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Written at two am, completely and utterly unbeta'd. Mixfic made while waiting for my slow as hell computer to upload it. XD; If anyone can give the source of the fanart, that'd be brilliant.
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001. OXFORD COMMA - Vampire Weekend
Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
His long fingers ghost over the old parchment. Alfred’s scribbles and salutations remind him of how Alfred has completely buggered up his language. Arthur has to admit it isn’t THAT annoying.
002. BOOKS AND LETTERS - The Morning Light
I'm falling in and out of love,
Finally stopping what we were made of.
"Oh, you're done."
By summer I'll have you on your knees,
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so typical but what I need.
Sometimes when Arthur says (or in Alfred’s ears yells) variations of, “No,”; “I’d rather not,”; “Oh for the love of ---, ALFRED!”; “What on earth are you grinning about you daft American?”; “On what planet did you think I’d agreed to something as audacious as that?” and “Piss off.”
Alfred knows he doesn’t mean it.
003. DYING IN YOU - Crash Parallel
I've been erased from your memory,
you bought and returned every piece of me,
I could get rich off the fantasy but I can't cash in.
Please don't come around again, I'm dying to see you.
Please don't break my heart again, I'm dying inside you
Arthur as a father knows what happened in the revolutionary war was for the better. At the end of they both came out stronger. Or at least one of them did. Arthur as a nation doesn’t trust him. That was an act of complete and utter betrayal on Alfred’s part. And even if, they’ve moved on from that point - Arthur still has trouble forgetting, though he has forgiven.
And as a lover, He just doesn’t want to get his heart broken.
004. I TURN EVERYTHING OVER - Switchfoot
Monday found me on my knees again
Breathing You in
To blur the lines that mark where I begin
And where You end
No use in trying to pretend
Come take me again
'Cause rumor has it I'm not who I've been
Come define me
Alfred waves the flag with pride. He stands at the foot of a hill, his people cheering him on. The sun gleams on that July morning. The weather is perfectly crisp despite yesterday’s rain. He fought for this. Peace. Liberty. Independence. No, they did. His nation did. His lips curl up into a genuine smile. And he can feel tears streaming down his still child like eyes. He needs to forget who gave him the suit he was wearing.
005. SUMMER'S GONE - Placebo
Cue to your heart that is racing
stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise
you try to break the mould
before you get too old
you try to break the mould
before you die
The wounds are still fresh. He comes back to his London home defeated. He listens as the whole city from the slums to the dukes and earls speak about the defeat in hushed voices as they pass him. It’s not the loss that bothers him. It’s not the rest of the world’s judgements or calls. It’s not--
He’ll speak to that idiot after he stops shaking.
006. JUST SAY YOUR NOT INTO IT - Mayday Parade
Well I'll swallow my pride if you'll stay for the years
And watch me spin circles as I disappear
Hearts, they don't lie they just quiver in fear
As you say
Tonight we, forget everything
“Please don’t hate me,” he mutters softly; his eyes dart over the other blondes. Arthur is calm; his lips are pursed into a scowl. It’s a trait of his, after all, to keep composed in ALL situations - especially, when they are having tea after a world summit.
“I had to - ,”
“Leave me.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right I don’t.”
“…”
“And what is your point?”
“Believe me; this has nothing to do with us.”
Arthur’s fingers squeeze the teacup far too tightly.
“Oh, believe me - it had everything to do with us.” Arthur chokes angrily. He’s so close to throwing the teacup at Alfred. He almost wonders if the delicate chinaware is breaking. “You left me. You staged a bloody Revolution against me. How am I supposed to feel?”
“So there is still an ‘us’?” Alfred manages sheepishly after a lull of silence between them. And Arthur cannot help but smile, as Alfred sips his coffee.
007. NOT OVER YOU - Chester French
I'm not a child, I'm not a child now
My thoughts are changing
Bit me twice
Not shy but rearranging
All of my hopes
Say it's just hoes
Can't touch my feelings
But that ain't true
Or I'd be past you
Alfred isn’t the same man he was back then. Other nations notice. Even Francis, despite the disputes has to admit there is something now almost formidable about Alfred. He even sends a statue. Matt has to commend his brother’s independence as he struggles with his own. He does offer a pat on the back and a grin. Russia does not comment but does give a broad smile which causes Alfred to shiver slightly.
Arthur catches him alone in an empty room after the conference. Alfred is leaning back against a wood chair. He can’t help but grin. Arthur approaches him silently, his hands wrap around the man’s shoulders. In surprise, Alfred turns his head to Arthur’s direction; only to have Arthur’s lips close the gap in between them.
“Perhaps, if you’d like - you could show me how ‘independent’ you are.” Arthur says coyly. It will take a while but he’ll start accepting that fact slowly. And perhaps, Alfred just has to make his point clearer.
008. WAITING GAME - Yellowcard
Our worst disaster would be waking up alone
Now we're free
We're drifting out
Like all the ones we didn't know
I wait for a silence here
I wait for things to disappear
Wait for the ground to stop moving underneath my only fear
If I lose you I don't know
More than ever, he doesn’t want to loose Alfred. And Alfred isn’t in any mood to leave. They only ever argue about spelling these days.
009. HERE WE STAND - Amber Pacific
We will make it through
No matter the cost
We've gone this far
Why not find out how it works out for you and me
We'll make it through
I thought we were lost
But somehow we haven't found a way yet
I hope that we never do
♥ ♥ ♥
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- link to zip
001. OXFORD COMMA - Vampire Weekend
Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
His long fingers ghost over the old parchment. Alfred’s scribbles and salutations remind him of how Alfred has completely buggered up his language. Arthur has to admit it isn’t THAT annoying.
002. BOOKS AND LETTERS - The Morning Light
I'm falling in and out of love,
Finally stopping what we were made of.
"Oh, you're done."
By summer I'll have you on your knees,
Come August and you'll lie right through your teeth.
And it's oh so typical but what I need.
Sometimes when Arthur says (or in Alfred’s ears yells) variations of, “No,”; “I’d rather not,”; “Oh for the love of ---, ALFRED!”; “What on earth are you grinning about you daft American?”; “On what planet did you think I’d agreed to something as audacious as that?” and “Piss off.”
Alfred knows he doesn’t mean it.
003. DYING IN YOU - Crash Parallel
I've been erased from your memory,
you bought and returned every piece of me,
I could get rich off the fantasy but I can't cash in.
Please don't come around again, I'm dying to see you.
Please don't break my heart again, I'm dying inside you
Arthur as a father knows what happened in the revolutionary war was for the better. At the end of they both came out stronger. Or at least one of them did. Arthur as a nation doesn’t trust him. That was an act of complete and utter betrayal on Alfred’s part. And even if, they’ve moved on from that point - Arthur still has trouble forgetting, though he has forgiven.
And as a lover, He just doesn’t want to get his heart broken.
004. I TURN EVERYTHING OVER - Switchfoot
Monday found me on my knees again
Breathing You in
To blur the lines that mark where I begin
And where You end
No use in trying to pretend
Come take me again
'Cause rumor has it I'm not who I've been
Come define me
Alfred waves the flag with pride. He stands at the foot of a hill, his people cheering him on. The sun gleams on that July morning. The weather is perfectly crisp despite yesterday’s rain. He fought for this. Peace. Liberty. Independence. No, they did. His nation did. His lips curl up into a genuine smile. And he can feel tears streaming down his still child like eyes. He needs to forget who gave him the suit he was wearing.
005. SUMMER'S GONE - Placebo
Cue to your heart that is racing
stung by the look in your eye
Cue to your heart that is racing
What a surprise
you try to break the mould
before you get too old
you try to break the mould
before you die
The wounds are still fresh. He comes back to his London home defeated. He listens as the whole city from the slums to the dukes and earls speak about the defeat in hushed voices as they pass him. It’s not the loss that bothers him. It’s not the rest of the world’s judgements or calls. It’s not--
He’ll speak to that idiot after he stops shaking.
006. JUST SAY YOUR NOT INTO IT - Mayday Parade
Well I'll swallow my pride if you'll stay for the years
And watch me spin circles as I disappear
Hearts, they don't lie they just quiver in fear
As you say
Tonight we, forget everything
“Please don’t hate me,” he mutters softly; his eyes dart over the other blondes. Arthur is calm; his lips are pursed into a scowl. It’s a trait of his, after all, to keep composed in ALL situations - especially, when they are having tea after a world summit.
“I had to - ,”
“Leave me.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right I don’t.”
“…”
“And what is your point?”
“Believe me; this has nothing to do with us.”
Arthur’s fingers squeeze the teacup far too tightly.
“Oh, believe me - it had everything to do with us.” Arthur chokes angrily. He’s so close to throwing the teacup at Alfred. He almost wonders if the delicate chinaware is breaking. “You left me. You staged a bloody Revolution against me. How am I supposed to feel?”
“So there is still an ‘us’?” Alfred manages sheepishly after a lull of silence between them. And Arthur cannot help but smile, as Alfred sips his coffee.
007. NOT OVER YOU - Chester French
I'm not a child, I'm not a child now
My thoughts are changing
Bit me twice
Not shy but rearranging
All of my hopes
Say it's just hoes
Can't touch my feelings
But that ain't true
Or I'd be past you
Alfred isn’t the same man he was back then. Other nations notice. Even Francis, despite the disputes has to admit there is something now almost formidable about Alfred. He even sends a statue. Matt has to commend his brother’s independence as he struggles with his own. He does offer a pat on the back and a grin. Russia does not comment but does give a broad smile which causes Alfred to shiver slightly.
Arthur catches him alone in an empty room after the conference. Alfred is leaning back against a wood chair. He can’t help but grin. Arthur approaches him silently, his hands wrap around the man’s shoulders. In surprise, Alfred turns his head to Arthur’s direction; only to have Arthur’s lips close the gap in between them.
“Perhaps, if you’d like - you could show me how ‘independent’ you are.” Arthur says coyly. It will take a while but he’ll start accepting that fact slowly. And perhaps, Alfred just has to make his point clearer.
008. WAITING GAME - Yellowcard
Our worst disaster would be waking up alone
Now we're free
We're drifting out
Like all the ones we didn't know
I wait for a silence here
I wait for things to disappear
Wait for the ground to stop moving underneath my only fear
If I lose you I don't know
More than ever, he doesn’t want to loose Alfred. And Alfred isn’t in any mood to leave. They only ever argue about spelling these days.
009. HERE WE STAND - Amber Pacific
We will make it through
No matter the cost
We've gone this far
Why not find out how it works out for you and me
We'll make it through
I thought we were lost
But somehow we haven't found a way yet
I hope that we never do
♥ ♥ ♥
x-posted to: hetalia, usxuk
Sorry for the Spam Guys~ ♥ :D