Lucid Memories [2a/?]
anonymous
July 13 2010, 02:35:03 UTC
Present Time…
"Thanks for stopping by, England!" A certain loud blond thanked the Englishman. England grunted in response.
It was a typical sunny afternoon in West Virginia. America and England were sitting at the kitchen table, eating their lunch together. Arthur was surprised that the food wasn't hamburgers or a meal from McDonald's. He wondered where he had gone wrong with that boy… he never seems to eat anything except those blasted burgers these days…
What was the Englishman doing in America's house? He was coming by to visit him. This was nothing out of the ordinary. This was one of the times when Arthur would come to stay at Alfred's house in West Virginia, far from D.C. Living in the capitol was annoying sometimes, with all the politicians walking in and out though the whole day. It was troublesome. The American's house was actually out in the near suburbs, close to the city.
Alfred's kitchen was small. It was painted yellow, to bring in sunshine into the room. Not like it already has with the idiot's happy going personality. Besides the stove and fridge was the kitchen table, fit for two.
The last time Arthur came by, the American was living in a bigger house that was fit for several families. Than again… it was when he had fifty kids or so underneath his roof. It was strange to think of his former colony as a father. The thought of it made him feel old.
He stared down at the drooping turkey sandwich that has been sitting on his plate for awhile. The sandwich was quickly slapped together at the last minute by the way everything seemed to be stacked on here and there. Well, at least it wasn't a burger. .
"What's wrong?" England felt Alfred staring at him as he examined his lunch. His curiosity sounded sincere. There was no hint of laughing behind his question. The American was wearing his usually bright sunny smile. Damn. The boy smiled too much. What was there to smile for?
"Nothing." He told him. His voice was peaceful and soft. There really was nothing wrong with him. He was with America. His America. The little colony he once took care of. Sure, there were small disagreements, but it was part of their relationship. It was how they got along with each other. It wasn't like his relationship with Francis, who was always full of lust and his strange antics. No… England thought. Their relationship was special. It was something he had never felt before.
Alfred's smile grew wider. "Awww, not going to complain about my food, Iggy?"
The English man fumed while he mumbled to the American to shut up, groaning at the nickname his former colony had labeled him with. When he befriended Japan, the first thing he did was to ask him how to say England in Japanese. When the Japanese man told him that it was Igiritsu, the America thought that the name was too long, so he stuck to Iggy. So Iggy it was.
"Well," The American perkily said. "This is better than those terrible scones you made!" He watched with pleasure as blood traveled up through Arthur's cheeks. It's so much fun teasing this guy, Alfred thought with glee.
The Englishman wanted to strangle the idiot. "Hey!" He was still blushing. "I made those scones you bloody idiot!" He had to roll up the sleeves of his green vest as he started to eat.
"Ah, ha ha!" The stupid America laughed. "I know!" Why wouldn't he stop smiling! "I just like to watch your reactions!" He gave England a crooked grin. S-stupid Alfred!
"I-idiot… I thought you liked my food… You never complained about it when you were little…" He stared the soft azure blue eyes that were hidden behind Texas, his glasses. They were as clear as crystal.
Azure eyes blinked back. "I only ate them because I didn't want to hurt your feelings." Alfred told him. He stopped to push Texas up the bridge of his pointed nose. It was the truth. So many times, the Englishman would 'cook', only to have end up burning the said food or set something up on fire.
The American colony would have gagged and choke, trying not to make it apparent to his guardian. He didn't want to make him mad. He looked so happy when he ate his food. He didn't want to destroy that happy. That simple happiness that kept them together…
Lucid Memories [2b/?]
anonymous
July 13 2010, 02:36:54 UTC
Arthur noticed Alfred was unusually quiet. "A-alfred?"
"Remember the Revolutionary War?" The change of topic was so sudden. So out of place. Why did he bring up the subject? He thought the fool knew better than to bring up the subject of that particular war! He thought that he knew.
Anger flashed in his bright green eyes. "What about it?"
"Arthur…?" His voice was distant, "Are…" there was hesitation. "Are you still mad at me?" He sounded hurt.
"Alfred… I…" Arthur didn't know how to start! "I don't know." He admitted.
Arthur fell into deep thought; he still had mixed feeling about the whole thing. He didn't like to think about it, he always tried to avoid the subject all together. The nightmares would come, but those were usually reserved when America's birthday came around. No. He didn't want to think about it. Of course he hated America! It was his bloody damn fault that he was a mess! His fault that he had to suffer. That he broke his first love! It was all his stupid fault!
"England?" The Englishman withdrew back into reality.
"Eh…" This was awkward. "I'll think about it. Okay?" He told the American nation. "I need to get to some time to think about it. I don't know yet." He saw a sad look reaching in his friend's eyes.
"I see." England felt rather guilty. He wanted to tell him that he wasn't mad at him anymore, but that would be lying, because he didn't know for sure if he could truly be mad at him anymore. It was too confusing. Too complicated. Besides, America was his colony. His brother. Wasn't it wrong to feel like this to your brother?
The small frown on America face quickly transformed into a smile, it was as if the sadness wasn't there at all. Was Arthur imagining it all? Was it just an illusion?
The American roughly grabbed the England's hand. "Let's go!"
England flinched at the slightly touch of his hand, but his inhuman grip remained strong as ever. "W-where the hell are you taking me to, you fool?" He couldn't stop the blood from flowing into his cheeks again. Why couldn't he react to America like he did with everyone else?
"I got to get you out of the house sometimes you know!"
"Let go of me!" But his exclamation was ignored as America dragged the short man out of the room, mumbling and protesting as he went, arguing with the American. It was just a typical day with America.
Arthur was surprised of where Alfred had dragged him to. He was half expecting the idiot to bring to McDonalds, or take him to one of his stupid movie theaters. Instead, after running nonstop for awhile with the Englishman piggyback ridding on his back, they stopped at a local playground.
The small place was deserted, the sun was already setting. When they got to the swings, England climbed off of the American's back.
"Why did you bring me here?" He asked Alfred.
"Hmm…" He answered. He looked so peaceful as he laid on the ground, staring the white puffy clouds that were passing by. His dreaming expression may England slowly form a smile as the Englishman gently pushed himself on the swing. The two spent several minutes of complete silence. The only noise that was made was the sound of the swing and the swaying of the trees.
Arthur finally found his voice. "Alfred."
"Yeah?" Alfred looked back at him.
"Thanks for letting me come." The boy stared at him in shock. Shouldn't it have been in reverse? Usually, England would seem a bit reluctant to come over. Every single time. Why so nice all of the sudden?
"Don't…" Alfred closed his eyes. "Don't leave me." Arthur felt a sense of déjà vu. It was like when America was a colony again. Asking Arthur to don't leave the house.
Lucid Memories [2c/?]
anonymous
July 13 2010, 02:39:21 UTC
England blinked, continuing to stare straight ahead to the sky. "I-" He told him. "I have a country to run you know."
"I know that." Alfred whispered. "But…" His crystal blue eyes tried to blink away the tears. "I…the war… The Revolution…" At those words, everything suddenly blacked out, as Alfred fell into the darkness.
"Alfred! Are you?" England saw that America had fainted. "Alfred!" Please no… Not again… No…no…no… He thought as he tried to wake up the unconscious blond. Please… He remembered the smile the America had had his face when he asked him the question, "Do you still hate me?"
No, calm down you bloody fool. He just fainted. Take him back to your house. England tried to reason with himself. With a bit of struggle, he took his former colony by the arm and took him home, still full of worry. But he couldn't help but wonder of the cause of the spell…
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A/N: Stupid character limits. This is just a prologue too. The later chapters will definitely be very long.
"Thanks for stopping by, England!" A certain loud blond thanked the Englishman. England grunted in response.
It was a typical sunny afternoon in West Virginia. America and England were sitting at the kitchen table, eating their lunch together. Arthur was surprised that the food wasn't hamburgers or a meal from McDonald's. He wondered where he had gone wrong with that boy… he never seems to eat anything except those blasted burgers these days…
What was the Englishman doing in America's house? He was coming by to visit him. This was nothing out of the ordinary. This was one of the times when Arthur would come to stay at Alfred's house in West Virginia, far from D.C. Living in the capitol was annoying sometimes, with all the politicians walking in and out though the whole day. It was troublesome. The American's house was actually out in the near suburbs, close to the city.
Alfred's kitchen was small. It was painted yellow, to bring in sunshine into the room. Not like it already has with the idiot's happy going personality. Besides the stove and fridge was the kitchen table, fit for two.
The last time Arthur came by, the American was living in a bigger house that was fit for several families. Than again… it was when he had fifty kids or so underneath his roof. It was strange to think of his former colony as a father. The thought of it made him feel old.
He stared down at the drooping turkey sandwich that has been sitting on his plate for awhile. The sandwich was quickly slapped together at the last minute by the way everything seemed to be stacked on here and there. Well, at least it wasn't a burger. .
"What's wrong?" England felt Alfred staring at him as he examined his lunch. His curiosity sounded sincere. There was no hint of laughing behind his question. The American was wearing his usually bright sunny smile. Damn. The boy smiled too much. What was there to smile for?
"Nothing." He told him. His voice was peaceful and soft. There really was nothing wrong with him. He was with America. His America. The little colony he once took care of. Sure, there were small disagreements, but it was part of their relationship. It was how they got along with each other. It wasn't like his relationship with Francis, who was always full of lust and his strange antics. No… England thought. Their relationship was special. It was something he had never felt before.
Alfred's smile grew wider. "Awww, not going to complain about my food, Iggy?"
The English man fumed while he mumbled to the American to shut up, groaning at the nickname his former colony had labeled him with. When he befriended Japan, the first thing he did was to ask him how to say England in Japanese. When the Japanese man told him that it was Igiritsu, the America thought that the name was too long, so he stuck to Iggy. So Iggy it was.
"Well," The American perkily said. "This is better than those terrible scones you made!" He watched with pleasure as blood traveled up through Arthur's cheeks. It's so much fun teasing this guy, Alfred thought with glee.
The Englishman wanted to strangle the idiot. "Hey!" He was still blushing. "I made those scones you bloody idiot!" He had to roll up the sleeves of his green vest as he started to eat.
"Ah, ha ha!" The stupid America laughed. "I know!" Why wouldn't he stop smiling! "I just like to watch your reactions!" He gave England a crooked grin. S-stupid Alfred!
"I-idiot… I thought you liked my food… You never complained about it when you were little…" He stared the soft azure blue eyes that were hidden behind Texas, his glasses. They were as clear as crystal.
Azure eyes blinked back. "I only ate them because I didn't want to hurt your feelings." Alfred told him. He stopped to push Texas up the bridge of his pointed nose. It was the truth. So many times, the Englishman would 'cook', only to have end up burning the said food or set something up on fire.
The American colony would have gagged and choke, trying not to make it apparent to his guardian. He didn't want to make him mad. He looked so happy when he ate his food. He didn't want to destroy that happy. That simple happiness that kept them together…
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"Remember the Revolutionary War?" The change of topic was so sudden. So out of place. Why did he bring up the subject? He thought the fool knew better than to bring up the subject of that particular war! He thought that he knew.
Anger flashed in his bright green eyes. "What about it?"
"Arthur…?" His voice was distant, "Are…" there was hesitation. "Are you still mad at me?" He sounded hurt.
"Alfred… I…" Arthur didn't know how to start! "I don't know." He admitted.
Arthur fell into deep thought; he still had mixed feeling about the whole thing. He didn't like to think about it, he always tried to avoid the subject all together. The nightmares would come, but those were usually reserved when America's birthday came around. No. He didn't want to think about it. Of course he hated America! It was his bloody damn fault that he was a mess! His fault that he had to suffer. That he broke his first love! It was all his stupid fault!
"England?" The Englishman withdrew back into reality.
"Eh…" This was awkward. "I'll think about it. Okay?" He told the American nation. "I need to get to some time to think about it. I don't know yet." He saw a sad look reaching in his friend's eyes.
"I see." England felt rather guilty. He wanted to tell him that he wasn't mad at him anymore, but that would be lying, because he didn't know for sure if he could truly be mad at him anymore. It was too confusing. Too complicated. Besides, America was his colony. His brother. Wasn't it wrong to feel like this to your brother?
The small frown on America face quickly transformed into a smile, it was as if the sadness wasn't there at all. Was Arthur imagining it all? Was it just an illusion?
The American roughly grabbed the England's hand. "Let's go!"
England flinched at the slightly touch of his hand, but his inhuman grip remained strong as ever. "W-where the hell are you taking me to, you fool?" He couldn't stop the blood from flowing into his cheeks again. Why couldn't he react to America like he did with everyone else?
"I got to get you out of the house sometimes you know!"
"Let go of me!" But his exclamation was ignored as America dragged the short man out of the room, mumbling and protesting as he went, arguing with the American. It was just a typical day with America.
Arthur was surprised of where Alfred had dragged him to. He was half expecting the idiot to bring to McDonalds, or take him to one of his stupid movie theaters. Instead, after running nonstop for awhile with the Englishman piggyback ridding on his back, they stopped at a local playground.
The small place was deserted, the sun was already setting. When they got to the swings, England climbed off of the American's back.
"Why did you bring me here?" He asked Alfred.
"Hmm…" He answered. He looked so peaceful as he laid on the ground, staring the white puffy clouds that were passing by. His dreaming expression may England slowly form a smile as the Englishman gently pushed himself on the swing. The two spent several minutes of complete silence. The only noise that was made was the sound of the swing and the swaying of the trees.
Arthur finally found his voice. "Alfred."
"Yeah?" Alfred looked back at him.
"Thanks for letting me come." The boy stared at him in shock. Shouldn't it have been in reverse? Usually, England would seem a bit reluctant to come over. Every single time. Why so nice all of the sudden?
"Don't…" Alfred closed his eyes. "Don't leave me." Arthur felt a sense of déjà vu. It was like when America was a colony again. Asking Arthur to don't leave the house.
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"I know that." Alfred whispered. "But…" His crystal blue eyes tried to blink away the tears. "I…the war… The Revolution…" At those words, everything suddenly blacked out, as Alfred fell into the darkness.
"Alfred! Are you?" England saw that America had fainted. "Alfred!" Please no… Not again… No…no…no… He thought as he tried to wake up the unconscious blond. Please… He remembered the smile the America had had his face when he asked him the question, "Do you still hate me?"
No, calm down you bloody fool. He just fainted. Take him back to your house. England tried to reason with himself. With a bit of struggle, he took his former colony by the arm and took him home, still full of worry. But he couldn't help but wonder of the cause of the spell…
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A/N: Stupid character limits. This is just a prologue too. The later chapters will definitely be very long.
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