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metamorphosis2010-04-26 04:50 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-04-26 04:50 pm
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Title: our hearts are quick to deceive us
Characters: England, Spain
Rating: PG
For LJ's 30smiles prompt 'Deception'
“The only deception is a deception of the heart.”
“Ha! Love is the deception?”
“There are two sides to a coin, Spain.”
England crosses the floor, heels clicking nosily and coat billowing behind him like a cat’s bushy, angry tail. He sneers, raising a gloved hand to Spain’s face and pressing his fingertips into his cheek, humming.
“Hate is a deception as well.”
‘There is no doubt in my mind, however, that your hate is real,’ Spain silently muses.
“People can be tricked into loving someone – or something – and vice versa.”
“Or they can be bewitched by a red haired sorceress who wants nothing but a nation as her plaything—”
The slap’s hard enough to make him slam against the wall to the left of him, loud enough to sound like a crack of lightning; he lays against it, working his jaw slightly to ease the pain and whatever loose teeth that might’ve come of it. Spain glances up into the furious, pained face of England.
“Don’t you dare speak of Elizabeth in that manner.”
It’s very strained, very angry, and very much sounding as if he was about to break down into tears.
“You will not sully her name with your jealous lies—”
“Jealous?! What is there to be jealous of, Inglaterra! Surely you’re not accusing me of being jealous of her, are you?”
“You sure sound it, time after time!”
The regard each other angrily – England’s cradling his hand, because god damn him if it didn’t hurt from hitting Spain, and Spain’s cradling his cheek, still stinging and wiggling loose teeth with his tongue.
It ends with England turning on his heel, mouth set in a hard frown and tears beginning to leak from the edges of his eyes. Spain scowls and spits on the floor a mixture of blood and saliva, lips curled into a sneering smile.
“That is what I think of your queen, Inglaterra. Good riddance to her soul, if she ever had one.”
Characters: England, Spain
Rating: PG
For LJ's 30smiles prompt 'Deception'
“The only deception is a deception of the heart.”
“Ha! Love is the deception?”
“There are two sides to a coin, Spain.”
England crosses the floor, heels clicking nosily and coat billowing behind him like a cat’s bushy, angry tail. He sneers, raising a gloved hand to Spain’s face and pressing his fingertips into his cheek, humming.
“Hate is a deception as well.”
‘There is no doubt in my mind, however, that your hate is real,’ Spain silently muses.
“People can be tricked into loving someone – or something – and vice versa.”
“Or they can be bewitched by a red haired sorceress who wants nothing but a nation as her plaything—”
The slap’s hard enough to make him slam against the wall to the left of him, loud enough to sound like a crack of lightning; he lays against it, working his jaw slightly to ease the pain and whatever loose teeth that might’ve come of it. Spain glances up into the furious, pained face of England.
“Don’t you dare speak of Elizabeth in that manner.”
It’s very strained, very angry, and very much sounding as if he was about to break down into tears.
“You will not sully her name with your jealous lies—”
“Jealous?! What is there to be jealous of, Inglaterra! Surely you’re not accusing me of being jealous of her, are you?”
“You sure sound it, time after time!”
The regard each other angrily – England’s cradling his hand, because god damn him if it didn’t hurt from hitting Spain, and Spain’s cradling his cheek, still stinging and wiggling loose teeth with his tongue.
It ends with England turning on his heel, mouth set in a hard frown and tears beginning to leak from the edges of his eyes. Spain scowls and spits on the floor a mixture of blood and saliva, lips curled into a sneering smile.
“That is what I think of your queen, Inglaterra. Good riddance to her soul, if she ever had one.”