Season (1/?)
anonymous
March 30 2009, 17:59:25 UTC
His fingers were cold.
Alfred flinched at the contact, staring stoically at the ceiling, as if willing them to just fall down. His arms were bound to the head of the bed. For aesthetic reasons, he was told. To cover up for the bandages going up both his arms.
The world had been so bright once. Even though he couldn't remember his parents, he could remember being loved. The man running the orphanage was so kind and so gentle, and his smile, oh, his smile. It was like basking in the springtime sun, warm enough to drive away the cold, but not enough to stifle. When Arthur looked at him, he could believe that heaven existed and he was already in it. But there were so many children, and Arthur had to look after them too, and he knew that it wasn't fair to expect that Arthur would always be looking at him. He tried anyway, getting top marks in school, snagging prestigious scholarships, and receiving that warm, proud smile in return. Then he turned eighteen and that was the end of his springtime
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Season (2/?)
anonymous
March 30 2009, 18:31:46 UTC
He couldn't believe his luck. Yao set him to work making deliveries, deliveries that paid in black briefcases full of hundred-dollar bills. And from the briefcases, he'd get a cut, enough to pay off the bank interest for a month, two. Enough to make him think himself well enough financially to return to his frivolous lifestyle.
For awhile, it really was enough. Then he found out exactly what he had been moving around.
It was supposed to be a routine delivery. He was dressed in his college colours (because no one would suspect the clean-cut, blond-haired-blue-eyed college boy), with the package stored carefully in his messenger bag, when someone jumped out into his path and pushed a broken shard of glass against his throat.
"Give it to me, I know you have it. You have it, you must have it, I need it, give it!"Before he even had time to react, to cry out in shock, two gunshots went off and the boy's face, god, he was only a boy, no more than his age, for sure, blond-haired, blue-eyed, his face splattered all over Alfred. He had to be
( ... )
Season (3/?)
anonymous
March 30 2009, 19:20:09 UTC
It was so confusing at first, but now, he understood perfectly why Yao had seemed to be at times so warm and so cold. It kept him compliant after all, didn't it?
And for awhile, it still wasn't so bad, though he couldn't remember when he'd stopped going to school. All he wanted was to clear his debt as quickly as possible, because of the interest rates and because he didn't want to be stuck doing this forever, because how was he going to face Arthur like this? Still, it wasn't all work and he found time to sneak back to watch the orphanage. All it took was the glimpse of a smile and he could go back to work, secure in the knowledge that it would all end someday and he could go back...
It did end one day, when he returned to the orphanage and found it burning with the children still inside. Outside, a small, black-haired man stood with a revolver, shooting anyone who managed to make it out. Alfred knew him. Knew him as the person who'd put the scar on Yao's back.
"Oh, weren't you in there? What a pity."He didn't feel the first
( ... )
Season (4/4)
anonymous
March 30 2009, 19:53:45 UTC
Pain exploded across the side of his face as he was pistol-whipped. Then his hair was tugged and his head pulled backward until he could barely breathe. More, just a little more, he thought desperately. And then he could just...
...breathe again.
The Russian was laughing. "You think it's so easy to provoke me?" asked the man, smiling mockingly down at him. "No, no, China has told me all about you, little America. I must not give you what you want, yes? China will get angry, and right now, no one dares make China angry
( ... )
Re: Season (4/4)
anonymous
March 30 2009, 21:19:55 UTC
D:
That? That was the sound of my heart disintegrating. Holy shit, anon. Alfred's downward spiral, his motives, the circumstances conspiring against him--you've pulled this off perfectly, terribly, beautifully, a-and.
Wow. I just have no words. It helps that I ship two out of the the three pairings you've alluded to here. OUCH.
Season (5/4), Epilogue
anonymous
March 31 2009, 05:04:28 UTC
"Did you have to give him my gun?"
Yao reached up and put his hands on the Russian's shoulders. Ivan bent down obligingly, excepting an embrace, or a kiss, as Yao was sometimes wont to do.
"Why didn't you protest?" came the quiet reply from somewhere beside his ear. "Because you know that I own you
( ... )
Re: Season (5/4), Epilogue
anonymous
March 31 2009, 12:01:02 UTC
That was so chilling and fucked up and brilliant, anon! Angst/AU/suicide fics don't usually hold my interest, b-but this-- THIS. Alfred! Yao! Arthur! Money! Opium! Messy relationships with historical parallels! Damn, am to incoherent to leave a proper review, but just so you know: Awesome fill.
*sparkles* You noticed~ *sparkle, sparkle* I don't usually like to write AU-fics, but when I do, I like to throw in as much obliquely-referred-to canon as possible. ♥
Season: expanded storyline
anonymous
April 10 2009, 17:18:01 UTC
Writer!anon here. Below is something set in the same universe. You could say it's a midquel of sorts, or an expansion on one of the events mentioned in the story. Please enjoy.
Re: Season (5/4), Epilogue
anonymous
April 12 2009, 07:56:04 UTC
*unable to form coherent thoughts*
That was amazing. Definitely one of the best-written fills on the whole meme. Your portrayal of Alfred's emotions were so beautiful! And when Arthur died - his last words! And I swear, my heart just stopped at the end of part four!
Alfred flinched at the contact, staring stoically at the ceiling, as if willing them to just fall down. His arms were bound to the head of the bed. For aesthetic reasons, he was told. To cover up for the bandages going up both his arms.
The world had been so bright once. Even though he couldn't remember his parents, he could remember being loved. The man running the orphanage was so kind and so gentle, and his smile, oh, his smile. It was like basking in the springtime sun, warm enough to drive away the cold, but not enough to stifle. When Arthur looked at him, he could believe that heaven existed and he was already in it. But there were so many children, and Arthur had to look after them too, and he knew that it wasn't fair to expect that Arthur would always be looking at him. He tried anyway, getting top marks in school, snagging prestigious scholarships, and receiving that warm, proud smile in return. Then he turned eighteen and that was the end of his springtime ( ... )
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For awhile, it really was enough. Then he found out exactly what he had been moving around.
It was supposed to be a routine delivery. He was dressed in his college colours (because no one would suspect the clean-cut, blond-haired-blue-eyed college boy), with the package stored carefully in his messenger bag, when someone jumped out into his path and pushed a broken shard of glass against his throat.
"Give it to me, I know you have it. You have it, you must have it, I need it, give it!"Before he even had time to react, to cry out in shock, two gunshots went off and the boy's face, god, he was only a boy, no more than his age, for sure, blond-haired, blue-eyed, his face splattered all over Alfred. He had to be ( ... )
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And for awhile, it still wasn't so bad, though he couldn't remember when he'd stopped going to school. All he wanted was to clear his debt as quickly as possible, because of the interest rates and because he didn't want to be stuck doing this forever, because how was he going to face Arthur like this? Still, it wasn't all work and he found time to sneak back to watch the orphanage. All it took was the glimpse of a smile and he could go back to work, secure in the knowledge that it would all end someday and he could go back...
It did end one day, when he returned to the orphanage and found it burning with the children still inside. Outside, a small, black-haired man stood with a revolver, shooting anyone who managed to make it out. Alfred knew him. Knew him as the person who'd put the scar on Yao's back.
"Oh, weren't you in there? What a pity."He didn't feel the first ( ... )
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...breathe again.
The Russian was laughing. "You think it's so easy to provoke me?" asked the man, smiling mockingly down at him. "No, no, China has told me all about you, little America. I must not give you what you want, yes? China will get angry, and right now, no one dares make China angry ( ... )
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That? That was the sound of my heart disintegrating. Holy shit, anon. Alfred's downward spiral, his motives, the circumstances conspiring against him--you've pulled this off perfectly, terribly, beautifully, a-and.
Wow. I just have no words. It helps that I ship two out of the the three pairings you've alluded to here. OUCH.
Thanks for such an amazing fill.
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Thank you anon for this <3
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Yao reached up and put his hands on the Russian's shoulders. Ivan bent down obligingly, excepting an embrace, or a kiss, as Yao was sometimes wont to do.
"Why didn't you protest?" came the quiet reply from somewhere beside his ear. "Because you know that I own you ( ... )
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=7312855#t7312855
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That was amazing. Definitely one of the best-written fills on the whole meme. Your portrayal of Alfred's emotions were so beautiful! And when Arthur died - his last words! And I swear, my heart just stopped at the end of part four!
My god, this was incredible.
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I'm happy you enjoyed this, and I do intend to expand on it. Hopefully, the quality will remain this high! Thank you for commenting!
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