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A/N: So, it’s going to be a monster. I’ve written so much already and I’m… pathetic. =_= Sorry. BUT IT’S A VERY GOOD IDEA AND OMG THE HISTORY, THE HISTORY! IT DEMANDS THE EPIC VERSION.
Forgive me, I didn’t use the time machine. *hangs head in shame* I cheated and resorted to the much easier explanation of OMG WUT MAGIC. Also, I couldn’t bring myself to make little!England so very little (but he‘s still a child). I hope his age is all right good for you…
Tin Islands: Prologue England never cared much for staying at America’s house ( ... )
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It was very pleasant, for as long as it lasted. But when he realized he was blinking more sluggishly than normal, England gave it up. “I’m turning in. If you make us late tomorrow, I’ll kill you and string you up as an example to others.”
“I don’t appreciate that.”
England didn’t doubt it. “Good night,” he said, for propriety’s sake (not like it was a habit or anything, like he used to say so all the time, they were just words “G’night,” America trilled in return, tucking his feet up into the armchair ( ... )
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And dreamt of Roman Empire.
like a fire caught to the corner of your shirt so close it burns but closer still you will never be free of it men pouring into the woods no no no it’s not possible why is this happening the people are scattering flash of steel rain on the villages flood it all away because it is too hard and I cannot hold up under this where are my brothers where are my brothers don’t you touch me I’ll bite your fingers off give me the woad give me the woad
give it to me and I will end this England woke with a start, some scream he’d heard in his head ( ... )
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Old magic. Old and powerful and lovely, England had called it, but always so mysterious. Miracles were not necessarily what people wanted, but what they needed, even when they had no idea they needed it. And need took root in the smallest, most harmless of thoughts ( ... )
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HEAR MY SOBS OF DISMAY? I WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER SO BAD!!!11! /caplocks
It's a really interesting start! I'm glad someone picked up the request since I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Keep up the good work :D
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You are a very talented writer and I really enjoyed reading this, it has so much potential.
Please continue because that's one monster of a cliff hangner.
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Looking forward to where this goes anon!
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the pace is just about perfect, the characterization works terribly well with the plot, and every line speaks of awesome.
England dreaming of Roman Empire, and then his transformation in Britannia Angel, the magic humming softly, remains of older times, the way you described that part was my favourite for the prologue. it was realistic and beautiful.
and cute canada and his kinship on things america throws away, and america's ICness...
this was truly perfect, and i cannot wait to have more. the ending of the prologue, albeit painful because it means i'll have to wait for more, is also right where it should have been.
please continue, it's really perfect :D
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Also, I apologize for the slow pace of this. *bows* And the completely inaccurate historical bits, like the fact they all speak English. >.>;;
Tin Islands: Chapter One The fire blazed before them and consumed the village whole ( ... )
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Intruders. The word felt right. They were in the middle of an invasion of some kind. But where? How?
I just hope I live long enough to have those questions answered, thought Canada. And then I’m not going near America’s house for another decade, at least. It never, ever ends well for me. America, who sprinted beside him, had a new swear word for every time his sneaker hit dirt. The situation being what it was, Canada decided he couldn’t blame him. As they scrambled up the hillside, the sweltering oppression of the fire fell away to a damp and windy howl, far from the July summer they’d been snatched ( ... )
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He wanted to bring it up to America, but their childhood was a bit of a sore spot. Still, Canada made the effort. “Hey, America. Do you remember when-”
“Not really.”
“I didn’t even ask yet…”
“You’ve got that tone that means I won’t like it ( ... )
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