Angel 3/3 (comment before is 2/3, anon=fail T_T)
anonymous
November 26 2009, 00:31:45 UTC
19th October 2035
America paces up and down his living room. It feels empty, the entire house feels empty. No noise, no other person living here. He’d thought letting England go with one of his other states for a while would be a good idea, it would let him catch up on his work, not that quite little England ever stopped him working. It would let him get his head straight, there had been almost no time between the old England and the new England, he needed to think.
He’d found, though, that thinking only made things worse. How did you weigh England against England? How could you simultaneously mourn and welcome an entity that, while not the same, was similar enough. His angel would have never been born if his lover didn’t die.
He’d thought it wouldn’t be so hard to be alone in the house again, but he’d been wrong. England is quiet and unassuming but she has a strange way of making her presence known through the house, and he misses her.
When the door opens and Florida comes bouncing in, pulling England by her hand, he doesn’t even think. He’s so glad to see her, he runs across the floor, sweeping England into his arms and hugging her tight.
“Welcome back, Angel” he says, squeezing her to him. “Have you had a good time at Florida’s place?”
England flushes, not used to this attention, and nods. He grins and hugs her tighter. Maybe it was about time she got used to this attention.
21st November 2035
They throw a party for England to celebrate the day Maine found her. They would have celebrated on the day she came into being but America decided the day she came home would be more fitting. She wore a gingham dress that Idaho wad brought for her and her hair was tied into two pigtails by Florida, her favourite big sister.
They were in the living room, a cake in the middle of the coffee table, England kneeling next to it, staring at it. A lot had changed about her in a year, sometimes America couldn’t believe how...well...America she had become, but there was still that core of England in her, that strength and patience that he would always love, no matter what form it came in.
It was still awkward, sometimes. When she frowned that frown that was, in his mind, special for Arthur, and he was struck again by the knowledge that Arthur was gone...but it was better, easier. Arthur was Arthur, Angel was Angel...it was best not to compare.
She turned to look at him, smiled, then gestured for him to come over. He heard her saying something to Florida about how he had to be here for it to start, then he smiled and makes his way into the room.
America paces up and down his living room. It feels empty, the entire house feels empty. No noise, no other person living here. He’d thought letting England go with one of his other states for a while would be a good idea, it would let him catch up on his work, not that quite little England ever stopped him working. It would let him get his head straight, there had been almost no time between the old England and the new England, he needed to think.
He’d found, though, that thinking only made things worse. How did you weigh England against England? How could you simultaneously mourn and welcome an entity that, while not the same, was similar enough. His angel would have never been born if his lover didn’t die.
He’d thought it wouldn’t be so hard to be alone in the house again, but he’d been wrong. England is quiet and unassuming but she has a strange way of making her presence known through the house, and he misses her.
When the door opens and Florida comes bouncing in, pulling England by her hand, he doesn’t even think. He’s so glad to see her, he runs across the floor, sweeping England into his arms and hugging her tight.
“Welcome back, Angel” he says, squeezing her to him. “Have you had a good time at Florida’s place?”
England flushes, not used to this attention, and nods. He grins and hugs her tighter. Maybe it was about time she got used to this attention.
21st November 2035
They throw a party for England to celebrate the day Maine found her. They would have celebrated on the day she came into being but America decided the day she came home would be more fitting. She wore a gingham dress that Idaho wad brought for her and her hair was tied into two pigtails by Florida, her favourite big sister.
They were in the living room, a cake in the middle of the coffee table, England kneeling next to it, staring at it. A lot had changed about her in a year, sometimes America couldn’t believe how...well...America she had become, but there was still that core of England in her, that strength and patience that he would always love, no matter what form it came in.
It was still awkward, sometimes. When she frowned that frown that was, in his mind, special for Arthur, and he was struck again by the knowledge that Arthur was gone...but it was better, easier. Arthur was Arthur, Angel was Angel...it was best not to compare.
She turned to look at him, smiled, then gestured for him to come over. He heard her saying something to Florida about how he had to be here for it to start, then he smiled and makes his way into the room.
For now, this is good.
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this is wonderful and so sad ;__;
i'm glad that alfred managed to become more :) towards angel at the end
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