Post cold war.UK is being fucked by Russia.he does it because he had to choose whether he is the one who being fucked by russia or america.he sacrifices himself to protect america. b : UK screams america name while being fucked by russia.please make it as angst as it possible,anon! sorry if its confusing :/
star light, star bright: pre-fic apology to anon
anonymous
April 28 2009, 21:11:04 UTC
Writer!Anon's Note: Anon, I owe you an apology. When I read your request, I somehow misread it as a post-war request, not post-cold war. I missed even on that; this is set during the Potsdam Conference in July 1945 --and even there, I took some liberties with history. So this fill is made of all kinds of fail. I hope you like it a little, anyhow, and maybe some other anon will manage something better for you. At any rate, here's the first part of what I came up with.
P.S. Have some more fail: this note made the first part of the story exceed the length restrictions for a comment. Rather than break up part one, I'm posting the apology separately. Actual fic to follow!
star light, star bright (1/?)
anonymous
April 28 2009, 21:12:59 UTC
Star Light, Star Bright - part one
Potsdam, July 1945Ivan was going to be trouble. They knew that from the start. Arthur did, anyhow; it's hard to say what Alfred does and does not know sometimes. For instance, when Arthur tries to warn him that the alliance with Ivan might not work out the way Alfred wants, that he might not come through in the fight against Kiku, Alfred nods
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Re: star light, star bright (1/?)
anonymous
April 28 2009, 23:32:34 UTC
Since this passer-by!anon is incapable of making any comment with sense right now, all she'll do is let the amazing writer!anon know that she's bookmarked this and will check for the continuation at least every hour.
Translation: OH MY GOD I THINK I LOVE YOU F5-ING THIS LIKE CRAZY- *cough*
Re: star light, star bright (1/?)
anonymous
April 29 2009, 19:33:36 UTC
Author!anon thanks you and is seriously delighted that you are enjoying this, as this is not only her first kinkmeme fill but her first attempt at Hetalia fic, period. Very much hoping you'll like the rest of it as well! ♥
I'm glad I decided to wake up early this morning *_*...and its okay though its not post cold war, author anon. OP here waiting patiently for the next part <3
star light, star bright (2/?)
anonymous
April 29 2009, 19:26:42 UTC
Star Light, Star Bright - part twoA few evenings later, Ivan pulls out a bottle of vodka. Arthur counters with a bottle of port, and the three of them pass the hours in pleasant company on the verandah
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star light, star bright (3/?)
anonymous
April 29 2009, 19:28:14 UTC
Star Light, Star Bright - part three
Ivan's voice brings Arthur back to the terrace. "He's fine," Arthur says.
Ivan makes a non-committal sound. "What do you suppose he wished for?"
It irritates Arthur. He doesn't like the thought of Ivan intruding on Alfred's wishes. Not that it's much of a secret, really: "Peace. An end to the fighting."
"Hmm. I wonder." Ivan picks up the bottle of port. His tone suggests that he does not wonder at all, that he knows-or thinks he knows something, with a clear implication that it is something Arthur does not know. The prickle of irritation reminds Arthur that he's had enough to drink, so he declines Ivan's offer
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star light, star bright (4/?)
anonymous
April 30 2009, 01:18:36 UTC
Star Light, Star Bright - part four
Arthur's eyes snap to Ivan's face. The smile is still there, the cloak slipped to reveal something Arthur chooses not to name. It freezes Arthur's heart.
"Nonsense." Arthur looks away from Ivan; casting about for something to settle his gaze on, he focuses on Alfred's star. A star; it might not be Alfred's, but then it again it might. "You couldn't possibly-" He breaks off. This is Ivan, and very possibly Ivan could"There is nothing extraordinary about my needs," Ivan says conversationally. "Surely you experience such needs yourself from time to time, do you not
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b : UK screams america name while being fucked by russia.please make it as angst as it possible,anon!
sorry if its confusing :/
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P.S. Have some more fail: this note made the first part of the story exceed the length restrictions for a comment. Rather than break up part one, I'm posting the apology separately. Actual fic to follow!
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Potsdam, July 1945Ivan was going to be trouble. They knew that from the start. Arthur did, anyhow; it's hard to say what Alfred does and does not know sometimes. For instance, when Arthur tries to warn him that the alliance with Ivan might not work out the way Alfred wants, that he might not come through in the fight against Kiku, Alfred nods ( ... )
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Translation: OH MY GOD I THINK I LOVE YOU F5-ING THIS LIKE CRAZY- *cough*
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OP here waiting patiently for the next part <3
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Ivan's voice brings Arthur back to the terrace. "He's fine," Arthur says.
Ivan makes a non-committal sound. "What do you suppose he wished for?"
It irritates Arthur. He doesn't like the thought of Ivan intruding on Alfred's wishes. Not that it's much of a secret, really: "Peace. An end to the fighting."
"Hmm. I wonder." Ivan picks up the bottle of port. His tone suggests that he does not wonder at all, that he knows-or thinks he knows something, with a clear implication that it is something Arthur does not know. The prickle of irritation reminds Arthur that he's had enough to drink, so he declines Ivan's offer ( ... )
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Arthur's eyes snap to Ivan's face. The smile is still there, the cloak slipped to reveal something Arthur chooses not to name. It freezes Arthur's heart.
"Nonsense." Arthur looks away from Ivan; casting about for something to settle his gaze on, he focuses on Alfred's star. A star; it might not be Alfred's, but then it again it might. "You couldn't possibly-" He breaks off. This is Ivan, and very possibly Ivan could"There is nothing extraordinary about my needs," Ivan says conversationally. "Surely you experience such needs yourself from time to time, do you not ( ... )
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Shit. The menace is so fucking palpable.
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