England doesn't shoot at the critical moment. But one of his men starts up the battle again, and ends up blinding America. The Revolution succeeds, but that's the last time England ever sees America in person. Over the years, Canada doesn't comment. Fastforward to the 20th century. It's after WWII and they've won; the US and the USSR are on the rise. England finds a familiar face talking to Russia, and at Japan's bedside.
Blindsided 10a/?
anonymous
October 27 2010, 02:41:22 UTC
December 21, 1950 Battles came and went. A tentative peace was made and held, as the holiday season approached, though America's borders had shrunk, leaving him with a third less land than he'd started with before Mexico's 'reclamation
( ... )
Blindsided 10c/?
anonymous
October 27 2010, 02:46:02 UTC
“...The woods are lovely dark and deep/But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.” He glanced at the quiet man next to him, watching the melancholy expression that had appeared. The younger might have been thinking deeply-- perhaps the echoes of war, perhaps a contemplation of the rebuilding in the future. Of his own size and strength that had been sapped away
( ... )
Oh wow, what a lovely interlude. <3 The scene with Bluebell came out of nowhere, which was a nice little way of reminding us of how much things have gone differently from canon and how much Arthur still doesn't know about Alfred. And oh my, what a little matchmaker she is! Good thing Arthur is so clueless at times, or his secret would already be out, yeah? ;D Then again, Arthur has apparently only realized his love in his subconscious, so it might be a good thing to let him to digest that before he hears anything else, honestly.
By the way, I adore your headcanon about Alfred hearing but not seeing fairies; that makes an amazing amount of sense, intuitively speaking, and tucks into my own headcanon so nicely.
Heh, and what an interesting image to end such a peaceful scene on ...
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
October 28 2010, 01:55:20 UTC
I'm glad you're still continuing this! I thought it was dead or something and was so disappointed. If you do de-anon this, I hope you post a link here. I don't check the main comm regularly, so I tend to miss when people de-anon until way after the fact. >.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
October 28 2010, 12:40:18 UTC
There are so many fills that are wonderful, and disappoingingly dead. :( I've been bogged down by work, (Need to find a new job before this one kills me) Worked a couple of other fills as well as a bit of art... But I'm not planning on abandoning this one-- I have a direction with it. Glad you're enjoying the story. (Just posted the first section in the US/UK community, but I'm being lazy, so I'll have to link to it later.)
Blindsided 14a/?
anonymous
February 12 2011, 22:49:43 UTC
I know this is a little out of order for numbering, but I didn't want it to get separated from this particular part of the storyline.
February 10, 1951
Another new year had passed, leaving in its wake a new fall of snow, and new resolutions for the coming spring.
Alfred, for his part, was so tired of being inside the house, that he braved the cold to take a walk through his frozen garden, reasoning that he could at least follow the path with cane and a hand to the near frozen shrubberies. Thus, it was, that in the late afternoon that he gave his ever hovering brother and former guardian the slip (And they thought just because he was blind, he couldn't be sneaky- they should really have known better by now--) heading out of the back door in a heavy overcoat and boots, while the pair of them were busy in the library.
It was a nice change, to be on his own, away from the constant presence of people who wished him well-- but in a way that sometimes left Alfred wanting to scream
( ... )
Blindsided 14d/?
anonymous
February 12 2011, 22:57:27 UTC
It was hot-- so hot that he was shivering, and Alfred's head throbbed in memory and in the red-tinged darkness that had been his world for so long. His head hurt, his body hurt
( ... )
Re: Blindsided 10e/?
anonymous
February 12 2011, 22:59:42 UTC
“Alfred, where are you? It's time to stop playing this stupid game-- You have to tell your people--” There was anger in that voice-- betrayal, hurt. “They have to stop trying to take me in order to get to England. There's no way
( ... )
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15068.html?thread=43250652#t43250652
England doesn't shoot at the critical moment. But one of his men starts up the battle again, and ends up blinding America.
The Revolution succeeds, but that's the last time England ever sees America in person. Over the years, Canada doesn't comment.
Fastforward to the 20th century. It's after WWII and they've won; the US and the USSR are on the rise. England finds a familiar face talking to Russia, and at Japan's bedside.
Blindsided parts 1-9:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=48529049#t48529049
Part 10+ to follow.
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By the way, I adore your headcanon about Alfred hearing but not seeing fairies; that makes an amazing amount of sense, intuitively speaking, and tucks into my own headcanon so nicely.
Heh, and what an interesting image to end such a peaceful scene on ...
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<3?
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But I'm not planning on abandoning this one-- I have a direction with it.
Glad you're enjoying the story.
(Just posted the first section in the US/UK community, but I'm being lazy, so I'll have to link to it later.)
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http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2446090/PhantomMemories
I'll be working on the next part of this, once I get through NaNoWriMo.
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February 10, 1951
Another new year had passed, leaving in its wake a new fall of snow, and new resolutions for the coming spring.
Alfred, for his part, was so tired of being inside the house, that he braved the cold to take a walk through his frozen garden, reasoning that he could at least follow the path with cane and a hand to the near frozen shrubberies. Thus, it was, that in the late afternoon that he gave his ever hovering brother and former guardian the slip (And they thought just because he was blind, he couldn't be sneaky- they should really have known better by now--) heading out of the back door in a heavy overcoat and boots, while the pair of them were busy in the library.
It was a nice change, to be on his own, away from the constant presence of people who wished him well-- but in a way that sometimes left Alfred wanting to scream ( ... )
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