Nothing Lasts Forever (1/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 13:47:30 UTC
Congratulations, OP, you now have multiple fills
He told him that the world would never end.
They came and went, one after another, date after date of predicted apocalypses. England stood and watched them pass. He watched the people mildly panic, having nothing else to do between trips to the supermarket and the dull, grey routine of endless Mondays. The frantic messages spread across the world: today is the last day. Tomorrow there will be nothing but ashes and the bodies of angels.But they still got up and went to work on each last day of the world
( ... )
Nothing Lasts Forever (2/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 13:51:02 UTC
He told him that the world would never end, and England believed him.
They’d been telling him for years that the climate was changing. America had only himself to blame for never listening.
“But there’s no evidence,” he’d told England time and again, dismissing the whole concept with the same scorn that he usually withheld until the need arose to gently break the news to England that fairies weren’t real. “I mean yeah, OK, the temperature’s risen by, what, two degrees? But come on, when you think of the ice age and stuff, then a couple of degrees are pretty negligible, right
( ... )
Nothing Lasts Forever (3a/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 14:02:41 UTC
He told him that the world would never end...
In the last days, England sat with Sealand in the garden after playing catch. As their pants evened out and they caught their breath, Sealand plucked a daisy from the grass and started to pluck its petals from the yellow centre.
“The world will end.” A speck of white fluttered to the ground. “The world will never end.” Another petal landed on the pile. “The world will end...” England scowled and took the flower from his hands.
“Don’t be silly,” he said. “Does it look like the world is ending to you?” Sealand stretched his legs out and looked up at the cloudless sky.
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I’ve never seen a dying world before. How am I supposed to know what one looks like?” England sighed and made a mental note to keep the child away from the latest media frenzy about climate change and global warming and it’s too late, we’re doomed!“I can assure you,” England said in a gentler tone than usual, “that the world is absolutely fine. We’ve done a lot in the past hundred years and taken
( ... )
Nothing Lasts Forever (3b/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 14:05:12 UTC
(In the distance, on the other side of the Atlantic, there’s a rumbling in the ground and the shift and groan of earth and not-earth and under-the-earth in Yellowstone Park)
England thought about their relationship and was surprised that it had lasted so long. It had been well over a century now since that first ‘accidental’ kiss as America still called it, even though they both knew that that was so much of a lie that it ought to burn his tongue to blackened cinders.
(They all know what it means, and they pray and they pray because there’s nothing else to do, and some of them try to run but they don’t get far, and then the earth is cracking and roaring and spewing forth Hell)
America was sweet, really, when you got past the idiocy and the lack of any sort of geographical knowledge and the obsession with hamburgers and corndogs - what were those things anyway? England had never dared ask, and he didn’t plan on doing so any time soon
( ... )
Re: Nothing Lasts Forever (3b/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 14:21:02 UTC
Author anon of the other fic here.
Ohhh, I really like how you approached this. Towards the end I started realizing that it was that volcano in yellowstone. I love how England was sleeping in the end when everything started, because for people in Europe and other parts of the world the volcano would be such a quiet death. Overall it was very nice :)
Re: Nothing Lasts Forever (3b/3)
anonymous
July 19 2010, 15:14:05 UTC
I remember my science teacher once telling us about that supervolcano. He said it would explode sometime between right now and 5000 years from now. Good times.
This was brilliant! It's hopeful and heartbreaking at the same time. And when England ignored America's call... T_T
OP. GLORIOUSLY LATE.
anonymous
August 20 2010, 15:37:46 UTC
I'm sorry I took so long to reply ;A;
When I thought of the prompt, I always percieved it as England willfully ignoring what was in front of him and seeking comfort in the other person's words. So it was quite a whammy when England died really believing in America. *shivers*
I also like how England has been desensitised by the apocalyptic predictions in the past (along with his trust in America) has allowed him to honestly believe that the end isn't nigh.
The juxtaposition in the last part is amazing. And I love your description of the volcano: (They all know what it means, and they pray and they pray because there’s nothing else to do, and some of them try to run but they don’t get far, and then the earth is cracking and roaring and spewing forth Hell) (The lava spurts so high that it leaves pinprick stains on the sky, like stars in these heavens of ash and smoke and gas and death)
I love this line too: It dawned on him that if the stars were to fall from the sky right now, no one would see the end of the world approaching
( ... )
He told him that the world would never end.
They came and went, one after another, date after date of predicted apocalypses. England stood and watched them pass. He watched the people mildly panic, having nothing else to do between trips to the supermarket and the dull, grey routine of endless Mondays. The frantic messages spread across the world: today is the last day. Tomorrow there will be nothing but ashes and the bodies of angels.But they still got up and went to work on each last day of the world ( ... )
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They’d been telling him for years that the climate was changing. America had only himself to blame for never listening.
“But there’s no evidence,” he’d told England time and again, dismissing the whole concept with the same scorn that he usually withheld until the need arose to gently break the news to England that fairies weren’t real. “I mean yeah, OK, the temperature’s risen by, what, two degrees? But come on, when you think of the ice age and stuff, then a couple of degrees are pretty negligible, right ( ... )
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In the last days, England sat with Sealand in the garden after playing catch. As their pants evened out and they caught their breath, Sealand plucked a daisy from the grass and started to pluck its petals from the yellow centre.
“The world will end.” A speck of white fluttered to the ground. “The world will never end.” Another petal landed on the pile. “The world will end...” England scowled and took the flower from his hands.
“Don’t be silly,” he said. “Does it look like the world is ending to you?” Sealand stretched his legs out and looked up at the cloudless sky.
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I’ve never seen a dying world before. How am I supposed to know what one looks like?” England sighed and made a mental note to keep the child away from the latest media frenzy about climate change and global warming and it’s too late, we’re doomed!“I can assure you,” England said in a gentler tone than usual, “that the world is absolutely fine. We’ve done a lot in the past hundred years and taken ( ... )
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England thought about their relationship and was surprised that it had lasted so long. It had been well over a century now since that first ‘accidental’ kiss as America still called it, even though they both knew that that was so much of a lie that it ought to burn his tongue to blackened cinders.
(They all know what it means, and they pray and they pray because there’s nothing else to do, and some of them try to run but they don’t get far, and then the earth is cracking and roaring and spewing forth Hell)
America was sweet, really, when you got past the idiocy and the lack of any sort of geographical knowledge and the obsession with hamburgers and corndogs - what were those things anyway? England had never dared ask, and he didn’t plan on doing so any time soon ( ... )
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Ohhh, I really like how you approached this. Towards the end I started realizing that it was that volcano in yellowstone. I love how England was sleeping in the end when everything started, because for people in Europe and other parts of the world the volcano would be such a quiet death. Overall it was very nice :)
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This was brilliant! It's hopeful and heartbreaking at the same time. And when England ignored America's call... T_T
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When I thought of the prompt, I always percieved it as England willfully ignoring what was in front of him and seeking comfort in the other person's words. So it was quite a whammy when England died really believing in America. *shivers*
I also like how England has been desensitised by the apocalyptic predictions in the past (along with his trust in America) has allowed him to honestly believe that the end isn't nigh.
The juxtaposition in the last part is amazing. And I love your description of the volcano:
(They all know what it means, and they pray and they pray because there’s nothing else to do, and some of them try to run but they don’t get far, and then the earth is cracking and roaring and spewing forth Hell)
(The lava spurts so high that it leaves pinprick stains on the sky, like stars in these heavens of ash and smoke and gas and death)
I love this line too:
It dawned on him that if the stars were to fall from the sky right now, no one would see the end of the world approaching ( ... )
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