America - Staying young
anonymous
August 3 2011, 21:41:04 UTC
I imagine that when America was very young and England was away, he would play with the human children living near him as if he were just another kid. Of course, being a Nation, he ages much, much slower than everybody else. So, I would like a fic about his feelings and thoughts as he watched all his old playmates and friends gradually grow older and die while he stayed roughly the same age.
Minvade 9: Where are we? [a]
anonymous
September 14 2011, 14:13:56 UTC
Hide and seek Trains and sewing machinesAmerica didn't know her name, only that she was his best friend in the entire world - no universe - well, maybe Britain. No, Britain was his brother's, and they don't count as friends, because otherwise Britain would be his best friend in every single everything, and that can't be right, because she is. They play tag in the long grass, and the way she cracks every blade of it makes him laugh. He shows her how to run silent through it, like a cricket on the wind. He jumps through it like a deer, or rabbit, and then pressed low into it, like a wolf, springs out like a bobcat and grabs her like an eagle with big rounded talons; they collapse into the tickling grass and laugh
( ... )
Minvade 9: Where are we? [b]
anonymous
September 14 2011, 14:15:35 UTC
Hide and seek Trains and sewing machines
America hides in the clawing forests for what are pebbles, skipped over the surface of a moment. When he emerges, he recognizes almost nobody, and those he does recognize are bowed, wrinkled and dried out with years in the sun. His sun.
Heart-broken, he returns to the forests where trees age almost as slowly as he does.
Eventually, something else that can be as old as he can, that is older than him, steps off a boat, and - following an internal compass - pads into the forest.
Britain looks down at him, and then gathers him into his arms that reflect no time. Britain is his best friend in the whole universe, and America whimpers in the damp warmth of Britain. Britain smells like rain and never changes.
All those years They were here firstBritain tries to explain to America, but there is very little left to explain
( ... )
Minvade 9: Where are we? [c-fin]
anonymous
September 14 2011, 14:17:18 UTC
Mm what'cha say? Mm, that you only meant well - that it's all for the best - that it's just what we need Well of course you did - of course it is - you decided this?But America is a child, and when they refuse him something that strikes him as painfully obvious, America tries to reason with them. They deny him again, and their stupidity is making him anxious. They must realize that as an embodiment of them, he really does know that this is true and will have to be so. This is so. This will be so. They deny him again, and his heart thumpthumpthumps like a rabbit
( ... )
Re: Minvade 9: Where are we? [c-fin]
anonymous
September 15 2011, 02:49:57 UTC
Loved it. I really like it when the sheer inhumanity of nations is brought up. I loved the part about England's "forever heartbeat" because these guys are forever and that's such an enormous thing that often gets ignored... Great job.
Re: Minvade 9: Where are we? [c-fin]
anonymous
November 9 2011, 22:35:08 UTC
That was gorgeous, loved how America's immortality conflicted with how young he still is, and the sense that England is his constant he can always turn to (until it all goes horribly wrong - or right lol).
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This sounds so sweet/angsty, so I'll second.
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Trains and sewing machinesAmerica didn't know her name, only that she was his best friend in the entire world - no universe - well, maybe Britain. No, Britain was his brother's, and they don't count as friends, because otherwise Britain would be his best friend in every single everything, and that can't be right, because she is. They play tag in the long grass, and the way she cracks every blade of it makes him laugh. He shows her how to run silent through it, like a cricket on the wind. He jumps through it like a deer, or rabbit, and then pressed low into it, like a wolf, springs out like a bobcat and grabs her like an eagle with big rounded talons; they collapse into the tickling grass and laugh ( ... )
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Trains and sewing machines
America hides in the clawing forests for what are pebbles, skipped over the surface of a moment. When he emerges, he recognizes almost nobody, and those he does recognize are bowed, wrinkled and dried out with years in the sun. His sun.
Heart-broken, he returns to the forests where trees age almost as slowly as he does.
Eventually, something else that can be as old as he can, that is older than him, steps off a boat, and - following an internal compass - pads into the forest.
Britain looks down at him, and then gathers him into his arms that reflect no time. Britain is his best friend in the whole universe, and America whimpers in the damp warmth of Britain. Britain smells like rain and never changes.
All those years
They were here firstBritain tries to explain to America, but there is very little left to explain ( ... )
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Mm, that you only meant well - that it's all for the best - that it's just what we need
Well of course you did - of course it is - you decided this?But America is a child, and when they refuse him something that strikes him as painfully obvious, America tries to reason with them. They deny him again, and their stupidity is making him anxious. They must realize that as an embodiment of them, he really does know that this is true and will have to be so. This is so. This will be so. They deny him again, and his heart thumpthumpthumps like a rabbit ( ... )
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