The Prologue [1/?]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 01:44:51 UTC
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England wakes to a gun pointing at his forehead. He follows it to a leather-clad arm to the slant of a smiling chin to a boy’s eyes.
He closes his eyes for two seconds and opens them. The barrel is still there, and he thinks, perhaps inappropriately, that the morning sunlight surrounding it makes it look almost holy.
England inhales very deeply before saying, “Good morning, America.”
“Hey, England,” says America. “Did you know that you sleep really soundly? I mean, I’ve been sitting here for the past half hour waiting for you to wake up and I think I have a cramp in my thigh, you know, how does that even work
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The Prologue [2/?]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 01:47:41 UTC
It’s a long-running joke between them, ever since World War II when America joined him and the other three at last. But it’s just eerie here, and England doesn’t touch the drink.
He tears his eyes from America. “What are you planning, Alfred?”
America shrugs and takes a swig from England’s glass. “Mm, Tropicana. And uh, I don’t really know. I was thinking we could catch a couple movies-Life of Pi just came out, you know, and the book was awesome-and then go see that new Smithso-“
The Prologue [3/3]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 01:51:13 UTC
He does. Something tentacled is still oiling his lungs, though. Because the thought occurs to him, over and over again as he retches over the patio fence-this is what I’ve made, this what I’ve made, this is what I’ve made.
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“They’re very endearing, of course, especially when they want to kill you,” France said, “but there still remains that problem.”4
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Re: The Prologue [3/3]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 17:49:42 UTC
Really really good. I often do not read empire fic, esp. with America and Russia (they are kind of repetitive), but this fic is really unique and well written. Definitely bookmarked.
“Oh, Arthur,” said France loudly. “I am trying to be very French here, and you are interrupting.”
Oh, I love those moments when Francis trying to be French :D
England wakes to a gun pointing at his forehead. He follows it to a leather-clad arm to the slant of a smiling chin to a boy’s eyes.
He closes his eyes for two seconds and opens them. The barrel is still there, and he thinks, perhaps inappropriately, that the morning sunlight surrounding it makes it look almost holy.
England inhales very deeply before saying, “Good morning, America.”
“Hey, England,” says America. “Did you know that you sleep really soundly? I mean, I’ve been sitting here for the past half hour waiting for you to wake up and I think I have a cramp in my thigh, you know, how does that even work ( ... )
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He tears his eyes from America. “What are you planning, Alfred?”
America shrugs and takes a swig from England’s glass. “Mm, Tropicana. And uh, I don’t really know. I was thinking we could catch a couple movies-Life of Pi just came out, you know, and the book was awesome-and then go see that new Smithso-“
“What are you planning, Alfred ( ... )
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“They’re very endearing, of course, especially when they want to kill you,” France said, “but there still remains that problem.”4 ( ... )
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“Oh, Arthur,” said France loudly. “I am trying to be very French here, and you are interrupting.”
Oh, I love those moments when Francis trying to be French :D
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he oftens succeeds at it, no? :D
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“Like an apocalypse movie, you know, like The Day After Tomorrow or something, except this is way more awesome-“
Canada ;__;
The fae are gone
What does it say about me that this hit the hardest?
And there is Russia, of course. Russia, the hero.
Oh wow.
“I am trying to be very French here, and you are interrupting.”
FRANCE ILU SO MUCH
--and you too, author-anon. Teasing and all.
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...that french line? MY FAVORITE ONE TO WRITE. teeheee ♥
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