Realized? Potential? [1/?]
anonymous
May 3 2009, 23:19:32 UTC
Matthew had held back for quite a long time. It wasn't because he was intimidated by Alfred. That wasn't the case at all. It was because he was pretty sure that Alfred had hardly ever noticed him. After all, everyone ignored him. That's just how it was when you were Canada.
But he knew if he tried to tell Alfred out loud, he'd probably be ignored no matter what. He knew what he would do. Put pencil to paper. He smiled as the words flowed out. There were so many times he'd realized how much he loved Alfred--and he'd loved him as more than just two brothers would love one another.
He could feel the tears roll down his cheek--tears of joy and sweetness. Tears for all those memories of those times he really did realize how much he loved Alfred.
After he'd gotten out his words, his feelings on the paper, he folded it up and put it in an envelope, then sealed up the envelope. He was going to deliver this in person, even if Alfred didn't notice it was him delivering it. After all, it would mean more if he gave it
( ... )
Re: Realized? Potential? [2/3]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 02:43:43 UTC
Matthew blinked, listening to Alfred read.
"Number one: I realized I loved you when you tried to help me help my people get along. It showed you really did care and that you really had been listening. I felt like you noticed me and wanted me to be happy."
Here, Alfred paused, glancing up from the letter. "Of course I care. And I always like seeing you happy. I like seeing anyone and everyone happy!" Alfred gushed, giving a starry smile. He then read more.
"Number two: I realized I loved you every time we argue. Just because we're arguing a lot doesn't mean we don't love each other. If anything, I think we argue because we love each other and it's a way of airing things between us, eh?"
Alfred looked up with a confused look, pausing.
Matthew gulped. Ohhh... "W-what I meant is, we argue because it helps us let one another know what's bugging us instead of not communicating at all. And you know what they say...communication is key in a relationship."
Alfred blinked a few times, then looked back to the letter,
( ... )
Re: Realized? Potential? [3/3]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 03:00:53 UTC
Alfred clutched tightly to the paper, giving a light smile. Matthew had poured his heart and soul out in this letter apparently.
"I realized something too, you know." He grinned, looping an arm around the Canadian now.
Matthew blinked, glancing over to his American brother. "What's that, eh?"
"You've much more potential. Not just as a country. As a lover, Matty. My lover. And I think you're realizing potential." Alfred winked. "You know, I think you're a hero. To my heart."
Canada smiled now, pressing closer to America; so Alfred had felt the same way? He wished he'd known sooner. But he was happy to get these feelings out.
"Wanna stay for a burger?" Alfred gave his cheesy grin now.
Matthew nodded and smiled. "That would be awesome. Like you."
Five times France realized he was in love with England [1/5]
anonymous
May 8 2009, 13:27:09 UTC
(Or "Where England is an oblivious douchebag for five times")
France squinted as he looked at that adorable, tiny nation.
The eyebrows were really something, he noted. Really, really something. In fact, they awed him so much that he whistled.
England, on the other hand, was not amused. Not amused at all. In fact, he was close to blowing a gasket.
"Stop staring at me!" he squeaked. Angrily.
France merely chuckled and patted England's head, only to get his hand swatted away.
"But mon chéri, you are so adorable!" he said.
"Stop mocking me, you cross-dressing get!" England said.
"And your eyebrows. So exquisite!"
"The eyebrows again?!" He rubbed the aforementioned eyebrows. "I'll burn them so that you'll-- I mean, I'll never have to hear any of your stupid jabs
( ... )
Five times France realized he was in love with England [2/5]
anonymous
May 8 2009, 14:04:42 UTC
"Oh mon petit chou, see how marvelous you become when you actually bother to keep up with the times," France cooed.
"I feel embarrassed," England muttered. "I look stupid. I-I want my armor back."
"Non, Angleterre. I assure you that you look simply dashing in that." This was what France really thought. England did look rather handsome with a mostly green tunic and cream-colored bottoms. It suited him more than the sight of mental and the stench of blood. Though, France thought with a lewd laugh, England would look best without any clothes. As most people would do in France's honest opinion.
"Which worries me."
France frowned. "How mistrustful of you. My heart feels like breaking right now."
"Please, don't let me bother." The words were carefully drawled out by England from his mouth.
"Though I really can't think how you could stand to wear armor all day long. It's hot and hard to move around."
England harrumphed. "You're not just enough of a man. I can't even begin to imagine how you can stand to wear all of those frills, and
( ... )
Five times France realized he was in love with England [3/5]
anonymous
May 8 2009, 14:06:58 UTC
There was once a point in time when France wouldn't go frolic with anyone. There was once a time when France chose to stop chasing skirts and pants and a lot of other things.
When asked by a nation why, he would only charmingly smile at them and say, "I have found love, mon ami." Then he would walk away looking brighter than the sun itself.
When England asked why, obviously a bit perturbed at France's display of chastity as it had been a while since that age where France was truly a pure-minded soul, France leered at him and said, "I'm just waiting for the perfect opportunity." England had huffed and then said, "Frog." France only laughed and made the notion of kissing England who managed to stop him before any damage had been made
( ... )
Five times France realized he was in love with England [4/5]
anonymous
May 8 2009, 14:09:48 UTC
"I think I don't hate you too much," England had said one day with a brightly flushed face and furrowed eyebrows.
He began walking away in a rather stiff manner.
France was shell-shocked, of course. And ungraciously gaping and staring at nothing in particular. It had taken him a while to have those words registered in his head. When they did, he turned to face the direction England had walked to, only to find that England was already far away.
So France ran.
When he caught up with England, he looped an arm around the other's shoulders. He had a lazy-looking smile on his face; only there to taunt England more.
He pinched England's nose with his hand and said, "I never knew you could be sweet, Angleterre!"
England huffed and pushed him away, albeit the redness in his face had never ceased to disappear. France merely walked beside him with an extra bounce in his steps.
"Well I think I love you, too," France whispered in England's ear in what he knew was a sensual way
( ... )
Five times France realized he was in love with England [5/5]
anonymous
May 8 2009, 14:11:58 UTC
Passion, France thought, guided his way through the sounds of gentle music to where England was sulking. They were currently in a ball for the nations. Most of them had already forgotten why they even had balls like these at least once a year. Possibly to commemorate some once upon a time grand event. None of them were complaining though. It was quite nice to get together every now and then
( ... )
5 times Nation A realized they were in love with Nation B
Anon doesn't really care about the possible pairings, since she loves almost all of them; so multiple fills are encouraged! ♥
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But he knew if he tried to tell Alfred out loud, he'd probably be ignored no matter what. He knew what he would do. Put pencil to paper. He smiled as the words flowed out. There were so many times he'd realized how much he loved Alfred--and he'd loved him as more than just two brothers would love one another.
He could feel the tears roll down his cheek--tears of joy and sweetness. Tears for all those memories of those times he really did realize how much he loved Alfred.
After he'd gotten out his words, his feelings on the paper, he folded it up and put it in an envelope, then sealed up the envelope. He was going to deliver this in person, even if Alfred didn't notice it was him delivering it. After all, it would mean more if he gave it ( ... )
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GAWD I CAN'T WAIT TILL THERE'S MORE.
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"Number one: I realized I loved you when you tried to help me help my people get along. It showed you really did care and that you really had been listening. I felt like you noticed me and wanted me to be happy."
Here, Alfred paused, glancing up from the letter. "Of course I care. And I always like seeing you happy. I like seeing anyone and everyone happy!" Alfred gushed, giving a starry smile. He then read more.
"Number two: I realized I loved you every time we argue. Just because we're arguing a lot doesn't mean we don't love each other. If anything, I think we argue because we love each other and it's a way of airing things between us, eh?"
Alfred looked up with a confused look, pausing.
Matthew gulped. Ohhh... "W-what I meant is, we argue because it helps us let one another know what's bugging us instead of not communicating at all. And you know what they say...communication is key in a relationship."
Alfred blinked a few times, then looked back to the letter, ( ... )
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"I realized something too, you know." He grinned, looping an arm around the Canadian now.
Matthew blinked, glancing over to his American brother. "What's that, eh?"
"You've much more potential. Not just as a country. As a lover, Matty. My lover. And I think you're realizing potential." Alfred winked. "You know, I think you're a hero. To my heart."
Canada smiled now, pressing closer to America; so Alfred had felt the same way? He wished he'd known sooner. But he was happy to get these feelings out.
"Wanna stay for a burger?" Alfred gave his cheesy grin now.
Matthew nodded and smiled. "That would be awesome. Like you."
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B'AWWWW <3
Well done Writer!Anon !
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France squinted as he looked at that adorable, tiny nation.
The eyebrows were really something, he noted. Really, really something. In fact, they awed him so much that he whistled.
England, on the other hand, was not amused. Not amused at all. In fact, he was close to blowing a gasket.
"Stop staring at me!" he squeaked. Angrily.
France merely chuckled and patted England's head, only to get his hand swatted away.
"But mon chéri, you are so adorable!" he said.
"Stop mocking me, you cross-dressing get!" England said.
"And your eyebrows. So exquisite!"
"The eyebrows again?!" He rubbed the aforementioned eyebrows. "I'll burn them so that you'll-- I mean, I'll never have to hear any of your stupid jabs ( ... )
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"I feel embarrassed," England muttered. "I look stupid. I-I want my armor back."
"Non, Angleterre. I assure you that you look simply dashing in that." This was what France really thought. England did look rather handsome with a mostly green tunic and cream-colored bottoms. It suited him more than the sight of mental and the stench of blood. Though, France thought with a lewd laugh, England would look best without any clothes. As most people would do in France's honest opinion.
"Which worries me."
France frowned. "How mistrustful of you. My heart feels like breaking right now."
"Please, don't let me bother." The words were carefully drawled out by England from his mouth.
"Though I really can't think how you could stand to wear armor all day long. It's hot and hard to move around."
England harrumphed. "You're not just enough of a man. I can't even begin to imagine how you can stand to wear all of those frills, and ( ... )
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When asked by a nation why, he would only charmingly smile at them and say, "I have found love, mon ami." Then he would walk away looking brighter than the sun itself.
When England asked why, obviously a bit perturbed at France's display of chastity as it had been a while since that age where France was truly a pure-minded soul, France leered at him and said, "I'm just waiting for the perfect opportunity." England had huffed and then said, "Frog." France only laughed and made the notion of kissing England who managed to stop him before any damage had been made ( ... )
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He began walking away in a rather stiff manner.
France was shell-shocked, of course. And ungraciously gaping and staring at nothing in particular. It had taken him a while to have those words registered in his head. When they did, he turned to face the direction England had walked to, only to find that England was already far away.
So France ran.
When he caught up with England, he looped an arm around the other's shoulders. He had a lazy-looking smile on his face; only there to taunt England more.
He pinched England's nose with his hand and said, "I never knew you could be sweet, Angleterre!"
England huffed and pushed him away, albeit the redness in his face had never ceased to disappear. France merely walked beside him with an extra bounce in his steps.
"Well I think I love you, too," France whispered in England's ear in what he knew was a sensual way ( ... )
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