trekiael

A matter of languages

trekiael@yahoo.com — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 21:12:54 GMT

Title: A matter of languages.
Artist: Trekiael
Characters/Pairings: France and England
Rating/Warnings: PG. It's all for fun.
Summary: France makes England understand the importance of languages.

France was resting in his sofa, drinking red wine while watching a badly-subbed japanese movie.
He had received a letter from Arthur earlier that week, to which he refused to answer once again, and he knew the time was close until the man show up at his door. He was not one to wait for anyone, and would have rather been visiting Japan again to buy more of those manga he was so fond of, but this had been going on for too long.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Francis slowly rose from his seat and walked to the door, taking a sip of his wine as he opened it with his free hand.

There he was. On the other side, an eternally scowling england was glaring at him, arms crossed and jaw clenched. Francis silently let him in, turning around and leaving the door open for him to follow, walking to the counter and leaning against it, sipping his almost empty wine once again.

England started to talk: "why the fuck are you not answering my letters?!?" when Francis stayed silent, he insisted "Answer me!"

Francis slowly refilled his glass of wine, took some, licked his lips, and finally said "Pourquoi es-tu là?"

--

Not so long ago, a few centuries at most, France was overly popular among the World. Every country in Europe was speaking french, and Francis was proud to hear it at the Tzar's court.

But those time were long since passed. Now english had become Universal language. A large cause of it was the raising influence of USA.

Francis was not really bitter about it, those things just come naturally. Beside, he had been very influenced by United States himself, even if he was not on the best of terms with him right now (They would probably get along more easily now that USA had a new boss which was potentially better than the last (hard to do worse than that anyway) but his own boss was, so to speak, an asshole).

So despite what people generally think about him (he certainly remembers Sweden calling him very conservative), he DOES speak a good english, though with an horrible accent that is still one hundred times better than Kiku's.

But he is also proud of his language. Judged too difficult and not very useful, not many people learn it anymore. He doesn't care that it's pretentious, Francis love his language, finds it beautiful, it being the language of some of the greatest authors, philosophers, poets. As it's said "la langue de Molière".

And then you have english-spoken countries, like of course USA and England. The reason he acts as if he doesn't speak english is their behavior. It doesn't matter that english is declared Universal Language, he still hates how those countries, no matter where they go, act as if everyone should speak their language and make no effort to try to speak the one of the country they're visiting. How many times had he seen American people in Japan talking so fast and with such and heavy accent that it was impossible for those poor Japanese people to understand?

So he leads his own small resistance. When english-spoken people come to see him, they have to speak french, or at least try to. He wouldn't pretend knowing every language in the World, that would be presumptuous, but his Universities are full of students learning many different languages, and every time he was on a visit himself, he tried to learn some basic language, except for when he visit those country he already knew the language of, like germany, Spain, Japan and of course USA and England.

He doesn't deny the necessity of a worldly-spoken language, by no means. World Meetings would be very chaotic if everyone didn't speak the same language. And he could resort to it when something failed him in one language or another.

So he had no problem with english by itself, but he had problems with english being spoken so carelessly on HIS territory. His motto was to try to get to know another country through culture, and that meant language as well.

--

Arthur frowned in confusion for a while, but if anything, he was not stupid, so it clicked, and he looked at francis in realization. "...Tu préfères que je parle français?" [you'd rather I speak french?]

Francis stared at him for a while and slowly smiled. Aah, it's been so long since he heard his own words pronounced with that lovely accent! He finally answerd "Bingo!", straightened up and laid his glass on the counter before passing a hand through his hair and sighing "Oui, s'il te plait".

Arthur scowled and gritted out "And it's for that ridiculous reason that you didn't answer my letters??!?" At Francis' look he gritted his teeth harder and said it again in french "Et c'est pour ce stupide raison que tu n'as pas répondu à mes lettres?"

Francis smiled. Typical english mistake to confound feminine and masculine words. "raison" being feminine, you're supposed to say "cette" and not "ce". He never asked anyone to speak perfect french after all, he found those kind of mistakes charming, actually.

He shrugged one shoulder "Ouai, pourquoi moi je devrais faire l'éffort de toujours te parler en anglais et toi tu ne fais jamais l'éffort de me parler en français, hein?" [yeah, why should I always make the effort to talk to you in english and you never make the effort to talk to me in french?]

Arthur was shaking with rage "et tu ne pouvais pas me le dire??!??" [And you couldn't tell me??!??].

Francis could say he was on the verge of exploding. He took his glass once more and drank some wine carelessly "Je pensais que tu devinerais tout seul, ou que tu viendrais démolir ma porte" [I thought you'd guess by yourself, or that you'd come to destroy my door].

Fuming, Arthur angrily slashed the air with his arm as he lashed out "Tu m'a laissé sans réponse sur des sujets importants éspèce d'irrésponsable..."[You let me without an answer on important subjects you irresponsible..]. The words died in his throat as his english failed him. Francis was ready to bet that the last word coming to mind was either prick or git. He never was very inventive with insults.

Francis lazily made the wine in his glass swirl around as he said "Et bien, t'es là maintenant. Qu'est-ce qui est si important que ça?" [Well, you're here now, what's so important?]

England lowered his arm, calming down because of the confusion he seemed to be in. Had he forgotten why he came? Now that was priceless. Finally, he seemed to remember and scowled again, ready to lash out "Pourquoi tu ne m'as pas invité au concours de cuisine??" [Why didn't you invite me to the cooking contest??]. He faltered a little, certainly upon realizing he had slightly exaggerated the importance of those letters.

France, who was about to drink, lowered his glass and stared at England, the glittering kitchen ustensil behind him and freshly cooked Forêt Noire on the table seemingly talking for Francis himself as he said "t'es sérieux...?" [You're serious?]

Arthur growled "Va pas encore dire que ma nourriture n'est pas bonne! je SAIS cuisiner, merde!" [Don't do and say again that my food is not good! I KNOW how to cook, goddammit!]

Francis grunted but didn't say anything. Vaguely noting that Arthur's french wasn't as rusted as he thought it would be, he put his glass on the counter once again and crossed his arms, face set "Tu veux t'inscrire?" [you want to register?]. Arthur nodded. "Très bien, on va t'inscrire" [All right, we'll register you].

--
1 week later:

Francis watched in fascination as Jean-Pierre Coff, a famous french cook that had recently gotten very low by making commercials for low-price supermarkets, run from the table to certainly vomit, saying that "c'est trop deg'!", making the country raise an eyebrow at the sound of slang in the mouth of that old member of the jury. Francis glanced on the side, at Arthur's worried profile. When he heard his shushed voice asking what "deg" meant, he lied and answered it was slang for "salty".

One day Arthur will learn that "deg" is actually short for "dégeulasse", and if he doesn't already know, he'll understand that it's slang for "disgusting". But for now, he'll let slip that one occasion to make fun of him. After all, the man had been speaking french all day without protesting, so as long as Arthur kept speaking french in that rough, sexy voice of his, Francis would be more than happy to cook for him.

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trekiael@yahoo.com — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 11:57:04 GMT

I apologise for my lousy drawing skills. Had to do something for the Anniversary though.

Quick scetch because I still have to pack for my trip to Bordeaux.

It sucks but I had to do a quick something for the 105th anniversary of the Entente Cordiale. ...and I just realised that I'm one day late. Godammit.

Anyway, this is England and France being scolded by their bosses into getting along. France's boss says "And don't fight, ok!" Of course, Arthur being Arthur and Francis being Francis, they're not really happy about it.

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya
The pebble that Arthur kicks is Brighton, if you don't know what it is, it's a city in the South of England, renamed for being somewhat of a gay paradise. I thought it was fun to have Arthur kick his gay paradise while being told to kiss Francis XD

Anyway, this is just for crack, not to be taken seriously. and don't look at the lousy thing under their feet that are supposed to be the map of France and UK XP.

(why does France's boss' hand looks like a penis?)

TemaSaku fic!

trekiael@yahoo.com — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 19:42:11 GMT

Koshi no Daiichigakushou

She moved her hips to the rythm of the music, legs slightly spread, arms in the air, loosely crossed at the wirsts, her head tilted to the side, lips parted a little; sometimes a pink tongue made its way out to lick those luscious bouts of flesh, natural pink hair falling in front of emerald eyes that were nearly closed.

She was underage, just a little, fifteen instead of sixteen, to young to be in a dance club, but mischievious
eyes and a sweet smile made her pass. After all, pretty stuff like her was rare and good for business.

At the end of the song, she moved through the flow of human flesh, trying to get access to the bathroom. Her outfit was constituted of a short pale pink skirt and a red sleeveless shirt with knee high black boots. She came with her best friend, a long haired blond girl with clear blue eyes who was curently flirting with some guy.

Suddenly, a hand groped her ass, making her stiffen. She turned to look at the owner, an ugly guy who had the nerve to smirk at her. Her pretty green eyes narrowed dangerously and she told him in an icy tone:

« If you don’t remove this thing right this instant, I can assure you that you’ll masturbate with only one hand for the rest of your life. »

Eyes widening, he quickly took his hand back, laughing it off, and leaving to grope another girl. Satisfied, she continued her trek to the bathroom. Her heart hammering against her rib cage furiously. She tried to act cool and collected, she posessed an unaturally strong punch, but she still had the heart of a young girl, and the purity of one. That’s why every time someone came too close, she get scared by their reaction.

She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The music was still loud, but not as agonizingly so. And in there you could actually talk without having to scream. The pink haired beauty approached the sink in order to splash some water on her face, not worrying about ruining her make up as she didn’t wear any. While doing so, she heard the door open and close.

Standing up, she dried her face with her forearm. When she opened her eyes, it was to lock with another pair of green ones, a shade darker than her own. The other girl, who was looking at her through the mirror, was taller, and obviously a bit older. Her blond hair (darker than her friend Ino) were put up into four pigtails. She was wearing a pale lavender dress, very short, with a slit on one side, and some sort of grey scarf that went around her stomach, below her well-developed chest. She was very pretty, and somewhat cocky if the smirk on her face was any indication.

The blond girl opened her mouth, from which a dark sexy voice spoke:

« I saw you dance, you’re quite good. »

« Er..thanks.. ? »

Sakura was confused, had this blond girl come here just to tell her that ? She shrugged to herself and turned around to leave just to find that she was trapped between the sink and the body of the other girl, secured by both arms on either side of hers, griping the edge of the sink. Her eyes widened in surprise.

« The name’s Temari. Your’s, sweetie ? »

« Sa-Sakura. »

Temari smirked, lifting a hand to touch her left cheek.

« Sakura. Pretty name for a pretty face. »

Said girl blushed heavily. She was used to guys hitting on her, but never in her life did she expect a girl, a pretty one at that, doing so. Trying to say something, her mouth opened, only to be closed again when she realized that, well, she had nothing to say. Temari’s finger travelled from her cheek to her lips. Sakura stayed still, dumbfounded and wide-eyed.

Then suddenly, Temari’s lips replaced her fingers. The kiss was chaste, sweet, as if she only wanted to taste or test her. When Sakura offered no resistance, Temari put a little more pressure into the kiss. It was enough to put the shorter girl out of her trance, so she jerked back a little. She looked at the taller girl, blushing to the tip of her ears.

« Er, I-I, uhm, you- »

Temari silenced her with a quiet chuckle. Sakura squirmed, uncomfortable under the intense stare of the blond. The older girl shook her head gently, her blond bangs tapping against her temples, and then fixed her eyes on hers again, before resuming kissing the velveteen pink lips.

Ok, that was fucking weird. She was able to blow off a guy who groped her with a threat, but she couldn’t stop a girl from stealing her first kiss? Yes, her first kiss! Not that she never wanted to kiss a boy before, but every time she had a crush, it was on uncaring jerks who were able to turn her into a shy little girl without even trying.

The sandy-haired girl’s lips were caressing her own tenderly, and she made made a sound of surprise when she felt a tongue snake between them, which only encouraged the blond more. Her closed eyes fluttered (she didn’t remember shutting them) when she felt the tip of a tongue touching hers. Instinctively, she opened her mouth wider, vaguely wondering why she let a girl put her tongue down her throat.

The act seemed to awaken a fire inside the pig-tailed girl, as she breathed in harshley through her nose and kissed her more fervently, her wet organ sliding against her own sensuously. She was vaguely aware of a hand catching the back of her neck and another snaking around her waist before being pulled flush against a warm body.

Temari kissed her a little more before breaking the tongue dance, panting gently.

« Open your eyes. » Sakura did so, slowly, looking into another set of green eyes. The blond smirked. « You can kiss back, you know. »

Blushing, she nodded and bit her lip, making Temari groan before digging back in, without wasting time to put her tongue in the hot cavern this time. Sakura tentatively put her arms around the blond girl’s shoulders and began to rub her tongue against the other’s, tasting spices and sun.

The hand behind her head massaged her neck while the other crept under her shirt, rubbing smooth circles on her back. Then, a knee snaked between her legs, making her feel hot, and kiss back more passionately.

When the hand on her back dropped down slowly, squeezing her ass a little, before diving under her skirt and into her panties, Sakura broke the kiss.

« We can’t…here, uhm… » she stuttered, out of breath, glancing at the door warningly.

Temari grinned triumphantly before taking her wrist and shoving her in one of the toilet stalls, following, then closing the door behind her. She licked her lips while looking lustfully at the pink haired girl that was nervously chewing on her lower lip. She took small gracious steps toward the shorter girl and kissed her slowly, sensually, while pushing her against one of the walls.

Sakura was shaking, and if the other girl hadn’t been keeping her stable, she might have fallen. A knee found its way between her legs again, rubbing against her crotch, an unvoluntary moan escaping her throat. She wasn’t resisting. I didn’t make sense. She was about to have sex for the first time with a girl that was a complete stranger in a toilet stall of a dance club. Yet she did nothing to stop it. She didn’t know why, but this was the most exciting experience of her life.

The knee was removed, replaced by a hand that caressed her inner tigh with feather like touches, then began to touch her through the panties. Sakura felt her knees buckle and gripped the other’s shoulders tightly. By now, the kiss had been broken and she could feel lips caressing her jaw line, shoulder, neck and behind her ears, alternating between sucking, licking or just brushing slightly, provoking a shiver along her spine.

Temari’s other hand began to play with the waistband of her panties while she gave a long lick under her chin. Sakura’s eyes were thightly shut, her breathing harsh, a beautiful flush covering her pale cheeks. When the first hand slid in at the front and began to caress her, she let out a loud moan, her eyebrows furrowed, and she jerked her head back, making a loud bang against the wall.

« You want more ? » Sakura could only nod. « Well, then lick me. »

Sakura opened her eyes, blinked a few times, chewed on her lip and nodded. Then, shyly, she put her pink tongue out and licked the other’s cheek. Temari blinked, then laughed. She put the hand that wasn’t in the pink-haired girl’s panties on her head and to pet her hair a little.

« You. You are just too cute. »

By now, Sakura was utterly confused. So, she just looked at the blond, her lips parted. Temari smirked and whispered into her ear once again.

« I meant a little…lower. »

The shorter girl’s eyes widened and she blushed up to the roots of her hair. The blond continued to pet the pink hair, smiling reassuringly. Sakura slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving their green counterpart. Once she was in front of the blond’s crotch, she looked down, in front of her and licked her lips nervously. With shaking hands, she reached under the lavander shirt to grab the sides of the black panties (which, she noted, were in fact a thong). She slid the garment down long tanned legs and Temari stepped out of it. Then, she lifted the skirt, coming nose to, well, not nose, with her task. She took a deep shaky breath and slowly closed the space left.

Temari took a sharp intake of breath and spread her legs a little more for better access.

Becoming a little bolder, Sakura put more pressure. As she was doing this for the first time, she wasn’t really sure about her moves, so she decided to try and see, testing different ways to pleasure the other. Once her shyness passed and she was really into it, her mind completely blank, she listened to the different noises and reactions she was able to provoke.

By now, Temari had both of her sweaty hands against the wall for balance and her breathing was harsh. Sakura gripped both of her ass cheeks in her hands and started to make more frantic movements with her mouth. Finally, she made a decisive move and Temari let out a rather loud moan, coming.. The blond took the pink hair in one hand, pulling the girl to her feet (not harshly). They look into each others eyes intensly, then kissed passionately, neither initiating it, Temari’s hand still in the pink hair. When they parted, lips bruised and wet, the blond smiled.

« You did well. » Sakura smiled shyly back. « Now, it’s you turn. »

Sakura backed against the wall, green pools still submerged into one other. Temari smiled coyly, her pointer finger sliding from her jaw line to the zipper of her red shirt. She opened the fastening slowly, until all of the red silk bra was visible, then pinched an erect nipple while licking the other, after releasing both breasts from their prison. Her two hands snaked under the skirt, sliding off the matching panties. She took an inflatable dildo from her grey scarf. After filling it with air, she caressed Sakura’s crotch. The girl’s eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming harsher and harsher. Then, Temari whispered into her ear.

« You’re a virgin, right ? » Sakura nodded, biting her lip. « It’ll hurt a little, but try to relax. »

Slowly, she inserted the object into the virgin opening, studying with rapt attention the reactions on the other’s face. When the dildo met a barrier, she pulled it back out a little before putting it back in more forcefully to pierce the piece of flesh. Sakura winced, shut her eyes tightly, a lone tear falling from her left eye. The blond whispered a quiet « shhh » and licked the tear away.

Temari moved the object in and out, slowly at first, then more quickly and deeper when the pink haired girl asked for it. Before long, Sakura forget her pain and moans could be heard floating from her mouth. All too soon, a particularly loud one indicated the arrival of her first orgasm. The pig tailed girl kissed her again, pulling the dildo out.

« You liked it ? »

Sakura opened her eyes and answered with a breathless voice. « Yeah… »

« Good. I’ll let you clean yourself then. »

A little disappointed by being left alone so soon (well, they couldn’t very well cuddle in a toilet stall, after all), Sakura nodded and looked at the blond putting her thong back on and leaving the toilet. She cleaned herself, seeing some blood had leaked out, then she too left the toilet stall.

In front of the sinks, Temari was washing her dildo. She put it back in her scarf and turned to look at her. Smiling, she came closer and kissed her gently, stroking her cheek, and said

« Maybe we’ll met again. See ya ! » Then she left.

Now alone (surprisingly, nobody came in during their little session), the pink haired girl watched herself in the mirror, her mind trying to understand everything that had happened in such a short period of time. Her hair was a mess, her lips bruised, her skin sweaty and flushed and she felt exhausted. She put water on her face, tried to arrange her hair a little, took a deep breath, then left.

When she came back to her friend, she saw that she was laughing with two guys, obviously drunk, and shook her head, smiling a little. She was feeling like she was in some kind of bubble, the surreal aspect of what happened earlier making her feel like she was in trance. Watching her blond friend doing something so normal reassured her, giving a sense of reality when she didn’t have pretty much of it left. Ino was always flirting too much. But tonight, she couldn’t really sermon her on it, cause, after all, she had done worse. And plus, she was grateful for the fact that Ino was drunk, as she was nosy, and would have certainly questioned her about the fact that she walked so funny.

The boys sitting at the table looked up and whistled at the pink beauty when she approached. The blonde looked up, too, and send her a dazely smile, eyes unfocused. Sakura rolled her own, lips twitching upward. Ino’s wrist was caught in Sakura’s strong grip before she had the time to protest, and she let herself be dragged, winking over her shoulder at the disappointed boys. The pink haired girl leaded her friend outside, as they both needed fresh air, but not for the same reasons.

Once they emerged in the cold night, Sakura let go of Ino’s wrist, letting her sit against the exterior wall. She crossed her arms and tilted her head toward the sky, closing her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. When she opened her green orbs to the stars, she smiled and thought how funny it was that what was supposed to be a perfectly normal dance club night (dancing, being groped, taking Ino away before she get into something with one of her flirt) resulted to be the most interesting of her entire boring life, and the one that’ll change a lot of things from now on.

France is late

trekiael@yahoo.com — Thu, 18 May 2006 20:12:02 GMT

Oh.My.God! You see, us poor french have the chapters one week after you, so I just discovered the chapter 306. I nearly died right here on the spot.

What I'd like to know, is what did you expect him to look like and how did you react when you saw him.

I have more to say but not to make spoilers I'll put it in a comment as I don't know how to make fake cut.

Sorry if it's now a little out subject :'(