AmericaEngland or EnglandAmerica - Fear of ghosts is really a phobia of dying
anonymous
September 7 2011, 22:28:45 UTC
Thanatophobia (from Wikipedia...*slaps hand* bad Anon) "is the more specific fear of death itself, of being dead or dying...People suffering from thanatophobia are so preoccupied with death or dying that it begins to affect their daily lives. They may even develop other disorders as they try to cope with their phobia, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder or hypochondriasis."
America attempting to hide this fear and cope with it on his own (which doesn't work). England finds out and helps pull him through his phobia. lots of comforting, emotional moments. Angsty, sad, yet sweet fic please!
Bonus: England finds out because they both attend the funeral of an important figure, but America goes missing. He is found sitting in a closet holding his knees, shaking and crying.
Fill 3/?
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:16:23 UTC
The next morning is a bright one and birdsong fills the room- it’s irritating. America slips out of bed as quietly as possible so as not to wake England (fast asleep and smiling, the dear thing) and makes his way downstairs to fetch something to eat for breakfast. There is a mirror on the wall of the staircase and America catches his reflection briefly; he looks paler than usual, but he brushes it aside.
Stomach letting out a groan, he contemplates what to eat. He doesn’t really want to have last night’s leftovers because he knows he’ll have to heat them up in the microwave to make them even passably edible, and that would mean having to endure the loud ping of the oven once it’s done, a noise that always echoes through the house and might disturb England’s sleep
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Fill 4/?
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:21:46 UTC
“Silly boy,” England says, when he finds America huddled in the Reverend’s wardrobe. “You’re not meant to be here. That poor clergyman has to store his clothes here, you know, and I’m quite sure this counts as trespassing
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Fill 4b/?
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:24:12 UTC
America frowns and he wishes he could see England’s face. “You’re not scared?”
“Heavens, no,” England says. “Why would I be scared? If I expire, I expire- it’s out of my control. My existence has been good. I can’t complain.” He laughs. “Actually, that’s a lie. I can complain; I like complaining. But I’m proud of everything I’ve done. I’ve no regrets
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Re: Fill 4b/?
anonymous
September 11 2011, 20:43:04 UTC
Author anon, you're so talented. You managed to write the fill according to the request so well, and still add a flavour to it of your own style
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Re: Fill 4b/?
anonymous
September 11 2011, 21:18:44 UTC
(a!a) Gah, you'll kill me with flattery. But thank you! :)
nations tend to be written in history books, while not all humans get remembered the way celebrities or important figures are remembered
I do agree to an extent, but I have friends who know about people such as Hippocrates and Edward Jenner but they didn't know what Prussia was until they watched Hetalia, and they'd never heard of Silesia until the infamous vital regions line. Though America probably needn't worry about that happening to him, haha.
I'm glad you liked the portrayal of the relationship, too; I detest too much fluff but it's nice to work some in. <3
A!A, this was an absolutely beautiful fill. America's fear was so realistic and not overdone or unbelievable, pure perfection. I really did enjoy reading this very much. Thank you so much for taking the time to write this fill!
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anonymous
September 19 2011, 02:40:03 UTC
This England, oh, this England! He's so wonderful and warm and comforting... so much what America needs. America's fear is handled in a very mature, elegant way; not OTP, not making fun of him.
You are doing an amazing job and I'm happy that you shared this with us.
The part about complaing, I can complain; I like complaining, made me laugh. Very IC.
America attempting to hide this fear and cope with it on his own (which doesn't work). England finds out and helps pull him through his phobia. lots of comforting, emotional moments. Angsty, sad, yet sweet fic please!
Bonus: England finds out because they both attend the funeral of an important figure, but America goes missing. He is found sitting in a closet holding his knees, shaking and crying.
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Stomach letting out a groan, he contemplates what to eat. He doesn’t really want to have last night’s leftovers because he knows he’ll have to heat them up in the microwave to make them even passably edible, and that would mean having to endure the loud ping of the oven once it’s done, a noise that always echoes through the house and might disturb England’s sleep ( ... )
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“Heavens, no,” England says. “Why would I be scared? If I expire, I expire- it’s out of my control. My existence has been good. I can’t complain.” He laughs. “Actually, that’s a lie. I can complain; I like complaining. But I’m proud of everything I’ve done. I’ve no regrets ( ... )
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nations tend to be written in history books, while not all humans get remembered the way celebrities or important figures are remembered
I do agree to an extent, but I have friends who know about people such as Hippocrates and Edward Jenner but they didn't know what Prussia was until they watched Hetalia, and they'd never heard of Silesia until the infamous vital regions line. Though America probably needn't worry about that happening to him, haha.
I'm glad you liked the portrayal of the relationship, too; I detest too much fluff but it's nice to work some in. <3
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You are doing an amazing job and I'm happy that you shared this with us.
The part about complaing, I can complain; I like complaining, made me laugh. Very IC.
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