Anatomy of the Infinite [5a/14]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 05:16:00 UTC
So glad you’re enjoying this, anons! Here, have my heart ♥ And to the anons who suggested the new title format: thank you and thank you.
So after my brief affair with present tense, it seems that past tense is the one after all. Take me back, past tense? I’VE BEEN UNFAITHFUL. /and am a fail
…Onward! :D No more changes, I swear
In Which England Puts on the Wrong Pair of Years and Unsuccessfully Parodies Monty Python in New York
May 19th, 2010 7:01 am - New York City
I do love you, I do, I do.Only when the eggs exploded did England consider calling for in-room dining
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Anatomy of the Infinite [5b/14]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 05:19:05 UTC
A limousine waited for him outside the Millennium. England looked at the great black beast with a blank expression before realizing what it was
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Anatomy of the Infinite [5c/14]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 05:21:00 UTC
A sword. A sword, why did he not-there, it would have to do, England seized a lance six heads high by the door, toppled the-strangely heavy-metal into his arms and wrenched a flag, a flag of all things attached to it off of it, and then kicked the red and white fabric away from his feet.
France was gaping. England smiled.
“Arthur, Arthur, you-you’re unwell, you-you need to put that down, this is insane-“
“I am no madder than the last,” he crowed, “and you, Sir Bonnefoy, are indeed the last!”
England surged towards him. France stumbled, gave the staff in his hands a wild glance, and fled.
He chased him down the hallways and past people and their exclamations until the two burst out into the sunlight of the plaza.
“England,” cried the Nation before him, and he was caught for a moment by the sun glinting off the gold of his hair, “you have to stop“It is you, my friend, who needs to stop cowering behind the skirts of your generals,” spat England, before making for the Nation again. There were birds skidding into the air around them
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Btw, in real life the United Nations is, in my opinion, kinda boring. Skip it if you visit NYC (and go to the Whitney Museum instead! It’s full of out-there modern art, takes less than 2 hours to explore, and has ROTHKO! It is a gemAnd hello, anon-who-knows-who-I-am! /faintly alarmed
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Oh fuck anon, every chapter you post breaks my heart a little more. ;_; I'm tempted to say "Oh, England" but that's a different AU. *shot* The little moments of lightness - "Shouldn't you be in school?" and the flagpole lance - just makes everything else hurt more.
I normally don't like spiralling downward, going-to-get-five-billion-times-worse-before-it-gets-better fic, but this one hurts so good. *whimper*
And I really love your research notes. ♥ Jus' saying. :)
yes, A VERY BRILLIANT AU THAT I LOVE YOU FOR MENTIONINGGG! /shot too
eee thank you, anon! i was kind of afraid that the flagpole lance would seem too out there and wtf-worthy, so i'm glad it worked out. and THANKS AGAIN ♥ i enjoyed writing them!
Oh, Canada, my poor, poor Nation. You cannot win, can you? Though I bet that is the first time he's been mistaken for France. And that title... is AMAZING. I aprove. So much.
England talking to the fire fighter made me laugh, and I feel rather bad about that. Oh, England. That would have been even funnier if it wasn't under such heartrending circumstances.
Also, HOLY CRAP. ENGLAND. CAR. BAM. OAGOEGOIG OH MY GOD!!
Now if you'll excuse me, I will stop rambling incoherently and go to sleep.
Oh gosh, totally echoing the sentiment here in wanting to say 'oh England'. And I feel bad for Canada too. I almost want to laugh at England nearly burning the hotel down, but then I remember that the circumstances aren't funny at all then I baw a little ;;
Excellently done as always~ I'm really enjoying this fill <3
So. I'm not sure if I've told you this lately, but I love you. You're taking my prompt, and you're making it easily one of the most incredible, memorable fills of the meme.
The beginning was...I don't even know what it was. It was beautiful. Taking his normal fail cooking skills and making them even worse, and then the milk and the firefighters... It made me feel bad for him, because it felt like an elderly person who can't take care of themselves alone anymore.
And then France. Oh, dear. I know I suggested it, but you just made it so much more... oh, dear. I felt so inappropriate laughing at the mental image of England chasing poor Canada (poor, poor Canada) with the flagpole, but out of context it's just...funny. Poor England. Poor Canada.
AND THEN HE GOT HIT BY A CAR. D:
I think I might die if you don't update soon, dear, sweet anon. D: I need to know what happens next. Your cliffhangers are cruel. <3
I love YOU, OP, for making such a prompt! And asdjfkl; THAT IS SUCH HIGH PRAISE ;o; thank you ♥♥
Actually, do you want to know a secret about the beginning? It was supposed to be purely comic relief. YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO IT! Haha jk, I am eternally grateful that you appreciate that scene so much. I think it was one of my favorite to write in this fill.
The real France will appear, no worries. :D And oh yes. The flagpole. Writing England going YARRR through the UN with a giant flagpole made me sorta wince, because you're right about it. Out of context it's just...pfff.
YES /CACKLES
I'll do my best to get an update out soon, magnificent OP. <3
Way to make me laugh at England getting hit by a car notso anon.
Auuugh this was heartbreaking and over the top and the milk and the suit and omg my alzheimer stricken grandmother does things like that and holy shit he thought Canada was France. Well, that is a new one.
of course I know who you are, you lovely berk. subtle, that’s me. also: late.
And oh, oh, oh, the FrUK shipper in me is wailing, and I want to take Canada far, far, far away and cuddle him forever, poor, lovely, sweet baby boy, because you’re going to break him and my heart along with it, and I shouldn’t love this fill all this much but I do, I do. And I could quote portions of this but I would end up quoting the entire thing, so I’ll just say that your style is amazing and grows better with each new portion. Because, you know, it is. And it does.
Anatomy of the Infinite [6a/14]
anonymous
July 17 2010, 06:29:51 UTC
Thanks a million for your comments <3
In Which England Is Seized With A Number Of Revelations, All Of Which Are Unpleasant
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Four boys on a hilltop in the rustling sunset were calling to him.
Wild boys with wild eyes wild hair tumbling down the heather red sun going down shadows in the fire spilling red glowing calling
Calling, mother never loved you, don’t ever come back please come back shoulders straight against the sun, it was always the sun, be burned by the sun too often and you die young
I die young
Yyo;unn
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May 20th, 2010 5:49 pm - New York City
England woke to a sheet covering him and, for one cold moment, thought he was in a morgue.
He did not open his eyes. Then he realized a voice was coming from his right side and remembered-yes, remembered-that the dead wouldn’t make conversation. Unless it was a case like Juliet-but two of them were alive, and it could only be one of them, so which-who, then
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So after my brief affair with present tense, it seems that past tense is the one after all. Take me back, past tense? I’VE BEEN UNFAITHFUL. /and am a fail
…Onward! :D No more changes, I swear
In Which England Puts on the Wrong Pair of Years and Unsuccessfully Parodies Monty Python in New York
May 19th, 2010 7:01 am - New York City
I do love you, I do, I do.Only when the eggs exploded did England consider calling for in-room dining ( ... )
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France was gaping. England smiled.
“Arthur, Arthur, you-you’re unwell, you-you need to put that down, this is insane-“
“I am no madder than the last,” he crowed, “and you, Sir Bonnefoy, are indeed the last!”
England surged towards him. France stumbled, gave the staff in his hands a wild glance, and fled.
He chased him down the hallways and past people and their exclamations until the two burst out into the sunlight of the plaza.
“England,” cried the Nation before him, and he was caught for a moment by the sun glinting off the gold of his hair, “you have to stop“It is you, my friend, who needs to stop cowering behind the skirts of your generals,” spat England, before making for the Nation again. There were birds skidding into the air around them ( ... )
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Btw, in real life the United Nations is, in my opinion, kinda boring. Skip it if you visit NYC (and go to the Whitney Museum instead! It’s full of out-there modern art, takes less than 2 hours to explore, and has ROTHKO! It is a gemAnd hello, anon-who-knows-who-I-am! /faintly alarmed ( ... )
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I normally don't like spiralling downward, going-to-get-five-billion-times-worse-before-it-gets-better fic, but this one hurts so good. *whimper*
And I really love your research notes. ♥ Jus' saying. :)
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eee thank you, anon! i was kind of afraid that the flagpole lance would seem too out there and wtf-worthy, so i'm glad it worked out. and THANKS AGAIN ♥ i enjoyed writing them!
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England talking to the fire fighter made me laugh, and I feel rather bad about that. Oh, England. That would have been even funnier if it wasn't under such heartrending circumstances.
Also, HOLY CRAP. ENGLAND. CAR. BAM. OAGOEGOIG OH MY GOD!!
Now if you'll excuse me, I will stop rambling incoherently and go to sleep.
I enjoy how you summed up the Conference. XD
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Excellently done as always~ I'm really enjoying this fill <3
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The beginning was...I don't even know what it was. It was beautiful. Taking his normal fail cooking skills and making them even worse, and then the milk and the firefighters... It made me feel bad for him, because it felt like an elderly person who can't take care of themselves alone anymore.
And then France. Oh, dear. I know I suggested it, but you just made it so much more... oh, dear. I felt so inappropriate laughing at the mental image of England chasing poor Canada (poor, poor Canada) with the flagpole, but out of context it's just...funny. Poor England. Poor Canada.
AND THEN HE GOT HIT BY A CAR. D:
I think I might die if you don't update soon, dear, sweet anon. D: I need to know what happens next. Your cliffhangers are cruel. <3
PS: Your title is perfect, luv. <3
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Actually, do you want to know a secret about the beginning? It was supposed to be purely comic relief. YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO IT! Haha jk, I am eternally grateful that you appreciate that scene so much. I think it was one of my favorite to write in this fill.
The real France will appear, no worries. :D And oh yes. The flagpole. Writing England going YARRR through the UN with a giant flagpole made me sorta wince, because you're right about it. Out of context it's just...pfff.
YES /CACKLES
I'll do my best to get an update out soon, magnificent OP. <3
PS: Your COMMENTS are perfect!
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Way to make me laugh at England getting hit by a car notso anon.
Auuugh this was heartbreaking and over the top and the milk and the suit and omg my alzheimer stricken grandmother does things like that and holy shit he thought Canada was France. Well, that is a new one.
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And oh, oh, oh, the FrUK shipper in me is wailing, and I want to take Canada far, far, far away and cuddle him forever, poor, lovely, sweet baby boy, because you’re going to break him and my heart along with it, and I shouldn’t love this fill all this much but I do, I do. And I could quote portions of this but I would end up quoting the entire thing, so I’ll just say that your style is amazing and grows better with each new portion. Because, you know, it is. And it does.
I do love you, I do, I do.
Ahahahahah-cough. Okay. Hmm. /happy sigh
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In Which England Is Seized With A Number Of Revelations, All Of Which Are Unpleasant
? ?? ??:?? ????
Four boys on a hilltop in the rustling sunset were calling to him.
Wild boys with wild eyes wild hair tumbling down the heather red sun going down shadows in the fire spilling red glowing calling
Calling, mother never loved you, don’t ever come back please come back shoulders straight against the sun, it was always the sun, be burned by the sun too often and you die young
I die young
Yyo;unn
g
May 20th, 2010 5:49 pm - New York City
England woke to a sheet covering him and, for one cold moment, thought he was in a morgue.
He did not open his eyes. Then he realized a voice was coming from his right side and remembered-yes, remembered-that the dead wouldn’t make conversation. Unless it was a case like Juliet-but two of them were alive, and it could only be one of them, so which-who, then ( ... )
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Good luck with your internship! I wish you all the best~ <3
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I'll be waiting for you to come back/break the Great Firewall
All the best for your internship!
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