Re: Whatever it Takes 4/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:04:17 UTC
Alfred looked at his former mentor in disgust. London must be burning again. Arthur was curled half in on himself, a hand pressed to his chest in a very vain attempt to alleviate the agony he must be feeling. He'd seen this during the first War, had felt this himself in 1812.
Arthur should have just listened to him in the first place and maybe this would never have happened.
It didn't matter. He looked at the silent, white, Arthur and swore to himself when he saw the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. But somehow...he only felt anger that it was someone else causing Arthur's pain, not that he was in pain. Because somewhere in those damn killing fields, the ground so goddamn thirsty for blood, was his brother, bleeding for Arthur yet again in a war not of his making. He knew Matt was burning with his pilots, torn apart with his shock troops, bleeding red into the greedy ground.
His brother.
Not Arthur's. Not Francis's.
His brother was bleeding for someone else.
"You know," he began, "Ludwig and I have been talking." Arthur flinched.
"I know." The voice was harsh and wasted, dust and ash and fire in his throat.
"Do you," Alfred pressed. "Do you really know what he's offered me?" Arthur shook his from side to side.
He smiled. This would show Arthur just how much Alfred wanted to prove his wrongness to him. "Everything. If I can take Matt out of the war, I get Cara, I get everything I want. And they'll leave us be."
Arthur went a sickly green shade of white. That's right, Alfred thought grimly, think on that. "If I take Ludwig's offer, I attack Matt. He'll have to pull out of Europe to defend his border - there'll be no Canadian troops for you to send to their deaths," he continued. "Not only that but losing all those troops? Do you really think you can win, fighting a war on that many fronts?"
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 21 2010, 19:25:25 UTC
"Why?" Arthur could see his King die, could see his future Queen burn, his people torn, and dead, thrown into the cold earth alive. Himself, swallowed whole and fading away into nothing. If Alfred joined Ludwig, it would be over. It would be the end.
(Where was his namesake? Was this not the darkest hour?)
The German armies were all but salting the lands they took. With every step they got closer and closer to his shores, and once they could reach him, there would be no mercy. His royals would die, his people would burn and he would go with them. They'd fight, oh they'd fight. His people were proud and strong, but eventually the night would come and then they'd go kicking and screaming into it.
Europe would fall beneath Ludwig and Gilbert. Maybe Russia might hold them back with General Winter, but Europe would fall. He could only hope that eventually, they'd run into Japan, who was slaughtering his way West and then all of them would kill each other.
Alfred looked at him. "What do I care for Europe? All your stupid, little, petty fights." He sneered. "Alls they do is boil over and take entire generations out. I've lost enough for you."
"Besides," he snorted, "The latest offer was rather compelling."
Arthur knew he shouldn't ask but had to anyways. He had to know what was driving Alfred (Hero Alfred) to dance with the devil under a new moon. Where had the hero gone? "What did he offer?"
London was still burning, it would burn for hours yet, though it felt as if the bombs were gone. There were dead in London, burned, crushed, dead of terror - he could still taste the blood in his mouth and feel the ache in his chest. Something pinched and bled - St Clemens Danes crumbled to the ground, throwing fire and molten stone everywhere, and his people were caught in the aftermath.
"You. He offered me you."
Arthur jerked back to the here and now instead of the there and now.
"Imagine that. He offers me you. To sweeten the deal of course," Alfred must have seen his jerk backwards. "Said he thinks perhaps the British Empire ought to feel how the colonies felt for a bit, and well, according to Gilbert, I'm the best one for it."
Arthur wanted to throw up, but there was naught but tea and blood in his stomach. Alfred was smiling at him as he stood in front of the chair he was sitting in. Those blue eyes were as cold as ice as they studied him like a pinned butterfly. "I control Matt, get him out of his hair, so to speak, I get you. All English pride and all. All mine."
He watched, silent and suddenly terrified for his life, his people, his land (his Princess). "And oh, Arthur, what I could do to you."
I bow before you and offer eternal graitude and love. This is brilliant (I mean it would be twenty not thirty years and it was America joining WW2 that really got them out of the Great Depression but who cares about minor quibbles when a fic is this fabulous!) I will reiterate once more my undying love for your America (I really like how he's angry that his brother's suffering in Europe while simultaneously considering invading him) and my ever increasing concern. Alfred's not going to let him off easily. Thanks for writing this and please continue!
PS I'm fine for whatever kinks you want to throw in but I'd quite like a happy ending. If you've got a different ending planned already that's fine but I'm a bit soft hearted so I'd like a happy ending for Arthur at least.
Yay! It really is sort of telling, isn't it, how Alfred views Matthew (No one hurts my brother BUT me)? And yup, Alfred's going to make Arthur work for it. Happy Ending. Will do!
(You'll laugh at me but I'm a game convention, paying more attention to this then the convention)
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 22 2010, 05:20:25 UTC
OMG UPDATE PLEEEASSE
Im thinking to save Europe AND his people England will offer himself up 'Ill be your slave just leave my people out of it' ;A; THAT would be epicly sad
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 22 2010, 23:31:54 UTC
Um. I just started reading this and I already feel guilty for being turned on by the darkness of this setup/prompt. *is going to hell* I'm totally enjoying it, though. <3
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 02:28:43 UTC
Wow, this is an amazing fill! I love how dark--yet justified--America is, especially when it comes to trying to pull Matt away from the war. I can't imagine how Arthur is feeling right now. I am SO following this story.
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 02:34:20 UTC
It kind of sounds like the only difference is going to be that Arthur is "paying Alfred back" for America's involvement in the war with sex (instead of -- or in addition to! -- the money the English finally finished paying back recently in real life) by becoming his sex slave. So, uh, nothing too AU, it seems? I'm guessing the war will go the same, if not all history.
Re: Whatever it Takes 5/?
anonymous
October 23 2010, 19:07:54 UTC
<--Writer Haven't made up my mind really. There's going to be some really AU elements (I mean, c'mon,here), especially with the relationships between Canada, England and America during the Wars.
But, I'm going to try to keep the time line similar (messed up already /sad), so not quite a total AU.
Arthur should have just listened to him in the first place and maybe this would never have happened.
It didn't matter. He looked at the silent, white, Arthur and swore to himself when he saw the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. But somehow...he only felt anger that it was someone else causing Arthur's pain, not that he was in pain. Because somewhere in those damn killing fields, the ground so goddamn thirsty for blood, was his brother, bleeding for Arthur yet again in a war not of his making. He knew Matt was burning with his pilots, torn apart with his shock troops, bleeding red into the greedy ground.
His brother.
Not Arthur's. Not Francis's.
His brother was bleeding for someone else.
"You know," he began, "Ludwig and I have been talking." Arthur flinched.
"I know." The voice was harsh and wasted, dust and ash and fire in his throat.
"Do you," Alfred pressed. "Do you really know what he's offered me?" Arthur shook his from side to side.
He smiled. This would show Arthur just how much Alfred wanted to prove his wrongness to him. "Everything. If I can take Matt out of the war, I get Cara, I get everything I want. And they'll leave us be."
Arthur went a sickly green shade of white. That's right, Alfred thought grimly, think on that. "If I take Ludwig's offer, I attack Matt. He'll have to pull out of Europe to defend his border - there'll be no Canadian troops for you to send to their deaths," he continued. "Not only that but losing all those troops? Do you really think you can win, fighting a war on that many fronts?"
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(Where was his namesake? Was this not the darkest hour?)
The German armies were all but salting the lands they took. With every step they got closer and closer to his shores, and once they could reach him, there would be no mercy. His royals would die, his people would burn and he would go with them. They'd fight, oh they'd fight. His people were proud and strong, but eventually the night would come and then they'd go kicking and screaming into it.
Europe would fall beneath Ludwig and Gilbert. Maybe Russia might hold them back with General Winter, but Europe would fall. He could only hope that eventually, they'd run into Japan, who was slaughtering his way West and then all of them would kill each other.
Alfred looked at him. "What do I care for Europe? All your stupid, little, petty fights." He sneered. "Alls they do is boil over and take entire generations out. I've lost enough for you."
"Besides," he snorted, "The latest offer was rather compelling."
Arthur knew he shouldn't ask but had to anyways. He had to know what was driving Alfred (Hero Alfred) to dance with the devil under a new moon. Where had the hero gone? "What did he offer?"
London was still burning, it would burn for hours yet, though it felt as if the bombs were gone. There were dead in London, burned, crushed, dead of terror - he could still taste the blood in his mouth and feel the ache in his chest. Something pinched and bled - St Clemens Danes crumbled to the ground, throwing fire and molten stone everywhere, and his people were caught in the aftermath.
"You. He offered me you."
Arthur jerked back to the here and now instead of the there and now.
"Imagine that. He offers me you. To sweeten the deal of course," Alfred must have seen his jerk backwards. "Said he thinks perhaps the British Empire ought to feel how the colonies felt for a bit, and well, according to Gilbert, I'm the best one for it."
Arthur wanted to throw up, but there was naught but tea and blood in his stomach. Alfred was smiling at him as he stood in front of the chair he was sitting in. Those blue eyes were as cold as ice as they studied him like a pinned butterfly. "I control Matt, get him out of his hair, so to speak, I get you. All English pride and all. All mine."
He watched, silent and suddenly terrified for his life, his people, his land (his Princess). "And oh, Arthur, what I could do to you."
He was really regretting everything right now.
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This part of the fill takes place during the London Blitz, specifically during the May 10, 1941 attack in which St. Clement Danes Church burned.
Why is Canada so important here? Because in the last round of Risk I played, the second Canada went to War with America, Germany kicked England's ass.
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This is a really great fill, can't wait for more!:D
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This is brilliant (I mean it would be twenty not thirty years and it was America joining WW2 that really got them out of the Great Depression but who cares about minor quibbles when a fic is this fabulous!)
I will reiterate once more my undying love for your America (I really like how he's angry that his brother's suffering in Europe while simultaneously considering invading him) and my ever increasing concern. Alfred's not going to let him off easily.
Thanks for writing this and please continue!
PS I'm fine for whatever kinks you want to throw in but I'd quite like a happy ending. If you've got a different ending planned already that's fine but I'm a bit soft hearted so I'd like a happy ending for Arthur at least.
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It really is sort of telling, isn't it, how Alfred views Matthew (No one hurts my brother BUT me)? And yup, Alfred's going to make Arthur work for it. Happy Ending. Will do!
(You'll laugh at me but I'm a game convention, paying more attention to this then the convention)
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Im thinking to save Europe AND his people England will offer himself up 'Ill be your slave just leave my people out of it' ;A; THAT would be epicly sad
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We shall see, we shall see.
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"And oh, Arthur, what I could do to you."
That line was gifugdnv, unf
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Also, is this going to be a history AU?
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Haven't made up my mind really. There's going to be some really AU elements (I mean, c'mon,here), especially with the relationships between Canada, England and America during the Wars.
But, I'm going to try to keep the time line similar (messed up already /sad), so not quite a total AU.
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