USUK- Loosing A Colony Really Hurts
anonymous
October 16 2010, 01:26:45 UTC
Annoyed that yet again England hasn't come to his birthday party, America goes looking for him... Only to find England in agonising pain that lasts the whole of the 4th of July but stops the moment it becomes the 5th. England refuses to explain but when America does some digging he discovers that this is something that happens to all ex-colonisers on the anniversaries of their colonies' independence. Their colonies leaving feels like they're having bits of themselves amputated. The next anniversary of an independence, America shows up and major comforting ensues.
Bonus: The reason England never told America is because he doesn't want to spoil his birthday. Bonus2: Other ex-colonies find out, having never been told about this before.
Weep, Little Lion Man 1a/?
anonymous
December 13 2010, 18:32:38 UTC
“Oh Artie it’s my birthday next week and of course all people must attend the Hero’s birthday next week you know that right?”
“I’d have preferred a more warm greeting over the phone than random babble.”
“Yeah, yeah, old man, but you totally can’t resist coming this year right because they’ll be awesome cake and awesome fireworks and you’ll be such a loser to miss all that right?”
“Promising me with ‘fireworks’ and ‘cake’ is not going to make me feel anymore obliged to go.”
“.. So are you coming?”
“No.”
“But Ar-“
“DO NOT try and whine at me again. I’ve never even attended any of your blasted birthday parties; what makes you think I’m going to start now?”
“--There’s no reason for you not to come! Why are you always such an ass about this? It was years ago!”
“I’m not talking about this anymore.”
“… Arthur? … England? … You goddamn moron of a limey bastard don’t hang up on me!-“He didn’t need him. No siree
( ... )
Re: Weep, Little Lion Man 1b/?
anonymous
December 13 2010, 18:37:16 UTC
Whenever there was some sort of international convention, the majority of nations visiting remained at one hotel together. It probably wasn’t the best idea in terms of world relations, but it had to do in these times of recession and price cuts, even if they were the nations.
Relaying back with no answer to a phone call made from the reception desk, Alfred grumbled and made his way up to the room. Spain nudged past him on the way, blinking for a moment.
“Amigo, why are you not at your own fiestaAlfred didn’t even turn around
( ... )
Awesome!!
anonymous
December 13 2010, 20:39:52 UTC
This idea intrigued me, but the way you wrote it was just.. uwaaa~! -fangirls- Too awesome for words! Anon, this is something that I hope you update very quickly!! :'3
Al? Try to use stuff like.. hmm.... I don't take America as being too improper, so use things like contractions in his speech; Americans have a fondness for shortening words and the such. He's very blunt, and not all too proper.. Don't worry, though! Your America is really good for a non-native! (This advice was useless.. But keep up the awesome work, anon!) (~ = ω=)~
Weep, Little Lion Man 2b/?
anonymous
December 16 2010, 19:19:31 UTC
“…A-Arthur…!?”
The room was dark. Curtains were drawn, thrown tightly shut. Clothes were scattered carelessly on the floor, highly unusual for someone as pristine as Arthur. A mug was left, the tea gone cold, on the bedside table.
In the middle of the room was a bed.
The covers were rolled up on in themselves, a mound in the middle of the mattress.
There was a body.
Alfred’s eyes widened.
“…A-Arthur!”
He rushed into the room, stumbling over his own feet. The figure lay there, curled up upon himself. His hair was mussed, as though he’d been tossing and turning, and his skin was pale. It glistened slightly, as though he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
America didn’t know what to do. As soon as his eyes had rest on the lump all sense of responsibility and maturity had left him. Something was wrong with Arthur
( ... )
Weep, Little Lion Man 2c/?
anonymous
December 16 2010, 19:20:46 UTC
“..W-what? N-No, Arthur, there’s something so wrong with you and I can’t leave-“ He was up onto his feet by now, having to take some effort from his knees shaking. There was something stopping him from moving closer to the Briton in question. “-And I need to help and-“
“move or i’ll do it myself.”
Alfred didn’t move.
Arthur’s expression grew dangerous. With a small, small whimper which he desperately held back against his throat, England staggered onto his feet. He was slow, his footsteps swinging almost in clockwork till he reached the other.
Alfred remained frozen.
“Arthur-“
“go.”
The smaller nation kept his head low, silently, successfully, pushing the other towards the door. It was meant to be forceful yet he doubted he could lift a book with that strength. However, it managed to work Alfred and nudge him back towards the door due to being simply too astounded and scared to do anything. His eyes were wide, his mouth gaped open, pupils shook, and he was unable to simply comprehend what he was seeing; He did notice, though
( ... )
Re: Weep, Little Lion Man 2c/?
anonymous
December 17 2010, 01:04:38 UTC
Oh, God, limping and with a bad arm? America hurt England a lot, didn't he? This is going wonderfully and I'm really interested to see how you are going to make the story unravel.
Weep, Little Lion Man 3a/?
anonymous
January 4 2011, 21:33:29 UTC
It was dusk. The sun was sinking slowly below the horizon, shadows casting longingly across the street corners. Houses were lit up in anticipation of the day, crowds gathered in each house. Laughter spilled out from the doorways, smiles and joy radiating through the buildings.
Outside, it was silent. Except for the panting of a lone individual, speeding through the streets as though he was running away from an imponderable doom. His jacket, undone in the summer night, flapped a little behind him as his steps hit the pavement. Alfred could barely see clearly through his glasses, which were sliding down his nose in his haste.
He hadn’t been aware of what he’d done after that door had closed on him. He’d felt he stood there for the longest time, staring as though he expected Arthur to open the door and appear completely fine, and start laughing in his face that he fell for it.
But he didn’t, and it wasn’t till he heard another sob did he react.
He ran.
CowardShaking his head free, he blindly turned a corner, heading back to the
( ... )
Weep, Little Lion Man 3b/?
anonymous
January 4 2011, 21:44:06 UTC
He found himself staring at the Frenchman, incredulous. Surely he must know?! Surely he would know that something as bad happened to the Briton!
Pulling in a breath, he looked incredulously at the other. “...A-Arthur-H-Hotel-h-he was l-limping and and c-crying and what happened--“ His panic bubbled into fury, his fists clenching and leaning forward towards the other, fire in his eyes.
“Something happened t-to Arthur and holy shit y-you must know what’s wrong otherwise I’ll-I-I’ll---” The words disappeared in his mouth, the chair having knocked back as he’d stood up almost as soon as he’d sat down
( ... )
Weep, Little Lion Man 4b/?
anonymous
January 22 2011, 22:47:47 UTC
He didn’t understand.
They all looked stunned. Some of the more sullen countries such as Japan and Spain looked down to the ground at the announcement, rather densely silent. Suddenly, frowns were pulled as the realisation started to sink in, lips curled back into a scowl, in shock. Voices struck suddenly harsher, raising in tense volume. Frequencies strongly read of guilt, of disgrace; of anger.
The trepidation snapped with one sentence.
“Hey, I suppose ya can’t say he didn’t deserve it, mate.”
Alfred lurched onto his feet.
His fists were clenched, and as he turned his head, his expression was burrowed downwards. His voice barely came out as a whisper, but it struck the others more than the silence that had just returned.
“Don’t say thatEveryone looked at each other, before India suddenly elbowed the others away and fought her way to the front, before Alfred. Some couldn’t quite believe that she would even try to face America when he was clearly so distressed
( ... )
Only to find England in agonising pain that lasts the whole of the 4th of July but stops the moment it becomes the 5th.
England refuses to explain but when America does some digging he discovers that this is something that happens to all ex-colonisers on the anniversaries of their colonies' independence. Their colonies leaving feels like they're having bits of themselves amputated.
The next anniversary of an independence, America shows up and major comforting ensues.
Bonus: The reason England never told America is because he doesn't want to spoil his birthday.
Bonus2: Other ex-colonies find out, having never been told about this before.
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“I’d have preferred a more warm greeting over the phone than random babble.”
“Yeah, yeah, old man, but you totally can’t resist coming this year right because they’ll be awesome cake and awesome fireworks and you’ll be such a loser to miss all that right?”
“Promising me with ‘fireworks’ and ‘cake’ is not going to make me feel anymore obliged to go.”
“.. So are you coming?”
“No.”
“But Ar-“
“DO NOT try and whine at me again. I’ve never even attended any of your blasted birthday parties; what makes you think I’m going to start now?”
“--There’s no reason for you not to come! Why are you always such an ass about this? It was years ago!”
“I’m not talking about this anymore.”
“… Arthur? … England? … You goddamn moron of a limey bastard don’t hang up on me!-“He didn’t need him. No siree ( ... )
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Relaying back with no answer to a phone call made from the reception desk, Alfred grumbled and made his way up to the room. Spain nudged past him on the way, blinking for a moment.
“Amigo, why are you not at your own fiestaAlfred didn’t even turn around ( ... )
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Al? Try to use stuff like.. hmm.... I don't take America as being too improper, so use things like contractions in his speech; Americans have a fondness for shortening words and the such. He's very blunt, and not all too proper.. Don't worry, though! Your America is really good for a non-native!
(This advice was useless.. But keep up the awesome work, anon!)
(~ = ω=)~
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The room was dark. Curtains were drawn, thrown tightly shut. Clothes were scattered carelessly on the floor, highly unusual for someone as pristine as Arthur. A mug was left, the tea gone cold, on the bedside table.
In the middle of the room was a bed.
The covers were rolled up on in themselves, a mound in the middle of the mattress.
There was a body.
Alfred’s eyes widened.
“…A-Arthur!”
He rushed into the room, stumbling over his own feet. The figure lay there, curled up upon himself. His hair was mussed, as though he’d been tossing and turning, and his skin was pale. It glistened slightly, as though he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
America didn’t know what to do. As soon as his eyes had rest on the lump all sense of responsibility and maturity had left him. Something was wrong with Arthur ( ... )
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“move or i’ll do it myself.”
Alfred didn’t move.
Arthur’s expression grew dangerous. With a small, small whimper which he desperately held back against his throat, England staggered onto his feet. He was slow, his footsteps swinging almost in clockwork till he reached the other.
Alfred remained frozen.
“Arthur-“
“go.”
The smaller nation kept his head low, silently, successfully, pushing the other towards the door. It was meant to be forceful yet he doubted he could lift a book with that strength. However, it managed to work Alfred and nudge him back towards the door due to being simply too astounded and scared to do anything. His eyes were wide, his mouth gaped open, pupils shook, and he was unable to simply comprehend what he was seeing; He did notice, though ( ... )
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Great job, A!A
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Outside, it was silent. Except for the panting of a lone individual, speeding through the streets as though he was running away from an imponderable doom. His jacket, undone in the summer night, flapped a little behind him as his steps hit the pavement. Alfred could barely see clearly through his glasses, which were sliding down his nose in his haste.
He hadn’t been aware of what he’d done after that door had closed on him. He’d felt he stood there for the longest time, staring as though he expected Arthur to open the door and appear completely fine, and start laughing in his face that he fell for it.
But he didn’t, and it wasn’t till he heard another sob did he react.
He ran.
CowardShaking his head free, he blindly turned a corner, heading back to the ( ... )
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Pulling in a breath, he looked incredulously at the other. “...A-Arthur-H-Hotel-h-he was l-limping and and c-crying and what happened--“ His panic bubbled into fury, his fists clenching and leaning forward towards the other, fire in his eyes.
“Something happened t-to Arthur and holy shit y-you must know what’s wrong otherwise I’ll-I-I’ll---” The words disappeared in his mouth, the chair having knocked back as he’d stood up almost as soon as he’d sat down ( ... )
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This is beautiful
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They all looked stunned. Some of the more sullen countries such as Japan and Spain looked down to the ground at the announcement, rather densely silent. Suddenly, frowns were pulled as the realisation started to sink in, lips curled back into a scowl, in shock. Voices struck suddenly harsher, raising in tense volume. Frequencies strongly read of guilt, of disgrace; of anger.
The trepidation snapped with one sentence.
“Hey, I suppose ya can’t say he didn’t deserve it, mate.”
Alfred lurched onto his feet.
His fists were clenched, and as he turned his head, his expression was burrowed downwards. His voice barely came out as a whisper, but it struck the others more than the silence that had just returned.
“Don’t say thatEveryone looked at each other, before India suddenly elbowed the others away and fought her way to the front, before Alfred. Some couldn’t quite believe that she would even try to face America when he was clearly so distressed ( ... )
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