Thursday, September 9
England is a gentleman. His people appropriated the term, are examples of what it means. But there is a side to England that no one sees - or if they do they do not speak of it - especially now that England is more stuffy prim and proper than cutthroat pirate. It slips through cracks in England's expression and America likes to think it shows who England truly is inside (even if it's only a small part of him now).
America sees it only because he gets bored at meetings the minute he's not the one addressing the conference and these little slips in England's demeanour are far more interesting and fascinating than how to fix Greece's financial problems.
It's in that instant, when England is trying to suppress a smile (France is being put down by Germany for 'inappropriate behaviour at a G8 meeting') and the smile quirks into a smirk, getting sharper, more razored, and then...
there. England's expression is positively cunning, predatory even, and there's a flash of green eyes that speaks of things unimaginably ancient. America always has to repress an involuntary shudder as the word
empire imposes itself at the forefront of his mind.
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