Antihumanism [2/?]
anonymous
June 1 2009, 17:07:53 UTC
Alfred’s breathe caught when he realized what he would be subjected to at the next meeting. He couldn’t face it. Not it this sorry state.
He slept horribly that night.
…
When he awoke, his eyelids heavy and almost stuck together, most likely from crying in his sleep. When he looked at himself in the mirror the words ‘sorry state’ couldn’t even begin to describe his appearance. Blonde hair stuck to his skull, red and slightly puffed cheeks below his heavy lids, and a line of spittle trailing down his chin and neck.
Today was starting out beautifully.
He washed his face as best he could and brushed his teeth, hoping to get rid of more than just the taste of plaque from his mouth. Alfred dressed as best he could with what clean clothes were left in his messy closet
He nodded to the doorman, who gave a skeptical smile back, and made his way down the sidewalk to wear his car was waiting, the chauffer waiting next to an open door.
“How are you today Mr. Jones.”
Alfred snorted “Been better.”
He stared through the tinted window the whole trip there. …
England caught him by the wrist before he had a chance to enter the meeting room. Alfred didn’t want to turn around and face him, but Arthur gave him no choice as he spun him around.
“You look positively retched.” Arthur’s nose crinkled a bit.
“Thanks for your vote of confidence.”
The Brit looked at his shoes. “Sorry, I-“ Alfred cut him off before he could finish his apology with an undertone of desperation in his voice.
“I need help. I can’t do this myself.
“I know, but…” Arthur passed, trying to think of words that wouldn’t sting. “There are some things you have to do yourself. The rest of the world has their own problems as well.” Arthur gave a weak smile.
Romano sneered as he walked by the couple and grew an angry red when England told him to sod off. The American watched the furious Italian walk away and turned back to face an angry Englishman
“It’s always nice to see that there are still those who have time on their hands to meddle in other’s business.”
...
This is full of angst, angst, angst. :] Hope you guys enjoy so far.
Re: Antihumanism [2/?]
anonymous
June 1 2009, 18:00:17 UTC
I love the angst, angst, angst. xP And I feel really bad for Alfred right now. D: My own father voted yes on 8 and I was just...just...livid. T_T Alfred's right. When that...that...THING was upheld, America stopped being a free country. Anyways, looking forward to more! ^_^
Re: Antihumanism [2/?]
anonymous
June 2 2009, 12:53:44 UTC
Oh man ;___;<3 I love this, prop 8 being upheld pissed me off(not that it matters to me much, I'm straight), but I don't see what's so wrong with people loving who that naturally love. Stupid people too scared to admit it.
Re: Antihumanism [2/?]
anonymous
June 2 2009, 15:44:34 UTC
Thanks so much for filling this writer!anon :"D I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply sooner, I've been stuck in bed with a fever and cold after working all weekend. This is going wonderfully so far, I really like it :'3 I'll be F5ing for the next couple of days for more ♥ ♥ ~
Re: Antihumanism [2/?]
anonymous
June 2 2009, 20:00:38 UTC
I like it ;^; I can't wait for the next one.
I'm upset about it too even though i expected that. I mean, Religion has no place in American politics. There's a fight going on in my state about legalizing Gay Marriage. My Mayor is very supportive of it even though he's a independent/republican(odd right? not as odd as Cheney supporting it too.), he helped with the march in Albany, NY with a few of celebrities and Maya Angelou. I hope that my state legalize it, it would be symbolic since the modern gay rights movement really kicked off in my state and in my city(The Stonewall riots).
Antihumanism [3/?]
anonymous
June 3 2009, 01:40:06 UTC
Anon would like to thank the lovely person who helped edit this. Also, anon thinks there won't be too many parts left. :)
America didn’t look anyone in the eyes. He kept all of his ideas to himself, that way there was less to be shot down about, because even though it was his own problem, he knew that he would get shit about it from around the globe.
He stared at the folder in his hands as Germany spoke. Like England had said about himself, he couldn’t concentrate on other’s countries problems right now. He had his own to deal with and why was everything going wrong at the same time?
It was only half of him and Alfred felt as thought he was being ripped apart. Parts of his body felt as thought they were in the wrong place, and every now and then his glasses would become foggy. He wondered if Texas was just fucking with him.
He took them off and rubbed his temples. He didn’t really need them right now anyways.
“Fag.” Someone had coughed. Alfred looked up, but no one looked as though they’d said a thing, so he let it slide. The second time he heard the demeaning phrase he slammed a fist down in the table, but that was as far as his anger went.
“Please! Just let me get through this.”
The room seemed to take on a chill.
…
He couldn’t stop hearing the protests in his head. They’d been continually growing stronger, and his forehead felt as though it was being kicked in and no amount of ibuprofin would quell the noise and angry thumping in his skull.
When the meeting was over he slowly gathered his papers. His body was sore, too sore to move with his usually quickness, and fuck, he thought, I hope getting old doesn’t feel like this. But that was exactly what the problem was doing to him. Aging and dragging the American down.
He arose from his seat only to come face to face with a flustered Ivan.
“You could never do anything right could you? You can’t make proper decisions!” a finger poked his chest. “Don’t tell me how to treat my people or tell me what’s right for them when yours can’t even decide themselves!” Instead of a finger jabbing into his chest again, a large hand was wrapped around his throat. Russia slammed him into the wall and released a gasping America who crumpled to the floor.
Alfred supposed he deserved that.
The Russian wiped the hand that held him onto his coat and walked away.
France sneered at him. “You finally found someone who just might love a connard like you and you fuck it up. You are young, dear, too young. When you choose to do something make sure you can stick to it.” France did have a point, but couldn’t he have picked a better time of stating his views then when Alfred was near the verge of a breakdown, lying against a wall? Then again, Francis always did like to fish in troubled waters.
God, his head hurt so bad.
Alfred lay there for a minute, with his head down, before he heard shuffling near him. He looked up to see an identical face.
Matthew smiled and offered the other blonde his hand.
“I know I’m not the strongest, or the one everyone listens to, but…you’ll get through this.”
By this point Alfred didn’t care if there were any countries left to watch him. As Matthew helped him up, he pulled himself closer to his brother and embraced him.
The other blonde stood still for a moment before wrapping his hands around Alfred’s waist.
“Thanks. It mean’s a lot, you know.”
Matthew blushed a bit. “We’re brothers, it’s what we’re supposed to do. Now come on,” He gave Alfred a small smile. “Let’s get you back to Arthur.”
He slept horribly that night.
…
When he awoke, his eyelids heavy and almost stuck together, most likely from crying in his sleep. When he looked at himself in the mirror the words ‘sorry state’ couldn’t even begin to describe his appearance. Blonde hair stuck to his skull, red and slightly puffed cheeks below his heavy lids, and a line of spittle trailing down his chin and neck.
Today was starting out beautifully.
He washed his face as best he could and brushed his teeth, hoping to get rid of more than just the taste of plaque from his mouth. Alfred dressed as best he could with what clean clothes were left in his messy closet
He nodded to the doorman, who gave a skeptical smile back, and made his way down the sidewalk to wear his car was waiting, the chauffer waiting next to an open door.
“How are you today Mr. Jones.”
Alfred snorted “Been better.”
He stared through the tinted window the whole trip there.
…
England caught him by the wrist before he had a chance to enter the meeting room. Alfred didn’t want to turn around and face him, but Arthur gave him no choice as he spun him around.
“You look positively retched.” Arthur’s nose crinkled a bit.
“Thanks for your vote of confidence.”
The Brit looked at his shoes. “Sorry, I-“ Alfred cut him off before he could finish his apology with an undertone of desperation in his voice.
“I need help. I can’t do this myself.
“I know, but…” Arthur passed, trying to think of words that wouldn’t sting. “There are some things you have to do yourself. The rest of the world has their own problems as well.” Arthur gave a weak smile.
Romano sneered as he walked by the couple and grew an angry red when England told him to sod off. The American watched the furious Italian walk away and turned back to face an angry Englishman
“It’s always nice to see that there are still those who have time on their hands to meddle in other’s business.”
...
This is full of angst, angst, angst. :] Hope you guys enjoy so far.
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Anyways, looking forward to more! ^_^
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I love this, prop 8 being upheld pissed me off(not that it matters to me much, I'm straight), but I don't see what's so wrong with people loving who that naturally love. Stupid people too scared to admit it.
Can't wait for more~!
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I'm upset about it too even though i expected that. I mean, Religion has no place in American politics. There's a fight going on in my state about legalizing Gay Marriage. My Mayor is very supportive of it even though he's a independent/republican(odd right? not as odd as Cheney supporting it too.), he helped with the march in Albany, NY with a few of celebrities and Maya Angelou. I hope that my state legalize it, it would be symbolic since the modern gay rights movement really kicked off in my state and in my city(The Stonewall riots).
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America didn’t look anyone in the eyes. He kept all of his ideas to himself, that way there was less to be shot down about, because even though it was his own problem, he knew that he would get shit about it from around the globe.
He stared at the folder in his hands as Germany spoke. Like England had said about himself, he couldn’t concentrate on other’s countries problems right now. He had his own to deal with and why was everything going wrong at the same time?
It was only half of him and Alfred felt as thought he was being ripped apart. Parts of his body felt as thought they were in the wrong place, and every now and then his glasses would become foggy. He wondered if Texas was just fucking with him.
He took them off and rubbed his temples. He didn’t really need them right now anyways.
“Fag.” Someone had coughed. Alfred looked up, but no one looked as though they’d said a thing, so he let it slide. The second time he heard the demeaning phrase he slammed a fist down in the table, but that was as far as his anger went.
“Please! Just let me get through this.”
The room seemed to take on a chill.
…
He couldn’t stop hearing the protests in his head. They’d been continually growing stronger, and his forehead felt as though it was being kicked in and no amount of ibuprofin would quell the noise and angry thumping in his skull.
When the meeting was over he slowly gathered his papers. His body was sore, too sore to move with his usually quickness, and fuck, he thought, I hope getting old doesn’t feel like this. But that was exactly what the problem was doing to him. Aging and dragging the American down.
He arose from his seat only to come face to face with a flustered Ivan.
“You could never do anything right could you? You can’t make proper decisions!” a finger poked his chest. “Don’t tell me how to treat my people or tell me what’s right for them when yours can’t even decide themselves!” Instead of a finger jabbing into his chest again, a large hand was wrapped around his throat. Russia slammed him into the wall and released a gasping America who crumpled to the floor.
Alfred supposed he deserved that.
The Russian wiped the hand that held him onto his coat and walked away.
France sneered at him. “You finally found someone who just might love a connard like you and you fuck it up. You are young, dear, too young. When you choose to do something make sure you can stick to it.” France did have a point, but couldn’t he have picked a better time of stating his views then when Alfred was near the verge of a breakdown, lying against a wall? Then again, Francis always did like to fish in troubled waters.
God, his head hurt so bad.
Alfred lay there for a minute, with his head down, before he heard shuffling near him. He looked up to see an identical face.
Matthew smiled and offered the other blonde his hand.
“I know I’m not the strongest, or the one everyone listens to, but…you’ll get through this.”
By this point Alfred didn’t care if there were any countries left to watch him. As Matthew helped him up, he pulled himself closer to his brother and embraced him.
The other blonde stood still for a moment before wrapping his hands around Alfred’s waist.
“Thanks. It mean’s a lot, you know.”
Matthew blushed a bit. “We’re brothers, it’s what we’re supposed to do. Now come on,” He gave Alfred a small smile. “Let’s get you back to Arthur.”
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