Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [4b/?]
anonymous
March 30 2010, 01:18:22 UTC
This is why, with reserves of strength he didn't even know he had, Matthew pushes away, landing on his side. He quickly scrambles back until his back hits a wall, and Matthew sighs, glad for the support. Alfred, who is just so childish, looks so apologetic and hurt it almost makes Matthew cry, but he can't cry, not for Alfred or Arthur or Francis, so he laughs.
It must catch Alfred off guard, because the hoarse pained laughter makes the other boy slump to the ground, eyes fixed on Matthew. The space between is much less than an arm's length, their knees are almost touching, so Alfred reaches forward, sliding his dirty hand to cup Matthew's unburnt cheek. Then, parliament catches fire and Matthew has to scream because good god it hurts.
The scream catches Alfred off guard, and he jumps back, eyes wide as Matthew convulses, panting open mouthed against the dirt path as his whole body reacts to having his seat of government burned. For a moment, Alfred is a little entranced. Matthew looks almost orgasmic, writhing on the ground, hair reflecting the firelight around them, and that part of him which seems so unheroic is suddenly there, it's telling him he should just take what is his, make Matthew see. It is the same part which, that gloomy night fifty years ago, whispered that if Matthew wasn't to be his, he couldn't be anyone's as his hand squeezed the tender neck of the other nation.
Fifty years is not an inconsiderable amount of time for a young nation, so Alfred squashes those thoughts ruthlessly. Instead, he crawls back forward, gently turning Matthew over. He still isn't crying, but he is gasping so hard his gag reflex is reacting, and Alfred just soothes a hand through the dirty matted hair and whimpers into his neighbours forehead, “I'm sorry Mattie, forgive me please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry.”
Matthew can't respond, because if he tries to talk he'll just scream, but he wants desperately to tell Alfred it's okay and he does forgive him. He can't though, and through the awful haze of pain he sees Arthur approach, face guarded.
“Leave and I won't gut you,” the empire says firmly, bayonet fixed on Alfred. Alfred, ever rebellious almost tells Arthur to piss off, but he can see that he isn't joking. Arthur, for whatever reason, is not going to let Alfred have Matthew, so the younger blond stands slowly, easing Matthew's head onto the ground. At the other end of the alley he picks up his musket and without turning away from Arthur leaves, his eyes never straying from Matthew.
Once the upstart is gone Arthur drops next to the boy, trying his hardest to soothe the boy. “Shh,” he tells him, even as he picks up the shaking, gangly body, “where exactly does it hurt.” With Alfred gone Matthew lets himself cry, burying his face in Arthur's neck, despite the fact that that really just hurts.
“Everywhere,” he tells the other, and Arthur nods. London hadn't burned really all that long ago, only about two hundred years, and size be damned a burned capital was a burned capital. What he doesn't understand, is that when Matthew meant everywhere, he meant everywhere. Alfred always had made his head and heart hurt, after all.
This has deviated from the original request, anon took the 'tested' in 'time tested' VERY literally. ANYWAY, there will be porn soon and it will be so fluffy kittens will barf rainbows because of it. And then, somehow, I'll bring the humour back, probably with Poland.
Captcha; time forming, shut up captach, I know the prompt wanted fluffy time formed partnerships, it's coming.
Re: Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [4b/?]
anonymous
March 30 2010, 03:02:07 UTC
Yay!!! You updated so quickly, yay!, yay!, yay!!!! (*notice the fangirling*)
The interpretation of York--I LOVE IT!!!-, how obsessive and crazy Alfred is, how Matthew still forgives him, ahhh, and Arthur's protectiveness (LEAVE OR YOU GET GUTTED!!!) = <3
Oh, I wonder how Alfred will react when Washington is burning (and who's going to burn it? Matt? Arthur? oh, I'm so excited)
And, I agree with authoranon, time-tested is good and makes the end so much sweeter!!! Plus, I think you shouldn't worry too much about getting to the fluff, just get there when you get there.
:D :D :D I'm going to go study for that test tomorrow, now but, man, reading this fic was worth the long cramming time ahead. .
Re: Love is a Thing Only to Become and Eternally Be [4b/?]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 11:37:01 UTC
The testing in this part just makes that happiness they reach that much sweeter. To use a quote from my favorite web page of love quotes: The hardest-learned lesson: that people have only their kind of love to give, not our kind. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
Though, considering how obsessive Alfred is at this point, I can see some worries popping up for Arthur when their relationship comes out that might need to be soothed.
It must catch Alfred off guard, because the hoarse pained laughter makes the other boy slump to the ground, eyes fixed on Matthew. The space between is much less than an arm's length, their knees are almost touching, so Alfred reaches forward, sliding his dirty hand to cup Matthew's unburnt cheek. Then, parliament catches fire and Matthew has to scream because good god it hurts.
The scream catches Alfred off guard, and he jumps back, eyes wide as Matthew convulses, panting open mouthed against the dirt path as his whole body reacts to having his seat of government burned. For a moment, Alfred is a little entranced. Matthew looks almost orgasmic, writhing on the ground, hair reflecting the firelight around them, and that part of him which seems so unheroic is suddenly there, it's telling him he should just take what is his, make Matthew see. It is the same part which, that gloomy night fifty years ago, whispered that if Matthew wasn't to be his, he couldn't be anyone's as his hand squeezed the tender neck of the other nation.
Fifty years is not an inconsiderable amount of time for a young nation, so Alfred squashes those thoughts ruthlessly. Instead, he crawls back forward, gently turning Matthew over. He still isn't crying, but he is gasping so hard his gag reflex is reacting, and Alfred just soothes a hand through the dirty matted hair and whimpers into his neighbours forehead, “I'm sorry Mattie, forgive me please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry.”
Matthew can't respond, because if he tries to talk he'll just scream, but he wants desperately to tell Alfred it's okay and he does forgive him. He can't though, and through the awful haze of pain he sees Arthur approach, face guarded.
“Leave and I won't gut you,” the empire says firmly, bayonet fixed on Alfred. Alfred, ever rebellious almost tells Arthur to piss off, but he can see that he isn't joking. Arthur, for whatever reason, is not going to let Alfred have Matthew, so the younger blond stands slowly, easing Matthew's head onto the ground. At the other end of the alley he picks up his musket and without turning away from Arthur leaves, his eyes never straying from Matthew.
Once the upstart is gone Arthur drops next to the boy, trying his hardest to soothe the boy. “Shh,” he tells him, even as he picks up the shaking, gangly body, “where exactly does it hurt.” With Alfred gone Matthew lets himself cry, burying his face in Arthur's neck, despite the fact that that really just hurts.
“Everywhere,” he tells the other, and Arthur nods. London hadn't burned really all that long ago, only about two hundred years, and size be damned a burned capital was a burned capital. What he doesn't understand, is that when Matthew meant everywhere, he meant everywhere. Alfred always had made his head and heart hurt, after all.
This has deviated from the original request, anon took the 'tested' in 'time tested' VERY literally. ANYWAY, there will be porn soon and it will be so fluffy kittens will barf rainbows because of it. And then, somehow, I'll bring the humour back, probably with Poland.
Captcha; time forming, shut up captach, I know the prompt wanted fluffy time formed partnerships, it's coming.
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*looks forward to future funny/fluff/porn*
Captcha: Strong policy ... very accurate.
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The interpretation of York--I LOVE IT!!!-, how obsessive and crazy Alfred is, how Matthew still forgives him, ahhh, and Arthur's protectiveness (LEAVE OR YOU GET GUTTED!!!) = <3
Oh, I wonder how Alfred will react when Washington is burning (and who's going to burn it? Matt? Arthur? oh, I'm so excited)
And, I agree with authoranon, time-tested is good and makes the end so much sweeter!!! Plus, I think you shouldn't worry too much about getting to the fluff, just get there when you get there.
:D :D :D I'm going to go study for that test tomorrow, now but, man, reading this fic was worth the long cramming time ahead. .
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Though, considering how obsessive Alfred is at this point, I can see some worries popping up for Arthur when their relationship comes out that might need to be soothed.
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