Whoa. Thanks so much for filling this! It looks really great so far. Your England is perfect and I loved that little glimpse of dark!America. Please continue writing.
Re: Whatever it Takes 2a/?
anonymous
October 16 2010, 07:02:24 UTC
Alfred knew the instant Arthur had come to beg for help. The second his foot had hit Alfred's land, he'd known. He'd always known when another nation was on his land. Outside the windows of his DC home, the storm raged even harder then the anger growing in his chest. If he squinted, he could barely make out the car carrying Arthur closer to him through the sleeting rain.
"It will work."He shook his head at the memory. Arthur - and Francis - had refused to listen to what he'd seen. Ludwig and Gilbert would not stand for the terms of the treaty they'd been forced into for very long. He'd spoken with both Gilbert and Ludwig separately before trying to get Arthur to change his mind. Gilbert's fury at the subjection he was being forced to was clear as day to Alfred. The promise of retribution in Ludwig's icy eyes had made a shiver go down his back. The terms were too much. Something would give, and given the personalities involved, he'd known it would be another war to end all wars
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Re: Whatever it Takes 2b/?
anonymous
October 16 2010, 07:03:36 UTC
"Alfred..." Arthur looked ready to fall over.
"I said, What. Do. You. Want," he hissed.
"We need you lad," the Englishman whispered.
"So? Why should I go?"
He watched Arthur close his eyes. He'd make him say it again with his eyes open. Arthur wasn't going to be allowed to hide from this. "We, that is, I need you lad."
He watched his former Colonizer, his former mentor, sway slightly. His heart ached as he realized that with Matthew already fighting for Arthur, he in all likelihood already looked something similar to the pale, wane nation in front of him. Something hardened within him. He would not forget the price they'd paid once for this man in a war to end all wars, and he would not forgive being dragged into another one.
"I told you that you would regret it."
ArthorAnon: Blast it. The one fill I told myself I wouldn't be posting in multiparts for each chapter and I failed at the second one. Dangnabit.
I love your America (even if I really disagree with his version of history, I mean League of Nations anyone? The Depression and America's isolationism are just as much to blame for WW2 as the Treaty of Versailles-which is a whole other issue Alfred). But seriously he's brilliant and I just feel so sorry for poor Arthur. He's really not having a good time here! Please, please, please write more.
I'm going to take a few liberties with Alfred's viewpoint - that being of a very Isolationist, and Me-My-Sibs-and-No-One-Else (except Arthur) kind of attitude towards the rest of the world. Alfred's going to be blaming the European Powers at large, for the world's troubles because of that.
I'm really glad you like the fill. I was kinda worried it wouldn't work well, so yay!
One question for you though, is there any kinks in particular you want me to avoid or try for?
Re: Whatever it Takes 2b/?
anonymous
October 16 2010, 20:56:48 UTC
Oh wow, this is a very different take on Alfred's involvement in WWII than what most of the fandom usually goes with. I really enjoyed this, as I never felt right seeing America portrayed as the golden hero who swooped in at the just right moment to save the world from a horrific war. That plus great writing -I do hope you'll keep up your awesome work! <3
Re: Whatever it Takes 2b/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 18:21:23 UTC
History's written by the victors! Maybe it's just me, but I always thought it was interesting most of the time history glosses over how America didn't want to get involved with the European Wars to begin with and eventually got dragged into them.
Re: Whatever it Takes 2b/?
anonymous
October 17 2010, 05:33:12 UTC
Oh, I love your not-so-golden Alfred!
His isolationism and protectiveness of the North American continent adds on delightfully to his resentment of the European powers. Poor Arthur's going to have his work cut out for him.
Re: Whatever it Takes 3
anonymous
October 21 2010, 18:50:38 UTC
Arthur doesn't want to see the look on Alfred's face. He knows the other nation wants him to acknowledge that Arthur had been wrong, oh so wrong. So instead he studies the carpet, his eyes traveling over the patterns the light from the fire traces on the fine weave. Alfred was doing well if this was any indication of how he'd come out of the Great Depression with a roar, his economy stabilizing and his wealth increasing
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Re: Whatever it Takes 4/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:04:17 UTC
Alfred looked at his former mentor in disgust. London must be burning again. Arthur was curled half in on himself, a hand pressed to his chest in a very vain attempt to alleviate the agony he must be feeling. He'd seen this during the first War, had felt this himself in 1812.
Arthur should have just listened to him in the first place and maybe this would never have happened.
It didn't matter. He looked at the silent, white, Arthur and swore to himself when he saw the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. But somehow...he only felt anger that it was someone else causing Arthur's pain, not that he was in pain. Because somewhere in those damn killing fields, the ground so goddamn thirsty for blood, was his brother, bleeding for Arthur yet again in a war not of his making. He knew Matt was burning with his pilots, torn apart with his shock troops, bleeding red into the greedy ground.
His brother.
Not Arthur's. Not Francis's.
His brother was bleeding for someone else."You know," he began, "Ludwig and I have been
( ... )
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:25:25 UTC
"Why?" Arthur could see his King die, could see his future Queen burn, his people torn, and dead, thrown into the cold earth alive. Himself, swallowed whole and fading away into nothing. If Alfred joined Ludwig, it would be over. It would be the end.
(Where was his namesake? Was this not the darkest hour?) The German armies were all but salting the lands they took. With every step they got closer and closer to his shores, and once they could reach him, there would be no mercy. His royals would die, his people would burn and he would go with them. They'd fight, oh they'd fight. His people were proud and strong, but eventually the night would come and then they'd go kicking and screaming into it
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"It will work."He shook his head at the memory. Arthur - and Francis - had refused to listen to what he'd seen. Ludwig and Gilbert would not stand for the terms of the treaty they'd been forced into for very long. He'd spoken with both Gilbert and Ludwig separately before trying to get Arthur to change his mind. Gilbert's fury at the subjection he was being forced to was clear as day to Alfred. The promise of retribution in Ludwig's icy eyes had made a shiver go down his back. The terms were too much. Something would give, and given the personalities involved, he'd known it would be another war to end all wars ( ... )
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"Alfred..." Arthur looked ready to fall over.
"I said, What. Do. You. Want," he hissed.
"We need you lad," the Englishman whispered.
"So? Why should I go?"
He watched Arthur close his eyes. He'd make him say it again with his eyes open. Arthur wasn't going to be allowed to hide from this. "We, that is, I need you lad."
He watched his former Colonizer, his former mentor, sway slightly. His heart ached as he realized that with Matthew already fighting for Arthur, he in all likelihood already looked something similar to the pale, wane nation in front of him. Something hardened within him. He would not forget the price they'd paid once for this man in a war to end all wars, and he would not forgive being dragged into another one.
"I told you that you would regret it."
ArthorAnon: Blast it. The one fill I told myself I wouldn't be posting in multiparts for each chapter and I failed at the second one. Dangnabit.
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I'm going to take a few liberties with Alfred's viewpoint - that being of a very Isolationist, and Me-My-Sibs-and-No-One-Else (except Arthur) kind of attitude towards the rest of the world. Alfred's going to be blaming the European Powers at large, for the world's troubles because of that.
I'm really glad you like the fill. I was kinda worried it wouldn't work well, so yay!
One question for you though, is there any kinks in particular you want me to avoid or try for?
(And yes, poor Arthur is very right.)
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His isolationism and protectiveness of the North American continent adds on delightfully to his resentment of the European powers. Poor Arthur's going to have his work cut out for him.
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pleasepleaseplease update this soon
I love how you write Alfred. Actually, I just love you writing.
-will be stalking this fill-
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Arthur should have just listened to him in the first place and maybe this would never have happened.
It didn't matter. He looked at the silent, white, Arthur and swore to himself when he saw the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. But somehow...he only felt anger that it was someone else causing Arthur's pain, not that he was in pain. Because somewhere in those damn killing fields, the ground so goddamn thirsty for blood, was his brother, bleeding for Arthur yet again in a war not of his making. He knew Matt was burning with his pilots, torn apart with his shock troops, bleeding red into the greedy ground.
His brother.
Not Arthur's. Not Francis's.
His brother was bleeding for someone else."You know," he began, "Ludwig and I have been ( ... )
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(Where was his namesake? Was this not the darkest hour?) The German armies were all but salting the lands they took. With every step they got closer and closer to his shores, and once they could reach him, there would be no mercy. His royals would die, his people would burn and he would go with them. They'd fight, oh they'd fight. His people were proud and strong, but eventually the night would come and then they'd go kicking and screaming into it ( ... )
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