Woo-hoo! :D I didn't get to comment on about half of it so far, since the comment space filled up while I was out of town; now I can fan-girl again! :DDD
You Take Me In (15/?)
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:41:25 UTC
He waited for a moment, watching the window beside it for any signs of movement. When no one answered England knocked again, sharply this time, to make certain he was heard. At long last the sound of hurried footsteps came from the second floor growing louder as whoever was rushing to answer him came down the stairs
( ... )
You Take Me In (16/?)
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:43:06 UTC
He heard America shut the door and step cautiously behind him, his steps hesitant and soft and very unlike the younger man who was usually more assertive and loud. England shifted himself to the right so he could better see America out of the corner of his eye. The colony was fiddling with the hem of his sleeves while balancing from one foot to the next. The fidgeting of the feet was a trait England recognized from America's youth. A nervous tick of his whenever he was about to be scolded. Or if he were anticipating a scolding
( ... )
You Take Me In (17/?)
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:44:06 UTC
"No I-I haven't the faintest idea."
America's steps were still cautious as he stepped into the room behind England, still too uncertain, and told England everything he needed to know. But where was the fun in punishing someone unless they admitted to their guilt?
And punished, America would be. He would make certain of that.
"It would appeare to me,” England began, idly running his finger across the mantel and starring down in disgust at the dust collected on the pad. “That the colonists seem to think they are independent. That they do not have to answer to my king or parliment, and therefore see fit to destroy my property and terrorize my citizens.”
A sharp turn of his heel and America was only a few paces before him, and looking every bit as nervous, but defiantly so as the Empire stared him down. England's gaze melted into a glare at the wilted smile on Americas lips. “And you do have the faintest idea, don't you? You know exactly of what I speak.”
You Take Me In (18/?)
anonymous
November 24 2010, 05:44:22 UTC
America shook his head, the guilt clear as day written all over his face.
“England, it's not what you-”
“Silence,” England cut off, his voice never rising, but the tone had more of an edge to it. A threat veiled in a warning. America recognized it, mouth shutting immediately, hands fisted at his sides as England observed the fire again.
“It seems I have been far too lenient with you, boy.”
He didn't exactly grin when he felt America tense up at the comment, rather a sneer of sick satisfaction. It definitely gave England much pleasure to know that he could remind the other man just how insignificant he was in comparison to his fatherland.
“I gave you the benefit of running around on your own. And how do you repay me? By associating with idealistic simpletons, farmers, no less
( ... )
You Take Me In (19/?)
anonymous
November 24 2010, 05:47:36 UTC
America paused, but slowly repeated. “My people.”
An uncomfortable silence passed between them. America, at long last, lifted his head up to stare back at England, expression intransigent, but betrayed by that small flicker of... England pondered that look for a moment. It wasn't confusion, exactly. Certainly not doubt...
Certain... It hit England then, a small knowing smile stretching lazily across his face. Uncertainty.“You don't sound so sure of yourself, America
( ... )
You Take Me In (20/?)
anonymous
November 24 2010, 05:48:45 UTC
He kissed the answer away. Rough, controlling and dominating America with teeth and tongue and hands gripping his forearms while his hips rolled up and ground the taller man into the wall. Quiet, startled moans vibrated into his own mouth, hands that could easily throw him off scrambled helplessly against the surface of the wall.
“Mine,” England finished when America wretched his head away and gasped for air. The British Empire smiled up at his colony, admired the flush on his cheeks and the small trail of saliva at the corner of his mouth and licked it away, lips meeting America's again and saying, “You are mine.”
So... It's been a while. I'm sorry for that. Things are not 100% ok right now, but I still feel inspired to write. I hope the next update will be sooner rather than later. Thank you everyone for your understanding. Hope this update didn't suck too much...
Re: You Take Me In (20/?)
anonymous
November 24 2010, 17:43:15 UTC
Ah, author anon, if you knew how much I love this fill! It's absolutely perfect, far more than I ever hoped or even asked for. I'm overwhelmed every time I see an update and it reminds me of how good this is...and in this chapter especially, the subtle way in which you indicate that we are not in the past, whatever the events may indicate; how the situation is affecting both characters; the things that seem to turn them on about this scenario; and that last posessiveness by England, which made me hot like UNF, you can't imagine. I hope you solve everything in your life soon author anon. Thank you for this, as always! ^^
Re: You Take Me In (20/?)
anonymous
November 25 2010, 05:14:53 UTC
...oh dear authorAnon, this update does not suck. It is, dare I say, the antithesis of suck. All that delicious tension just ratcheting up, and America's increasing uncertainty, and then England pouncing on him like that...gah. So wonderful, and I for one look forward to more and hope that things become better for you soon.
Parts 15 and onward will be posted here.
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America's steps were still cautious as he stepped into the room behind England, still too uncertain, and told England everything he needed to know. But where was the fun in punishing someone unless they admitted to their guilt?
And punished, America would be. He would make certain of that.
"It would appeare to me,” England began, idly running his finger across the mantel and starring down in disgust at the dust collected on the pad. “That the colonists seem to think they are independent. That they do not have to answer to my king or parliment, and therefore see fit to destroy my property and terrorize my citizens.”
A sharp turn of his heel and America was only a few paces before him, and looking every bit as nervous, but defiantly so as the Empire stared him down. England's gaze melted into a glare at the wilted smile on Americas lips. “And you do have the faintest idea, don't you? You know exactly of what I speak.”
More to come later...
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Love love love where you're going with this... cannot wait for the next installment!
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“England, it's not what you-”
“Silence,” England cut off, his voice never rising, but the tone had more of an edge to it. A threat veiled in a warning. America recognized it, mouth shutting immediately, hands fisted at his sides as England observed the fire again.
“It seems I have been far too lenient with you, boy.”
He didn't exactly grin when he felt America tense up at the comment, rather a sneer of sick satisfaction. It definitely gave England much pleasure to know that he could remind the other man just how insignificant he was in comparison to his fatherland.
“I gave you the benefit of running around on your own. And how do you repay me? By associating with idealistic simpletons, farmers, no less ( ... )
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An uncomfortable silence passed between them. America, at long last, lifted his head up to stare back at England, expression intransigent, but betrayed by that small flicker of... England pondered that look for a moment. It wasn't confusion, exactly. Certainly not doubt...
Certain... It hit England then, a small knowing smile stretching lazily across his face. Uncertainty.“You don't sound so sure of yourself, America ( ... )
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I love the atmosphere and mood you set throughout the whole chapter.
Can't wait to read more <3
And *hugs* hope everything goes better soon ^^
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“Mine,” England finished when America wretched his head away and gasped for air. The British Empire smiled up at his colony, admired the flush on his cheeks and the small trail of saliva at the corner of his mouth and licked it away, lips meeting America's again and saying, “You are mine.”
So... It's been a while. I'm sorry for that. Things are not 100% ok right now, but I still feel inspired to write. I hope the next update will be sooner rather than later. Thank you everyone for your understanding. Hope this update didn't suck too much...
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Characterization, pacing, flow... everything is just perfect.
This is amazing.
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I hope you solve everything in your life soon author anon. Thank you for this, as always! ^^
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