No Longer Broken [3b/?]
anonymous
December 8 2011, 03:54:32 UTC
After a few more minutes of quiet contempation, America finally pulled down the long, dirt road that led to England's home in the countryside, just outside of London. He parked behind England's old, well-used Esprit and unbuckled both himself and England, then got out of the car. He moved around to England's side and opened the door, careful not to let the sleeping man tumble out on the ground. After scooping the Englishman up and back over his shouder, he bumped his hip into the door to close it, then walked up to England's front door.
Carefully, with one hand holding England steady behind his knees, America used his other hand to dig around in his jacket pocket for the spare key to England's house that he'd secretly had made after the fifth time he'd been called on to drag the Briton home. Finally grasping it, he quickly opened the door, shivering a bit--it was getting close to winter, unfortunately.
The inside of England's home didn't feel much better, honestly. He shivered again, clutching the body of England a little bit closer to himself--for warmth. America sighed, a little wistfully. The house was tidy to the point of compulsiveness, as usual, but still freezing. No wonder England always wore so many layers of clothing, if he was going to be stingy with the heat. America smiled fondly.
He's such an old man, sometimes.
He carried the Briton up the stairs to his bedroom and laid him carefully down on the bed, then began to work his shoes off his feet. He placed the shoes neatly just underneath the bed, then worked the covers out from under England, tucking the smaller man underneath the heavy layers of cloth. Grabbing the empty glass from his bedside table, America ran over to the adjacent bathroom and filled it up with tap water, then came back to England. He sat him half way up with one arm, wrapping it around his body so his hand could pinch the sleeping man's nose shut. After a few seconds, England's mouth fell open, and America carefully got him to swallow the entire glass, then a second. Satisfied that his hangover wouldn't be quite as bad as it could have been come morning, America settled England back into bed and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, though, at the doorway. Just thinking, and watching England sleep.
Don't worry, England. I'm going to figure this out, and then everything...everything will be fine.
As he made the long trip back to his hotel, the time of night began to catch up with him, and he had to periodically move Texas out of the way to rub at his eyes. Normally, he would have turned on some music to keep himself awake, or at least grabbed some coffee, but he'd left his iPod back at the hotel, and, given where he was, he didn't think he'd be able to find any 24 hour coffee places anyway.
At any rate, he had other things to worry about--like coming up with a plan of action. By the time he finally arrived back at his room and crashed onto his bed, he thought he had the outline of it down.
Okay, so....before I do anything else, first I need to figure out who it was that broke his heart. Can't ask England outright--he'd hem and haw and deny everything. So, i've gotta....ask someone else? Someone close to him? Maybe France....but wait. What if HE's the one who broke his heart? England always acts like he hates him.....but if France broke his heart, wouldn't England love him? Or would he still hate him? GAH. I don't even know.....maybe I should just make a list of everyone who's ever been close to England--then just check off nations until I find the guilty one--yeah, that sounds....awesome.....
Slowly, America curled into the warmth of the flowery hotel blankets, still fully clothed--he'd been too tired to bother with getting dressed in his pajamas. When he was only half-conscious, a somewhat-morbid thought occurred to him.
I wonder......how much it hurts....to have your heart broken?......never happened to me before...
When he woke up the next morning, he would have no recollection of his dreams--of a boy, waiting day after day on the docks, sorrow lacing his soul every night that His ship hadn't come into harbour, and of a man, kneeling in the mud, crying in the rain.
Re: No Longer Broken [3b/?]
anonymous
December 8 2011, 17:08:37 UTC
OMG America, how can you be so clueless? It's very sweet how he's taking care of England and how he's planning on avenging him. The funny thing is, he's basically plotting against himself LOL! I so look forward for him to se the truth! The fangirl in me wishes America didn't go to sleep at the hotel, but since I really like how this story is going on, I'm really not complaining :) And the dreams...They made me so sad because they're so true >.<
Also I loved the historical hints, as tiny as they are...I'm such a nerd :P And how America was protective over England even back then. You can make my heart ache (in a very good way!) with only a few words, anon <3
Thank you for providing the link to another interesting story, the one on FF.net, I'll definitely give it a try as soon as I've a little time :) And yes, I always knew Canada was badass! That's why I like him. He only choices to be quiet, but he's so very far from being helpless!
Re: No Longer Broken [3b/?]
anonymous
December 9 2011, 01:46:30 UTC
Not clueless, just super-repressed and socially awkward XD
@ this: "he's basically plotting against himself" And that m'dear, is what we in the business call "Dramatic Irony" (slightly different than situational irony, cosmic irony, and fate's-being-a-douche-again irony)
And don't worry about England and America sharing a bed... all in due time...
Yes, America tends to ignore/purposely forget unpleasant things when it suits him--like his own heartbreak over England D:
Thank you for all of the lovely stalking praise, First/Stalker!anon! (which name do you prefer, btw?)
GUESS WHO :D
anonymous
December 11 2011, 15:35:02 UTC
Hence forth, the one-day awaited long-awaited comment!
Ahaha this is absolutely adorable ❤ but that little cliffhanger is heartbreaking!
Ohhh America and your obliviousness. I will never, ever get tired of such a dynamic. But I'm hoping the ending is a happy one, though! ❤
You already know my opinion on how the fandom characterises dear England but I think it works here. ❤ (The overt drunkeness, that is.) I'm glad he's sort of tolerable rather than a tsundere ball of crazy.
Your prose is excellent, too. (shame it's not quite as good as Moby Dick, but of course nothing can reach that height of literary excellence, for we are nothing more than mere mortals)
I think, though, that this is my favourite line: He remembered the 70's briefly, and shuddered. HAAAA. I know how he feels.
Nah, I'm kidding, my favourite bit is as follows:
Maybe France....but wait. What if HE's the one who broke his heart? England always acts like he hates him.....but if France broke his heart, wouldn't England love him? Or would he still hate him? GAH. I don't even know
BRB PMSL. America's thought process never ceases to amaze.
But this comes a close second:
How long was hundreds of years, considering it was England? America wasn't entirely sure just how old the Island nation was, but he remembered England once telling him stories about being forced to live at Rome's house--and that dude was ancient--literally.
Daddy issues
I... really like this ❤ Haaa I wish I could word my praise better, but rest assured, THIS FIC IS WONDERFUL ❤ ❤ ❤ I'll be following it from now on.
Re: GUESS WHO :D
anonymous
December 11 2011, 23:19:03 UTC
AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING
I know, i'm evil, aren't I? :DDD
(But I AM Alfredian American--SO OF COURSE IT'LL BE A HAPPY ENDING :D )
Oh, yes, he's only like that when drunk--he's still very much in control of his emotions when sober (except maybe when France and America are involved...)
I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN A STUPID ALBINO WHALE! DDD:
I am glad I was not alive in the 70s. So, so glad.....
Lol that was pretty much stream of consciousness writing, actually...As i've said before, France and England's relationship is complicated....
I wonder how many people will be scrolling back up when they read this to try and figure out what we're talking about?
Carefully, with one hand holding England steady behind his knees, America used his other hand to dig around in his jacket pocket for the spare key to England's house that he'd secretly had made after the fifth time he'd been called on to drag the Briton home. Finally grasping it, he quickly opened the door, shivering a bit--it was getting close to winter, unfortunately.
The inside of England's home didn't feel much better, honestly. He shivered again, clutching the body of England a little bit closer to himself--for warmth. America sighed, a little wistfully. The house was tidy to the point of compulsiveness, as usual, but still freezing. No wonder England always wore so many layers of clothing, if he was going to be stingy with the heat. America smiled fondly.
He's such an old man, sometimes.
He carried the Briton up the stairs to his bedroom and laid him carefully down on the bed, then began to work his shoes off his feet. He placed the shoes neatly just underneath the bed, then worked the covers out from under England, tucking the smaller man underneath the heavy layers of cloth. Grabbing the empty glass from his bedside table, America ran over to the adjacent bathroom and filled it up with tap water, then came back to England. He sat him half way up with one arm, wrapping it around his body so his hand could pinch the sleeping man's nose shut. After a few seconds, England's mouth fell open, and America carefully got him to swallow the entire glass, then a second. Satisfied that his hangover wouldn't be quite as bad as it could have been come morning, America settled England back into bed and turned to leave. He paused for a moment, though, at the doorway. Just thinking, and watching England sleep.
Don't worry, England. I'm going to figure this out, and then everything...everything will be fine.
As he made the long trip back to his hotel, the time of night began to catch up with him, and he had to periodically move Texas out of the way to rub at his eyes. Normally, he would have turned on some music to keep himself awake, or at least grabbed some coffee, but he'd left his iPod back at the hotel, and, given where he was, he didn't think he'd be able to find any 24 hour coffee places anyway.
At any rate, he had other things to worry about--like coming up with a plan of action. By the time he finally arrived back at his room and crashed onto his bed, he thought he had the outline of it down.
Okay, so....before I do anything else, first I need to figure out who it was that broke his heart. Can't ask England outright--he'd hem and haw and deny everything. So, i've gotta....ask someone else? Someone close to him? Maybe France....but wait. What if HE's the one who broke his heart? England always acts like he hates him.....but if France broke his heart, wouldn't England love him? Or would he still hate him? GAH. I don't even know.....maybe I should just make a list of everyone who's ever been close to England--then just check off nations until I find the guilty one--yeah, that sounds....awesome.....
Slowly, America curled into the warmth of the flowery hotel blankets, still fully clothed--he'd been too tired to bother with getting dressed in his pajamas. When he was only half-conscious, a somewhat-morbid thought occurred to him.
I wonder......how much it hurts....to have your heart broken?......never happened to me before...
When he woke up the next morning, he would have no recollection of his dreams--of a boy, waiting day after day on the docks, sorrow lacing his soul every night that His ship hadn't come into harbour, and of a man, kneeling in the mud, crying in the rain.
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And the dreams...They made me so sad because they're so true >.<
Also I loved the historical hints, as tiny as they are...I'm such a nerd :P And how America was protective over England even back then. You can make my heart ache (in a very good way!) with only a few words, anon <3
Thank you for providing the link to another interesting story, the one on FF.net, I'll definitely give it a try as soon as I've a little time :)
And yes, I always knew Canada was badass! That's why I like him. He only choices to be quiet, but he's so very far from being helpless!
Well now, keep up the good work, Anon!
Sincerely, Your Stalker ;D
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@ this: "he's basically plotting against himself" And that m'dear, is what we in the business call "Dramatic Irony" (slightly different than situational irony, cosmic irony, and fate's-being-a-douche-again irony)
And don't worry about England and America sharing a bed... all in due time...
Yes, America tends to ignore/purposely forget unpleasant things when it suits him--like his own heartbreak over England D:
Thank you for all of the lovely stalking praise, First/Stalker!anon! (which name do you prefer, btw?)
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Ahaha this is absolutely adorable ❤ but that little cliffhanger is heartbreaking!
Ohhh America and your obliviousness. I will never, ever get tired of such a dynamic. But I'm hoping the ending is a happy one, though! ❤
You already know my opinion on how the fandom characterises dear England but I think it works here. ❤ (The overt drunkeness, that is.) I'm glad he's sort of tolerable rather than a tsundere ball of crazy.
Your prose is excellent, too. (shame it's not quite as good as Moby Dick, but of course nothing can reach that height of literary excellence, for we are nothing more than mere mortals)
I think, though, that this is my favourite line: He remembered the 70's briefly, and shuddered. HAAAA. I know how he feels.
Nah, I'm kidding, my favourite bit is as follows:
Maybe France....but wait. What if HE's the one who broke his heart? England always acts like he hates him.....but if France broke his heart, wouldn't England love him? Or would he still hate him? GAH. I don't even know
BRB PMSL. America's thought process never ceases to amaze.
But this comes a close second:
How long was hundreds of years, considering it was England? America wasn't entirely sure just how old the Island nation was, but he remembered England once telling him stories about being forced to live at Rome's house--and that dude was ancient--literally.
Daddy issues
I... really like this ❤ Haaa I wish I could word my praise better, but rest assured, THIS FIC IS WONDERFUL ❤ ❤ ❤ I'll be following it from now on.
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I know, i'm evil, aren't I? :DDD
(But I AM Alfredian American--SO OF COURSE IT'LL BE A HAPPY ENDING :D )
Oh, yes, he's only like that when drunk--he's still very much in control of his emotions when sober (except maybe when France and America are involved...)
I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN A STUPID ALBINO WHALE! DDD:
I am glad I was not alive in the 70s. So, so glad.....
Lol that was pretty much stream of consciousness writing, actually...As i've said before, France and England's relationship is complicated....
I wonder how many people will be scrolling back up when they read this to try and figure out what we're talking about?
Also, lol, wigwams? Oh, captcha....
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