[Hetalia] Audacious [Illinois-tan]
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valmoraTitle: Audacious
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: PG
Pairings: Illinois
Warnings: you can...tell that this was written during the 2008 election cycle.
Notes: Originally written here for this prompt and not on the kindex yet.
Summary: Illinois, on history, on Chicago, on politics. It's all the same.
Illinois does not miss his grandfather, because he never met him. His mother, whose name he shares, said that Cahokia had been strong, as strong as the white men had been when they first came from across the sea. Illinois doesn’t know if he believes her. It may be true, and there are ruins to prove it. Illinois, though, has better things to do than to worship his ancestors: there’s soybeans and corn that need growing. There’s Chicago to be dealt with, and whenever he has to talk to Chicago, Illinois remembers to hide the silver and keep two hands on his wallet.
He isn’t sure how he feels about all those eyes on him about Obama. Obama isn’t his. Obama is Chicago’s, and he and Chicago aren’t the same, no matter how people think they are. They look alike but they’re not even brothers – Chicago’s a mutt, Irish-Polish-black-Chinese, and Illinois took him in after he found him fishing by the river. Illinois is his mother’s son, France’s son. He’s no child of America’s, for all he lives in America’s house.
He’s not corrupt, but he’s afraid that Chicago will run him over, drag him through the mud like Chicago’s heart is grime and greenbacks. A Nation is what his people are; a State is how his people see him. Illinois has always been thought of as just like Chicago, the White City, the city of big shoulders and a black heart. He’s tried to stay away. He doesn’t need a Valentine’s Day Massacre. He needs a gun by the side of his bed to keep the intruders away, he needs a dog, he needs his farm and his universities.
He needs Chicago to keep his economy going. He doesn’t need Chicago screwing up his voice in Congress – Chicago thinks he can solve his gun problems by taking them out of innocent citizens’ hands. Chicago thinks they can change the world with the right man as President.
Illinois has known that hope. It came true. He can hope again. He can hope to make his adopted father strong again, as his mother was strong, as his grandfather was strong in his time.
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: PG
Pairings: Illinois
Warnings: you can...tell that this was written during the 2008 election cycle.
Notes: Originally written here for this prompt and not on the kindex yet.
Summary: Illinois, on history, on Chicago, on politics. It's all the same.
Illinois does not miss his grandfather, because he never met him. His mother, whose name he shares, said that Cahokia had been strong, as strong as the white men had been when they first came from across the sea. Illinois doesn’t know if he believes her. It may be true, and there are ruins to prove it. Illinois, though, has better things to do than to worship his ancestors: there’s soybeans and corn that need growing. There’s Chicago to be dealt with, and whenever he has to talk to Chicago, Illinois remembers to hide the silver and keep two hands on his wallet.
He isn’t sure how he feels about all those eyes on him about Obama. Obama isn’t his. Obama is Chicago’s, and he and Chicago aren’t the same, no matter how people think they are. They look alike but they’re not even brothers – Chicago’s a mutt, Irish-Polish-black-Chinese, and Illinois took him in after he found him fishing by the river. Illinois is his mother’s son, France’s son. He’s no child of America’s, for all he lives in America’s house.
He’s not corrupt, but he’s afraid that Chicago will run him over, drag him through the mud like Chicago’s heart is grime and greenbacks. A Nation is what his people are; a State is how his people see him. Illinois has always been thought of as just like Chicago, the White City, the city of big shoulders and a black heart. He’s tried to stay away. He doesn’t need a Valentine’s Day Massacre. He needs a gun by the side of his bed to keep the intruders away, he needs a dog, he needs his farm and his universities.
He needs Chicago to keep his economy going. He doesn’t need Chicago screwing up his voice in Congress – Chicago thinks he can solve his gun problems by taking them out of innocent citizens’ hands. Chicago thinks they can change the world with the right man as President.
Illinois has known that hope. It came true. He can hope again. He can hope to make his adopted father strong again, as his mother was strong, as his grandfather was strong in his time.
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Date: 2010-04-25 03:42 am (UTC)As an aside, I am tickled that you included the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. It's a source of some twisted family pride that we have a relative who was involved in that.
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Date: 2010-04-25 04:12 am (UTC)He blames most of it on Chicago for being highly populous. =D
that we have a relative who was involved in that.
Really? Do tell. =D
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Date: 2010-04-25 04:22 am (UTC)When my dad was in college, there was a movie made about the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. He took his college buddies to go see it, and every time the getaway cars appeared on screen, they stood up and cheered for Uncle Mike.
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Date: 2010-04-25 09:59 am (UTC)