Lavender Terror [Part 6/?]
anonymous
January 5 2010, 02:02:07 UTC
America forced himself to breathe normally. He could beat this. He could beat anyone. Wasn't he the strongest of them? This should be easy. This shouldn't even have been a problem in the first place. “Yeah. Th-that's the issue, that right there.” “You mean your suspicions?” America had to think about that one. “No.” After all, what he believed was his own business. He had been gullible in the past; it was better now that he was cautious. “It's not that. It's the fear.” “Fear? Of what, precisely?” Initially, America felt offended until he realized he wasn't sure. “I... look, I don't know. I can root out traitors, I can fend anyone off. There's no reason for me to be afraid.” Germany shook his head. “You don't need to deny the truth of your fears. It doesn't matter if the reason is there - the emotion is real.” “Thanks.” That was a lovely sentiment there. Germany had this whole shrink-talk style down pat. “So I take it then that these fears are not associated with anything in particular.” “No. I mean... yes. I mean, there is something - someone - that I'm afraid of. But I don't know what I'm afraid of them doing.” Germany waited a few seconds. “You have to tell me who they are for me to have any idea what you're talking about, you know.” “Right.” Blood flooded America's face. He knew that. He just couldn't stand to speak their names. “The... the communists. The Soviets.” “Russia.” America cringed at the word. “You have to understand,” he added quickly. “I'm not afraid of a war. I'd be fine with a war. I'd love to smash his face into the ground. It's just...” He stopped. Germany nodded, as though he understood - which would be a miracle, because America had no idea what he was saying. “So how long have these fears been present?” he asked, saving America from having to finish his sentence. “Since the war, mostly. But they've been getting worse.” “How so?” “I... kind of flipped the other day.” Germany looked up from his writing. “What?” “Like, I flipped out.” America made a flippy hand gesture that he hoped was any use in terms of explanation. Germany blinked at him. “I'm not familiar with that term.” Damned European. He was America, speak English. “I... uh... I thought my brother was one of them. England, I mean.” “Them meaning the communists?” America's face burned again. “Yeah.” “And what did you do?” “I... I threatened him, a little. Waved a skewer around. Nothing much.” “Did you try to kill him?” Germany asked abruptly. America drew in breath and slowly turned to face him. “How the fuck did you know?” Panic flashed across Germany's face before he re-assumed his usual impassive stare. “Just a guess.” “Don't lie,” America hissed. “He told you, didn't he?” “He... he mentioned something of the sort to me. Just as a precaution.” Germany acted as though all Britain had told him about was America's favorite color. “A precaution? In case I suddenly start running after all of you with a chainsaw, is that it?” “This is a life-and-death matter for all of us, America,” Germany explained, as though he were talking to a child. “We already know Russia is entirely unpredictable. We thought we could rely on you to act reasonably. If anything happens to your mind...” He broke eye contact. “We can't risk it.” America stared at him, nails digging into the fabric of the couch. “You know what you are?” “What?” “A shitty shrink.” He got up to leave. Germany's eyes widened. “Forgive me. I didn't think the ordinary rules of -” “Shut it.” “-doctor-patient confidentiality -” “Dp dp dp.” America made a little “shut up” gesture with his hand. “I can take care of myself, thank you.” He walked out. Germany stared after him. “We have an appointment next Thursday, remember!” he called out. America didn't respond.
Re: Lavender Terror [Part 6/?]
anonymous
January 11 2010, 02:33:54 UTC
oh wow, anon. I really REALLY need more of this. I love the way you write America. Perfect mix of asshole and insecurity IMO.
Also love how the other nations say they want to 'help' America but are more worried about how his possible instability might affect them, rather than actually caring about him. Also liked how casual England acted after America tried to kill him - it seems the sort of way a nearly-immortal nation would react to that sort of situation, in my mind at least. Probably happens more often than we think.
That said I'd like to suggest putting a space between each paragraph. The long wall of text gets a little hard to read on the internet. But even if you choose not to I'll still keep reading because it's a lovely fill. Please keep it up!
“You mean your suspicions?”
America had to think about that one. “No.” After all, what he believed was his own business. He had been gullible in the past; it was better now that he was cautious. “It's not that. It's the fear.”
“Fear? Of what, precisely?”
Initially, America felt offended until he realized he wasn't sure. “I... look, I don't know. I can root out traitors, I can fend anyone off. There's no reason for me to be afraid.”
Germany shook his head. “You don't need to deny the truth of your fears. It doesn't matter if the reason is there - the emotion is real.”
“Thanks.” That was a lovely sentiment there. Germany had this whole shrink-talk style down pat.
“So I take it then that these fears are not associated with anything in particular.”
“No. I mean... yes. I mean, there is something - someone - that I'm afraid of. But I don't know what I'm afraid of them doing.”
Germany waited a few seconds. “You have to tell me who they are for me to have any idea what you're talking about, you know.”
“Right.” Blood flooded America's face. He knew that. He just couldn't stand to speak their names. “The... the communists. The Soviets.”
“Russia.”
America cringed at the word. “You have to understand,” he added quickly. “I'm not afraid of a war. I'd be fine with a war. I'd love to smash his face into the ground. It's just...” He stopped.
Germany nodded, as though he understood - which would be a miracle, because America had no idea what he was saying. “So how long have these fears been present?” he asked, saving America from having to finish his sentence.
“Since the war, mostly. But they've been getting worse.”
“How so?”
“I... kind of flipped the other day.”
Germany looked up from his writing. “What?”
“Like, I flipped out.” America made a flippy hand gesture that he hoped was any use in terms of explanation.
Germany blinked at him. “I'm not familiar with that term.”
Damned European. He was America, speak English. “I... uh... I thought my brother was one of them. England, I mean.”
“Them meaning the communists?”
America's face burned again. “Yeah.”
“And what did you do?”
“I... I threatened him, a little. Waved a skewer around. Nothing much.”
“Did you try to kill him?” Germany asked abruptly.
America drew in breath and slowly turned to face him. “How the fuck did you know?”
Panic flashed across Germany's face before he re-assumed his usual impassive stare. “Just a guess.”
“Don't lie,” America hissed. “He told you, didn't he?”
“He... he mentioned something of the sort to me. Just as a precaution.” Germany acted as though all Britain had told him about was America's favorite color.
“A precaution? In case I suddenly start running after all of you with a chainsaw, is that it?”
“This is a life-and-death matter for all of us, America,” Germany explained, as though he were talking to a child. “We already know Russia is entirely unpredictable. We thought we could rely on you to act reasonably. If anything happens to your mind...” He broke eye contact. “We can't risk it.”
America stared at him, nails digging into the fabric of the couch. “You know what you are?”
“What?”
“A shitty shrink.” He got up to leave.
Germany's eyes widened. “Forgive me. I didn't think the ordinary rules of -”
“Shut it.”
“-doctor-patient confidentiality -”
“Dp dp dp.” America made a little “shut up” gesture with his hand. “I can take care of myself, thank you.” He walked out.
Germany stared after him. “We have an appointment next Thursday, remember!” he called out. America didn't respond.
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I love the way you write America. Perfect mix of asshole and insecurity IMO.
Also love how the other nations say they want to 'help' America but are more worried about how his possible instability might affect them, rather than actually caring about him. Also liked how casual England acted after America tried to kill him - it seems the sort of way a nearly-immortal nation would react to that sort of situation, in my mind at least. Probably happens more often than we think.
That said I'd like to suggest putting a space between each paragraph. The long wall of text gets a little hard to read on the internet. But even if you choose not to I'll still keep reading because it's a lovely fill. Please keep it up!
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