Re: Days part 3
anonymous
January 3 2010, 21:26:32 UTC
The plane ride to DC was surreal. The plane was small but luxurious and Arthur spent the whole flight curled up in one of the large, plush seats. His wrists had been tied together loosely with a strip of cloth that, if he wasn’t wounded and exhausted from fighting Russia off, wouldn’t have proved to be much of a restraint. Alfred sat across from him, snacking on a bag of potato chips as he gazed out the window. Once in awhile, Alfred tried talking to him, but Arthur ignored him and focused instead on the growing ache inside him as American troops advanced deeper into his lands
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Days Part 4/?
anonymous
January 13 2010, 03:25:24 UTC
III.Visiting
“Get out.”
Alfred stood in the doorway of his kitchen, expression livid as he stared at the two blondes seated by the small table. His gaze fixed on the taller of the two, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Get out,” he repeated quietly. Arthur had ignored Alfred for the last two weeks, but here he was, happily chatting away with Matthew. Since when had Arthur ever paid Matthew, paid anyone, more attention than him?
His brother shifted anxiously under his glare, glancing from Arthur back to him. “I had to see him,” he finally said. “I had to see if it was true.”
Alfred strode into the kitchen and brushed off Arthur’s angry protests as he grabbed the Brit by his arm and yanked him out of his seat. He kept his eyes on Matthew though, unaware of just how tight his fingers were around Arthur’s thin arm. “See if what was true?” he hissed, voice coming out sharper than he had intended
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Days Part 5/?
anonymous
January 13 2010, 03:31:01 UTC
“Just… let me show you…” Alfred said in a low voice. His hands trembled as he explored the lines of Arthur’s chest, thumbs brushing curiously against each scar marring his pale skin
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And hurray for Arthur punching Alfred!
Not sure if you're planning more parts, but like above anon, I really hope there's more!
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And I love yandere!Alfred~
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Ah, Arthur. You are in deep shite.
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Holy-- YES. Yesyesyes.
Oh, this is awesome, authornon. I'll be stalking this waiting for more. <3
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“Get out.”
Alfred stood in the doorway of his kitchen, expression livid as he stared at the two blondes seated by the small table. His gaze fixed on the taller of the two, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Get out,” he repeated quietly. Arthur had ignored Alfred for the last two weeks, but here he was, happily chatting away with Matthew. Since when had Arthur ever paid Matthew, paid anyone, more attention than him?
His brother shifted anxiously under his glare, glancing from Arthur back to him. “I had to see him,” he finally said. “I had to see if it was true.”
Alfred strode into the kitchen and brushed off Arthur’s angry protests as he grabbed the Brit by his arm and yanked him out of his seat. He kept his eyes on Matthew though, unaware of just how tight his fingers were around Arthur’s thin arm. “See if what was true?” he hissed, voice coming out sharper than he had intended ( ... )
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possessive!dark!America is so my kink...
though i should have felt sad for Arthur
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