Lost Time - [7b/?]
anonymous
December 13 2010, 10:32:55 UTC
France shifts sideways on the sofa, away from Colombia, as he senses the shift in the young man who was once his colony. In all the time he’s known Matthew, he’s only seen him well and truly angry a handful of times, and the large majority of that handful of times where during wars.
“I thought you were different.”
Because Francis knows Matthew as well as he does, he can hear the undercurrent of power beneath the ice of the younger Nation’s words.
And while he may have chosen to no longer be the superpower he once was after the Second World War ended and the Soviet Union was growing stronger, Colombia is still easily one of the strongest nations in the world.
“But no, you’re exactly the same. You get yourself in over your head and when reality catches up with you, you can’t face up to what you’ve done. So you just shove the blame onto someone else, someone innocent, and you just keep on living in your fantasies and your delusions!”
And despite his hatred for Great Britain and his distrust of this stranger wearing the same face, France admits to himself that he feels vaguely sorry for this other England. He’s only been on the receiving end of Matthew’s rage once, but he knows how much it stings to be the target of the young man’s fury.
“You’re a coward, Britain. Nothing more than a coward who can’t face up to his mistakes.”
“Belt up.” England’s voice is hard and sharp as a sword’s edge. Francis has never seen anyone stop talking as abruptly as abruptly as Matthew does then.
“Belt. Up.” Arthur says again, more firmly, even though no one speaks. Francis is suddenly aware that he is, for all intents and purposes caught between Colombia and England, and that is not a comfortable feeling. Across the room, Prussia subtlety slides into a position where he can intercept an attack if one of the furious Nations decides they’ve had enough.
“Just because I don’t know right now, don’t you dare think I’m going to just sit back and let. Him. Die.”
The room starts to smell of ozone and Arthur’s eyes all but glow, the way they do when magic is building around the island Nation. Francis is powerfully reminded of the days when another version of the same man, the same Nation, was a pirate and an Empire.
“Your Arthur-“ He snarls at the three Nations watching him. “-he may be deluded and a coward, but I’m. Not. Him. I will find a way to fix this.”
And in spite of everything, France finds that he believes him.
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Out of curiosity, did anyone see this coming?
How is this chapter so SHORT despite all the exposition? *headdesk* And argh, the drama. What is this, a soap opera? *shot*
But I got this up faster, so that makes up for the shortness, maybe? orz I swear the next chapter will be longer.
Re: Lost Time - [7b/?]
anonymous
December 13 2010, 11:59:28 UTC
Thanks! I'd forgotten I was even logged in. I'm usually just surfing without being logged in. Oh my. The situation is not looking good. But, I have to applaud England and his tenacity at not giving up even though the others think the worst of him for now. Poor Al how does he get himself in these sticky situations?
(applauds England) That was wonderfully done. ^_^ I couldn't help but cheer England there for suddenly being so kick-ass. Though poor Alfred...this is going to be tough on everybody involved.
“I thought you were different.”
Because Francis knows Matthew as well as he does, he can hear the undercurrent of power beneath the ice of the younger Nation’s words.
And while he may have chosen to no longer be the superpower he once was after the Second World War ended and the Soviet Union was growing stronger, Colombia is still easily one of the strongest nations in the world.
“But no, you’re exactly the same. You get yourself in over your head and when reality catches up with you, you can’t face up to what you’ve done. So you just shove the blame onto someone else, someone innocent, and you just keep on living in your fantasies and your delusions!”
And despite his hatred for Great Britain and his distrust of this stranger wearing the same face, France admits to himself that he feels vaguely sorry for this other England. He’s only been on the receiving end of Matthew’s rage once, but he knows how much it stings to be the target of the young man’s fury.
“You’re a coward, Britain. Nothing more than a coward who can’t face up to his mistakes.”
“Belt up.” England’s voice is hard and sharp as a sword’s edge. Francis has never seen anyone stop talking as abruptly as abruptly as Matthew does then.
“Belt. Up.” Arthur says again, more firmly, even though no one speaks. Francis is suddenly aware that he is, for all intents and purposes caught between Colombia and England, and that is not a comfortable feeling. Across the room, Prussia subtlety slides into a position where he can intercept an attack if one of the furious Nations decides they’ve had enough.
“Just because I don’t know right now, don’t you dare think I’m going to just sit back and let. Him. Die.”
The room starts to smell of ozone and Arthur’s eyes all but glow, the way they do when magic is building around the island Nation. Francis is powerfully reminded of the days when another version of the same man, the same Nation, was a pirate and an Empire.
“Your Arthur-“ He snarls at the three Nations watching him. “-he may be deluded and a coward, but I’m. Not. Him. I will find a way to fix this.”
And in spite of everything, France finds that he believes him.
= =
Out of curiosity, did anyone see this coming?
How is this chapter so SHORT despite all the exposition? *headdesk* And argh, the drama. What is this, a soap opera? *shot*
But I got this up faster, so that makes up for the shortness, maybe? orz I swear the next chapter will be longer.
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Oh my. The situation is not looking good. But, I have to applaud England and his tenacity at not giving up even though the others think the worst of him for now. Poor Al how does he get himself in these sticky situations?
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Oh, Al... ;A;
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...yes. Yes it is. I feel like a terrible person. >_>;;;
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Anxiously awaiting more!
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I like your concept with the people and their nations, too. :)
Thanks so much for updating! I'm eagerly awaiting more. :D
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Even if this ends up being like a soap opera (which it's not), it's freaking awesome.
AS LONG AS MY NATION DOESN'T DIE (again)! D':
I have a feeling there's gonna be a field trip to London later for the purposes of retrieving spell books. Is my hunch correct? :3
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I'm afraid I can't tell you either way. >_>
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