historize

Title: The Highway Man
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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... )

Title: Wasting Away Again III
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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. )

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.

Title: Wasting Away Again II
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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. )

Title: My Friend, the Invader
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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.

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. )

Title: Doughnut Holes
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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

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

Title: The Electric Slide
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at 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.  )

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.