Eidetic [2a/?]
anonymous
January 30 2010, 05:03:39 UTC
So, puppy!authoranon was thinking about it last night, and he's not really sure if he could write it in the five stages of grief. He can probably write it pertaining to those, but not.. in that order. Sorry? D:! And here's chapter twoooo.
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England didn't realize just how tightly he'd been holding his phone until Feliciano let out a strangled cry, and it snapped in half. It was like the Italian had unlocked a door or gate of some sort and suddenly the room was in chaos.
"W-what!?"
What had just happened?
"This is a joke, right?"
England didn't know what to think.
"This is a horrible joke, if it is!"
That was all fake, right?
"What the fuck is going on?!"
America didn't just.. do...
"Did America just...?"
H-He couldn't have! England's eyes widened in terror for a split second, something biting at his heart and nipping at this conscience because what did America just do. It had to be a sick joke, it had to be. And that blinking green word in the corner was not helping. At all. It only made him feel more and more nauseous
( ... )
Eidetic [2b/?]
anonymous
January 30 2010, 05:04:28 UTC
The meeting adjourned, so that things pertaining to the sight just witnessed could be cleared up.
England spent most of this time leaning over in his chair, his fingers laced together and knuckles pressed against his forehead.
Keep your eyes down, England. Don't look at the screen. Don't look at his body. Don't.
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It was forty-five minutes later that England heard shouts. But not from the meeting room, it was the screen that they had left up in case anything had happened. He finally looked up and watched the screen. It was the same as it had last been, Alfred's body laying unmoving ll of a sudden, Matthew burst through the door.
The streaming audio skipped at the loud noise, and Matthew rushed over to Alfred. Some of the nations had left the room to call people, but the ones in the room leaned over to watch. Most of them had finally accepted the fact that this was not a joke, and most of them didn't have the guilt of something this huge in their hearts
( ... )
Re: Eidetic [2b/?]
anonymous
February 1 2010, 02:39:21 UTC
Sad anon is incredibly sad. The thought of dying with the belief that your whole life was a fuckup is depressing enough by itself without applying it to someone like America. (And his character notes mention that he's so into hero stories and fairy tales that he's sure his story will end happily too. Baaaaaw.)
England's making me sad too. They just don't realize their mistake until it's far too late.
Re: Eidetic [2b/?]
anonymous
February 4 2010, 05:18:06 UTC
Gotta agree with the above anon on Alfred's death. Dear God, killing yourself because you believe the world literally would be better off without you is sad enough on its own. And Alfred's so broken, he just can't visualize any other way for this to end. ;_;
I don't know whether to feel bad for Arthur, or if I want to hit him in the jaw with a heavy and blunt object. He had all that time to realize what he did was excessive and uncalled for, and he doesn't realize it until it's too late.
reCaptcha says: others maul. I really hope the others (expecially Canada) maul those rapists jerks for what they did. They deserve it SFM.
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England didn't realize just how tightly he'd been holding his phone until Feliciano let out a strangled cry, and it snapped in half. It was like the Italian had unlocked a door or gate of some sort and suddenly the room was in chaos.
"W-what!?"
What had just happened?
"This is a joke, right?"
England didn't know what to think.
"This is a horrible joke, if it is!"
That was all fake, right?
"What the fuck is going on?!"
America didn't just.. do...
"Did America just...?"
H-He couldn't have! England's eyes widened in terror for a split second, something biting at his heart and nipping at this conscience because what did America just do. It had to be a sick joke, it had to be. And that blinking green word in the corner was not helping. At all. It only made him feel more and more nauseous ( ... )
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England spent most of this time leaning over in his chair, his fingers laced together and knuckles pressed against his forehead.
Keep your eyes down, England. Don't look at the screen. Don't look at his body. Don't.
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It was forty-five minutes later that England heard shouts. But not from the meeting room, it was the screen that they had left up in case anything had happened. He finally looked up and watched the screen. It was the same as it had last been, Alfred's body laying unmoving ll of a sudden, Matthew burst through the door.
The streaming audio skipped at the loud noise, and Matthew rushed over to Alfred. Some of the nations had left the room to call people, but the ones in the room leaned over to watch. Most of them had finally accepted the fact that this was not a joke, and most of them didn't have the guilt of something this huge in their hearts ( ... )
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Wow, you're fast! Not that I'm complaining! ;)
I love how utterly torn Arthur is feeling, and I love even more that he's a scared of Matt right now. I can't wait for the eventual confrontation.
Don't worry too much about not adhering to the "five stages" bonus word for word, just as long as it follows the basic premise.
Keep up the great work!
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YOU ARE AMAZING
THIS IS AMAZING
FFFFFFF
You just made my dayyyyyy <3
I CAN'T WAIT TO READ MORE
(could you tell me when you update this? xD /fails at keeping up with meme fics)
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England's making me sad too. They just don't realize their mistake until it's far too late.
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I don't know whether to feel bad for Arthur, or if I want to hit him in the jaw with a heavy and blunt object. He had all that time to realize what he did was excessive and uncalled for, and he doesn't realize it until it's too late.
reCaptcha says: others maul. I really hope the others (expecially Canada) maul those rapists jerks for what they did. They deserve it SFM.
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