Russia the Hero
anonymous
August 1 2009, 15:32:16 UTC
So, I’m sure most people here would agree that Russia is often used as the rape truckconvenient villain in many a fill. Well, this anon would like to see Russia playing the role of hero for once!
So, because Russia/America is my OTP, I’d like to see a fill in which Russia must be America’s savior. I’m open to any situations, so long as Russia saves the day and his damsel in distress.
Bonus 1: This anon has a particular fondness for fantasy/magic plots when it comes to this sort of thing, with an evil magic user and a hero under a curse having to save their princess from their evil clutches. So, while I wouldn’t object to other plots being used, I’ll give you my first born if this type is done, especially if England is Russia’s opposition, or if you can blow me away and somehow make Canada the villain, just cuz that’s an ultra-rare sight.
Bonus 2: Russia comforting America over, well, anything really. I just wanna see him being awkwardly gentle and unsure of what he should do.
Fifteen Years - [3/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:10:43 UTC
"Alfred didn't offend the Princess by telling her a disgusting joke or making a ghastly comment about her dress," Arthur explained, and he looked as if he needed a good, long sip of one of those teas he was so fond of. "He turned down her hand in marriage."
"... Oh, dear."
"Oh dear doesn't even begin to cover it. The Princess is quite besotted with the brat and thus declared her intentions of marrying him. Not that I would have approved of the union in the first place," Arthur said dismissively, eyes narrowing at the thought of anyone running off with someone who could be called his son, "But there are other ways to turn down a marriage offer - all, I'm very sure, without having to spit out the best wine onto the fair lady's face in front of an audience."
"Oh."
"Yes."
...
...
"... I would safely assume that the dear prince didn't even bother apologizing?"
"You assume right. Cutting straight to the chase, you could say that the Princess was so humiliated by the turn of events that she immediately demanded compensation in the form of an
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [4/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:12:36 UTC
"Brat?" Ivan tried, and Alfred looked as if he wanted to throw a fit, choke Ivan, or both. Instead he cleared his throat and pointed quite rudely at the older man.
"Foul sorcerer; I thought I banished you from these lands!" he declared again, and Arthur slapped his forehead. Ivan ignored this. "You have come again to terrorize our lands, have you not? Begone!"
Ivan ignored all this. All that didn't hide the fact that Ivan could very well see the tapestry hanging at the opposite wall, directly behind Alfred's translucent body. His eyes shone unnaturally, and close to his feet his edges seemed to blur. All telltale signs of -
"You're a ghost," Ivan concluded plainly, and Alfred strode up to him, face as if set into a permanent scowl.
Then he drew back and gave a hard, violent kick to Ivan's shin - which didn't hurt, not really, but who liked getting kicked? Ivan grunted in displeasure, before realising something was very wrong.
Alfred, translucent - a ghost, by all intents and purposes - was able to touch him. Never mind that the 'touch
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [5/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:15:14 UTC
"So you casted the spell, in order for the East to avoid laying a hand on Alfred, literally."
Arthur nodded. "Before long, the kidnappings ceased - greatly helped by the fact that the Princess soon fell in love with the Southern prince; rather anti-climatic, really. After smoothing out everything with the Emperor and our truce starting anew, I went to undo the curse - but something kept me from actually doing the deed."
"Knowing you, you would've tried everything you knew before coming to summon me, da?" Ivan asked, and looking at the King's expression, he guessed right. Ivan smirked.
"Sod off. You're the one with the expertise in black magic, curses and necromancy; I deal in the other half of the spectrum. Now instead of fishing for an ego boost, go find out what went wrong with the spell," Arthur snapped, though he did flush slightly from embarrassment. The odd two hundred years or so of knowing Arthur made Ivan capable of picking up the slightest signs from the king.
Ivan turned to look at the prince who was still ranting off into
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [6/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:17:19 UTC
"Well, it isn't the case here... Or maybe you did the casting just fine, because this looks like it was applied right after Alfred became a ghost. The signature looks familiar..." Ivan looked straight into Alfred's own eyes.
"S-Stop staring at me like that!"
Ivan's eyes snapped open in alarm, something not usually seen on the calm, composed man. Alfred protested when his hands were clamped down suddenly. "Of course it should look familiar - that is Nataliya's work." Fear crawled up in his stomach.
Alfred cocked an eyebrow. "Who the hell is that?"
Arthur almost choked.
"You have got to be kidding me -"
"I would not joke about my own sister, comrade," Ivan said dryly, releasing Alfred's hands and turning to look at Arthur. "She is obviously preventing you from reversing the spell. And I think with the case of me being able to touch Alfred is not because I am impervious to the spell effects; it would likely because she wanted this to happen."
"Why in the bloody hell would she want to do that?! Alfred has nothing to do with her."
Fifteen Years - [7/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:19:29 UTC
"What!?"
"What!"
"In case you are forgetting, Arthur, she would have to be present to undo what she did, especially for such a high-level interference spell; unless you want Alfred to die, net? You ask me to sort things out with her, fine; but I will not play errand boy to your wishes and fetch her here."
Arthur started to speak, but fell silent. Alfred, on the other hand, wouldn't take it lyin' down god damn it!
"Like hell I would go with you!"
"Oh? But I thought you wanted to be human again, little Alfred," Ivan taunted, and Alfred growled, tackling him - sending both of them down on the floor into a fist fight.
"I'm - not - little anymore you bastard -"
Arthur ignored the commotion, face set into a frown. Ivan was right - as much as Arthur could bother Ivan to undo what he caused, Ivan probably would only agree to it just because it involved Alfred; not more than that, certainly not making the painstaking journey to Nataliya's realm and back only because Arthur wouldn't let Alfred go with him.
Fifteen Years - [8/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:21:28 UTC
Matthew, his younger brother by only a few minutes was an exception to this; excelling in his magical studies, he was only able to travel out of the country to resume them after a great deal of arguing - both he and Alfred teamed up against their guardian - and also after Arthur made absolutely sure that the Master who was teaching Matthew was trustworthy.
He lamented from time to time how Matthew decided on elemental magic as his major, because if he followed in Arthur's footsteps as a light magic user Arthur would've been able to tutor Matthew himself.
Still, the king was proud at how quickly his ward was able to apply for apprenticeship under a Master at a young age of seventeen summers. He's been gone for four years now, only coming to visit during Alfred's and his shared birthdays and the Summer Festivals.
Finally, the chance to travel outside without the stuffiness of being a royal! Alfred grinned brilliantly - before remembering who exactly he had to travel with.
"Do I really have to go with Him?" Alfred whined, jerking his
( ... )
Fifteen Years - [9/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:24:31 UTC
"Scared, little Alfred?"
"For the last time I'm not little, and I'm definitely not scared!" Alfred shouted hotly, before the head of that - that dragon swung down to look at him closely and oh god I can smell that brimstone - actually, it kinda smells like someone just passed - "Oh my god oh my god oh my god -"
Ivan jerked his head up from where he was double checking the knots of the knapsacks, to be greeted with a sight that made him throw his head back - and laugh. Loudly.
"He - hah - certainly likes you, brat."
Alfred sputtered, wiping off the slobber off of himself. "He just - licked me! What the hell! Was he tasting me or something!? And how the hell could he lick me in the first place anyway - ewwww stop that you stupid dragon -"
"Oh, they're magically impervious, so the ghostly effect would not work on dragons," Ivan explained after calming down, with that amused smile as Alfred was assaulted again. "Think of dragons as cats. Just as crafty, just as affectionate, only a hundred times larger and more scaly."
Fifteen Years - [10/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 08:28:38 UTC
Arthur watched as Alfred quickly got on the dragon as if he rode one before - simply pure talent; the young man was just as extraordinary as his brother, but only in different aspects.
"Let's take off, little Alfred."
"Shut up."
He never really got this emotional, not really. Twenty years would seem like such a short time for someone with his kind of lifespan. But twenty years of taking care of a bratty boy who did nothing but worm his way into his heart - well. He was entitled to some sort of attachment, wasn't he?
The feeling of loss was just as empty as the day when he watched Matthew go. He knew it wasn't as if he would never see them again, but...
Never let it be known that he was so sentimental about these things. Francis would surely laugh at him, would he not? Arthur watched again, this time bracing himself for the force of the wind coming from the dragon, who spread its wings high - and then bringing it down in one fell swoop as it leaped into the air.
Alfred screamed - in delight, Arthur noticed, snorting. Figures Alfred
( ... )
Re: Fifteen Years - [10/??]
anonymous
August 9 2009, 12:33:14 UTC
OH GOD.
I LOVE YOU, WRITER!ANON. THE WORLD, THE CHARACTERS, THE PLOT, THE WRITING.
LET'S GET MARRIED, MARRIED, MARRIED in caps. Dude, this is nothing short of bloody freaking amazing. I cannot WAIT for the rest of the story. Even as a prologue, this is jaw-droppingly impressive.
Re: Fifteen Years - [10/??]
anonymous
August 10 2009, 03:00:46 UTC
Oh wow! This is great writernon! Your characterization, and the situation at hand are both fantastic <3 I really like how you handled things in this, and am extremely excited to see more of it.
You pulled the fantasy world of fabulously as well, casually placing bits of imformation and making it just generally flow naturally. Excellently done~
Fifteen Years - [11/??]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 14:06:40 UTC
A/N: thank you for all the nice comments ;w; you made my day lol srsly. x3 hmm, this is just 1/2 through chapter one, so actually there's more... but i decided to post it up anyway because of alfred's stupid. you know how it goes. i have the ending, you know? it's just getting there.
-- --
She held the ribbon tightly in her hand, a determined expression set in her face. This was the duty given to her, and she was sure of it, because it was her beloved brother who needed this right now, needed her not to fail.
And she will not.
Her footsteps were like whispers as she left nothing behind.
--
--
Ivan had the sudden feeling that, if the confrontation with his beloved little sister didn't kill him, the journey certainly would. He still hasn't decided yet whether it would be the task of taking care of Alfred, or the prince himself.
"This is so - freaking - awesome!"
"Would you stop screaming in my ear, brat?" Ivan said, raising his voice since they were still gaining height - once they reached cruising speed, it wouldn't be this noisy.
( ... )
So, because Russia/America is my OTP, I’d like to see a fill in which Russia must be America’s savior. I’m open to any situations, so long as Russia saves the day and his damsel in distress.
Bonus 1: This anon has a particular fondness for fantasy/magic plots when it comes to this sort of thing, with an evil magic user and a hero under a curse having to save their princess from their evil clutches. So, while I wouldn’t object to other plots being used, I’ll give you my first born if this type is done, especially if England is Russia’s opposition, or if you can blow me away and somehow make Canada the villain, just cuz that’s an ultra-rare sight.
Bonus 2: Russia comforting America over, well, anything really. I just wanna see him being awkwardly gentle and unsure of what he should do.
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"Alfred didn't offend the Princess by telling her a disgusting joke or making a ghastly comment about her dress," Arthur explained, and he looked as if he needed a good, long sip of one of those teas he was so fond of. "He turned down her hand in marriage."
"... Oh, dear."
"Oh dear doesn't even begin to cover it. The Princess is quite besotted with the brat and thus declared her intentions of marrying him. Not that I would have approved of the union in the first place," Arthur said dismissively, eyes narrowing at the thought of anyone running off with someone who could be called his son, "But there are other ways to turn down a marriage offer - all, I'm very sure, without having to spit out the best wine onto the fair lady's face in front of an audience."
"Oh."
"Yes."
...
...
"... I would safely assume that the dear prince didn't even bother apologizing?"
"You assume right. Cutting straight to the chase, you could say that the Princess was so humiliated by the turn of events that she immediately demanded compensation in the form of an ( ... )
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"Brat?" Ivan tried, and Alfred looked as if he wanted to throw a fit, choke Ivan, or both. Instead he cleared his throat and pointed quite rudely at the older man.
"Foul sorcerer; I thought I banished you from these lands!" he declared again, and Arthur slapped his forehead. Ivan ignored this. "You have come again to terrorize our lands, have you not? Begone!"
Ivan ignored all this. All that didn't hide the fact that Ivan could very well see the tapestry hanging at the opposite wall, directly behind Alfred's translucent body. His eyes shone unnaturally, and close to his feet his edges seemed to blur. All telltale signs of -
"You're a ghost," Ivan concluded plainly, and Alfred strode up to him, face as if set into a permanent scowl.
Then he drew back and gave a hard, violent kick to Ivan's shin - which didn't hurt, not really, but who liked getting kicked? Ivan grunted in displeasure, before realising something was very wrong.
Alfred, translucent - a ghost, by all intents and purposes - was able to touch him. Never mind that the 'touch ( ... )
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"So you casted the spell, in order for the East to avoid laying a hand on Alfred, literally."
Arthur nodded. "Before long, the kidnappings ceased - greatly helped by the fact that the Princess soon fell in love with the Southern prince; rather anti-climatic, really. After smoothing out everything with the Emperor and our truce starting anew, I went to undo the curse - but something kept me from actually doing the deed."
"Knowing you, you would've tried everything you knew before coming to summon me, da?" Ivan asked, and looking at the King's expression, he guessed right. Ivan smirked.
"Sod off. You're the one with the expertise in black magic, curses and necromancy; I deal in the other half of the spectrum. Now instead of fishing for an ego boost, go find out what went wrong with the spell," Arthur snapped, though he did flush slightly from embarrassment. The odd two hundred years or so of knowing Arthur made Ivan capable of picking up the slightest signs from the king.
Ivan turned to look at the prince who was still ranting off into ( ... )
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"Well, it isn't the case here... Or maybe you did the casting just fine, because this looks like it was applied right after Alfred became a ghost. The signature looks familiar..." Ivan looked straight into Alfred's own eyes.
"S-Stop staring at me like that!"
Ivan's eyes snapped open in alarm, something not usually seen on the calm, composed man. Alfred protested when his hands were clamped down suddenly. "Of course it should look familiar - that is Nataliya's work." Fear crawled up in his stomach.
Alfred cocked an eyebrow. "Who the hell is that?"
Arthur almost choked.
"You have got to be kidding me -"
"I would not joke about my own sister, comrade," Ivan said dryly, releasing Alfred's hands and turning to look at Arthur. "She is obviously preventing you from reversing the spell. And I think with the case of me being able to touch Alfred is not because I am impervious to the spell effects; it would likely because she wanted this to happen."
"Why in the bloody hell would she want to do that?! Alfred has nothing to do with her."
Ivan ( ... )
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"What!?"
"What!"
"In case you are forgetting, Arthur, she would have to be present to undo what she did, especially for such a high-level interference spell; unless you want Alfred to die, net? You ask me to sort things out with her, fine; but I will not play errand boy to your wishes and fetch her here."
Arthur started to speak, but fell silent. Alfred, on the other hand, wouldn't take it lyin' down god damn it!
"Like hell I would go with you!"
"Oh? But I thought you wanted to be human again, little Alfred," Ivan taunted, and Alfred growled, tackling him - sending both of them down on the floor into a fist fight.
"I'm - not - little anymore you bastard -"
Arthur ignored the commotion, face set into a frown. Ivan was right - as much as Arthur could bother Ivan to undo what he caused, Ivan probably would only agree to it just because it involved Alfred; not more than that, certainly not making the painstaking journey to Nataliya's realm and back only because Arthur wouldn't let Alfred go with him.
It would save more time anyway if ( ... )
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Matthew, his younger brother by only a few minutes was an exception to this; excelling in his magical studies, he was only able to travel out of the country to resume them after a great deal of arguing - both he and Alfred teamed up against their guardian - and also after Arthur made absolutely sure that the Master who was teaching Matthew was trustworthy.
He lamented from time to time how Matthew decided on elemental magic as his major, because if he followed in Arthur's footsteps as a light magic user Arthur would've been able to tutor Matthew himself.
Still, the king was proud at how quickly his ward was able to apply for apprenticeship under a Master at a young age of seventeen summers. He's been gone for four years now, only coming to visit during Alfred's and his shared birthdays and the Summer Festivals.
Finally, the chance to travel outside without the stuffiness of being a royal! Alfred grinned brilliantly - before remembering who exactly he had to travel with.
"Do I really have to go with Him?" Alfred whined, jerking his ( ... )
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"Scared, little Alfred?"
"For the last time I'm not little, and I'm definitely not scared!" Alfred shouted hotly, before the head of that - that dragon swung down to look at him closely and oh god I can smell that brimstone - actually, it kinda smells like someone just passed - "Oh my god oh my god oh my god -"
Ivan jerked his head up from where he was double checking the knots of the knapsacks, to be greeted with a sight that made him throw his head back - and laugh. Loudly.
"He - hah - certainly likes you, brat."
Alfred sputtered, wiping off the slobber off of himself. "He just - licked me! What the hell! Was he tasting me or something!? And how the hell could he lick me in the first place anyway - ewwww stop that you stupid dragon -"
"Oh, they're magically impervious, so the ghostly effect would not work on dragons," Ivan explained after calming down, with that amused smile as Alfred was assaulted again. "Think of dragons as cats. Just as crafty, just as affectionate, only a hundred times larger and more scaly."
"... That is so not ( ... )
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Hm. If Mattie's an elemental wizard, what's Alfred? If he's so incompetent as a crown prince...
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Arthur watched as Alfred quickly got on the dragon as if he rode one before - simply pure talent; the young man was just as extraordinary as his brother, but only in different aspects.
"Let's take off, little Alfred."
"Shut up."
He never really got this emotional, not really. Twenty years would seem like such a short time for someone with his kind of lifespan. But twenty years of taking care of a bratty boy who did nothing but worm his way into his heart - well. He was entitled to some sort of attachment, wasn't he?
The feeling of loss was just as empty as the day when he watched Matthew go. He knew it wasn't as if he would never see them again, but...
Never let it be known that he was so sentimental about these things. Francis would surely laugh at him, would he not? Arthur watched again, this time bracing himself for the force of the wind coming from the dragon, who spread its wings high - and then bringing it down in one fell swoop as it leaped into the air.
Alfred screamed - in delight, Arthur noticed, snorting. Figures Alfred ( ... )
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I LOVE YOU, WRITER!ANON. THE WORLD, THE CHARACTERS, THE PLOT, THE WRITING.
LET'S GET MARRIED, MARRIED, MARRIED in caps. Dude, this is nothing short of bloody freaking amazing. I cannot WAIT for the rest of the story. Even as a prologue, this is jaw-droppingly impressive.
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Prologue of WIN!
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(Now is struck incoherent)
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You pulled the fantasy world of fabulously as well, casually placing bits of imformation and making it just generally flow naturally. Excellently done~
~OP <3
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ILU Anon
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hmm, this is just 1/2 through chapter one, so actually there's more... but i decided to post it up anyway because of alfred's stupid. you know how it goes. i have the ending, you know? it's just getting there.
--
--
She held the ribbon tightly in her hand, a determined expression set in her face. This was the duty given to her, and she was sure of it, because it was her beloved brother who needed this right now, needed her not to fail.
And she will not.
Her footsteps were like whispers as she left nothing behind.
--
--
Ivan had the sudden feeling that, if the confrontation with his beloved little sister didn't kill him, the journey certainly would. He still hasn't decided yet whether it would be the task of taking care of Alfred, or the prince himself.
"This is so - freaking - awesome!"
"Would you stop screaming in my ear, brat?" Ivan said, raising his voice since they were still gaining height - once they reached cruising speed, it wouldn't be this noisy. ( ... )
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