Fix That Will You [5a/?]
anonymous
September 6 2010, 22:42:27 UTC
One reason why I love Labor Day...I got to work on this! So far I think this is like one of the shortest chapters in this story. *** Waiting for Elizaveta’s response to his work made him wonder if that’s what a father felt like or someone getting a DNA test. He waited in agony, trying to find things that didn’t lead to him placing his head on the cool counter and whining. Peter seemed to understand Arthur’s pain of waiting because he would simply pat his brother’s head when they were eating and Arthur couldn’t take much more.
Yet, when it came, it was not by the way he had sent it. No, it was from Elizaveta nearly breaking down his door at six in the morning on a Saturday three weeks after he sent it. Arthur was still in his Pajamas when he opened the door, not even a robe, no just some old punk band t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Arthur let the ecstatic woman in before she exploded to the neighborhood with her thoughts.
Offering her a cup of tea, which she declined, Arthur put the kettle on the stove before he turned to listen to her. Her green eyes shining with excitement, she wanted this story, like her constant bouncing hadn’t told him that.
“This is genius, Arthur!” She beamed, shoving some hair behind her ear, twitching her large flower clip like it needed to be noticed. “The first-person narrative isn’t usually your style, but it works.”
“Glad to hear that.” Arthur said easily, he knew that.
“I still can’t believe you would do something like this! I mean, Alexander is a writer, so it’s like you, only not!” Elizaveta squealed, but hushed herself when Arthur gives her a side way glare of shut-the-bloody-hell-up-Peter-is-still-asleep. “I mean you make Aidan so hard to figure out, is he top or bottom? Then, oh my God, that scene just defines everything, and hell is it hot. There was no need for sex, it was just…” The Hungarian trailed off with an imaging look in her eyes.
Arthur poured himself a cup of tea and just nodded. He found it was best just to let the woman ramble on about how great it was, before she demanded more.
“So, what’s next, have you written anything?” Arthur nearly choked; no he hadn’t worked on anything, because he wanted to hear from her.
“I’ve been waiting for what you would say.”
“Arthur, this is good, you don’t need me to tell you anything. Surely you have something planned.” Arthur just stared at her and smile creeps up upon her face. “No way. No way. You’re Alexander aren’t you?”
“Maybe parts of his character or based off me, but we’re not the same person.” Arthur said with a swat of his hand.
Fix That Will You [5b/?]
anonymous
September 6 2010, 22:44:56 UTC
“Is that so?” Elizaveta said, and it’s clear she saw other wise and Arthur won’t win this fight with his editor. “You tried not to make it about you, but it happened.” She poked at him from across the counter. “So, who is he?”
“No one.”
“No, someone.”
“No one. Look I had writer’s block and he helped, sorry if I got a bit tangled in it.” Arthur snapped, blushing as he dove into his drink to stop himself from talking. “Something will come though.”
“Oh, something better come.” Elizaveta said darkly, before she got up to show herself out.
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“Admit it; I did well for someone who hasn’t played a good football game in years.” Arthur said with a beaming smile, a football clamped under his arm. He smiles and ruffles Peter’s blonde hair, causing the boy to squeak and laugh any way. Yes, the neighborhood was not expecting Arthur to actually have a knack for the wonderful game of football.
“Okay, it was kinda cool when it right over Kovit’s head.” Peter admitted, before snatching the ball from Arthur’s arm and twirling it a bit.
“I told you, I could play.” Arthur said proudly, Peter just rolled his eyes.
They reached their front lawn and Peter placed the ball on the grass, tapping it around with his foot. “Well, at least I know you have one other skill than writing.” Peter said laughing, as Arthur glared at him with hard green eyes.
“What does that mean?” Arthur said placing his hands on his hips.
“Exactly what I said.” Peter smiled, darting away with the ball heeling in front at him, as his older brother charged at him.
It wasn’t long before the small interaction had turned into a competition for Arthur to somehow get the ball from Peter. It wasn’t long after that, that Peter resorted to the most effective way to rid of the ball. He kicked it with everything he had as Arthur just missed. They helplessly watch it sail towards the house.
Fix That Will You [5c/?]
anonymous
September 6 2010, 22:52:34 UTC
There was a long pause for a second. “Oops…”Peter muttered out, glancing up at Arthur who is still staring at the new hole in his window.
The hole that a football just put in a window. A window that kept everything outside of his house, outside, and everything he wanted inside, inside. That was no longer the case, at least not with the now open gapping tunnel they created.
“Uh…Arthur, you okay?” Peter asked, more then ready to run if Arthur figured out that he had caused the ball to fly through their window.
For some reason, Arthur doesn’t explode. No, he’s brain was spinning with ideas, and one just sounded like the best thing in the world. “Yeah, fine,” Arthur said strangely, causing Peter to attempt to ready himself for the attack. “You know, that was a rather old window.” It really wasn’t, just one the previous owners hadn’t some how managed to break.
“Arthur?”
“It was an accident,” Arthur ushered quickly, shoving Peter towards the door. “Besides we both caused it.” It was just the dinning room, which they hardly used to begin with, and the only declarations were old pictures Matthew hung up. “We’ll just have to call someone and see if they do windows.”
That someone being Hetalia Construction and Renovations. *** Ha, ha, I can writer a comment with out other notes!
Kovit= Thailand. I figured they should have a rather international neighborhood, and after a long debate over the idea of Hong Kong being Peter's friend and who the hell he lived with, somehow I just figured I would throw Thailand in.
And when I say football, I mean soccer, which in an American's defense is a rather correct name for the sport, I think I have that argument later in the story...like Chapter 7. There's I will explain more.
Oh no, broken window...WHO YA GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS ALFRED~!!! XD I love the OP for think of this. I'm having fun.
It was so cute, how Arthur was just......eerily calm. Like, he was WAITING for something to break!! So he can see his hot American construction worker again, and write about his and Alfr- I mean, Alexander and Adrians hot sexy love!
*giggle*
This was great, and I cant wait for the next update Author!Anon~!
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Waiting for Elizaveta’s response to his work made him wonder if that’s what a father felt like or someone getting a DNA test. He waited in agony, trying to find things that didn’t lead to him placing his head on the cool counter and whining. Peter seemed to understand Arthur’s pain of waiting because he would simply pat his brother’s head when they were eating and Arthur couldn’t take much more.
Yet, when it came, it was not by the way he had sent it. No, it was from Elizaveta nearly breaking down his door at six in the morning on a Saturday three weeks after he sent it. Arthur was still in his Pajamas when he opened the door, not even a robe, no just some old punk band t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Arthur let the ecstatic woman in before she exploded to the neighborhood with her thoughts.
Offering her a cup of tea, which she declined, Arthur put the kettle on the stove before he turned to listen to her. Her green eyes shining with excitement, she wanted this story, like her constant bouncing hadn’t told him that.
“This is genius, Arthur!” She beamed, shoving some hair behind her ear, twitching her large flower clip like it needed to be noticed. “The first-person narrative isn’t usually your style, but it works.”
“Glad to hear that.” Arthur said easily, he knew that.
“I still can’t believe you would do something like this! I mean, Alexander is a writer, so it’s like you, only not!” Elizaveta squealed, but hushed herself when Arthur gives her a side way glare of shut-the-bloody-hell-up-Peter-is-still-asleep. “I mean you make Aidan so hard to figure out, is he top or bottom? Then, oh my God, that scene just defines everything, and hell is it hot. There was no need for sex, it was just…” The Hungarian trailed off with an imaging look in her eyes.
Arthur poured himself a cup of tea and just nodded. He found it was best just to let the woman ramble on about how great it was, before she demanded more.
“So, what’s next, have you written anything?” Arthur nearly choked; no he hadn’t worked on anything, because he wanted to hear from her.
“I’ve been waiting for what you would say.”
“Arthur, this is good, you don’t need me to tell you anything. Surely you have something planned.” Arthur just stared at her and smile creeps up upon her face. “No way. No way. You’re Alexander aren’t you?”
“Maybe parts of his character or based off me, but we’re not the same person.” Arthur said with a swat of his hand.
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“No one.”
“No, someone.”
“No one. Look I had writer’s block and he helped, sorry if I got a bit tangled in it.” Arthur snapped, blushing as he dove into his drink to stop himself from talking. “Something will come though.”
“Oh, something better come.” Elizaveta said darkly, before she got up to show herself out.
--- --- ---
“Admit it; I did well for someone who hasn’t played a good football game in years.” Arthur said with a beaming smile, a football clamped under his arm. He smiles and ruffles Peter’s blonde hair, causing the boy to squeak and laugh any way. Yes, the neighborhood was not expecting Arthur to actually have a knack for the wonderful game of football.
“Okay, it was kinda cool when it right over Kovit’s head.” Peter admitted, before snatching the ball from Arthur’s arm and twirling it a bit.
“I told you, I could play.” Arthur said proudly, Peter just rolled his eyes.
They reached their front lawn and Peter placed the ball on the grass, tapping it around with his foot. “Well, at least I know you have one other skill than writing.” Peter said laughing, as Arthur glared at him with hard green eyes.
“What does that mean?” Arthur said placing his hands on his hips.
“Exactly what I said.” Peter smiled, darting away with the ball heeling in front at him, as his older brother charged at him.
It wasn’t long before the small interaction had turned into a competition for Arthur to somehow get the ball from Peter. It wasn’t long after that, that Peter resorted to the most effective way to rid of the ball. He kicked it with everything he had as Arthur just missed. They helplessly watch it sail towards the house.
CRASH!
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The hole that a football just put in a window. A window that kept everything outside of his house, outside, and everything he wanted inside, inside. That was no longer the case, at least not with the now open gapping tunnel they created.
“Uh…Arthur, you okay?” Peter asked, more then ready to run if Arthur figured out that he had caused the ball to fly through their window.
For some reason, Arthur doesn’t explode. No, he’s brain was spinning with ideas, and one just sounded like the best thing in the world. “Yeah, fine,” Arthur said strangely, causing Peter to attempt to ready himself for the attack. “You know, that was a rather old window.” It really wasn’t, just one the previous owners hadn’t some how managed to break.
“Arthur?”
“It was an accident,” Arthur ushered quickly, shoving Peter towards the door. “Besides we both caused it.” It was just the dinning room, which they hardly used to begin with, and the only declarations were old pictures Matthew hung up. “We’ll just have to call someone and see if they do windows.”
That someone being Hetalia Construction and Renovations.
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Ha, ha, I can writer a comment with out other notes!
Kovit= Thailand. I figured they should have a rather international neighborhood, and after a long debate over the idea of Hong Kong being Peter's friend and who the hell he lived with, somehow I just figured I would throw Thailand in.
And when I say football, I mean soccer, which in an American's defense is a rather correct name for the sport, I think I have that argument later in the story...like Chapter 7. There's I will explain more.
Oh no, broken window...WHO YA GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS ALFRED~!!! XD I love the OP for think of this. I'm having fun.
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Appreciate deh love.
:DD
It was so cute, how Arthur was just......eerily calm. Like, he was WAITING for something to break!! So he can see his hot American construction worker again, and write about his and Alfr- I mean, Alexander and Adrians hot sexy love!
*giggle*
This was great, and I cant wait for the next update Author!Anon~!
reCapcha: U.S requipen
America wut?
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