This picture inspired Anon so much it hurt. Anon wants to thank OP for making this request and hopes OP enjoys!
Arthur was no stranger to myths. It wasn’t just about understanding their history, or communicating with magical creatures, it was a bond, a commitment of some sort.
They could trust each other.
Arthur had relied on this trust many times, sharing his heart and mind with the ones no one else could see. They stood by him in times of welfare, but mostly in times of pain. They were the warmth when he was cold, the love when he felt hate, the words when he stayed silent. He loved them deeply, truly and purely, in a way that could only be understood by the ones accepting this love, and returning it.
It was this love, that drew the creatures to the Nation, for it radiated, shining through him, and they had to do nothing but see his eyes and know he meant no harm
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Still, as a Nation, time had a different way of flowing and the matters of the world have kept him busy like no one could have foreseen. Still, despite Alfred being out of sight, he never left his heart.
It was a cold winter night when he returned home from a long day of meetings, to find Alfred sitting on the steps leading to his front door. He looked up at Arthur as the Nation looked down into those blinding eyes, noticing his glasses were missing.
Next to Alfred, lay another young man, noticeably younger than Alfred. Arthur gasped as the other opened his eyes, seeing the same brilliant shine. It was only after that, that Arthur noticed the small horn growing from his forehead. Alfred got up from the steps and eyed his caretaker, his friend, his everything with tears in his eyes.
“What am I?”They couldn’t keep the other one under their care, it would hinder him in leading the life Alfred had been able to live, and neither men wanted that. The young man met the same fate Alfred had when he was young, and was given the name of
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Oh, author!anon~ I can tell from the warmth and tenderness flowing through this that the picture must have had the same effect on you that it had on me. The first time I saw that picture, I had an overwhelming desire to protect the unicorn boy, and I felt that same overwhelming desire in Arthur as I was reading this.
This is everything I hoped for. Everything is so lovely and full of emotion. Your descriptions of the field where the unicorn led Arthur to Alfred, and especially of Alfred that first time Arthur saw him are simply beautiful. I love how you kept traits of hetalia!Alfred for unicorn!Alfred. And you included Matthew! ♥♥
There's so much I adore in this, but if I had to pick a single line, it would be this: "Arthur was no stranger to myths. Instead, he was its lover..." (Okay, that's two lines.)
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Arthur was no stranger to myths. It wasn’t just about understanding their history, or communicating with magical creatures, it was a bond, a commitment of some sort.
They could trust each other.
Arthur had relied on this trust many times, sharing his heart and mind with the ones no one else could see. They stood by him in times of welfare, but mostly in times of pain. They were the warmth when he was cold, the love when he felt hate, the words when he stayed silent. He loved them deeply, truly and purely, in a way that could only be understood by the ones accepting this love, and returning it.
It was this love, that drew the creatures to the Nation, for it radiated, shining through him, and they had to do nothing but see his eyes and know he meant no harm ( ... )
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It was a cold winter night when he returned home from a long day of meetings, to find Alfred sitting on the steps leading to his front door. He looked up at Arthur as the Nation looked down into those blinding eyes, noticing his glasses were missing.
Next to Alfred, lay another young man, noticeably younger than Alfred. Arthur gasped as the other opened his eyes, seeing the same brilliant shine. It was only after that, that Arthur noticed the small horn growing from his forehead. Alfred got up from the steps and eyed his caretaker, his friend, his everything with tears in his eyes.
“What am I?”They couldn’t keep the other one under their care, it would hinder him in leading the life Alfred had been able to live, and neither men wanted that. The young man met the same fate Alfred had when he was young, and was given the name of ( ... )
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This is everything I hoped for. Everything is so lovely and full of emotion. Your descriptions of the field where the unicorn led Arthur to Alfred, and especially of Alfred that first time Arthur saw him are simply beautiful. I love how you kept traits of hetalia!Alfred for unicorn!Alfred. And you included Matthew! ♥♥
There's so much I adore in this, but if I had to pick a single line, it would be this: "Arthur was no stranger to myths. Instead, he was its lover..." (Okay, that's two lines.)
Marvelous, Author!Anon. Thank you so very much!
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