Greensleves 1/?
anonymous
October 7 2009, 05:39:16 UTC
The first thing Alfred notices is that is not Arthur. This is some lion dressed to look as Arthur, but he is not fooled in the least. This is England; the British Empire, and it breaks Alfred’s heart because he’ll have to break this England all over again without Germany’s aid
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Writer!Anon
anonymous
October 10 2009, 08:23:11 UTC
This writer!anon is sorry that this is confusing so far, and hopes that things will become easier to understand as the story progresses. Thank you for such a wonderful request OP!
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anonymous
October 10 2009, 08:28:32 UTC
I hope you get it fixed soon? Not having F5 seems so horrible....
Updated just a few minutes ago! Enjoy~
Really?!?! This writer!anon is so flattered!! and because crazy Alfred is probably some of the best crazy there is. This writer!anon is of this opinion!
Greensleeves 2/?
anonymous
October 10 2009, 08:15:46 UTC
Alfred woke exceptionally early for a saturday morning. It was the day that Arthur was going to fly back to London, so it was his job to make the last bit of time they would have for a while count. So he dragged himself out of bed early, pecked Arthur on the cheek and quickly went to work making breakfast. He knew Arthur wasn’t very fond of hamburgers (which was absolutely insane, but what can you do about a grumpy English man in the morning?), so he made waffles from a recipe Matthew had lent him instead. When he finished he brought out the plates and syrup and called Arthur to the table. There was no response
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Greensleeves 2b/?
anonymous
October 10 2009, 08:16:49 UTC
The hand wasn’t holding him anymore, and the eyes were not on him, so Alfred took the opportunity to bolt from the room and to quickly shut the door behind him. He stood there with his back against the door for a few minutes, trying desperately to figure out what had just happened. After a while, he moved from the door into the living room and then to the liquor cabinet. It was way too early to be drinking, but something was desperately wrong, irrefutably broken and Alfred had no idea how to fix it.
Greensleeves 3/?
anonymous
October 11 2009, 05:23:21 UTC
The scars were gone. It was irrational, inconceivable and stupid, but that tiny speck of evidence gave Canada hope, hope that had been building for a long time. He knew he shouldn’t have stayed. If he got caught there would be consequences, but the possibilities kept him there. America was not his master, though it was true he thought himself to be
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fuck i broke it. D:
please update soon, anon?
love your writing style, btw. and why do i like crazy Alfred so much whyyyyyyy
...also no one saw that de-anon hahahaha
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Updated just a few minutes ago! Enjoy~
Really?!?! This writer!anon is so flattered!! and because crazy Alfred is probably some of the best crazy there is. This writer!anon is of this opinion!
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The hand wasn’t holding him anymore, and the eyes were not on him, so Alfred took the opportunity to bolt from the room and to quickly shut the door behind him. He stood there with his back against the door for a few minutes, trying desperately to figure out what had just happened. After a while, he moved from the door into the living room and then to the liquor cabinet. It was way too early to be drinking, but something was desperately wrong, irrefutably broken and Alfred had no idea how to fix it.
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