England woke up slowly. He hovered between a state of sleep and awake, thinking of what France said. He considered getting up just so he would stop thinking of what France said. It wasn't a question of whether he believed France, he did believe France; that was the problem. He didn't understand how France could love him after all that. It just didn't make any sense.
France was typing away on his laptop in another room. It was creating a steady stream of calming background noise. He almost didn't notice when the other side of the couch dipped, and there was the sound of feet being placed on England's coffee table.
England opened his eyes to see Prussia on the end of his couch, reading one of France's books. He really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he jumped all the same.
“P-Prussia?” England asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Mmhmm,” he replied nonchalantly, turning a page.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting to scare the fuck out of Francis.”
“... Oh.”
England sat up and passed a hand over his forehead. Sometimes he felt as if he was sharing his house with the world at large.
He stretched and stood up, going to make himself a bowl of cereal or something.
“Oh and Prussia, get your feet off the table,” England said as he walked out.
They both paused to listen to the sound of the typing from the other room to see if France had heard, but the clacking continued, so Prussia continued reading and England continued his trip to the kitchen.
England sat down and poured some cereal into a bowl. The typing stopped.
“Angleterre, are you awake?”
“Yes, I'm in the kitchen!” England called back.
There was the sound of a chair pushing out from a desk, and England couldn't help but stop to listen with anticipation.
“Your boss called-”
“Hi Francis.”
“AUGH! What?!”
Prussia laughed uproariously and England started snickering. Oh finally. Finally, finally, finally someone would understand how much of a pain it is to have random beings appearing out of nowhere when you least expect them to.
France walked into the kitchen, looking slightly dazed. “Umm, Angleterre... Prusse is on your couch.”
“Yes, he does that,” England replied, pouring cereal into his bowl.
France glanced at Prussia who was still sitting on the couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world, then back to England who was completely unconcerned.
“Hei, Francis, I need to talk to you!” Prussia called.
France turned and walked slowly to the couch, not believing what he was seeing. He stood in front of the still-sitting Prussia and tried to take him in.
“I thought you were dead, mon Prusse,” France half-whispered.
“I am,” Prussia said with a sigh, “But I can't leave just yet. There is something I need to do. And don't call me 'Prusse' or 'Prussia'. My name is Gilbert, Francis. Gilbert.”
“W-what is it?”
“I told England to tell Ivan that it would be okay, but that won't do enough. I'll need to contact him, but he can't see me. So we will have to do the next best thing. That would be contact through other means.”
“It means you and Arthur will have to tell him for me. But it isn't that simple. I was hoping you would be willing to help me.”
“Of course, mon cher. What do you need me to do?”
“You and Arthur actually, so- Oi! Arthur! You get in here too!” Prussia demanded.
England sighed and joined the two nations in the living room. There was almost a sort of tension between them. Similar to the tension that England had been feeling between himself and France; like there was something that needed to be said but neither of them were saying it.
“What do you want us to do?” England asked, once he was standing beside France.
“I've never been good with this shit, so bear with me. Okay... Russia feels bad because he still loves me, but he isn't in love with me anymore. But since he hasn't let go of me, and we're tied, I can't go yet.”
“Why doesn't Yuelao just break your string? She broke mine,” England said.
“Oh, I thought they told you,” Prussia began. “They can't break your string unless you're not in love with the person.”
“But you said Ivan isn't in love with you anymore,” France said.
“Like I said, I've never been good at this romantic shit, but it still can't happen... He still loves me to some degree and I- I... Ja.” Prussia looked down at his hands and grit his teeth.
“It's okay, Gilbert,” France said hastily, “Just tell us what you need us to do.”
“I need you to convince him that I want him to move on.”
“Do you?” England asked.
Prussia looked up at England levelly. “Ja. Ja I do.”
England and France nodded.
“Danke,” Prussia said softly. “I need to go... Take care of each other.”
Before they could say another word, his consciousness faded away.
“Does anyone else do that?” France asked after a moment.
“Come and go like that, or is anyone else lagging behind?”
“Either.”
“Just Prussia and that fairy,” England replied, returning to the kitchen to finish his breakfast.
France returned to England's bedroom to continue working.
I wonder who sent that fairy anyway, England wondered idly.
...oOo...
Canada shifted sleepily on the couch. Never again, he vowed to himself.
He and America watched Brokeback Mountain that afternoon. America cried and insisted on watching it two more times, shouting at the screen for them to not leave each other every single time.
America had finally accepted that he was gay, but he wasn't ready to face the rest of the world yet. So, he refused to leave the refuge of Canada's house. If America had put up more of a fuss while coming to terms with it, Canada would've taken the next flight to England and dragged France and England back over here by force. As it was, Canada would just wait until tomorrow to have France and England explain that it wasn't a big deal.
He sighed and flicked through the news stations, absently patting his brother's back as he did. (America may have fallen asleep on him, and he might not have had the heart to move from the couch). He missed the days when their two countries didn't have a border. They didn't have much of one even now, but he missed being one and the same.
Maybe he could convince America to just stay here forever with him. That would be nice.
America shifted in his sleep and started muttering. “'M srry Rssia... 'M brthr... 'E nees m'...”
Canada looked down at America with surprise. Then he smiled tenderly and pulled his brother's glasses off before he hurt himself. Maybe he wasn't the only one that was concerned after all.
With that comforting thought, he shut the T.V off and curled up on the couch next to his brother. America automatically shifted to accommodate him, and they fell asleep plastered to each other and the couch, with no barriers between them, just like when they were kids.
Anon, I'll be honest with you, but only because you welcomed criticism. You have promise, but your ideas are scattered and it almost seems like you're playing this entirely by ear. I'd recommend working on your style a bit. And I'd also suggest taking the time to write a few chapters in advance so you can go back and restructure things as you need to. It is worth the longer wait for an update if it's in the name of writing for better quality. I can't be the only one who thinks this, and I'm saying this only because I see that you have the potential to improve.
I would like to echo the thoughts of the anon above me. You have some good concepts that you're playing with here, but that's just the thing, it doesn't seem to be very structured. It also seems like you have changed direction a couple times. Sorry if that's not actually the case, but that's how it seems to be me. Please don't let my comment (or that of the previous anon) discourage you in anyway. You have quite the fun imagination and good descriptions.
Yes, I have changed direction a few times. The thing that kinda sucks about the kink meme is that you can't go back and edit things once you post them. I've really enjoyed writing this so far, so what I think I'm going to do is step back from it for a bit, and revise the whole thing, and then I'll have the mods delete what's here so I can repost the finished and revised version.
For anyone who's reading this... I shall be back *swishes cape dramatically*
This is just beautiful! I love Prussia (his character just seems so spot on to me!) and Alfred's reaction to figuring out his sexuality (only took him a couple hundred years) was just perfect. Slightly!Homophobic!Alfred has been a head cannon of mine for god knows how long... I'm so worried about poor Matthew as well... Even though you're hinting at a happy arrangement :P
As a side note I was following the other fill you mentioned 'A fine line' and I really do hope you continue it :3 all of your writing is just fenominal, and I'm really cureous about /everything/.
Author!Anon are you continuing this? I just found this little gem and I noticed it wasn't finished and I'm not gonna lie I ma have cried a little inside because of that. :(
Anyway just wanted to say this is amazing and the characterization is just beautiful. Your Prussia is literally my favorite characterization of him so far. How he can be his usual arrogant fun self but at the same time have so much maturity especially when talking about his feelings for Russia.
The FEELINGS are so beautifully described between all the couples that stopped multiple times just to give myself a moment to take it all in. Arthur's reluctance to accept that France has forgiven him, France patience and understanding.
Ps. The mental image of Spain and France dancing will not leave my mind and I really wish I could have at least a bit of talent when it comes to drawing.
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In Love and War (15a/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-23 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)France was typing away on his laptop in another room. It was creating a steady stream of calming background noise. He almost didn't notice when the other side of the couch dipped, and there was the sound of feet being placed on England's coffee table.
England opened his eyes to see Prussia on the end of his couch, reading one of France's books. He really shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he jumped all the same.
“P-Prussia?” England asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Mmhmm,” he replied nonchalantly, turning a page.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting to scare the fuck out of Francis.”
“... Oh.”
England sat up and passed a hand over his forehead. Sometimes he felt as if he was sharing his house with the world at large.
He stretched and stood up, going to make himself a bowl of cereal or something.
“Oh and Prussia, get your feet off the table,” England said as he walked out.
They both paused to listen to the sound of the typing from the other room to see if France had heard, but the clacking continued, so Prussia continued reading and England continued his trip to the kitchen.
England sat down and poured some cereal into a bowl. The typing stopped.
“Angleterre, are you awake?”
“Yes, I'm in the kitchen!” England called back.
There was the sound of a chair pushing out from a desk, and England couldn't help but stop to listen with anticipation.
“Your boss called-”
“Hi Francis.”
“AUGH! What?!”
Prussia laughed uproariously and England started snickering. Oh finally. Finally, finally, finally someone would understand how much of a pain it is to have random beings appearing out of nowhere when you least expect them to.
France walked into the kitchen, looking slightly dazed. “Umm, Angleterre... Prusse is on your couch.”
“Yes, he does that,” England replied, pouring cereal into his bowl.
France glanced at Prussia who was still sitting on the couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world, then back to England who was completely unconcerned.
“Hei, Francis, I need to talk to you!” Prussia called.
France turned and walked slowly to the couch, not believing what he was seeing. He stood in front of the still-sitting Prussia and tried to take him in.
“I thought you were dead, mon Prusse,” France half-whispered.
“I am,” Prussia said with a sigh, “But I can't leave just yet. There is something I need to do. And don't call me 'Prusse' or 'Prussia'. My name is Gilbert, Francis. Gilbert.”
“W-what is it?”
“I told England to tell Ivan that it would be okay, but that won't do enough. I'll need to contact him, but he can't see me. So we will have to do the next best thing. That would be contact through other means.”
In Love and War (15b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-23 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)“It means you and Arthur will have to tell him for me. But it isn't that simple. I was hoping you would be willing to help me.”
“Of course, mon cher. What do you need me to do?”
“You and Arthur actually, so- Oi! Arthur! You get in here too!” Prussia demanded.
England sighed and joined the two nations in the living room. There was almost a sort of tension between them. Similar to the tension that England had been feeling between himself and France; like there was something that needed to be said but neither of them were saying it.
“What do you want us to do?” England asked, once he was standing beside France.
“I've never been good with this shit, so bear with me. Okay... Russia feels bad because he still loves me, but he isn't in love with me anymore. But since he hasn't let go of me, and we're tied, I can't go yet.”
“Why doesn't Yuelao just break your string? She broke mine,” England said.
“Oh, I thought they told you,” Prussia began. “They can't break your string unless you're not in love with the person.”
“But you said Ivan isn't in love with you anymore,” France said.
“Like I said, I've never been good at this romantic shit, but it still can't happen... He still loves me to some degree and I- I... Ja.” Prussia looked down at his hands and grit his teeth.
“It's okay, Gilbert,” France said hastily, “Just tell us what you need us to do.”
“I need you to convince him that I want him to move on.”
“Do you?” England asked.
Prussia looked up at England levelly. “Ja. Ja I do.”
England and France nodded.
“Danke,” Prussia said softly. “I need to go... Take care of each other.”
Before they could say another word, his consciousness faded away.
“Does anyone else do that?” France asked after a moment.
“Come and go like that, or is anyone else lagging behind?”
“Either.”
“Just Prussia and that fairy,” England replied, returning to the kitchen to finish his breakfast.
France returned to England's bedroom to continue working.
I wonder who sent that fairy anyway, England wondered idly.
Canada shifted sleepily on the couch. Never again, he vowed to himself.
He and America watched Brokeback Mountain that afternoon. America cried and insisted on watching it two more times, shouting at the screen for them to not leave each other every single time.
America had finally accepted that he was gay, but he wasn't ready to face the rest of the world yet. So, he refused to leave the refuge of Canada's house. If America had put up more of a fuss while coming to terms with it, Canada would've taken the next flight to England and dragged France and England back over here by force. As it was, Canada would just wait until tomorrow to have France and England explain that it wasn't a big deal.
He sighed and flicked through the news stations, absently patting his brother's back as he did. (America may have fallen asleep on him, and he might not have had the heart to move from the couch). He missed the days when their two countries didn't have a border. They didn't have much of one even now, but he missed being one and the same.
Maybe he could convince America to just stay here forever with him. That would be nice.
America shifted in his sleep and started muttering. “'M srry Rssia... 'M brthr... 'E nees m'...”
Canada looked down at America with surprise. Then he smiled tenderly and pulled his brother's glasses off before he hurt himself. Maybe he wasn't the only one that was concerned after all.
With that comforting thought, he shut the T.V off and curled up on the couch next to his brother. America automatically shifted to accommodate him, and they fell asleep plastered to each other and the couch, with no barriers between them, just like when they were kids.
Re: In Love and War (15b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)Re: In Love and War (15b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-28 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)a!a!
(Anonymous) 2013-03-30 05:07 am (UTC)(link)For anyone who's reading this... I shall be back *swishes cape dramatically*
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-04-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)This is just beautiful! I love Prussia (his character just seems so spot on to me!) and Alfred's reaction to figuring out his sexuality (only took him a couple hundred years) was just perfect. Slightly!Homophobic!Alfred has been a head cannon of mine for god knows how long... I'm so worried about poor Matthew as well... Even though you're hinting at a happy arrangement :P
As a side note I was following the other fill you mentioned 'A fine line' and I really do hope you continue it :3 all of your writing is just fenominal, and I'm really cureous about /everything/.
Re: In Love and War (15b/?)
(Anonymous) 2014-02-25 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway just wanted to say this is amazing and the characterization is just beautiful. Your Prussia is literally my favorite characterization of him so far. How he can be his usual arrogant fun self but at the same time have so much maturity especially when talking about his feelings for Russia.
The FEELINGS are so beautifully described between all the couples that stopped multiple times just to give myself a moment to take it all in. Arthur's reluctance to accept that France has forgiven him, France patience and understanding.
Ps. The mental image of Spain and France dancing will not leave my mind and I really wish I could have at least a bit of talent when it comes to drawing.