After World War Two (and after being pretty much shipped by good ol' Churchill) America decides it's time to let England know how he feels about him. It's a big mistake, because England turns him down. America keeps trying, England keeps refusing, but it's not because he outright doesn't like America- it's because every time America confesses it sounds like a joke, and part of England doesn't believe America because he doesn't think he's lovable. Happy ending not required, but it would be nice. <3
Bonus 1- America's innocent attempts to tell England how he feels turn into complete cracky disasters. Appearances of France trying to fix everything but just making it worse optional. Bonus 2- Not too much angst. 'Cause low self esteem is angsty enough!Anyway, please enjoy
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Re: Part VII, cont. and notes
anonymous
November 30 2011, 22:17:54 UTC
Except Russia. “I would like a bomb!”
“No, you wouldn’t,” America says. “Trust me.”
I love how you maintained the serious tone but sprinkled it with humor and all the nations were totally in character. I loved Russia braiding Poland's hair (oh Russia). Alfred was also very romantic in this and Arthur's stubborness was perfectly expressed. And France, how I love him so.
Re: Part VII, cont. and notes
anonymous
December 1 2011, 13:37:35 UTC
I want to start by saying that I love this fanfic and this part was great. It was just like reading the hetalia webcomic. Goes to show you're multitalented and can write many different genres (including comedy) with success
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Author anon here
anonymous
December 2 2011, 01:30:52 UTC
Oh goodness, thank you for taking the time to leave such a long comment. I had several reservations about this chapter, most of which you hit right on the head. Thank you for your compliments and thank you for being so kind in your concrit
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Re: Author anon here
anonymous
December 2 2011, 12:55:58 UTC
I'm glad to hear that. I was afraid you were catering more to the readers than what you had started out with. And yes, I admit that you only wrote Arthur up until this chapter and the shift in narrative would definitely make this part seem a bit different. I also acknowledge how hard it is to balance seriousness with hetalia's comedy (I've been planning to write something for a while and realized I will struggle with the same thing you did this chapter in the fanfic because I want it to be likeable and fun at parts but also cover very serious episodes in history).
So, I think rather than being disappointed I was more confused when I read this part because it was so different. I'm glad we're shifting back to Arthur's perspective and more serious topics just because it'll bridge what happened so far... but I definitely would love it if you took a stab at humour/crack in another fanfic. Well, I'd probably stalk anything you read. /Planning to de-anon, after? *teary, hopeful eyes*
Author anon again
anonymous
December 2 2011, 22:33:50 UTC
Good luck on your story! I'm sure it will be great. : )
And, aw, thank you! I am planning to de-anon after...I would love to stay in touch with everyone when this story is finished! I was a little intimidated at first about participating in a new fandom (especially one that's as large and established as Hetalia's) but everyone's been so nice and encouraging. : ) I feel like a kid at school: "Please sign my yearbook! Please don't forget about me over summer break!" Haha <3
Re: Author anon again
anonymous
December 3 2011, 00:24:22 UTC
Were I to finally write this fanfic (I've been planning it for 2 months now but alas, university gets in the way), it would be my first time participating in the immense fandom as well!
I would very much love to keep in touch, if it's possible. :)
Part VIII
anonymous
December 21 2011, 08:14:55 UTC
London Bridge - Part VIII
Every time Arthur visits Westminster Abbey - damaged during the war but still so beautiful to him - he learns something new about himself. Today, he realizes he has always taken great comfort in the company of the dead. Dead men tell no tales, nor do they need to. Arthur remembers everything.
He walks past the tomb of The Unknown Warrior and pauses to say a prayer, as he always does when he visits the abbey. He remembers: Once a body had been selected to represent all his unknown dead (“General Wyatt, would you be so kind as to choose which boy it is to be? I...I cannot bring myself to do it. He gave himself up for me and yet I cannot even do this for him. Silly, isn’t it?”), he stayed by his brave soldier’s side throughout the long journey home from France.
He walks and remembers, feels the hum of the past thrum louder with each step.
I think you live too much in the past, old man, Steven had said, and God help him, but it’s true. The older he gets, the greater the shadow his past casts over his present
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Part VIII, cont.
anonymous
December 21 2011, 08:18:21 UTC
It is a quiet Thursday afternoon, a rather uneventful time in the life of a church. Fashionable footsteps easily clip through the silence.
“And you call me vain, Angleterre,” Francis says, coming into view. He sighs dramatically, as though he has spent hours looking for Arthur, though in reality the abbey was the first place he thought to look. “To spend so much time in a place like this, it is like looking in a mirror, non?”
“It was simply a quiet place to get away from all that ridiculous nonsense, and it wasn’t too far a walk from the Hall,” Arthur says.
Francis inclines his head forward, raises his eyebrows. “I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid.” He knows this is Arthur’s favorite place to think, his first refuge when he is upset about something.
What’s more, Arthur knows that he knows this. He frowns and looks away, pulls his pea coat tighter around his body. “I’m surprised you didn’t burst into flames upon stepping foot in here,” he mutters. “It is a church, after all
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Part VIII, cont.
anonymous
December 21 2011, 08:21:31 UTC
Francis places a hand over his heart. “I am all astonishment, Angleterre! Surely if the two of us are not friends by now, then what are we?”
Arthur rubs his eyes. “You are like a disease to me, one I cannot find the cure to.”
“What about you and Port?”
“That is merely political. The enemy of my enemy and what-have-you.”
“And your Commonwealth?”
“They all respect me, I think, but they don’t...that is to say, I do not believe…” Angrily, Arthur turns to look at him. Francis always did have a sneaky way of drawing things from him, things he had never intended to reveal. “Now see here, frog! Just what are you trying to - ”
“And Amérique?”
Arthur opens his mouth to speak, but no words come.
Never have I from the first, Dickens whispers from the Poets’ Corner, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.
Arthur shakes his head.
For I, not daring to love, in my inadequateness, Chaucer echoes,
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Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 21 2011, 08:33:12 UTC
Preview for Part IX: We’re gonna party like it’s 1066! (/*<*)/ Also, while we’re at it, here’s some baby!England: http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwfbva44S21qfj5h7.gif (Why do I love this character so much. Why.)
Hello everyone, hope you’ve been well. Sorry for the delay again (this chapter was supposed to be attached to the next one, but I separated them because it was getting too long), but I’m now officially on Christmas break and am planning to devote it entirely to writing. Thank you guys for sticking with this story…it’s not much but I hope you continue to enjoy it. And even if not, let me know! I’d love to know how to improve
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Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 21 2011, 08:35:08 UTC
*And now for a dramatic rendering of What Happened at the Field of the Cloth of Gold, 1520 Henry VIII: *kinging over in England* Francis I: *swaggin’ all over the place in France* Henry: Hmm. Francis and Charles, the Holy Roman Emperor, are the major players in Europe right now. They might go to war soon, so even though I’m not as powerful a country as either of them (yet - teehee!), they still might come calling on me for support. Kickin’ in the front seat, sittin’ in the back seat…gotta make up my mind, which alliance can I take? Cardinal Wolsey, Henry’s Chief Advisor: Try Francis. You two are so alike you might get on pretty well. Henry: Oh, you mean he’s just as arrogant and as in love with himself as I am? I foresee no future complications with this. Henry and Francis: *meet and have a TOTAL pissing contest trying to out-do and out-spend each other in every way possible - displays of wealth, food, jousting tournaments, who brought along the biggest posse. You know, important, kingly shit. Alliance? What possible alliance?*
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Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 21 2011, 18:01:59 UTC
I'm in love with your notes, they're so amazing.
Also - love how you write Arthur (he's my favourite character - I dig that guy soooo much, even the faily bits of his personality ♥) and I absolutely adore how you write Arthur and Francis' relationship/friendship/rivalry/what-have-you. Really, it perfectly matches my head!canon, so thank you for that.
Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 21 2011, 20:54:14 UTC
Your author's notes about the Field of the Cloth of Gold is hilarious. I can imagine a comic being made about this. 8D Ah, Henry VIII!! He was a rather interesting character, and not because he had six wives. It's quite unfortunate that he gets remembered as the obese king who was executed his own friend and broke with the Roman Catholic Church to marry Anne Boleyn instead of being remembered as the charismatic and athletic king that charmed the people of his country at his coronation-- but I'm getting off-topic
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Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 22 2011, 03:21:04 UTC
DA
It's quite unfortunate that he gets remembered as the obese king who was executed his own friend and broke with the Roman Catholic Church to marry Anne Boleyn instead of being remembered as the charismatic and athletic king that charmed the people of his country at his coronation
Marry me? Henry VIII was such a fascinating man! Have you read Henry, Virtuous Prince by David Starkey?
Re: Part VIII, notes
anonymous
December 22 2011, 22:31:49 UTC
Indeed he was! I've yet to read Starkey's novel, but I have read Margaret George's The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers, among some other novels from his children's perspectives. Henry VIII's opinion of FrancisI was ... well, it's really no wonder that England and France never got along until they were forced to.
Original request and previous chapters here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=82831117#t82831117
After World War Two (and after being pretty much shipped by good ol' Churchill) America decides it's time to let England know how he feels about him. It's a big mistake, because England turns him down. America keeps trying, England keeps refusing, but it's not because he outright doesn't like America- it's because every time America confesses it sounds like a joke, and part of England doesn't believe America because he doesn't think he's lovable. Happy ending not required, but it would be nice. <3
Bonus 1- America's innocent attempts to tell England how he feels turn into complete cracky disasters. Appearances of France trying to fix everything but just making it worse optional.
Bonus 2- Not too much angst. 'Cause low self esteem is angsty enough!Anyway, please enjoy ( ... )
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“No, you wouldn’t,” America says. “Trust me.”
I love how you maintained the serious tone but sprinkled it with humor and all the nations were totally in character. I loved Russia braiding Poland's hair (oh Russia). Alfred was also very romantic in this and Arthur's stubborness was perfectly expressed. And France, how I love him so.
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So, I think rather than being disappointed I was more confused when I read this part because it was so different. I'm glad we're shifting back to Arthur's perspective and more serious topics just because it'll bridge what happened so far... but I definitely would love it if you took a stab at humour/crack in another fanfic. Well, I'd probably stalk anything you read. /Planning to de-anon, after? *teary, hopeful eyes*
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And, aw, thank you! I am planning to de-anon after...I would love to stay in touch with everyone when this story is finished! I was a little intimidated at first about participating in a new fandom (especially one that's as large and established as Hetalia's) but everyone's been so nice and encouraging. : ) I feel like a kid at school: "Please sign my yearbook! Please don't forget about me over summer break!" Haha <3
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I would very much love to keep in touch, if it's possible. :)
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Every time Arthur visits Westminster Abbey - damaged during the war but still so beautiful to him - he learns something new about himself. Today, he realizes he has always taken great comfort in the company of the dead. Dead men tell no tales, nor do they need to. Arthur remembers everything.
He walks past the tomb of The Unknown Warrior and pauses to say a prayer, as he always does when he visits the abbey. He remembers: Once a body had been selected to represent all his unknown dead (“General Wyatt, would you be so kind as to choose which boy it is to be? I...I cannot bring myself to do it. He gave himself up for me and yet I cannot even do this for him. Silly, isn’t it?”), he stayed by his brave soldier’s side throughout the long journey home from France.
He walks and remembers, feels the hum of the past thrum louder with each step.
I think you live too much in the past, old man, Steven had said, and God help him, but it’s true. The older he gets, the greater the shadow his past casts over his present ( ... )
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“And you call me vain, Angleterre,” Francis says, coming into view. He sighs dramatically, as though he has spent hours looking for Arthur, though in reality the abbey was the first place he thought to look. “To spend so much time in a place like this, it is like looking in a mirror, non?”
“It was simply a quiet place to get away from all that ridiculous nonsense, and it wasn’t too far a walk from the Hall,” Arthur says.
Francis inclines his head forward, raises his eyebrows. “I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid.” He knows this is Arthur’s favorite place to think, his first refuge when he is upset about something.
What’s more, Arthur knows that he knows this. He frowns and looks away, pulls his pea coat tighter around his body. “I’m surprised you didn’t burst into flames upon stepping foot in here,” he mutters. “It is a church, after all ( ... )
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Arthur rubs his eyes. “You are like a disease to me, one I cannot find the cure to.”
“What about you and Port?”
“That is merely political. The enemy of my enemy and what-have-you.”
“And your Commonwealth?”
“They all respect me, I think, but they don’t...that is to say, I do not believe…” Angrily, Arthur turns to look at him. Francis always did have a sneaky way of drawing things from him, things he had never intended to reveal. “Now see here, frog! Just what are you trying to - ”
“And Amérique?”
Arthur opens his mouth to speak, but no words come.
Never have I from the first, Dickens whispers from the Poets’ Corner, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.
Arthur shakes his head.
For I, not daring to love, in my inadequateness, Chaucer echoes, ( ... )
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Hello everyone, hope you’ve been well. Sorry for the delay again (this chapter was supposed to be attached to the next one, but I separated them because it was getting too long), but I’m now officially on Christmas break and am planning to devote it entirely to writing. Thank you guys for sticking with this story…it’s not much but I hope you continue to enjoy it. And even if not, let me know! I’d love to know how to improve ( ... )
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Henry VIII: *kinging over in England*
Francis I: *swaggin’ all over the place in France*
Henry: Hmm. Francis and Charles, the Holy Roman Emperor, are the major players in Europe right now. They might go to war soon, so even though I’m not as powerful a country as either of them (yet - teehee!), they still might come calling on me for support. Kickin’ in the front seat, sittin’ in the back seat…gotta make up my mind, which alliance can I take?
Cardinal Wolsey, Henry’s Chief Advisor: Try Francis. You two are so alike you might get on pretty well.
Henry: Oh, you mean he’s just as arrogant and as in love with himself as I am? I foresee no future complications with this.
Henry and Francis: *meet and have a TOTAL pissing contest trying to out-do and out-spend each other in every way possible - displays of wealth, food, jousting tournaments, who brought along the biggest posse. You know, important, kingly shit. Alliance? What possible alliance?*
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Also - love how you write Arthur (he's my favourite character - I dig that guy soooo much, even the faily bits of his personality ♥) and I absolutely adore how you write Arthur and Francis' relationship/friendship/rivalry/what-have-you. Really, it perfectly matches my head!canon, so thank you for that.
I'm looking forward to the updates. :)
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It's quite unfortunate that he gets remembered as the obese king who was executed his own friend and broke with the Roman Catholic Church to marry Anne Boleyn instead of being remembered as the charismatic and athletic king that charmed the people of his country at his coronation
Marry me? Henry VIII was such a fascinating man! Have you read Henry, Virtuous Prince by David Starkey?
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