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Original request here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=14141194#t14141194
Basically, the afterwards of England winning the American Revolution, from the point of view of a Matthew determined to keep he and Alfred together
Here’s a preview, OP~ I hope you enjoy, and I'll try to get out more as soon as I can, but I make no promises ^^'/small>
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In his dream Matthew sees Alfred’s face, smeared with blood, drenched hair clinging to his cheeks in ringlets, limp from the rain. His golden locks are muddy from the blow to his head that sent him falling to his hands and knees, kept there by Arthur’s boot pressed into his shoulder blades. His ungloved hands are buried in the wet earth like claws, as if to gain enough purchase to buck up, and that is why Matthew keeps his rifle trained on his brother, even as Alfred’s knees slide and his arms shake and the rain gets into Matthew’s eyes and makes everything look blurry and disjointed and ( ... )
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OP eagerly awaits more but encourages you to take as long as you need! This is lovely work already and I am willing to wait. <3
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it is beautifully written and i think i really want more...
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Matthew snaps up from his sleep, hunched in on himself and muscles taut as he takes in deep, greedy gulps of air.
Behind his tightly closed eyes he can still see Alfred’s body, the final jerk that snaps his spine forward before he falls back and just stops moving, the arc of red that spills from his punctured chest through the air -each drop as separate and gleaming as a ruby- to be absorbed into Arthur’s equally vibrant coat and mingle with the mud as if it had never been spilled.
In the darkness of Matthew’s room, Alfred’s shocked eyes stare at his ridged body, right as the bullet tears through him, and the disbelief, the denial that his brother, the one who shares his landmass, could ever really harm him, is painfully obvious. Then, as his back arches and his knees buckle and give way to unconsciousness, his eyelashes flutter and slide over his irises like clouds slide over the moon, and the part of Matthew that hasn’t frozen over and gone impossibly numb wonders distantly if those clouds will snuff out the light of those ( ... )
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It's been my theory that England would be quite hard on America if he had lost the Revolution (Rebellion), because he would have to make an example of him so that none of the other British colonies would rebel. Also, England would be even more pressed for money, so the colonies' taxes could all increase. I thought the combination might have made Canada more likely to start rebelling as well. But, that's all just speculation on my part. Regardless, I look forward to seeing where you go with your fill!
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Random note I thought you might find interesting: there are some people who argue that the cost of acquiring Canada, and the subsequent rise of taxes, is what made England lose America. In short - since he got Canada, he lost America. (in our timeline). Always made me wonder if Al felt like he was being replaced by Canada.
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Regarding the pairing, OP admits to loving Alfred on the bottom. XD She also has a soft spot for Matthew/Alfred and can see it easily in this circumstance so why YES, that would be delicious!
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And I'm very relieved that you like Matthew topping Alfred, cuz that is this writernon's preference X3 :loves Alfred on the bottom more than she probably should:
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I do love Matthew/Alfred as a pairing, though I wonder.
The American Revolution is a symbol of hope to many other countries, that a colony can defeat an empire. So if Alfred failed, that hope would less possible unless he tries again and succeeds.
I'm just ranting.
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I definitely do not mind Matthew/Alfred, and can not wait to see more.
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By the time Matthew has managed to stop his hands from shaking long enough to prepare breakfast the sun has long since broken over the horizon, chasing away the gray of early morning to be replaced with the oranges and reds of dawn.
Matthew’s stomach clenches; the change is not much of an improvement, the rays of light bleeding along his arm as he extends his hand to his cutlery. The intensity of the red-orange light almost makes it look as though his right arm -the arm responsible for pulling the trigger, something as chilling as the winter breeze rattling the windowpanes whispers in the back of his mind- has been set aflame.
Pushing his chair back with a squeak, Matthew rises to his feet. Maybe eating isn’t the best idea right now.
Saving his own food for a time when his innards aren’t slithering inside his torso like serpents, Matthew grabs up the tray bearing his brother’s meal: a simple bowl of porridge and a glass of water, as per Arthur’s directions. If he can’t bear eating, he might as well give something to Alfred.
Perhaps ( ... )
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