To Avenge A Friend [2a/?]
anonymous
August 18 2009, 04:51:04 UTC
Thanks for the feedback, guys. That's really helped boost my confidence in what I'm about to do.
Second part's here. It's focusing on the other nations, namely the ones involved in the rape. Don't expect to feel much for them (except Italy). =========================
Chapter Two: A Disquiet The Mind Does Not Forget
Arthur "England" Kirkland was a patient man by nature. But even his patience had its limits.
It had been more than six months, and America was still just a complete reclusive shut-in. He had been hoping to catch up with Alfred at the world meeting the day before, but he completely avoided any contact with everyone, except Matthew.
And then there was that look on Matthew's face just before he left... Arthur never thought he'd ever see such a look in his eyes.
What was their deal anyway? It couldn’t have been about that day. Could it?
Whatever it was, he was going to see them head on and talk with them. Arthur picked up the phone and started to make reservations for a flight to Washington DC.
***
Francis looked over his appearance in the mirror, just one more time, to make sure he looked absolutely perfect for this dinner he was supposed to be attending with his boss. He checked the clock and realized he didn't have much time left. He put a splash of cologne on and got up, heading for the door.
It was then that the corner of his eye spotted that old portrait in the wall from so long ago of him and Matthew when he was still a child. Francis immediately found himself recalling the last world meeting. The look on Matthew's face. Alfred's extreme reluctance to be touched.
'And it's all because of you, jerk,' a nasty voice in his head told him.
Francis shook his head. No! So what if he did all that? It was for the greater good; to teach America a lesson. That his actions had consequences to them.
Kicking the voice out of his head, Francis grabbed his coat and ran off and out the door. Now he was going to be late.
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Oh man, I can't wait to write the scene where Matt eventually gets to really call them out on this.
To Avenge A Friend [2b/?]
anonymous
August 18 2009, 04:58:58 UTC
He could feel the chains holding him down to the cold, unforgiving stone floor.
He could hear the voices, but they were drowning each other out, so he couldn't make out the words.
He could see his friend standing in front of him, with his back turned.
"Alfred-san?" Kiku asked. He could recognize his American friend by that familiar head of golden blonde hair and tall, lean frame. Kiku tried to reach out to him, but the heavy shackles kept him firmly in place.
Alfred turned around. He told Kiku, "Don't come near me." His voice was both desperate and angry.
"Alfred-san, you're bleeding!" Kiku cried out. And indeed, Alfred was bleeding. Dark red blood poured from his eyes like tears, coming out of his mouth like vomit, streaming down his naked body.
He didn't care. All he did was say, "You know why, Kiku. You know why..."
Kiku Honda/Japan woke up from his dream, bolting straight up from his futon. He breathed steadily, trying to calm his pounding heart. Once he had settled down, he allowed himself to groan and started running his hands through his short back hair which was now soaked with cold sweat. He had been having these nightmares on and off for the past six months now. Ever since...
Kiku really didn't want to go back to sleep again. He got up, and went outside for some fresh air. He was feeling a little nauseous, and it definitely wasn't because yesterday's dinner disagreed with him.
Kiku tried to push away any feelings of guilt he had for his involvement in the events of that day by reassuring himself over and over again that this was for America's own good. He needed to learn that there were consequences for one's actions. He needed to realize that his whims and decisions were dragging everyone else down with him. That they weren't going to support his every screw up.
And yet, that feeling just wouldn't leave him alone. It wasn't just the stubborn guilt, but also a feeling of anxiety. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going to happen.
He didn't like it one bit. ***
Unlike Arthur or Francis, Feliciano Vargas/North Italy/Veneziano actually knew why America was acting this way. At the last world meeting, he really tried to talk with America, to tell him he was sorry and wanted to fix things between them. But the way America avoided him with utter disgust and fear, as if Feliciano were a diseased animal or something, along with Canada's extremely cruel words to him for trying, only furthered his guilt. Reminded him of just how badly he screwed up back there.
He really didn't think what they did six months ago was the right thing to do. But the others insisted that this was the only way America would learn. And Feliciano had no choice but to go along with it.
But ever since then, he avoided most of them. He hardly even spoke to his brother Lovino/Romano, who had no clue why Feliciano was wasting his time being so worried for that "idiot America," and Germany, who just brushed off Feliciano's concerns by saying that it would pass.
Feliciano wished he could do something, but what could he do? He wasn't the best fighter, and hardly anyone took him seriously.
He just felt so horrible now. Not even his favorite pastas and wines could lift his spirits. And that was saying something.
Re: To Avenge A Friend [2b/?]
anonymous
August 18 2009, 05:56:16 UTC
When i read the part where francis was saying that alfred's actions has consequences, i was like "and rape doesn't? That's really naive"
Seeing them like 'what's the big deal?' makes me want to choke them! I mean, comparing their histories length to alfred's, by those standards Alfred is a baby nation.
Re: To Avenge A Friend [2b/?]
anonymous
August 18 2009, 17:41:25 UTC
Oh Arthur, that really, really isn't the smartest idea right now. You're trying but no. All I'm seeing is him and Hungary being on the same flight, not seeing each other, Arthur spotting Matthew at the airport and wondering why he's there. Then he sees Hungary.
Feliciano, you poor dear but this is what you get for going to that meeting and not trying to stop them. And no one should really be on the end of Canada's anger, that's never good.
MORE MORE MORE! WANT! MORE~! Thank you so so much, I absolutely love it so far~! Oh Arthur...you sick bastard. But that's okay. I'm Sure, Author!Anon has things all worked out...
Second part's here. It's focusing on the other nations, namely the ones involved in the rape. Don't expect to feel much for them (except Italy).
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Chapter Two: A Disquiet The Mind Does Not Forget
Arthur "England" Kirkland was a patient man by nature. But even his patience had its limits.
It had been more than six months, and America was still just a complete reclusive shut-in. He had been hoping to catch up with Alfred at the world meeting the day before, but he completely avoided any contact with everyone, except Matthew.
And then there was that look on Matthew's face just before he left... Arthur never thought he'd ever see such a look in his eyes.
What was their deal anyway? It couldn’t have been about that day. Could it?
Whatever it was, he was going to see them head on and talk with them. Arthur picked up the phone and started to make reservations for a flight to Washington DC.
***
Francis looked over his appearance in the mirror, just one more time, to make sure he looked absolutely perfect for this dinner he was supposed to be attending with his boss. He checked the clock and realized he didn't have much time left. He put a splash of cologne on and got up, heading for the door.
It was then that the corner of his eye spotted that old portrait in the wall from so long ago of him and Matthew when he was still a child. Francis immediately found himself recalling the last world meeting. The look on Matthew's face. Alfred's extreme reluctance to be touched.
'And it's all because of you, jerk,' a nasty voice in his head told him.
Francis shook his head. No! So what if he did all that? It was for the greater good; to teach America a lesson. That his actions had consequences to them.
Kicking the voice out of his head, Francis grabbed his coat and ran off and out the door. Now he was going to be late.
=========================
Oh man, I can't wait to write the scene where Matt eventually gets to really call them out on this.
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He could hear the voices, but they were drowning each other out, so he couldn't make out the words.
He could see his friend standing in front of him, with his back turned.
"Alfred-san?" Kiku asked. He could recognize his American friend by that familiar head of golden blonde hair and tall, lean frame. Kiku tried to reach out to him, but the heavy shackles kept him firmly in place.
Alfred turned around. He told Kiku, "Don't come near me." His voice was both desperate and angry.
"Alfred-san, you're bleeding!" Kiku cried out. And indeed, Alfred was bleeding. Dark red blood poured from his eyes like tears, coming out of his mouth like vomit, streaming down his naked body.
He didn't care. All he did was say, "You know why, Kiku. You know why..."
Kiku Honda/Japan woke up from his dream, bolting straight up from his futon. He breathed steadily, trying to calm his pounding heart. Once he had settled down, he allowed himself to groan and started running his hands through his short back hair which was now soaked with cold sweat. He had been having these nightmares on and off for the past six months now. Ever since...
Kiku really didn't want to go back to sleep again. He got up, and went outside for some fresh air. He was feeling a little nauseous, and it definitely wasn't because yesterday's dinner disagreed with him.
Kiku tried to push away any feelings of guilt he had for his involvement in the events of that day by reassuring himself over and over again that this was for America's own good. He needed to learn that there were consequences for one's actions. He needed to realize that his whims and decisions were dragging everyone else down with him. That they weren't going to support his every screw up.
And yet, that feeling just wouldn't leave him alone. It wasn't just the stubborn guilt, but also a feeling of anxiety. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going to happen.
He didn't like it one bit.
***
Unlike Arthur or Francis, Feliciano Vargas/North Italy/Veneziano actually knew why America was acting this way. At the last world meeting, he really tried to talk with America, to tell him he was sorry and wanted to fix things between them. But the way America avoided him with utter disgust and fear, as if Feliciano were a diseased animal or something, along with Canada's extremely cruel words to him for trying, only furthered his guilt. Reminded him of just how badly he screwed up back there.
He really didn't think what they did six months ago was the right thing to do. But the others insisted that this was the only way America would learn. And Feliciano had no choice but to go along with it.
But ever since then, he avoided most of them. He hardly even spoke to his brother Lovino/Romano, who had no clue why Feliciano was wasting his time being so worried for that "idiot America," and Germany, who just brushed off Feliciano's concerns by saying that it would pass.
Feliciano wished he could do something, but what could he do? He wasn't the best fighter, and hardly anyone took him seriously.
He just felt so horrible now. Not even his favorite pastas and wines could lift his spirits. And that was saying something.
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Seeing them like 'what's the big deal?' makes me want to choke them! I mean, comparing their histories length to alfred's, by those standards Alfred is a baby nation.
Please continue soon! I'll love to read more.
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Feliciano, you poor dear but this is what you get for going to that meeting and not trying to stop them. And no one should really be on the end of Canada's anger, that's never good.
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