author!anon gave it a try, though she has to admit she's not completely satisfied with this. anyway, I hope OP likes! ♥♥ I kept the diary entries purposely vague, since I am anything but an expert on the American Revolution. Bonus points for whoever can figure out who Arthur is talking to in his entries (well, apart from Alfred, obviously). Human/nation names used interchangeably and overuse of parentheses~
APRIL 2009.
Alfred, to be quite honest, had been feeling out of it lately. The fact was, every time someone uttered the word economy, he felt as if he had been slapped in the face especially hard; it was all too familiar of the so-called 'Great Depression' of the 30s (god, what an awful time that had been; everyone had hated his guts back then). And even if early estimates were coming back positive, even if people (important people) were saying that if everyone was careful maybe this whole mess would be over in a year and then some, Alfred didn't dare hope much. He still couldn't quite look his fellow nations in the face, either
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eh, this anon is so sorry she made people feel so bad; Arthur will get his happy ending, anons! don't worry, author!anon is a completely romantic idiot, there's no way this will end in angst.
[1782]
Thankfully, I do not have to attend the signing of the preliminary peace articles. Give this old man some time to lick his wounds, wouldn't you? God, I am so pathetic. I will eventually have to see you again; the world is not as big as we often fancy to delude ourselves it is
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Oh dear god, anon, how did you know how to hit every single one of the angst points for this plot so perfectly? sjkdlfkdj that was painfully perfect. Just... beautifully done. I can't wait for more of this; if anon were the easily-crying sort she'd be sobbing like an idiot right now--as it is she's just going to reread like mad until the next part goes up. ;_;
author!anon loveslovesloves this comment, and can only hope the rest of it is worthy of your praise as well, sasdfd. you people are giving me confidence ♥♥~
Alfred reread the last article, only becoming aware of the tears in his eyes when one of them hit the yellow-tinted page with a splash, and then another. And another. His fingers were trembling, along with the rest of him. Arthur. "You selfish bastard. Why didn't you say anything. So long. It's been so long." He wiped the tears away hastily as best as he could, but there didn't seem to be an end to them. Not after what he'd read just now. Not ever.
He had to find Arthur; had to-to just talk to him. This was too big to ignore, pretend he never knew when he did. Arthur loved him; he'd said so in this diary! Said he didn't think he would ever get over him, Alfred. Surely there was still hope-
"I'm sorry I took so long, Alfred, but you really should know better-" Shit, shit shit. There was no mistaking the way Arthur's eyes widened in recognition, nor the way seconds later they were glaring icily back at him. No, you've got it all wrong he wanted to say; you're not the only one, I love you too, you bastard, I've been feeling like this
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They had both quieted down by now, but Alfred was reluctant to let Arthur go; they had to sort this out now, otherwise they'd never do so. They were both too damn stupid and stubborn and proud. "I needed to be independent, Arthur! It had nothing to do with how I felt about you. My people wanted it; I wanted it. I didn't want you to look at me and see a child; I wanted to grow stronger. I wanted to be free."
Arthur hung his head, dark blond bangs hiding his eyes, "I see." he muttered dejectedly.
"No, you don't!" Alfred hissed urgently, fingers grasping at the other's chin to force him to look up; Arthur reluctantly humoured him. "I wanted to grow strong enough for me, for my people, and for you, you stubborn old man. I was not a child anymore; but you just didn't see it. You weren't looking at me
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Arthur lifted his face from where it was buried in Alfred's stomach and licked his lips in a suggestive enough manner that made Alfred's cock twitch in interest; fuck if that didn't shut him up and pay attention. "Let me make it up to you, then~ Oh, and-" Arthur made his way back up Alfred's body, although a hand strayed down to open his belt and pull down the zipper (one-handed, Alfred's mind noted) and find its way inside his boxers and oh. Alfred exhaled quite loudly.
"Alfred", was breathed against his lips, and Alfred couldn't help but whimper and clutch at the other's waist and hips, at the combination of Arthur's slow, confident, very very good -oh god, this was really happening, wasn't it- strokes and the look on his face. "I never quite got over it, you know; never could-stop being in love with you. I told you, didn't I? I would never be able change such a big part of me. I knew that."
"Arthur"You never even came close to losing your 'chance', idiot. I'll regret boosting your ego later, but let me tell you this
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Oh god, you have NO IDEA what a giant grin that ending just pasted all over my face. FFFFHAHAHHALSKDJSLKJDLSJ PERFECT. PERFECT ENDING EVER. I loved Arthur going devious and taking control and totally blowing Alfred's mind and yes. A beautiful wrap to a splendid fic, and oh god I'll just uh. Be over here rereading like crazy and continuing to smile until my face hurts. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
(And I'll leave a tiny bit of crit after all the gushing, since I loved the fic but could see some places to be improved! Al calling Arthur 'Iggy' kind of brought me up short, since 'Iggy' is derived from the Japanese word for England, or 'Igirisu', so anyone other than Japan or possibly Greece using it is strange.
Arthur also seemed to overuse Britishisms in his speech--lots of 'bloodys' and 'wankers'--enough that this silly American kind of noticed, so in the future maybe cut back on those a bit. Some sentences/dialogue here and there were also constructed awkwardly.
But none of that managed to detract from the sheer emotional win of the piece, so I
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eeeeh, this whole comment put a smile on my face! ♥♥♥ I'm glad you liked the ending, sadfd, I was just not sure it would do to end it like this after all the angst, but I wanted to end it on a happier note; plus, I cannot really see Arthur as anything other than a hot old experienced bastard, so of course he would take control, especially their first time. As for 'Iggy'; I wanted Alfred to bastardize one of Arthur's names to annoy him, and honestly, I thought canon was safer than attempting something on my own.
Ahaha, I can't help the Britishisms, sometimes; I tend to think that way, so I don't even notice; I'll try to keep track of them in the future. I also tend to think in Greek as well (greek!anon is greek) so maybe that's why some of the sentences sounded awkward in english. My translation skills aren't the best. I'm glad you think my characterizations are okay, though! It's the hardest part to get right; the other things can be improved, but if you can't get the characters right it's..difficult.
...Oh. Oh so sweet and romantic and lovely and perfect. You have them so well done and in character and still loving and adorable and...gah. YOU HAVE MY LOVE AUTHOR!ANON.
author!anon that was so sweet and perfect and in character and just pole vaulted it's way up my list of favorite fills. I'm so glad you gave Arthur and Alfred a happy ending :)
Oh God, author!anon, this completely took my breath away - literally. How did you do that, I mean the emotions, the feeling, both so real and surreal? It's just so amazing...I have no other words to describe how I felt about it^^
AAAAH lovelovelove for you anon, for figuring it out! My sister wanted King Arthur mentioned in there somewhere, and I thought it would be strangely...well, fitting with the tone of Arthur's diary entries. Not to mention my crazy love for the arthurian legends ♥♥♥
and thank you for your kind words, sdfddf, I don't deserve that much praise but 8D
APRIL 2009.
Alfred, to be quite honest, had been feeling out of it lately. The fact was, every time someone uttered the word economy, he felt as if he had been slapped in the face especially hard; it was all too familiar of the so-called 'Great Depression' of the 30s (god, what an awful time that had been; everyone had hated his guts back then). And even if early estimates were coming back positive, even if people (important people) were saying that if everyone was careful maybe this whole mess would be over in a year and then some, Alfred didn't dare hope much. He still couldn't quite look his fellow nations in the face, either ( ... )
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*crying uncontrollably*
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[1782]
Thankfully, I do not have to attend the signing of the preliminary peace articles. Give this old man some time to lick his wounds, wouldn't you? God, I am so pathetic. I will eventually have to see you again; the world is not as big as we often fancy to delude ourselves it is ( ... )
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He had to find Arthur; had to-to just talk to him. This was too big to ignore, pretend he never knew when he did. Arthur loved him; he'd said so in this diary! Said he didn't think he would ever get over him, Alfred. Surely there was still hope-
"I'm sorry I took so long, Alfred, but you really should know better-" Shit, shit shit. There was no mistaking the way Arthur's eyes widened in recognition, nor the way seconds later they were glaring icily back at him. No, you've got it all wrong he wanted to say; you're not the only one, I love you too, you bastard, I've been feeling like this ( ... )
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Arthur hung his head, dark blond bangs hiding his eyes, "I see." he muttered dejectedly.
"No, you don't!" Alfred hissed urgently, fingers grasping at the other's chin to force him to look up; Arthur reluctantly humoured him. "I wanted to grow strong enough for me, for my people, and for you, you stubborn old man. I was not a child anymore; but you just didn't see it. You weren't looking at me ( ... )
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"Alfred", was breathed against his lips, and Alfred couldn't help but whimper and clutch at the other's waist and hips, at the combination of Arthur's slow, confident, very very good -oh god, this was really happening, wasn't it- strokes and the look on his face. "I never quite got over it, you know; never could-stop being in love with you. I told you, didn't I? I would never be able change such a big part of me. I knew that."
"Arthur"You never even came close to losing your 'chance', idiot. I'll regret boosting your ego later, but let me tell you this ( ... )
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(And I'll leave a tiny bit of crit after all the gushing, since I loved the fic but could see some places to be improved! Al calling Arthur 'Iggy' kind of brought me up short, since 'Iggy' is derived from the Japanese word for England, or 'Igirisu', so anyone other than Japan or possibly Greece using it is strange.
Arthur also seemed to overuse Britishisms in his speech--lots of 'bloodys' and 'wankers'--enough that this silly American kind of noticed, so in the future maybe cut back on those a bit. Some sentences/dialogue here and there were also constructed awkwardly.
But none of that managed to detract from the sheer emotional win of the piece, so I ( ... )
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Ahaha, I can't help the Britishisms, sometimes; I tend to think that way, so I don't even notice; I'll try to keep track of them in the future. I also tend to think in Greek as well (greek!anon is greek) so maybe that's why some of the sentences sounded awkward in english. My translation skills aren't the best. I'm glad you think my characterizations are okay, though! It's the hardest part to get right; the other things can be improved, but if you can't get the characters right it's..difficult.
aaaalso. you sound familiar, I
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And...Arthur was writing to King Arthur, yes?
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and thank you for your kind words, sdfddf, I don't deserve that much praise but 8D
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I LAUGHED. I CRIED. I LAUGHED AGAIN. SO SWEET!
I feel fantastic, thank you!
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