Reflection - Chapter 1.2
anonymous
March 11 2010, 19:32:30 UTC
I have to find Gilbert… whoever that is… Eyeing a group of young men sitting round a fire, she marched up to them. Keep the voice low, but don’t force it. Walk casually…
“Excuse me, but I’m looking for-“
“Up three tents, make a right, look for tent larger than the others with a black eagle on it. Make sure you inform him of his camp duties… he’s in charge of supplies.” There was a snort, and one of the men brought a tin cup to his lips, blowing the steam off before taking a hesitant sip. Alice raised an eyebrow in response, but quickly forced a smile to her face.
“How’d you know who-?”
“You’re the third one this morning asking for him. More draftees coming in from the outlying villages…”
“Right… well…” Alice stared at them awkwardly and silently wondered it would be too girly to say goodbye. Feeling their stares, she quickly settled for the casual approach. “See you around.”
Their only response was more staring. Biting her tongue, she turned and stalked up the narrow walkway. Well that went well. Maybe I should just nod and leave it at that? Weaving through the maze, she eventually found herself standing outside a rather large tent, tall enough for anyone to stand in, and wide enough to house several people comfortably. On the side of the tent was the self-described eagle, looking massive and dramatic against the white canvas. Muffled voices came from beyond the entrance of the tent, one voice steadily rising over the other. Must remember… my confidence and voice… not girly… and the name!
Grasping the flap, she shoved it away and stepped inside. Warm, welcoming air struck her face, along with the tart smell of freshly oiled leather and paper. Inside the tent were two large tables, boxes and supplies covering every available corner. Stacks of books and paper littered the tables, some having collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap. Standing at one such heap was an officer with platinum hair and red eyes. Just to the side stood another man, this one far taller than the former, whose bushy hair was light-blonde and an old, worn scarf hung from around his neck. The taller one had his back to Alice and held a brown sack in his right gloved hand.
“If you think I’m going to let you-” The officer’s angry glare refocused on Alice. “You! Just in time! Get over here-“
Alice froze and wondered if coming to this tent was a bad idea. “I-“
“-and if you dare say anything about my duties I’ll cut out your tongue!” The man slammed an open liquor bottle to the table, picked up another brown sack behind him and flung it to Alice. “Blöde Fotze… Ohrfeigengesicht...”(1)
Alice caught the sack. “I… am I to bunk alone?” …I can only hope…
“Bunk alone?” The man belted out a barking laugh. “What, are you an Arschkriecher?” (2) He jerked a thumb to the right wall where a small stack of canvas tent supplies lay stacked and bundled. “Grab one and find an open spot. No one bunks alone.” He then turned an angry glare to the other man and jabbed his index finger to his chest. “That means you bunk with him. Got a problem, bring it up with Ludwig when he returns…” The man then turned and collapsed into a chair. “Dies ist die letzte Zeit ... Bruder…”(3)
The man with the scarf hummed and turned around.
“This is not what I requested.”
Alice stared at the man for two seconds before the blood drained from her face.
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anonymous
March 11 2010, 19:35:45 UTC
She swung around and stalked to the wall where the canvas tent supplies were stacked. Securing a bundle under her arm and plastering a neutral mask in place, she stormed out of the tent. The heavy footfalls came from behind, and it seemed the tall man had no trouble in keeping up with her furious pace.
It’s him… Ivan. Alice chewed the inside of her cheek and pressed her lips together. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him. The one person she knew from her village who was drafted, the one person who was familiar with her brother… the two went on annual hunting expeditions in the dead of winter, leaving his sisters with Alice… the only people, whom Alice knew, to actually enjoy and tolerate the winter months.
Around the new year, Matthew and Ivan left to go hunting and inspect the lands they owned, making sure to kick out any squatters who settled on their land. Alice, Yekatrina and Natalia would remain behind. Alice wanted to go with them, wishing to prove to her brother she was a far better shot than him. …if only it wasn’t so damn cold…
Now, the very same man who came to see her twin every winter was now bunking with her.
The edges of the camp came into view, and an open, grassy area appeared. Alice came to a stop and stared at the area, eyeing the large pine that rose to the heavens in the middle of the grassy patch.
“A good choice.” Ivan’s voice broke her train of thought. “Better than being cramped amongst the others.”
Alice kept her back to him and nodded, afraid of opening her mouth. Silently, she dumped her brown bag to the ground and started to untie the bundle containing the white canvas and other tent supplies when a large hand clamped over her two smaller ones. She felt his eyes boring into her and slowly raised her head to meet his narrowed gaze.
“It is rude to-…Matthew?”
Alice stared at him and hoped he couldn’t hear her heart pounding against her chest. “Alfred. Alfred F. Jones.”
Ivan continued to study her with narrowed, violet eyes. “Alfred… is your name?”
She glared at him. “Yes, Alfred.” Tearing her hands away from his grip, she tried refocusing on setting and staking the tent. “Why… do I look like someone you know?” Alice hoped she sounded casual.
“Yes, you do.” Ivan finally moved, grasping a stake and thrusting it into the ground. “The resemblance to him is… quite remarkable.”
“Well… I don’t know any Matthew.” Alice bit her tongue. Stupid, stupid, stupid…! “Just a coincidence.”
Re: Reflection - Chapter 1.4
anonymous
March 11 2010, 19:39:16 UTC
Alice decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut and worked with Ivan to finish setting the tent. Opting to ignore Ivan’s presence for the time being, knelt and opened the brown bag Gilbert flung at her earlier. Inside were two blankets, one thicker and denser than the other, a leather cartridge pouch, an empty haversack and knapsack, two tin cups, one larger than the other, flint, and other essential supplies. Setting the various objects around, she lay the thicker blanket on the ground on the right side and rolled the other up in the far corner of the tent. Shoving the tin cups, flint and other essentials in the smaller haversack, and putting the leather cartridge pouch in the knapsack, she shoved everything else in the corner.
“You may look like my old friend… but you certainly do not act like him.”
Alice froze, breathed, and forced herself to respond. “Just because I look like him, doesn’t mean I am him.”
“True.”
Ivan moved inside the tent and laid his own bedroll on the opposite side of the tent. Alice couldn’t help but stare at the tiny space between their two bedrolls. …Less than the length of my forearm…
“But…” Ivan carefully put his own belongings at the head of his bedroll. “I couldn’t help but notice your laziness in sorting your supplies. Matthew was always so meticulous in everything he did.”
Clenching her teeth, Alice slowly exhaled. “For the last time, I am not Matthew! I am Alfred. Stop comparing me to him.”
…So Matthew was anal about everything having a certain place and order! I could care less about spending my precious time on crap like that.
Alice roughly yanked her knapsack out the corner and stormed out of the tent, missing Ivan’s tiny, all-knowing smile.
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Note: Hope the German was okay, I found most of the words/insults off the internet, and got the other from a friend.
1) Blöde Fotze - Stupid Cunt (&) Ohrfeigengesicht - according to my friend, means something along the lines of “(your) face is begging to get punched”
2) Arschkriecher - Ass-kisser
3) Dies ist die letzte Zeit ... Bruder… - This is the last time… Brother
Re: Reflection - Chapter 1.4
anonymous
March 11 2010, 22:49:51 UTC
This anon is now late for work and it is all your fault filler!anon.
8D I LOVE HOW THIS FILL IS GOING BTW <3
And seriously, if you didn't already say it was going to be UKUS, I would totally be rooting for RusxUS (both are my OTPs though so it's hard to choose NGGH).
late!op is late
anonymous
March 12 2010, 11:31:01 UTC
this is so damn good! oh authornon, you surely like to spoil me ♥ oh your Russia is wonderful-- he already knows. :D I'm pretty sure Russia knows everything about everyone. and I love how you pointed out the differences between America and his brother :)
now I'm even more curious than before-- :( damn it.
crew batman captcha? they're soldiers, not superheroes.
“Excuse me, but I’m looking for-“
“Up three tents, make a right, look for tent larger than the others with a black eagle on it. Make sure you inform him of his camp duties… he’s in charge of supplies.” There was a snort, and one of the men brought a tin cup to his lips, blowing the steam off before taking a hesitant sip. Alice raised an eyebrow in response, but quickly forced a smile to her face.
“How’d you know who-?”
“You’re the third one this morning asking for him. More draftees coming in from the outlying villages…”
“Right… well…” Alice stared at them awkwardly and silently wondered it would be too girly to say goodbye. Feeling their stares, she quickly settled for the casual approach. “See you around.”
Their only response was more staring. Biting her tongue, she turned and stalked up the narrow walkway. Well that went well. Maybe I should just nod and leave it at that? Weaving through the maze, she eventually found herself standing outside a rather large tent, tall enough for anyone to stand in, and wide enough to house several people comfortably. On the side of the tent was the self-described eagle, looking massive and dramatic against the white canvas. Muffled voices came from beyond the entrance of the tent, one voice steadily rising over the other. Must remember… my confidence and voice… not girly… and the name!
Grasping the flap, she shoved it away and stepped inside. Warm, welcoming air struck her face, along with the tart smell of freshly oiled leather and paper. Inside the tent were two large tables, boxes and supplies covering every available corner. Stacks of books and paper littered the tables, some having collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap. Standing at one such heap was an officer with platinum hair and red eyes. Just to the side stood another man, this one far taller than the former, whose bushy hair was light-blonde and an old, worn scarf hung from around his neck. The taller one had his back to Alice and held a brown sack in his right gloved hand.
“If you think I’m going to let you-” The officer’s angry glare refocused on Alice. “You! Just in time! Get over here-“
Alice froze and wondered if coming to this tent was a bad idea. “I-“
“-and if you dare say anything about my duties I’ll cut out your tongue!” The man slammed an open liquor bottle to the table, picked up another brown sack behind him and flung it to Alice. “Blöde Fotze… Ohrfeigengesicht...”(1)
Alice caught the sack. “I… am I to bunk alone?” …I can only hope…
“Bunk alone?” The man belted out a barking laugh. “What, are you an Arschkriecher?” (2) He jerked a thumb to the right wall where a small stack of canvas tent supplies lay stacked and bundled. “Grab one and find an open spot. No one bunks alone.” He then turned an angry glare to the other man and jabbed his index finger to his chest. “That means you bunk with him. Got a problem, bring it up with Ludwig when he returns…” The man then turned and collapsed into a chair. “Dies ist die letzte Zeit ... Bruder…”(3)
The man with the scarf hummed and turned around.
“This is not what I requested.”
Alice stared at the man for two seconds before the blood drained from her face.
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It’s him… Ivan. Alice chewed the inside of her cheek and pressed her lips together. Of all the people to run into, it had to be him. The one person she knew from her village who was drafted, the one person who was familiar with her brother… the two went on annual hunting expeditions in the dead of winter, leaving his sisters with Alice… the only people, whom Alice knew, to actually enjoy and tolerate the winter months.
Around the new year, Matthew and Ivan left to go hunting and inspect the lands they owned, making sure to kick out any squatters who settled on their land. Alice, Yekatrina and Natalia would remain behind. Alice wanted to go with them, wishing to prove to her brother she was a far better shot than him. …if only it wasn’t so damn cold…
Now, the very same man who came to see her twin every winter was now bunking with her.
The edges of the camp came into view, and an open, grassy area appeared. Alice came to a stop and stared at the area, eyeing the large pine that rose to the heavens in the middle of the grassy patch.
“A good choice.” Ivan’s voice broke her train of thought. “Better than being cramped amongst the others.”
Alice kept her back to him and nodded, afraid of opening her mouth. Silently, she dumped her brown bag to the ground and started to untie the bundle containing the white canvas and other tent supplies when a large hand clamped over her two smaller ones. She felt his eyes boring into her and slowly raised her head to meet his narrowed gaze.
“It is rude to-…Matthew?”
Alice stared at him and hoped he couldn’t hear her heart pounding against her chest. “Alfred. Alfred F. Jones.”
Ivan continued to study her with narrowed, violet eyes. “Alfred… is your name?”
She glared at him. “Yes, Alfred.” Tearing her hands away from his grip, she tried refocusing on setting and staking the tent. “Why… do I look like someone you know?” Alice hoped she sounded casual.
“Yes, you do.” Ivan finally moved, grasping a stake and thrusting it into the ground. “The resemblance to him is… quite remarkable.”
“Well… I don’t know any Matthew.” Alice bit her tongue. Stupid, stupid, stupid…! “Just a coincidence.”
Ivan shoved the last stake into the ground.
“…Perhaps.”
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“You may look like my old friend… but you certainly do not act like him.”
Alice froze, breathed, and forced herself to respond. “Just because I look like him, doesn’t mean I am him.”
“True.”
Ivan moved inside the tent and laid his own bedroll on the opposite side of the tent. Alice couldn’t help but stare at the tiny space between their two bedrolls. …Less than the length of my forearm…
“But…” Ivan carefully put his own belongings at the head of his bedroll. “I couldn’t help but notice your laziness in sorting your supplies. Matthew was always so meticulous in everything he did.”
Clenching her teeth, Alice slowly exhaled. “For the last time, I am not Matthew! I am Alfred. Stop comparing me to him.”
…So Matthew was anal about everything having a certain place and order! I could care less about spending my precious time on crap like that.
Alice roughly yanked her knapsack out the corner and stormed out of the tent, missing Ivan’s tiny, all-knowing smile.
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Note: Hope the German was okay, I found most of the words/insults off the internet, and got the other from a friend.
1) Blöde Fotze - Stupid Cunt (&) Ohrfeigengesicht - according to my friend, means something along the lines of “(your) face is begging to get punched”
2) Arschkriecher - Ass-kisser
3) Dies ist die letzte Zeit ... Bruder… - This is the last time… Brother
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8D I LOVE HOW THIS FILL IS GOING BTW <3
And seriously, if you didn't already say it was going to be UKUS, I would totally be rooting for RusxUS (both are my OTPs though so it's hard to choose NGGH).
I will be stalking this fill like BURNING.
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I'M SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING A PAPER DUE TOMORROW.
I CAN'T SPEND TIME READING YOUR FILL.
BUT IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD.
Highlands Yung. Captcha certainly is getting into the spirit of this fill. :D
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and I love how you pointed out the differences between America and his brother :)
now I'm even more curious than before-- :( damn it.
crew batman captcha? they're soldiers, not superheroes.
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