Re: Hollywood Horror 19/?
anonymous
July 4 2009, 03:14:33 UTC
“Alright, Al, I thought we went over this. There are no ghosts in the hotel. Or demons. Or anything else for that matter, except us invited nations and maybe Natalia.”
“Natalia?”
“I saw her wandering the halls with a knife before. But you know how she is. She wouldn’t hurt you unless you got between her and Ivan. Which I hope you’re smart enough not to do?”
Alfred nodded.
“Oh, and there’s Prussia too. But he’s not a ghost. Not yet, anyways. So you really have nothing to be scared of.”
Alfred gave him a disbelieving look.
“Alright, you know the story that you mentioned? The one Ivan told you? Well, in that story, the curse only lasted for three nights, eh? So you just have to be ok tonight, and you won’t have to be scared anymore.”
Mat looked down at his brother with a pleading look.
“And what about tonight?”, muttered Alfred.
“Well…”, Matthew nibbled on his bottom lip in thought, curl bobbing quite adorably. “I suppose you could stay here tonight. Ok?”
Alfred was about to protest that the quiet Canadian wouldn’t be much help when fighting a monster, but the hopeful look Mat was giving him made him swallow the words.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d be okay here?
“A-Alright.”, muttered Alfred, smiling weakly at his brother. Matthew immediately broke into a grin and moved to sit beside Alfred. Ow. Ow, he could feel his legs again, now that the Canadian had gotten off, and the pinprick feeling was nasty.
“Just don’t try to run away, eh? Kumajirou will guard the door.”
“Heroes don’t run away.”, mumbled Alfred, kicking off his sneakers.
Matthew’s answer was muffled as he pulled off his hoodie. Grabbing the maple leaf patterned blanket from the foot of the bed, he covered both of them with it, pulling Alfred into a loose hug at the same time.
“…”
“…”
“…. Mat…”
“What?”
“That’s awkward.”
“…Shut up, eh?”
“…”
“…Mat?”
“What?!”
“You’re not gonna fall asleep before me, are you?”
Re: Hollywood Horror 20/?
anonymous
July 4 2009, 03:16:07 UTC
Wednesday dawned in the Pyrenees, early summer breeze filtering into the room. Shivering, Alfred scooted closer to the warmth in front of him, snuggling closer until he felt it shift.
Wait, what?
Eyes snapping open, he was greeted by the sight of a sleeping Canadian, blonde hair tousled and breath steady, arms secured firmly around Al’s waist.
“…erm… Mat…”
Silence.
“Mat, wake up.”
The Canadian snuggled closer, giving a soft, sleepy whine.
“Mat, seriously. Wake up!”
Alfred reached up and gave Matthew a shake. Which had no effect. Alright, time for drastic measures.
Reaching for the Canadian’s curl, Alfred grasped tightly and gave it a sharp tug. This time, the Canadian’s eyes snapped open, as the boy sat up suddenly, confused and blushing like mad.
His brother was so strange sometimes, Al thought.
“You’re awake, finally! I was starting to get worried”, Alfred teased, free to move around now that Matthew had let go of him.
“Why’d you tug my hair?!”, the younger boy complained, sending him a sleepy glare, “I asked you not to do that!”
“You’re so weird, Mattie. It’s just hair.”
“Yeah, well, don’t, eh?”, the Canadian mumbled, looking away.
“Alright, alright. Anything you say, Mattie”, grinned Alfred.
“Do you want breakfast?”, asked Matthew, yawning and stretching.
“Are you going to make it?”
“…Sure, why not. Do you want pancakes?”
“Of course I do”
As Matthew crawled over to the nightstand to retrieve his glasses and Alfred didn’t stare at the mountains of British Columbia, he didn’t, because that was more awkward than the hug before, the American realized that today was the best he’d felt in a long time. He hadn’t been mauled, eaten or anything of the sort, and if what Mat said was true than he was safe now that three nights were past.
He was safe so… maybe Arthur was right about the fairies?
Naah.
“Hey, Mat, I’ll race you to the kitchen!”, laughed Alfred, already taking off towards the door, ignoring the cry of “No fair!” behind him.
Re: Hollywood Horror 21/21
anonymous
July 4 2009, 03:19:00 UTC
WEDNESDAY
The door to the conference room slammed open and nine heads turned to see Natalia, clutching a piece of Ivan’s scarf and looking around the room with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
“Has anyone seen my brother?”, she inquired curtly, gaze roving over the room.
“Nope, sorry”, grinned America from his seat, giving her a hero smile. Arthur rolled his eyes and sipped his Earl Gray, exchanging an exasperated look with Ludwig.
“Very well then”. With a flutter of skirts, Natalia was gone.
A few minutes past.
“I think it’s safe to come out now.”, offered Canada.
With a lot of scuffling, Ivan emerged from underneath the table, exhaustion written on his face.
“So you actually stayed there for over a day?”, asked England incredulously, amusement evident in his tone.
“Next time, I vill be organizing guards and defence, da?”, answered Ivan darkly, taking a swing from his nearly empty vodka bottle and collapsing into a chair.
“That is quite the feat-aru!”
The nations all jumped in surprise and turned towards the door to see a smiling China walking in, Shinatty-chan cellphone in hand.
“Where exactly have you been?”, asked Ludwig tensely, massaging his temples.
“Me? I went to town to get another power cord- aru. Then I noticed there was no Chinatown for miles, which made me think about how nice it would be to have dumplings readily available-aru!”, grinned Yao, sauntering over to the table.
“And then…you went to another Chinatown?”, Francis inquired hopefully.
“Nope. I made one right there-aru!”, answered China happily, sliding a brochure across the table.
America smiled as Francis paled a little and picked up the piece of paper with the very tips of his fingers, considering the new attraction with a look of deep mistrust. England snickered, France glared back, and soon the two were in a heated argument over nothing. Ludwig moved to intervene, but found himself held back by the sleepy Italian draped across his lap. Romano started yelling at the German, barely restrained by a smiling Spain. Switzerland cocked his gun menacingly while China just stared.
Exchanging a smile with Mat, Alfred decided that things were exactly as they should be.
‘And the Hero lived happily ever after’, Al narrated in his head. ___________ Sorry for the lame ending, anon ran out of steam. Nevertheless, anon is done! *dances in glee* She will now prance off to find more requests to fill...tomorrow. Thank you, wonderful anon who commented. <3
Re: Hollywood Horror 21/21
anonymous
July 4 2009, 03:33:52 UTC
Reviewer!anon is sad to see that it's over, but I really really enjoyed the fill. It was funny, cute, and I loved all of the character interactions. I didn't think the ending was lame one bit. And I loved Matthew's and Alfred's brotherly interactions <3 They really do care about each other :D
...this anon was wondering if you'd de-anon with this fic so she can add it to her memories and easily link it to people who aren't fans of the kink meme? It's fine if you don't want to, though ♥
Also! “Do you even know what you look like? Any more ‘not sleeping’ and the bags under your eyes will smother New Jersey." How did you know I was a New Jersey!anon who would love a shout out to her state? XD
Re: Hollywood Horror 21/21
anonymous
July 4 2009, 07:32:14 UTC
Haha, this is hilarious! I loved this fill anon! Lame is not the word to describe it. The way that Alfred mistook everything for "something" and believed Ivan's (made-up) tales of the Viy. You managed to get every character in with their flairs to add to the story! I loved Francis writing the note in lipstick. Brilliant :D And the moment with Alfred and Matt was so sweet~
“Natalia?”
“I saw her wandering the halls with a knife before. But you know how she is. She wouldn’t hurt you unless you got between her and Ivan. Which I hope you’re smart enough not to do?”
Alfred nodded.
“Oh, and there’s Prussia too. But he’s not a ghost. Not yet, anyways. So you really have nothing to be scared of.”
Alfred gave him a disbelieving look.
“Alright, you know the story that you mentioned? The one Ivan told you? Well, in that story, the curse only lasted for three nights, eh? So you just have to be ok tonight, and you won’t have to be scared anymore.”
Mat looked down at his brother with a pleading look.
“And what about tonight?”, muttered Alfred.
“Well…”, Matthew nibbled on his bottom lip in thought, curl bobbing quite adorably. “I suppose you could stay here tonight. Ok?”
Alfred was about to protest that the quiet Canadian wouldn’t be much help when fighting a monster, but the hopeful look Mat was giving him made him swallow the words.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d be okay here?
“A-Alright.”, muttered Alfred, smiling weakly at his brother. Matthew immediately broke into a grin and moved to sit beside Alfred. Ow. Ow, he could feel his legs again, now that the Canadian had gotten off, and the pinprick feeling was nasty.
“Just don’t try to run away, eh? Kumajirou will guard the door.”
“Heroes don’t run away.”, mumbled Alfred, kicking off his sneakers.
Matthew’s answer was muffled as he pulled off his hoodie. Grabbing the maple leaf patterned blanket from the foot of the bed, he covered both of them with it, pulling Alfred into a loose hug at the same time.
“…”
“…”
“…. Mat…”
“What?”
“That’s awkward.”
“…Shut up, eh?”
“…”
“…Mat?”
“What?!”
“You’re not gonna fall asleep before me, are you?”
“’Course not.”
“… promise?”
“…Promise.”
“…”
“…”
“…really?”
“Go to sleep, Al.”
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Wait, what?
Eyes snapping open, he was greeted by the sight of a sleeping Canadian, blonde hair tousled and breath steady, arms secured firmly around Al’s waist.
“…erm… Mat…”
Silence.
“Mat, wake up.”
The Canadian snuggled closer, giving a soft, sleepy whine.
“Mat, seriously. Wake up!”
Alfred reached up and gave Matthew a shake. Which had no effect. Alright, time for drastic measures.
Reaching for the Canadian’s curl, Alfred grasped tightly and gave it a sharp tug. This time, the Canadian’s eyes snapped open, as the boy sat up suddenly, confused and blushing like mad.
His brother was so strange sometimes, Al thought.
“You’re awake, finally! I was starting to get worried”, Alfred teased, free to move around now that Matthew had let go of him.
“Why’d you tug my hair?!”, the younger boy complained, sending him a sleepy glare, “I asked you not to do that!”
“You’re so weird, Mattie. It’s just hair.”
“Yeah, well, don’t, eh?”, the Canadian mumbled, looking away.
“Alright, alright. Anything you say, Mattie”, grinned Alfred.
“Do you want breakfast?”, asked Matthew, yawning and stretching.
“Are you going to make it?”
“…Sure, why not. Do you want pancakes?”
“Of course I do”
As Matthew crawled over to the nightstand to retrieve his glasses and Alfred didn’t stare at the mountains of British Columbia, he didn’t, because that was more awkward than the hug before, the American realized that today was the best he’d felt in a long time. He hadn’t been mauled, eaten or anything of the sort, and if what Mat said was true than he was safe now that three nights were past.
He was safe so… maybe Arthur was right about the fairies?
Naah.
“Hey, Mat, I’ll race you to the kitchen!”, laughed Alfred, already taking off towards the door, ignoring the cry of “No fair!” behind him.
Yep, today was a great day.
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The door to the conference room slammed open and nine heads turned to see Natalia, clutching a piece of Ivan’s scarf and looking around the room with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
“Has anyone seen my brother?”, she inquired curtly, gaze roving over the room.
“Nope, sorry”, grinned America from his seat, giving her a hero smile. Arthur rolled his eyes and sipped his Earl Gray, exchanging an exasperated look with Ludwig.
“Very well then”. With a flutter of skirts, Natalia was gone.
A few minutes past.
“I think it’s safe to come out now.”, offered Canada.
With a lot of scuffling, Ivan emerged from underneath the table, exhaustion written on his face.
“So you actually stayed there for over a day?”, asked England incredulously, amusement evident in his tone.
“Next time, I vill be organizing guards and defence, da?”, answered Ivan darkly, taking a swing from his nearly empty vodka bottle and collapsing into a chair.
“That is quite the feat-aru!”
The nations all jumped in surprise and turned towards the door to see a smiling China walking in, Shinatty-chan cellphone in hand.
“Where exactly have you been?”, asked Ludwig tensely, massaging his temples.
“Me? I went to town to get another power cord- aru. Then I noticed there was no Chinatown for miles, which made me think about how nice it would be to have dumplings readily available-aru!”, grinned Yao, sauntering over to the table.
“And then…you went to another Chinatown?”, Francis inquired hopefully.
“Nope. I made one right there-aru!”, answered China happily, sliding a brochure across the table.
America smiled as Francis paled a little and picked up the piece of paper with the very tips of his fingers, considering the new attraction with a look of deep mistrust. England snickered, France glared back, and soon the two were in a heated argument over nothing. Ludwig moved to intervene, but found himself held back by the sleepy Italian draped across his lap. Romano started yelling at the German, barely restrained by a smiling Spain. Switzerland cocked his gun menacingly while China just stared.
Exchanging a smile with Mat, Alfred decided that things were exactly as they should be.
‘And the Hero lived happily ever after’, Al narrated in his head.
___________
Sorry for the lame ending, anon ran out of steam.
Nevertheless, anon is done! *dances in glee* She will now prance off to find more requests to fill...tomorrow.
Thank you, wonderful anon who commented. <3
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...this anon was wondering if you'd de-anon with this fic so she can add it to her memories and easily link it to people who aren't fans of the kink meme? It's fine if you don't want to, though ♥
Also!
“Do you even know what you look like? Any more ‘not sleeping’ and the bags under your eyes will smother New Jersey."
How did you know I was a New Jersey!anon who would love a shout out to her state? XD
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Failure!anon must be psychic, to know that New Jersey!anon is from there!
Failure!anon has also uploaded the story here : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5195198/1/Hollywood_Horror
She hopes that is what reviewer!anon was looking for.
Otherwise, she's so glad that you enjoyed the story! <3
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The ending was just right! Lovely fic ♥
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Aww, thank you! Failure!anon is happy that she's managed to get the characters right.
I'm really glad you enjoyed! <3
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