I saw this prompt and nearly died! Mermaid lore is a guilty pleasure of mine, and one of my secret kinks is boys with fish tails! :O Shhh! Don't tell anyone! Anyway, this is a little different than the original scenario OP intended, but I'll try to work everything in! Hope you enjoy!
When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (1/?)
anonymous
June 15 2009, 21:16:36 UTC
The sun had risen red that morning, and most of the men on board had pursed their lips together, regarding one another with silent but knowing glances. Alfred, who enjoyed fishing, swimming, really all manner of things that involved getting wet, honestly did not understand the inner workings of sea travel, but he was smart enough to pick up on the general sense of foreboding permeating amongst the crew. So he did what any intelligent young nation would do in such a situation: he stayed out of the way. Instead of getting overrun in the hustle and bustle of preparation, he stalked off towards the most vacant area of the ship he could find. He slumped over the port side railing and engrossed himself in a different sort of busywork, staring into the blue-black that stretched out along an endless expanse, watching the white foam as it was whipped back and forth along the waves as the daylight gradually died and the wind began to pick up from the west
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When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (2/?)
anonymous
June 16 2009, 16:29:07 UTC
The surface of the waves collided against his backside with a painful crack, and immediately he was submerged. He flailed his arms out wide, trying madly to keep his head above the surface, but the freezing waves smashed against his cheek and forced salt water into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered and tried to force words or air or anything to come out of his throat, to signal to the others on deck that he'd fallen over, but it seemed only an invitation for the water to assault him further. He was sure they could not hear him, anyway. The wind and the waves; surely his voice was no match for them. He had stupidly stayed above deck when all the rest had already gone below
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When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (3/?)
anonymous
June 16 2009, 19:24:54 UTC
Alfred rolled over to face the other man. Alfred knew it was a man even though he wasn't so sure any man in existence could have a voice carrying that sort of lilt. He had hair that reminded him of Francis - blond and long and plastered to his face - but those eyes. Even hidden by his bangs, they were strikingly green, just like Arthur's. Green like the English countryside, Arthur had once told him, so surely, Alfred reasoned, lots British people had green eyes like that. His shirt was soaked through and torn at the sleeves, likely from the force of the storm, and as Alfred examined his build, he pondered for a moment how exactly his rather scrawny companion had managed to find him and drag him all the way to shore in a storm like that
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OP loves you. So so much.
anonymous
June 19 2009, 00:24:25 UTC
OP here. I don't care that it has nothing to do with the song. This is amazing so far <3333 Thank you for actually filling it. Can't wait for the rest.
Hurray! Glad you're enjoying it OP! My original intent was to do a humorous fill because the song is funny as hell but I just couldn't get it to work out, and this kept eating at my brain, so it makes me happy to know you like it anyway!
When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (4/?)
anonymous
June 19 2009, 15:43:47 UTC
As soon as the storm had let up and sufficient panic had spread upon the discovery of Alfred's absence, someone, likely Adams, had sent word to England. And so Alfred, who had spent his time in recovering in Pensans, was retrieved by his somewhat exasperated fellows and thus began relating his tale of fish people to anyone within hearing range. When they arrived in Le Havre, they were met by Franklin, who listened to Alfred's story with a twisted smile and quipped, "Perhaps we declared independence just in time."
Francis, upon returning from a trip to Spain, expressed a similar sentiment, regarding Alfred over a glass of champagne and ratafia. "We did not fight at Yorktown so you could continue to spout this absurdite. Alfred, mon ami, if you no longer wish to be called a child of England's, then perhaps you should stop acting like one
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When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (5/?)
anonymous
June 19 2009, 15:54:03 UTC
Really! The nerve of that guy! After Alfred invited him all the way out to New York and explained to him how special this day was, all Arthur had done was turn red in the face and give Alfred some bullcrap spiel about how horrible it was that Alfred had picked today to invite him over. Today, the one hundredth anniversary of Alfred's desertion and the day he and France were to celebrate their "sisterly relationship" or something weird like that. Well, if Arthur was going to put it that way. If he was still going to be old and crotchety and bitter about it, then he could just stay there in that room for all Alfred cared
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Re: When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (5/?)
anonymous
June 21 2009, 14:37:47 UTC
I agree with the first commenter anon there. In my free time, I find myself visualizing the possible scenarios on how this fic will turn out. 'Cause this fill is just that good. Gah. I'm so excited. Good job, author anon. And did I mention that the writing is superb? This is exactly how I like my fics. :D
So, when is the action, huh? /suggestive wink
Is Captcha pertaining to England's cooking when it says improving lump? Stop reading the fills, dammit. D:
Re: When the Wind Blows the Water White and Black (5/?)
anonymous
June 21 2009, 20:01:01 UTC
I´m loving this SO MUCH. You´re good. You´re REALLY good. The story flows so well and the characterization is perfect and the dialogues are great and ahdjhdskh merman!Arthur FTW. Please update soon!!
I saw this prompt and nearly died! Mermaid lore is a guilty pleasure of mine, and one of my secret kinks is boys with fish tails! :O Shhh! Don't tell anyone! Anyway, this is a little different than the original scenario OP intended, but I'll try to work everything in! Hope you enjoy!
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More, author!anon! This is just lovely.
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I don't care that it has nothing to do with the song.
This is amazing so far <3333 Thank you for actually filling it. Can't wait for the rest.
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Francis, upon returning from a trip to Spain, expressed a similar sentiment, regarding Alfred over a glass of champagne and ratafia. "We did not fight at Yorktown so you could continue to spout this absurdite. Alfred, mon ami, if you no longer wish to be called a child of England's, then perhaps you should stop acting like one ( ... )
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So, when is the action, huh? /suggestive wink
Is Captcha pertaining to England's cooking when it says improving lump? Stop reading the fills, dammit. D:
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