you can’t go backwards (only forward) [1/?]
anonymous
September 5 2009, 06:50:54 UTC
Not sure if you want it like this but prepare for some “ohshit angst” before anything hot and just “well fuck you too”.
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They smell like rain.
England doesn’t hear the door shut behind him as America pulls him through into their- (America’s is that what he should be saying now?) home. Once the battle was won, there was no need for them to hold their weapons against each other, no- America had said, not any more.
Because now they aren’t anything.
If America is not his little brother, is not his friend, is not his ally, is not his anything any longer than what is he now? He is his enemy. To be told that now he was no longer that either-
England jerks out of his thoughts, mind torn like his insides feel, wretched and burning. When America takes his hands (he won’t ask if he’s alright) his eyes moisten with that question and England- England hates him for it. How dare he
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you can’t go backwards (only forward) [2/?]
anonymous
September 5 2009, 06:51:50 UTC
America looks down darkly (when had he gotten taller even if it was just a little just a scathing inch difference, to England it still felt miles high, it felt wrong it was) unnatural
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Re: you can’t go backwards (only forward) [2/?]
anonymous
September 18 2009, 00:18:11 UTC
Amazing, Authornon! I really love the characterization and detail in this. It does feel a tad jumbled in places, but in my opinion, it suits England's mindset perfectly.
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They smell like rain.
England doesn’t hear the door shut behind him as America pulls him through into their- (America’s is that what he should be saying now?) home. Once the battle was won, there was no need for them to hold their weapons against each other, no- America had said, not any more.
Because now they aren’t anything.
If America is not his little brother, is not his friend, is not his ally, is not his anything any longer than what is he now? He is his enemy.
To be told that now he was no longer that either-
England jerks out of his thoughts, mind torn like his insides feel, wretched and burning. When America takes his hands (he won’t ask if he’s alright) his eyes moisten with that question and England- England hates him for it. How dare he ( ... )
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Well actually, that would be a ridiculously long list so I won't. :(
Thank you so much for taking on the task of writing a fill for this, and what a wonderful fill it is turning out to be!
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