Obviously lovesick
anonymous
February 9 2010, 19:54:44 UTC
In the strip about America’s birthday, England mentions his sympthoms every time the 4th of July comes around: can’t sleep, feels sick, can’t eat, can’t work, has nightmares, can’t concentrate, etc. I’d love to read a fic in which England is being as annoying as this sounds and the Queen and/or his boss finally *strongly* suggests that he should go to America and don’t come back before getting rid of all that angst and UST.
Bonus. If we get to see his (triumphant or not?) return.
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anonymous
March 7 2010, 00:15:25 UTC
A/N: Anon is nervous about this
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‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.’
The day had not begun well.
Arthur had fallen out of bed with a yelp at five AM, and had lay there, his face pressed against the thick weave of the carpet until the sensation of blood and grime and pounding rain had faded from his skin. Then, and only then had he heaved himself up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, fighting the inevitable waves of nausea. He didn’t even have to look at the calendar to know the date.
“Buggering hell...” he grumbled, walking through the dimly lit house to the kitchen and turning on the light, turning it off again just as quickly. “Fuck.”
His head was pounding. It had taken hours for him to doze off only to be rudely woken by a nightmare of that day. The pale dawn light made the room feel colder than it was, and Arthur got half-way through
( ... )
-untitled- Part 2/3
anonymous
March 7 2010, 00:18:38 UTC
The Prime Minister, however, did go away. It was well over an hour later before someone else walked in, and Arthur felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. This time, he didn’t need to be prompted to look up, and when he did, the person he saw made him instantly start to his feet
( ... )
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anonymous
March 7 2010, 00:25:47 UTC
“’Ello?” The voice from the other end of the line twisted Arthur’s already protesting stomach into uncomfortable knots. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. “Iggy, I know it’s you. I have caller ID.”
Bollocks.
“Um... yeah... Alfred, it’s me.”
“Yo, Iggy~ You didn’t send me a card! It’s my birthday!”
“I never send you a card...” Arthur mumbled, resting his forehead on his palm and closing his eyes.
“Well you should! It’s my birthday, Iggy. I expect cards. And presents. I like chocolate, you know.”
“I know...”
Pause.
“So... um... Iggy? What do you want? I know you’re not calling to wish me happy birthday or whatever.”
“I, uh, I wanted to ask you something.” Damnit, why was this so difficult? Arthur suddenly felt ridiculous, acting like some schoolgirl with a crush, barely able to speak without stammering. “I...”
“Aw, Iggy, do you want to come to my birthday party?”
Stop.
Wait.Arthur’s heart almost punched a hole in his chest. His throat felt tight. There had been something most definitely mocking in the
( ... )
Re: -untitled- Part 3/3
anonymous
March 7 2010, 10:26:28 UTC
This anon literally threw her hands up into the air and shouted YES at the 'morning after' bit.
<3 Thank you, anon.
The only thing that could have made it better would be if the anon decided to write out the smut (makes puppy eyes) and Prince William realized just HOW Arthur cleared the air HURRHURR.
Re: -untitled- Part 3/3
anonymous
March 7 2010, 13:36:21 UTC
Mmmm.. I find this a bit forceful to be honest.
The gap in the middle is, how to say this... It's missing quite a lot, like how did it turn out like that? And it's a birthday party, what about the others? How did they even end up in the same bed?
Well sure it's up to the readers how they want to imagine it, but then we wouldn't need people to actually fill the requests if they make almost no differences than not filling.
tl;dr - I man... You just gave us a beginning and the ending D: What about the middle part?! Isn't that what we actually wanted? *Pouts*
Anon did think about writing smut, but also has a lot on her plate at the moment so decided to leave it to imagination. If it is truly wished, however, anon will 'fill in the middle', as it were.
LOL, anon. OP loled her head off. Poor Arthur! I felt bad for him, because he has the Constitution soundtrack in his headXD. And the fact that one of the PM seat national secrets is that their nation behaves like a lovesick girl the same day every year...lol (made me picture the incoming PM listening to the former one giving him this verry serius piece of information) And I squeed when King William appeared. That was made of pure WIN (nto to mention the fact that the PM went to recruit Higher Help in his person, lol. I love that the personificaiton of England is unescapably united to the monarchyXD) Hey, and your America was very IC!! meaning he was an insensitive prick at first, but then went kinda soft, and very enthusiastic all along.
And happy ending!! Yayy!!! (the meddling of the king, calling very obviously the morning after was greatXD)
As I said to an earlier anon, I will write (in fact, have written) the 'in between' part, and will post it here if you wish or in the relevant comm when I decide to de-anon ;D
Bonus. If we get to see his (triumphant or not?) return.
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‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.’
The day had not begun well.
Arthur had fallen out of bed with a yelp at five AM, and had lay there, his face pressed against the thick weave of the carpet until the sensation of blood and grime and pounding rain had faded from his skin. Then, and only then had he heaved himself up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, fighting the inevitable waves of nausea. He didn’t even have to look at the calendar to know the date.
“Buggering hell...” he grumbled, walking through the dimly lit house to the kitchen and turning on the light, turning it off again just as quickly. “Fuck.”
His head was pounding. It had taken hours for him to doze off only to be rudely woken by a nightmare of that day. The pale dawn light made the room feel colder than it was, and Arthur got half-way through ( ... )
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Bollocks.
“Um... yeah... Alfred, it’s me.”
“Yo, Iggy~ You didn’t send me a card! It’s my birthday!”
“I never send you a card...” Arthur mumbled, resting his forehead on his palm and closing his eyes.
“Well you should! It’s my birthday, Iggy. I expect cards. And presents. I like chocolate, you know.”
“I know...”
Pause.
“So... um... Iggy? What do you want? I know you’re not calling to wish me happy birthday or whatever.”
“I, uh, I wanted to ask you something.” Damnit, why was this so difficult? Arthur suddenly felt ridiculous, acting like some schoolgirl with a crush, barely able to speak without stammering. “I...”
“Aw, Iggy, do you want to come to my birthday party?”
Stop.
Wait.Arthur’s heart almost punched a hole in his chest. His throat felt tight. There had been something most definitely mocking in the ( ... )
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You know who I am, and you should also know that I loved it. - 3 -
reCAPTCHA: liance sharked.. whatever the heck that means.
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What a sweet resolution!
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<3 Thank you, anon.
The only thing that could have made it better would be if the anon decided to write out the smut (makes puppy eyes) and Prince William realized just HOW Arthur cleared the air HURRHURR.
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The gap in the middle is, how to say this... It's missing quite a lot, like how did it turn out like that? And it's a birthday party, what about the others? How did they even end up in the same bed?
Well sure it's up to the readers how they want to imagine it, but then we wouldn't need people to actually fill the requests if they make almost no differences than not filling.
tl;dr - I man... You just gave us a beginning and the ending D: What about the middle part?! Isn't that what we actually wanted? *Pouts*
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And I squeed when King William appeared. That was made of pure WIN (nto to mention the fact that the PM went to recruit Higher Help in his person, lol. I love that the personificaiton of England is unescapably united to the monarchyXD)
Hey, and your America was very IC!! meaning he was an insensitive prick at first, but then went kinda soft, and very enthusiastic all along.
And happy ending!! Yayy!!! (the meddling of the king, calling very obviously the morning after was greatXD)
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As I said to an earlier anon, I will write (in fact, have written) the 'in between' part, and will post it here if you wish or in the relevant comm when I decide to de-anon ;D
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