Good grief, was it just me or did that last Past-Part Fills section fill up super fast? Sorry this is so scattered, guys. If, er, anyone's with me still.
Mongoose - Chapter 9A
anonymous
December 27 2010, 08:34:42 UTC
October 18 Monday, 10:02 p.m.
He watches Alfred at the sink and thinks about what it would take to make a loan shark double a commission without request. The list is so short that Russia has to go over it multiple times, considering every item from multiple angles and with pinches and pinches of salt. For Yao, clearing a debt is simple enough; to pay double the commission means he’ll be handing over money on top of that, and that’s not so simple. The job has changed somehow with the addition of Alfred.
There’s still a part of Russia that insists he doesn’t need to know-even before, in his former profession, he hadn’t been someone to know things-but perhaps that is the problem. Now, Russia has the luxury of asking. Now, Russia wants to know why he must do the things asked of him
( ... )
Mongoose - Chapter 9B
anonymous
December 27 2010, 08:37:31 UTC
Russia considers him, but believes it to be true. He twists the four-winged faucet at the end of his pipe absentmindedly-then there’s no personal connection, at least that Alfred knows of-and picks his next words with less care. “Do you have any idea of why a loan shark would be more interested in you than your brother
( ... )
Mongoose - Chapter 9D
anonymous
December 27 2010, 09:15:19 UTC
Surprisingly, Alfred’s quiet for a while. He rests his cheek against the leather of the seat and the vibration of the vehicle beneath him, and Russia watches that, too, in the mirror when it suits him.
“I’m hungry,” is what he finally says.
Russia shakes his head. “We aren’t eating today. You’ll be home by tonight; save the room in your stomach until then.”
“Until tonight? I might die of starvation by then.” Alfred sighs loudly. “We can’t even pass through a McDonald’s? I like Mickey D’s. Big, juicy hamburgers and McMuffins, cup of coffee…”
“No.”
“You’re the worst conversationalist I’ve ever met,” Alfred tells him, punctuating it with a kick to the back of his seat. “And the worst kidnapper. And the worst sandwich maker, ever “You put value into the strangest skills
( ... )
Mongoose - Chapter 9E
anonymous
December 27 2010, 09:39:38 UTC
October 18 Tuesday, 9:08 a.m.
Alfred’s gazing out of the window, having hefted himself up against the car door in something more like a sitting position. He’s been that way for the past half hour, and Russia’s gotten out the map twice to make sure he’s still on route to Tillamook Bay. They’re traveling along the ocean, but he doesn’t want to make any mistakes-being late for a meeting with Yao Wang would no doubt be an ill-advised idea.
It looks like it might rain.
When Alfred does stir and speak again, it’s not easy to hear. Russia thinks that he may be talking to himself, though it’s difficult to tell.
“I bet Dad’s gonna be really pissed off,” he says. “If he isn’t already.”
“Oh?” Russia asks.
“He’ll pay the ransom. But I’ll never hear the end of it. He’ll keep ragging on me for weeks after this, y’know? How I’ve just wasted so many of his assets by getting myself kidnapped, and how I can’t be like my brother, not that being Matthew would’ve helped me much in this kinda situation. I mean, what did you think?
( ... )
Re: Mongoose - Chapter 9E
anonymous
December 27 2010, 11:14:38 UTC
O.O Oh wow an update! I've been following this fill since it updated so yeah, I'll be following till the end no matter how long it takes though hopefully not that long...;]s
Anyway, the mystery with Alfred thickens! *Dum-Dum-Dummm*
Re: Mongoose - Chapter 9E
anonymous
December 27 2010, 21:37:30 UTC
OMG. *squeals* I love this fills so yeah I get super excited every time I see this updated. :)
Got to wonder why Yao wants Alfred so bad. Even more than that, I've got to wonder if Alfred really would make it back alive if Ivan gave him to Yao. Don't do it Ivan.
Re: Mongoose - Chapter 9E
anonymous
December 28 2010, 01:28:25 UTC
Goodness Gracious, your dialogue is so terrific! It just makes the characters so real--and Alfred being afraid of ghosts still oh *heart breaks* Your characterization of Ivan is so fascinating--I'm sure I've said that before...but he's so surprisingly human, it's really refreshing :)
Re: Mongoose - Chapter 9E
anonymous
December 28 2010, 19:41:50 UTC
Hooraaaaaay! I was so excited to check the story this morning and see that it'd been updated! *dances* Lovely dialogue, lovely plot, and I can't wait to see the action!
I'm glad somebody is making progress on those damn grad school applications.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry this took me so long to get to. Seriously though so much love for this. I am beyond ecstatic to see more.
The growing..."relationship" between Russia and Alfred. The more glimpses into Alfred's past. Just everything about this fic makes me so happy I can't stand it.
Can't wait for more though take it easy and don't push too hard...real life must always come first even if you do want to push it off a cliff half the time... ;-)
Mongoose - Chapter 10A
anonymous
February 12 2011, 18:08:13 UTC
October 18 Tuesday, 10:54 a.m.They pull into Tillamook Bay six minutes ‘til eleven, plenty of time to make it to the only fishery in town. Russia keeps the car at a crawl, scanning the empty docks in speculation. It’s off-season for tourists and the rain has started to come down in torrents, but even so, he expects to see more life than he does. Litter and sea salt crush the color in the sidewalks, wary proof of inhabitance. A teenage girl on the street corner is trying to light a cigarette, her nails stained. Alfred takes one look out the window and asks why bad guys always have to pick secret meeting places at a bonafide dump
( ... )
Mongoose - Chapter 10B
anonymous
February 12 2011, 18:15:53 UTC
October 18 Tuesday, 11:22 a.m. Within the fishery walls, the sound of the rain is thunderous against the roof; nature is waging war on her sovereigns. The Asian leads them through the corridor, past a break room with a hollow water cooler and a coffee machine blinking a red light, on and off, on and off. Past a storage closet that’s been looted and slept in, then left behind, the sleeping bag set upon like a carcass by decay. They go up a flight of stairs and Alfred stumbles over his own toes more than once. There’s nothing that Russia can say to him, so he remains silent
( ... )
Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32285253#t32285253
Prologue to Chapter 3D: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32285253#t32285253
Chapter 4: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=37772069#t37772069
Chapter 5-7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=40786841
Chapter 8: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=58927929#t58927929
Good grief, was it just me or did that last Past-Part Fills section fill up super fast? Sorry this is so scattered, guys. If, er, anyone's with me still.
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Monday, 10:02 p.m.
He watches Alfred at the sink and thinks about what it would take to make a loan shark double a commission without request. The list is so short that Russia has to go over it multiple times, considering every item from multiple angles and with pinches and pinches of salt. For Yao, clearing a debt is simple enough; to pay double the commission means he’ll be handing over money on top of that, and that’s not so simple. The job has changed somehow with the addition of Alfred.
There’s still a part of Russia that insists he doesn’t need to know-even before, in his former profession, he hadn’t been someone to know things-but perhaps that is the problem. Now, Russia has the luxury of asking. Now, Russia wants to know why he must do the things asked of him ( ... )
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Tuesday, 7:31 a.m.
“I hate this fucking bag,” Alfred says in the backseat of the car. “It’s stupid and smells like lunch meat now ( ... )
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“I’m hungry,” is what he finally says.
Russia shakes his head. “We aren’t eating today. You’ll be home by tonight; save the room in your stomach until then.”
“Until tonight? I might die of starvation by then.” Alfred sighs loudly. “We can’t even pass through a McDonald’s? I like Mickey D’s. Big, juicy hamburgers and McMuffins, cup of coffee…”
“No.”
“You’re the worst conversationalist I’ve ever met,” Alfred tells him, punctuating it with a kick to the back of his seat. “And the worst kidnapper. And the worst sandwich maker, ever “You put value into the strangest skills ( ... )
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Tuesday, 9:08 a.m.
Alfred’s gazing out of the window, having hefted himself up against the car door in something more like a sitting position. He’s been that way for the past half hour, and Russia’s gotten out the map twice to make sure he’s still on route to Tillamook Bay. They’re traveling along the ocean, but he doesn’t want to make any mistakes-being late for a meeting with Yao Wang would no doubt be an ill-advised idea.
It looks like it might rain.
When Alfred does stir and speak again, it’s not easy to hear. Russia thinks that he may be talking to himself, though it’s difficult to tell.
“I bet Dad’s gonna be really pissed off,” he says. “If he isn’t already.”
“Oh?” Russia asks.
“He’ll pay the ransom. But I’ll never hear the end of it. He’ll keep ragging on me for weeks after this, y’know? How I’ve just wasted so many of his assets by getting myself kidnapped, and how I can’t be like my brother, not that being Matthew would’ve helped me much in this kinda situation. I mean, what did you think? ( ... )
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Anyway, the mystery with Alfred thickens! *Dum-Dum-Dummm*
Also, yay for action scenes and guns. :]
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Got to wonder why Yao wants Alfred so bad. Even more than that, I've got to wonder if Alfred really would make it back alive if Ivan gave him to Yao. Don't do it Ivan.
Also super yay for guns and stuff coming up!
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I am still in love with your writing and though I liked the alone time these two had I squueee at the thought of actual action :)
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It just makes the characters so real--and Alfred being afraid of ghosts still oh *heart breaks*
Your characterization of Ivan is so fascinating--I'm sure I've said that before...but he's so surprisingly human, it's really refreshing :)
Such a great story, loving the update!
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And, of course, a general "yay" for this being updated!
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I'm glad somebody is making progress on those damn grad school applications.
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The growing..."relationship" between Russia and Alfred. The more glimpses into Alfred's past. Just everything about this fic makes me so happy I can't stand it.
Can't wait for more though take it easy and don't push too hard...real life must always come first even if you do want to push it off a cliff half the time... ;-)
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Tuesday, 10:54 a.m.They pull into Tillamook Bay six minutes ‘til eleven, plenty of time to make it to the only fishery in town. Russia keeps the car at a crawl, scanning the empty docks in speculation. It’s off-season for tourists and the rain has started to come down in torrents, but even so, he expects to see more life than he does. Litter and sea salt crush the color in the sidewalks, wary proof of inhabitance. A teenage girl on the street corner is trying to light a cigarette, her nails stained. Alfred takes one look out the window and asks why bad guys always have to pick secret meeting places at a bonafide dump ( ... )
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Tuesday, 11:22 a.m. Within the fishery walls, the sound of the rain is thunderous against the roof; nature is waging war on her sovereigns. The Asian leads them through the corridor, past a break room with a hollow water cooler and a coffee machine blinking a red light, on and off, on and off. Past a storage closet that’s been looted and slept in, then left behind, the sleeping bag set upon like a carcass by decay. They go up a flight of stairs and Alfred stumbles over his own toes more than once. There’s nothing that Russia can say to him, so he remains silent ( ... )
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