US/UK – Everyone believing that Arthur’s dead
anonymous
March 30 2011, 02:49:11 UTC
England has gone missing due to some form of accident (ie; plane crash, terrorist attack, etc) and everyone thinks he’s dead. They all go through a period of mourning and grieving and self-pity, thinking things like ‘maybe I should have been nicer to him’ etc. America is the worst hit and is rightly devastated. However, just as everyone is getting ready to prepare a memorial and such, Arthur turns up, looking as if he’s been to hell and back, but he’s alive!
Lots of tears and heart wrenching stuff with a gloriously fluffy ending, please.
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anonymous
April 1 2011, 17:30:08 UTC
Thank you all for such kind words of encouragement! I hope I don't disappoint! Btw Wales is "William Kirkland". I just like the name William is all. Please enjoy!Alfred’s head was swimming
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anonymous
April 1 2011, 17:31:29 UTC
“I haven’t seen you in person for four months,” Alfred would have explained, kissing each eyebrow. “I’m just trying to get my fill of you before you leave again.”
“I’m here for five days,” Arthur would have replied, but his knees would be buckling at his touch. “Can we at least eat so we have the energy to shag properly?”
And Alfred would have laughed.“He looks peaceful,” a voice said above him. Alfred didn’t even realize that he had closed his eyes; he imagined he must still look asleep. The voice was soft and hoarse, and somewhat familiar. It had the same clipped accent that Arthur did
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anonymous
April 1 2011, 17:32:40 UTC
“What was that?” Alfred demanded, and Matthew offered him a weak smile.
“Fever reducing medicine,” he explained. “You got sick. You weren’t the only person who got sick, but I think-I think the news set you over the edge. You’ve been feverish the last few days.”
“Feverish?” Alfred echoed. He placed a hand on his forehead, he was feeling a bit dizzy.
“You were... you were also having fits,” Matthew explained, lowering his voice. William was still leaning against the doorway, Francis beside him. “This is the first time you’ve spoken to us coherently.”
“Kiku came all this way to see you, you know,” Francis offered, and Alfred glanced his eyes towards Francis. “He’s not in the greatest condition, but when he heard what happened, and that you’d... taken ill-“
“Where is he?” Alfred interrupted, just as Matthew was shooting Francis a death glare.
“He’s in the other room, shall I send him in? He’s quite worried about you.”
“Okay,” Alfred answered, and Matthew turned back to Alfred, crestfallen. The normal Alfred, the real Alfred
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anonymous
April 1 2011, 17:33:08 UTC
“I’m...” he trailed off, unsure of how he was. He felt hollow and empty, as if someone drained every ounce of life from his limbs. His brain was fuzzy with medicine and confusion, and his chest all the way down to his gut ached. He felt terrible.
Denial. The word stained his brain.
Arthur cannot be dead. He’s the British Empire. An empire doesn’t-doesn’t just-“It does,” Alfred murmured to himself
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anonymous
April 1 2011, 19:19:37 UTC
Agreeing with anon-reviewer before me - both about not being able to handle it if Artie were really dead (gahhh... still sobbing anyway) as well as expressing deep empathy on the papers. Do well! You can do it!
;_; No, I’m not crying...Ijusthavesomethinginmyeye! -sniffle-
I don’t know how to live without Arthur, Kiku. I never thought I would have to try.
Ok, I bawled at that. What Alfred and the others are going through I can only wish I do not experience in real life. It’s just...no words, anon. This is heartbreakingly beautiful, no question about it. I NEED to read more now~
I also wish you luck with your papers~ You’ll do fine <3
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anonymous
April 4 2011, 18:43:21 UTC
I apologize for how dry this chapter is. I just had to put some stuff in there to set up some future heart-wrenching scenes. This is turning out to be much longer than I expected! Thank you all for your encouragement. Btw, Northern Ireland is Madailéin Mackay and Ireland is Mícheál Mac Cnáimhín. They're fraternal twins, and related to the Kirklands. Hooray!“We finally got the phone lines working,” Ludwig announced as Matthew entered the room. Logan was sitting across from Ludwig at the table, legs crossed, looking the worse for wear, as usual
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anonymous
April 4 2011, 18:45:28 UTC
“So, Maddy asked me if... if the rumors she heard were true,” Logan explained. “If Arthur... If he was truly gone.” The other two remained silent. “She wants to come to the house with us. Her and Mícheál
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anonymous
April 4 2011, 18:48:33 UTC
“I don’t need anything from you,” Alfred said, taking a shaky step forward. (It was taking all his strength not to collapse to the floor with every passing moment.) “I’m fine, you need my strength, and I want to find Arthur-“
“You are grief struck and in denial,” Logan called from the other side of the room. Ludwig glanced over his shoulder in surprise. Alfred remained where he was. “You’re sick, you’re heartbroken, and you are grieving, lad. You are in no condition to do anything right now. You would just slow us down.”
“I am not in denial, you said it yourself, maybe you can find clues
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Lots of tears and heart wrenching stuff with a gloriously fluffy ending, please.
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I love the emotions you convey! I can't wait for an update!
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“I’m here for five days,” Arthur would have replied, but his knees would be buckling at his touch. “Can we at least eat so we have the energy to shag properly?”
And Alfred would have laughed.“He looks peaceful,” a voice said above him. Alfred didn’t even realize that he had closed his eyes; he imagined he must still look asleep. The voice was soft and hoarse, and somewhat familiar. It had the same clipped accent that Arthur did ( ... )
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“What was that?” Alfred demanded, and Matthew offered him a weak smile.
“Fever reducing medicine,” he explained. “You got sick. You weren’t the only person who got sick, but I think-I think the news set you over the edge. You’ve been feverish the last few days.”
“Feverish?” Alfred echoed. He placed a hand on his forehead, he was feeling a bit dizzy.
“You were... you were also having fits,” Matthew explained, lowering his voice. William was still leaning against the doorway, Francis beside him. “This is the first time you’ve spoken to us coherently.”
“Kiku came all this way to see you, you know,” Francis offered, and Alfred glanced his eyes towards Francis. “He’s not in the greatest condition, but when he heard what happened, and that you’d... taken ill-“
“Where is he?” Alfred interrupted, just as Matthew was shooting Francis a death glare.
“He’s in the other room, shall I send him in? He’s quite worried about you.”
“Okay,” Alfred answered, and Matthew turned back to Alfred, crestfallen. The normal Alfred, the real Alfred ( ... )
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“I’m...” he trailed off, unsure of how he was. He felt hollow and empty, as if someone drained every ounce of life from his limbs. His brain was fuzzy with medicine and confusion, and his chest all the way down to his gut ached. He felt terrible.
Denial. The word stained his brain.
Arthur cannot be dead. He’s the British Empire. An empire doesn’t-doesn’t just-“It does,” Alfred murmured to himself ( ... )
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... and then please write more I'm BREAKING here.
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I don’t know how to live without Arthur, Kiku. I never thought I would have to try.
Ok, I bawled at that. What Alfred and the others are going through I can only wish I do not experience in real life. It’s just...no words, anon. This is heartbreakingly beautiful, no question about it. I NEED to read more now~
I also wish you luck with your papers~ You’ll do fine <3
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Keep up the good work when you can!
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“You are grief struck and in denial,” Logan called from the other side of the room. Ludwig glanced over his shoulder in surprise. Alfred remained where he was. “You’re sick, you’re heartbroken, and you are grieving, lad. You are in no condition to do anything right now. You would just slow us down.”
“I am not in denial, you said it yourself, maybe you can find clues ( ... )
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