author!anon gave it a try, though she has to admit she's not completely satisfied with this. anyway, I hope OP likes! ♥♥ I kept the diary entries purposely vague, since I am anything but an expert on the American Revolution. Bonus points for whoever can figure out who Arthur is talking to in his entries (well, apart from Alfred, obviously). Human/nation names used interchangeably and overuse of parentheses~
APRIL 2009.
Alfred, to be quite honest, had been feeling out of it lately. The fact was, every time someone uttered the word economy, he felt as if he had been slapped in the face especially hard; it was all too familiar of the so-called 'Great Depression' of the 30s (god, what an awful time that had been; everyone had hated his guts back then). And even if early estimates were coming back positive, even if people (important people) were saying that if everyone was careful maybe this whole mess would be over in a year and then some, Alfred didn't dare hope much. He still couldn't quite look his fellow nations in the face, either
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Oh, so it was Arthur's boss; Alfred rather liked this one more than the last one (who brought back painful memories of his own last president along with him) so he told Arthur to pass on his greetings, ignoring England's pointed eyebrow. President Obama would be so proud of Alfred's awesome diplomatic skills; he beamed at himself
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author!anon cannot describe how happy your comment made her, asghgs ♥♥♥♥! I'm glad you like it so far; it's going to take a while to type it all, but I have it all written down, so no worries~
The cover was plain, so, after throwing a nervous glance at the door (Arthur was thankfully taking his time) he turned to the first page.
The-the title s-said:
Diary of sir Arthur Kirkland, The Kingdom of Great Britain [1775 to 1783]
"Oh my god." This couldn't really be-what the hell would a thing like this-Arthur's...diary? From 1775 to 1783? Alfred would never forget those years, what they had meant, for both his country, himself, and his tattered relationship (or, rather, what remained of it) with England. I-I can't read this! he thought, teeth gnashing his bottom lip in distress. This was personal. B-But. Maybe just a tiny glance? He had always wondered how Arthur had felt back then, had never had the courage to bring up the topic as more than a joke.
Despite everything telling him to put the damn book back and leave it alone, get the hell out of here, Alfred's unsteady fingers turned to the first page:
aasdfgafkfjl!!! I LOVE Arthur's voice in his diary entries, and I can't wait to see the angsty confrontation between Arthur and Alfred!! Keep updating, authoranon, it's fabulous ;D
APRIL 2009.
Alfred, to be quite honest, had been feeling out of it lately. The fact was, every time someone uttered the word economy, he felt as if he had been slapped in the face especially hard; it was all too familiar of the so-called 'Great Depression' of the 30s (god, what an awful time that had been; everyone had hated his guts back then). And even if early estimates were coming back positive, even if people (important people) were saying that if everyone was careful maybe this whole mess would be over in a year and then some, Alfred didn't dare hope much. He still couldn't quite look his fellow nations in the face, either ( ... )
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Oh, so it was Arthur's boss; Alfred rather liked this one more than the last one (who brought back painful memories of his own last president along with him) so he told Arthur to pass on his greetings, ignoring England's pointed eyebrow. President Obama would be so proud of Alfred's awesome diplomatic skills; he beamed at himself ( ... )
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The-the title s-said:
Diary of sir Arthur Kirkland, The Kingdom of Great Britain
[1775 to 1783]
"Oh my god." This couldn't really be-what the hell would a thing like this-Arthur's...diary? From 1775 to 1783? Alfred would never forget those years, what they had meant, for both his country, himself, and his tattered relationship (or, rather, what remained of it) with England. I-I can't read this! he thought, teeth gnashing his bottom lip in distress. This was personal. B-But. Maybe just a tiny glance? He had always wondered how Arthur had felt back then, had never had the courage to bring up the topic as more than a joke.
Despite everything telling him to put the damn book back and leave it alone, get the hell out of here, Alfred's unsteady fingers turned to the first page:
[1775 ( ... )
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