If You Need to Crash [1/?]
anonymous
December 15 2009, 02:48:14 UTC
God I am such a sucker for these two - why does it always have to be the rarepairs that I love the most? Updates will be regular, I promise you!
In the meantime, since I usually have theme music in mind for fics I write, the title comes from Crash and Burn by Savage Garden. ___
Francis’s annoyance starts fading to worry when Alfred refuses to pick up his phone for the fifth time.
“’Sup? Hero here! I’m probably out saving the world, so leave a message and me and my awesome self will get back to you as soon as possible! Later!Francis manages to sigh before the beep that signals recording. “Alfred, it’s Francis. Listen, I…I’m sorry about my earlier message. I don’t understand why you didn’t come to pick me up, but I’m sure you had your reasons. Just…I’ve taken a taxi, I’m about thirty seconds away from your house, so we’ll just talk then, okay? I’ll see you soon
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If You Need to Crash [2/?]
anonymous
December 15 2009, 02:50:30 UTC
His fountain pen ink makes a huge blot on some official document or other; the shadows beneath his eyes are so deep and dark that Francis thinks that if Alfred opened his eyes, his beautiful blue irises would be sunk so deep inside of them that he’d only see the darkness of his eye sockets.
And God, when did Alfred get so thin?
His mind doesn’t get a chance to construct an answer as Alfred flinches again, draws a black line down the middle of that important paper, and whimpers again. A little louder, a little more terrified, and Francis is by Alfred’s side in a second, shaking his shoulder, his fingers tight in grip.
“Alfred…Alfred!”
“I’m sorry!” Alfred shouts; he sits bolt upright, making Francis start back with a squawk. Alfred’s gaze flits about the room, wild and scared. But that fear does not go away when the gaze lands on Francis; if anything, it goes wider and more terrified. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m -“Alfred
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D-Don't mind OP while she does a dance around the room, squeeing and grinning forever.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING! DDD: *Loves all over* Marriage get? This is so... ;w; eeeeeeeeeeeeeee awesome! Gah. Poor Alfred! and Francis! Can't wait for more. ~ *So happy now*
If You Need to Crash [3/?]
anonymous
December 15 2009, 20:22:06 UTC
He pauses, and then walks across the room and shuts the office door, as well. His hand lingers on the knob, trying to make the room behind the oak disappear, so that when he tries to push it open he’ll only meet solid wall and nothingness
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If You Need to Crash [4/?]
anonymous
December 16 2009, 23:09:42 UTC
Alfred blinks, and Francis smiles a little as he watches him think. It’s always so endearing to watch Alfred as the cogs turn in his head, the way his mouth purses together as he makes connections and learns
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omg awwwww. ;w; Just guhh. Francis is so sweet. <3 It's wonderful to see such a side to him. Thanks so much again filleranon! I can't wait for more. <3
Re: If You Need to Crash [4/?]
anonymous
January 9 2010, 14:11:03 UTC
Oh, this was lovely, especially the part with America admitting his nightmares, and France being so hurt that he would be in ANY of them. I look forward to the next chapter anon!
In the meantime, since I usually have theme music in mind for fics I write, the title comes from Crash and Burn by Savage Garden.
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Francis’s annoyance starts fading to worry when Alfred refuses to pick up his phone for the fifth time.
“’Sup? Hero here! I’m probably out saving the world, so leave a message and me and my awesome self will get back to you as soon as possible! Later!Francis manages to sigh before the beep that signals recording. “Alfred, it’s Francis. Listen, I…I’m sorry about my earlier message. I don’t understand why you didn’t come to pick me up, but I’m sure you had your reasons. Just…I’ve taken a taxi, I’m about thirty seconds away from your house, so we’ll just talk then, okay? I’ll see you soon ( ... )
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And God, when did Alfred get so thin?
His mind doesn’t get a chance to construct an answer as Alfred flinches again, draws a black line down the middle of that important paper, and whimpers again. A little louder, a little more terrified, and Francis is by Alfred’s side in a second, shaking his shoulder, his fingers tight in grip.
“Alfred…Alfred!”
“I’m sorry!” Alfred shouts; he sits bolt upright, making Francis start back with a squawk. Alfred’s gaze flits about the room, wild and scared. But that fear does not go away when the gaze lands on Francis; if anything, it goes wider and more terrified. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m -“Alfred ( ... )
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Looking forward to the next installment!
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING! DDD: *Loves all over* Marriage get?
This is so... ;w; eeeeeeeeeeeeeee awesome! Gah. Poor Alfred! and Francis!
Can't wait for more. ~ *So happy now*
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And you get major props for making eating clam chowder sensual. Clam chowder!
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Thanks so much again filleranon! I can't wait for more. <3
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