Red Fall: 14/?
anonymous
June 27 2009, 03:40:27 UTC
“I can’t-I don’t-w-who am I? Why c-can’t I r-remember?” the straw-haired man finally choked out, his eyes glazed with tears. Ivan gathered Alfred in his arms, whispering nothings into the sobbing man’s hair as he rubbed circles on his shuddering frame. Raising his chin with two fingers, violet eyes met azure as tears were wiped away. Suddenly, lips touched, and Alfred pressed into the contact, salty streaks still damp on his cheeks.
Flash; unbearable heat, his mind filled with cobwebs, warmth spreading across his mouth as he fell into unconsciousness-
They withdrew from each other, a light pink dusting on the American’s face. His still sleepy eyes regarded the Russian in a different light.
“Ah-I-Ivan…?” Ivan turned his smile as high as possible as he hugged Alfred tightly.
“Yes, Мой любимый; you haven’t forgotten me after all. I-I’m so grateful,” the elder country said, misty eyes the final touch on his act. Alfred rested on the other, his hands holding the coat in a slackened grip.
Red Fall: 15/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 04:46:44 UTC
It had been almost three days since Toris had seen America; guilt gradually ate away at him, charring the insides black. He felt horrible, sick and angry; worst of all, however, he felt responsible.
He could have freed Alfred, let him escape after he treated his injuries.
He could have tried to break his chains instead of just bringing the weak man food.
He could have, somehow, tried to have been stronger…
The Lithuanian buried his now shaking hands in his chocolate locks; the tears pulsed against his eyes, threatening to fall again. He hadn’t cried this much in a while; no reason to, really. He’d grown used to the treatment; the leering gazes and chilled touches, the semi-sweet tone that was soaked in death and blood, and Ivan’s brand, lovingly given by the Russian’s own hands and a rusty pipe.
But him…he was still pure-he was still a Hero
( ... )
Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 04:55:12 UTC
“Al-alfred?” Toris whispered, the words tumbling from his slightly parted lips. The American met his gaze, shifting slightly back behind his living shield.
“Little patriot, what did I tell you to say?” Ivan prompted gently, pressing a hand along his lower back. The American immediately looked fearful and upset.
“I’m s-sorry, M-mother; I-I didn’t mean to f-forget,” Alfred said as if he were on the verge of tears. Standing as straight as possible, he bowed slightly to the table, “My name is Alfred; it is very nice to meet you.”
Toris felt the warmth returning to his eyes; this-this couldn’t be America. Where was the confident, cocky grin? The sparkling fervor as he introduced himself? This child couldn’t be him; but Ivan’s smile told him otherwise. Said Russian gave Alfred’s head a soft pat
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 04:58:58 UTC
There was that pain again; remember, it said, remember! The American’s hands began to shake and he pressed one against his now throbbing temples, the tremors reverberating in his skull. He met Toris’s eyes, Alfred’s own filled with the beginnings of unraveling.
“Don’t I-don’t I know you?” the American began slowly, each word carefully spoken, leaning against his hand for support, “There was crying-and, and…coffee? Your…name-T-t-or-”
Before another syllable could be spoken, Alfred’s lips were captured by a very demanding kiss, commanding all attention. Lips parted as Ivan drew away; the words had died before birth.
“You had sauce on your mouth, little patriot; I thought I would get it for you,” the Russian said pleasantly, his hands dancing along the back of Alfred’s neck.
“A-ah, M-mother, wh-what was I talking-?” Press. The American’s eyes briefly widened as he slipped forward, eyelids fluttering closed. Ivan stood, lifting Alfred into his arms; his gaze challenged that of a steel-eyed brunette. Lithuania did not turn away
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 06:04:18 UTC
That last line gave me shivers.
I have to say, I'm really really not a big fan of Russia always being shown as bat shit insane. But...there's just something about your Russia I like.
I don't think I've commented on this fill yet, but I've followed the updates since the first part and I eagerly await more and hope that there is a happy ending so I don't feel as guilty for enjoying this. I'm a bad America!anon.
Mmmmm Kotmis Satsivi sounds delicious after I googled it. I could ... almost make it! Missing a chicken lol BASHFUL AMERICA IS ADORABLE DAMMIT SO CLOSE LIET! SO CLOSE!
I love how Ivan is struggling to keep things his way because of Liet. At the moment, I have no idea how things will turn out for America and that's what makes this exciting for me. Especially since I didn't specify how I wanted it to end. Will there be a happy ending for Russia, or will America get it? OR BOTH? I DUNNO ¯\(°_0)/¯ (I don't mind any ending) Although at the moment I don't want this end anytime soon. I LOVE THIS AND YOU A-ANON!!!! *throws you internets*
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 07:45:39 UTC
I'M NOT SURE HOW TO EXPRESS MY JOY...SO I DECIDED TO ABUSE CAPSLOCK, EVEN THOUGH IT PALES IN COMPARISON TO MY TRUE LOVE OF THIS. YES. TIMID!ALFRED IS JUST TOO ADORABLE~
YOUR RUSSIA IS GREAT. TWISTED, BUT STILL...AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING, IF THAT MAKES SENSE.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS WILL END, WHICH MAKES IT AWESOMELY SUSPENSEFUL/EXCITING...AND KINDA CRAZY CUZ IT'S SO GOOD SOMETIMES ID ON'T WANT IT TO END...BUT I WANNA KNOW HOW IT DOES D8
I also am now curious to see how other nations would react to this broken!America
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 08:30:49 UTC
I AM UTTERLY OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC NOW.
I'm too sleepy to coheriently write why I love this fanfiction to the extent that I do, but nonetheless, I adore this fic and I look forward to it's updates throughout the day. Like everyone else said, I LOVE how long this is, and how slowly manipulative you've made Ivan. It's wonderful.
Red Fall: 18/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 02:47:50 UTC
A-Anon is currently recovering from spasms after reading the comments for the last section; she squealed herself into fainting, but should be back soon (and accepts your internets, broken heart pieces, and pets the abused Caps Lock). Please pardon any errors you find and enjoy! :) Consciousness ebbed in cautiously, testing the mind’s waters for safety; eyes opened to an orange bathed room, the sky aflame with deep reds and pinks as the sun traded places with the moon. Ivan’s arms were draped around the American's now slight frame, loosely locked to hold Alfred in place. The tall Russian’s body was pressed against his own, spooning in a position usually reserved for the closest of lovers. The straw-blonde felt heat prickle across his cheeks
( ... )
Red Fall: 19/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 02:56:00 UTC
A beat of silence; the Russian had to be very careful now. This was his chance, the moment to cement all of his work in place; however, it would only work if the brat was willing…
Counting to five, Ivan turned the handle, making a show of leaving.
“Wait! I-I-Mother, I’m sorry! Please don’t leave!” a voice said, the tone choked with tears. Ivan smirked; this was going well. Wiping the smile from his face, he turned, facade composed into the most hurt expression he could muster.
“My patriot, you must be fully aware of what you say,” the Ivan said, slowly returning to the bed. He wiped the unshed drops from Alfred’s eyes, cupping the side of his face, “When you say you love Mother, Mother will give you his love in return; all of it.”
Alfred’s mind raced, his heart pumping loudly in his ears. He loved Mother; he was sure of it. Then why-why did he hesitate? It was that little voice, the one that told him he had to remember something…Well-well, what did it know?! It was wrong! Mother cared about him! Loved him!
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Flash; unbearable heat, his mind filled with cobwebs, warmth spreading across his mouth as he fell into unconsciousness-
They withdrew from each other, a light pink dusting on the American’s face. His still sleepy eyes regarded the Russian in a different light.
“Ah-I-Ivan…?” Ivan turned his smile as high as possible as he hugged Alfred tightly.
“Yes, Мой любимый; you haven’t forgotten me after all. I-I’m so grateful,” the elder country said, misty eyes the final touch on his act. Alfred rested on the other, his hands holding the coat in a slackened grip.
Something felt…wrong. But Ivan ( ... )
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Can't wait for the next chapter!
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can't wait to see the Baltics reaction to his memory loss
tomorrow needs to come faster!
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He could have freed Alfred, let him escape after he treated his injuries.
He could have tried to break his chains instead of just bringing the weak man food.
He could have, somehow, tried to have been stronger…
The Lithuanian buried his now shaking hands in his chocolate locks; the tears pulsed against his eyes, threatening to fall again. He hadn’t cried this much in a while; no reason to, really. He’d grown used to the treatment; the leering gazes and chilled touches, the semi-sweet tone that was soaked in death and blood, and Ivan’s brand, lovingly given by the Russian’s own hands and a rusty pipe.
But him…he was still pure-he was still a Hero ( ... )
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“Little patriot, what did I tell you to say?” Ivan prompted gently, pressing a hand along his lower back. The American immediately looked fearful and upset.
“I’m s-sorry, M-mother; I-I didn’t mean to f-forget,” Alfred said as if he were on the verge of tears. Standing as straight as possible, he bowed slightly to the table, “My name is Alfred; it is very nice to meet you.”
Toris felt the warmth returning to his eyes; this-this couldn’t be America. Where was the confident, cocky grin? The sparkling fervor as he introduced himself? This child couldn’t be him; but Ivan’s smile told him otherwise. Said Russian gave Alfred’s head a soft pat ( ... )
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“Don’t I-don’t I know you?” the American began slowly, each word carefully spoken, leaning against his hand for support, “There was crying-and, and…coffee? Your…name-T-t-or-”
Before another syllable could be spoken, Alfred’s lips were captured by a very demanding kiss, commanding all attention. Lips parted as Ivan drew away; the words had died before birth.
“You had sauce on your mouth, little patriot; I thought I would get it for you,” the Russian said pleasantly, his hands dancing along the back of Alfred’s neck.
“A-ah, M-mother, wh-what was I talking-?” Press. The American’s eyes briefly widened as he slipped forward, eyelids fluttering closed. Ivan stood, lifting Alfred into his arms; his gaze challenged that of a steel-eyed brunette. Lithuania did not turn away ( ... )
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I have to say, I'm really really not a big fan of Russia always being shown as bat shit insane. But...there's just something about your Russia I like.
I don't think I've commented on this fill yet, but I've followed the updates since the first part and I eagerly await more and hope that there is a happy ending so I don't feel as guilty for enjoying this. I'm a bad America!anon.
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BASHFUL AMERICA IS ADORABLE DAMMIT
SO CLOSE LIET! SO CLOSE!
I love how Ivan is struggling to keep things his way because of Liet. At the moment, I have no idea how things will turn out for America and that's what makes this exciting for me. Especially since I didn't specify how I wanted it to end. Will there be a happy ending for Russia, or will America get it? OR BOTH? I DUNNO ¯\(°_0)/¯ (I don't mind any ending) Although at the moment I don't want this end anytime soon. I LOVE THIS AND YOU A-ANON!!!! *throws you internets*
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YOUR RUSSIA IS GREAT. TWISTED, BUT STILL...AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING, IF THAT MAKES SENSE.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS WILL END, WHICH MAKES IT AWESOMELY SUSPENSEFUL/EXCITING...AND KINDA CRAZY CUZ IT'S SO GOOD SOMETIMES ID ON'T WANT IT TO END...BUT I WANNA KNOW HOW IT DOES D8
I also am now curious to see how other nations would react to this broken!America
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Liet, fight on, please. PLEASE.
...Alfred is really adorable though. This anon is also a horrible patriot.
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I'm too sleepy to coheriently write why I love this fanfiction to the extent that I do, but nonetheless, I adore this fic and I look forward to it's updates throughout the day. Like everyone else said, I LOVE how long this is, and how slowly manipulative you've made Ivan. It's wonderful.
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Counting to five, Ivan turned the handle, making a show of leaving.
“Wait! I-I-Mother, I’m sorry! Please don’t leave!” a voice said, the tone choked with tears. Ivan smirked; this was going well. Wiping the smile from his face, he turned, facade composed into the most hurt expression he could muster.
“My patriot, you must be fully aware of what you say,” the Ivan said, slowly returning to the bed. He wiped the unshed drops from Alfred’s eyes, cupping the side of his face, “When you say you love Mother, Mother will give you his love in return; all of it.”
Alfred’s mind raced, his heart pumping loudly in his ears. He loved Mother; he was sure of it. Then why-why did he hesitate? It was that little voice, the one that told him he had to remember something…Well-well, what did it know?! It was wrong! Mother cared about him! Loved him!
No! Alfred, you ( ... )
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