Painting on a Blank Canvas [3]
anonymous
December 14 2009, 03:53:00 UTC
You gaaaiz D: Seriously. You made me do it.
Also, eh, sorry for the grammar mistakes D: I really wouldn't mind you pointing them out to me so I can fix it...
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England sleeps for the duration of the afternoon, his body still suffering from the toll of his injuries. America guesses that it may also be because of the apparent gaps in his memory.
England remembers the idea of nations having a personification, but not that he himself is one. He remembers his human name - Arthur Kirkland - but not his name, England. He remembers the Union Jack, but not who are under that same flag and their relation to him. He can remember his beloved Queen Elizabeth, but not the one that sits on the throne today. He can remember his current Prime Minister, but not his greatest king, his namesake, King Arthur. And he remembers his days as an empire, but he is unable to name a single one of his colonies.
When France stops by that evening, England is awake and calls him “Gaul.” France does not say anything for a moment, but in the end he gives the green eyed nation a sad smile and nods. He merely says, “I am called France, now.”
“Ah,” England nods. “France, then.”
France’s smile drops at the tone, because it is neither the biting not the hateful one he is accustomed to. The Englishman’s condition clearly unsettles him.
Later, when the French nation is filled in with the circumstances, France looks at America with a frown, clearly disapproving of his actions. “Are you sure that is wise, Amerique?” He asks, his eyes looking through the crack of the door and at England, who is idly staring at the raindrops hitting his window. “After all, he might find out the truth.”
“He won’t.” America stands firm on his ground. “He won’t, because no one will tell him.” There was an unspoken ‘I will make sure of that’ hanging in the air. The world power’s blue eyes almost glint chillingly, but that could just be the lighting, France thinks. Though, he knows the younger nation will carry on with the threat. But the selfish way America was acting… It was almost terrifying, and God bless the brave soul that will stand up against America’s lies. Though… in the end, guilt will most surely come crashing down the American, because America has always stood up for truth and liberty. This is certainly not ‘truth,’ and neither could it be considered ‘liberty.’
France feels sorry for England, but he feels even sorrier for America.
Also, eh, sorry for the grammar mistakes D: I really wouldn't mind you pointing them out to me so I can fix it...
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England sleeps for the duration of the afternoon, his body still suffering from the toll of his injuries. America guesses that it may also be because of the apparent gaps in his memory.
England remembers the idea of nations having a personification, but not that he himself is one. He remembers his human name - Arthur Kirkland - but not his name, England. He remembers the Union Jack, but not who are under that same flag and their relation to him. He can remember his beloved Queen Elizabeth, but not the one that sits on the throne today. He can remember his current Prime Minister, but not his greatest king, his namesake, King Arthur. And he remembers his days as an empire, but he is unable to name a single one of his colonies.
When France stops by that evening, England is awake and calls him “Gaul.” France does not say anything for a moment, but in the end he gives the green eyed nation a sad smile and nods. He merely says, “I am called France, now.”
“Ah,” England nods. “France, then.”
France’s smile drops at the tone, because it is neither the biting not the hateful one he is accustomed to. The Englishman’s condition clearly unsettles him.
Later, when the French nation is filled in with the circumstances, France looks at America with a frown, clearly disapproving of his actions. “Are you sure that is wise, Amerique?” He asks, his eyes looking through the crack of the door and at England, who is idly staring at the raindrops hitting his window. “After all, he might find out the truth.”
“He won’t.” America stands firm on his ground. “He won’t, because no one will tell him.” There was an unspoken ‘I will make sure of that’ hanging in the air. The world power’s blue eyes almost glint chillingly, but that could just be the lighting, France thinks. Though, he knows the younger nation will carry on with the threat. But the selfish way America was acting… It was almost terrifying, and God bless the brave soul that will stand up against America’s lies. Though… in the end, guilt will most surely come crashing down the American, because America has always stood up for truth and liberty. This is certainly not ‘truth,’ and neither could it be considered ‘liberty.’
France feels sorry for England, but he feels even sorrier for America.
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I really liked the way France and England interacted in this part. Poor America D: Keep up the good work ^^
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