pretty, but I don't know how to explain its prettiness. I do like it a lot...^^ You did a great job on it. You should be proud! ^^
“…Excuse me?” France raised an eyebrow at Canada, as if to ask for a translation of this latest term.
Taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment, Canada gave a long-suffering sigh. “It means ‘go to sleep,’ France.”
“Ah, in that case, I agree.” Perhaps it was a little early in the evening, but he felt the urge to get under the covers, even if he did not intend to actually sleep any time soon. “You know I would not mind tucking you two into bed again, like in the old days,” he added, hardly bothering to keep the leer out of his voice.
America, who was handing the last dish to Canada to dry, laughed at that. “Actually, “fais do-do” means more like putting the little ones to sleep, so we adults can go dancin ( ... )
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“Bonswoar, messieur.”
“Bonsoir…” France replied automatically, before he thought to wonder why this person knew to address him in French instead of English ( ... )
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“Oh, um, that’s Louis Laveau, he’s, y’know, a vampire,” America said, barely audible.
“Yeah, kind of a loup-garou,” Canada added just as softly ( ... )
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Canada had stubbed out his cigarette a while ago, torn between not wanting to be associated with either country and needing their attention. He settled his dilemma by easing himself against France’s side, and saying nothing when France kissed his hair and pulled him closer.
It was perhaps around three in the morning when France felt someone pinching his arm, and he tore his gaze away from the caramel-voiced singer onstage, looking up into their adoring, adorable twin faces.
“T'es paré? There’s something we wanna show you ( ... )
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I really enjoyed this part, especially with the undead Southern states (That's what they were, right? It's a little late here and I may have missed something).
I don't care how long the wait is as long as there will be another part ♥
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AWESOME.
AWESOME.
<333
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I love it.
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=1743224#t1743224
Cajun!Alfred and Acadian/Quebecois!Matthew
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=2510538#t2510538
France(or Canada perhaps?)/Cajun!America
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