Russia kidnaps one nation and keeps them in a cell. At first he rough on them, then love slowly blossoms between them.
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PrologueEvery year around December, I hail a taxi and go to the nearest park. I don’t bring anything or anyone with me, that’s the beauty of it. Alone I seat myself at the bench nearest the park centre, lean back and just let the world be for a single day. The cool air freezes my hands but freshens my brain
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I know one, teach me two [2/?]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 10:35:15 UTC
My confused feelings were what led me from the park that December evening in 1982. As always I’d agreed with the driver that he came to pick me up at the entrance at 8, but he didn’t come. It’d been snowing heavily all week, and any fool could’ve told themselves that he’d just got stuck in traffic. But I decided he did it on purpose. “He’s probably just doing as told. It’s an order. ‘Leave Alfred and return alone’, that’s what they’ve told him.” And the more I said the sentences, the saner they occurred, and a quarter past eight I turned around and made my way down the street myself
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Re: I know one, teach me two [2/?]
anonymous
April 27 2009, 15:15:51 UTC
Oh god anon, you broke my heart into tiny pieces and sprinkled them over my laptop. (in a good way if at all possible)
The way in which you characterized Alfred was absolutely beautiful. Instead of the boisterous nation he's so often portrayed as, you molded him into just another person Someone whom was hurting on the inside, and not knowing how to deal with it. Your England was exactly what I'd think of when presented with the image of said nation, a man hardened by the harsh ways of the world. Bitter and resentful but never repentant.
I know one, teach me two [3/?]
anonymous
April 30 2009, 09:39:16 UTC
I woke up gasping for air, getting halfway up standing before slamming down against the ground again, head first. My lungs were two blocks of ice, preventing the air for coming properly into my system, and as I forced the first ragged mouthful of Siberian winter down, I felt my stomach twist for forcing itself out. As I tried to move to stretch myself, my body ached after having slept in the same position for… just how long
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Re: I know one, teach me two [3/?]
anonymous
April 30 2009, 12:44:00 UTC
I'm reeeally starting to like this fill. Its very well written, especially for something written in 1st person POV. That's always a really hard one to write in.
Re: I know one, teach me two [3/?]
anonymous
May 1 2009, 05:11:17 UTC
I really like this and can't wait to read more ^_^
I do have a little nitpick though. I closed my eyes as a thump glide across my lower lip I do believe the word you're looking for is "thumb" not "thump."
Russia kidnaps one nation and keeps them in a cell. At first he rough on them, then love slowly blossoms between them.
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PrologueEvery year around December, I hail a taxi and go to the nearest park. I don’t bring anything or anyone with me, that’s the beauty of it. Alone I seat myself at the bench nearest the park centre, lean back and just let the world be for a single day. The cool air freezes my hands but freshens my brain ( ... )
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The way in which you characterized Alfred was absolutely beautiful. Instead of the boisterous nation he's so often portrayed as, you molded him into just another person Someone whom was hurting on the inside, and not knowing how to deal with it. Your England was exactly what I'd think of when presented with the image of said nation, a man hardened by the harsh ways of the world. Bitter and resentful but never repentant.
Please continue this astounding fill author!anon.
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I can't wait for more of this!!
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I can't wait to see the next part!!
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I do have a little nitpick though.
I closed my eyes as a thump glide across my lower lip
I do believe the word you're looking for is "thumb" not "thump."
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