He’s fallen asleep again - arms nestling his head, burly jacket rumpled over his large frame -
Go back to work.
But I can’t.
Another glance, please, his way. Still asleep, quiet (unusual), no one really pays mind. I turn my head back, look down to the granite-coloured table before me
( ... )
[Part 2] UK-->US, UK obsesses and rapes US – Listen (2/5)
anonymous
June 21 2011, 02:09:19 UTC
two. records.
“Wh-Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You’re too controlling! What’s with these things anyway?!” America tosses my sheets - records - across my desk and study. Picks one up, “‘Obedience?’” and tosses it. “‘With others!’” Tosses, steps on. “‘Visits me!’” Rips in half and the pieces land to the floor. “‘Eats my food,’ ‘sleeps with me,’ ‘does his work,’ ‘plays video games,’ ‘eats hamburgers,’ ‘has coffee,’ ‘smiles at me,’ ‘falls asleep during meetings’ - seriously, England! What the hell are these?!” His face is so red, heated and angry. My poor child
( ... )
[Part 2] UK-->US, UK obsesses and rapes US – Listen (4/5)
anonymous
June 21 2011, 02:12:01 UTC
four. idiot.
“A-America,” I fumble, tugging the sleeves of my grey suit. “D-Do you mind i-if we take a walk? Eat together? M-Maybe you can come visit me too…”
“Huh?” He blinks his cerulean eyes at me, swallows a bite of his hamburger, and smiles. “Aww, of course, England! Lemme finish my snack with Canadia here.”
“It’s Canada,” a small voice mutters.
“Ah - oh - oh, sure.” I blush, cringe, and briskly walk away. I blink to retain my tears.
Idiot.
I grab a wall to stabilize my quaking legs.
I-Idiot.
Listen to me. You’re not supposed to be with someone else. No no no. You can’t.
Re: [Part 2] UK-->US, UK obsesses and rapes US – Listen (5/5)
anonymous
June 24 2011, 07:20:27 UTC
I love this fic so much. It works so well on so many different levels. The portrayal of England's thought process is amazing. I love the lists, how England says he'll throw them away when he has no intention of doing so. I just, I don't know. I can't even pinpoint exactly what I love about this so much because it's all so wonderful.
I hope one day you deanon because I am incredibly eager to read more of your writing.
Thank you anons so much for reading and commenting. I wasn't too confident in this fill, but I do like how I portrayed England's OCD with records and lists.
I have been debating on de-anoning, but it's leaning more towards 'yes' if you anons would like to read more. Thank you so much.
Oh yes, please do deanon! I'm really bad at keeping up with the main Hetalia comm, but I'm always checking the USUK comm, so if you post it there I will be sure to see it. I eagerly await reading more from you if you do decide to deanon!
Warning: rape/noncon
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one. after a talk.
He’s fallen asleep again - arms nestling his head, burly jacket rumpled over his large frame -
Go back to work.
But I can’t.
Another glance, please, his way. Still asleep, quiet (unusual), no one really pays mind. I turn my head back, look down to the granite-coloured table before me ( ... )
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“Wh-Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You’re too controlling! What’s with these things anyway?!” America tosses my sheets - records - across my desk and study. Picks one up, “‘Obedience?’” and tosses it. “‘With others!’” Tosses, steps on. “‘Visits me!’” Rips in half and the pieces land to the floor. “‘Eats my food,’ ‘sleeps with me,’ ‘does his work,’ ‘plays video games,’ ‘eats hamburgers,’ ‘has coffee,’ ‘smiles at me,’ ‘falls asleep during meetings’ - seriously, England! What the hell are these?!” His face is so red, heated and angry. My poor child ( ... )
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America is going to get fat.
America might get behind in his work.
America is playing too many video games,
America needs to spend more time with me.
America should eat more of my food.
America needs to be cuter.
America should stop drinking awful coffee.
America should take more walks with me.
America should hug me.
America should kiss me.
America should have sex with me.
America should listen to me.
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“A-America,” I fumble, tugging the sleeves of my grey suit. “D-Do you mind i-if we take a walk? Eat together? M-Maybe you can come visit me too…”
“Huh?” He blinks his cerulean eyes at me, swallows a bite of his hamburger, and smiles. “Aww, of course, England! Lemme finish my snack with Canadia here.”
“It’s Canada,” a small voice mutters.
“Ah - oh - oh, sure.” I blush, cringe, and briskly walk away. I blink to retain my tears.
Idiot.
I grab a wall to stabilize my quaking legs.
I-Idiot.
Listen to me. You’re not supposed to be with someone else. No no no. You can’t.
I grind my teeth and grimace.
Idiot.
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I hope one day you deanon because I am incredibly eager to read more of your writing.
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I have been debating on de-anoning, but it's leaning more towards 'yes' if you anons would like to read more. Thank you so much.
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