Alfred receives/inherits/buys a set of toy soldiers (either as a child for a toy or as an adult). He thinks they’re interesting but pays them no mind until one of the soldiers comes alive. Perhaps he was cursed to be a toy, or he was a toy that became enchanted. Over time, the two fall in love and they search for a way to break the spell/make Arthur entirely human.
May also have some background BTT (chastely in the kid-years stage of the fic) threesomeing it up orz
So. Yes. Enjoy! ...Or don't, it's up to you. I pledge there will be quick updates to make up for the extreme!fail that may well follow.
knickknack [3a/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 00:35:16 UTC
There are ten wooden soldiers in the set, and one of them is bewitched.
Alfred doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream as planned.
What’s fealty? What’s a liege? Is this Green-EyesThough he tries to get his head around it, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. His thoughts are racing around in his mind and crashing in to one another, rendering him unable to logically think out how to deal with the situation -- but then again, being truly logical was never his strong point in the face of panic
( ... )
knickknack [3b/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 00:36:42 UTC
Clearly oblivious to Alfred‘s thoughts, Kirkland continues, “And after that, it took me an awful long time to gain control of my body once again. I tried walking to clear my head -- as you’re aware, I suppose, given the amount of times you retrieved me -- but I made sure to defend your fortress at all times, Sir.”
Alfred is confused, because isn‘t this the Green-Eyes that silently plotted his downfall every single day? He ponders aloud, stating, “Defend?”
“I never went far,” Kirkland says. “It’s true, Sir, I didn’t ever leave the upper level. Can’t have the Germans finding my men without me there to assist them -- I‘m their Captain, after all.”
Even more bewildered than before, Alfred reiterates, “Finding your men?”
“Are you a parrot, Sir?” Kirkland snaps. He points back at the shelf. “My men. My sub-unit. There seems to be no Major so I‘ve been taking on the leading role. Must say I‘m doing quite well at it, too -- haven‘t they served you well, even in my absence
( ... )
knickknack [3c/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 00:37:33 UTC
Awkwardly placing a hand atop Alfred‘s head in an attempt to be comforting, Kirkland replies, “I suppose that’s one problem with the set-up, yes. Now, be a good little boy and kindly detach yourself from my person, Sir.”
As Alfred steps back, he hears a heavy sigh escape Kirkland’s mouth. It’s not a sigh of relief at liberation from Alfred’s grip; it’s a noise of irritation.
“What’s up?” Alfred says. “Don’t you like me?”
“That’s not the problem,” Kirkland replies. “The problem is, you’re a child. It‘s somewhat humiliating to go from serving the British military to serving an American youngster -- I assume you‘re American; I‘m judging purely by the accent.”
“Yep,” Alfred says proudly. “But I’ve got British great-great-grandparents.”
Kirkland‘s face lights up. “English?”
“Finnish.”
Kirkland’s eye twitches. “That’s not BritishMulling the issue over, Alfred places a thumb on his bottom lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Uh… Yeah, sorry, I meant ‘European’.” Sensing an argument on the horizon if he doesn’t do something fast, he adds
( ... )
knickknack [3d/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 00:38:21 UTC
The study is a large room, furnished with leather chairs and towering bookcases. They’re utterly terrifying and rather quite daunting, filled with dusty tomes and scientific publications -- things Alfred’s grandfather likes to read, when he’s bored and there’s nothing else to do
( ... )
knickknack [3e/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 00:39:33 UTC
The week passes in a blur.
His grandfather buys a new car, his father visits him on Wednesday to engage in an awkward “so-how-are-you” conversation, and thanks to his tutor Alfred learns more about circles than he ever wanted to.
Truth be told, Alfred has lost interest in everything that isn’t Kirkland. There’s a mystery waiting to be solved on the shelf; Alfred knows exactly what the matter is and he intends to solve it. It’s something called am-knees-ya. He’s heard his grandfather speak of it before, in relation to someone he once knew; Alfred wasn’t interested at the time, but he’s been asking his grandfather questions in the hope he’ll be able to tell Alfred how to restore Kirkland’s memory
( ... )
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anonymous
January 16 2012, 02:52:19 UTC
The interaction between the two of them was just too adorable. I was smiling through the whole thing. Arthur is so adorably formal. Alfred’s fail at Geography, very America there. I loved that little detail. Such a mystery, can’t wait to find out more.
Sorry for not commenting on the last chapter! I missed the update. OTL
D'aww, Cap Kirkland didn't realize Alfred was unnerved by him. Poor thing. His smug attitude combined with his cluelessness and snippiness is oddly adorable. He's just so certain that he was Al's favorite and that he's been protecting the bedroom the whole time. On the otherhand, Al's tutor made my skin crawl because he reminded of some very unpleasant teachers I once had myself.
Kirkland's amnesia along with Francis' father just adds to the mystery of everything. I really enjoyed this chapter and can't wait to read more. Thank you for all your hard work, a!a.
Re: knickknack [3e/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 18:29:41 UTC
Just read through all the chapters so far today writer anon, and I just had to tell you how much I'm loving this fill so far!
Alfred is just so adorable here and his meeting Captain Kirkland was wonderfully written. You even made the story into a mystery! I can't wait for the next part!:D
Re: knickknack [3e/?]
anonymous
January 16 2012, 19:02:16 UTC
This is getting more and more mysterious.
Arthur's lines about him not being conceited made me laugh and so did this "Now, be a good little boy and kindly detach yourself from my person, Sir.” I actually laughed.
This is a great story, anon, you should feel proud.
knickknack [4b/?]
anonymous
January 22 2012, 23:12:11 UTC
At the sound of a voice, Alfred jumps; he considers screaming for help but his throat closes up before he can. He spins around to face his intruder, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of a human Kirkland sitting cross-legged on the bed‘s pillow.
“I’m fine,” Alfred says, placing a hand on his chest in a futile attempt to calm his rabbit-quick heartbeat. “Thanks for asking.”
“Oh,” is Kirkland’s reply, before he yawns and runs a hand through his scruffy hair. “I thought you were calling me. My mistake. Goodni-”
“Wait!” Alfred says loudly, a little too quickly. He tries to disguise the desperation in his tone by adding, “I mean
( ... )
knickknack [4d/?]
anonymous
January 22 2012, 23:15:02 UTC
“So,” Alfred’s grandmother says, “how has your day been, dear?”
They’re in the living room, settled before the fire on the plush leather sofas; it’s not quite dinnertime yet and they’re whiling away the time until it is. After the earlier incident with Bonnefoy, Alfred decided it would be best to spend time with his grandparents to ensure personal safety -- but not before he secured Kirkland (apparently Arthur now) in the dolls’ house.
Whatever Bonnefoy wants, he can have, but he’s not having Green-Eyes. Though, God knows why he wants him.
“It’s been good,” Alfred says, digging his nails into the material beneath his hands. “I finished my book. The fairy tales one.”
“That’s nice,” his grandmother says, lazily twirling a strand of greying hair around her finger. “You should read the Hans Christian Andersen fairy-tales next; they were my favourite when I was your age.”
“Yeah,” Alfred says, half-heartedly. “Yeah, maybe.”
“You should start with The Steadfast Tin Soldier,” Alfred’s grandmother continues. “You’d like that one, what
( ... )
Alfred receives/inherits/buys a set of toy soldiers (either as a child for a toy or as an adult). He thinks they’re interesting but pays them no mind until one of the soldiers comes alive. Perhaps he was cursed to be a toy, or he was a toy that became enchanted. Over time, the two fall in love and they search for a way to break the spell/make Arthur entirely human.
May also have some background BTT (chastely in the kid-years stage of the fic) threesomeing it up orz
So. Yes. Enjoy! ...Or don't, it's up to you. I pledge there will be quick updates to make up for the extreme!fail that may well follow.
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Can't wait for more!
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Alfred doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream as planned.
What’s fealty? What’s a liege? Is this Green-EyesThough he tries to get his head around it, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. His thoughts are racing around in his mind and crashing in to one another, rendering him unable to logically think out how to deal with the situation -- but then again, being truly logical was never his strong point in the face of panic ( ... )
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Alfred is confused, because isn‘t this the Green-Eyes that silently plotted his downfall every single day? He ponders aloud, stating, “Defend?”
“I never went far,” Kirkland says. “It’s true, Sir, I didn’t ever leave the upper level. Can’t have the Germans finding my men without me there to assist them -- I‘m their Captain, after all.”
Even more bewildered than before, Alfred reiterates, “Finding your men?”
“Are you a parrot, Sir?” Kirkland snaps. He points back at the shelf. “My men. My sub-unit. There seems to be no Major so I‘ve been taking on the leading role. Must say I‘m doing quite well at it, too -- haven‘t they served you well, even in my absence ( ... )
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As Alfred steps back, he hears a heavy sigh escape Kirkland’s mouth. It’s not a sigh of relief at liberation from Alfred’s grip; it’s a noise of irritation.
“What’s up?” Alfred says. “Don’t you like me?”
“That’s not the problem,” Kirkland replies. “The problem is, you’re a child. It‘s somewhat humiliating to go from serving the British military to serving an American youngster -- I assume you‘re American; I‘m judging purely by the accent.”
“Yep,” Alfred says proudly. “But I’ve got British great-great-grandparents.”
Kirkland‘s face lights up. “English?”
“Finnish.”
Kirkland’s eye twitches. “That’s not BritishMulling the issue over, Alfred places a thumb on his bottom lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Uh… Yeah, sorry, I meant ‘European’.” Sensing an argument on the horizon if he doesn’t do something fast, he adds ( ... )
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His grandfather buys a new car, his father visits him on Wednesday to engage in an awkward “so-how-are-you” conversation, and thanks to his tutor Alfred learns more about circles than he ever wanted to.
Truth be told, Alfred has lost interest in everything that isn’t Kirkland. There’s a mystery waiting to be solved on the shelf; Alfred knows exactly what the matter is and he intends to solve it. It’s something called am-knees-ya. He’s heard his grandfather speak of it before, in relation to someone he once knew; Alfred wasn’t interested at the time, but he’s been asking his grandfather questions in the hope he’ll be able to tell Alfred how to restore Kirkland’s memory ( ... )
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D'aww, Cap Kirkland didn't realize Alfred was unnerved by him. Poor thing. His smug attitude combined with his cluelessness and snippiness is oddly adorable. He's just so certain that he was Al's favorite and that he's been protecting the bedroom the whole time. On the otherhand, Al's tutor made my skin crawl because he reminded of some very unpleasant teachers I once had myself.
Kirkland's amnesia along with Francis' father just adds to the mystery of everything. I really enjoyed this chapter and can't wait to read more. Thank you for all your hard work, a!a.
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Alfred is just so adorable here and his meeting Captain Kirkland was wonderfully written. You even made the story into a mystery! I can't wait for the next part!:D
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Arthur's lines about him not being conceited made me laugh and so did this "Now, be a good little boy and kindly detach yourself from my person, Sir.” I actually laughed.
This is a great story, anon, you should feel proud.
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“I’m fine,” Alfred says, placing a hand on his chest in a futile attempt to calm his rabbit-quick heartbeat. “Thanks for asking.”
“Oh,” is Kirkland’s reply, before he yawns and runs a hand through his scruffy hair. “I thought you were calling me. My mistake. Goodni-”
“Wait!” Alfred says loudly, a little too quickly. He tries to disguise the desperation in his tone by adding, “I mean ( ... )
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They’re in the living room, settled before the fire on the plush leather sofas; it’s not quite dinnertime yet and they’re whiling away the time until it is. After the earlier incident with Bonnefoy, Alfred decided it would be best to spend time with his grandparents to ensure personal safety -- but not before he secured Kirkland (apparently Arthur now) in the dolls’ house.
Whatever Bonnefoy wants, he can have, but he’s not having Green-Eyes. Though, God knows why he wants him.
“It’s been good,” Alfred says, digging his nails into the material beneath his hands. “I finished my book. The fairy tales one.”
“That’s nice,” his grandmother says, lazily twirling a strand of greying hair around her finger. “You should read the Hans Christian Andersen fairy-tales next; they were my favourite when I was your age.”
“Yeah,” Alfred says, half-heartedly. “Yeah, maybe.”
“You should start with The Steadfast Tin Soldier,” Alfred’s grandmother continues. “You’d like that one, what ( ... )
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