America/Lithuania
anonymous
March 6 2010, 03:31:48 UTC
America/Lithuania: Assuming that Alfred won't be able to support him for much longer, Toris decides to teach Alfred how to cook himself a proper meal before he's whisked away. Senseless cooking fluff, please. Anon has had a rough day; make her smile. :)
(Takes place right after America's economy slumped but before Russia napped Lithuania back).
under the linden trees 1/3
anonymous
March 14 2010, 07:05:09 UTC
Anon wishes to note that she and members of her family have done all of these. She personally did the milk one several years ago on Father's Day.
Anon also hopes this helps your rough day...even if it is nigh a week late. :) Apologies for how angsty it got. It's set in a sad timeframe!
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I can't cook. I use a smoke alarm as a timer. -Carol Siskind.
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Alfred had a smear of flour on his cheeks. Toris wanted to brush it away and kiss the bridge of his nose. It was only just recently that Alfred had convinced him to no longer refer to him as 'Mr. Jones' and 'sir's. He claimed it made him sound old, stodgy, and possibly English. Toris had to smile at that. But then, a lot of things made him smile here. He'd broken a dish by accident, and expected punishment, but only received a distracted I didn't like that plate anwyays response from Alfred
( ... )
under the linden trees 2/3
anonymous
March 14 2010, 07:06:46 UTC
Alfred always fell asleep right after sex, so Toris had taken that chance to slip out of bed and start his plan. It was obvious that teaching Alfred how to cook wouldn't work, so the only choice was to cook as much as he could before he could leave. It was his long goodbye
( ... )
under the linden trees 3/3
anonymous
March 14 2010, 07:08:02 UTC
Time waned. He knew this would not last forever. Soon, soon he'd be back in Ivan's house. He thought of rye fields in the winds, and the clean scent of Alfred's soap. In his mind was the contrast of the vodka scent of Ivan's breath on him, and the soap smell of Alfred after a long day. The soft touch of Alfred's kisses against his stomach, and the pressure of Ivan's hands over his wrist with the repeated word mine. It was inevitable that all the good things in his life would fade. First Feliks, and now Alfred. If life had taught him anything, it was that all things ended, so too perhaps one day Ivan's rule would end as well
( ... )
Re: under the linden trees 3/3
anonymous
March 14 2010, 07:32:36 UTC
Oh my gosh, you've broken my heart anon. This is so beautifully written, and wonderfully bittersweet, I don't think i can give a coherent statement of just how good it is. Suffice to say, thank you authoranon!
Broken-hearted OP
anonymous
March 14 2010, 16:06:23 UTC
Oh my god, author!anon. You've broken my heart. You've successfully split it into a million different directions, then mashed it with a spoon, and threw it to the dogs for dinner
( ... )
Re: under the linden trees 3/3
anonymous
March 18 2010, 07:52:16 UTC
This was... absolutely beautiful anon. Just absolutely beautiful, I don't know how else to describe how amazing this is. Thank you for writing it, it was a pleasure to read. I really liked their interactions and Lithuania's thoughts and America's-
*whimper* Liet!!!!
anonymous
April 5 2010, 05:30:43 UTC
WHY IS THIS NOT ON THE INDEX?! It's so AMAZING! Or maybe it is on the index and I'm blind. This is also possible.
OHGODLIET. BWAAH! This is made infinately more devestating by the fact that LietPol fluff is currently eating my brain and today, the way my little sister wore her hair, she looked a whole hell of a lot like Toris. But her hair was the wrong color and she's a girl. (No shit.) Excuse me while I adopt this into my headcanon. The scars! Waah... I wish my siblings were awake so I could hug them and babble nonsense. Instead, I shall hug my plushie polar bear. I don't think of 'im as Kuma-chan, what are you talking about? I wish I could be more coherent, but my brain is failing me. *pauses to re-collect brain fragments*
Oh Liet... He's one of those characters you want to take home and give hot chocolate to, y'know? *sigh* I'm all depressed now. Fail. You'd think after witnessing Alfred's failed attempt at cleaning the storage room, Liet would know that Al remembers practically everone fondly, no matter what. Serisouly, look
( ... )
(Takes place right after America's economy slumped but before Russia napped Lithuania back).
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Anon also hopes this helps your rough day...even if it is nigh a week late. :) Apologies for how angsty it got. It's set in a sad timeframe!
*
I can't cook. I use a smoke alarm as a timer.
-Carol Siskind.
*
Alfred had a smear of flour on his cheeks. Toris wanted to brush it away and kiss the bridge of his nose. It was only just recently that Alfred had convinced him to no longer refer to him as 'Mr. Jones' and 'sir's. He claimed it made him sound old, stodgy, and possibly English. Toris had to smile at that. But then, a lot of things made him smile here. He'd broken a dish by accident, and expected punishment, but only received a distracted I didn't like that plate anwyays response from Alfred ( ... )
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Time waned. He knew this would not last forever. Soon, soon he'd be back in Ivan's house. He thought of rye fields in the winds, and the clean scent of Alfred's soap. In his mind was the contrast of the vodka scent of Ivan's breath on him, and the soap smell of Alfred after a long day. The soft touch of Alfred's kisses against his stomach, and the pressure of Ivan's hands over his wrist with the repeated word mine. It was inevitable that all the good things in his life would fade. First Feliks, and now Alfred. If life had taught him anything, it was that all things ended, so too perhaps one day Ivan's rule would end as well ( ... )
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Just beautiful. Thank you.
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OHGODLIET. BWAAH! This is made infinately more devestating by the fact that LietPol fluff is currently eating my brain and today, the way my little sister wore her hair, she looked a whole hell of a lot like Toris. But her hair was the wrong color and she's a girl. (No shit.) Excuse me while I adopt this into my headcanon. The scars! Waah... I wish my siblings were awake so I could hug them and babble nonsense. Instead, I shall hug my plushie polar bear. I don't think of 'im as Kuma-chan, what are you talking about? I wish I could be more coherent, but my brain is failing me.
*pauses to re-collect brain fragments*
Oh Liet... He's one of those characters you want to take home and give hot chocolate to, y'know? *sigh* I'm all depressed now. Fail. You'd think after witnessing Alfred's failed attempt at cleaning the storage room, Liet would know that Al remembers practically everone fondly, no matter what. Serisouly, look ( ... )
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uh, I think I put it in the fills index? *scratches head* Pretty sure? I could check...
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