God Bless America [1A/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 00:28:47 UTC
Alfred smiles, rests his chin against his palm while stroking Arthur's hair with his other hand. On his knees is Arthur, leaning up and licking Alfred's bare stomach, soaked in Arthur's cum. It's repulsive to Arthur's senses, to lick the taste of himself, but Alfred desires it, and that makes it acceptable.
He grins wider, something of an insane, unsafe smile that would scare adults and send children into tears - because now Arthur is his, Alfred's, all his, no one else's. No one will ever lay a hand on him, never lay their lecherous eyes on him because Arthur is no one, but Alfred's. And for as long as he lives, Arthur hopes it stays that way, because he cannot imagine rule under any other, but Alfred
( ... )
God Bless America [1B/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 00:29:30 UTC
After all, every time they fuck, Arthur in his daze recognizes strong arms lifting his naked body - like right now, for example, and placing him onto Alfred's bed, a clean, white silk during Spring and Summer, and a velvet comforter during Fall and Winter. He wraps Arthur in those blankets, and leaves to do other things.
(He remembers a maid outside the doorway called it rape. He told Alfred, and he never heard the maid again.)
Things that Arthur doesn't know, because he has not left Alfred's bedroom in years, decades?
He has no idea.
He has no idea about the world outside. Alfred tells him little to nothing. Only leaves him in his bedroom with a change of clothes - clothes Arthur never wears, doesn't have to, Alfred tells him; they'll all be ripped apart anyway when Alfred comes back to his room, so it doesn't matter - and three meals, delicious and well-cooked, cuisine for gourmet, Arthur always notes
( ... )
God Bless America [1C/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 00:34:36 UTC
The Alfred here was still his Alfred, the one he raised from childhood, only, well... one half of it. During the Civil War, he... split, per say - personality wise, of course. They were essentially the same person with differing beliefs is all.
When the other Alfred won, the Confederate side of him won, Arthur never heard from the Union side of him again. It wasn't unpleasant talking to him. His idealistic belief of freedom and equality was charming, really. If he could, he'd like to talk to him again.
But as a nation, he knows that when one side of the Civil War loses, that other personality disappears. It's quite a shame, really, the Union side had so much potential. At least, Arthur hopes, he is in a good place now.
Well, he certainly seems peachy when Arthur opens his eyes and sees Alfred in a bathrobe, picking out clothes in an unfamiliar dresser... and an unfamiliar room.
( W-Wow. I really shouldn't be filling right now. I have so many fills to finish already. ;A; But. ffff. This just BECKONED AT ME, and... uh, yeah, this
( ... )
Re: God Bless America [1C/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 00:57:16 UTC
Anon, I have chills. Chills. Your depiction of England with Stockholm Syndrome is enough to make me want to read moar, to say nothing about how awesome the rest of it is. Some of the descriptions made we want to cry for England for some reason, like the silk and velvet sheets and the roses and gothic gates.
Please, keep up the awesome work anon. I think I shall go reread this once or twice.
Re: God Bless America [1C/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 06:21:28 UTC
This is such an intriguing premise, anon. My heart broke a little bit for the two of them when I learned about the crucial difference/turning point between normal!Alfred and yandere!Alfred. I'm dying to find out what happens next with alternateworld!Arthur and ourworld!Alfred, and maybe also what happens when alternateworld!Alfred finds that his Arthur has changed in personality overnight.
He grins wider, something of an insane, unsafe smile that would scare adults and send children into tears - because now Arthur is his, Alfred's, all his, no one else's. No one will ever lay a hand on him, never lay their lecherous eyes on him because Arthur is no one, but Alfred's. And for as long as he lives, Arthur hopes it stays that way, because he cannot imagine rule under any other, but Alfred ( ... )
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(He remembers a maid outside the doorway called it rape. He told Alfred, and he never heard the maid again.)
Things that Arthur doesn't know, because he has not left Alfred's bedroom in years, decades?
He has no idea.
He has no idea about the world outside. Alfred tells him little to nothing. Only leaves him in his bedroom with a change of clothes - clothes Arthur never wears, doesn't have to, Alfred tells him; they'll all be ripped apart anyway when Alfred comes back to his room, so it doesn't matter - and three meals, delicious and well-cooked, cuisine for gourmet, Arthur always notes ( ... )
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When the other Alfred won, the Confederate side of him won, Arthur never heard from the Union side of him again. It wasn't unpleasant talking to him. His idealistic belief of freedom and equality was charming, really. If he could, he'd like to talk to him again.
But as a nation, he knows that when one side of the Civil War loses, that other personality disappears. It's quite a shame, really, the Union side had so much potential. At least, Arthur hopes, he is in a good place now.
Well, he certainly seems peachy when Arthur opens his eyes and sees Alfred in a bathrobe, picking out clothes in an unfamiliar dresser... and an unfamiliar room.
( W-Wow. I really shouldn't be filling right now. I have so many fills to finish already. ;A; But. ffff. This just BECKONED AT ME, and... uh, yeah, this ( ... )
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Please, keep up the awesome work anon. I think I shall go reread this once or twice.
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P-please do continue *_____*
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