Lost Time - [6a/?]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 07:42:06 UTC
Holy ninja stalker!anon. XD
“I do not understand… This… How…? He’s real…?” Francis sits up slowly, cradling Alfred, and places a hand against his cheek. “Not a trick?” England moves away from the wall, about to try again to explain, but stops short when France snarls and shoots him that glare that Arthur hasn’t seen since Joan of Arc.
“Lay off, Francis. He’s not him. Can’t be. He doesn’t have the limp.” Gilbert stalks forward and scrutinizes England intently, much to the island Nation’s discomfort. “So who exactly are you?”
“He’s England.” Colombia tells them, crouching next to Francis and taking Alfred’s unconscious form from him. “Just... not from here. They appeared in the living room last night.”
“Which means that he-“ Prussia points at England. “-isn’t the one you hate, Francis.”
“What does that mean, ‘not from here’?”
“No idea.” Gilbert grins down at Francis, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “And the front hallway isn’t the best place for this conversation, ja?”
Prussia holds his hand out and pulls France to his feet. Colombia scoops America up and follows the others toward the living room, with England trailing behind them, feeling more out of place than ever.
= =
Canada feels bad for calling Mexico in the middle of the night, but France is right, and if... If it is that, she deserves to know.
“Hijo de puta, why are you calling me in the middle of the night? America, if this is you and you have scared yourself with one of your stupid movies again, so help me, I will end you. Violently.”
“Uh... It’s Canada, actually.” Matthew winces at the flood of Spanish profanity that blares from his phone’s speaker. He’d forgotten how irritable Mexico could be when she was woken up.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.. Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, it’s important, I don’t just wake people up in the middle of the night for no reason!”
“Well then, spit it out already!” Canada suspects that if she could, Mexico would hit him upside the head with something rather heavy.
Taking a deep breath, Matthew tells her. “My brother... America’s missing.”
That gets Mexico’s attention. “Missing how?” All the bluster and irritation is gone from her voice; she sounds genuinely concerned now. And that only makes Canada feel worse.
“Like, normally I can feel him, but now I can’t and he’s never been gone like this, ever.”
“Wait, back up. You mean your weird twins-sharing-a-brain thing? You are getting nothing from it?”
Matthew struggles with himself, trying not to break down again. “It’s like it was never there at all.”
“Mierda! There is absolutely no way that is good. Canada, do you have any idea why?”
“No, I have no idea. I need to- Would you- Mexico, could you help me with Al’s boss? I have no idea how... How do you tell someone that the country they lead could be about to collapse?”
“Yes, yes sure. Do that conference call thing; I will help you explain if you need it.”
Canada dials the White House and hits the three way call button. Alfred’s boss picks up just after the fifth ring. “Mm... ‘ello?” The President’s voice is slurred slightly with sleep.
“Um. I- Well- Th-this is Canada-“
“And Mexico.”
“Right, yeah. And Mexico.” Matthew makes an agitated sound and runs his hand through his hair. “Listen Mr. President, I- There’s- Something’s- Mexico, help.”
Mexico speaks slowly and evenly, explaining to America’s President about the twins’ connection and how Alfred is missing. Canada’s stomach clenches miserably and he tries not to listen; instead focusing his attention on praying to every divinity his people believe in for America to be safe.
Lost Time - [6b/?]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 07:44:04 UTC
Everyone is silent after England finishes explaining as best he can how he and America had landed themselves in an alternate world. France is still glaring at England, and Colombia is still cradling America with a distant look in his eyes. The only one visibly perturbed by what England has told them is Prussia.
Gilbert has the strangest expression on his face. If he didn’t know better, Arthur would suspect that Gilbert was staring straight at a situation he’d seen before. Or experienced himself.
“Since he got here... Has he tried to do anything... Nation-y?”
England hears in Prussia’s voice the same emotion that shows in the albino’s eyes, and his blood runs cold as he recognizes it.
Fear, or something very similar.
France and Colombia must hear it as well, because they both turn to Prussia in near perfect unison.
“Gil? Gil, what’s wrong?”
Gilbert looks up from where his hand rest in his lap and meets Matthew frightened gaze. “Just answer the question.” He bites out, his voice crackling with pent up tension. “Has he used his powers as a Nation since he got here?”
England feels dread begin to form a knot at the bottom of his stomach and he doesn’t know why.
“He was- Last night he was trying to connect with his people and he tore his mind up pretty bad when he couldn’t find them.”
“Does your Amérique also posses super human strength?” France’s question is directed at England.
“Yes, he always has.”
“I suspect he was trying to use it in the hallway, to hold me back.” As France shares this information Prussia leans forward, looking thoroughly ill, one hand pressed over his mouth. “What? What is wrong, Gilbert?”
Arthur jumps when Gilbert’s blood red eyes snap up to meet his.
“And you, can you feel a connection to your citizens?”
“I...” Arthur pauses, realizing he hasn’t even checked. “Ah, yes, I can feel my people. It’s muted, but they are there.”
“So then you’ll be okay...”
“...What? What do you mean he’ll be okay? What about Al?!”
Gilbert’s refusal to look Matthew in the eye gives them all the answer they need.
= =
My god, I’m so sorry this took so long. orz I’d love to promise it won’t happen again, but alas, you all probably know how it is. RL = epic bastard
Notes: Hijo de puta - I hope that roughly translates into ‘son of a bitch’. *language!fail* Tell me if it doesn’t, okay? >.>;;
This chapter is short I'm sorry. OTL
Q: Why does Prussia have such a grasp of what you can’t see happening?
A: Think about it for a moment. He’s been there, you know. And isn’t it interesting that the German word for ‘fear’ is ‘angst’?
Re: Lost Time - [6b/?]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 08:47:13 UTC
*little squeal* Author-anon! You're back! OP would like to scatter confetti in the wake of your return but the only paper on hand is my final projects for this semester so I can't. I do however understand that RL can be one helluvabitch.
Still, for as short a chapter as this was, I'm glad to see it. Poor America, and Colombia and Canada; this makes my lip wibble. But it also makes me excited because I know their need to get America home before his non-nation-ness gets him in trouble will raise the tension in the rest of the story to something awesome. ^_^
Re: Lost Time - [6b/?]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 14:50:13 UTC
Was doing the happydance to see this on the list this morning. Yay! So happy to see it continue! I was wondering why he passed out a second time. You're gonna make me draw Prussia now. :D
“I do not understand… This… How…? He’s real…?” Francis sits up slowly, cradling Alfred, and places a hand against his cheek. “Not a trick?” England moves away from the wall, about to try again to explain, but stops short when France snarls and shoots him that glare that Arthur hasn’t seen since Joan of Arc.
“Lay off, Francis. He’s not him. Can’t be. He doesn’t have the limp.” Gilbert stalks forward and scrutinizes England intently, much to the island Nation’s discomfort. “So who exactly are you?”
“He’s England.” Colombia tells them, crouching next to Francis and taking Alfred’s unconscious form from him. “Just... not from here. They appeared in the living room last night.”
“Which means that he-“ Prussia points at England. “-isn’t the one you hate, Francis.”
“What does that mean, ‘not from here’?”
“No idea.” Gilbert grins down at Francis, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “And the front hallway isn’t the best place for this conversation, ja?”
Prussia holds his hand out and pulls France to his feet. Colombia scoops America up and follows the others toward the living room, with England trailing behind them, feeling more out of place than ever.
= =
Canada feels bad for calling Mexico in the middle of the night, but France is right, and if... If it is that, she deserves to know.
“Hijo de puta, why are you calling me in the middle of the night? America, if this is you and you have scared yourself with one of your stupid movies again, so help me, I will end you. Violently.”
“Uh... It’s Canada, actually.” Matthew winces at the flood of Spanish profanity that blares from his phone’s speaker. He’d forgotten how irritable Mexico could be when she was woken up.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.. Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, it’s important, I don’t just wake people up in the middle of the night for no reason!”
“Well then, spit it out already!” Canada suspects that if she could, Mexico would hit him upside the head with something rather heavy.
Taking a deep breath, Matthew tells her. “My brother... America’s missing.”
That gets Mexico’s attention. “Missing how?” All the bluster and irritation is gone from her voice; she sounds genuinely concerned now. And that only makes Canada feel worse.
“Like, normally I can feel him, but now I can’t and he’s never been gone like this, ever.”
“Wait, back up. You mean your weird twins-sharing-a-brain thing? You are getting nothing from it?”
Matthew struggles with himself, trying not to break down again. “It’s like it was never there at all.”
“Mierda! There is absolutely no way that is good. Canada, do you have any idea why?”
“No, I have no idea. I need to- Would you- Mexico, could you help me with Al’s boss? I have no idea how... How do you tell someone that the country they lead could be about to collapse?”
“Yes, yes sure. Do that conference call thing; I will help you explain if you need it.”
Canada dials the White House and hits the three way call button. Alfred’s boss picks up just after the fifth ring. “Mm... ‘ello?” The President’s voice is slurred slightly with sleep.
“Um. I- Well- Th-this is Canada-“
“And Mexico.”
“Right, yeah. And Mexico.” Matthew makes an agitated sound and runs his hand through his hair. “Listen Mr. President, I- There’s- Something’s- Mexico, help.”
Mexico speaks slowly and evenly, explaining to America’s President about the twins’ connection and how Alfred is missing. Canada’s stomach clenches miserably and he tries not to listen; instead focusing his attention on praying to every divinity his people believe in for America to be safe.
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Gilbert has the strangest expression on his face. If he didn’t know better, Arthur would suspect that Gilbert was staring straight at a situation he’d seen before. Or experienced himself.
“Since he got here... Has he tried to do anything... Nation-y?”
England hears in Prussia’s voice the same emotion that shows in the albino’s eyes, and his blood runs cold as he recognizes it.
Fear, or something very similar.
France and Colombia must hear it as well, because they both turn to Prussia in near perfect unison.
“Gil? Gil, what’s wrong?”
Gilbert looks up from where his hand rest in his lap and meets Matthew frightened gaze. “Just answer the question.” He bites out, his voice crackling with pent up tension. “Has he used his powers as a Nation since he got here?”
England feels dread begin to form a knot at the bottom of his stomach and he doesn’t know why.
“He was- Last night he was trying to connect with his people and he tore his mind up pretty bad when he couldn’t find them.”
“Does your Amérique also posses super human strength?” France’s question is directed at England.
“Yes, he always has.”
“I suspect he was trying to use it in the hallway, to hold me back.” As France shares this information Prussia leans forward, looking thoroughly ill, one hand pressed over his mouth. “What? What is wrong, Gilbert?”
Arthur jumps when Gilbert’s blood red eyes snap up to meet his.
“And you, can you feel a connection to your citizens?”
“I...” Arthur pauses, realizing he hasn’t even checked. “Ah, yes, I can feel my people. It’s muted, but they are there.”
“So then you’ll be okay...”
“...What? What do you mean he’ll be okay? What about Al?!”
Gilbert’s refusal to look Matthew in the eye gives them all the answer they need.
= =
My god, I’m so sorry this took so long. orz I’d love to promise it won’t happen again, but alas, you all probably know how it is. RL = epic bastard
Notes:
Hijo de puta - I hope that roughly translates into ‘son of a bitch’. *language!fail* Tell me if it doesn’t, okay? >.>;;
This chapter is short I'm sorry. OTL
Q: Why does Prussia have such a grasp of what you can’t see happening?
A: Think about it for a moment. He’s been there, you know. And isn’t it interesting that the German word for ‘fear’ is ‘angst’?
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Still, for as short a chapter as this was, I'm glad to see it. Poor America, and Colombia and Canada; this makes my lip wibble. But it also makes me excited because I know their need to get America home before his non-nation-ness gets him in trouble will raise the tension in the rest of the story to something awesome. ^_^
Paitently waiting for the next update as always.
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Anyway, YGO-anon is so happy to see you! :D Yeah, RL is teh suck.
D: Aww, crap. Al's definitely in trouble... And I bet France is still not going to trust England...
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I was wondering why he passed out a second time.
You're gonna make me draw Prussia now. :D
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I am indeed. Once I get the next part of my fill done, I'll do some doodling.:)
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