Somehow This is Better (8/?)
anonymous
October 27 2009, 05:05:43 UTC
Once, he had put his heart on the line and confessed his feelings. And in two words, he had been so thoroughly crushed, they may as well have declared war on him.
In the end, they'd narrowly avoided it.
"I'm sorry." Ivan watched in stunned silence as Alfred looked at him with something he really wanted to think was longing, before he closed his eyes and turned, walking away. The war had finally ended, and allies had turned their backs on him. He turned his back on him.
The sun was out that day, but the wind blew cold right through to his core. Ivan wasn't naive or oblivious. He was very capable of reading the atmosphere; in most cases he was the one who created it. Every time the nations met, he would sit and observe the others. The thing that stood out the most to him, was that Alfred F. Jones was just a good an actor as his people in Hollywood. (...the better ones anyway
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Somehow This is Better (9a/?)
anonymous
October 28 2009, 07:35:25 UTC
Arthur frowned as he worked his way through the crowd, wondering why he had agreed to come, caught up in his emotions at the time of the invite or not. It wasn't like he hadn't been invited to Alfred's birthday before, he just always refused to go. It was a bitter reminder of that day
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Somehow This is Better (9b/?)
anonymous
October 28 2009, 07:36:07 UTC
"Free as the eagle..." He set the statue back and put the box aside, and Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he felt arms moving around him, holding him closer. "Thank you, Ig--Arthur."
Perhaps it was the way he had said it, or maybe the way the hug was warm and inviting and stiff and withdrawn all the same, but somehow, Arthur knew that -without saying a word- he had set Alfred free again. Free to admit he loved him, as he thought he did? Free to love someone else as Francis saw it? Their relationship was about to change, but would it be the way he wanted it to?
Arthur wasn't so sure he wanted to find out anymore.
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In the end, they'd narrowly avoided it.
"I'm sorry." Ivan watched in stunned silence as Alfred looked at him with something he really wanted to think was longing, before he closed his eyes and turned, walking away. The war had finally ended, and allies had turned their backs on him. He turned his back on him.
The sun was out that day, but the wind blew cold right through to his core. Ivan wasn't naive or oblivious. He was very capable of reading the atmosphere; in most cases he was the one who created it. Every time the nations met, he would sit and observe the others. The thing that stood out the most to him, was that Alfred F. Jones was just a good an actor as his people in Hollywood. (...the better ones anyway ( ... )
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I love blunt, a bit clueless Canada and advice giving, philosophical Francis. Does Francis know who America likes ( ... )
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Wait for me made me so teary eyed. Great work anon!
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"Free as the eagle..." He set the statue back and put the box aside, and Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he felt arms moving around him, holding him closer. "Thank you, Ig--Arthur."
Perhaps it was the way he had said it, or maybe the way the hug was warm and inviting and stiff and withdrawn all the same, but somehow, Arthur knew that -without saying a word- he had set Alfred free again. Free to admit he loved him, as he thought he did? Free to love someone else as Francis saw it? Their relationship was about to change, but would it be the way he wanted it to?
Arthur wasn't so sure he wanted to find out anymore.
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