UKxUS please. Alfred (Nikky) is staying at Arthur's (Rod) house and somehow ends up in his bed (thunder storm, scary movie, the ghosts in Arthur's house decide to stir up trouble, it doesn't matter) and Arthur hears Alfred talking in his sleep and dismisses most of it until he hears Alfred claim he loves him. Cue sappy confessions and all around happiness and promises to be there for each other until Alfred says 'Arthur, wake up. You're talking in your sleep.' or something to the like and it's revealed to just be a dream. Now, you can follow the play where Rod just confesses and talks to Nikky without Nikky being awake or you can have Alfred be awake and they talk about it together. Don't worry about the Kate and Princeton part of the song. Make me feel bad for Arthur, anons.
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What I've Always Dreamed Of 1/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 00:39:23 UTC
America was completely ridiculous. Even though he knew that he couldn’t handle scary movies, he continued to insist on watching them. Then the git always needed someone to sleep with him, to protect him from the boogieman, or Michael Myers, or whatever monster or ghost was on the film he watched.
England wasn’t sure why he put up with it. Especially since America kicked and had the tendency to talk in his sleep.
“I’ll take four hundred hamburgers, please.”
Like that, England thought in disgust and tried not to think of America actually eating four hundred hamburgers. He shook his head as the mental image started to materialize. Disgusting.
What I've Always Dreamed Of 2/2
anonymous
March 1 2010, 00:40:18 UTC
“A-America,” England choked out. Tears were springing to his eyes, ones of elation and utter joy. Oh god, how he’d been longing for this, how he’d dreamed of it…
America gently wiped the tears away and smiled shyly as he said, “I love you, England.”
England let out a sob, and he mentally kicked himself for it. “Git. Git. Stupid, idiotic git. I’ve always loved you,” he exclaimed and threw himself into America’s open arms. Where he’d always longed to be. Where he planned to be forever if he could help it. America’s hands stroked his hair while he clutched at the younger nation’s t-shirt and let the happiness he’d been denying himself flow through him. Because he was happy, so happy, he felt fit to burst. He turned and buried his face in America’s chest
( ... )
I go to post a fill and then I see this on the fills list and squealed! I wasn't expecting to see it this early! Oh and it was great! Thank you so much, anon! It was perfect~ ((Aha, they do match the part well. But then would that mean Canada would have to be Ricky at the very end?))
Re: What I've Always Dreamed Of 2/2
anonymous
March 3 2010, 12:35:24 UTC
Oh wow. I absolutely ADORE the song, I have for a long time, and to see a fill of this request is just <3. It makes me sad for England since he's Rod, but at the same time I get this feeling that America's not quite as... Nicky as it seems. Somehow I feel that they still have hope.
Or maybe that's just my natural foolish optimism. XD Great work, anon!
UKxUS please. Alfred (Nikky) is staying at Arthur's (Rod) house and somehow ends up in his bed (thunder storm, scary movie, the ghosts in Arthur's house decide to stir up trouble, it doesn't matter) and Arthur hears Alfred talking in his sleep and dismisses most of it until he hears Alfred claim he loves him. Cue sappy confessions and all around happiness and promises to be there for each other until Alfred says 'Arthur, wake up. You're talking in your sleep.' or something to the like and it's revealed to just be a dream. Now, you can follow the play where Rod just confesses and talks to Nikky without Nikky being awake or you can have Alfred be awake and they talk about it together. Don't worry about the Kate and Princeton part of the song. Make me feel bad for Arthur, anons.
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England wasn’t sure why he put up with it. Especially since America kicked and had the tendency to talk in his sleep.
“I’ll take four hundred hamburgers, please.”
Like that, England thought in disgust and tried not to think of America actually eating four hundred hamburgers. He shook his head as the mental image started to materialize. Disgusting.
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America gently wiped the tears away and smiled shyly as he said, “I love you, England.”
England let out a sob, and he mentally kicked himself for it. “Git. Git. Stupid, idiotic git. I’ve always loved you,” he exclaimed and threw himself into America’s open arms. Where he’d always longed to be. Where he planned to be forever if he could help it. America’s hands stroked his hair while he clutched at the younger nation’s t-shirt and let the happiness he’d been denying himself flow through him. Because he was happy, so happy, he felt fit to burst. He turned and buried his face in America’s chest ( ... )
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Or maybe that's just my natural foolish optimism. XD Great work, anon!
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