Ursa Major (1/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:33:17 UTC
According to Japanese folklore, lions throw their cubs over cliffs to test their strength. Only the strongest survive.
“Surely there is something, Friend England. You have so many children, and I am all alone.”
“You have two sisters, hypocrite,” Arthur seethes with eyes narrowed vitriol. “You have no right to demand anything of me, Ivan, not least this-”
But Ivan just tightens his grip around his neck, youthful face drawn and serious. “You don’t have the time for this, England. France is coming, and you are knowing better than me what that is meaning, da?” Their blond hair is splattered with mud and blood and their fingers tremble from frostbite as England bites the frost in his salted-iron mouth, hating and halting and uncertain and staring.
Napoleon is still coming.
“Just sign it, you arrogant proud fool!” Russia roars like a bear, imperial blood pounding through England’s fear. Their shared fear. “This is not the time for bargaining- I could crush you, now, between my fingers! I could leave you here, hurting and
( ... )
Ursa Major (2/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:40:44 UTC
4. Polar Bear
The G11 meeting, this year, is in Rome. A thin, attractive man in well cut French slacks and glasses stands in front of a urinal humming to himself.
“…Quebec.” He knows that voice, and it freezes his insides.
“…Bonjour, Canada.” His brother stands an inch behind him, eyes as dull as always, a strawberry blond giant reflected against bathroom tiles. Even the swank surrounds of Italian luxury can’t take the edge off of his twin’s biting silence. The polar bear shuffles sleepily in Canada’s arms. Quebec titters nervously. “You…how was the meeting? America made another mistake in his speech- Tres amusant, non?”
“…I do not speak French, friend Quebec.”
“Ah…of course. How silly of me.” Quebec doesn’t think he can relieve himself like this, sweating with Canada’s sleepy cold eyes looking right through him.
“…Congratulations.” He jumps again, whipping around. As always, Canada is too damn close. His breath is cold on his neck and his polar bear is resting on his shoulders. He’s like Greece and his cats, he thinks
( ... )
Ursa Major (3/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:45:26 UTC
3. Koala Bear
“I am bringing you another present, dear brother,” Ivan says as they descend from the plane and meet the men waiting for them. Their leaders shake hands.
His gift, it turns out, is another tap. Australia grins and holds it close, like a child with a sunflower. “Thank you.” Later he will plant it in the West and wait for the water to flow. He is always thirsty here, where the summer is as long as the Russian winter.
There is a saying in Australia’s language, something about ‘things that are further apart are mirrored in the heat haze’. Russian and warmth together does strange things to his language, this blond haired man with tanned skin and an easy smile- not that Ivan ever complains about his broad Russian dialect when he visits
( ... )
Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 11:54:28 UTC
1. Grizzly Bear
Alfred can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to, but as he reads the contract laid out in front of him and his heart sinks, escape seems less and less viable.
“This is Bullshit,” he sneers, glaring up at the Russian leaning over his desk. “How dare he? What gives him the right?”
Ivan shrugs, smiling. “I am not England. But I do know what he means.”
“And that,” America explodes at him, rising to his feet in livid adolescent outrage. “That! Do you think I’m just going to be given? Like some sort of gift? Like some naughty boy off to boarding school?”
Russia doesn’t reply, but Alfred doesn’t need one to know that the answer is a resounding yes. But this is his soil, his land- not Francis’, not Arthur’s and definitely not Ivan’s. “Get out of my house,” he orders, all his people and politicians behind him. “You can go tell Arthur to fuck himself. I’ll fight to the death before I’m handed over to you
( ... )
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 13:35:17 UTC
This was the awesomely awesome of awesomeness! I love the sort of 'choose your own adventure' thing you had going on, where Russia points, and from there it could be any one of the four. I do think the one with America was my favorite, followed by the one with Australia, but they were all great!
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 20:18:25 UTC
This was just... fucking spectacular. I'm speechless. And I love that you wrote out scenarios for more than one colony--they were all well-thought-out and chilling and mmmm. This's one for the records. *bookmarks for rereads*
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 17 2009, 21:31:11 UTC
I have to say that Australia was my absolute favorite (just the complete and utterly dark tone of it all, the warping of what we see Australia as), but Canada's had this incredibly chill to it (pun intended). Such a dark way of looking at Canada being overlooked... Incredibly well thought out and researched!
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 15:57:11 UTC
Oh god, I'm gonna go hide in a hole in the ground or something now. It's so creepy. I love how you twisted the things that make the characters recognizable- so that Canada is Russia's shadow instead of America's, and Austraila is still cheerful but in an utterly terrifying way. I kind of wish Arthur had more colonies so you could write more AUs.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 16:00:55 UTC
I am... Very near speechless. This is fantastic! I love how you wrote an entry for each Commonwealth (+ America) - it's like we could pick our preferred outcome. Australia's was my favourite. I find it darkly amusing to consider what I may be living like, had this come to happen (and the Russia/Australia pairing - guh. I think I'm a fangirl now. <3). Though Canada's hit a few awesome cords as well.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 18 2009, 17:27:37 UTC
I love this so much! This was so very wonderfully handled, with the different AU scenarios and Canada's made my heart hurt, and Australia's was so creepy oh my god, and America, I winced holy shit, this is terrific and terrifying and, just wow. Insanely well done.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 19 2009, 04:39:30 UTC
Oh, Anon--this was beautifully and painfully imagined. Thank you for sharing your imagination and your way with words. I'm certain I have read other things of yours because I recognize the "did you know?" in the notes; I shall have to go through my bookmarks now.
Re: Ursa Major (5/5)
anonymous
May 19 2009, 04:39:38 UTC
Oooh, this was absolutely fantastic. I love the different possibilities here-- Canada's was absolutely heartbreaking, and I loved the ominous atmosphere in Australia's and the emphasis on temperature. Fantastic stuff.
“Surely there is something, Friend England. You have so many children, and I am all alone.”
“You have two sisters, hypocrite,” Arthur seethes with eyes narrowed vitriol. “You have no right to demand anything of me, Ivan, not least this-”
But Ivan just tightens his grip around his neck, youthful face drawn and serious. “You don’t have the time for this, England. France is coming, and you are knowing better than me what that is meaning, da?” Their blond hair is splattered with mud and blood and their fingers tremble from frostbite as England bites the frost in his salted-iron mouth, hating and halting and uncertain and staring.
Napoleon is still coming.
“Just sign it, you arrogant proud fool!” Russia roars like a bear, imperial blood pounding through England’s fear. Their shared fear. “This is not the time for bargaining- I could crush you, now, between my fingers! I could leave you here, hurting and ( ... )
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The G11 meeting, this year, is in Rome. A thin, attractive man in well cut French slacks and glasses stands in front of a urinal humming to himself.
“…Quebec.” He knows that voice, and it freezes his insides.
“…Bonjour, Canada.” His brother stands an inch behind him, eyes as dull as always, a strawberry blond giant reflected against bathroom tiles. Even the swank surrounds of Italian luxury can’t take the edge off of his twin’s biting silence. The polar bear shuffles sleepily in Canada’s arms. Quebec titters nervously. “You…how was the meeting? America made another mistake in his speech- Tres amusant, non?”
“…I do not speak French, friend Quebec.”
“Ah…of course. How silly of me.” Quebec doesn’t think he can relieve himself like this, sweating with Canada’s sleepy cold eyes looking right through him.
“…Congratulations.” He jumps again, whipping around. As always, Canada is too damn close. His breath is cold on his neck and his polar bear is resting on his shoulders. He’s like Greece and his cats, he thinks ( ... )
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“I am bringing you another present, dear brother,” Ivan says as they descend from the plane and meet the men waiting for them. Their leaders shake hands.
His gift, it turns out, is another tap. Australia grins and holds it close, like a child with a sunflower. “Thank you.” Later he will plant it in the West and wait for the water to flow. He is always thirsty here, where the summer is as long as the Russian winter.
There is a saying in Australia’s language, something about ‘things that are further apart are mirrored in the heat haze’. Russian and warmth together does strange things to his language, this blond haired man with tanned skin and an easy smile- not that Ivan ever complains about his broad Russian dialect when he visits ( ... )
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Alfred can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to, but as he reads the contract laid out in front of him and his heart sinks, escape seems less and less viable.
“This is Bullshit,” he sneers, glaring up at the Russian leaning over his desk. “How dare he? What gives him the right?”
Ivan shrugs, smiling. “I am not England. But I do know what he means.”
“And that,” America explodes at him, rising to his feet in livid adolescent outrage. “That! Do you think I’m just going to be given? Like some sort of gift? Like some naughty boy off to boarding school?”
Russia doesn’t reply, but Alfred doesn’t need one to know that the answer is a resounding yes. But this is his soil, his land- not Francis’, not Arthur’s and definitely not Ivan’s. “Get out of my house,” he orders, all his people and politicians behind him. “You can go tell Arthur to fuck himself. I’ll fight to the death before I’m handed over to you ( ... )
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I love how you twisted the things that make the characters recognizable- so that Canada is Russia's shadow instead of America's, and Austraila is still cheerful but in an utterly terrifying way.
I kind of wish Arthur had more colonies so you could write more AUs.
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<3<3<3<3<3 Hearts for you~!
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THE AWESOME OF THIS
SO MUCH AWESOME
I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO PROPERLY EXPRESS MY AWE
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