England, letting go of America
anonymous
May 23 2009, 13:59:28 UTC
Ok, I'm a hardcore US/UK/US shipper but I need this like burning:
England letting go of his romantic feeling for America. Voluntarily. Peacefully. Without violence or coercion or because of a third party. He realizes or thinks America would never return his feelings, angsts about it, but eventually decides it's time he moved on and looked forward. He'd always care about him, of course, but not in a romantic sense.
If you want to hook England with another character that's fine. ♥
I give you the sky [1/?]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 08:44:47 UTC
Arthur thinks back to the time when Alfred was his. He means really, really his; unable to go more than a week without him, always clinging to the bottom of his shirt wherever he went, begging him to stay just one more day.
Arthur remembers watching the young Alfred chasing rabbits in the fields. They had been such bright days back then. The sky was an unending blue that you could almost drift upon, painted with lazy cotton clouds that cast thin shadows. Fields full of wildflowers. Hold it up to your chin and watch it glow.
‘Do you like butter or don’t you?’
Buttercups to tickle his chin, sending Alfred into fits of childish snorts.
‘Do you like butter or don’t you?’Daisy chains with white petals and sunshine heads, crowns of clover to reward Alfred’s latest victory over the swinging shadows made by trees; Arthur made sandwiches for their outings which did not taste all that bad
( ... )
Re: I give you the sky [3/?]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 08:51:26 UTC
Since it is spring and the days are gorgeous they have a world picnic instead of a world meeting. Arthur grudgingly agrees only because his protests would be outnumbered anyway
( ... )
Re: I give you the sky [4/?]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 08:53:21 UTC
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When he wakes up, Arthur finds himself in the middle of the field, lying underneath the sheltering branches of a great wide oak. He blinks once, twice and Francis pokes his head into his field of vision, staring down at him with worry.
‘Are you alright, mon ami? You fainted. The heat is getting to you.’ His voice swims in Arthur’s ears
( ... )
Re: I give you the sky [6a/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 08:59:28 UTC
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Arthur is grateful that Toris lets him have their privacy. They sit on the veranda drinking tea - coffee for Alfred - and slices of strawberry cake.
They spend a pleasant day like this, pleasant by their standards at least. Arthur complains about the mess that he makes Toris clean up and Alfred insults his cooking. Always the cooking. Arthur inhales the smell of tea and thinks how small the person sitting across from him used to be.
You don’t understand anythingArthur gazes at the garden, at the roses and giant poppy heads. Purple wisteria climbs up the side of the veranda, entwined with the wood
( ... )
Re: I give you the sky [6b/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 09:00:55 UTC
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For once, Arthur feels at peace with himself. Almost at peace. What was once a searing pain has diminished into a dull ache which he hopes will die down soon.
‘You look happy.’ Francis is wary because a happy Arthur is so rare these days.
Arthur does not say anything. They drink together as they usually do after insulting each other to the blue moon, and for some reason it is Francis who wants to talk about the past this time.
They mention Alfred and Matthew and Arthur’s old pirate days. Francis brings up Jeanne d’Arc and Arthur stiffens because Jeanne is something Francis only mentions when he is particularly angry with him. He thinks that conversation will sour now but instead Francis starts talking about the Middle Ages and whatever happened to that wooden sword Arthur had for defeating dragons and rescuing damsels?
‘Those were bright days, mon ami,’ he sighs into the rim of his glass
( ... )
Re: I give you the sky [6b/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 09:17:26 UTC
...That...was so very gorgeous and sad and bittersweet and happy at the end and...Wow. I'm gonna go re-read this now Anon. BECAUSE IT WAS JUST THAT GOOD.
OP Anon! here is shaking from happiness.
anonymous
May 25 2009, 10:07:36 UTC
Oh my God.
I don't think there is any words to describe how beautiful and powerful this is, how it just moves me to the very core of my being. I'm absolutely crying and you know, while I was reading this, a lovely bittersweet song started playing and yeah.
Thank you so much for writing this. You probably would never realize why this means so much to me, but it does.
Re: I give you the sky [6b/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 14:10:03 UTC
Oh, Anon, you had me sobbing at the title. Now I'm bawling and I love this so much that my heart hurts and thank you so much for writing this. It's unbelievably beautiful and you captured everything so well and ...
Re: I give you the sky [6b/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 21:59:43 UTC
*points* Y-you author!anon, you!
Today was supposed to be an utterly shitty day for me AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! I HAVE THE STUPIDEST GRIN IN MY FACE RIGHT NOW AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.♥
/caps lock abuse
No, seriously. I have no words to describe how, how magnificent this is. It really, really moved me, and the ending. Oh sweet Lord, the ending. It was just so, so...*sigh* Amazing.♥; *cough*And the fact that there's FRUK just made it all better.♥*cough*
Please accept this humble anon's undying love and gratitude for brightening her day. *bows down and worships*
Re: I give you the sky [6b/6]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 22:26:58 UTC
A-ahaha. Anon, I am impressed.
This fic is utterly amazing. I mean, wow. I love how you tied France in the story. It kinda just made it all the more sad. And the whole things with the eagle and the sky...my goodness, I don't know what to say.
For those who know how it feels to let something (or someone) go, it really hits deep.
I applaud you, anon. By far, one of my favorite fics ever. <3
Shipping FRUK now thanks to you, haha. Brb sobbing.
England letting go of his romantic feeling for America. Voluntarily. Peacefully. Without violence or coercion or because of a third party. He realizes or thinks America would never return his feelings, angsts about it, but eventually decides it's time he moved on and looked forward. He'd always care about him, of course, but not in a romantic sense.
If you want to hook England with another character that's fine. ♥
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Arthur thinks back to the time when Alfred was his. He means really, really his; unable to go more than a week without him, always clinging to the bottom of his shirt wherever he went, begging him to stay just one more day.
Arthur remembers watching the young Alfred chasing rabbits in the fields. They had been such bright days back then. The sky was an unending blue that you could almost drift upon, painted with lazy cotton clouds that cast thin shadows. Fields full of wildflowers. Hold it up to your chin and watch it glow.
‘Do you like butter or don’t you?’
Buttercups to tickle his chin, sending Alfred into fits of childish snorts.
‘Do you like butter or don’t you?’Daisy chains with white petals and sunshine heads, crowns of clover to reward Alfred’s latest victory over the swinging shadows made by trees; Arthur made sandwiches for their outings which did not taste all that bad ( ... )
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When he wakes up, Arthur finds himself in the middle of the field, lying underneath the sheltering branches of a great wide oak. He blinks once, twice and Francis pokes his head into his field of vision, staring down at him with worry.
‘Are you alright, mon ami? You fainted. The heat is getting to you.’ His voice swims in Arthur’s ears ( ... )
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Arthur is grateful that Toris lets him have their privacy. They sit on the veranda drinking tea - coffee for Alfred - and slices of strawberry cake.
They spend a pleasant day like this, pleasant by their standards at least. Arthur complains about the mess that he makes Toris clean up and Alfred insults his cooking. Always the cooking. Arthur inhales the smell of tea and thinks how small the person sitting across from him used to be.
You don’t understand anythingArthur gazes at the garden, at the roses and giant poppy heads. Purple wisteria climbs up the side of the veranda, entwined with the wood ( ... )
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For once, Arthur feels at peace with himself. Almost at peace. What was once a searing pain has diminished into a dull ache which he hopes will die down soon.
‘You look happy.’ Francis is wary because a happy Arthur is so rare these days.
Arthur does not say anything. They drink together as they usually do after insulting each other to the blue moon, and for some reason it is Francis who wants to talk about the past this time.
They mention Alfred and Matthew and Arthur’s old pirate days. Francis brings up Jeanne d’Arc and Arthur stiffens because Jeanne is something Francis only mentions when he is particularly angry with him. He thinks that conversation will sour now but instead Francis starts talking about the Middle Ages and whatever happened to that wooden sword Arthur had for defeating dragons and rescuing damsels?
‘Those were bright days, mon ami,’ he sighs into the rim of his glass ( ... )
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I don't think there is any words to describe how beautiful and powerful this is, how it just moves me to the very core of my being. I'm absolutely crying and you know, while I was reading this, a lovely bittersweet song started playing and yeah.
Thank you so much for writing this. You probably would never realize why this means so much to me, but it does.
‘I give you the sky’
And so do I, anon. So do I. ♥
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Thank you so very much. ;_;
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Today was supposed to be an utterly shitty day for me AND LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! I HAVE THE STUPIDEST GRIN IN MY FACE RIGHT NOW AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.♥
/caps lock abuse
No, seriously. I have no words to describe how, how magnificent this is. It really, really moved me, and the ending. Oh sweet Lord, the ending. It was just so, so...*sigh* Amazing.♥;
*cough*And the fact that there's FRUK just made it all better.♥*cough*
Please accept this humble anon's undying love and gratitude for brightening her day. *bows down and worships*
*reads over and over again*
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This fic is utterly amazing. I mean, wow. I love how you tied France in the story. It kinda just made it all the more sad. And the whole things with the eagle and the sky...my goodness, I don't know what to say.
For those who know how it feels to let something (or someone) go, it really hits deep.
I applaud you, anon. By far, one of my favorite fics ever. <3
Shipping FRUK now thanks to you, haha. Brb sobbing.
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