part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [13/?]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 09:02:37 UTC
France’s fleeting glance, downcast gaze confirms all but it’s not what he already knows that he wants to discuss rather- he shifts a little in his seat, arms, clasped. Blue sofas, France’s house. The smell of roses, Canada wonders who really tends to the rose garden here. As appreciative France is of the beautiful it is one thing to appreciate and another to tend to
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part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [14/?]
anonymous
July 6 2010, 09:03:12 UTC
America- when he’d asked about this (“How do you think we’d look?”), had grown stubble with him when they were young, he’d still been part of England and America a nation- they’d rubbed their fingers over the other’s, rubbed those whiskered cheeks against one another, comparing growth speed, colour and texture. England had visited once during this experiment. America had promptly shaved it off after he’d seen it, became irritated and was gone. Deriving a certain pleasure in every little crease of England’s brow
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Augh, all those little snippets of the past are heart-breaking enough, but I still feel so bad for Canada-- And now France, too! Canada, who was unable to stop what was happening or even able to say anything -- he still has that kind of "I know something you don't know, and it's even more horrible than you could imagine" feeling. France, entirely unknowing. And neither able to fix the present or future, either. >_< Although I'm looking forward to France kicking some ass, either literally or metaphorically. *cheers big brother France on*
That last line is a tiny piece of heart-break, but this is just gorgeous:
Under the covers, it’s cold, but big brother is there to warm him in a gentle embrace, as drifting and soft, they fell to slumber, to dream. Canada does not fear ghosts or monsters in the dark where he’s found peace and comfort in anticipation of another day (there must be night for day to come) unlike America who cries at any small sound, any small indication of movement, shadow that is or is not there. Monsters to eat
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Re: part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [14/?]
anonymous
July 7 2010, 02:06:32 UTC
You... you're back! *sobs in happiness*
When I saw this on the Fill list, I immediately went back and reread the previous parts then this new part. I crave more now!
Gosh, shit's really going to hit the fan after this part, isn't it? France's reaction was so wonderfully written. It wasn't written as being over the top, and just perfect.
My favorite part was this paragraph:
Under the covers, it’s cold, but big brother is there to warm him in a gentle embrace, as drifting and soft, they fell to slumber, to dream. Canada does not fear ghosts or monsters in the dark where he’s found peace and comfort in anticipation of another day (there must be night for day to come) unlike America who cries at any small sound, any small indication of movement, shadow that is or is not there. Monsters to eat him, ghosts to haunt him. America fears the dark, for what it brings to him is not the same as what it brings to Canada.
Re: part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [14/?]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 09:09:04 UTC
OMG I'm so happy your back!! oh wow.. this is so sad.. and the last part. whoa! ow my heart, but I love you for it.<3 why does America's personality fit so well with this it's becoming my head cannon. I think I'm going to cry.. poor America. ;_; why are you so amazing Author!Anon?
Re: part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [14/?]
anonymous
August 2 2010, 06:41:32 UTC
I only just found this while perusing the recs list and read everything in one go, and I'm kind of overwhelmed by the richness of emotions and your style. You've given me an ache I'm not sure I want to shake off. Amazing.
part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [16/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 06:22:02 UTC
America rolls onto his back, clutching at one of the toy soldiers he’d been in the middle of moving. Smiling a little, in the way one does when they don’t quite understand (rather not), even with the cool of the doorknob slipping from comprehension in England’s mind he can still make out the barest little hint of teeth as America bites his lips, should he say? America is bold
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part 10 ; Sing Sung Songs [18/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 06:33:26 UTC
“Y-You only-”
He can feel America’s moist face buried against his throat now, lips accidentally catching at his collarbone as England rocks back onto his bottom and pushes America up and down his cock, tight and hot all around-
“-only need me don’t you America?”
England isn’t really expecting an answer though he’d like one, satisfied as he usually is with America mewling and grinding against him, his little face screwed up in pain and pleasure or one or the other is enough-
“Yes,” America tells him, voice high pitched as England nudges against his prostate and he comes jerking and shamefully against England’s stomach, England coming soon after- he is jittery and overjoyed- kissing America all over in the most gentle he’s ever been since they’d first met (and England had been timid “Do you not like it?” he’d asked then too, but America had loved it, loved whatever attention England would give him until…) touches at America’s dripping cock with his hand right on to smear with it all the come he can and when he does bends to lap at
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... I'm going to reread everything before I read this, but welcome back. ♥~
Duuuuuude, Captcha is excited too: "breakthrough fondled" D:
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That last line is a tiny piece of heart-break, but this is just gorgeous:
Under the covers, it’s cold, but big brother is there to warm him in a gentle embrace, as drifting and soft, they fell to slumber, to dream. Canada does not fear ghosts or monsters in the dark where he’s found peace and comfort in anticipation of another day (there must be night for day to come) unlike America who cries at any small sound, any small indication of movement, shadow that is or is not there. Monsters to eat ( ... )
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When I saw this on the Fill list, I immediately went back and reread the previous parts then this new part. I crave more now!
Gosh, shit's really going to hit the fan after this part, isn't it? France's reaction was so wonderfully written. It wasn't written as being over the top, and just perfect.
My favorite part was this paragraph:
Under the covers, it’s cold, but big brother is there to warm him in a gentle embrace, as drifting and soft, they fell to slumber, to dream. Canada does not fear ghosts or monsters in the dark where he’s found peace and comfort in anticipation of another day (there must be night for day to come) unlike America who cries at any small sound, any small indication of movement, shadow that is or is not there. Monsters to eat him, ghosts to haunt him. America fears the dark, for what it brings to him is not the same as what it brings to Canada.
Oh... it really pulls at my heart. America... ;_;
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oh wow.. this is so sad.. and the last part. whoa! ow my heart, but I love you for it.<3 why does America's personality fit so well with this it's becoming my head cannon. I think I'm going to cry.. poor America. ;_; why are you so amazing Author!Anon?
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(Wanna join me in stalking this thread? :D)
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T-THIS FILL. I THINK I'M GOING TO CRY NOW, ANON.
p-please more... I'm such a sucker for angst and trauma and heartbreak...
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He can feel America’s moist face buried against his throat now, lips accidentally catching at his collarbone as England rocks back onto his bottom and pushes America up and down his cock, tight and hot all around-
“-only need me don’t you America?”
England isn’t really expecting an answer though he’d like one, satisfied as he usually is with America mewling and grinding against him, his little face screwed up in pain and pleasure or one or the other is enough-
“Yes,” America tells him, voice high pitched as England nudges against his prostate and he comes jerking and shamefully against England’s stomach, England coming soon after- he is jittery and overjoyed- kissing America all over in the most gentle he’s ever been since they’d first met (and England had been timid “Do you not like it?” he’d asked then too, but America had loved it, loved whatever attention England would give him until…) touches at America’s dripping cock with his hand right on to smear with it all the come he can and when he does bends to lap at ( ... )
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