[sequel] still crazy after all these years (1/?)
anonymous
May 6 2009, 04:02:24 UTC
Still Crazy After All These Years - part one
By the time the kettle whistles, Arthur has finished the washing up from supper. He sets it on the tray with the cups and biscuits and carries it into the lounge, wondering what he'll find. Since Arthur declined help in the kitchen, his guest has been left to his own devices all this while and Arthur can only imagine what Alfred has got up to. When he'd shown off his new mobile earlier, he'd seemed disappointed with Arthur's lack of exuberance; perhaps Alfred was texting with someone of more electronically-sympathetic orientation, like Kiku.
Upon reaching the open arch into the lounge, though, he sees Alfred bent over something on the coffee table. As Alfred sits back, Arthur recognizes it as a memorabilia box. A very specific memorabilia box. He pauses in the archway, watching with a smile as Alfred takes out another item from the box.
Then, lest Alfred turn and catch him hovering like this, Arthur gives a light cough and enters the room. Alfred glances up with a smile. "I didn't know you kept all this." He gestures expansively with the hand holding a piece of parchment to include all the things he's taken out of the box, as well as the box itself.
Setting down the tray, Arthur sits beside Alfred on the sofa. He takes the parchment from Alfred and smiles in fond remembrance at the creature inked scratchily upon it. The quill had been ruined in service of this picture before Arthur had used it even once. Made from the feather of a black swan, the quill had been expensive and at the time Arthur had been angry; now, he wouldn't trade this drawing for the finest painting in the finest museum in Europe.
"Do you think it's a dog?"
Arthur turns to see Alfred's brow knit in concentration as he peers over Arthur's shoulder at the picture. "Horse," he says. "My horse."
"Really?" Alfred doesn't look entirely convinced.
Arthur smiles again. "I recall it very well."
Alfred makes a noncommital sound. Then he points at the shape next to the horse. "Tree?"
Arthur's laughter comes out a snort. "That's me."
"You?" Alfred's nose wrinkles. "Boy, I was a terrible artist, wasn't I? Even for a kid."
Keeping his opinion to himself, Arthur sets the parchment down and leans forward to pour the tea. "Why were you surprised I kept it? Do you think me so unsentimental?"
Alfred shrugs. "I thought maybe you threw out everything when I. You know." Another shrug. "Left." Despite his obvious discomfort, Alfred doesn't look away, as direct and unflinching as ever.
"Certainly not," Arthur says. Then hesitantly he asks, "Is that what you did with everything?" He hands the parchment back to Alfred and fills the other teacup. Despite the sudden and unpleasant tightness in his chest, Arthur puts on a smile and tries for lightness. "Did you chuck more than my tea into that Boston Harbour of yours?"
Alfred doesn't smile. "No. Just the tea, mostly." He doesn't elaborate on the "mostly" and Arthur lets it alone. He picks up the near teacup and takes a sip, even though he knows it's still too hot.
Expression till serious, Alfred looks down at the picture in his hands. "I have a lot of good memories, you know. Of you, I mean."
On the verge of another sip, Arthur pauses. "Do you?"
"Yeah." And now Alfred grins. "A lot of them. Some of them are mixed up in my head and I get them wrong-kind of like thinking that horse was a dog, I guess. Like the other day, Matt and I were talking about when we were little and I said I remembered you nursing me."
The teacup trembles in Arthur's hand, threatening to spill. He lowers it, balancing it on his thigh, using both hands to hold it steady. He can feel the heated porcelain through the fabric of his trousers, but he doesn't flinch from it.
Trading the parchment for a biscuit, Alfred goes on blithely, "Matt said that was stupid. I mean, he said it nicer than that-you know Matt. But he said guys can't do that. Nurse babies. I don't know, I guess I thought maybe it's different for us Nations?" He pops the biscuit into his mouth and glances at Arthur, who remains silent. "But yeah," Alfred swallows the biscuit, "it doesn't really make sense, that memory." He reaches into the box and pulls out a miniature soldier. "I like it anyhow, though."
Re: handbasket!anon here
anonymous
May 6 2009, 05:06:33 UTC
Yes, author!anon is a liar and a whore, apparently, because I take such pleasure in the comments and once the idea of a sequel with an older Alfred was put in my head, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about it...
AH. NOTHING. YOU SAW NOTHING. THIS WAS TOTALLY ANON THIS WHOLE TIME.
anonymous
May 6 2009, 05:11:17 UTC
Sorry. This is marriage-anon from before and I'm kind of banking on the fact that this is all anonymous. I had a bit of a fail and had to try this comment again. (though I sort of already established myself as a shotacon, at least within this fandom...)
Alfred's last line. Is gold.
If you can find a way to finish this, I will be the happiest little pervert on the planet, marriage or no marriage. (Although I hear polygamy is legal if you're only married via the internet. XD)
For now, have another internet. And some butterflies, and cookies, and my unyielding gratitude. This has rocketed to the top of my favorite-stories-in-all-of-hetalia list in no time flat.
Re: AH. NOTHING. YOU SAW NOTHING. THIS WAS TOTALLY ANON THIS WHOLE TIME.
anonymous
May 6 2009, 05:15:45 UTC
Author!anon really didn't see anything (I must have been replying to your other comment at the time?), so no worries!
This will definitely be finished. There's a complete draft in my notebook; I'm revising as I type it in. Part two should go up within the hour, and if I don't manage to get the rest up tonight, it'll be up tomorrow.
Thank you for reading and for your comments which are made of love. ♥
Re: [sequel] still crazy after all these years (1/?)
anonymous
May 6 2009, 05:50:36 UTC
Anon just found this and loves it! SO glad you're doing a sequel writer!anon. Can't wait for more.
though technically males can nurse, and I recall hearing that if they nurse long enough they eventually are able to start producing milk too... but that's besides the point :D
Re: [sequel] still crazy after all these years (1/?)
anonymous
May 6 2009, 05:59:37 UTC
Author!anon is very pleased you enjoyed this, and thanks you for reading!
I'm using the term "nursing" here to mean breastfeeding, which I think requires lactation. While human males do have mammary glands, I don't believe they are able to produce milk naturally (that is, without medication/hormonal stimulus). I felt like the narrative might have gotten derailed if I'd tried to include a conversation about the nuances, so I stuck with "can't." ;)
If you do find something reliable that says males can produce milk naturally, please point me to it--I may have a request for this kinkmeme once the freeze is lifted! Or, hell, I can always request it with the hormonal stimulus.
By the time the kettle whistles, Arthur has finished the washing up from supper. He sets it on the tray with the cups and biscuits and carries it into the lounge, wondering what he'll find. Since Arthur declined help in the kitchen, his guest has been left to his own devices all this while and Arthur can only imagine what Alfred has got up to. When he'd shown off his new mobile earlier, he'd seemed disappointed with Arthur's lack of exuberance; perhaps Alfred was texting with someone of more electronically-sympathetic orientation, like Kiku.
Upon reaching the open arch into the lounge, though, he sees Alfred bent over something on the coffee table. As Alfred sits back, Arthur recognizes it as a memorabilia box. A very specific memorabilia box. He pauses in the archway, watching with a smile as Alfred takes out another item from the box.
Then, lest Alfred turn and catch him hovering like this, Arthur gives a light cough and enters the room. Alfred glances up with a smile. "I didn't know you kept all this." He gestures expansively with the hand holding a piece of parchment to include all the things he's taken out of the box, as well as the box itself.
Setting down the tray, Arthur sits beside Alfred on the sofa. He takes the parchment from Alfred and smiles in fond remembrance at the creature inked scratchily upon it. The quill had been ruined in service of this picture before Arthur had used it even once. Made from the feather of a black swan, the quill had been expensive and at the time Arthur had been angry; now, he wouldn't trade this drawing for the finest painting in the finest museum in Europe.
"Do you think it's a dog?"
Arthur turns to see Alfred's brow knit in concentration as he peers over Arthur's shoulder at the picture. "Horse," he says. "My horse."
"Really?" Alfred doesn't look entirely convinced.
Arthur smiles again. "I recall it very well."
Alfred makes a noncommital sound. Then he points at the shape next to the horse. "Tree?"
Arthur's laughter comes out a snort. "That's me."
"You?" Alfred's nose wrinkles. "Boy, I was a terrible artist, wasn't I? Even for a kid."
Keeping his opinion to himself, Arthur sets the parchment down and leans forward to pour the tea. "Why were you surprised I kept it? Do you think me so unsentimental?"
Alfred shrugs. "I thought maybe you threw out everything when I. You know." Another shrug. "Left."
Despite his obvious discomfort, Alfred doesn't look away, as direct and unflinching as ever.
"Certainly not," Arthur says. Then hesitantly he asks, "Is that what you did with everything?" He hands the parchment back to Alfred and fills the other teacup. Despite the sudden and unpleasant tightness in his chest, Arthur puts on a smile and tries for lightness. "Did you chuck more than my tea into that Boston Harbour of yours?"
Alfred doesn't smile. "No. Just the tea, mostly." He doesn't elaborate on the "mostly" and Arthur lets it alone. He picks up the near teacup and takes a sip, even though he knows it's still too hot.
Expression till serious, Alfred looks down at the picture in his hands. "I have a lot of good memories, you know. Of you, I mean."
On the verge of another sip, Arthur pauses. "Do you?"
"Yeah." And now Alfred grins. "A lot of them. Some of them are mixed up in my head and I get them wrong-kind of like thinking that horse was a dog, I guess. Like the other day, Matt and I were talking about when we were little and I said I remembered you nursing me."
The teacup trembles in Arthur's hand, threatening to spill. He lowers it, balancing it on his thigh, using both hands to hold it steady. He can feel the heated porcelain through the fabric of his trousers, but he doesn't flinch from it.
Trading the parchment for a biscuit, Alfred goes on blithely, "Matt said that was stupid. I mean, he said it nicer than that-you know Matt. But he said guys can't do that. Nurse babies. I don't know, I guess I thought maybe it's different for us Nations?" He pops the biscuit into his mouth and glances at Arthur, who remains silent. "But yeah," Alfred swallows the biscuit, "it doesn't really make sense, that memory." He reaches into the box and pulls out a miniature soldier. "I like it anyhow, though."
tbc...
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(and er, no, I wasn't exactly traumatized last time. Just actually turned on. Dear God. I never thought that would be such a turn on. Ahahahaha.)
Alfred's last line just blew my mind away. :D
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Almost done with part two. Thank you for reading!
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Alfred's last line. Is gold.
If you can find a way to finish this, I will be the happiest little pervert on the planet, marriage or no marriage. (Although I hear polygamy is legal if you're only married via the internet. XD)
For now, have another internet. And some butterflies, and cookies, and my unyielding gratitude. This has rocketed to the top of my favorite-stories-in-all-of-hetalia list in no time flat.
Thank you.
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This will definitely be finished. There's a complete draft in my notebook; I'm revising as I type it in. Part two should go up within the hour, and if I don't manage to get the rest up tonight, it'll be up tomorrow.
Thank you for reading and for your comments which are made of love. ♥
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though technically males can nurse, and I recall hearing that if they nurse long enough they eventually are able to start producing milk too... but that's besides the point :D
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I'm using the term "nursing" here to mean breastfeeding, which I think requires lactation. While human males do have mammary glands, I don't believe they are able to produce milk naturally (that is, without medication/hormonal stimulus). I felt like the narrative might have gotten derailed if I'd tried to include a conversation about the nuances, so I stuck with "can't." ;)
If you do find something reliable that says males can produce milk naturally, please point me to it--I may have a request for this kinkmeme once the freeze is lifted! Or, hell, I can always request it with the hormonal stimulus.
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THE PLOT THICKENS!
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THE PLOT THICKENS!
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