England slowly goes insane and only America is left to stop him. The catch? They're in deep, deep love, though neither of them has confessed to the other.
Re: Dark USxUK
anonymous
April 29 2010, 15:06:58 UTC
I thought, so that other people can still comment/post to part 11, I'd move to here. I've only done part1 in part 11, so I'll just repost it here.
August 3rd
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run, see how they run…
Running in circles, running into walls, running up the walls. Like a blind mouse he was running towards darkness, running through darkness, running into darkness.
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish, splash, burning to ash.
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run…
But who was the second blind mouse? And who was the third? Or was he all of them combined? Like hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil? Was he running alone? Was he running alone?
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run…
Poor, poor pitiful….
He trembled and clasped his hands together as the voices droned over them. It was too bright, that was the problem. It was too hot. He hated hot weather. He hated cold weather too, actually. And the rain. God, how he hated the rain.
Re: Dark USxUK
anonymous
April 29 2010, 15:11:39 UTC
“Oh, England, you’re here?”
If France was the second last person that he wanted to see then this person was the first.
England’s moved his gaze so that he could see America coming. The nation smiled blindingly and strolled over to the urinals.
“France said you were looking unwell.”
The sound of the zip coming down.
England’s knuckles whitened.
“He also said that you were being more anti-social than normal.”
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish splash, burning to ash. England turned off the tap quickly and the voices stopped as though he had blocked them with a plug.
“O - Oh? Is that what that git is saying? Well, I’m used to it.” He vaguely contemplated ripping out France’s gullet. Would that not be marvellous?
“If you’re feeling unwell, you should go home. Germany won’t mind.”
Zip up. Alfred came to stand next to him and turned the tap on.
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish, splash, burning to ash.England wet the bottom of his lips cautiously. He had discovered that it was never too good to be too
( ... )
The corpses in your garden [2a/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 15:19:06 UTC
Bleh, forgot the title and part!
August 4thHe hated to admit that he was not feeling any better, as he had hoped he would, by the time he visited America. Though the kitchen was cool and spacious - white and blue like a calm crystal sea - his head felt full of fog. It was hard to think
( ... )
Re: The corpses in your garden [2c/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 15:25:55 UTC
Splitter splatter blood and laughter. Splish, splash, burning to ash.
Blue and white tiles, which lined the kitchen, made it feel as though he were trapped inside a glass. A wave of nausea rushed to his head and England had to quickly flee the kitchen to suppress the bile rushing to his throat.
“What’s….wrong with me?” he muttered as he found himself in the corridor. His head throbbed worse than before and it was hard to think, hard to breathe. Was this what dying felt like?
He leaned against one of the door, trying to regulate his breathing. Even his very breath spoke to him as he exhaled. The vapours curled into the air and smirked at him with malicious grins.
Splitter splatter blood and laughter. Splish splash burning to ash.Burning, burning, burning
( ... )
Re: The corpses in your garden [2a/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 15:28:52 UTC
One of them approached him curiously and he stooped down to pick it up, stroking its fur roughly. The rabbit wriggled in displeasure but he refused to let it go. It was his now, after all
( ... )
OP - The corpses in your garden
anonymous
April 29 2010, 16:50:32 UTC
Oh, man, I know I asked for this (and you're doing beautifully), but damn England. *wince*
Okay, first off - ...ow. Op raised rabbits for years before leaving for college and that... that... fuck. 'cause I know what a rabbit's dog-mauled body looks like, and how fragile they are under your hands, and... yeah.
Back to flailing at England now. And the voices. And England. And the way that you're using all of the children's rhymes. Which is still utter creepy genius. Gah.
*bites fingertips and waits for another update*
reCaptcha: alighted keep. It knows the house is burning! o.o
Re: The corpses in your garden [2a/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 21:07:43 UTC
Woah this is really got me hooked! Amazing work so far anon!
Poor England, I really feel a lot of empathy for him, since he's obviously not trying to be malicious. You paint a really interesting picture of his madness.
Re: The corpses in your garden [2a/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 21:12:09 UTC
Woah this is really got me hooked! Amazing work so far anon!
Poor England, I really feel a lot of empathy for him, since he's obviously not trying to be malicious. You paint a really interesting picture of his madness.
ReCaptcha: is Tragic
Spot on ReCaptcha, it is tragic. England's mind is coming apart, and America just lost a bunny and his memories. That may mean nobody's getting laid tonight... ;-; waaahh!
The majority of my mental process ATM goes like this: He left the... BUNNIES! He left, they're burning OH GOD THE RABBITS. FUUUUCK. Nursery rhymes. HE LEFT THE CANDLE BURNING. AND AND AND AL'S BUNNIES. (repeat)
You and your nursery rhymes terrify me. Not in the OH GOD ITS COMING FOR MY BRAINS kind of way, but in the subtle, chill at the nape of your neck kind of way.
*is utterly devastated* I can't think of anything else to say. Just... Oh man.
Re: The corpses in your garden [2a/?]
anonymous
April 29 2010, 22:36:21 UTC
This fill is great, author-anon! The childrens' rhymes are a nice touch~ And really, nothing is as creepy as kids' rhymes when used right *w* Ghaaa, I love the creepyness~ *giggles happily* Keep it up~
The corpses in your garden [3a/?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 09:37:15 UTC
Thank you OP and anons very much! I'll do my best!“England” America glared at him with furious, disbelieving eyes. He wanted to say something but the house was burning and he needed to go quickly. “Shit!” he swore, bolting inside for a fire extinguisher
( ... )
Re: The corpses in your garden [3b/?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 09:39:05 UTC
England wandered back to his hotel room in a light-headed daze. He would have even skipped if he could have been bothered, but instead he settled for humming a pleasant tune under his breath and smiling at everyone who passed him
( ... )
Re: The corpses in your garden [3b/?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 14:17:13 UTC
Guess who's not gonna be able to focus in school today? That would be me! *flails* Oh man, England. NO. *epic sad face* God, this fill... *cries* Also, this: walk on top of a rainbow should not have made me LOL like an idiot. But it did. XD
England slowly goes insane and only America is left to stop him. The catch? They're in deep, deep love, though neither of them has confessed to the other.
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August 3rd
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run, see how they run…
Running in circles, running into walls, running up the walls. Like a blind mouse he was running towards darkness, running through darkness, running into darkness.
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish, splash, burning to ash.
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run…
But who was the second blind mouse? And who was the third? Or was he all of them combined? Like hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil? Was he running alone? Was he running alone?
Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run…
Poor, poor pitiful….
He trembled and clasped his hands together as the voices droned over them. It was too bright, that was the problem. It was too hot. He hated hot weather. He hated cold weather too, actually. And the rain. God, how he hated the rain.
Unless it was a rain of ( ... )
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If France was the second last person that he wanted to see then this person was the first.
England’s moved his gaze so that he could see America coming. The nation smiled blindingly and strolled over to the urinals.
“France said you were looking unwell.”
The sound of the zip coming down.
England’s knuckles whitened.
“He also said that you were being more anti-social than normal.”
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish splash, burning to ash. England turned off the tap quickly and the voices stopped as though he had blocked them with a plug.
“O - Oh? Is that what that git is saying? Well, I’m used to it.” He vaguely contemplated ripping out France’s gullet. Would that not be marvellous?
“If you’re feeling unwell, you should go home. Germany won’t mind.”
Zip up. Alfred came to stand next to him and turned the tap on.
Splitter splatter, blood and laughter. Splish, splash, burning to ash.England wet the bottom of his lips cautiously. He had discovered that it was never too good to be too ( ... )
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August 4thHe hated to admit that he was not feeling any better, as he had hoped he would, by the time he visited America. Though the kitchen was cool and spacious - white and blue like a calm crystal sea - his head felt full of fog. It was hard to think ( ... )
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Blue and white tiles, which lined the kitchen, made it feel as though he were trapped inside a glass. A wave of nausea rushed to his head and England had to quickly flee the kitchen to suppress the bile rushing to his throat.
“What’s….wrong with me?” he muttered as he found himself in the corridor. His head throbbed worse than before and it was hard to think, hard to breathe. Was this what dying felt like?
He leaned against one of the door, trying to regulate his breathing. Even his very breath spoke to him as he exhaled. The vapours curled into the air and smirked at him with malicious grins.
Splitter splatter blood and laughter. Splish splash burning to ash.Burning, burning, burning ( ... )
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Okay, first off - ...ow. Op raised rabbits for years before leaving for college and that... that... fuck. 'cause I know what a rabbit's dog-mauled body looks like, and how fragile they are under your hands, and... yeah.
Back to flailing at England now. And the voices. And England. And the way that you're using all of the children's rhymes. Which is still utter creepy genius. Gah.
*bites fingertips and waits for another update*
reCaptcha: alighted keep. It knows the house is burning! o.o
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Poor England, I really feel a lot of empathy for him, since he's obviously not trying to be malicious. You paint a really interesting picture of his madness.
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Poor England, I really feel a lot of empathy for him, since he's obviously not trying to be malicious. You paint a really interesting picture of his madness.
ReCaptcha: is Tragic
Spot on ReCaptcha, it is tragic. England's mind is coming apart, and America just lost a bunny and his memories. That may mean nobody's getting laid tonight... ;-; waaahh!
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He left the... BUNNIES! He left, they're burning OH GOD THE RABBITS. FUUUUCK. Nursery rhymes. HE LEFT THE CANDLE BURNING. AND AND AND AL'S BUNNIES. (repeat)
You and your nursery rhymes terrify me. Not in the OH GOD ITS COMING FOR MY BRAINS kind of way, but in the subtle, chill at the nape of your neck kind of way.
*is utterly devastated* I can't think of anything else to say. Just... Oh man.
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The childrens' rhymes are a nice touch~ And really, nothing
is as creepy as kids' rhymes when used right *w* Ghaaa, I love
the creepyness~ *giggles happily*
Keep it up~
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GODDAMN, I feel so bad for laughing!! T-T
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