Lost Time - [9a/?]
anonymous
January 5 2011, 00:47:39 UTC
So, New Years was awesome. Fireworks, Dutch food, an utterly adorable baby who didn’t randomly fear me at first sight and, to my everlasting glee, utterly delicious potatoes. <3
*looks at planning page* Oh, fuck me, this is turning into an epic fic. I SWORE I WOULDN’T DO THAT. GOTTVERDAMMT. = =
“Hello?” France mashes his finger rapidly against England’s doorbell. “Angleterre, if you do not open this door immédiatement I am going to open it for you.” He slowly counts out a minute, still pressing the doorbell, completely expecting an enraged and possibly hung over Englishman to appear in the doorway and give him hell. When sixty seconds pass and there is no sign of life from inside the old house, the small knot of worry that has been lurking at the back of his mind since Matthew’s early morning phone call begins to grow
( ... )
Lost Time - [9b/?]
anonymous
January 5 2011, 00:51:59 UTC
“Neither Gilbert nor I are mages, Kirkland.” France states flatly. “Matthieu cannot aid you, either.”
“How hard would it be to get me across the Atlantic?” The realization that crosses France’s face as he connects the dots is quickly replaced by horrified fury and disgust.
“Are you serious? You wish to seek the help of that butcher?!”
“Do you have a better idea?” England retorts. “If you do, I would love to hear it. No? Brilliant. Then kindly shut your trap or answer my bloody question.”
France says nothing; Arthur nearly gives up to go ask Prussia instead. “It could be arranged.” He concedes, grudgingly. “But first tell me this. Why go to him“Because his magic is the same as mine, and even if he doesn’t have to books, his input will increase our odds significantly.” Arthur meets and matches France’s gaze. “I can’t do this on my own, Francis. Not in time. Please
( ... )
Lost Time - [9c/?]
anonymous
January 5 2011, 00:53:44 UTC
“I know.” Matthew whispers brokenly. “There never is. I couldn’t save him then and I can’t save him now. There’s nothing I can do~” Slowly, Colombia sinks to the floor. Prussia crouches down beside him.
“You can be there for him.” England seems so very small, standing alone in the middle of the cloud of faerie lights. “Even if he’s not quite the Alfred you knew, you still know him better than anyone here. Even me.”
“And Francis’ll be going with him, so it’s not like they’ll be unsupervised or anything.”
Matthew takes a shaky breath. “Just… You have to get him home. It can’t happen agai-“ His eyes blow wide and he turns very pale. “Oh God, he’s waking up. I- I can’t… I-“ Colombia stands and moves out of the room so quickly that his bear is left behind on the floor with pieces of his shirt in its claws. The front door opens and closes with a crash
( ... )
Lost Time - [9d/?]
anonymous
January 5 2011, 00:54:55 UTC
Character limits. HATE. SO MUCH. >:(
“Well, yes. Our citizens... are our very existence. I have an equivalent here, so I’ll be weaker, but I’m not cut off... Being cut off is...” And oh, America is scared, his hands shaking and his eyes wide. England suspects that on a deep, subconscious level America knows what’s happening to him. “Being totally without the support of human citizens... It’s like having terminal cancer for us. It’s lethal.”
“What?” Alfred gasps. “No. I- You can’t... mean that I’m...”
“I’m sorry, Alfred. I’m so sorry.” Alfred shakes his head, and Arthur lays a hand against his cheek. Alfred shakes, his breathing ragged.
The bedroom door opens slowly, and Colombia slips into the room. He joins England, taking hold of America’s hand. He doesn’t seem capable of speech. Alfred looks between his alternate twin and his former guardian, looks down at the blankets of Colombia’s bed and quietly says five words that shatter Arthur’s heart into millions of razor-sharp shards.
Re: Lost Time - [9d/?]
anonymous
January 5 2011, 01:58:07 UTC
Oh gosh you updated!!
The ending to this part doesn't feel very cliffhanger-like, but it sure is gut-wrenching. Heck, reading about EVERYONE is gut-wrenching. England, Colombia and America for obvious reasons, but France and Prussia, too. Everyone's so tense! AAAARRRGH.
I can't wait to see how Colombia would react when/if England and America manages to go back, though. Gosh I hope the boy gets some closure. :'(
Lost Time - [10a/?]
anonymous
January 16 2011, 07:52:42 UTC
To all you anons who made teary eyes at me, I offer you tissues. And hugs, if you want. Warnings for YMMV, tooth-rotting sappiness in this first section. = =
I can’t do this. Colombia thinks to himself for the umpteenth time in the last twenty four-odd hours. Once again, his brother is dying. Once again, there is nothing Matthew can do to save him. This first time had been quick, at the end. This time won’t be. He remembers, in retrospect, how Gilbert had grown weaker and weaker after the Second World War ended. Once, when they were both rather drunk, Germany had confided in Colombia that Prussia had, in fact, been weakening throughout the entire war. The official dissolution of Gilbert’s country by the Allies had only sped it up. As unfortunate as the Berlin Wall and the Iron Curtain had been, there had been the unexpected positive of allowing Germany to give his brother a population to represent. And just in time, too. Gilbert came closer than any of his friends will admit to fading away into nothing
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Dont worry, I do it too. Like, a lot. It drives my friends nuts.
I will most certainly have fun in the middle of nowhere. There will be fireworks and large amounts of chocolate involved. Dutch chocolate, at that. :D
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CHOCOLATE, CHOOOCOOLLLAAAATTTEEEE!!! >8D
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I adore this~ You really are good at both writing, and keeping in the original universe.
Also, listening to the Canadian French versions of Disney songs is AWESOME.
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*looks at planning page* Oh, fuck me, this is turning into an epic fic. I SWORE I WOULDN’T DO THAT. GOTTVERDAMMT.
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“Hello?” France mashes his finger rapidly against England’s doorbell. “Angleterre, if you do not open this door immédiatement I am going to open it for you.” He slowly counts out a minute, still pressing the doorbell, completely expecting an enraged and possibly hung over Englishman to appear in the doorway and give him hell. When sixty seconds pass and there is no sign of life from inside the old house, the small knot of worry that has been lurking at the back of his mind since Matthew’s early morning phone call begins to grow ( ... )
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“How hard would it be to get me across the Atlantic?” The realization that crosses France’s face as he connects the dots is quickly replaced by horrified fury and disgust.
“Are you serious? You wish to seek the help of that butcher?!”
“Do you have a better idea?” England retorts. “If you do, I would love to hear it. No? Brilliant. Then kindly shut your trap or answer my bloody question.”
France says nothing; Arthur nearly gives up to go ask Prussia instead. “It could be arranged.” He concedes, grudgingly. “But first tell me this. Why go to him“Because his magic is the same as mine, and even if he doesn’t have to books, his input will increase our odds significantly.” Arthur meets and matches France’s gaze. “I can’t do this on my own, Francis. Not in time. Please ( ... )
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“You can be there for him.” England seems so very small, standing alone in the middle of the cloud of faerie lights. “Even if he’s not quite the Alfred you knew, you still know him better than anyone here. Even me.”
“And Francis’ll be going with him, so it’s not like they’ll be unsupervised or anything.”
Matthew takes a shaky breath. “Just… You have to get him home. It can’t happen agai-“ His eyes blow wide and he turns very pale. “Oh God, he’s waking up. I- I can’t… I-“ Colombia stands and moves out of the room so quickly that his bear is left behind on the floor with pieces of his shirt in its claws. The front door opens and closes with a crash ( ... )
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“Well, yes. Our citizens... are our very existence. I have an equivalent here, so I’ll be weaker, but I’m not cut off... Being cut off is...” And oh, America is scared, his hands shaking and his eyes wide. England suspects that on a deep, subconscious level America knows what’s happening to him. “Being totally without the support of human citizens... It’s like having terminal cancer for us. It’s lethal.”
“What?” Alfred gasps. “No. I- You can’t... mean that I’m...”
“I’m sorry, Alfred. I’m so sorry.” Alfred shakes his head, and Arthur lays a hand against his cheek. Alfred shakes, his breathing ragged.
The bedroom door opens slowly, and Colombia slips into the room. He joins England, taking hold of America’s hand. He doesn’t seem capable of speech. Alfred looks between his alternate twin and his former guardian, looks down at the blankets of Colombia’s bed and quietly says five words that shatter Arthur’s heart into millions of razor-sharp shards.
“I don’t want to die.”
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Does this count as ( ... )
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<3
I love you, Anon. :D
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The ending to this part doesn't feel very cliffhanger-like, but it sure is gut-wrenching. Heck, reading about EVERYONE is gut-wrenching. England, Colombia and America for obvious reasons, but France and Prussia, too. Everyone's so tense! AAAARRRGH.
I can't wait to see how Colombia would react when/if England and America manages to go back, though. Gosh I hope the boy gets some closure. :'(
Keep up the awesome!
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*pulls Author!anon out of emo corner*
*hands AA a cookie*
You are amazing. :]
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Oh man I can't wait for the next chapter. Great Britains reaction... And Yay! France and Norway to the rescue!
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I have no words. The end bit, with America admitting that he doesn't want to die, totally broke my heart. Into about a bazillion pieces.
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Warnings for YMMV, tooth-rotting sappiness in this first section.
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I can’t do this. Colombia thinks to himself for the umpteenth time in the last twenty four-odd hours. Once again, his brother is dying. Once again, there is nothing Matthew can do to save him. This first time had been quick, at the end. This time won’t be. He remembers, in retrospect, how Gilbert had grown weaker and weaker after the Second World War ended. Once, when they were both rather drunk, Germany had confided in Colombia that Prussia had, in fact, been weakening throughout the entire war. The official dissolution of Gilbert’s country by the Allies had only sped it up. As unfortunate as the Berlin Wall and the Iron Curtain had been, there had been the unexpected positive of allowing Germany to give his brother a population to represent. And just in time, too. Gilbert came closer than any of his friends will admit to fading away into nothing ( ... )
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