historize: (Default)
Title: Untitled: Part One
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Retired military veteran Major Arthur Kirkland and nurse Anna Jones (female!America) in Victorian England
Rating: PG, language, nothing serious
Summary: After returning from South East Asia with the Royal Army, Arthur Kirkland has served his time and will retire. Kindly, the military hospital is providing him with a live-in nurse to assist him while his wound heals. Anna Jones, who dreams of dancing, pops up and mistakes him for the butler.



Though he was certain he didn’t want to see South Eastern Asia ever again, except perhaps by train, passing through. A bag of tea to pick up and a port of that wine they made, terrible in its potency, good for a lark. If one didn’t mind losing one’s clothes. To which Major Kirkland was mightily opposed. )
historize: (canada--polar death)
Title: The Highway Man
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ireland/Scotland, England, Wales
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, blood, death, based on this poem put to music by Loreena McKennit (music is by her, the poem is not by her--because there are extra verses that she didn't include but I still really like it)


Cursing at his horse to shut up. Cursing whenever he knocked something over. He'd been at this for awhile, she'd have thought he'd remembered where the wind chimes were... )
historize: (Default)
I was actually just in Chicago and at Macy's on Monday. So I'm going to post the pictures I got of the tree.

Pictures!! )
historize: (america--canada--brotherly glow)
Title: Wasting Away Again III
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, Australia and New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: Parrot-headed-ness, lyrics are from Jimmy Buffet's Boat Drinks. Have a listen, here
Summary: The third time England comes in to singing it's at a hockey game.

Don’t know if all of you know me. I’m Matt Williams. But I’ll skip explaining it for the few Americans on our hockey teams today. )
historize: (america--rockin like a rock star)
Title: Everyone Hail to the Pumpkin Song
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Spain, France, Australia and New Zealand, Mexico, Ireland, Denmark
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual implications and drugs
Summary: Two Halloween parties, so little time.


Tonight, it's a Carnival half-mask--black and gold, with bells and wild feathers. He's got a wig made of gray raffia, rabbit feet and more bells. He wears no shirt and he has on a skirt made of leather throngs. There's body glitter on him--France smeared it on his face. )

[Asides]

Oct. 1st, 2010 10:50 pm
historize: (hetalia--america--eyes to the skies)
America says one day, almost thoughtfully, "No one really likes me very much, do they...?"

England snorts and says, "Of course not."

Somehow, it takes America by surprise. He'd known it, of course, hard not to. Everyone always banging on about how horrible he was for existing. But the way England says it, as if it has just always been...

It makes his breath catch silently.

It kills him a little.

He smiles a little and nods. Turns and walks away.

[Asides]

Sep. 30th, 2010 03:29 pm
historize: (Default)
New Jersey gives Connecticut a shitty look. "Who gives a fuck? Seriously. They're idiots. Snookie or Slutty or whatever her name is. And 'The Situation'--who the fuck does he think he is? I don't give a fuck. Do you give a fuck?"

Connecticut shakes his head tersely, regretting having said anything at all. "No."

"Didn't fuckin think so."

England rolls his eyes and sips his tea. "Your language is awful."

"Shut the fuck up."

America chokes on his coffee, laughing.

England is scandalized.
historize: (Default)
Title: Wasting Away Again II
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, France, Australia and New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: Parrot-headed-ness, lyrics are from Jimmy Buffet's How a Pirate Looks at 40. Have a listen, here
Summary: The second time England hears singing, it's at the Vietnam Memorial...


God knows why I decided to try posting this here

He’s got a cigarette in his left fingers because his right is all bandaged up again from whatever episode Australia has had recently. )
historize: (england--gangster)
Title: Wasting Away Again
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, France
Rating: PG
Warnings: dorkiness, Parrot-headed-ness
Summary: Totally dorky. Done entirely because I love it. Lyrics to Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. Because I'm sure America loves it. And maybe Canada too.


Canada flexed his arm, as if showing off a tattoo. )
historize: (america--rockin like a rock star)
Title: My Friend, the Invader
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Invader Zim, Gir
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Summary: There is no Tony. There is only Zim.


Oh! The human was so stupid and filthy! Stupid, filthy human! He was so dense! So malleable! He had this human so easily fooled! Zim had to pat himself on the back. Honestly, he truly was amazing. To think, he had panicked when he and Gir had looked up and found a huge Earthaoid staring down at them--but no! No! Not Zim! Zim the Invader sent to take over this stupid, tiny, disgusting spinning ball of vomit! He had played it so smooth! So suave! He had fooled him for certain!

The human had even taken them home to his big house in the country--just outside a dirty, puss-encrusted cityscape of horror. He wore his disguise well--and why wouldn't he, it was wonderful--but the human didn't seem to care what he wore. In fact, he seemed downright delighted.

Actually, a lot of things Zim did seemed to delight the human. Once the human had walked in while Zim was making his next master plan for Earthian annihilation and the human had laughed and cheerfully suggested radio-active quilts to take away tea from all the English.

Despite the fact that this came from the human--and Zim was starting to believe the human might, in fact, be insane--it was quite a good idea and was met with an interesting level of success.


Gir, without saying, loved the human. He and the filthy football-human liked cooking together and the human would always sit around and watch those stupid, moronic, tiny-brained television shows with him. And then they would watch the sports together. And Gir would make mashed potatoes and waffles that were tingly when you put them in your mouth--but the putrid football-human didn't seem to care.

And then, after the human introduced Gir to cheeseburgers, he whined for them constantly.

Constantly!

Hamburger human.

But oh! As much as Zim could complain about the idiocy of the doom-fated hamburger-human, he could not but laugh.

Laugh! as he worked in the lab he had dug by making a door in the human's basement wall. Soon! This silly human and his hamburgers and his football would be his! Zim's! It would all belong to Zim. To Zim!



Upstairs, Al said, "No, no, Arthur, you gotta come and meet them. I think Gir--oh hey, wait--gimme--" he raised a strange bar to his nose, "--ah, Gir made bacon soap. It smells really good. I'm thinking I could make some money selling it, y'know?"

Arthur hung up on him.
historize: (canada--polar death)
Title: Violin Sonata
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, blood, sensitive history (partitioning of Ireland and Northern Ireland)
Summary: England and Wales in forced harmony, Ireland observes, Scotland gets a hair cut

Eventually edited and posted here


Fast strokes and then slower, slower, slower....fading entirely, picking up a delicate, piercing note. The vibrato caressed it, laced it out. He stroked again and went low. )



[[Notes:

I am not a citizen of England, Scotland, Wales or Ireland and I do not profess to know the extensive history of any of those countries. If I have offended anyone, I do apologize. I feel no ill will towards anyone from Great Britain and Ireland personally. I have family roots in both England and Ireland so this was just done as something of interest to me.

I also need to credit and high-five my friend [livejournal.com profile] katamanda because her England--especially her Imperial England--is directly used in this several times. As is her interpretation of Scotland and Wales.]]
historize: (hetalia--russia--in blue)
I watched a movie called "The Spanish Apartment" this is directly based on the scene where the French guy goes to the apartment to meet his new roommates. One is English, one is Spanish, one is Italian, one is German and one is Danish.

It is a hilariously fun movie.


The political ramifications of housing an American and a Russian in the same place had better not be a problem. Else I will make you eat a chip sandwich, which will make you want to vomit. )
historize: (england--gangster)
"Reagan was a mad-man," said England. He was perched on America's couch, tea at his left hand.

"I know. But c'mon--okay, yes. He had some shitty policies but as a regular guy, he was hilarious."

"He...well."

"C'mooon."

"Well, yes, he was amusing, I suppose."

"Although," America conceded. "I was sitting here the other day watching a special about the guy and Thatcher--"

"Oh fuck off--"

"No, no, she comes on and she's all, Oh, Reagan, I liked him so much! and then I was like, wow....it's probably a good thing they never got together."

England just looked at him. "What?"

"Like, y'know. Oh-tee-pee--one true pairing. Terrifying, the both of them. Your people would like to give Thatcher to Satan personally. Reagan was good at acting."

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Well, I can't help it! It made me laugh!"




[[The other day i was in my American History class and we watched a special about Ron Reagan and Thatcher was in it and Hetalia goggles hit me in the face and I started laughing about Reagan/Thatcher and OH GOD. XDD]]
historize: (hetalia--america--eyes to the skies)
Title: Doughnut Holes
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada
Rating: PG
Warnings: very recent politics
Summary: Just like doing little bits on modern politics, how America deals with the current weirdness going on



Doughnut holes! Doughnut holes! Lalalalala! I can't hear you! )


Notes:

The best thing we can do for ourselves as American citizens is educate ourselves! DO NOT take the television talking at you for truth. Read articles!

Health care: What you could see This has a timeline about changes we could see. Click on the blue boxes.

Health care bill requires calories on menus at chain restaurants

Health care: Winners and losers
historize: (Default)
If you want something less depressing:

England/Seychelles; high school; teacher/student: Part one and Part two and Part Three

--Written by Anon. I have no idea.


US/UK Er. Yeah. Totally NSFW. Just like the one above.


Another one: Great Big World UK/US

First parts and second


Another: Friday Night

US/fem!UK Kink. Yeah.

Canada on America on cowboys
historize: (hetalia--america--eyes to the skies)
Title: New York Minute
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, France, Germany, Prussia, Austria, Australia, New Zealand, Russia, Japan, China
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 9/11
Summary: I am not usually one to attempt things on this subject but I decided to fill a request on the Hetalia Meme. The prompt was: 9/11 happens during a world meeting.


It ended up making me really sad.

England, who had been reading a book under the table, looked up. France, who had been nearly asleep, also looked up. )
historize: (hetalia--america--eyes to the skies)
Title: The Electric Slide
Author/Artist: [livejournal.com profile] historyblitz, kept track of at [livejournal.com profile] historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, mentions of England, Canada, France and Germany
Rating: PG
Warnings: language, allusions to modern politics and the New York and London terrorist attacks
Summary: Just a short bit I suddenly wrote down--about America being out in the desert and thinking about music and why he is where he is.



He could take it. And he would emerge wiser, hopefully.  )
historize: (america--rockin like a rock star)
Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Afterwards and allusions to the WORLD CUP

"Damn, burn, Russia."

"It was a ridiculous claim but one I will stand by."

"Forty medals. I didn't even hit forty medals."

"I know. I am well aware."

America laughed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Russia! Just--I would totally feel, you know, understanding towards Pleshenko and stuff but he just--threw a fucking temper tantrum! I mean, really!"

"America, I'd be careful about cockiness were I you. When the World Cup comes this summer, you will sing a very different tune." England was lifting his tea cup.

America shook his head and looked at Canada, giving him a definite, See, I told you, look. He looked back at England. "Canada wins the most Golds ever at a Winter Olympics. And I win the most medals ever. If we were any other two countries, we would be allowed to be as arrogant as we wanted. But because Canada hosted and I'm--fucking me, of course--we can't. You guys can't wait to tell me how fat and stupid I am but who wins Nobel Prizes? Who wins Olympic medals? Me. And my people wanna win precisely because we get insulted so much."

"Well, you turned that around," France said, waving a hand to diffuse the situation. "You are traditionally quite weak at the Winter Olympics but you did fantastic."

America winked at Canada. "You know why that is?" He sat back, took a drink of his coffee. "Because my people got sick and tied of hearing about how much everyone thinks we suck. You know why I'm usually shit at the World Cup? Because my people don't give a shit about soccer--"

"Football."

"Shut up," America said, pointing at England. "You know what, England. You better hope to God that my people never get serious about soccer. Because we'll sweep the World Cup and you'll hate me for it. So enjoy it while you can."

England straightened his back. "I beg your pardon." But he looked serious. England was a football hooligan, after all, tried and true.

"You heard me. This summer. You and me, old man. You and me."



Notes: Just before the Winter Olympics started, Russia declared that they would take 40 medals. That's a ridiculous number. And particularly embarrassing because Russia only came away with 15.

America, on the other hand, got 37 medals--the most in any Winter Olympics (in which America is usually weak) and Canada got 14 golds, which is the most golds for any single country in the Winter Olympics.

Pleshenko is the Russian skater who won Silver. He lost to an American and he threw a temper tantrum about it. Making everyone else roll their eyes.


The World Cup this summer is set with an extremely interesting game. England vs America. They've only played each other one other time in the 50s and everyone expected America to lose. And so everyone was very surprised when America won.



So I apologize for how arrogant this might have sounded. That's usually not my thing but I'm letting a little Alfred-pride come through.
historize: (Default)
Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Figure skating. And hot men




"Holy crap, who is that?" America asked, sitting up in his chair.

England snorted, he didn't give a damn about any of these pounces. He was only here because America and Canada had men competing. And that was it. Nothing else. Nothing. Nothing to do with the leather and feathers and spandex and glitter and--wait, what.

"That's Stephane Lambiel," snapped Switzerland. "One of mine. You have something to say about it, America?"

America looked across England at Switzerland. On America's other side, France and Canada leaned over. America looked back at the skater. "I wanna touch his hair!"

England started and did a double-take. "What?"

"I wanna touch his hair! Look at his hair! It's all--" America flung his head around in a circle.

Canada raised a hand to his mouth but France was nodding. "Oh, yes. I definitely see it."

America flung his arms up. "I know, right! It looks so soft!"

Canada burst out laughing, sitting back in his seat.

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