[Part 10] His Father's Eyes
anonymous
September 21 2010, 01:29:08 UTC
His Father's Eyes is a companion story to my previous fill for this prompt, Blue Blanket (link below)- it's the same story, from England's point of view this time.
Warnings include mention of rape, flashbacks of rape, male pregnancy, light child abuse, child neglect, psychological trauma, foul language, and various other not-fun things. Contains FrUK as well.
His Father's Eyes [1a/?]
anonymous
September 21 2010, 01:32:56 UTC
Arthur woke to hands on him.
He would have lashed out, if he could, but he was simply too weak. He hadn't even the strength to open his eyes. He was drained, drained from days of fighting and... something else.
“Calm down, old man, it's just me.” A voice said nearby. Australia's voice. Safe.
He relaxed, exhaling with relief. “What happened?” He asked. “Where am I?”
“Still on Crete, mate.” Australia said cheerfully. “Don't worry, Cunningham's getting us a boat to take you home.”
“Admiral Cunningham.” Arthur corrected, frowning, though he was fairly certain Australia only did that to annoy him. “How long have I been out? What's happening
( ... )
Re: His Father's Eyes [1b/?]
anonymous
September 21 2010, 01:34:40 UTC
Arthur sighed, looking back at Greece. “I'm sorry.” He said. “We couldn't hold Crete.”
“You tried.” Greece said with a shrug.
“We failed.”
“But you tried. Now go home, rest up, and try again somewhere else. You'll probably succeed.”
Arthur bit his lip, then drew himself up and saluted. “God be with you, Greece.” He said quietly. “I'll see you when we win this war.”
Greece smiled and saluted back in a way that from anyone else would be offensive in its halfheartedness, but was really just the essence of Greece's character. “To victory, then.”
Arthur let his hand drop and turned. He was sore and hurt, dehydrated, underfed, and weak, but he walked down the dock with his head up. He was retreating, but some day the favor would be returned. This war would be his, even if this battle had been Germany's. He would allow no other outcome.
The Battle for Crete, referenced in this chapter, was a decisive(ish) German victory against British, Greek, New Zealand, and Australian troops on the Greek isle of Crete. It lasted
( ... )
His Father's Eyes [2a/?]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 21:11:42 UTC
The ship was crowded, and the journey to Egypt seemed to take an eternity. Arthur was exhausted, but barely slept- it seemed no sooner did he close his eyes than they were open again, staring about wildly, as if he expected to be ambushed at any moment, even among his own men and in presumably safe waters. If he managed an hour's rest a night, he counted himself lucky and spent the rest of the watch at the rail, tensely scanning the horizon
( ... )
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 23:36:03 UTC
Heartbreaking; in a way, even more than Blue Blanket because we were spared this, and the rest is coming, what we already knew. So this is an "and on top of..." to the other. God, poor Arthur. I like how subtly you suggest that he's not even aware he's repressing memories and consciousness of what's happened to him. I also like the context of this, and god! The FrUK is very lovely too, not only friends but comrades in arms, which is exactly where I believe these two finally fell in love. The constant comparison made me realise that all the men important in Arthur's life seem to be blond-haired, blue-eyed, mm?
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 28 2010, 22:54:17 UTC
One thing that intrigued me while reading Blue Blanket was Francis' part in it, standing somewhere between sidelines and backstage, knowing but powerless to do anything to help anyone involved. Even if their previous relationship was unspecified at that point, his open affection for Arthur and Arthur's harsh rejection of it was heartbreaking then, and even more so now when it's clear what they lost.
Blue Blanket had me aching for Peter and Arthur, and I hope we will be seeing more of Francis, too, in this. Simply because the space he occupied in the first story fascinated me something terribly.
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 28 2010, 23:43:17 UTC
See, like, the thing about anonymous posting is that I totally can't remember whether that Poland!anon was me. I'm pretty sure it was, but still~ it's probably cuz I'm SoCalian :D ...except...I roleplay Belarus. -whistles awkwardly-
Ah well~ do update soon, this was like, totes epic. And I shall review from here-on with a valley-girl accent, just cuz you liked it so much. ;D
Warnings include mention of rape, flashbacks of rape, male pregnancy, light child abuse, child neglect, psychological trauma, foul language, and various other not-fun things. Contains FrUK as well.
Original Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=30447941#t30447941
Blue Blanket: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=35503685#t35503685
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He would have lashed out, if he could, but he was simply too weak. He hadn't even the strength to open his eyes. He was drained, drained from days of fighting and... something else.
“Calm down, old man, it's just me.” A voice said nearby. Australia's voice. Safe.
He relaxed, exhaling with relief. “What happened?” He asked. “Where am I?”
“Still on Crete, mate.” Australia said cheerfully. “Don't worry, Cunningham's getting us a boat to take you home.”
“Admiral Cunningham.” Arthur corrected, frowning, though he was fairly certain Australia only did that to annoy him. “How long have I been out? What's happening ( ... )
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“You tried.” Greece said with a shrug.
“We failed.”
“But you tried. Now go home, rest up, and try again somewhere else. You'll probably succeed.”
Arthur bit his lip, then drew himself up and saluted. “God be with you, Greece.” He said quietly. “I'll see you when we win this war.”
Greece smiled and saluted back in a way that from anyone else would be offensive in its halfheartedness, but was really just the essence of Greece's character. “To victory, then.”
Arthur let his hand drop and turned. He was sore and hurt, dehydrated, underfed, and weak, but he walked down the dock with his head up. He was retreating, but some day the favor would be returned. This war would be his, even if this battle had been Germany's. He would allow no other outcome.
The Battle for Crete, referenced in this chapter, was a decisive(ish) German victory against British, Greek, New Zealand, and Australian troops on the Greek isle of Crete. It lasted ( ... )
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A sequel? Oh lordy I think I love you.
Doubly so for mentioning Australia and New Zealand.
*Stalks updates*
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Thanks for writing a companion piece, please update soon!
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<3
... That really was Poland, wasn't it? :D
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And its only the beginning, too. Can't wait to see where this goes, authoranon.
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Blue Blanket had me aching for Peter and Arthur, and I hope we will be seeing more of Francis, too, in this. Simply because the space he occupied in the first story fascinated me something terribly.
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...except...I roleplay Belarus.
-whistles awkwardly-
Ah well~ do update soon, this was like, totes epic. And I shall review from here-on with a valley-girl accent, just cuz you liked it so much. ;D
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