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America paced the borders of England's land, so close to the etheric lines traced out by the buried talismans that he could feel his hair standing up as if in a lightning-storm, his blood heating in his veins. The moon was full that night, a low-hanging disk as silver as the collar shining on his neck. He was in his beast-form now, padding on silent paws, his tail low and limp and his head bowed. He'd used to try and avoid being in his animal form - it made England nervous, made the rabbit-side of him react badly. Now, for the same reason, America lived in his four-legged shape as much as he could, and the only sounds England heard out of him were growls and howls.
He startled and scrambled back on his haunches, eyes wide, as suddenly - France.
"Poor enfant," France cooed, striding easily towards him, taking no notice of the border-lines traced out by England's magic. "Quel dommage! But I did tell you that you would not find England a pleasant master."
America hunkered low, resenting France's blithely self-confident hand patting him exactly as if he were the collared dog that England's possessiveness and his own stubborn malice had made him look like. But it had been so long since anyone had smiled at him, or petted him - England didn't dare, even with the silver collar; somehow the blind, unthinking rage, the sheer wanting of America to bite him, was worse than the physical pain that would have come if he actually did it - that he forced himself to stay quiet and unsnapping under France's hand.
"Worry not," France told him, ruffling his gorgeous tail in pleased self-congratulations, so that the multi-colored feathers caught and reflected the sun's light in a blaze of colorful glory. He paused for a moment to admire himself. "Everyone's heard your howling, and you're such a cub - no one blames you, truly. And, better still, England's got no friends among us." He snickered, and snickered again when America's only response to that was to lift his lip and expose a flash of white, dagger-sharp fangs. There had been a time when America would have been at France's throat for daring to insult his beloved England. Oh, how the winds had changed - and, this was the best part of the jest - for such did France think of it, one long, marvelous, subtly hilarious jest just dripping with the gods' irony - the winds had changed due to England's own actions.
"Spain and Prussia think they have a way to get you free of that nasty collar, cubling," France cooed to him, keeping his own hands well away from the finely-worked artifact. "And England's own brothers told us of that way; they may not have his raw power, but they know as much, if not more, than he does of the old ways. Oh yes."
America whined in eagerness, but France's head snapped up as he heard an angry shout and saw England come up from over a hill's crest and hurry towards them with shouted oaths. France laughed, a mocking sound set to carry to England's ears, and faded into the forest, beyond England's boundaries, and where he couldn't be caught unless England tried very hard.
England came running up, his nose twitching and quivering as it did when he scented danger. "Why didn't you drive him off?" he demanded of America, unthinkingly, remembering old days when his puppy mounted self-important patrol and harassed France at the merest scent of him for real and imagined sins against England - but those days were long past, he was reminded, when America's only reply was laid-back ears and a low snarl.
England's heart ached again, but he forced himself to spin on his heel and leave America to himself.
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america as dog-like is endearing. i wanna hear him whiiiiiiine. :3
idk what you mean, captcha, but are you saying boars master's has something to do with the story?
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I'm thrilled that you're still continuing this fill; I was afraid that it'd become dead. Do keep on writing, even if I know that the following parts won't be nearly as fluffy as the preceding ones.
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It won't be fluffy for a long while, but with so many puppies and bunnies and other animals running around, I have high hopes for injecting high amounts of fluff later.
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this is my first time posting/commenting here... but this is fic is too cute... also SAD .... I wanna cry so badly *snif*
I'll be looking forward the next chap
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I just love the small details in this. Though I admit, I could not relate to any of the magical stuff there. XDDD
What can I say? They're breaking my heart. As they say Englang - If you love someone, set them free. If they come back then you're meant to be.
But it will be difficult with America's anger and England's pride. D:
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apart from that, the story is great
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