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"You won't shoot me." the bite of America's words- no, his command snapped England's attention back to the present ( ... )
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Burning by their own hand.
Niiiiiice.
This is powerful stuff, anon. T_T
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As long as you eventually update, inconsistency is fine. Real life takes precedence over the Internet ;)
And I have no amusing catpcha this time :(
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Tomorrow is the day I'll finally be returning home (this week I was in between my Pop's house and Step-Sister's home) which means I'll finally have my own room and privacy back. I think it's safe to say once I get back in my room the first thing I'll do is get to typing. xD
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I'm glad this isn't the end. Your writing is gorgeous and I can't wait for more, sad as it is.
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"What is WRONG with you!? I wanted to be amicable, so I make like a nice guest and grab some grub on my way over here, only to walk in and witness you slaughtering me ( ... )
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A/N: DON'T MURDER ME PLEASE. The requester specifically didn't want Alfred to die, so I had to put a twist like this in. I'm also going to write an alternate ending in which this twist doesn't happen, but I won't be posting it until I finish the first ending.
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Well done <3
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I LOVE YOU ANON. YESYESYESYESYES I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH!!
I love random twists like this. It's incredibly unexpected and the sheer novelty of it fills me with so much joy; I am overflowing right now...!
MARRY ME.
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Get
MARRIEDMARRIEDMARRIED!
I'm relieved you didn't absolutely abhor the twist, I was afraid people would rage and stop reading. Thank you for your support!
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"Like Hell! For all I know you've got a loaded gun and an itchy trigger finger out there!"
A frustrated sigh slipped past Arthur's lips as he shook his head. If America was going to act like such a prat, then England was really left with no alternatives to forcing the door open. He gently leaned his forehead against the cool wooden door, closing his eyes in an attempt to concentrate. Fanning his palms against the blockade before him, England took one final breath of preparation before he started to softly mutter.
The words- no, the incantations now being said were of a language not even Arthur knew. Sometimes he wondered if it really was a language, and not just the audible manifestation of magic being channeled into use. It wasn't something that could be taught- and therefore learned, you had to be born with the knowledge of how to manipulate the essence of the world around one's self ( ... )
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Arthur didn't even like fast food. Despite everyone- everyone except America, he corrected himself with a bittersweet smile- saying he had not an inkling of taste, England drew the line before fast food when it came to things he would and would not eat. As England picked up the sandwich and eyed and dustbin thoughtfully, his eyes registered a word most familiar to his taste buds.
Fish
Hastily, Arthur turned the sandwich over to read the full title of the food that was in his hands.
Filet-o-Fish
His stomach gave a guilty lurch. America really had agreed to this visit ( ... )
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