“A few scattered persons which God hath chosen…can set themselves sincerely and honestly to search after truth” - Sir Isaac Newton
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「 2110 A.D. - Washington D.C. 」Rain was falling in steady torrents outside the window. The rattling sound of water falling against window panes continued its light trill as the sound of quaking thunder reverberating through the room overpowered all conversation, no matter how loud or raucous the sounds were
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Re: 2060: RE. 1 B/?
anonymous
March 13 2010, 21:24:18 UTC
FLASH!
Blood, there was too much, way too much blood and it wouldn't stop flowing. The pain he was feeling was unbearable. The pain, the worry, and the pure and utter fear… It was just too much to bear.
“Alfred…”
“Fuck, the bleeding isn't dying down! FUCK!" Pressure was placed a little harder onto the wound, but lifeless eyes continued to stare back at him. His breathing’s gone. He’s dead.
“Alfred--!”
"E-England...Arthur?" He stared down in horror, realization hitting him square on. "A-Arthur, this isn't funny! WAKE UP!" Quiet sobs wracking through his entire body. "Y-You weren't supposed to die, God damnit!...I'm…I'm sorry!"
A rough hand gripped his shoulder, jolting him back to reality. “Alfred!”
He blinked, straightening up from his slouched position. “Huh?” Who-The President of the United States stared with concern at the obviously shaken nation. His face, although at the age of 48, looked years older than what it should be, most likely due to all of the political conflicts abroad. If America could remember clearly, the
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Re: 2060: RE. 1 C/?
anonymous
March 13 2010, 21:26:41 UTC
Alfred’s feet moved on their own accord out the door. Just like time, he continues on living as his people died one generation after another. He didn’t know why so many humans wanted immortality so badly. You live on forever, watching as your love ones die of old age as you remain young and unchanging. If your asked him, this stupid immortality sucks.
He as a nation may be moving forward, but he as Alfred is not.
Looking up with his blue eyes, he frowned at what he saw. The sky was still a misery grey, nothing once like the color of his dulled cerulean blue. The light was obscured by the rumbling clouds, quaking for another storm. It was going to rain soon, and he didn’t brought an umbrella. Oh well. He was just going to the airport anyway. Three miles. Not that far. Taking one last look, he exited from the safety of the awning, hands in pocket, and walking towards the nearest bus stop.
*blinks...stares at screen...blinks again...gapes..."
Seriously I had given up all hope on this one and then today scrolling through the fill list there it appears...and such a lovely gem of a beginning it is too!
I so can't wait to see where you take this I can tell it's in good, capable hands. I love your America already!
Seriously if I could reach through the computer screen and hug you right now I so would.
Don't worry about the bonuses...that's why they were bonuses and not really in the request so that any anon could choose to add them or not. :-) America will more then have his hands full with England I'm sure.
Re: 2060: RE. 2a/??
anonymous
March 20 2010, 22:14:21 UTC
I’m not sure how you get new chapters on those separate threads and stuff, so I’m hoping I did this right. Sorry if I’m not. Argh, posting is so complicated… Is there like a tutorial for these kinds of things in layman's terms?
Prompt: In a futurish time something happens and England either dies or just fades away though his land is still there along with a few outposts of his people. America in mourning goes to pay a last visit and finds a re-born England, or England finds him, and immediately decides to raise him. The problem is that the the other European Nations that are members of the EU say no. He's an outsider and should not be allowed that sort of responsibility. America fights tooth and nail in the "(Custody) Battle for England" and finally wins (it helps that baby-England wants nothing to do with the other nations) and sets about raising his former guardian
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Re: 2060: RE. 2b/??
anonymous
March 21 2010, 01:18:40 UTC
The children she saw playing on the beach didn’t seem to mind at all. “Of course,” Seychelles thought sullenly. “They haven't been alive long enough to know what it was like before.” But even so, it was obvious to see that they were happy despite the condition of the area.
Looking ahead, she promptly saw a figure lying down on the grainy sand. Seychelles, thinking it was a tourist, jogged up to the boy; this beach was off-limits to visitors. Leaning slightly down so that her shadow obscured the sun’s rays, she was about to tell him the restriction, but caught herself. His blond hair and casual attire could’ve been misguiding, but the eyebrows were unmistakable.
“Sealand? What are you doing?”
He lazily opened his eyes and looked up. “What does it look like? I’m sleeping.”
“No,” Seychelles straightened and sat down next to him, hugging her legs against her, “I mean what are you doing hereSealand casually crossed his arms behind his head, using them as a make-shift cushion. He lifted his nose snobbishly in the air. “Can’t a nation
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Re: 2060: RE. 2c/??
anonymous
March 21 2010, 01:22:22 UTC
Silence blanketed over them again, the ocean and the caws of the seagulls the only sounds ringing around. Suddenly, Sealand groaned in frustration and hauled himself up, and Seychelles finally got a full glance at him. After all, she hadn’t seen him in over 20 years. Gone were the sailor hat and outfit, now adorned in blue pants and a white dress shirt with a blue and white plaid tie hanging loosely around his shirt collar.
“I’m tired of talking about all of this philosophical mumbo-jumbo stuff. Let’s go get some ice-cream instead
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I don't mind seeing the other characters in the slightest or there not being any USUK in parts. I love slow building long building stories the plottier the better and I love seeing this more grown up Sealand.
You've created such a lovely, rich universe with this piece already and I can only imagine how much it will continue to grow and expand and I'm salivating at the thought as we speak.
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「 2110 A.D. - Washington D.C. 」Rain was falling in steady torrents outside the window. The rattling sound of water falling against window panes continued its light trill as the sound of quaking thunder reverberating through the room overpowered all conversation, no matter how loud or raucous the sounds were ( ... )
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Blood, there was too much, way too much blood and it wouldn't stop flowing. The pain he was feeling was unbearable. The pain, the worry, and the pure and utter fear… It was just too much to bear.
“Alfred…”
“Fuck, the bleeding isn't dying down! FUCK!" Pressure was placed a little harder onto the wound, but lifeless eyes continued to stare back at him. His breathing’s gone. He’s dead.
“Alfred--!”
"E-England...Arthur?" He stared down in horror, realization hitting him square on. "A-Arthur, this isn't funny! WAKE UP!" Quiet sobs wracking through his entire body. "Y-You weren't supposed to die, God damnit!...I'm…I'm sorry!"
A rough hand gripped his shoulder, jolting him back to reality. “Alfred!”
He blinked, straightening up from his slouched position. “Huh?” Who-The President of the United States stared with concern at the obviously shaken nation. His face, although at the age of 48, looked years older than what it should be, most likely due to all of the political conflicts abroad. If America could remember clearly, the ( ... )
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He as a nation may be moving forward, but he as Alfred is not.
Looking up with his blue eyes, he frowned at what he saw. The sky was still a misery grey, nothing once like the color of his dulled cerulean blue. The light was obscured by the rumbling clouds, quaking for another storm. It was going to rain soon, and he didn’t brought an umbrella. Oh well. He was just going to the airport anyway. Three miles. Not that far. Taking one last look, he exited from the safety of the awning, hands in pocket, and walking towards the nearest bus stop.
“It’s really been 50 years, huh…”
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Random!anon can't wait for more.
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This anon begs you to keep filling! It's fantastic! *o*
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Seriously I had given up all hope on this one and then today scrolling through the fill list there it appears...and such a lovely gem of a beginning it is too!
I so can't wait to see where you take this I can tell it's in good, capable hands. I love your America already!
Seriously if I could reach through the computer screen and hug you right now I so would.
Don't worry about the bonuses...that's why they were bonuses and not really in the request so that any anon could choose to add them or not. :-) America will more then have his hands full with England I'm sure.
Thank you so, so, so much!
I was in so much shock I forgot to anon...oops...
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Prompt: In a futurish time something happens and England either dies or just fades away though his land is still there along with a few outposts of his people. America in mourning goes to pay a last visit and finds a re-born England, or England finds him, and immediately decides to raise him. The problem is that the the other European Nations that are members of the EU say no. He's an outsider and should not be allowed that sort of responsibility. America fights tooth and nail in the "(Custody) Battle for England" and finally wins (it helps that baby-England wants nothing to do with the other nations) and sets about raising his former guardian ( ... )
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Looking ahead, she promptly saw a figure lying down on the grainy sand. Seychelles, thinking it was a tourist, jogged up to the boy; this beach was off-limits to visitors. Leaning slightly down so that her shadow obscured the sun’s rays, she was about to tell him the restriction, but caught herself. His blond hair and casual attire could’ve been misguiding, but the eyebrows were unmistakable.
“Sealand? What are you doing?”
He lazily opened his eyes and looked up. “What does it look like? I’m sleeping.”
“No,” Seychelles straightened and sat down next to him, hugging her legs against her, “I mean what are you doing hereSealand casually crossed his arms behind his head, using them as a make-shift cushion. He lifted his nose snobbishly in the air. “Can’t a nation ( ... )
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“I’m tired of talking about all of this philosophical mumbo-jumbo stuff. Let’s go get some ice-cream instead ( ... )
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You've created such a lovely, rich universe with this piece already and I can only imagine how much it will continue to grow and expand and I'm salivating at the thought as we speak.
Seriously so much love for this. So much love!
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And Sealand Seychelle interaction is so cute, it`s a surprise its so rare
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