America/England: Entering dream
anonymous
May 17 2011, 19:22:37 UTC
or England/America, either one is equally lovable.
Either America or England collapses one day and not waking up. The reason is up to anon. One of them enter the other's dream with magic in hope to wake nation up from coma (if America, then let him receive help from fairies). However, a dream isn't anything like magic or fairytale, it's complex, different dimension and portals, there's danger and one may risk to never get out ever again.
In this journey, America/England discovered from various dreams/memories/thoughts how long and how much the other had loved him, including how the other feared to confess => ruining current relationship.
Bonus: 1. Angst, heart-wrenching angst! 2. Happy ending! 3. Epilogue with England drinking tea! *Laughs*
Kings and Queens of the Mirror 1a/?
anonymous
May 22 2011, 03:41:25 UTC
Hello~ I’m not any of the previous anons, but I’ll take a crack at this… Warnings, you say? Umm… Lots of Lewis Carroll quotes. I hope this is to your liking, OP!Anon! This is sorta a prologue...
And here I wish I could tell you half the things Alice used to say, beginning with her favourite phrase “Let’s pretend.” She had had quite a long argument with her sister only the day before- all because Alice had begun with “Let’s pretend we’re kings and queens”; and her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn’t, because there were only two of them, and Alice had been reduced at last to say “Well, you can be one of them, then, and I’ll be all the rest.” Lewis Carroll, “Through the Looking Glass” Rain spattered the window panes of the ancient pickup truck as Arthur stared out the window as an unchangingly gray landscape flew past. Alfred sat next to him, driving and humming along with a peppy tune on the radio- some arbitrary pop song, indistinguishable from any other of the same genre. Of course, the
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Kings and Queens of the Mirror 1b/?
anonymous
May 22 2011, 03:42:50 UTC
Arthur nodded, and shut the door. The man drove off, leaving Arthur on the sidewalk. It was well-paved and clean, though wet. Turning around, the man tried to memorize the place- a small, neatly painted blue house, surrounded by overgrown, weedy grass, which was bordered by neatly trimmed hedges. It was late spring here, and an occasional clump of flowers trembled in the rain. To the right of the blue house was a large, stately building. It was built in a Roman style, with columns and arches and an inscription proudly carved above the entrance: “I’ll put you through into Looking-glass House. How would you like that ?” To the left was a squat, blocky building surrounded by barren ground, muddy with the rain. A bent fallout shelter sign could be seen leaning against one wall, just below a set of corresponding holes and rust stains. Arthur didn’t think to look at the buildings beyond. Even if he had, they likely wouldn’t really be there; only apparently solid, they only filled in the space, drawing no attention
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Kings and Queens of the Mirror 1c/?
anonymous
May 22 2011, 03:43:45 UTC
Arthur walked up the stairs, opened the door to the room she had indicated, then closed it and locked it with the front door key. It was a small room, with a small bed in the corner. The windows were covered with heavy black curtains, and the panes painted over. The walls were painted erratically, depicting something akin to a psychedelic trip. In one corner, a series of barely legible words were painted. Arthur could make them out, however, as he had seen them plenty of times in Alfred’s mind already.
“How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they’d give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn’t good to drink- but oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different beyond. Oh, Kitty, how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking-glass House!” Arthur grimaced, and
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Kings and Queens of the Mirror (2a/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 01:52:25 UTC
When Arthur woke in the morning, he was in a different room. Sunlight streamed through crystal-clear, often cleaned, and meticulously maintained windows into a pleasant looking guest room. The walls were a clean-cut blue, adorned with cheap prints of some religious paintings, probably Renaissance-era. There was an oak dresser, and a small bedside table with a drawer. As opposed to most parts of Alfred’s mind, this was completely normal
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Kings and Queens of the Mirror (2b/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 01:54:57 UTC
“And we go in orbits,” the woman called after him. Arthur ignored her, aggravated that Alfred was looking into his thoughts. “Actually, I don’t think he’d be on the dark side of the moon. He must be through the looking-glass,” the woman said to the man’s back. Arthur kept walking, but the woman followed, and grabbed his shoulder, trying to turn him towards her
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Either America or England collapses one day and not waking up. The reason is up to anon. One of them enter the other's dream with magic in hope to wake nation up from coma (if America, then let him receive help from fairies). However, a dream isn't anything like magic or fairytale, it's complex, different dimension and portals, there's danger and one may risk to never get out ever again.
In this journey, America/England discovered from various dreams/memories/thoughts how long and how much the other had loved him, including how the other feared to confess => ruining current relationship.
Bonus:
1. Angst, heart-wrenching angst!
2. Happy ending!
3. Epilogue with England drinking tea! *Laughs*
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And here I wish I could tell you half the things Alice used to say, beginning with her favourite phrase “Let’s pretend.” She had had quite a long argument with her sister only the day before- all because Alice had begun with “Let’s pretend we’re kings and queens”; and her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn’t, because there were only two of them, and Alice had been reduced at last to say “Well, you can be one of them, then, and I’ll be all the rest.”
Lewis Carroll, “Through the Looking Glass” Rain spattered the window panes of the ancient pickup truck as Arthur stared out the window as an unchangingly gray landscape flew past. Alfred sat next to him, driving and humming along with a peppy tune on the radio- some arbitrary pop song, indistinguishable from any other of the same genre. Of course, the ( ... )
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“How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they’d give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn’t good to drink- but oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different beyond. Oh, Kitty, how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking-glass House!” Arthur grimaced, and ( ... )
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That's an interesting start, hell! O__O Got me excited already! So looking forward to the next update!!
Thank you A!A for writing this!
~OP!
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I especially liked the little details of how all the people are Alfred, really, but not. It was chilling. *shudders*
<3 Can't wait for the update!
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