Original Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=19682512#t19682512 America and England encountering the Westboro Baptist Church.
This took forever to actually post! Sorry if it's not what OP had in mind...this is anon's first post, so please be kind! --- Nowadays, Alfred generally avoided Kansas whenever possible, not because he didn’t love his little boy, but because they just weren’t…seeing eye to eye lately. Unfortunately, Kansas apparently couldn’t keep his people to himself and they were currently crawling all over Boston. Alfred sighed when the first protest signs appeared in his line of sight. There was the classic God Hates Fags message, but someone had gotten creative and added illustrations. That made Alfred laugh, or it would have if he was busy rolling his eyes. Beside him, Arthur stiffened a second later. Oh crap. Arthur had no experience with the Westboro Baptist Church. Not up close. They were banned from ever entering his land, but to America’s knowledge, they’d never had a face-to-face encounter. And he’d been hoping to spend a nice day with Arthur up until just two seconds ago. He’d have to arrange a sit down talk with Kansas. In the meantime, Arthur had wrenched his hand out of the loose grip Alfred had worked so hard to get. The Briton was stalking angrily toward a group consisting of mostly adults with two or more anti-gay posters and their children who’d been consigned into holding hate signs of their own. That was the one thing that would never stop irritating Alfred; the kids getting forced into the whole ordeal. “What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Arthur was using the f-bomb already. Not a good sign. Alfred continued walking toward him, sighing at Arthur’s hot-headedness. Well, this was an interesting reversal of roles. “Do you not care that you’re hurting people? What about God makes you think he hates anyone?” Alfred had caught up with him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s free speech, Arthur. They’re just looking for attention.” Arthur whipped around to glare at him. “That’s what’s wrong with your country!” he ranted angrily, letting his annoyance carry him. “Freedom of speech…bah! If you didn’t– ” “Fags are what’s wrong with this country.” One woman had felt the need to speak her piece. “God is punishing America for accepting homos.” Alfred and Arthur were both silent staring at her for a moment, then Alfred spoke. “Well, the lady seems pretty sure of herself. Let’s go. You shouldn’t let ‘em bug you.” Alfred’s hand ran down Arthur’s arm in a comforting gesture. The woman scoffed at the obviously affectionate motion, but said nothing, probably hoping they would just leave. However, a little boy took up where she left off, shouting, “God hates fags! You’re going to hell!”
Not in Kansas Anymore (1/2)
America and England encountering the Westboro Baptist Church.
This took forever to actually post! Sorry if it's not what OP had in mind...this is anon's first post, so please be kind!
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Nowadays, Alfred generally avoided Kansas whenever possible, not because he didn’t love his little boy, but because they just weren’t…seeing eye to eye lately. Unfortunately, Kansas apparently couldn’t keep his people to himself and they were currently crawling all over Boston.
Alfred sighed when the first protest signs appeared in his line of sight. There was the classic God Hates Fags message, but someone had gotten creative and added illustrations. That made Alfred laugh, or it would have if he was busy rolling his eyes. Beside him, Arthur stiffened a second later.
Oh crap. Arthur had no experience with the Westboro Baptist Church. Not up close. They were banned from ever entering his land, but to America’s knowledge, they’d never had a face-to-face encounter. And he’d been hoping to spend a nice day with Arthur up until just two seconds ago. He’d have to arrange a sit down talk with Kansas.
In the meantime, Arthur had wrenched his hand out of the loose grip Alfred had worked so hard to get. The Briton was stalking angrily toward a group consisting of mostly adults with two or more anti-gay posters and their children who’d been consigned into holding hate signs of their own. That was the one thing that would never stop irritating Alfred; the kids getting forced into the whole ordeal.
“What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Arthur was using the f-bomb already. Not a good sign. Alfred continued walking toward him, sighing at Arthur’s hot-headedness. Well, this was an interesting reversal of roles. “Do you not care that you’re hurting people? What about God makes you think he hates anyone?”
Alfred had caught up with him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s free speech, Arthur. They’re just looking for attention.” Arthur whipped around to glare at him.
“That’s what’s wrong with your country!” he ranted angrily, letting his annoyance carry him. “Freedom of speech…bah! If you didn’t– ”
“Fags are what’s wrong with this country.” One woman had felt the need to speak her piece. “God is punishing America for accepting homos.”
Alfred and Arthur were both silent staring at her for a moment, then Alfred spoke. “Well, the lady seems pretty sure of herself. Let’s go. You shouldn’t let ‘em bug you.” Alfred’s hand ran down Arthur’s arm in a comforting gesture.
The woman scoffed at the obviously affectionate motion, but said nothing, probably hoping they would just leave. However, a little boy took up where she left off, shouting, “God hates fags! You’re going to hell!”