There stories on here that show the future of America and England where they are at war with each other and of course hate each other and feel betrayed.
I would like to see a twist on things, where in the future America and England for whatever reason you like are at war with each other and the special relationship is over but despite all that Arthur and Alfred try to maintain there romantic relationship while being there country personification while there nations are at war with one other.
Tense Air After Illegal Zone Trespassing: the United States and United Kingdom Make International News amidst Resource Race
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At times like these, all the personification of England could do was look at the owner of the guilty blue eyes and shake his head in disdain. He paced angrily around the carpet floor, darting whatever colourful profanities he could muster up and resist the urge to strangle the American behind the desk.
“I have said this MANY TIMES, America. You KNOW this for a fact. You are NOT the Superpower, anymore. You are NOT the world’s policeman. You seriously ought to learn that everything is not a competition. I am SICK AND TIRED of being situated in between another fight between you and goddamn Russia. HOW DARE you think you can trespass into my air zone, and shoot down my men to get to Russia? HOW DARE YOU, REALLY? My boss is furious, and you can bet your sorry arse this will be brought up at the UN. And another thing-“
England noticed, after taking a huge gulp of air, that America had taken to opening a few drawers and taking out pens to doodle onto Post-It notes. He had his head hung low, hoping to not draw any unwanted attention by the Brit, and once again, he failed to notice the England was many times more observant that America gave him credit for.
“You idiot,” England hissed, stomping to face America, and before the latter could cough an apology at failing to listen, a well executed slap met with America’s jugular, a heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh drawing a pair of emerald-green eyes to meet those of a summer in Indiana.
America’s reaction grabbed the other’s wrist and twisted it. England cried in pain at the quick reflex.
“You don’t hit me. ME!”
“You’re crazy. You’re absolutely MONSTROUS. I can’t put up with this.” The Brit shoved the American with all the strength he had left and gave him a parting glance of shame.
“And here I thought I could get an apology. You’re insane. Bloody fu—ing insane.”
“I’m not INSANE. Don’t you get it, England? I AM NOT A LOSER. If Russia thinks I am weak or China or India think that can drain all my oil, my coal, and my water, they’re INSANE. EVERYONE has got to know being #4 DOES NOT MEAN I CAN BE STEPPED ON. I have influence, I have money now, I am GREAT. AMERICA has never bowed down to anyone. I-“
England shot America one of the nastiest glares he could muster up, and for a former pirate, it was bone chilling. He interjected another of America’s arrogant and obnoxious claims.
“Have you ever thought, America that maybe the reason you’ve lost everyone’s respect is because you have never had any?”
Alfred opened the medicine cabinet he had in his office and pulled out some cream to sooth the red mark Arthur had left on his face. A copy of the morning’s Washington Post was on the screen of his Kindle. It had just occurred to Alfred that he hadn’t actually gotten a chance to read the news, though in actuality, he had a very good clue what was published.
Booming at-home economy ever since manufacturing was being brought back since ’35.
The wicked glass-like structure of the hottest new Smartphone.
Oh, and the unintended aerial battle between the US Air Force and the RAF…
As he unscrewed the jar of ointment, Alfred scrolled through the Kindle and just as he expected, the date:
March 17, 2063.
Above that were thick headlines of the incident that occurred two days ago and the growing animosity between two governments.
Growling, Alfred rubbed the thick cream on his jaw and cheek and left the washroom in fury.
Arthur sat nervously on the edge of Alfred’s expansive king bed, fidgeting with is waistcoat and even pulling at his hair. He was a bit scared as to what was going to come. Apparently things were so fired up between his boss and Alfred’s that it had almost deterred Arthur’s entrance into Alfred’s home. He checked his watch and noticed that Alfred was actually many minutes later than usual. The Brit bit his lip and fell back onto the soft duvet of Alfred’s bed.
Twenty five years.
A quarter of a century ago, it was basically finalized that the thinning relationship between the United States of America and the United Kingdom had snapped. Like a rubber band being pulled too far, farther than it could last, it broke apart.
Suddenly, overnight, true alliances were rare. America found himself becoming even chummier toward his Northern brother, who was only too happy to strengthen the ties. The United Kingdom had long since had ups and downs with the modest Eurozone, but that was okay. England had someone to turn to now- he would no longer purposely be the black sheep.
This scared Arthur how less than a century ago, the Special Relationship made both countries secure and safe.
That security was broken, and the uncalled for attack by America’s air force to try to make pathways to Russia and China, it was only a matter of time before the two were hostile, right?
Arthur’s thoughts were cut short as he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw Alfred trying to shed his coat and undo his tie in a quick pace. A thick shiny briefcase and thrown haphazardly onto the wooden floor and American-made shoes kicked off.
“Alfred…”
Said man looked up and gave his lover an acknowledged wave. After unbuttoning his cuffs and pulling off his socks, Alfred crashed into his bed and wrapped his long arms around Arthur.
Silky white streams of light from the moon spilled into the dark room.
A pale and rather lithe figure panted as he was rocked into, mumbling his lover’s name for what felt like the first time, but was probably the 4th time. He grabbed hold of the man above him and pressed his lips to the other’s should.
The two pressed tightly against each other and skewered versions of ’I love you’s were the only other thing heard beside quiet moans of two names. It was in this moment where everything between them was theirs.
It was special.
Finally, Arthur collapsed from all the stamina he had lost. Alfred followed suit, but kissed Arthur on the lips feverishly before landing on his pillow. He pushed back Arthur’s wet bangs to see his eyes still ridden with lust.
“They don’t know anything,” Alfred murmured. “It takes more than a fu—king proclamation to ruin us.”
He would always say that whenever it was just the two. But he was more of a dreamer than Arthur ever was.
One week later, war was declared by the United Kingdom against the United States.
Canada adjusted his tie awkwardly as his boss sat down with America’s.
The two leaders knew that it would not a be an easy topic to discuss due to the relations that the former British colony had with its former mother country. Then again, political relations had definitely altered in the last 30 years or so. The Prime Minister opened up his binder and clicked opens a pen to begin jotting down notes. Canada was overcome with stress as his brother took a seat across from him.
“Good morning, Prime Minister. Canada,” the President introduced, nodding politely. America gave them both a courteous chin jerk.
America’s boss was an intelligent and cunning man. It had been rare in the last few years for the nation to elect a leader that reminded the people of what America used to be, and what it could be. It strode into world meetings with its chin held high, and everything he said had an underlying tone of being strong. America probably wasn’t even grateful, but one could never be sure as to what went on in his head.
The two brother personifications were only really at the table for formalities sake. Both leaders knew of the familial-like ties between the two former colonies, and how much the conflict was going to affect both mentally and physically.
“I have to say Mr. President, I’m not surprised. That being said, I’m worried as why you’ve called up down.”
“Well, in about 4 hours my men will land on the coast of Liverpool. The Royal Navy is exceptional, I will admit. However, they should not be expecting two fronts to be attacked. Southampton,” the President boldly noted.
“What exactly do you want my COUNTRY to have a role in this petty fight between you two?” the Prime Minister huffed. “You just couldn’t keep your mouth closed last UN, could you?”
“You choose to join us, Mr. President. I am not forcing you.”
America’s eyes widened. “Boss! Wait, a sec dude, I thought this was just a one on one thing-“
The President sighed, “It’s Europe.”
The doors burst open, a Secret Service agent thrusting a paper at the table. “The Navy’s holding back the Brits! They’re coming in through Maine. Do we call backups?”
Answering as if he was already watching the game unfold, “No. Leave California’s forces for now. I want a check up on Operation Ninety. Get the stations in Louisiana with their guards up. Recruit, man. Recruit.”
“Yes, SIR!”
A sound of applause was heard in the room, and it took Canada a few seconds to realize it was him that was clapping lightly. America raised an eyebrow at the nations, who blushed profusely.
“Apologies. You reacted that really well, Mr. President sir,” Canada said.
“I thought so.”
America scratched his chin. “Canada, bro, shouldn’t you watch out near the Maritimes if England’s invading.”
“He won’t invade us,” the Prime Minister sighed. “We’re a part of the Common-“
“And what has that done for you in 40 years? Really, it’s like the G8. Useless.”
“Boss, I think it wouldn’t hurt to have some, I don’t know, watch over the coast…Just in case…”
In three months, the world watched as the United Kingdom forces consumed
Texas through a surprise invasion into Mexico. As predicted, it had not been easy to fully occupy any of the port states, so they aimed for another weakness.
A resource- rich area such as Texas.
One of the sunnier states, and wealthy in terms of farmland and science, it seemed like a perfect capture.
Across the Atlantic, London was currently ravaged again by war. American forces had detained Buckingham Palace, but luckily for the Royal Family, they had been shipped off to Belgium for the remainder of the war. Most of the coast had been face offs between two once-never-to-be-reckoned with navies, with each side gaining momentum on their respective sides.
At about this point, any side was winning and losing.
Alfred pulled his eyes wide open and slipped on a pair of contacts and blinked to relax the slight discomfort.
It was funny; one morning he woke up and his glasses disappeared. Huh.
Then he was notified of the latest, and shrugged it off.
Currently, the Royal forces were being aided by Germany in technology and France in money. They were a tough crew to drive through, but for some reason the United States military wasn’t worried.
That was something else new about the world now; it seemed the government and military never crossed the personifications. At this point, Alfred hadn’t a clue where the war would end.
Or how.
“How bad are you wounds…?” Arthur asked quietly.
The Brit had a bottle of rubbing alcohol and Band-Aids in his hands.
“It’s nothing harsh. We just overtook New York. Good news, huh?” Alfred chuckled softly. Arthur didn’t say anything.
It was upsetting how quiet their talks had grown, how unsure their love would last, how strong it was. They were currently hiding away from their people in an undisclosed island, trying to tend to each other’s wounds and breakdowns. Arthur had just had a massive head burn after the latest attack on Manchester. A major fire had occurred apparently.
“Come here, then,” Arthur said softly. He wet a cotton pad and pressed the ice cold liquid onto the open cut on Alfred’s arm. He did notice Alfred hissing in pain, but they’d been over this so many times, they both just suffered.
“Awh, ugh, that-“ Alfred muttered under his breath.
“I’m so sorry, Alfred,” Arthur whispered, almost too quiet for Alfred to hear.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, Artie. It’s not your fault, really,” Alfred assured.
But he didn’t know what Arthur was truly apologizing for.
“You can’t see properly!” the Brit snapped, changing the real topic.
“Yes, I can!” Alfred assured. “Don’t, don’t cry on me Artie!”
“You twat! Isn’t seeing America groveling at your knees already worth it?! What do you want? You have everything! Money, resource, population!
All I’m asking is a bit of assistance against his Western sides.” England pleaded.
“England,” the Prime Minister said sternly. Russia leaned back on his chair and turned to his own superior.
“Our people had early on decided that we would stay out of this useless conflict…” Russia’s boss sighed. “However, we have been wanting a share of solar power…”
“We can supply you with what we will gain from Texas, and hopefully Arizona and California if you assist us in one offensive. Just one.” England’s boss assured.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Russia interjected. “I was wondering if I could also get something out of this agreement.” He turned to England, who was currently pressing his nose bridge to see if it had cracked. Stupid London Bridge attack. “What do you say, England, comrade?”
“What the hell do you want?” England demanded.
Arthur groaned in pain as his gag was removed. He panted and huffed from what had just happened and felt his knees give.
He collapsed without a care in the world at Russia’s large feet.
Ivan smile sadistically. “You’ve done well, my love. Alfred had definitely not made you loose or weak. You lasted for so long, too.” He got out a wet towel and began cleaning up Arthur’s body. “When he loses, you come to me, da? We can both make him suffer.”
“A-A-al-“
“Shh, love.”
“I-I-I-“ Arthur’s stuttered, his head still light and confused as to what had just happened. He hurt everywhere. He had never felt so vulnerable with his true love. Alfred would have never forced so much on him-
“Are you begging for me, again, my English rose?” Ivan chuckled. He grabbed the lithe body off the ground and planted it on the bed. “I like your voice. Let me hear it again.”
“This is the United States. Please state your name and business,” America said monotonously into his private cellular device.
”America-san? It is I, Japan. Our radar system has detected some early Russian drones headed West. I don’t know where they are headed-“ Japan notified. “By now they should be near Hawaii if our system is correct.”
America’s eyes widened as he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder. Russian forces had dropped a surprise attack on Hawaii.
Alfred was worried, of course. But knowing it was Ivan, he was more worried about Arthur.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-10 12:16 am (UTC)(link)I would like to see a twist on things, where in the future America and England for whatever reason you like are at war with each other and the special relationship is over but despite all that Arthur and Alfred try to maintain there romantic relationship while being there country personification while there nations are at war with one other.
Fragility & Former 1a/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 02:37 am (UTC)(link)Tense Air After Illegal Zone Trespassing: the United States and United Kingdom Make International News amidst Resource Race
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At times like these, all the personification of England could do was look at the owner of the guilty blue eyes and shake his head in disdain. He paced angrily around the carpet floor, darting whatever colourful profanities he could muster up and resist the urge to strangle the American behind the desk.
“I have said this MANY TIMES, America. You KNOW this for a fact. You are NOT the Superpower, anymore. You are NOT the world’s policeman. You seriously ought to learn that everything is not a competition. I am SICK AND TIRED of being situated in between another fight between you and goddamn Russia. HOW DARE you think you can trespass into my air zone, and shoot down my men to get to Russia? HOW DARE YOU, REALLY? My boss is furious, and you can bet your sorry arse this will be brought up at the UN. And another thing-“
England noticed, after taking a huge gulp of air, that America had taken to opening a few drawers and taking out pens to doodle onto Post-It notes. He had his head hung low, hoping to not draw any unwanted attention by the Brit, and once again, he failed to notice the England was many times more observant that America gave him credit for.
“You idiot,” England hissed, stomping to face America, and before the latter could cough an apology at failing to listen, a well executed slap met with America’s jugular, a heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh drawing a pair of emerald-green eyes to meet those of a summer in Indiana.
America’s reaction grabbed the other’s wrist and twisted it. England cried in pain at the quick reflex.
“You don’t hit me. ME!”
“You’re crazy. You’re absolutely MONSTROUS. I can’t put up with this.” The Brit shoved the American with all the strength he had left and gave him a parting glance of shame.
“And here I thought I could get an apology. You’re insane. Bloody fu—ing insane.”
“I’m not INSANE. Don’t you get it, England? I AM NOT A LOSER. If Russia thinks I am weak or China or India think that can drain all my oil, my coal, and my water, they’re INSANE. EVERYONE has got to know being #4 DOES NOT MEAN I CAN BE STEPPED ON. I have influence, I have money now, I am GREAT. AMERICA has never bowed down to anyone. I-“
England shot America one of the nastiest glares he could muster up, and for a former pirate, it was bone chilling. He interjected another of
America’s arrogant and obnoxious claims.
“Have you ever thought, America that maybe the reason you’ve lost everyone’s respect is because you have never had any?”
Fragility & Former 1b/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 03:09 am (UTC)(link)Alfred opened the medicine cabinet he had in his office and pulled out some cream to sooth the red mark Arthur had left on his face. A copy of the morning’s Washington Post was on the screen of his Kindle. It had just occurred to Alfred that he hadn’t actually gotten a chance to read the news, though in actuality, he had a very good clue what was published.
Booming at-home economy ever since manufacturing was being brought back since ’35.
The wicked glass-like structure of the hottest new Smartphone.
Oh, and the unintended aerial battle between the US Air Force and the RAF…
As he unscrewed the jar of ointment, Alfred scrolled through the Kindle and just as he expected, the date:
March 17, 2063.
Above that were thick headlines of the incident that occurred two days ago and the growing animosity between two governments.
Growling, Alfred rubbed the thick cream on his jaw and cheek and left the washroom in fury.
Arthur sat nervously on the edge of Alfred’s expansive king bed, fidgeting with is waistcoat and even pulling at his hair. He was a bit scared as to what was going to come. Apparently things were so fired up between his boss and Alfred’s that it had almost deterred Arthur’s entrance into Alfred’s home. He checked his watch and noticed that Alfred was actually many minutes later than usual. The Brit bit his lip and fell back onto the soft duvet of Alfred’s bed.
Twenty five years.
A quarter of a century ago, it was basically finalized that the thinning relationship between the United States of America and the United Kingdom had snapped. Like a rubber band being pulled too far, farther than it could last, it broke apart.
Suddenly, overnight, true alliances were rare. America found himself becoming even chummier toward his Northern brother, who was only too happy to strengthen the ties. The United Kingdom had long since had ups and downs with the modest Eurozone, but that was okay. England had someone to turn to now- he would no longer purposely be the black sheep.
This scared Arthur how less than a century ago, the Special Relationship made both countries secure and safe.
That security was broken, and the uncalled for attack by America’s air force to try to make pathways to Russia and China, it was only a matter of time before the two were hostile, right?
Arthur’s thoughts were cut short as he heard the door open. He turned his head and saw Alfred trying to shed his coat and undo his tie in a quick pace. A thick shiny briefcase and thrown haphazardly onto the wooden floor and American-made shoes kicked off.
“Alfred…”
Said man looked up and gave his lover an acknowledged wave. After unbuttoning his cuffs and pulling off his socks, Alfred crashed into his bed and wrapped his long arms around Arthur.
Silky white streams of light from the moon spilled into the dark room.
A pale and rather lithe figure panted as he was rocked into, mumbling his lover’s name for what felt like the first time, but was probably the 4th time. He grabbed hold of the man above him and pressed his lips to the other’s should.
The two pressed tightly against each other and skewered versions of ’I love you’s were the only other thing heard beside quiet moans of two names. It was in this moment where everything between them was theirs.
It was special.
Finally, Arthur collapsed from all the stamina he had lost. Alfred followed suit, but kissed Arthur on the lips feverishly before landing on his pillow. He pushed back Arthur’s wet bangs to see his eyes still ridden with lust.
“They don’t know anything,” Alfred murmured. “It takes more than a fu—king proclamation to ruin us.”
He would always say that whenever it was just the two. But he was more of a dreamer than Arthur ever was.
One week later, war was declared by the United Kingdom against the United States.
Fragility & Former 2a/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)Canada adjusted his tie awkwardly as his boss sat down with America’s.
The two leaders knew that it would not a be an easy topic to discuss due to the relations that the former British colony had with its former mother country. Then again, political relations had definitely altered in the last 30 years or so. The Prime Minister opened up his binder and clicked opens a pen to begin jotting down notes. Canada was overcome with stress as his brother took a seat across from him.
“Good morning, Prime Minister. Canada,” the President introduced, nodding politely. America gave them both a courteous chin jerk.
America’s boss was an intelligent and cunning man. It had been rare in the last few years for the nation to elect a leader that reminded the people of what America used to be, and what it could be. It strode into world meetings with its chin held high, and everything he said had an underlying tone of being strong. America probably wasn’t even grateful, but one could never be sure as to what went on in his head.
The two brother personifications were only really at the table for formalities sake. Both leaders knew of the familial-like ties between the two former colonies, and how much the conflict was going to affect both mentally and physically.
“I have to say Mr. President, I’m not surprised. That being said, I’m worried as why you’ve called up down.”
“Well, in about 4 hours my men will land on the coast of Liverpool. The Royal Navy is exceptional, I will admit. However, they should not be expecting two fronts to be attacked. Southampton,” the President boldly noted.
“What exactly do you want my COUNTRY to have a role in this petty fight between you two?” the Prime Minister huffed. “You just couldn’t keep your mouth closed last UN, could you?”
“You choose to join us, Mr. President. I am not forcing you.”
America’s eyes widened. “Boss! Wait, a sec dude, I thought this was just a one on one thing-“
The President sighed, “It’s Europe.”
The doors burst open, a Secret Service agent thrusting a paper at the table. “The Navy’s holding back the Brits! They’re coming in through Maine. Do we call backups?”
Answering as if he was already watching the game unfold, “No. Leave California’s forces for now. I want a check up on Operation Ninety. Get the stations in Louisiana with their guards up. Recruit, man. Recruit.”
“Yes, SIR!”
A sound of applause was heard in the room, and it took Canada a few seconds to realize it was him that was clapping lightly. America raised an eyebrow at the nations, who blushed profusely.
“Apologies. You reacted that really well, Mr. President sir,” Canada said.
“I thought so.”
America scratched his chin. “Canada, bro, shouldn’t you watch out near the Maritimes if England’s invading.”
“He won’t invade us,” the Prime Minister sighed. “We’re a part of the Common-“
“And what has that done for you in 40 years? Really, it’s like the G8. Useless.”
“Boss, I think it wouldn’t hurt to have some, I don’t know, watch over the coast…Just in case…”
America broke into a smile at his brother’s care.
Fragility & Former 2b/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)Texas through a surprise invasion into Mexico. As predicted, it had not been easy to fully occupy any of the port states, so they aimed for another weakness.
A resource- rich area such as Texas.
One of the sunnier states, and wealthy in terms of farmland and science, it seemed like a perfect capture.
Across the Atlantic, London was currently ravaged again by war. American forces had detained Buckingham Palace, but luckily for the Royal Family, they had been shipped off to Belgium for the remainder of the war. Most of the coast had been face offs between two once-never-to-be-reckoned with navies, with each side gaining momentum on their respective sides.
At about this point, any side was winning and losing.
Alfred pulled his eyes wide open and slipped on a pair of contacts and blinked to relax the slight discomfort.
It was funny; one morning he woke up and his glasses disappeared. Huh.
Then he was notified of the latest, and shrugged it off.
Currently, the Royal forces were being aided by Germany in technology and France in money. They were a tough crew to drive through, but for some reason the United States military wasn’t worried.
That was something else new about the world now; it seemed the government and military never crossed the personifications. At this point, Alfred hadn’t a clue where the war would end.
Or how.
“How bad are you wounds…?” Arthur asked quietly.
The Brit had a bottle of rubbing alcohol and Band-Aids in his hands.
“It’s nothing harsh. We just overtook New York. Good news, huh?” Alfred chuckled softly. Arthur didn’t say anything.
It was upsetting how quiet their talks had grown, how unsure their love would last, how strong it was. They were currently hiding away from their people in an undisclosed island, trying to tend to each other’s wounds and breakdowns. Arthur had just had a massive head burn after the latest attack on Manchester. A major fire had occurred apparently.
“Come here, then,” Arthur said softly. He wet a cotton pad and pressed the ice cold liquid onto the open cut on Alfred’s arm. He did notice Alfred hissing in pain, but they’d been over this so many times, they both just suffered.
“Awh, ugh, that-“ Alfred muttered under his breath.
“I’m so sorry, Alfred,” Arthur whispered, almost too quiet for Alfred to hear.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry, Artie. It’s not your fault, really,” Alfred assured.
But he didn’t know what Arthur was truly apologizing for.
“You can’t see properly!” the Brit snapped, changing the real topic.
“Yes, I can!” Alfred assured. “Don’t, don’t cry on me Artie!”
But how could he not? After what he’d just done?
Re: Fragility & Former 2b/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fragility & Former 1a/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-12 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)Fragility & Former 3/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)“You twat! Isn’t seeing America groveling at your knees already worth it?! What do you want? You have everything! Money, resource, population!
All I’m asking is a bit of assistance against his Western sides.” England pleaded.
“England,” the Prime Minister said sternly.
Russia leaned back on his chair and turned to his own superior.
“Our people had early on decided that we would stay out of this useless conflict…” Russia’s boss sighed. “However, we have been wanting a share of solar power…”
“We can supply you with what we will gain from Texas, and hopefully Arizona and California if you assist us in one offensive. Just one.” England’s boss assured.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Russia interjected. “I was wondering if I could also get something out of this agreement.” He turned to England, who was currently pressing his nose bridge to see if it had cracked. Stupid London Bridge attack. “What do you say, England, comrade?”
“What the hell do you want?” England demanded.
Arthur groaned in pain as his gag was removed. He panted and huffed from what had just happened and felt his knees give.
He collapsed without a care in the world at Russia’s large feet.
Ivan smile sadistically. “You’ve done well, my love. Alfred had definitely not made you loose or weak. You lasted for so long, too.” He got out a wet towel and began cleaning up Arthur’s body. “When he loses, you come to me, da? We can both make him suffer.”
“A-A-al-“
“Shh, love.”
“I-I-I-“ Arthur’s stuttered, his head still light and confused as to what had just happened. He hurt everywhere. He had never felt so vulnerable with his true love. Alfred would have never forced so much on him-
“Are you begging for me, again, my English rose?” Ivan chuckled. He grabbed the lithe body off the ground and planted it on the bed. “I like your voice. Let me hear it again.”
Re: Fragility & Former 3/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-12 02:13 am (UTC)(link)Fragility & Former 3b/ ?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)“This is the United States. Please state your name and business,” America said monotonously into his private cellular device.
”America-san? It is I, Japan. Our radar system has detected some early Russian drones headed West. I don’t know where they are headed-“ Japan notified. “By now they should be near Hawaii if our system is correct.”
America’s eyes widened as he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder.
Russian forces had dropped a surprise attack on Hawaii.
Alfred was worried, of course. But knowing it was Ivan, he was more worried about Arthur.