The Battle (for) Britain [4a/6]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 02:10:28 UTC
America thought for a long while over whether a covert, silent entry, or a loud, bulldozing entry was best. He sat in the driveway across the street from England’s house for a long time, staring at England’s front door in contemplation
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The Battle (for) Britain [4b/6]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 02:12:57 UTC
Suddenly the Irish twins were on him, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him back up the stairs. “It’s for your own good, Arthur,” they were yelling at him, over the din of screams he was setting up. “He’s no good for you
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The Battle (for) Britain [4c/6]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 02:14:20 UTC
“Let me have it, then,” America said, opening his arms to their assault. For a moment, the siblings stood frozen. “Because I’m not leaving him alone, and I have done nothing to deserve being kicked out of this house.”
“Really!” Northern Ireland nearly shrieked. “You’re funny! I seem to recall something very big you did, about two hundred years ago, that broke my brother badly enough for you to deserve to never even be allowed to see him again
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The Battle (for) Britain [5a/6]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 02:15:44 UTC
It was impossible to imagine that someone as big and muscular as America could be gentle. But in Wales’ silent observation of the bulky boy nation from the door of England’s bedroom, he could tell that that’s exactly what America was
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The Battle (for) Britain [5b/6]
anonymous
July 2 2010, 02:16:55 UTC
“I don’t think he will,” Wales said, quietly, a suggestion. Though the glares of the siblings only intensified, a silent consensus came between them that that was an entirely real possibility.
The groan of wood came from above them as America moved across the floor of the second story, pausing for a moment before coming quietly and carefully down the stairs. The sight of England’s siblings, huddled around their tea in the dark living room, their eyes on him like creatures in the underbrush, was enough to give him pause. He looked at his feet, unable to take all of their gazes on him at once.
“I understand why you mistrust me,” he said, quiet in the tight atmosphere-which, for once, he was successfully reading-but plenty loud enough for all of the siblings to hear him. “I do.”
The siblings were silent, observing him. Why don’t you bugger off and leave us alone, then? they all thought silently
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Re: The Battle (for) Britain [5c/6]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 02:32:02 UTC
YAY UPDATE! England's siblings are just...made of so many levels of awesome and win! I can't even begin to describe <3 I will definitely be looking forward to reading the last part of this fic. (It makes me sad to think that the fic is coming to an end D:)
Readers tend to keep track of of the fill list page to determine which fics have been updated or not. I've already made a post for you for these two chapters so no worries about those. In the future, please make a post there so that we won't miss any of your lovely updates.
Re: The Battle (for) Britain [5c/6]
anonymous
July 8 2010, 10:54:09 UTC
YOU UPDATED!!! I don't know why I didn't see this sooner. I just adore the way you've characterised everyone. It makes me sad that they don't actually exist in canon (the UK siblings that is) but I love what you've done with them <3 The way they're all overprotective of England. I absolutely loved that little fluffy scene Wales witness of America and England. That was just precious. It makes me sad that this fill has almost ended ;_;
Original request and first three chapters are here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32442693#t32442693
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The groan of wood came from above them as America moved across the floor of the second story, pausing for a moment before coming quietly and carefully down the stairs. The sight of England’s siblings, huddled around their tea in the dark living room, their eyes on him like creatures in the underbrush, was enough to give him pause. He looked at his feet, unable to take all of their gazes on him at once.
“I understand why you mistrust me,” he said, quiet in the tight atmosphere-which, for once, he was successfully reading-but plenty loud enough for all of the siblings to hear him. “I do.”
The siblings were silent, observing him. Why don’t you bugger off and leave us alone, then? they all thought silently ( ... )
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Oh, and if you make any updates, please post a note about it at the fill list page:
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