different anon from above delivering a fic anon has wanted to write for a long time.His first thought is that he shouldn’t be here - that he should be on his way back home, back to where he knows England is waiting for him. If he’s late England will pull him aside and scold him until he pretends to be apologetic and remorseful. He’ll promise to never do it again, swear that he’s loyal to England and the Crown; then England will ruffle his hair like he’s still a child and send him up to bed. Canada will give him a disapproving look from behind his bear, tell him that he really should listen to what England says because England’s only looking out for America. At least he will until America punches his brother hard enough to get him to shut up
( ... )
The man struggles to his feet, cursing - “Damn you, fire!” and a shot rings out in the gathering dark. The crowd pauses only for a moment before roaring back even louder than before and America can’t remember feeling this alive. He can feel England’s eyes on him but he doesn’t care, not even as the other nation levels his musket at him.
He can’t tell who fires first but it doesn’t matter, not when the crowd around him is suddenly screaming. America hears someone call for a physician, hears cries of “murderers” and he doesn’t think he’s ever agreed about something more.
As much as he wishes to stay, wishes to find out who died - who was murdered, he knows he needs to leave, needs to leave before England catches up with him. Without a second thought he attaches himself to a group that’s running in the direction he needs to go, getting further and further away from the man who raised him
( ... )
delighted OP is delighted
anonymous
May 16 2009, 17:22:09 UTC
Yesterday was the OP's birthday, so waking up this morning to find this was, like... the most exciting thing ever!!!
!!! This is fantastic!! Thank you so much for writing it, anon!! Al's just... fka;ldkfa <3 the part about Canada... and the snowball... and all the history... <33333 thank you~~~!
UK x colonial America, obviously. snowballs, insults and a gun.
wikipedia has a strangely detailed account of the event, if anon is interested. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_massacre#Event
Reply
Reply
He can’t tell who fires first but it doesn’t matter, not when the crowd around him is suddenly screaming. America hears someone call for a physician, hears cries of “murderers” and he doesn’t think he’s ever agreed about something more.
As much as he wishes to stay, wishes to find out who died - who was murdered, he knows he needs to leave, needs to leave before England catches up with him. Without a second thought he attaches himself to a group that’s running in the direction he needs to go, getting further and further away from the man who raised him ( ... )
Reply
Hope there's more <3
Reply
!!! This is fantastic!! Thank you so much for writing it, anon!! Al's just... fka;ldkfa <3 the part about Canada... and the snowball... and all the history... <33333 thank you~~~!
Reply
Leave a comment