Like taking the salted salmon away from the...oh wait.
anonymous
August 31 2009, 01:20:19 UTC
It's anon's first time filling reading My Immortal because she wasn't in ff.net's HP fandom when the fic was all the rage/being raged at and what not. Needless to say, like Twilight, I couldn't get past the first three sentence so anon went off to do research. The dramatic readings and its article on TV Tropes are freaking hilarious.
Hope OP shall be happy with this~
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Like taking the salted salmon away from the...oh wait.
Greece successfully found out the way to get Japan, really mad. Raging, in fact. So livid, he'd admit to being scared off his pants if he wasn't too busy laughing so hard.
It was a well-known fact that Japan was a true blue Harry Potter fan. During the time he was reading the books, he absolutely abhorred spoilers and had been sulky whenever England wore his spoiler shirts. Japan collected all the versions of the books he could find. The covers and illustrations of Bloomsbury and Scholastic fascinated him. His favorite version, though, was the Chinese one, in which even the allusions to mystical culture had been adjusted to fit their audience.
It didn't take long for Japan to discover fanfiction, much to Greece's chagrin.
The Mediterranean nation would often come to visit, initially puzzled and worried about the decreasing time they spent together, only to find his friend glued to the PC with large headphones covering his ears.
Greece would watch Japan for a few minutes, wondering if he was alright leaving the house so unguarded while he sat fanboying over Ron/Hermione fics in his bedroom. On other times, he'd contemplate telling Korea that his brother sung along to a few Rain songs while he was at it, if only to blackmail him to get off the computer.
After a few weeks of such failed visits, Greece was struck with a brilliant idea. It looked good in theory, but at the time, he hadn't known that it would work well. Too well, in fact.
Japan was no stranger to badfic.
He hadn't really read one but he knew not to touch (click in his case) judging by the title, the summary and/or the pename. Being the polite personified landmass-man he was, he simply ignored their existence, somewhat dismayed that such badfic authors actually existed and thought their works were the epitome of literature, but nothing more than that.
One day, Greece came to visit, bursting (or rather, pushing the slide door quite forcefully) in his bedroom, quite excited.
Japan hadn't even considered asking how and why he had come without calling when a printed fanfic of over fifty pages was waved under his nose.
“It's Harry Potter and it's hilarious,” Greece explained shortly. “Read it.”
And Japan did.
The East Asian nation didn't even finish reading the main character's overly long name before quickly skimming through the rest of the fic. His grip on the papers tightened and his hands shook with barely suppressed anger.
“Greece-san,” Japan began, trying to steady his voice. “What, if I may ask, on earth, is this?” He asked as politely as he could, given his rapidly thinning patience for anyone who had the gall to corrupt or even show anything corrupt about his beloved fandom.
“'My Immortal',” Greece said cheerfully. “Cyberspace's best...worst badfic.”
China, who had thought of dropping by for a visit that day, was met with the most impressive sight he had ever seen in short of five decades.
Japan, in his pajamas, was chasing Greece (who was laughing like whenever he did after pwning Turkey in some way or another quite loudly) out of his dojo with a thick wad of rolled up paper. China had never heard so many Japanese profanities in one afternoon.
Since then, Japan lost the heart to search for HP fics and Greece kept a camcorder by him whenever he came to visit...just in case.
END.
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Sorry for the run-ons. They're a bad habit of mine. *bows in apology*
Hope OP shall be happy with this~
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Like taking the salted salmon away from the...oh wait.
Greece successfully found out the way to get Japan, really mad. Raging, in fact. So livid, he'd admit to being scared off his pants if he wasn't too busy laughing so hard.
It was a well-known fact that Japan was a true blue Harry Potter fan. During the time he was reading the books, he absolutely abhorred spoilers and had been sulky whenever England wore his spoiler shirts. Japan collected all the versions of the books he could find. The covers and illustrations of Bloomsbury and Scholastic fascinated him. His favorite version, though, was the Chinese one, in which even the allusions to mystical culture had been adjusted to fit their audience.
It didn't take long for Japan to discover fanfiction, much to Greece's chagrin.
The Mediterranean nation would often come to visit, initially puzzled and worried about the decreasing time they spent together, only to find his friend glued to the PC with large headphones covering his ears.
Greece would watch Japan for a few minutes, wondering if he was alright leaving the house so unguarded while he sat fanboying over Ron/Hermione fics in his bedroom. On other times, he'd contemplate telling Korea that his brother sung along to a few Rain songs while he was at it, if only to blackmail him to get off the computer.
After a few weeks of such failed visits, Greece was struck with a brilliant idea. It looked good in theory, but at the time, he hadn't known that it would work well. Too well, in fact.
Japan was no stranger to badfic.
He hadn't really read one but he knew not to touch (click in his case) judging by the title, the summary and/or the pename. Being the polite personified landmass-man he was, he simply ignored their existence, somewhat dismayed that such badfic authors actually existed and thought their works were the epitome of literature, but nothing more than that.
One day, Greece came to visit, bursting (or rather, pushing the slide door quite forcefully) in his bedroom, quite excited.
Japan hadn't even considered asking how and why he had come without calling when a printed fanfic of over fifty pages was waved under his nose.
“It's Harry Potter and it's hilarious,” Greece explained shortly. “Read it.”
And Japan did.
The East Asian nation didn't even finish reading the main character's overly long name before quickly skimming through the rest of the fic. His grip on the papers tightened and his hands shook with barely suppressed anger.
“Greece-san,” Japan began, trying to steady his voice. “What, if I may ask, on earth, is this?” He asked as politely as he could, given his rapidly thinning patience for anyone who had the gall to corrupt or even show anything corrupt about his beloved fandom.
“'My Immortal',” Greece said cheerfully. “Cyberspace's best...worst badfic.”
China, who had thought of dropping by for a visit that day, was met with the most impressive sight he had ever seen in short of five decades.
Japan, in his pajamas, was chasing Greece (who was laughing like whenever he did after pwning Turkey in some way or another quite loudly) out of his dojo with a thick wad of rolled up paper. China had never heard so many Japanese profanities in one afternoon.
Since then, Japan lost the heart to search for HP fics and Greece kept a camcorder by him whenever he came to visit...just in case.
END.
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Sorry for the run-ons. They're a bad habit of mine. *bows in apology*
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