Hopeless romantic anon would like to see a fic where Nation A and Nation B die (perhaps with other nations, as well), but before they do, one of them promises the other that if they're ever reborn, they'll find them and fall in love with them again.
Bonus if it happens over several lifetimes.
OP is partial to US/UK and Ger/Ita, but isn't picky.
Even though this already had a fill it looked like it had been abandoned so this anon is taking a shot at my own.
In Memoriam [1a/?]
anonymous
June 7 2010, 20:58:14 UTC
One writes, that ‘Other friends remain,’ That ‘Loss is common to the race’- And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H Alfred TennysonThe clocks have all been stopped. The oak grandfather in the hallway, which has stood there since the Blitz, shuts his eyes and stands in solemn reverence. The windows have been locked and the radio on the sill is turned off as their footsteps slowly creep up the stairs
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [1b/?]
anonymous
June 7 2010, 20:58:39 UTC
It was a…wonderful life,” America knocks his glass against England’s in a morbid toast.
“I’ll see you on the other side,” England clinks his glass against America’s before towing his head back and throwing the entire, vile concoction down his burning throat.
America only just manages to catch him when England crumples, lifeless, to the ground. His fingers meet the unpleasant sensation of cooling skin for only a second before the body disappears, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.
He does not cry. He does not even feel sad, only empty. Straightening, America drains his glass of all its liquid. He can feel it taking immediate action as it burns into his stomach, his vision fogs and his head spins, his muscles lose all their strength, become saggy and useless as if someone has stolen the bones from beneath his skin.
Then he too falls and vanishes into the silent air.
Re: In Memoriam [1b/?]
anonymous
June 7 2010, 21:30:58 UTC
Oh god, anon, that was so sad. The part about Sealand, and America's "I don't want you to die." and asdfghghjkl;
This better have a happy ending or I'm going to cry ;_; It was great though, great and beautiful. Will you include other past-nations in the reincarnated life?
In Memoriam [2a/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 09:11:27 UTC
Thank you to everyone who commented. Other countries will make their appearance too! And I defy you to know who I am. I covered my tracks pretty well this time
A few notes before starting. This is going to be dieselpunk dystopia. Like steampunk but with diesel and, although it says USxUK, it's more like USxUKxUS as in there isn't really a designated "seme" or "uke" Anyway, thank you!
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip? 'The stars,' she whispers, `blindly run; A web is wov'n across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun:
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H Alfred TennysonWhen Alfred dreams it is always a dark room, barely lit by the moon though it shines eerie silver through the blinds. He dreams of familiar sheets and the touch of a hand and of someone quietly beckoning him away from the light
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [2b/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 09:13:41 UTC
But Gilbert would never listen to a word he said. The boy always insisted that he would get him a job at his uncle’s laboratory - because without Gilbert’s awesome connections what hope did he have? - Alfred hardly knew how he had evaded his friend’s attempts to rope him into the rat race for so long
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [2c/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 09:15:20 UTC
“It’s going to rain soon,” Francis insisted; beckoning his so-called friend away from the windows so that he could draw down the shutters before the stinging rain started to pelt them
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [2c/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 10:22:52 UTC
DIESELPUNK!?!? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- *explodes* This random fangirling anon has a deep, deep love for all things steam/cyber/dieselpunk-y AND for dystopias and AH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU ALREADY. Stalking this like Belarus stalks Russia, except less creepy and more adoring. If that's possible.
*builds homestead on this tab*
Captcha: websters at; which would be so much more appropriate if this was a cyberpunk dystopia but it is still a win!captcha. Also, I think captcha knows my comments before I type them. O__O
In Memoriam [3a/?]
anonymous
June 14 2010, 09:56:23 UTC
I found Him not in world or sun, Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye; Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun:
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H Alfred TennysonThey stopped by Gilbert’s apartment - provided courtesy of his fabulously rich uncle so that he could be closer to the Academy - to leave their bags and change out of their uniforms. The white shirts and black, silver trimmed blazers were signs of importance in main town, associating wealth and prestige with whoever wore the Academy’s sigils sown into the breast pocket
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [3b/?]
anonymous
June 14 2010, 09:58:34 UTC
But he had no time for any of it. He had to pass the Academy exams, make sure that he did not lose his scholarship and so many hundred other things that all crowded out the voices that told him that this life was wrong, wrong, wrong
( ... )
Re: In Memoriam [3c/?]
anonymous
June 14 2010, 10:01:20 UTC
He did not know how he had failed to notice the other man reclining lazily on a small hill of moulding cushions - no, he knew. He had been too distracted by Arthur - but now he turned his full - quarter - attention to the smiling man
( ... )
Hopeless romantic anon would like to see a fic where Nation A and Nation B die (perhaps with other nations, as well), but before they do, one of them promises the other that if they're ever reborn, they'll find them and fall in love with them again.
Bonus if it happens over several lifetimes.
OP is partial to US/UK and Ger/Ita, but isn't picky.
Even though this already had a fill it looked like it had been abandoned so this anon is taking a shot at my own.
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That ‘Loss is common to the race’-
And common is the commonplace,
And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H
Alfred TennysonThe clocks have all been stopped. The oak grandfather in the hallway, which has stood there since the Blitz, shuts his eyes and stands in solemn reverence. The windows have been locked and the radio on the sill is turned off as their footsteps slowly creep up the stairs ( ... )
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“I’ll see you on the other side,” England clinks his glass against America’s before towing his head back and throwing the entire, vile concoction down his burning throat.
America only just manages to catch him when England crumples, lifeless, to the ground. His fingers meet the unpleasant sensation of cooling skin for only a second before the body disappears, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.
He does not cry. He does not even feel sad, only empty. Straightening, America drains his glass of all its liquid. He can feel it taking immediate action as it burns into his stomach, his vision fogs and his head spins, his muscles lose all their strength, become saggy and useless as if someone has stolen the bones from beneath his skin.
Then he too falls and vanishes into the silent air.
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This better have a happy ending or I'm going to cry ;_;
It was great though, great and beautiful.
Will you include other past-nations in the reincarnated life?
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Please... please give this a happy ending. This is already going a-tug-tug-tug at my heartstrings.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS IGGY. WHY.
I'll just be off crying now...
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NEEWAY. Lovely last line. Heartbreaking fill so far <3 I lovelovelove your prose too, ahh.
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A few notes before starting. This is going to be dieselpunk dystopia. Like steampunk but with diesel and, although it says USxUK, it's more like USxUKxUS as in there isn't really a designated "seme" or "uke" Anyway, thank you!
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?
'The stars,' she whispers, `blindly run;
A web is wov'n across the sky;
From out waste places comes a cry,
And murmurs from the dying sun:
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H
Alfred TennysonWhen Alfred dreams it is always a dark room, barely lit by the moon though it shines eerie silver through the blinds. He dreams of familiar sheets and the touch of a hand and of someone quietly beckoning him away from the light ( ... )
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*builds homestead on this tab*
Captcha: websters at; which would be so much more appropriate if this was a cyberpunk dystopia but it is still a win!captcha. Also, I think captcha knows my comments before I type them. O__O
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Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye;
Nor thro' the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:
In Memoriam - Dedicated to Arthur H. H
Alfred TennysonThey stopped by Gilbert’s apartment - provided courtesy of his fabulously rich uncle so that he could be closer to the Academy - to leave their bags and change out of their uniforms. The white shirts and black, silver trimmed blazers were signs of importance in main town, associating wealth and prestige with whoever wore the Academy’s sigils sown into the breast pocket ( ... )
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