[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 [3a/?]
anonymous
October 25 2010, 06:57:20 UTC
Firstly, let me apologize for the delay in getting this chapter up- I had some difficulties with getting the voice right for the historical figure being introduced below, one Sir Winston S. Churchill.
One does not do disservice to Winston Churchill. There are people out there who will find you if you do. >.>
The trip to the coast and across the waves to England seemed to pass in the blinking of an eye, as if to make up for how long the first half of the journey had been. He remained in his cabin, not eating, only speaking to his aide and the Captain when necessary
( ... )
His Father's Eyes [3b/?]
anonymous
October 25 2010, 07:00:54 UTC
Crete.
Greece, Crete, gunfire and dust and blue sky and blue eyes. Teeth in his shoulder, hands pinning him, stones in his spine and pain and-
“I feel ill.” Arthur barely recognized his own voice, so weak and shaking.
Winston reached down, lifting a rubbish bin and holding it out, and Arthur took it gratefully, vomiting up the contents of his stomach.
Crete.
Blue eyes.
Germany.
On Crete, with his men. An ambush. He remembered now- they'd been too close for gunfire, and the heat and dust and madness of endless fighting, watching the children of his land die to protect him, who could not be killed... It had proved too much, and he'd thrown himself at Germany. He remembered that, remembered his knife against Germany's rifle, then hand-to-hand, then...
Then only blue sky and pain, and primal fear at the naked animal rage in Germany's eyes.
He was with child. Germany's child.
He could not truthfully remember a thing for the rest of that day- his next memory, clear or no, was of the following morning, being presented
( ... )
Re: His Father's Eyes [3b/?]
anonymous
October 26 2010, 19:27:08 UTC
there are people who will happily question Churchill's deeds as a politician after WWII, but I see what you mean
I really feel rather bad about how much I'm looking forward to seeing Arthur dealing with the pregnancy, because while I know it will most likely be terrible, I'm also of the breed who is into mpreg mostly for the mindfuck factor. (and, I confess, in this case also baby!Sealand)
Poland!Anon squees with pride at being recognised by an epic author c':
anonymous
October 28 2010, 04:46:29 UTC
-flips hair dramatically- Like, totally. /shot
God, this was absolutely amazing. This is epic win, dammit, epic fucking winnnn.
Did you know that FUCK is one of the few words in the English language that can be used as any sentence part, like an infix? /shot for over-Wikipedia-ing, what has over-Wikipedia-ing done to us?!
But anyway! Please please please please please update again soon, I've been really good lately and haven't picked on anyone or stolen their lunch money or purposefully panty-shotted anyone for weeks! Please write more epic emo!England?? :DDDD
GIOLKSDJGLISKHGIOERDLKG I'M STILL TAKEN ABACK BY HOW EPIC THIS IS
DAMMIT
MY SOCALIAN ACCENT CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE THIS AWESOMENESS
His Father's Eyes [4a/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 08:11:02 UTC
The nurse's name was Abigail. She nagged at Arthur constantly, badgering him to eat and rest. This was all some great miracle to her, it seemed
( ... )
His Father's Eyes [4b/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 08:14:08 UTC
He wasn't there for the declaration of the United Nations. He lay in his sickroom, eyes closed, numbed by heavy anesthesia while Abigail held his hand and the doctors, not entirely sure what they were doing, performed the first - known - Caesarian section operation on a man
( ... )
Re: His Father's Eyes [4b/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 09:47:40 UTC
i am so bored out tdy and when I saw that this was update, it was a respite from boredom.... and i just felt so gutted and wrenched for poor poor arthur, oh dear, i just wanna cry for him too T_T
Re: His Father's Eyes [4b/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 12:55:52 UTC
D: wow, authoranon, that was really great, but also sad. I think you portrayed Arthur's feelings very well in this, though I was surprised that Peter was born so soon. Either way, I can't wait to see what happens next.
Re: His Father's Eyes [4b/?]
anonymous
November 8 2010, 01:10:01 UTC
Oh, this chapter aches in that low-key suffering of it, of Abigail trying to make Arthur love the child and Arthur only wanting to pretend it isn't there. Also, the brevity of this chapter really adds to the feeling of disconnection that Arthur seems to be going through. Great job, anon.
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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One does not do disservice to Winston Churchill. There are people out there who will find you if you do. >.>
The trip to the coast and across the waves to England seemed to pass in the blinking of an eye, as if to make up for how long the first half of the journey had been. He remained in his cabin, not eating, only speaking to his aide and the Captain when necessary ( ... )
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Greece, Crete, gunfire and dust and blue sky and blue eyes. Teeth in his shoulder, hands pinning him, stones in his spine and pain and-
“I feel ill.” Arthur barely recognized his own voice, so weak and shaking.
Winston reached down, lifting a rubbish bin and holding it out, and Arthur took it gratefully, vomiting up the contents of his stomach.
Crete.
Blue eyes.
Germany.
On Crete, with his men. An ambush. He remembered now- they'd been too close for gunfire, and the heat and dust and madness of endless fighting, watching the children of his land die to protect him, who could not be killed... It had proved too much, and he'd thrown himself at Germany. He remembered that, remembered his knife against Germany's rifle, then hand-to-hand, then...
Then only blue sky and pain, and primal fear at the naked animal rage in Germany's eyes.
He was with child. Germany's child.
He could not truthfully remember a thing for the rest of that day- his next memory, clear or no, was of the following morning, being presented ( ... )
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I really feel rather bad about how much I'm looking forward to seeing Arthur dealing with the pregnancy, because while I know it will most likely be terrible, I'm also of the breed who is into mpreg mostly for the mindfuck factor. (and, I confess, in this case also baby!Sealand)
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God, this was absolutely amazing. This is epic win, dammit, epic fucking winnnn.
Did you know that FUCK is one of the few words in the English language that can be used as any sentence part, like an infix? /shot for over-Wikipedia-ing, what has over-Wikipedia-ing done to us?!
But anyway! Please please please please please update again soon, I've been really good lately and haven't picked on anyone or stolen their lunch money or purposefully panty-shotted anyone for weeks! Please write more epic emo!England?? :DDDD
GIOLKSDJGLISKHGIOERDLKG I'M STILL TAKEN ABACK BY HOW EPIC THIS IS
DAMMIT
MY SOCALIAN ACCENT CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE THIS AWESOMENESS
TROLOLOLOLOOOOOO
/shot
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