No Longer Broken [1b/?]
anonymous
October 27 2011, 02:14:25 UTC
...Now, England and Prussia would start off chatting about fun times in the past, and how Russia was a complete tool, but after the Englishman got a few drinks in him, he would always launch into a depressed rant about his former colony. It was always 'America this' and 'America that' and 'why doesn't he love me anymore' and 'I wish the brat would just drag me into a closet and screw my brains out already'. (Okay, so maybe he had never actually said that last one, but the subtext was definitely there.)
Frankly, Prussia was tired of it all. He didn't particularly hate America (America hated Russia, therefore, there was something good about him), but America had also been the one to let Russia drag him into his house in the first place. He liked that the kid had guts (training him back in the 1700s had been hilarious) but ever since his revolution, England had been like this. It was annoying. And Prussia wanted it to stop.
So the albino did what he always did when he sensed that England was nearing his limit--he sent a quick text message to a certain oblivious superpower to come pick up his drunken friend, then waited for the fireworks to start. (It was always hilarious to watch the American toss his former mentor over his shoulder and drag him out of the bar, kicking and screaming. Plus, Prussia thought with a smirk, getting those two together while England was drunk would one day result in England trying to jump the kid, which would hopefully, finally, get both of them to stop spewing UST everywhere they went.)
He closed his phone and waited, downing another two beers himself while England continued to ramble on about America. Finally, he heard the bell on the entrance door jingle and sensed the prescence of another of their kind in the room. Just before he turned around to wave the superpower down, though, England clapped a hand to Prussia's arm.
"Le' me tell yew sometin, mate--never, ever, fall in love," he told the ex-nation as seriously as he could while teetering back and forth. "I did, an' look what it got me--jus' hunners o' years o' a broken 'eart..." England sniffled and, suddenly, began to topple forward. Before Prussia could catch him, though, another pair of arms shot out to support him.
"Whoa, easy there, England, haha..." America held up his former mentor carefully, smile plastic on his face, but his eyes concerned. Prussia smiled slyly. Perfect.
"Y-you...gerrof....m'cant even... dunno why y' bothern mmm...." England flailed inneffectually against the arms around him, his protests becoming quieter and more mumbled as the alcohol lulled him into unconciousness. America frowned a little.
"Dude, how much have you had?" When England didn't respond, the superpower turned towards Prussia, who just shrugged.
"Don't look at me, kid. S'not my fault the guy has the tolerance of a 4-year-old." Prussia took another swig of his beer to hide his growing grin as America frowned more deeply. He rarely ever saw the nation before him look complacent, let alone unhappy.
"Then shouldn't you stop him before he drinks too much? You're his friend--you know how he gets when he's drunk..." Prussia shrugged again. Hedid know. And that was exactly the point.
"S'why I call you." The American pursed his lips, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, before he turned around.
"Yeah, I guess...." He carefully slung a now-unconcious England over his shoulder, settling him there with a one-armed grip around the back of his knees. "Thanks for not letting the old man stumble home, at least.." And with that, the American left the establishment, British passenger in tow.
When he was sure the American was long gone, Prussia let out a loud cackle. Several other patrons of the bar glared at him, but he didn't particularly care. Setting his drink aside for the moment, he flipped open his phone again and began texting his favorite Frenchman.
No Longer Broken [2a/?]
anonymous
November 24 2011, 20:04:57 UTC
His first though was that he felt as if his head had been run over by a bus. An angry bus. Wait. That made no sense. But neither did the spinning room...Ugh, why was the light being such a prat today? Shining in his eyes like it didn't know he....
Oh, right. Hangover. England groaned into his duvet, burrowing his face into the pillow to block out the afternoon sun shining through his bedroom window. He didn't even have the energy to question how exactly he'd managed to get from his favorite pub to his own bed while he was pissed off his arse, but was grateful to be there nonetheless. With that last thought, the Briton promptly curled up and went back into a deep sleep.
He wouldn't really wake up until another 8 hours later, after the sun had already set. He finally came to with a taste like death on his tongue and the desperate urge to empty his bladder. After that, he made himself some tea, cleaned around the house, did a bit of paperwork--all in all a typical, uneventful 'day after.'
But though the day was rather ordinary for the Englishman, for his American counterpart, it was anything but.
Re: No Longer Broken [2a/?]
anonymous
November 28 2011, 22:55:44 UTC
Not OP, Anon, but so far this is very cute and seems very promising :) I love the idea of England and Prussia being drinking buddies, well, sort of...And even more that America is the one coming to pick England up ^^ Oh and the glaring contest between germany and Russia made me giggle like mad XD
Also, as much as I love UsUk, I often have the feeling that almost everything has been said and done with this pairing, still you managed to catch my attention, and make me want more! Infact I'm looking forward to the next update :)
Author!Anon
anonymous
November 29 2011, 04:15:57 UTC
Yay,first (real) review! (I just figured out how to post it to the fills list ;u; )
Yeah, I know what you mean about the same things being said over and over in USUKUS stories.....I hope I can stay original!
Errr, also.....I meant that America was the one that had a 30 year staring contest with Russia and won....e_e' guess I...didn't make that very clear (it was supposed to be a Cold War reference...)
But anyway, thanks or reviewing! Part 2b is well underway!
No Longer Broken [2b/?]
anonymous
November 30 2011, 18:00:14 UTC
For America, the weirdness had started the moment he walked through the bar's door.
(He would have liked to say that it began when he got a text from Prussia at 3AM, telling him to come pick up a sniffling, dead-drunk England, but this happened often enough that it didn't even phase him...though it had been happening an awful lot lately...)
Anyway, things had been pretty normal--London traffic was as confusing as it always was, what with the backwards roads and all, and it was kind of annoying that he'd had to pause his game with Kiku--America was winning even though it was one of Japan's games', so he'd been on a high--but he arrived at the pub soon enough, having arrived a few days early in London for the World meeting.
(He wondered who helped England home on the nights America wasn't in town--but it was probably France or one of his brothers or something...)
He parked his rental car--(American made, thankyouverymuch, though it'd been hard to find in London)--and entered the dingy old pub. Seriously, the thing had to be nearly one hundred years old--a lot of England's buildings were really old, and he couldn't help but feel that it was rather fitting.
A few people looked up at his entrance--even though it hadn't been a particularly heroic one, people still tended to pay attention to him when he was in the room--something he not-so-secretly enjoyed (and maybe even tried to encourage). He gave them the brightest, most awesome grin he could manage this late at night and strode easily over to the bar, already having spotted Prussia's shock of freaky old-man hair, and England, who was hunched over on the bar next to him. But as he got closer, he saw the Island nation suddenly sit up straight and grip his drinking buddy by the arm. He was closed enough to make out England's slurring words.
"Le' me tell yew sometin, mate--never, ever, fall in love," he began seriously, surprisingly sober. America paused, eyes widening slightly, then pouting.
What? What was wrong with love? Romance movies were awesome--sure, horror and action movies were better, but romance was still good, especially if they could have all three...and England was speaking again
"I did, an' look what it got me--jus' hunners o' years o' a broken 'eart..." England was starting to teeter again, but America wasn't paying attention. His breath had frozen in his lungs and one, singular thought seemed to be shooting through every synapse of his brain.
England's in love.
England's in love.
England's in love.
England's in love.
No matter which way he looked at it, it didn't make any sense. How...?
But before he could think any further on it, England began to fall off of his barstool and America's hero instincts kicked in, grabbing the Briton before his face was given a painful introduction to the floor.
"Whoa, easy there, England, haha..." America could feel the grin on his face, in place automatically after centuries of practice, but his mind was elsewhere. He felt England start to struggle a bit, his glazed eyes rolling about angrily, but America didn't quite notice what he was saying, mind still reeling.
He's in love.
He's in love.
Surprisingly, though, England went limp after only a minute--though it could have been longer, the American couldn't say for sure. Point was, England usually put up much more of a struggle than this...
No Longer Broken [2c/?]
anonymous
November 30 2011, 18:01:48 UTC
"Dude, how much have you had?" He asked, mostly to himself. For as expected, the little Island didn't answer. He turned to Prussia, who shrugged.
"Don't look at me, kid. S'not my fault the guy has the tolerance of a 4-year-old," the albino snorted. America felt his teeth clench a little. He could never figure out where he stood with Prussia...he was a godsend during his revolution (not that he'd ever admit it), but then the World Wars happened...of course, America also felt a bit guilty that it'd taken him nearly 30 years to get the German away from Russia, and sometimes wondered if he held a grudge because of it--he'd been able to help all of the other Axis members recover right away, but Prussia...
"Then shouldn't you stop him before he drinks too much?" America asked anyway, saving his thinking for another time, as he often did. "You're his friend--you know how he gets when he's drunk..." Oh, how America knew...
"S'why I call you," the German said easily. America stared hard at him. He could swear the albino was laughing at him, now. His face was partially hidden by a nearly-empty tankard of beer, but America could just feel the smug amusement radiating off of him...like he knew--
Oh,well. Of course, it made sense--the Prussian knew how England got when drunk, yet he always called America to come pick him up. It must have been his petty revenge for letting Russia keep him for nearly four decades...
(And people said he couldn't read the atmosphere--he could have his passive-aggressive moments, too! Like,did people really think he'd forget his own brother's name? No, he was well aware that it was Canada sitting in the ice and snow above him--he would just call him Canadia to piss him off, his own form of petty revenge for 1812...)
But, America supposed, slightly grumpy, that as far as petty revenge went, this wasn't the worst the sadistic ex-nation could have come up with.
"Yeah, I guess," America said absentmindedly, easily swinging the limp Briton over his shoulder. "Thanks for not letting the old man stumble home, at least." And at least the German's revenge was somewhat productive--he wasn't sure he trusted the albino to get England home in one piece....as awesome as the Autobahn was (and America was all for freedom) some rules were there for a reason, and a drunk Prussia driving an even drunker England back home late at night on the wrong side of the road at 120mph wouldn't have ended well.
He left the German to his drinks and swiftly exited the bar, not even thinking to give the patrons that turned to wave him off a heroic grin in return, so distracted was he.
No, with the warm body of England draped across his shoulder, the Nation's ale-tainted breath tickling the back of his neck and his light snores sounding in his ear, America could think of nothing but the unconcious man in his arms. And the words he'd said.
England's in love, he thought again as he carefully settled the Briton into the passenger's side of his rented Ford, then hopping into the driver's seat and closing his door quietly. He started up the car, but didn't make any move to pull out of the parking lot, eyes fixed on the sleeping man to his right.
Re: No Longer Broken [2c/?]
anonymous
November 30 2011, 21:23:41 UTC
Oh Author!Anon, this looks so good. <3 And while it's nice to see a not-entirely-oblivious America, it's even more amazing to see a passive-aggressive America. I've seen him written that way about his brother, despite the fact that they seem to have that kind of relationship. Very cool. LOL
Oh America, honey, how long will it take you to realize who he's in love with? XD And I can't wait to see what kind of misunderstandings led to America punching Germany is the beginning of part one. This should be interesting. >:D
Oh yeah! Are you posting your updates to the Fills List? I just happened to stumble upon this, and there are surprisingly few comments! Granted, people barely comment anymore on new stuff on this meme, but still ...
Re: No Longer Broken [2c/?] A!A
anonymous
December 1 2011, 18:02:04 UTC
:D Thank you, m'dear! Yes, it annoys me when people make America out to be a complete idiot...he's not stupid, just kind of oblivious sometimes...like he will be for the misunderstanding of epic proportions mentioned in 1a :3
It will take awhile, with many shenanigans along the way....as for America's punching, all I can tell you is that Prussia is involved. That is all. ^3^
Eheh...yeah, just posted the story to the fills list a few days ago when I figured out how to do it.....and I guess I should re-post every time I update? *first-time filler*
No Longer Broken [2.1a/?]
anonymous
December 4 2011, 07:11:55 UTC
An odd buzzing noise from the vicinity of his bedside table had France awake in under thirty seconds. (After centuries of men--and women--barging into his bedroom at all hours of the night to wreak vengeance on their unfaithful spouses--and, by extension, France himself--he'd become somewhat of a light sleeper...)
He opened his eyes just in time to see the light from his vibrating cell phone die out, and wearily reached over to grab it. He flipped it open, knowing fewer than five people who would bother him at this hour. Sure enough, a text from Prussia was there, blinking in his inbox.
Guess who England just confessed his undying love to?
That had France immediately bolting fully upright on his bed, phone gripped tightly in his hands and wide blue eyes re-reading the message, just to be sure. After a moment, he began texting back rapidly.
Qu'est-ce? Is this true? Did our favorite cold-hearted Englishman finally stop pining after Etats-Unis and make a move?
France sent the text and waited for a reply in nervous excitement, his mind already coming up with dozens of schemes of how he could exploit--er, enjoy and observe the budding romance between the two dense anglophones. After a minute, another message popped up on his screen.
Heh. Thought that'd get your attention... France pouted. One of the conditions of having the same friends for centuries was this--they sometimes got to know your habits a little too well. Nonetheless, he continued reading the message.
so, England didn't exactly tell the kid directly, but he might as well have...well, you know how England gets when he's drunk?
France sighed and rolled his eyes for the benefit of the empty room--honestly, of course he knew how the Briton was when drunk, half the world knew. And, as always, trust Prussia to exaggerate and get his hopes up...
Of course I know you silly man! Now, tell me what happened! And I want details! Details!
This time, there was about a five minute wait before the next text came in, but when it did, it came in three separate messages.
Okay, so-England's ranting at me about how much America hates him and shit, and I can tell he's pretty drunk, so, remember that thing you said I should do when he gets drunk? Well, i've been doing it for years now--I texted America.
So while i'm waiting for Wunderkind to show up, England keeps getting drunker, and just as America walks through the door and within earshot, England grabs my arms and tells me, word-for-word, I swear, this:
"As awesome as you are, I gotta tell you, Prussia--never, ever fall in love! I fell in love, idiot that I am, and look what happened to me--my heart was stomped into tiny little bits and i've been a weepy drunk for hundreds of years for it!" And America heard all of it, then took him home. XD
France read, re-read, and triple-read the long message carefully, committing this juicy new development to memory, all while giggling like a maniac. This had even more potential that the so-called "British Invasion"
Prusse, this is amazing! C'est magnifique! Do you realize what this could mean?
That England will finally replace that stick up his ass with America's dick? Ja, I guess...
Non, non! It is more than that, though by the end of the week I am certain THAT will happen as well...But think of the passion! The l'amour! The awkward blushing and stuttering!
XD I may have to sneak into the meeting...what do you think the kid will do, now that he knows?
Hmm...somehow, I think that Amerique is not quite aware that it is he that England is enamoured of--otherwise, our hyperactive "hero" would have made a move by now...for I am sure that Amerique has been pining away for Angleterre for as long, or longer, than--
the rosbif himself....though I am not sure if Amerique is even aware of his own feelings--it is hard to say...
No Longer Broken [2.1b/?]
anonymous
December 4 2011, 07:26:12 UTC
France though for a moment after he sent the text--he was almost positive that the feelings between the two English-speaking nations were reciprocated, and he was, after all, an expert in these things--but England would only admit to it when very drunk and America...well, he never said anything outright, but, then again, the boy had always favored action rather than words...speaking of which...
Just then, Prussia's text came in, asking France the question he'd been about to ask himself.
Wait, so if the kid doesn't think that England's in love with *him*, who DOES he think England loves?....And what will he do to them? XD
France grinned, typing back a reply.
And that is the crux of the situation, no? I am certain he has no clue, and will bother everyone he suspects until he asks England himself...which gives us plenty of time to have our fun ;)
Kesese....what exactly did you have in mind?
The French nation's grin was positively evil now.
Here is what we need to do...
Notes: So, finally done with the setup! Part 3 should have detective!America, trying to find out who broke England's heart... (author!anon hopes OP doesn't mind that I'm straying from the prompt a little... But never fear, for there WILL be angst and fluff galore...) As always, constructive criticism and praise is always welcome! (Also, you have NO IDEA how hard it was for me to NOT have France call Prussia "you silly kah-niggit!" (knight, for those of you who are unfamiliar with a certain troupe of comedic Britons...) )
Re: No Longer Broken [2.1b/?]
anonymous
December 4 2011, 15:07:56 UTC
Oh, this is awesome :) I have to agree with anon above, I just LOVE how you've written America. It's so rare (and nice) to see him written like this. And France and Prussia's bromance is perfection.
first (real) review-er here :)
anonymous
December 4 2011, 18:38:54 UTC
A!A this is made of win! And this has to be said before anything else XD Don't worry, the cold war refernce was clear, I even understood it, but I must confess, I was in a hurry when I wrote the review :P The fact still remains, talking about it as a staring contest was funny :P
About the update, it's full of little epic moments, I so love the small details you use to carachterize every nation! For example, why France is a light sleeper LOL Or the relationship between Prussia and America. I never red a story where this subject was at least hinted. I may have missed it, I don't know, but it was a nice surprise and also so very inspiring, as in now I want to write/read about this topic so badly!
And why I find Prussia and France gossipping via text messages so cute? You tease, you ended the chapter in a crucial moment XD I want to know France's plan! Oh, and I'm also eager for the angst-fluff galore, I know it'll be epic!
Just one more thing, please post the update on the fill list, so we don't miss it, it'd be a shame <3 And people use to include also a link to the last part, so it's easier for the readers to tell the update apart from older chapters :)
Re: first (real) review-er here :)
anonymous
December 5 2011, 04:13:23 UTC
:'D I'm honestly so amazed at all the praise this has been getting...I can't tell that i'm writing any differently than usual, but maybe that just means I'm improving? Or i'm just surrounded by hyper-critical people....yeah...
OK, Good! Obviously, this is unbeta'd, and I sometimes have a tendency to assume the readers know what I was thinking of in my head but not actually write it down ;u; And don't worry--i'm more impressed that you were in a hurry and bothered to write a review at all (and such a nice one, too!)
Anyway, first!anon, I too, have wondered why there is so little Prussia and America interaction in any stories i've read. Personally, I love to write them together, and this is not the only story i'm working on where they do. I mean, their personalities are fairly similar, they've fought with and against each other IRL, AND a lot of people who ship USUKUS also ship PruCan, which should mean they'd be fairly acquainted with each other, and yet, they rarely are, especially in a non-AU setting...
Speaking of PruCan (and I know i'm getting a little off topic here...) this story may possibly have hints of that in here (I also like Canada and Prussia with other nations, unlike USUK, so if anyone has any serious objections to hints of that pairing, I will listen, but not if it's "OHEMGEE liek PruCan SUX!!1!! RussPruss and Franada FOH-EH-VAH!" (I like Franada okay....RussPruss....not so much...but, I digress) I leave other pairing hints if it really bothers some people (i'm actually saving up plot bunnies to do a more historical PruCan story, something along the lines of "The First Time He Heard Him Speak", showing Prussia's brief brushes with Canada up until WWII when they finally meet on the battlefield....I will do that after I finish this, though (and as soon as i've completed this, i'll deanon, I think...)
tl;dr: PruCan hints y/n?
ANYWAY, back to your actual review :'D (sorry) Go for it! Write your own America + Prussia story! the most i've seen other writers do is have them play X-Box live together XD
Onhonhonhon~ You will find out their plan by seeing it in action, my lovelies.....and perhaps a flashback...
Oh, okay, thanks for the tip! I don't want to confuse my readers any more than I already am
Frankly, Prussia was tired of it all. He didn't particularly hate America (America hated Russia, therefore, there was something good about him), but America had also been the one to let Russia drag him into his house in the first place. He liked that the kid had guts (training him back in the 1700s had been hilarious) but ever since his revolution, England had been like this. It was annoying. And Prussia wanted it to stop.
So the albino did what he always did when he sensed that England was nearing his limit--he sent a quick text message to a certain oblivious superpower to come pick up his drunken friend, then waited for the fireworks to start. (It was always hilarious to watch the American toss his former mentor over his shoulder and drag him out of the bar, kicking and screaming. Plus, Prussia thought with a smirk, getting those two together while England was drunk would one day result in England trying to jump the kid, which would hopefully, finally, get both of them to stop spewing UST everywhere they went.)
He closed his phone and waited, downing another two beers himself while England continued to ramble on about America. Finally, he heard the bell on the entrance door jingle and sensed the prescence of another of their kind in the room. Just before he turned around to wave the superpower down, though, England clapped a hand to Prussia's arm.
"Le' me tell yew sometin, mate--never, ever, fall in love," he told the ex-nation as seriously as he could while teetering back and forth. "I did, an' look what it got me--jus' hunners o' years o' a broken 'eart..." England sniffled and, suddenly, began to topple forward. Before Prussia could catch him, though, another pair of arms shot out to support him.
"Whoa, easy there, England, haha..." America held up his former mentor carefully, smile plastic on his face, but his eyes concerned. Prussia smiled slyly. Perfect.
"Y-you...gerrof....m'cant even... dunno why y' bothern mmm...." England flailed inneffectually against the arms around him, his protests becoming quieter and more mumbled as the alcohol lulled him into unconciousness. America frowned a little.
"Dude, how much have you had?" When England didn't respond, the superpower turned towards Prussia, who just shrugged.
"Don't look at me, kid. S'not my fault the guy has the tolerance of a 4-year-old." Prussia took another swig of his beer to hide his growing grin as America frowned more deeply. He rarely ever saw the nation before him look complacent, let alone unhappy.
"Then shouldn't you stop him before he drinks too much? You're his friend--you know how he gets when he's drunk..." Prussia shrugged again. Hedid know. And that was exactly the point.
"S'why I call you." The American pursed his lips, a hint of suspicion in his eyes, before he turned around.
"Yeah, I guess...." He carefully slung a now-unconcious England over his shoulder, settling him there with a one-armed grip around the back of his knees. "Thanks for not letting the old man stumble home, at least.." And with that, the American left the establishment, British passenger in tow.
When he was sure the American was long gone, Prussia let out a loud cackle. Several other patrons of the bar glared at him, but he didn't particularly care. Setting his drink aside for the moment, he flipped open his phone again and began texting his favorite Frenchman.
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Oh, right. Hangover. England groaned into his duvet, burrowing his face into the pillow to block out the afternoon sun shining through his bedroom window. He didn't even have the energy to question how exactly he'd managed to get from his favorite pub to his own bed while he was pissed off his arse, but was grateful to be there nonetheless. With that last thought, the Briton promptly curled up and went back into a deep sleep.
He wouldn't really wake up until another 8 hours later, after the sun had already set. He finally came to with a taste like death on his tongue and the desperate urge to empty his bladder. After that, he made himself some tea, cleaned around the house, did a bit of paperwork--all in all a typical, uneventful 'day after.'
But though the day was rather ordinary for the Englishman, for his American counterpart, it was anything but.
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Oh and the glaring contest between germany and Russia made me giggle like mad XD
Also, as much as I love UsUk, I often have the feeling that almost everything has been said and done with this pairing, still you managed to catch my attention, and make me want more! Infact I'm looking forward to the next update :)
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Yeah, I know what you mean about the same things being said over and over in USUKUS stories.....I hope I can stay original!
Errr, also.....I meant that America was the one that had a 30 year staring contest with Russia and won....e_e' guess I...didn't make that very clear (it was supposed to be a Cold War reference...)
But anyway, thanks or reviewing! Part 2b is well underway!
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(He would have liked to say that it began when he got a text from Prussia at 3AM, telling him to come pick up a sniffling, dead-drunk England, but this happened often enough that it didn't even phase him...though it had been happening an awful lot lately...)
Anyway, things had been pretty normal--London traffic was as confusing as it always was, what with the backwards roads and all, and it was kind of annoying that he'd had to pause his game with Kiku--America was winning even though it was one of Japan's games', so he'd been on a high--but he arrived at the pub soon enough, having arrived a few days early in London for the World meeting.
(He wondered who helped England home on the nights America wasn't in town--but it was probably France or one of his brothers or something...)
He parked his rental car--(American made, thankyouverymuch, though it'd been hard to find in London)--and entered the dingy old pub. Seriously, the thing had to be nearly one hundred years old--a lot of England's buildings were really old, and he couldn't help but feel that it was rather fitting.
A few people looked up at his entrance--even though it hadn't been a particularly heroic one, people still tended to pay attention to him when he was in the room--something he not-so-secretly enjoyed (and maybe even tried to encourage). He gave them the brightest, most awesome grin he could manage this late at night and strode easily over to the bar, already having spotted Prussia's shock of freaky old-man hair, and England, who was hunched over on the bar next to him. But as he got closer, he saw the Island nation suddenly sit up straight and grip his drinking buddy by the arm. He was closed enough to make out England's slurring words.
"Le' me tell yew sometin, mate--never, ever, fall in love," he began seriously, surprisingly sober. America paused, eyes widening slightly, then pouting.
What? What was wrong with love? Romance movies were awesome--sure, horror and action movies were better, but romance was still good, especially if they could have all three...and England was speaking again
"I did, an' look what it got me--jus' hunners o' years o' a broken 'eart..." England was starting to teeter again, but America wasn't paying attention. His breath had frozen in his lungs and one, singular thought seemed to be shooting through every synapse of his brain.
England's in love.
England's in love.
England's in love.
England's in love.
No matter which way he looked at it, it didn't make any sense. How...?
But before he could think any further on it, England began to fall off of his barstool and America's hero instincts kicked in, grabbing the Briton before his face was given a painful introduction to the floor.
"Whoa, easy there, England, haha..." America could feel the grin on his face, in place automatically after centuries of practice, but his mind was elsewhere. He felt England start to struggle a bit, his glazed eyes rolling about angrily, but America didn't quite notice what he was saying, mind still reeling.
He's in love.
He's in love.
Surprisingly, though, England went limp after only a minute--though it could have been longer, the American couldn't say for sure. Point was, England usually put up much more of a struggle than this...
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"Don't look at me, kid. S'not my fault the guy has the tolerance of a 4-year-old," the albino snorted. America felt his teeth clench a little. He could never figure out where he stood with Prussia...he was a godsend during his revolution (not that he'd ever admit it), but then the World Wars happened...of course, America also felt a bit guilty that it'd taken him nearly 30 years to get the German away from Russia, and sometimes wondered if he held a grudge because of it--he'd been able to help all of the other Axis members recover right away, but Prussia...
"Then shouldn't you stop him before he drinks too much?" America asked anyway, saving his thinking for another time, as he often did. "You're his friend--you know how he gets when he's drunk..." Oh, how America knew...
"S'why I call you," the German said easily. America stared hard at him. He could swear the albino was laughing at him, now. His face was partially hidden by a nearly-empty tankard of beer, but America could just feel the smug amusement radiating off of him...like he knew--
Oh,well. Of course, it made sense--the Prussian knew how England got when drunk, yet he always called America to come pick him up. It must have been his petty revenge for letting Russia keep him for nearly four decades...
(And people said he couldn't read the atmosphere--he could have his passive-aggressive moments, too! Like,did people really think he'd forget his own brother's name? No, he was well aware that it was Canada sitting in the ice and snow above him--he would just call him Canadia to piss him off, his own form of petty revenge for 1812...)
But, America supposed, slightly grumpy, that as far as petty revenge went, this wasn't the worst the sadistic ex-nation could have come up with.
"Yeah, I guess," America said absentmindedly, easily swinging the limp Briton over his shoulder. "Thanks for not letting the old man stumble home, at least." And at least the German's revenge was somewhat productive--he wasn't sure he trusted the albino to get England home in one piece....as awesome as the Autobahn was (and America was all for freedom) some rules were there for a reason, and a drunk Prussia driving an even drunker England back home late at night on the wrong side of the road at 120mph wouldn't have ended well.
He left the German to his drinks and swiftly exited the bar, not even thinking to give the patrons that turned to wave him off a heroic grin in return, so distracted was he.
No, with the warm body of England draped across his shoulder, the Nation's ale-tainted breath tickling the back of his neck and his light snores sounding in his ear, America could think of nothing but the unconcious man in his arms. And the words he'd said.
England's in love, he thought again as he carefully settled the Briton into the passenger's side of his rented Ford, then hopping into the driver's seat and closing his door quietly. He started up the car, but didn't make any move to pull out of the parking lot, eyes fixed on the sleeping man to his right.
He's in love....and somebody broke his heart.
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This is soooo cool.
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Oh America, honey, how long will it take you to realize who he's in love with? XD And I can't wait to see what kind of misunderstandings led to America punching Germany is the beginning of part one. This should be interesting. >:D
Oh yeah! Are you posting your updates to the Fills List? I just happened to stumble upon this, and there are surprisingly few comments! Granted, people barely comment anymore on new stuff on this meme, but still ...
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It will take awhile, with many shenanigans along the way....as for America's punching, all I can tell you is that Prussia is involved. That is all. ^3^
Eheh...yeah, just posted the story to the fills list a few days ago when I figured out how to do it.....and I guess I should re-post every time I update? *first-time filler*
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He opened his eyes just in time to see the light from his vibrating cell phone die out, and wearily reached over to grab it. He flipped it open, knowing fewer than five people who would bother him at this hour. Sure enough, a text from Prussia was there, blinking in his inbox.
Guess who England just confessed his undying love to?
That had France immediately bolting fully upright on his bed, phone gripped tightly in his hands and wide blue eyes re-reading the message, just to be sure. After a moment, he began texting back rapidly.
Qu'est-ce? Is this true? Did our favorite cold-hearted Englishman finally stop pining after Etats-Unis and make a move?
France sent the text and waited for a reply in nervous excitement, his mind already coming up with dozens of schemes of how he could exploit--er, enjoy and observe the budding romance between the two dense anglophones. After a minute, another message popped up on his screen.
Heh. Thought that'd get your attention... France pouted. One of the conditions of having the same friends for centuries was this--they sometimes got to know your habits a little too well. Nonetheless, he continued reading the message.
so, England didn't exactly tell the kid directly, but he might as well have...well, you know how England gets when he's drunk?
France sighed and rolled his eyes for the benefit of the empty room--honestly, of course he knew how the Briton was when drunk, half the world knew. And, as always, trust Prussia to exaggerate and get his hopes up...
Of course I know you silly man! Now, tell me what happened! And I want details! Details!
This time, there was about a five minute wait before the next text came in, but when it did, it came in three separate messages.
Okay, so-England's ranting at me about how much America hates him and shit, and I can tell he's pretty drunk, so, remember that thing you said I should do when he gets drunk? Well, i've been doing it for years now--I texted America.
So while i'm waiting for Wunderkind to show up, England keeps getting drunker, and just as America walks through the door and within earshot, England grabs my arms and tells me, word-for-word, I swear, this:
"As awesome as you are, I gotta tell you, Prussia--never, ever fall in love! I fell in love, idiot that I am, and look what happened to me--my heart was stomped into tiny little bits and i've been a weepy drunk for hundreds of years for it!" And America heard all of it, then took him home. XD
France read, re-read, and triple-read the long message carefully, committing this juicy new development to memory, all while giggling like a maniac. This had even more potential that the so-called "British Invasion"
Prusse, this is amazing! C'est magnifique! Do you realize what this could mean?
That England will finally replace that stick up his ass with America's dick? Ja, I guess...
Non, non! It is more than that, though by the end of the week I am certain THAT will happen as well...But think of the passion! The l'amour! The awkward blushing and stuttering!
XD I may have to sneak into the meeting...what do you think the kid will do, now that he knows?
Hmm...somehow, I think that Amerique is not quite aware that it is he that England is enamoured of--otherwise, our hyperactive "hero" would have made a move by now...for I am sure that Amerique has been pining away for Angleterre for as long, or longer, than--
the rosbif himself....though I am not sure if Amerique is even aware of his own feelings--it is hard to say...
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Just then, Prussia's text came in, asking France the question he'd been about to ask himself.
Wait, so if the kid doesn't think that England's in love with *him*, who DOES he think England loves?....And what will he do to them? XD
France grinned, typing back a reply.
And that is the crux of the situation, no? I am certain he has no clue, and will bother everyone he suspects until he asks England himself...which gives us plenty of time to have our fun ;)
Kesese....what exactly did you have in mind?
The French nation's grin was positively evil now.
Here is what we need to do...
Notes:
So, finally done with the setup! Part 3 should have detective!America, trying to find out who broke England's heart... (author!anon hopes OP doesn't mind that I'm straying from the prompt a little... But never fear, for there WILL be angst and fluff galore...)
As always, constructive criticism and praise is always welcome!
(Also, you have NO IDEA how hard it was for me to NOT have France call Prussia "you silly kah-niggit!" (knight, for those of you who are unfamiliar with a certain troupe of comedic Britons...) )
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Looking forward to more!
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Don't worry, the cold war refernce was clear, I even understood it, but I must confess, I was in a hurry when I wrote the review :P The fact still remains, talking about it as a staring contest was funny :P
About the update, it's full of little epic moments, I so love the small details you use to carachterize every nation! For example, why France is a light sleeper LOL Or the relationship between Prussia and America. I never red a story where this subject was at least hinted. I may have missed it, I don't know, but it was a nice surprise and also so very inspiring, as in now I want to write/read about this topic so badly!
And why I find Prussia and France gossipping via text messages so cute? You tease, you ended the chapter in a crucial moment XD I want to know France's plan! Oh, and I'm also eager for the angst-fluff galore, I know it'll be epic!
Just one more thing, please post the update on the fill list, so we don't miss it, it'd be a shame <3 And people use to include also a link to the last part, so it's easier for the readers to tell the update apart from older chapters :)
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OK, Good! Obviously, this is unbeta'd, and I sometimes have a tendency to assume the readers know what I was thinking of in my head but not actually write it down ;u; And don't worry--i'm more impressed that you were in a hurry and bothered to write a review at all (and such a nice one, too!)
Anyway, first!anon, I too, have wondered why there is so little Prussia and America interaction in any stories i've read. Personally, I love to write them together, and this is not the only story i'm working on where they do. I mean, their personalities are fairly similar, they've fought with and against each other IRL, AND a lot of people who ship USUKUS also ship PruCan, which should mean they'd be fairly acquainted with each other, and yet, they rarely are, especially in a non-AU setting...
Speaking of PruCan (and I know i'm getting a little off topic here...) this story may possibly have hints of that in here (I also like Canada and Prussia with other nations, unlike USUK, so if anyone has any serious objections to hints of that pairing, I will listen, but not if it's "OHEMGEE liek PruCan SUX!!1!! RussPruss and Franada FOH-EH-VAH!" (I like Franada okay....RussPruss....not so much...but, I digress) I leave other pairing hints if it really bothers some people (i'm actually saving up plot bunnies to do a more historical PruCan story, something along the lines of "The First Time He Heard Him Speak", showing Prussia's brief brushes with Canada up until WWII when they finally meet on the battlefield....I will do that after I finish this, though (and as soon as i've completed this, i'll deanon, I think...)
tl;dr: PruCan hints y/n?
ANYWAY, back to your actual review :'D (sorry) Go for it! Write your own America + Prussia story! the most i've seen other writers do is have them play X-Box live together XD
Onhonhonhon~ You will find out their plan by seeing it in action, my lovelies.....and perhaps a flashback...
Oh, okay, thanks for the tip! I don't want to confuse my readers any more than I already am
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