Booze Speaking [1/A few]
anonymous
February 17 2010, 08:34:55 UTC
The trill of a telephone. Arthur's head snapped up, gaze flitting to the phone. He stared at it momentarily, willing it to answer itself, willing it to leave him alone. Tonight was his night. The air was charged with the tension of an oncoming thunderstorm, the howl of wind, low but persistent. Arthur had not a doubt it would carry in a fair amount of pounding rain. Perfect weather to turn in for a deep and cleansing sleep, not perfect weather for answering late-night phone calls.
He stared silently at the phone and the cradle upon which it rested. One ring, two rings, three rings─ "Pick up you bloody useless answering machine." A twinge of satisfaction curled about Arthur's shoulders as the ringing halted. "Good machine, good electronic jigamawhatsit─" The phone sprang back to life, renewing its shrill tone as it called for attention. Arthur shoved himself violently away from his desk, momentarily whirling his arms for balance as the chair tottered in reaction to the show of force. He growled and steadied himself, rising to his
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Re: Booze Speaking [1.2/A few]
anonymous
February 17 2010, 08:36:12 UTC
"I hope you're close, because they're shutting down shop as we speak."
"It's about ten minutes or so from me, nothing too far."
"Great, see you in ten minutes, then!" Matthew's voice, while still touched with liquor, sounded not nearly as harsh as it had in the beginning of their conversation.
"Oi, splash out on a taxi and send him here." Arthur was not charitable enough to actually fetch Alfred
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Booze Speaking [2/A few]
anonymous
February 20 2010, 05:37:26 UTC
Arthur sped anxiously around roads that dipped and curved without end. When he had told Matthew the pub was only ten minutes from his house, he may have been blurring the time a bit. The time it took to travel the distance was really closer to fifteen minutes. Maybe seventeen. Twenty at tops.
He floored the car through another yellow light, pressing his luck in a bid to arrive more quickly. His heart thudded in his chest, both out of excitement and fear. Alfred was going to stay with him. In the same home, without any government officials or paperwork to be read over, no extra ties or ends to sort out. A true-blue visit The two of them no longer seemed to have a relationship beyond cordial acquaintances. The longest amount of time being spent together would be hunched over rectangular desks in stuffy rooms, going through page after page of words that hardly meant anything to those that read them
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Booze Speaking [2.2/A few]
anonymous
February 20 2010, 05:52:34 UTC
Beardy! Arthur shouted inwardly, his foot pumping the pedal as Francis' fingers made a grab for the door handle. Francis yelped in surprise, momentarily staring on as Arthur halted a few feet ahead of him. Arthur watched Francis from his rear view window, glowering at the Frenchman.
He gave a wicked cackle as Francis composed himself, striding more slowly this time towards his door. Again Arthur pumped the pedal when Francis was within reach of the door's handle. Their song and dance continued to the end of the street, Arthur too wrapped up in watching Francis fail time and time again to recall his original reason for being in the area.
The laughter on his lips died in a feeble cry as Francis lunged at his car, key held in hand as if it were a foil. Whining screams of key against car body filled Arthur's ears. He swerved into an empty parking space, ripping his own keys from the ignition and burst forth from the car, wanting only to draw blood from the bastard who had sullied his vehicle
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Booze Speaking [2.4/A few]
anonymous
February 20 2010, 06:20:05 UTC
"Did Frogger put something in Alfred's drink?" Arthur asked in a hasty whisper.
"Non." Francis answered.
"Alfred may have had a bit too much to drink tonight." Matthew sighed.
Arthur made a noise to indicate he understood, but kept his eyes on Alfred. He watched as the American came towards the table, giving no indication that he had come to notice Arthur. It looked like the man was attempting to pull off a confident swagger as he approached, but managing only to perform a stooping and drunken lope.
"Hello." Arthur said as Alfred neared them.
Alfred turned surprised eyes on Arthur, a deer in the headlights. "You!"
"Er, yes. Me." Arthur took an involuntary step back, wary of Alfred's reaction.
Alfred looked around, as though expecting to see more new arrivals. "Are we having a world meeting at the bar?"
"Not quite, Alfred." Matthew stood to escort his brother the rest of the distance to the table. "Francis and I need to go, and Arthur graciously offered to escort you home, so you'll be leaving with him."
Booze Speaking [2.6/A few]
anonymous
February 20 2010, 06:50:22 UTC
At first attempt, they glanced away from the lock. Arthur mumbled a curse under his breath, uncomfortably aware of how chilled the air felt against the warmth of his cheeks, the hotness of his ears. Stupid Francis, Arthur's key finally connected with the lock, Making something out of nothing. I was only thinking about how much stitching and ironing that boy's pants needed he assured himself, jerking on the handle of the passenger's side door before going back to the driver's side.
Arthur slid into his seat, closing the door before either of the young men could say anything to him. He kept his eyes straight ahead, wide and unblinking. What was he supposed to do with Alfred? Play board games until he sobered up, make sure he didn't go on a drunken archaeologist dig in the back garden? Arthur hadn't thought this far ahead
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Author's Notes
anonymous
February 20 2010, 06:51:55 UTC
I promise for a whole lot more drunkenly affectionate Alfred in the chapters to come. Hopefully this isn't boring everyone to tears so far. I'll have the updates in a handful of days, as well.
Not boring at all! Your writing style is actually quite refreshing - the prose and the pacing and the quirky little details like Francis keying Arthur's car makes reading this quite enjoyable! And I'm really loving each character's voice in this - especially Arthur's! He's just the right amount of grump, nonchalance, snark, with a little sprinkling of secret interest that's covered up with denial. Aah, but your characterizations all around are just love~
Haha, I'm really looking forward to see where this is heading (and I'm quite curious to see if you'll take up the OP's bonus as there's much potential for angst in it and I'm a sucker for such things), so here's hoping you update soon!
Thank you very much for your kind and encouraging words!
I am most assuredly going to be incorporating the bonus into the end of the fic, so I'm sure there will be a good amount of angst and other such fun things to write.
Anon would like to see UK taking care of an Affectionate!Drunk/Sick US.
somehow I think it's cute.
BONUS: US doesn't remember whatever he did to UK after that, much to Iggy's chargin.
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He stared silently at the phone and the cradle upon which it rested. One ring, two rings, three rings─ "Pick up you bloody useless answering machine." A twinge of satisfaction curled about Arthur's shoulders as the ringing halted. "Good machine, good electronic jigamawhatsit─" The phone sprang back to life, renewing its shrill tone as it called for attention. Arthur shoved himself violently away from his desk, momentarily whirling his arms for balance as the chair tottered in reaction to the show of force. He growled and steadied himself, rising to his ( ... )
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"It's about ten minutes or so from me, nothing too far."
"Great, see you in ten minutes, then!" Matthew's voice, while still touched with liquor, sounded not nearly as harsh as it had in the beginning of their conversation.
"Oi, splash out on a taxi and send him here." Arthur was not charitable enough to actually fetch Alfred ( ... )
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Good start, anon.
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Writer!Anon~ Don't stop. This Anon is loving how this is going.
Thank you for filling this<33
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He floored the car through another yellow light, pressing his luck in a bid to arrive more quickly. His heart thudded in his chest, both out of excitement and fear. Alfred was going to stay with him. In the same home, without any government officials or paperwork to be read over, no extra ties or ends to sort out. A true-blue visit The two of them no longer seemed to have a relationship beyond cordial acquaintances. The longest amount of time being spent together would be hunched over rectangular desks in stuffy rooms, going through page after page of words that hardly meant anything to those that read them ( ... )
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He gave a wicked cackle as Francis composed himself, striding more slowly this time towards his door. Again Arthur pumped the pedal when Francis was within reach of the door's handle. Their song and dance continued to the end of the street, Arthur too wrapped up in watching Francis fail time and time again to recall his original reason for being in the area.
The laughter on his lips died in a feeble cry as Francis lunged at his car, key held in hand as if it were a foil. Whining screams of key against car body filled Arthur's ears. He swerved into an empty parking space, ripping his own keys from the ignition and burst forth from the car, wanting only to draw blood from the bastard who had sullied his vehicle ( ... )
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"Non." Francis answered.
"Alfred may have had a bit too much to drink tonight." Matthew sighed.
Arthur made a noise to indicate he understood, but kept his eyes on Alfred. He watched as the American came towards the table, giving no indication that he had come to notice Arthur. It looked like the man was attempting to pull off a confident swagger as he approached, but managing only to perform a stooping and drunken lope.
"Hello." Arthur said as Alfred neared them.
Alfred turned surprised eyes on Arthur, a deer in the headlights. "You!"
"Er, yes. Me." Arthur took an involuntary step back, wary of Alfred's reaction.
Alfred looked around, as though expecting to see more new arrivals. "Are we having a world meeting at the bar?"
"Not quite, Alfred." Matthew stood to escort his brother the rest of the distance to the table. "Francis and I need to go, and Arthur graciously offered to escort you home, so you'll be leaving with him."
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Arthur slid into his seat, closing the door before either of the young men could say anything to him. He kept his eyes straight ahead, wide and unblinking. What was he supposed to do with Alfred? Play board games until he sobered up, make sure he didn't go on a drunken archaeologist dig in the back garden? Arthur hadn't thought this far ahead ( ... )
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Haha, I'm really looking forward to see where this is heading (and I'm quite curious to see if you'll take up the OP's bonus as there's much potential for angst in it and I'm a sucker for such things), so here's hoping you update soon!
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I am most assuredly going to be incorporating the bonus into the end of the fic, so I'm sure there will be a good amount of angst and other such fun things to write.
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