Xiphoid (1/3)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 19:44:46 UTC
Part 7: This anon fancies the idea that America and Canada were conjoined twins until the European nations found and separated them (possibly against their will?). I'd like a fic dealing with this, please ^^ How exactly they were conjoined, whether they remember being conjoined or not, all these details are up to Authornon. It can be angsty, or more lighthearted.
I ADORE AmCan, so if it ends in that, hoorah! But if you can't make it work, that's cool too ^^
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.2010.
Matthew laughed as Alfred pushed him back onto the bed, didn't stop when Alfred covered his mouth with his. Alfred grinned in response, tasting warm beer and Matthew and it should have been gross, but he'd dreaming of this for years. No more need to jerk off to fantasies, wondering what Matthew would feel like, taste like, smell like above-below-inside him, he could know.
If he'd known all it would take to get Matthew into his bed was a hockey game and a fantastic overtime goal, he'd have done this years ago. He didn't even mind that it was the Sabres versus the
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Xiphoid (2/3)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 19:47:09 UTC
Matt nodded, slid away to strip down to his boxers. Alfred shucked his jeans & Texas and climbed under the covers, his toes finding the warm spot while he held the sheets up for Matt. Matt flicked off the light then settled against him, face to face and chest to chest, and how could he ever have forgotten this? Forgotten the way they aligned?
Half an hour later Alfred still couldn't sleep, mind turning in circles; at least Matt didn't seem to have trouble-
"Al?" he whispered.
-Sleeping. "Yeah?"
"Is it bad if I still want you?"
He took a breath, let it out. "Only if it's bad that I still want you too."
"Oh." He touched their noses together. "Okay then."
Sleep came easy after that.
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.2009."-So then Niels came in, wondered what the smell from my half of the room was from. He searched the luggage and founds Feliciano's oregano. Then he went to Christiana and accused her of-" Lukas cut off as the server brought their plates - coated chicken and salad, tonight
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Xiphoid (3/3, END)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 19:48:52 UTC
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Francis looked down at the custards. "Is this really a good idea, Arthur?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "You're having second thoughts now?"
"Not so much 'second thoughts,' as concerns about the necessity of this."
"We agreed that having the two colonies bound together so tightly was both unnatural and useless." He sprinkled the last of the crystals over the two dishes. "Everything's already in place."
"I know, I simply-" He sighed, extended his hand. "I'll take them in."
"As you like."
The twins smiled at him as he entered the dining room, Alfred bouncing on his side of the bench.
"You made dessert too!"
Matthew didn't seem bothered by the way Alfred's movement stretched the band of skin between them; he never did. "Francis never lets Arthur cook, remember
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Re: Xiphoid (3/3, END)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 20:43:21 UTC
Anon, this was the perfect combination of adorable and heartbreaking, and at the end I was relieved to learn that the twins didn't remember except in little indications like the almonds = cyanide poisoning.
Good job anon! You've left at least one reader happily pleased by this fic.
Re: Xiphoid (3/3, END)
anonymous
November 5 2010, 21:40:47 UTC
What a touching story! I love how you wrote this in reverse chronological order, especially the first scene when they were comparing scars and stories. Great job, anon!!
Re: Xiphoid (3/3, END)
anonymous
November 6 2010, 04:01:45 UTC
Poor lads! This was lovely though, and I too love the reverse order in which you wrote it in. The part about the almonds was fantastic too! I also liked that France was the one questioning the necessity of it; it seems to fit.
I know this fill is complete but if you ever care to attempt it, I would certainly love to see a continuation/expansion of this some day!
Re: Xiphoid (3/3, END)
anonymous
November 6 2010, 05:35:31 UTC
Wow. This is extremely powerful. The thing about the almonds... when I first read it I kind of wondered if it had to do with cyanide, but I never would have guessed the way it was used. Chilling!
H-holy shit, this is my request! I had completely given up on this ever being filled =D What an awesome thing to wake up to!
Man, this is kinda chilling! But also really cute! The little details you put in it were awesome, like the thing with the almonds? Really tied it together.
=D It's nice that they weren't deeply traumatized.
THANK YOU SO MUCH AUTHORNON! I really love this story!
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anonymous
November 14 2010, 22:34:46 UTC
I'm really glad you like it! (And that you're still around! XD) I had a lot of fun with this, and I'm happy it all worked out for people - the topic, the order, everything. ♥
So thanks again to OP for the prompt, and to OP and anons for your comments!
I ADORE AmCan, so if it ends in that, hoorah! But if you can't make it work, that's cool too ^^
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.2010.
Matthew laughed as Alfred pushed him back onto the bed, didn't stop when Alfred covered his mouth with his. Alfred grinned in response, tasting warm beer and Matthew and it should have been gross, but he'd dreaming of this for years. No more need to jerk off to fantasies, wondering what Matthew would feel like, taste like, smell like above-below-inside him, he could know.
If he'd known all it would take to get Matthew into his bed was a hockey game and a fantastic overtime goal, he'd have done this years ago. He didn't even mind that it was the Sabres versus the ( ... )
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Half an hour later Alfred still couldn't sleep, mind turning in circles; at least Matt didn't seem to have trouble-
"Al?" he whispered.
-Sleeping. "Yeah?"
"Is it bad if I still want you?"
He took a breath, let it out. "Only if it's bad that I still want you too."
"Oh." He touched their noses together. "Okay then."
Sleep came easy after that.
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.2009."-So then Niels came in, wondered what the smell from my half of the room was from. He searched the luggage and founds Feliciano's oregano. Then he went to Christiana and accused her of-" Lukas cut off as the server brought their plates - coated chicken and salad, tonight ( ... )
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Francis looked down at the custards. "Is this really a good idea, Arthur?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "You're having second thoughts now?"
"Not so much 'second thoughts,' as concerns about the necessity of this."
"We agreed that having the two colonies bound together so tightly was both unnatural and useless." He sprinkled the last of the crystals over the two dishes. "Everything's already in place."
"I know, I simply-" He sighed, extended his hand. "I'll take them in."
"As you like."
The twins smiled at him as he entered the dining room, Alfred bouncing on his side of the bench.
"You made dessert too!"
Matthew didn't seem bothered by the way Alfred's movement stretched the band of skin between them; he never did. "Francis never lets Arthur cook, remember ( ... )
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Good job anon! You've left at least one reader happily pleased by this fic.
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I know this fill is complete but if you ever care to attempt it, I would certainly love to see a continuation/expansion of this some day!
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Man, this is kinda chilling! But also really cute! The little details you put in it were awesome, like the thing with the almonds? Really tied it together.
=D It's nice that they weren't deeply traumatized.
THANK YOU SO MUCH AUTHORNON! I really love this story!
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So thanks again to OP for the prompt, and to OP and anons for your comments!
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