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America gripped the blanket, trying to force his worrying thoughts away and let the light of the stars and aurora borealis wash over him, lighting up the snow like a painter’s canvas.
England is strong and independent. He’s bound to be fine. America stared at the snow. Just like all the others.
The dull ache bored into his chest. A silent reminder that was always present and never fading. A reminder from his people that were still fighting for their freedom, still surviving for their loved ones, still existing in a world torn apart by the invasion, still keeping with the hope of liberation… America pressed his fingers to the spot, the muscle felt spongy and sore. The huge cities he came to love and beam with pride in were gone. The bustling economic center of New York, the cultural hub of Los Angeles, the glamour of Hollywood, the historic national capital that held the monuments to the men and women who fought and died in war, tributes to his most beloved presidents, the fragile document that was his birthright-
I can’t. I can’t think about that!
America pressed his hands to his face, taking in a deep breath, relishing the burn that the frigid, arctic air caused.
He spent the next few hours huddled on the snow, only his broken leg stretched out before him. His eyes studied and picked out stars and planets, galaxies and other space phenomena. It was probably one of the few things he could truly lose himself in. Learning and studying space, sending robots and satellites to planets, learning all about them. The fascination he held for other worldly exploration and knowledge was shared by many, but the only one who truly matched his level of curiosity was Russia. Sitting out under the stars, naming as many as they could, sharing their knowledge and love for the universe that stretched over head.
The love for knowledge that England fostered when, on that fateful night hundreds of years ago, he sat out with him in the garden and named the stars in which he used to navigate when sailing the high seas.
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“Yekaterina… she didn’t believe your brother was dead. England didn’t believe you were gone either.”
“England??” Alfred gasped at the sound of his older brother. “He’s okay?”
“…Mostly.” Ivan answered, his tone cryptic. “He said you would never pull ‘an all-nighter’.”
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England… America slide his hands away from his face and stared into the star-lit night sky. Brother… I feel so lost. Should I travel across the world to establish communications… or should I stay with my people? I wish you were here.
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Invasion (Russia/America) 13/?? (Part 2)
(Anonymous) 2010-05-24 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)England is strong and independent. He’s bound to be fine. America stared at the snow. Just like all the others.
The dull ache bored into his chest. A silent reminder that was always present and never fading. A reminder from his people that were still fighting for their freedom, still surviving for their loved ones, still existing in a world torn apart by the invasion, still keeping with the hope of liberation… America pressed his fingers to the spot, the muscle felt spongy and sore. The huge cities he came to love and beam with pride in were gone. The bustling economic center of New York, the cultural hub of Los Angeles, the glamour of Hollywood, the historic national capital that held the monuments to the men and women who fought and died in war, tributes to his most beloved presidents, the fragile document that was his birthright-
I can’t. I can’t think about that!
America pressed his hands to his face, taking in a deep breath, relishing the burn that the frigid, arctic air caused.
He spent the next few hours huddled on the snow, only his broken leg stretched out before him. His eyes studied and picked out stars and planets, galaxies and other space phenomena. It was probably one of the few things he could truly lose himself in. Learning and studying space, sending robots and satellites to planets, learning all about them. The fascination he held for other worldly exploration and knowledge was shared by many, but the only one who truly matched his level of curiosity was Russia. Sitting out under the stars, naming as many as they could, sharing their knowledge and love for the universe that stretched over head.
The love for knowledge that England fostered when, on that fateful night hundreds of years ago, he sat out with him in the garden and named the stars in which he used to navigate when sailing the high seas.
…
..
“Yekaterina… she didn’t believe your brother was dead. England didn’t believe you were gone either.”
“England??” Alfred gasped at the sound of his older brother. “He’s okay?”
“…Mostly.” Ivan answered, his tone cryptic. “He said you would never pull ‘an all-nighter’.”
..
…
England… America slide his hands away from his face and stared into the star-lit night sky. Brother… I feel so lost. Should I travel across the world to establish communications… or should I stay with my people? I wish you were here.