Words Never Meant So Much [6/??]
anonymous
October 17 2010, 11:13:02 UTC
Arthur shook his head a few times, trying to push the nostalgia back into its corner and turned his attention back on Christie and Alfred. The little girl was calmly sitting next to Alfred, her back pressed against the desk, flipping through his wallet and questioning everyone in the pictures. Alfred was animatedly telling her the most embarrassing stories he could think of, which wasn’t hard given the pictures. Arthur was going to strike up conversation with Elliot-who was getting a rundown from Munch and Fin on the boys- when he heard his name mentioned and was immediately paying attention to Alfred again.
“-and Francis were going at each other, middle of the restaurant, while me and Matt were still chilling out with our dessert and Arthur-he really hates Francis’ cooking, even though I think he’s over compensating and secretly loves it- starts shooting off insults like no tomorrow. Matt happened to still have his camera from when we went to the Eiffel Tower and I totally snagged it and managed to get Arthur and Francis covered in cream and crumbs!”
Arthur flustered and glared darkly; he heard Olivia cough to cover a chuckle and Christie looked genuinely pleased by the story and begrudgingly calmed himself. This is for the case, this is for the case, he told himself, repetitively, glowering when Alfred turned his attention on him.
“Do you remember what we were eating? I just remember it being spritzed in rum sauce.” He gave a shameless grin.
“Sponge cake. Matthew insisted on it, recall?” Arthur mumbled and Alfred nodded after a moment of thinking.
“Is Matthew here?” Christie asked curiously, still flipping through the wallet. Arthur figured she’d managed to find more of the brothers’ pictures, if not Alfred’s children.
“Nah. He lives up in Vancouver. I think he’s staying in Nova Scotia for a few weeks.” At the blank, confused look he was getting, Alfred grinned and gave the girl a small pat on the head, “Canada. He lives in Canada. Likes to move around up there and stay with friends every couple of months.”
“But…he’s your brother, isn’t he?” Christie looked confused and Arthur couldn’t really blame her, “Siblings stay together don’t they?”
“We see each other every few weekends.” Alfred admitted with a smile that said he was slowly calming down from his four cups of coffee, “But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
Christie nodded, looking down at the wallet again, “…I wish we had gone with mommy. Andy wouldn’t be mad all the time if we had. He never liked daddy.” She fiddled with the wallet a few locks of hair finding their way into her mouth.
“Is your mom still around here? We could always arrange for you to go visit her. I’m sure she’d want to see all three of you.” Olivia offered from her desk, finally ceasing the typing.
Christie shifted a bit; she’d set the wallet down and was tugging and twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers with her right hand. Her left hand was holding the strands in her mouth as she continued to chew on them nervously. She started to answer, or she had at least taken her hair from her mouth, only to give a startled jump when voices became apparent from down the hall. Voices she seemed to recognize as her eyes lit up happily and she stood and ran towards them. She was immediately attached to a boy just a few centimeters taller than her, with similar dark hair that was kept cut just below his jaw; they hugged tightly and were clasping each others’ hands as soon as they stopped. The boy’s hand was fisted around the legging of a pair of black jeans and Arthur finally resigned to the fact it was his turn and stood, dusting his slacks down as he hoisted Alfred upright.
Words Never Meant So Much [7/??]
anonymous
October 17 2010, 11:15:10 UTC
Andrew was a good deal lighter than his younger siblings skin wise; where the twins had a healthy tan, he was almost sickly pale and was sporting short, rusty auburn hair that was kept in a rather unruly manner. Despite the pallid skin, he was toned in sleek, lean muscle that was evident through the tight tank top. He would have been attractive in the ‘bad boy’ act if it weren’t for the number of dark bruises lining down his shoulders to his elbows. His elbows and down were covered in various wristbands; in between the accessories, more bruises were obvious. A bandana-black with neon green clovers and skulls, to which Arthur heard Alfred mutter ‘Boondock Saints’ and jabbed him sharply in the side- was wrapped around his neck. He didn’t look at all phased by the precinct setting; though he did look bothered by the cops, and put a calm hand on the back of his sister’s head in an acknowledging, albeit protective, gesture. He glanced over the semi-circular line up of cops and eventually settled his eyes on the two blondes. He looked over Alfred for a few seconds, in an assessing manner, before carefully prying his brother’s hand from his jeans. Ryan made a small whine of displeasure and Andy knelt, exchanging a few short, quiet words with them. Christie lit up, despite her brothers’ distrust and she was soon tugging her twin towards Alfred.
Andy stood, straightening his posture into a rather slack, nonchalant pose, his hands resting loosely in his pockets, “A’right, who’s next then? Another shrink?”
Elliot gave Arthur a quick side glance; the Brit returned it with a silent promise to get what information he could and received a slow nod. He turned a civilly cheerful smile on the teen, “Not quite, lad. The detectives were thinking you could do with a fresh breather; the Freud squad is hardly ever pleasant to deal with and I need a bit of a breather m’self.”
Andy gave a suspicious look but nodded slowly; he shot a deathly warning glare at Alfred and Arthur actually laughed, clapping the confused American on the shoulder as he passed, “I wouldn’t worry about this one. Jones can be a bit of a prat, but he’s harmless. …Though if he does his ‘hero’ impression again, I’m going to lock him out of his own bloody apartment.” Arthur warned, catching the gleam that said the speech was coming. Alfred took heed to the warning and merely grinned, easily picking the twins up and sitting them on his shoulders; they seemed absolutely delighted, though Ryan gave a small squeak of terror before calming down and joining his sister in delighted giggles as they were carried around the office.
Arthur turned the friendly look back on Andy and made an idle, polite gesture for him to lead. While the teen still seemed suspicious, he obliged and the two fell into a surprisingly easy pace. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Alfred turned back around to Elliot’s desk, “So, I’d like to take a moment to say, if Arthur starts dressing like that again I might cry.”
“Oh? Mr. Kirkland used to be a scene kid?” Elliot was throwing his jacket on as Olivia retrieved a stack of papers from the printer.
“Punk scene; I swear if he breaks out the Sex Pistols or The Damned….”
“Ah, 1976. The first real coverage of Sex Pistols.” Munch almost sounded reminiscent, “Well, if dear England does don the British grunge years-.”
“Cute, Munch, but we’re not turning the office into a concert hall.” Elliot tossed a clipped pack of papers towards the man to cut him off as he and Olivia passed, “You and Fin have friends; Olivia and I are going for primary investigation.”
“Alfred, if you’d find Doctor Huang and talk to him with the kids until your partner gets back, that’d be great.” Olivia gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed. It was an apology more than anything, as Alfred had started pouting as he realized he was being left out of the street work. All the same he nodded, and smiled up at the twins still situated on his shoulders. Ryan looked a bit nervous about going back to the doctor and Christie looked confused.
“Come on, I bet Huang has some cookies hiding somewhere. Shrinks always do.” The two perked up a bit and Alfred started singing in his head; he’d yell at Arthur later for getting “Life’s a Jigsaw” stuck in his head.
Words Never Meant So Much [Author's Note~]
anonymous
October 17 2010, 11:23:14 UTC
Authoranon checking back in o/! Cliffie update is cliffie, but there shall be more in a few days! My place of employment is being kind and giving me my two days back-to-back this week! ...Though I can't recall which days. I think it's Wednesday and Thursday? ...Hm. Oh well!
Uhm...not much to say, more development. I think that's what I always liked about SVU was the way they balanced the light and the family friendly with the dark, twisted undertone, especially in the earlier seasons. [episode one, Olivia and Elliot's look exchange over the cabbie's missing 'cigar'. Best ever.] But this was also a good place to cut off and provide future warnings:
Coming chapters will indefinitely have trigger material that includes, but is certainly not limited to: references to mild-graphic physical, emotional, sexual and mental abuse, substance abuse, minors involved in said substance abuse, mild-graphic consensual sex [much later], and Munch and Arthur's cynicism and banter, likely complete with them ganging up on Huang at some point. Because I'm sure Arthur would not like to be shrinked.
...Speaking of, I'm not quite sure if English people use the term 'Freud squad' for shrinks...if anyone has information on that, I would love you long time! Also, if you find errors, please pardon me. I did a check-over, but you can never really check your own works completely, right? If you find errors, please point them out! I'll fix them and will eventually post compilations in the main Hetacomm!
...Other than that, I'm out. I love you, muffins! *HUGS AND KISSES*
Re: Words Never Meant So Much [Author's Note~]
anonymous
October 17 2010, 16:51:12 UTC
I don't know the series you're crossoving this with, but this story is great. I love your take on Alfred and Arthur, and the little hints to possible reactions in the future. I like the easy banter, the very obvious affection between them, the camaraderie, more than that, the familiarity, the closeness. I also have to commend you on your scene building, because you really take your scenes somewhere and aren't there just because they came to you out of the blue or for decoration, and I also have to commend your ability to create mistery and engagement in the reader; I am truly curious about the case itself.
Perhaps Francis should see it as well. He always rather liked decorating you two in ribbon and lace.
I have always always believed thisXD
“But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
Pfff, best explanation of North American history everXD. Also, I know you said this would end USUK, but my treacherous FrUK heart was squeeling rather loudly at all this ^^ and mommy!Arthur, papa!France, yayXD
Hello~ Ah... I'm loving this. You're really capturing the ease the whole team has with eachother really well, and I find it hard to write children but you do that well too. I love the little girl braiding Alfred's hair XD and Arthur taking a picture! I love it so far! Please keep writing! And I can't wait for more Munch and Arthur wit.
Big SVU Fan approves!
anonymous
October 17 2010, 21:46:20 UTC
You're doing a great job anon! You capture each of the SVU characters perfectly! It's like I'm watching an episode on TV with Hetalia characters guest staring on the show!
I agree with before anon, “But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
That line was great XD
I can't wait for more anon! I'm really looking forward to Munch ^^
“-and Francis were going at each other, middle of the restaurant, while me and Matt were still chilling out with our dessert and Arthur-he really hates Francis’ cooking, even though I think he’s over compensating and secretly loves it- starts shooting off insults like no tomorrow. Matt happened to still have his camera from when we went to the Eiffel Tower and I totally snagged it and managed to get Arthur and Francis covered in cream and crumbs!”
Arthur flustered and glared darkly; he heard Olivia cough to cover a chuckle and Christie looked genuinely pleased by the story and begrudgingly calmed himself. This is for the case, this is for the case, he told himself, repetitively, glowering when Alfred turned his attention on him.
“Do you remember what we were eating? I just remember it being spritzed in rum sauce.” He gave a shameless grin.
“Sponge cake. Matthew insisted on it, recall?” Arthur mumbled and Alfred nodded after a moment of thinking.
“Is Matthew here?” Christie asked curiously, still flipping through the wallet. Arthur figured she’d managed to find more of the brothers’ pictures, if not Alfred’s children.
“Nah. He lives up in Vancouver. I think he’s staying in Nova Scotia for a few weeks.” At the blank, confused look he was getting, Alfred grinned and gave the girl a small pat on the head, “Canada. He lives in Canada. Likes to move around up there and stay with friends every couple of months.”
“But…he’s your brother, isn’t he?” Christie looked confused and Arthur couldn’t really blame her, “Siblings stay together don’t they?”
“We see each other every few weekends.” Alfred admitted with a smile that said he was slowly calming down from his four cups of coffee, “But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
Christie nodded, looking down at the wallet again, “…I wish we had gone with mommy. Andy wouldn’t be mad all the time if we had. He never liked daddy.” She fiddled with the wallet a few locks of hair finding their way into her mouth.
“Is your mom still around here? We could always arrange for you to go visit her. I’m sure she’d want to see all three of you.” Olivia offered from her desk, finally ceasing the typing.
Christie shifted a bit; she’d set the wallet down and was tugging and twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers with her right hand. Her left hand was holding the strands in her mouth as she continued to chew on them nervously. She started to answer, or she had at least taken her hair from her mouth, only to give a startled jump when voices became apparent from down the hall. Voices she seemed to recognize as her eyes lit up happily and she stood and ran towards them. She was immediately attached to a boy just a few centimeters taller than her, with similar dark hair that was kept cut just below his jaw; they hugged tightly and were clasping each others’ hands as soon as they stopped. The boy’s hand was fisted around the legging of a pair of black jeans and Arthur finally resigned to the fact it was his turn and stood, dusting his slacks down as he hoisted Alfred upright.
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Andy stood, straightening his posture into a rather slack, nonchalant pose, his hands resting loosely in his pockets, “A’right, who’s next then? Another shrink?”
Elliot gave Arthur a quick side glance; the Brit returned it with a silent promise to get what information he could and received a slow nod. He turned a civilly cheerful smile on the teen, “Not quite, lad. The detectives were thinking you could do with a fresh breather; the Freud squad is hardly ever pleasant to deal with and I need a bit of a breather m’self.”
Andy gave a suspicious look but nodded slowly; he shot a deathly warning glare at Alfred and Arthur actually laughed, clapping the confused American on the shoulder as he passed, “I wouldn’t worry about this one. Jones can be a bit of a prat, but he’s harmless. …Though if he does his ‘hero’ impression again, I’m going to lock him out of his own bloody apartment.” Arthur warned, catching the gleam that said the speech was coming. Alfred took heed to the warning and merely grinned, easily picking the twins up and sitting them on his shoulders; they seemed absolutely delighted, though Ryan gave a small squeak of terror before calming down and joining his sister in delighted giggles as they were carried around the office.
Arthur turned the friendly look back on Andy and made an idle, polite gesture for him to lead. While the teen still seemed suspicious, he obliged and the two fell into a surprisingly easy pace. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Alfred turned back around to Elliot’s desk, “So, I’d like to take a moment to say, if Arthur starts dressing like that again I might cry.”
“Oh? Mr. Kirkland used to be a scene kid?” Elliot was throwing his jacket on as Olivia retrieved a stack of papers from the printer.
“Punk scene; I swear if he breaks out the Sex Pistols or The Damned….”
“Ah, 1976. The first real coverage of Sex Pistols.” Munch almost sounded reminiscent, “Well, if dear England does don the British grunge years-.”
“Cute, Munch, but we’re not turning the office into a concert hall.” Elliot tossed a clipped pack of papers towards the man to cut him off as he and Olivia passed, “You and Fin have friends; Olivia and I are going for primary investigation.”
“Alfred, if you’d find Doctor Huang and talk to him with the kids until your partner gets back, that’d be great.” Olivia gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed. It was an apology more than anything, as Alfred had started pouting as he realized he was being left out of the street work. All the same he nodded, and smiled up at the twins still situated on his shoulders. Ryan looked a bit nervous about going back to the doctor and Christie looked confused.
“Come on, I bet Huang has some cookies hiding somewhere. Shrinks always do.” The two perked up a bit and Alfred started singing in his head; he’d yell at Arthur later for getting “Life’s a Jigsaw” stuck in his head.
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Uhm...not much to say, more development. I think that's what I always liked about SVU was the way they balanced the light and the family friendly with the dark, twisted undertone, especially in the earlier seasons. [episode one, Olivia and Elliot's look exchange over the cabbie's missing 'cigar'. Best ever.] But this was also a good place to cut off and provide future warnings:
Coming chapters will indefinitely have trigger material that includes, but is certainly not limited to: references to mild-graphic physical, emotional, sexual and mental abuse, substance abuse, minors involved in said substance abuse, mild-graphic consensual sex [much later], and Munch and Arthur's cynicism and banter, likely complete with them ganging up on Huang at some point. Because I'm sure Arthur would not like to be shrinked.
...Speaking of, I'm not quite sure if English people use the term 'Freud squad' for shrinks...if anyone has information on that, I would love you long time! Also, if you find errors, please pardon me. I did a check-over, but you can never really check your own works completely, right? If you find errors, please point them out! I'll fix them and will eventually post compilations in the main Hetacomm!
...Other than that, I'm out. I love you, muffins! *HUGS AND KISSES*
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Perhaps Francis should see it as well. He always rather liked decorating you two in ribbon and lace.
I have always always believed thisXD
“But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
Pfff, best explanation of North American history everXD. Also, I know you said this would end USUK, but my treacherous FrUK heart was squeeling rather loudly at all this ^^ and mommy!Arthur, papa!France, yayXD
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And I can't wait for more Munch and Arthur wit.
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You capture each of the SVU characters perfectly! It's like I'm watching an episode on TV with Hetalia characters guest staring on the show!
I agree with before anon, “But…me and Mattie haven’t lived with each other in a long time. Our…parents got a divorce.” Arthur cut off from his correction and barely refrained a dark glare at the brief look the American shot him, “Mattie stayed with mom…I stayed with dad. It…wasn’t horrible I guess.”
That line was great XD
I can't wait for more anon! I'm really looking forward to Munch ^^
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