Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20026.html?thread=74724410#t74724410
Parts 1-7
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20706.html?thread=87494882#t87494882
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Alfred narrows his eyes. “Is it a bad word?”
Perplexed, Eduard can only ask, “Ah, what?”
“My mom told me not to say bad words or else my face'll get stuck that way.”
Eduard frowns. “I think that applies only to pulling odd expressions.”
“You’re an optician, not my mom.”
Verna sighs. “Please just read from it, Alfie, before I get any older.”
“You can’t make me!” Alfred states, announcing rather than protesting. “I don’t want glasses and this guy looks shifty, anyway!”
A woman of thespian background, Verna lets out a theatrical cry of frustration, whilst Eduard’s eye twitches with annoyance. All the while, Alfred sits looking quite pleased with himself.
“Let’s try something else,” Eduard says, already thinking of ways he can try ending this appointment early. Perhaps he could elbow the fire alarm, but he might get in trouble with the police, or give the elderly receptionist a heart attack.Drinking wine is like fighting a battle ( ... )
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“Tell me where he is,” Harold pleads, and it may well the first time he has ever had to beg in his life. “I can do something to help you, it can’t be too hard to find someone that-”
“I have my own plans,” Bonnefoy insists.
He leaves out the additional detail of, they’re not very good plans, and takes the mouthful he’s been waiting for. The wine is cheap, but it’s good enough for a drink of victory. The principle counts, not the taste.
“What are they?” Harold asks, desperate, shoving his face into the butler’s.
“I’m not going to tell you,” Bonnefoy says, scoffing. “Your interference will only cause problems and I am waiting for the right moment to act.” He grins, flashing teeth; he feels like a marauder and it’s not entirely a bad sensation ( ... )
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Alfred doesn’t reply, making his way towards the bed before throwing out his arms, displaying the gift of employing melodrama that he inherited from his grandmother. The bags he’d been so carefully carrying before fly into the air and collapse, strewn, over the mattress.
“Just look at this stuff!” Alfred cries, exasperated, while Arthur peers over his shoulder to examine the scattered items of clothing that have slid out from their carrier containers. “What am I supposed to do with it all? She buys all this crap but she can’t, y’know, get a computer that’s not running Windows 98?”
“Language,” Arthur scolds, but he doesn’t seem too impressed with the items, either. “Is this really all she wanted you for? Updating your wardrobe?”
Alfred bites his lip.
Glasses. He needs glasses - and Eduard assured him that his pair will be waiting for him on Monday, when he returns from his ( ... )
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Alfred nods, to nobody in particular, seizing his now-bulging suitcase. He really threw in too many outfits for just a weekend, but what was it his grandmother said earlier? Better safe than sorry. If she complains, it only makes her look bad.
“If you really don’t wanna come, I’ll see you later,” he says to Arthur, walking towards the door. “Have fun with your house and everything-”
“Alfred! Get down here!”“Wait,” Arthur says, patting Alfred’s shoulder hurriedly. He doesn’t look entirely convinced with his decision, but still adds, “I think I’d like to go, after all ( ... )
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Alfred is adorable, and you have his character down so well. He really is a little kid, overly self-confident and defiant, yet still with grumbling complacency and a healthy dose of uncertainty towards the unknown.
But not just Alfred, everyone has such distinct personalities, even your original characters. Though I have to say, as much of a dick as he seems to be-- and I use seems because there's so much we don't know yet-- I'm rather fond of Bonnefoy.
Your writing is wonderful and the plot is mercilessly engaging. I especially like the dichotomy between Alfred's worries of his friends and Bonnefoy stealing his favorite soldier versus whatever it is that Harold is covering up. The little hints and teasers are driving me wild; I literally find myself leaning in as I read this, wondering what's going to happen next. If you ever deanon, tell me so I can stalk read anything else you've done ( ... )
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Arrgh, I'm just glad you're not annoyed by all the hint dropping. I absolutely hate it when authors reveal everything little by little because I'm impatient. But I resolved to write something with a hopefully worthwhile plot, all the fool me.
I'm already deanoning this on a schedule elsewhere, but I'm not at liberty to post the link until I've finished here; I think the rules are against it. But I'm around the meme... You'd probably be horrified at the fills I've done, this is far from my usual ground. xD
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I'm really really curious about Harold's role in all this.
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And all will become clear with Jones Sr. Sr also... again, in about six chapters orz
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I'm mystified by the secret around Arthur, Harold and Bonnefoy. So, Harold could change, while Arthur and Bonnefoy are still cursed, eh? So they shared a militaristic past? And Harold and Bonnefoy want Arthur dead? So many questions!!!
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And I'm flattered you guys think I write child!Alfred's mentality well, but that probably doesn't reflect well on me. Dx
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