blink and you'll miss it (1e/?)
anonymous
August 14 2010, 04:49:54 UTC
“Listen,” Alfred says, and his voice still curls with his smile even as disappointment bleeds through the phone’s earpiece. “It’s not a big deal - we’re just meeting for business and sex before the UN meeting today, right? And I want you to be in tip-top shape for both of those so we can get stuff done. Just get some rest tonight and make it up to me tomorrow, okay?” Francis wishes he could appreciate the teasing curl in Alfred’s voice, the dark-chocolate promise of a few days to themselves on the road and between soft, 300-threadcount sheets.
Instead, Francis sighs, pressing his head to the door. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering a little.
“Just feel better, okay? I have to be here, anyway, and this isn’t the first time I’ve been to Lorraine, Francis - I know the area pretty well. I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Francis says, and before he can stop himself, he kisses the mouthpiece before wishing Alfred goodnight and ending the call.
Francis doesn’t move for a long time, just staring at the blood smeared all over his white door and trying to remember what Alfred had said to him when his mind sank into his past, into a world that still sours the bile in his stomach.
Nothing. He can’t remember; can’t even think.
Not again, Francis thinks, and the dried blood cracks and leaves rust-red dust on his face. “I’m fine,” he tells his palm, lips gathering crusty blood, “it’s nothing.”
As he turns the knob to his room, he pictures Alfred’s face. He will need that face to sleep tonight, so that tomorrow he will be in his car instead of trapped in a world seventy years behind him.
blink and you'll miss it (notes)
anonymous
August 14 2010, 04:51:26 UTC
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Notes:
- Why are the chapter numbers in French? Because this is a France-centric story and I wanted to try something a bit different from Roman numerals. <3
- “ If I can sit through myself carrying on a forbidden, possibly illegal romance with a teenaged New York on the astral plane and getting him pregnant with twin daughters…” Mmm, anachronism stew. Fics referenced are Little Miss Mary, My Inner Life, and My Immortal a little later on.
- Dissociation is a coping mechanism where an individual who has been through trauma sort of “detaches” their mind from their body in an attempt to distance themselves from painful or overwhelming memories. Symptoms include numbness, emotionlessness, and feeling like you’re watching something from a distance. It also causes lapses in memory; there are cases where a person will dissociate when they hurt themselves, while other people actually self-injure to get away from that feeling. (Source: PAAR Workbook on Understanding Self-Injury)
- Third Reich: Yeah, I went there. I think the Fruited Plain!Anon and Bealtaine!Anon played with the dynamics of Nations sexually abusing one another the best - but hell if I’m not going to try.
Future chapters will have more notes as details warrant them, but…yeah, that’s it for now. I can’t promise what updates will be like, because I’m currently working on one other epic!multichapter!fill right now, but we’ll see. Comments, concrit, and questions are always welcomed, and make sure to give some extra love to my beta!anon for her hard work and time! Thank you for reading!
Obnoxious anon is obnoxious
anonymous
August 14 2010, 15:44:12 UTC
There's a little voice in my head telling me not to read this cause it's just gonna make me feel bad, but I don't think I'll be able to help myself, cause your stuff is cool and I'm curious.
But Obnoxious anon would also like to hear about the other big fic you mentioned. Because she is obnoxious. And curious.
Whatever you choose, anon, you have to make sure that it's the best decision for you, okay? I don't want you feeling bad or getting triggered by something I wrote.
Instead, Francis sighs, pressing his head to the door. “I’m sorry,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering a little.
“Just feel better, okay? I have to be here, anyway, and this isn’t the first time I’ve been to Lorraine, Francis - I know the area pretty well. I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Francis says, and before he can stop himself, he kisses the mouthpiece before wishing Alfred goodnight and ending the call.
Francis doesn’t move for a long time, just staring at the blood smeared all over his white door and trying to remember what Alfred had said to him when his mind sank into his past, into a world that still sours the bile in his stomach.
Nothing. He can’t remember; can’t even think.
Not again, Francis thinks, and the dried blood cracks and leaves rust-red dust on his face. “I’m fine,” he tells his palm, lips gathering crusty blood, “it’s nothing.”
As he turns the knob to his room, he pictures Alfred’s face. He will need that face to sleep tonight, so that tomorrow he will be in his car instead of trapped in a world seventy years behind him.
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Notes:
- Why are the chapter numbers in French? Because this is a France-centric story and I wanted to try something a bit different from Roman numerals. <3
- “ If I can sit through myself carrying on a forbidden, possibly illegal romance with a teenaged New York on the astral plane and getting him pregnant with twin daughters…” Mmm, anachronism stew. Fics referenced are Little Miss Mary, My Inner Life, and My Immortal a little later on.
- Dissociation is a coping mechanism where an individual who has been through trauma sort of “detaches” their mind from their body in an attempt to distance themselves from painful or overwhelming memories. Symptoms include numbness, emotionlessness, and feeling like you’re watching something from a distance. It also causes lapses in memory; there are cases where a person will dissociate when they hurt themselves, while other people actually self-injure to get away from that feeling. (Source: PAAR Workbook on Understanding Self-Injury)
- Third Reich: Yeah, I went there. I think the Fruited Plain!Anon and Bealtaine!Anon played with the dynamics of Nations sexually abusing one another the best - but hell if I’m not going to try.
Future chapters will have more notes as details warrant them, but…yeah, that’s it for now. I can’t promise what updates will be like, because I’m currently working on one other epic!multichapter!fill right now, but we’ll see. Comments, concrit, and questions are always welcomed, and make sure to give some extra love to my beta!anon for her hard work and time! Thank you for reading!
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The slow mutation of Francis's wit for fanfiction and joy of Alfred's arrival to utter horror seems so palatable.
To think, I'm considering putting the Financial Gangbang Fill-- that and General Relativity on the Tvtropes Hetalia fan fic recommendation page.
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I just added the Financial Gangbang fill there myself yesterday
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I'm glad that the switch from happiness to horror seemed realistic! Thank you very much for your comment.
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But Obnoxious anon would also like to hear about the other big fic you mentioned. Because she is obnoxious. And curious.
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It's "Alegria" on page 12
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