He really wasn't used to all the attention, there were cameras flashing everywhere which only seemed to confused and disorient him further. When a photographer asked for his picture, he stopped and turned slowly to face them. Japan knew it was impolite to turn the young and eager man down but he suspected more and more would continue to take his picture and that would mean he would be late to the screening which would be even ruder.
"Ah, allow me to consider it and perhaps at a later date," Japan began backing up slowly while giving a few short bows before turning quickly and walking towards the venue.
When America had invited Japan to go see the screening of 'For Justice?', which apparently America would be starring in, Japan had been somewhat reluctant to go; mainly because he wanted to avoid that noisy and loud crowd that was to be waiting outside of the movie theater selected for the screening. Of course, Japan was also very interested in seeing a new Western film, so he thought it wouldn't be such a bad idea (not to mention it would've been very rude to miss it).
"Yo Japan!" America came jogging up along side of him with the same horde of photographers that were snapping more and more photos. America paused and struck another heroic pose for the paparazzi who just seemed to eat it up all the more. Japan had never felt older.
"Ah, America-san," Japan attempted to get the American's attention,"we wouldn't want to miss the screening..." Thankfully, America seemed to agree that seeing his debut as an actor (hero) most certainly took priority over getting his photo taken (but just barely).
"You're totally right Japan! We can't miss my heroic debut!" He easily slipped out of the encroaching photographers grabbed Japan's hand and dragged him into the theater. Japan, somewhat flustered at the sudden contact (honestly, were all Westerners this forward?) was immediately distracted by the massive amount of nation present. It looked as if almost everyone was here... Whoever had put this together must've really gone all out. The lights dimmed signaling that the guests should move from the reception area into the theater.
"Are you ready for my awesome debut Japan?" America asked, turning around and giving Japan a huge grin as moved towards the theater entrance,
"Yes," Japan agreed, giving a slight nod of his head, "I'm sure it will be very interesting."
They took their seats waiting for the director to come out and give his speech before the screening started. Japan listened quietly as America told him of his exploits during the movie and what part was surely to be "the most epic and awesomest" and how he was so "heroic". Japan, for the most part, simply nodded occasionally acknowledging that he had heard what America had said. He couldn't give his opinion on the film until he had actually seen it.
One thing did catch his attention though, America had said:
"I made this movie so awesome but I like seriously can't believe that Russia got a part in the film cause, you know, he's gonna make it horrible and stuff spreading his creepiness and stuff all over the place..."
Wait, why was Russia in the same movie as America? Japan started to feel a little queasy... maybe it would've been better if he hadn't come...
The chattering suddenly died down as the director walked out onto the stage and applause was heard. The director paused in front of the mike and smiled as the applause gradually died down.
"First of all, I want to thank you all for coming to the first official screening of our movie! I would explain my ideals for creating this movie but, to be honest, the main inspiration was a long held grudge against the film 'Red Dawn'. I flipped the situation around and decided to show the other side. The only question I want you to ask yourselves is how far is this country willing to go to enforce it's brand of justice? What lines will be crossed? Finally, I would like to say that some of our actors may even be surprised by the final product."
A poignant glance was shot at America and, of course, it went right over his head.
Japan head turned around sharply, from behind him had come a little giggle.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to update this for about a week due to me visiting Alfred for a 'lil while. I'm gonna finish this up in the car and post it when I get back!
Apologies for late updates and failed characterisation of Japan!
And, also, next time will be the big interrogation scene... then, the two next parts will be everyone's reactions! Huhuhu~
MMmmmmph!!! I'm nearly biting my lip off in the anxiety! All this build up to America's shock with himself, as well as everyone else's shock...Oh God, the tension is so high right now...
I wasn't sure before, but it looks like the situation is going to be entirely a surprise to Alfred, after all? The way some movies are filmed, that's actually really believable; not to the mention most actors allegedly don't get to see the final product till the screening party or premiere. And the language barrier between Alfred and the Russians (while filming, at least) certainly doesn't help him know what's going on, does it?
I imagined Alfred knowing what he was playing all along when I read the prompt, so it's kind of awesome to get another perspective on this. And it's cool that the art fill below is so different in that way, too; I bet OP is pleased, huh?
Since I'm pretty sure who that giggle Japan heard came from, I'm surprised he didn't just outright flee in terror! Even if he's giggling over something relatively innocent. *twitch*
[So I've discovered they have wireless at hotels... *headdesk* Anyways, I'm super happy this fill is getting so much love! The more the merrier! Anyways, on with the story!]
It wasn't as if he hadn't been beaten before, in fact, that statement would be an outright lie. What he wished was true, however, was that it got easier over time. That each strike to the ribs, each broken nose, and multiple cigarette burns on his body would somehow hurt less the next time.
It didn't.
The feeling that eventually he would be free, he would be able to return to his small countryside home outside of Tver, spend time with his wife and children, attend church regularly, and drink vodka that kept him fighting, that kept him enduring the beatings.
When the Americans had invaded Russia, he had done what he thought was the right thing to do: he had fought back. Apparently, Russia's "democracy" wasn't sufficient enough for them. No, it needed to be American "democracy. He knew the system of the Motherland was corrupt but what business was of the Americans to interfere in it?
Of course, they had come in under a different pretense. The Russians had been "aiding the Iranians in the development of nuclear energy for unknown and suspicious reasons... could pose a potential threat to the national security of the United States of America and the rest of the free world" was the statement that had come from the White House.
He had heard that line before.
And here he was, at the mercy of an American military man, undoubtedly a high-ranking one at that.
Another swift kick to the stomach, was that the third or the fourth one? He had lost count. He gasped and coughed in an attempt to start breathing again. Of course, that was too much of a luxury for him his captor had decided, as he dealt repeated blows to the man's stomach.
He was starting to become numb, all he could feel now was the pain as reverberated and echoed in large and loud pulses throughout his body.
The kicking ceased. Oh, it seemed as if it was time to take a break and get back to the interrogation.
He wasn't sure he was glad.
The American man squatted down beside him, a lilting grin dancing across his face.
"I admit it must feel kinda strange to be interrogated in Lubyanka... didn't you guys use this place once too, like to torture confessions out of people and stuff?"
He gently flicked away a little bit of drool that had gathered on the Russian man's chin. He almost flinched away from the touch. Almost.
Instead, he spat in the man's face and swore at him in Russian.
The American man looked a little surprised; rather intrigued by the foreign substance that had landed on his face. He attempted to stare at it cross-eyed through his glasses. He then removed it from his face and began to wipe it into the Russian's cheeks and eyes.
He smiled apologetically,"Sorry, I don't want any of your Russian shit, it should stay where it belongs."
He then punched him in the nose.
Ignoring the cries of pain from the man on the floor, the American began to slowly pace the room.
"So you're the leader right? I kinda guessed because you were the one leading all the commies into the battle and you were the one who looked like he was actually smart. The rest seemed kinda stupid."
He paused and glanced at the man, as if expecting a response, all he received was a grunt of pain.
"You don't speak English, do you?"
A strangled, "Fuck you," was the response.
A kick to the mouth was the reply.
"Honestly, we're doing you guys a favour! Getting rid of your crappy, corrupt government! Do you know how much we're spending to help you guys? You'll get American-style democracy for god's sake! And what kind of payment are we getting in return? Guerrilla fighters?" He stood still and looked out the grimy window and pouted, "I was expecting a warmer reception."
***
The curtains closed a half an hour later with the conclusion of the film.
America turned to Japan, all excited.
"Wasn't that great?"
[I was reading through some comments below and the general concensus was that Alfred would be horrified by his actions. No guys, while he was not aware of how the film was being made, he's perfectly aware of how his actions will be perceived... but he still think he's the hero.]
It wasn't as if he hadn't been beaten before, in fact, that statement would be an outright lie. What he wished was true, however, was that it got easier over time. That each strike to the ribs, each broken nose, and multiple cigarette burns on his body would somehow hurt less the next time.
It didn't.
The feeling that eventually he would be free, he would be able to return to his small countryside home outside of Tver, spend time with his wife and children, attend church regularly, and drink vodka that kept him fighting, that kept him enduring the beatings.
When the Americans had invaded Russia, he had done what he thought was the right thing to do: he had fought back. Apparently, Russia's "democracy" wasn't sufficient enough for them. No, it needed to be American "democracy. He knew the system of the Motherland was corrupt but what business was of the Americans to interfere in it?
Of course, they had come in under a different pretense. The Russians had been "aiding the Iranians in the development of nuclear energy for unknown and suspicious reasons... could pose a potential threat to the national security of the United States of America and the rest of the free world" was the statement that had come from the White House.
He had heard that line before.
And here he was, at the mercy of an American military man, undoubtedly a high-ranking one at that.
Another swift kick to the stomach, was that the third or the fourth one? He had lost count. He gasped and coughed in an attempt to start breathing again. Of course, that was too much of a luxury for him his captor had decided, as he dealt repeated blows to the man's stomach.
He was starting to become numb, all he could feel now was the pain as reverberated and echoed in large and loud pulses throughout his body.
The kicking ceased. Oh, it seemed as if it was time to take a break and get back to the interrogation.
He wasn't sure he was glad.
The American man squatted down beside him, a lilting grin dancing across his face.
"I admit it must feel kinda strange to be interrogated in Lubyanka... didn't you guys use this place once too, like to torture confessions out of people and stuff?"
He gently flicked away a little bit of drool that had gathered on the Russian man's chin. He almost flinched away from the touch. Almost.
Instead, he spat in the man's face and swore at him in Russian.
The American man looked a little surprised; rather intrigued by the foreign substance that had landed on his face. He attempted to stare at it cross-eyed through his glasses. He then removed it from his face and began to wipe it into the Russian's cheeks and eyes.
He smiled apologetically,"Sorry, I don't want any of your Russian shit, it should stay where it belongs."
He then punched him in the nose.
Ignoring the cries of pain from the man on the floor, the American began to slowly pace the room.
"So you're the leader right? I kinda guessed because you were the one leading all the commies into the battle and you were the one who looked like he was actually smart. The rest seemed kinda stupid."
He paused and glanced at the man, as if expecting a response, all he received was a grunt of pain.
"You don't speak English, do you?"
A strangled, "Fuck you," was the response.
A kick to the mouth was the reply.
"Honestly, we're doing you guys a favour! Getting rid of your crappy, corrupt government! Do you know how much we're spending to help you guys? You'll get American-style democracy for god's sake! And what kind of payment are we getting in return? Guerrilla fighters?" He stood still and looked out the grimy window and pouted, "I was expecting a warmer reception."
***
The curtains closed a half an hour later with the conclusion of the film.
America turned to Japan, all excited.
"Wasn't that great?"
[I was reading through some comments below and the general concensus was that Alfred would be horrified by his actions. No guys, while he was not aware of how the film was being made, he's perfectly aware of how his actions will be perceived... but he still think he's the hero.]
oh.oh damn this is actually very much what I imagined...maybe a bit more outrage but it being comp justified in his eyes but...damn thats...I thought that was the end (and although it was cut off that would have been a kickass ending) and then I checked the numbers and was like...oh fuck.
So Russia was tortured for...a while and the American's won? ;A; Im scared of him now too!
I think I heard a quote somewhere that Alfred's action reminds me of. It goes somewhere along the line of "The most terrifying form of Evil is Justice." or something like that. It makes you think about what justice really mean... XD
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-26 02:32 am (UTC)(link)Kill 'em damn Soviets [9/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-08-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)"Ah, allow me to consider it and perhaps at a later date," Japan began backing up slowly while giving a few short bows before turning quickly and walking towards the venue.
When America had invited Japan to go see the screening of 'For Justice?', which apparently America would be starring in, Japan had been somewhat reluctant to go; mainly because he wanted to avoid that noisy and loud crowd that was to be waiting outside of the movie theater selected for the screening. Of course, Japan was also very interested in seeing a new Western film, so he thought it wouldn't be such a bad idea (not to mention it would've been very rude to miss it).
"Yo Japan!" America came jogging up along side of him with the same horde of photographers that were snapping more and more photos. America paused and struck another heroic pose for the paparazzi who just seemed to eat it up all the more. Japan had never felt older.
"Ah, America-san," Japan attempted to get the American's attention,"we wouldn't want to miss the screening..." Thankfully, America seemed to agree that seeing his debut as an actor (hero) most certainly took priority over getting his photo taken (but just barely).
"You're totally right Japan! We can't miss my heroic debut!" He easily slipped out of the encroaching photographers grabbed Japan's hand and dragged him into the theater. Japan, somewhat flustered at the sudden contact (honestly, were all Westerners this forward?) was immediately distracted by the massive amount of nation present. It looked as if almost everyone was here... Whoever had put this together must've really gone all out. The lights dimmed signaling that the guests should move from the reception area into the theater.
"Are you ready for my awesome debut Japan?" America asked, turning around and giving Japan a huge grin as moved towards the theater entrance,
"Yes," Japan agreed, giving a slight nod of his head, "I'm sure it will be very interesting."
They took their seats waiting for the director to come out and give his speech before the screening started. Japan listened quietly as America told him of his exploits during the movie and what part was surely to be "the most epic and awesomest" and how he was so "heroic". Japan, for the most part, simply nodded occasionally acknowledging that he had heard what America had said. He couldn't give his opinion on the film until he had actually seen it.
One thing did catch his attention though, America had said:
"I made this movie so awesome but I like seriously can't believe that Russia got a part in the film cause, you know, he's gonna make it horrible and stuff spreading his creepiness and stuff all over the place..."
Wait, why was Russia in the same movie as America? Japan started to feel a little queasy... maybe it would've been better if he hadn't come...
The chattering suddenly died down as the director walked out onto the stage and applause was heard. The director paused in front of the mike and smiled as the applause gradually died down.
"First of all, I want to thank you all for coming to the first official screening of our movie! I would explain my ideals for creating this movie but, to be honest, the main inspiration was a long held grudge against the film 'Red Dawn'. I flipped the situation around and decided to show the other side. The only question I want you to ask yourselves is how far is this country willing to go to enforce it's brand of justice? What lines will be crossed? Finally, I would like to say that some of our actors may even be surprised by the final product."
A poignant glance was shot at America and, of course, it went right over his head.
Japan head turned around sharply, from behind him had come a little giggle.
The movie started.
Author!Anon message!
(Anonymous) 2010-08-27 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)Unfortunately, I won't be able to update this for about a week due to me visiting Alfred for a 'lil while. I'm gonna finish this up in the car and post it when I get back!
Apologies for late updates and failed characterisation of Japan!
And, also, next time will be the big interrogation scene... then, the two next parts will be everyone's reactions! Huhuhu~
Later~
Re: Author!Anon message!
(Anonymous) 2010-08-29 04:12 am (UTC)(link)We anons living in Alfred will be keeping our eyes peeled for you :3
Pshaw, Japan was fine!
Can't wait for the epic scene of cold war epicness!
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-28 12:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [9/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-08-28 02:45 am (UTC)(link)Enjoy your visit to Alfred, anon! ;D But don't eat too much fast food or you'll diiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee~! D:
Upon rereading ... actual thoughts? :D
(Anonymous) 2010-08-28 03:09 am (UTC)(link)I imagined Alfred knowing what he was playing all along when I read the prompt, so it's kind of awesome to get another perspective on this. And it's cool that the art fill below is so different in that way, too; I bet OP is pleased, huh?
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-29 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [9/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-08-30 02:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [10/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-01 04:30 am (UTC)(link)It wasn't as if he hadn't been beaten before, in fact, that statement would be an outright lie. What he wished was true, however, was that it got easier over time. That each strike to the ribs, each broken nose, and multiple cigarette burns on his body would somehow hurt less the next time.
It didn't.
The feeling that eventually he would be free, he would be able to return to his small countryside home outside of Tver, spend time with his wife and children, attend church regularly, and drink vodka that kept him fighting, that kept him enduring the beatings.
When the Americans had invaded Russia, he had done what he thought was the right thing to do: he had fought back. Apparently, Russia's "democracy" wasn't sufficient enough for them. No, it needed to be American "democracy. He knew the system of the Motherland was corrupt but what business was of the Americans to interfere in it?
Of course, they had come in under a different pretense. The Russians had been "aiding the Iranians in the development of nuclear energy for unknown and suspicious reasons... could pose a potential threat to the national security of the United States of America and the rest of the free world" was the statement that had come from the White House.
He had heard that line before.
And here he was, at the mercy of an American military man, undoubtedly a high-ranking one at that.
Another swift kick to the stomach, was that the third or the fourth one? He had lost count. He gasped and coughed in an attempt to start breathing again. Of course, that was too much of a luxury for him his captor had decided, as he dealt repeated blows to the man's stomach.
He was starting to become numb, all he could feel now was the pain as reverberated and echoed in large and loud pulses throughout his body.
The kicking ceased. Oh, it seemed as if it was time to take a break and get back to the interrogation.
He wasn't sure he was glad.
The American man squatted down beside him, a lilting grin dancing across his face.
"I admit it must feel kinda strange to be interrogated in Lubyanka... didn't you guys use this place once too, like to torture confessions out of people and stuff?"
He gently flicked away a little bit of drool that had gathered on the Russian man's chin. He almost flinched away from the touch. Almost.
Instead, he spat in the man's face and swore at him in Russian.
The American man looked a little surprised; rather intrigued by the foreign substance that had landed on his face. He attempted to stare at it cross-eyed through his glasses. He then removed it from his face and began to wipe it into the Russian's cheeks and eyes.
He smiled apologetically,"Sorry, I don't want any of your Russian shit, it should stay where it belongs."
He then punched him in the nose.
Ignoring the cries of pain from the man on the floor, the American began to slowly pace the room.
"So you're the leader right? I kinda guessed because you were the one leading all the commies into the battle and you were the one who looked like he was actually smart. The rest seemed kinda stupid."
He paused and glanced at the man, as if expecting a response, all he received was a grunt of pain.
"You don't speak English, do you?"
A strangled, "Fuck you," was the response.
A kick to the mouth was the reply.
"Honestly, we're doing you guys a favour! Getting rid of your crappy, corrupt government! Do you know how much we're spending to help you guys? You'll get American-style democracy for god's sake! And what kind of payment are we getting in return? Guerrilla fighters?" He stood still and looked out the grimy window and pouted, "I was expecting a warmer reception."
***
The curtains closed a half an hour later with the conclusion of the film.
America turned to Japan, all excited.
"Wasn't that great?"
[I was reading through some comments below and the general concensus was that Alfred would be horrified by his actions. No guys, while he was not aware of how the film was being made, he's perfectly aware of how his actions will be perceived... but he still think he's the hero.]
Kill 'em damn Soviets [10/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-01 04:42 am (UTC)(link)It didn't.
The feeling that eventually he would be free, he would be able to return to his small countryside home outside of Tver, spend time with his wife and children, attend church regularly, and drink vodka that kept him fighting, that kept him enduring the beatings.
When the Americans had invaded Russia, he had done what he thought was the right thing to do: he had fought back. Apparently, Russia's "democracy" wasn't sufficient enough for them. No, it needed to be American "democracy. He knew the system of the Motherland was corrupt but what business was of the Americans to interfere in it?
Of course, they had come in under a different pretense. The Russians had been "aiding the Iranians in the development of nuclear energy for unknown and suspicious reasons... could pose a potential threat to the national security of the United States of America and the rest of the free world" was the statement that had come from the White House.
He had heard that line before.
And here he was, at the mercy of an American military man, undoubtedly a high-ranking one at that.
Another swift kick to the stomach, was that the third or the fourth one? He had lost count. He gasped and coughed in an attempt to start breathing again. Of course, that was too much of a luxury for him his captor had decided, as he dealt repeated blows to the man's stomach.
He was starting to become numb, all he could feel now was the pain as reverberated and echoed in large and loud pulses throughout his body.
The kicking ceased. Oh, it seemed as if it was time to take a break and get back to the interrogation.
He wasn't sure he was glad.
The American man squatted down beside him, a lilting grin dancing across his face.
"I admit it must feel kinda strange to be interrogated in Lubyanka... didn't you guys use this place once too, like to torture confessions out of people and stuff?"
He gently flicked away a little bit of drool that had gathered on the Russian man's chin. He almost flinched away from the touch. Almost.
Instead, he spat in the man's face and swore at him in Russian.
The American man looked a little surprised; rather intrigued by the foreign substance that had landed on his face. He attempted to stare at it cross-eyed through his glasses. He then removed it from his face and began to wipe it into the Russian's cheeks and eyes.
He smiled apologetically,"Sorry, I don't want any of your Russian shit, it should stay where it belongs."
He then punched him in the nose.
Ignoring the cries of pain from the man on the floor, the American began to slowly pace the room.
"So you're the leader right? I kinda guessed because you were the one leading all the commies into the battle and you were the one who looked like he was actually smart. The rest seemed kinda stupid."
He paused and glanced at the man, as if expecting a response, all he received was a grunt of pain.
"You don't speak English, do you?"
A strangled, "Fuck you," was the response.
A kick to the mouth was the reply.
"Honestly, we're doing you guys a favour! Getting rid of your crappy, corrupt government! Do you know how much we're spending to help you guys? You'll get American-style democracy for god's sake! And what kind of payment are we getting in return? Guerrilla fighters?" He stood still and looked out the grimy window and pouted, "I was expecting a warmer reception."
***
The curtains closed a half an hour later with the conclusion of the film.
America turned to Japan, all excited.
"Wasn't that great?"
[I was reading through some comments below and the general concensus was that Alfred would be horrified by his actions. No guys, while he was not aware of how the film was being made, he's perfectly aware of how his actions will be perceived... but he still think he's the hero.]
Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [10/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-01 07:12 am (UTC)(link)So Russia was tortured for...a while and the American's won? ;A; Im scared of him now too!
Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [10/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-01 11:21 am (UTC)(link)Brilliant work! Can't wait to see the rest!
artist!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-02 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)I'm really enjoying this author!anon! I'm just imagining Al with a southern accent when I read this (but that's just me :D)
Its a shame that its almost near to the end though. You should describe more of the movie
just so this fill won't be finished yet! MWAHAHA!Haha, I can't wait for the next update! The nations' reactions, I can only wonder how'll they respond XD
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-02 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Kill 'em damn Soviets [10/12]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-02 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)Al, you are terrifying without even trying lol.
*leans forward with creepy smile* You'll post the next update soon, right? ♥
Because this is too amazing to leave hanging indefinitely. ^_^