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metamorphosis2010-04-29 04:25 pm
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Title: Why It Rains
Characters: Spain, England
Rating: G
For LJ's 50scenes prompt 'Tears'.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to know why the sky was crying and why it never stopped in England. So he rode his little horse to the country of sun – Spain. There, he met a young lord and pointed to beyond the English Channel, to dark storm clouds and thrifty winds, and asked,
‘Sir, why does the sky always cry over London?’
The lord laughed and patted the young boy’s head, then opened his arms to the sky and smiled into the sun.
‘The sky feels sad when it stretches so far north, away from el pais del sol, and so it cries and cries.’
The boy mulled over this, then waved his hand in the air at the passing clouds above.
‘Surely it rains here as well, my lord?’
The soft pitter-patter of rain began, and the lord seemed to take no notice.
‘Of course, but that is because the sky, which wept so grievously over having to be over England, is weeping tears of joy at being over Spain.’
The boy mulled this over, too, and laughed.
‘I think you’ve got it wrong, if you don’t mind me saying, because while England is full of intellectuals, Spain is full of thickheaded barons.’
The lord took offense and ordered the boy’s hands cut off as well as his feet, so he might shuffle around on stubs like the dirty English animal he was. The boy fled the country, never looking back and always thanking God for the rain that fell every day.”
England frowned as Spain set down the fairy tale book, smiling like an idiot. He shook his head and sighed, reaching over and taking it into his own hands.
“That’s not how the story went. You’re bonkers if you think the sky would cry over London because it was mourning.”
“That’s how it’s told in the book.”
“Hm.”
Upon further inspection, England found he was right.
“…Well, this is a Spanish book. Of course it would be.”
Spain smiled and bit into his apple, peering out the window.
“Sí. But it’s also true, isn’t it?”
“No.”
Characters: Spain, England
Rating: G
For LJ's 50scenes prompt 'Tears'.
“Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to know why the sky was crying and why it never stopped in England. So he rode his little horse to the country of sun – Spain. There, he met a young lord and pointed to beyond the English Channel, to dark storm clouds and thrifty winds, and asked,
‘Sir, why does the sky always cry over London?’
The lord laughed and patted the young boy’s head, then opened his arms to the sky and smiled into the sun.
‘The sky feels sad when it stretches so far north, away from el pais del sol, and so it cries and cries.’
The boy mulled over this, then waved his hand in the air at the passing clouds above.
‘Surely it rains here as well, my lord?’
The soft pitter-patter of rain began, and the lord seemed to take no notice.
‘Of course, but that is because the sky, which wept so grievously over having to be over England, is weeping tears of joy at being over Spain.’
The boy mulled this over, too, and laughed.
‘I think you’ve got it wrong, if you don’t mind me saying, because while England is full of intellectuals, Spain is full of thickheaded barons.’
The lord took offense and ordered the boy’s hands cut off as well as his feet, so he might shuffle around on stubs like the dirty English animal he was. The boy fled the country, never looking back and always thanking God for the rain that fell every day.”
England frowned as Spain set down the fairy tale book, smiling like an idiot. He shook his head and sighed, reaching over and taking it into his own hands.
“That’s not how the story went. You’re bonkers if you think the sky would cry over London because it was mourning.”
“That’s how it’s told in the book.”
“Hm.”
Upon further inspection, England found he was right.
“…Well, this is a Spanish book. Of course it would be.”
Spain smiled and bit into his apple, peering out the window.
“Sí. But it’s also true, isn’t it?”
“No.”