According to that, the only time America can see fairies is on Halloween. So on Halloween, America is almost seduced and taken away by a fairy until England comes to save him. This should be a "oh no, you didn't just try to take my man, do you have any idea who I am *ass kick*" badass magic wielding Arthur. Um, more seriously than I just stated it though, lol. But the fight shouldn't be easy for him.
Bonus if Arthur has to break a spell with a kiss. ^_~
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 01:08:19 UTC
Anon hopes that OP doesn’t mind crossovers and epic. Because that’s what this is shaping up to be. If I ever out myself, this will probably be chaptered, but as it is, I’m just going to label parts. Also, fail title is fail.
…Dammit, kink meme. ___
Prologue Halloween, 2007Alfred watches Arthur as they walk through the woods on Roanoke Island
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 01:45:42 UTC
Alfred feels his wits falling rapidly from his mind. He shakes his head in an attempt to keep them and calls out once more. “Who…who are you?” He waits, watches her back a moment more while she debates turning around
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 02:47:05 UTC
jahdkjhdsah I am on pins and needles waiting for the next bit because this, this is awesome. The phrasings! The mysterious woman! The way you wrote Alfred falling under her spell....
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 04:14:10 UTC
He tells himself he wasn’t lying. He really did come to pay his respects to the dead. He tells himself that he came to remember and mourn a girl hundreds of years dead. That much is true.
Arthur sighs, lifts his head, and wonders if truth by omission is still a lie.
About halfway between maybe and no he sees something hiding in the boughs of a great fir. It’s the size of a three-year-old child, curled up and watching him through the needles.
Except Arthur’s pretty sure that children aren’t that pale.
And don’t have indigo irises…
And don’t have hair that blows in the wind even when there’s no breeze…
“Kirkland-san!”
Arthur’s head jerks to the side, and he sees Kiku and Francis trying to wave him over. He chooses to ignore them, turning his face back up to the fir -
- only to find that the child was gone.
“Arthur, I did not pay ten dollars to stand here all day!” Francis yells. “If you do not get over here right now, I will come to you and proceed to give you the best French kiss of your -”
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 05:44:19 UTC
“Right.” Arthur chuckles, closes his eyes, and tries to will Alfred’s face away. “I assure you, it has nothing to do with that git. Hell, the bastard’s probably still out here somewhere, just waiting to spring his Halloween joke on me -”
The angry French sounds behind him go from sharp to muffled and dimmed in an instant, and Arthur feels something coagulate in the pit of his stomach.
When Arthur opens his eyes and finds his world swathed in the colors of twilight, he realizes that it’s dread.
“What the bloody….” But Arthur can’t finish his sentence.
He knows where he is, has walked through enough toadstool rings and looked through enough picture books to recognize the world he’s walked into.
But that doesn’t answer what this place is
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anonymous
March 25 2009, 13:06:52 UTC
OP-anon dearly loves you. *o* This is epic and awesome, and Arthur is so Arthur in his denial. XD (I felt sad for him and his Alfredlight.) I loved the description of Alfred falling under the spell and the other world, very hauntingly beautiful. I love how natural everything in general feels when it comes to the descriptions. And would-be Prince!Francis has won...at the cost of his nose, LOL. XDDD I will now go nuts waiting for more. X3 <3
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anonymous
March 26 2009, 03:12:23 UTC
The blade slides into Kiku’s chest with an easy thrust. Arthur nearly throws up when it comes out the other side, even though there’s no blood. (Fairy blades are not meant to tear flesh, blood and bone asunder, after all.)
Kiku’s eyes go wider, if possible. He pitches forward, held in place by the sword, and his limbs flail askew.
“Ah….”
A dark-clad arm pulls the blade out. Kiku stumbles forward one step, slips, starts to tumble to the ground. Only then can Arthur move and speak again.
“KIKU!”
Arthur Catches Kiku before he hits the ground, lowers them both so that he’s kneeling with Kiku’s head in his lap. His fingers touch Kiku’s neck, and just beneath the skin he feels a pulse.
He’s a live. Only just, but he’s alive, thank God -
Arthur blinks when the tip of the sword falls into his vision. Arthur sees red and whips his head up, eyes narrowed and blood boiling. He’s got a What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing, you bastard? for this guy on the tip of his tongue. Except it never gets out
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According to that, the only time America can see fairies is on Halloween. So on Halloween, America is almost seduced and taken away by a fairy until England comes to save him. This should be a "oh no, you didn't just try to take my man, do you have any idea who I am *ass kick*" badass magic wielding Arthur. Um, more seriously than I just stated it though, lol. But the fight shouldn't be easy for him.
Bonus if Arthur has to break a spell with a kiss. ^_~
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…Dammit, kink meme.
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Prologue
Halloween, 2007Alfred watches Arthur as they walk through the woods on Roanoke Island ( ... )
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YOU WENT THERE.
ILU. ♥♥♥
*f5's like she's on CRACK*
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Arthur sighs, lifts his head, and wonders if truth by omission is still a lie.
About halfway between maybe and no he sees something hiding in the boughs of a great fir. It’s the size of a three-year-old child, curled up and watching him through the needles.
Except Arthur’s pretty sure that children aren’t that pale.
And don’t have indigo irises…
And don’t have hair that blows in the wind even when there’s no breeze…
“Kirkland-san!”
Arthur’s head jerks to the side, and he sees Kiku and Francis trying to wave him over. He chooses to ignore them, turning his face back up to the fir -
- only to find that the child was gone.
“Arthur, I did not pay ten dollars to stand here all day!” Francis yells. “If you do not get over here right now, I will come to you and proceed to give you the best French kiss of your -”
“Sod off, I’m coming!” ( ... )
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ILU Please continue anon!
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The angry French sounds behind him go from sharp to muffled and dimmed in an instant, and Arthur feels something coagulate in the pit of his stomach.
When Arthur opens his eyes and finds his world swathed in the colors of twilight, he realizes that it’s dread.
“What the bloody….” But Arthur can’t finish his sentence.
He knows where he is, has walked through enough toadstool rings and looked through enough picture books to recognize the world he’s walked into.
But that doesn’t answer what this place is ( ... )
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I am in fucking suspense here, anon.
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Kiku’s eyes go wider, if possible. He pitches forward, held in place by the sword, and his limbs flail askew.
“Ah….”
A dark-clad arm pulls the blade out. Kiku stumbles forward one step, slips, starts to tumble to the ground. Only then can Arthur move and speak again.
“KIKU!”
Arthur Catches Kiku before he hits the ground, lowers them both so that he’s kneeling with Kiku’s head in his lap. His fingers touch Kiku’s neck, and just beneath the skin he feels a pulse.
He’s a live. Only just, but he’s alive, thank God -
Arthur blinks when the tip of the sword falls into his vision. Arthur sees red and whips his head up, eyes narrowed and blood boiling. He’s got a What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing, you bastard? for this guy on the tip of his tongue. Except it never gets out ( ... )
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Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.
America, what has happened to thee? I'm so loving this anon!
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*OP-anon runs in aimless circles waiting in terrible suspense* @w@
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