As usual for this fail!anon, there is a fail!warning to go with this: despite the fact that author!anon strongly hinted elsewhere that she would like for someone to make the first request above…author!anon did not exactly fill it as requested. So it's not Alfred finding out so much as Arthur finding out years later that Alfred found out. My face has been introduced to my palm so many times in the course of this kinkmeme, my palm is starting to think they're married.Anyhow, on to the
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Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:05:00 UTC
Author!anon doesn't usually write Arthur this way, but the prompt seemed to call for it (as did the picture that inspired the prompt)--and I don't know if I ought to be ashamed to confess that I'm really enjoying this side of him! Thank you very much for reading. ♥
Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 05:47:11 UTC
D: Anon is fanning herself from this amazing fill, she stayed up till 2 AM when she has to wake up at 6 for work. This is really great, I can't wait to read the next installment ♥ ♥ ♥ hopefully all the encouragement thus far helps you trudge through writing these parts :'3 Good luck author!anon, you're doing stupendously!
Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:10:28 UTC
Oh, Anon! Author!anon is honored you stayed up, though somewhat regretful for making you lose sleep and very much hoping it was worth it for you. Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comments--encouragement most definitely gets me going. ♥ In fact, parts 6 through 9 are done and ready to go, as soon as I iron out a couple of paragraphs in part 5.
Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (4/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:48:37 UTC
Ah, author!anon got a little stuck at one point in the next part but has it sorted now, even if it did go long and have to be split into a shorter "a" and "b" part--both of which are coming up, along with the rest of the fill, right now.
I'm very happy you're enjoying it--thank you for reading!
the light that shines behind your eyes (5a/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:51:30 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part 5aThe touch does more than quiet them: it brings them a complete halt. Alfred looks over his shoulder at Arthur, really looks at him for the first time tonight; really looks at him for the first time in years, in years and years
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the light that shines behind your eyes (5b/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:52:44 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part 5bWith each roll of his hips, Arthur fucks Alfred's arse and Matthew's cock in the same movement, fucking their trembling away, making them tremble more. Their fucking is slow, slow and full; everything in small movements, anything more than that impossible. Arthur closes his eyes to let the fullness of it wash over and through him, even though Arthur is not the one being filled
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the light that shines behind your eyes (6/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:54:54 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part sixAlfred's words sound as if they ought to belong to some sort of joke, but Alfred isn't smiling, not with his eyes nor his mouth nor anywhere else. A quick glance shows Arthur that Matthew isn't smiling any longer, either
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the light that shines behind your eyes (7a/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:55:56 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part 7a
Arthur sighs. After a moment, he reaches over and runs his fingers through Matthew's hair, lingering to wind the curl 'round his finger before slipping out of the loose coil.
After another moment, he dares to rest his hand on Alfred's head. When Alfred doesn't shake him off, Arthur begins to stroke his hair, smoothing back that insistently upright forelock. Alfred's chest rises and falls with an especially deep breath before evening out.
"Now," Arthur says softly, continuing to pet Alfred, "are you ready to tell me what this is about?"
At first Alfred only breathes, steadily, wordlessly. Then, without moving, he says, "When I was a little kid, I thought you really loved me a lot." There's a pause, but not enough of one for Arthur to say anything before Alfred continues, "I thought I was your favorite. I thought I was important to you."
Alfred sounds like a little kid right now, but Arthur doesn't think it would be prudent to tell him so. "You were important to me."
the light that shines behind your eyes (7b/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 07:56:54 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part 7b"But I showed my worth in the War!" Alfred says, a note of pride washing out the other emotions so recently in his voice. "I fought right along side you and all the Allies
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Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (7b/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 09:18:12 UTC
Dear lord, this is awesome and beautiful and hot! I can't wait to read the rest of it! When it's finished, you should consider posting it to the US-Canada community. ♥
Alfred is an adorably pouty brat, Canada is incredibly sweet and strong at the same time, and England just can't help being a bit of a bastard. I love it! But I have to say, above all, the closeness of the obvious bond between Canada and America here is what really makes this fill.
Re: the light that shines behind your eyes (7b/9)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 15:30:57 UTC
...Author!anon did not know there was a US/Canada comm! I shall have to look for it.
I've had a lot of fun writing this one, especially in experimenting with new ways of characterizing some of the characters (from how I usually write them), so I'm really happy you're enjoying it so far. And I hope you enjoy it to the end even if -- spoiler alert! -- Matthew kind of fades while Arthur and Alfred sort themselves out. Or, I'm not sure that things are really sorted, but probably as much as they ever will be.
Thank you very much for reading and for your lovely comments! ♥
the light that shines behind your eyes - 8/9
anonymous
June 4 2009, 15:23:05 UTC
the light that shines behind your eyes - part eight
"What-"
"You wanted me to fall apart. You wanted me to fail," Alfred repeats, and Arthur realizes he's talking about his civil war.
Well. Arthur cannot entirely deny it. He would have been very happy to see Alfred's bizarre-or so it seemed to him at the time, and it truth it often still does-experiment with a democratic republic fail. But it was nothing to do with Alfred. It was the dangerous implications of the experiment itself. Why oh why must Alfred take everything so personally?
"Why would you think that means I don't like you." Despite the flat inflection, Arthur is certain even Alfred can tell the words clearly are a question.
Alfred shrugs.
"Did someone tell you that?" Arthur persists.
Alfred shrugs again, but Arthur knows he's hit it. Someone can't be Francis this time, though, because Francis had been with Arthur on that matter. They all had. All except-oh, bloody hell. Arthur will fucking kill that encroaching, power-hungry, imperialist Russian bastard
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As usual for this fail!anon, there is a fail!warning to go with this: despite the fact that author!anon strongly hinted elsewhere that she would like for someone to make the first request above…author!anon did not exactly fill it as requested. So it's not Alfred finding out so much as Arthur finding out years later that Alfred found out. My face has been introduced to my palm so many times in the course of this kinkmeme, my palm is starting to think they're married.Anyhow, on to the ( ... )
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This is absolutely fantastic, authoranon. I'm eagerly ancipating the next part!!
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I'm very happy you're enjoying it--thank you for reading!
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Arthur sighs. After a moment, he reaches over and runs his fingers through Matthew's hair, lingering to wind the curl 'round his finger before slipping out of the loose coil.
After another moment, he dares to rest his hand on Alfred's head. When Alfred doesn't shake him off, Arthur begins to stroke his hair, smoothing back that insistently upright forelock. Alfred's chest rises and falls with an especially deep breath before evening out.
"Now," Arthur says softly, continuing to pet Alfred, "are you ready to tell me what this is about?"
At first Alfred only breathes, steadily, wordlessly. Then, without moving, he says, "When I was a little kid, I thought you really loved me a lot." There's a pause, but not enough of one for Arthur to say anything before Alfred continues, "I thought I was your favorite. I thought I was important to you."
Alfred sounds like a little kid right now, but Arthur doesn't think it would be prudent to tell him so. "You were important to me."
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Alfred is an adorably pouty brat, Canada is incredibly sweet and strong at the same time, and England just can't help being a bit of a bastard. I love it! But I have to say, above all, the closeness of the obvious bond between Canada and America here is what really makes this fill.
Thank you so much!
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I've had a lot of fun writing this one, especially in experimenting with new ways of characterizing some of the characters (from how I usually write them), so I'm really happy you're enjoying it so far. And I hope you enjoy it to the end even if -- spoiler alert! -- Matthew kind of fades while Arthur and Alfred sort themselves out. Or, I'm not sure that things are really sorted, but probably as much as they ever will be.
Thank you very much for reading and for your lovely comments! ♥
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Off to read the rest now. I'm sure I will enjoy it!
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"What-"
"You wanted me to fall apart. You wanted me to fail," Alfred repeats, and Arthur realizes he's talking about his civil war.
Well. Arthur cannot entirely deny it. He would have been very happy to see Alfred's bizarre-or so it seemed to him at the time, and it truth it often still does-experiment with a democratic republic fail. But it was nothing to do with Alfred. It was the dangerous implications of the experiment itself. Why oh why must Alfred take everything so personally?
"Why would you think that means I don't like you." Despite the flat inflection, Arthur is certain even Alfred can tell the words clearly are a question.
Alfred shrugs.
"Did someone tell you that?" Arthur persists.
Alfred shrugs again, but Arthur knows he's hit it. Someone can't be Francis this time, though, because Francis had been with Arthur on that matter. They all had. All except-oh, bloody hell. Arthur will fucking kill that encroaching, power-hungry, imperialist Russian bastard ( ... )
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