“Mais qu'est-ce que t'as foutu, Arthur!?” Francis exclaimed, gesturing wildly at his-no, now her-ample chest. Arthur seemed unable to say anything, his vision fixated on spot no gentleman would dare admit to look at, but a slap from the other brought back his senses and he quickly moved his head to stare at a spot to the left of Francis’ head, wishing his face were a little less red. “What did you do!?”
Arthur coughed, his voice suddenly returning as his anger resurfaced. “Me?! I told you time and time again not to just come into my house unannounced, especially when I’m working with magic! It’s your own bloody fault, bastard!” He yelled back, his face red from anger now.
“Va te faire foutre! Fix it!” Francis yelled. His-her hands flew to her
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Definitely not OP
anonymous
June 5 2009, 19:30:08 UTC
But regardless, I was squeeing over this fill before I even clicked the link. I have to say: the fact that her name is Marianne absolutely killed me. You've killed me, anon. HOW COULD YOU? DD:
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anonymous
June 5 2009, 19:42:36 UTC
OMG, just found this and YOU ARE SO MADE OF WIN. I am looking forward to this like whoa. And you used the requested name! My inner Francophile is so geekily pleased. I think I've got some poster with Marianne-as-part-of-the-tricolor somewhere in the mess in my room. Ah, France, when the US has an old guy in stars-and-stripes pants/suspenders and the UK has the fat, ugly John Bull, you have a half-naked girl. <3
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anonymous
June 6 2009, 00:44:25 UTC
I hope I don't disappoint with the rest of the fill ♥ My fills have a tendency to start with one idea in mind then morph into something completely different from what I was planning D:
A Day in the Life [2a/?]
anonymous
June 6 2009, 00:41:02 UTC
Arthur was the first one up that morning, and in a rare moment of wanting to do something nice for his family ‘just because,’ he decided that he would make breakfast. Needless to say, when Marianne came dashing in exclaiming “Ma cuisine,” he was quite annoyed.
“Look, it was only a small fire,” Arthur said in a misguided attempt to comfort the crying Marianne. “Porridge usually doesn’t destroy the kitchen.”
“Mon cher Arthur,” Marianne started quietly, trying to keep her emotions under control. “You were only boiling water. There shouldn’t have been a fire. Ever. From boiling water.”
“But-“
“Leave. Maintenant. Go…wake the boys and I’ll try to…salvage…something for breakfast.” And, without letting Arthur get a word in edge-wise, she pushed him out of the kitchen
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A Day in the Life [2b/?]
anonymous
June 6 2009, 00:41:28 UTC
“Boy, it’s too early in the morning to be yelling! I asked if you were going to join us for breakfast.” Arthur repeated, but Alfred kept staring at him blankly. Matthew elbowed his brother and showed him something that looked suspiciously like ear plugs.
“Oh yeah!” Alfred yelled before reaching up and pulling the plugs out of his own ears. “Sorry father. What were you saying?”
Arthur stared at the boys in shock, not having expected them to be wearing ear plugs. “Why-what-Why are you guys using ear plugs?” The boys turned bright red and turned away, refusing to look Arthur in the eye. “Answer me,” He said sternly, “Or else no breakfast.”
“We were wearing them because, um,” Matthew bravely started, but his face only grew redder and he used his polar bear to hide it. “On second thought, I’ll just miss breakfast.”
“You and maman are too loud!” Alfred shouted before joining his brother in hiding his face.
Arthur continued staring at them. Too loud? What were they too loud doing-Oh. At night. Oh. Arthur turned away from the boys, his
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A Day in the Life [3/?]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 06:17:13 UTC
Breakfast was more or less quiet, broken only when Marianne couldn’t hold back an escaped giggle or two. Arthur was doing a superb job of avoiding eye contact with everyone, and the boys were perfectly playing the part of “children should be seen, not heard.” In fact, Matthew was playing the role so perfectly, that his plate was taken away while he was still eating, his quiet protest falling on deaf ears.
With Arthur away from the table with the dirty dishes, Marianne got a devilish smile on her face and leaned forward so that she was closer to the boys. “So, mes fils, your father told me something très intéressant. He said
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A Day in the Life [4/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 22:11:47 UTC
Before you read this update, in my defense, a cracky plot was asked for. I hope this part is cracky enough and that you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D
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After a few minutes of nearly hugging the life out of Alfred, Marianne pulled away and ran a hand through the boy’s hair. “I think you need a haircut. You haven’t been taking care of your hair like Matthew has been, have you? You’re starting to resemble a golden caterpillar. Come.” Before anyone could protest, Marianne had grabbed the poor boy’s hand and dragged him to her bathroom for an impromptu haircut. Matthew looked at Arthur curiously, before quietly asking, “Why are you blushing, father?” The embarrassed Nation shrugged off the question and childhood memories and quickly leaving the dining room full of tinkling laughter behind. Why did the fairies find enjoyment in his embarrassment, anyway? Considering he was the only one who could see them and interact with them, surely they would be nicer?
A Day in the Life [5/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 22:12:20 UTC
Arthur, in a bad mood thanks to his less-than-spectacular morning, decided that working on his embroidery would be therapeutic…and practical since he always found a way to use what he made. He -was so lost in his embroidery, that he didn’t notice a-still-long-haired-Alfred standing in front of him until the boy almost shouted “Father!”
Startled, Arthur stilled the needle and glanced at the boy. “What, Alfred? You know I don’t like being interrupted while embroidering.” Alfred shifted his weight from one leg to the other, looking oddly nervous. Why was he shifting so? Alfred didn’t shift…he was always confident and never nervous. What changed? And why was his hair still long? Wasn’t Francis-Marianne, different name, remember that-supposed to have cut it? She even missed a really…long…curly…oh. This was Matthew, not Alfred.
As if he had heard his father’s thoughts, Matthew said quietly, “It’s Matthew, not Alfred. Um, maman wanted me to tell you that, um, she needs help because, ah, Alfred is being…unruly?” Before Arthur could question
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A Day in the Life [6/?]
anonymous
June 18 2009, 04:22:29 UTC
The next couple of hours were spent with Arthur hiding from his family in his not-so-secret magic room, the boys playing together outside after Matthew had cut Alfred’s hair to a length the louder twin deemed acceptable, and Marianne cooking up a storm in the kitchen, taking her anger out on the cooking utensils, all the while muttering about stupid Nations who don’t care about how embarrassing their grooming habits were. No one was looking to a reunification at lunch, but it was inevitable
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A Day in the Life [6/?] Author's Notes
anonymous
June 18 2009, 04:23:57 UTC
Hey look! Life let up on me and I was able to update before the weekend...which is kind of funny since I probably won't have time to get an update up this weekend ^^; On the bright side, my classes end Monday so hopefully there will be an early-to-mid week update next week (if not sooner) ♥
French translations: Désolée: Sorry Mon petit chou: A term of endearment. Literally translates to "My little cabbage" le lapin: The rabbit
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“Mais qu'est-ce que t'as foutu, Arthur!?” Francis exclaimed, gesturing wildly at his-no, now her-ample chest. Arthur seemed unable to say anything, his vision fixated on spot no gentleman would dare admit to look at, but a slap from the other brought back his senses and he quickly moved his head to stare at a spot to the left of Francis’ head, wishing his face were a little less red. “What did you do!?”
Arthur coughed, his voice suddenly returning as his anger resurfaced. “Me?! I told you time and time again not to just come into my house unannounced, especially when I’m working with magic! It’s your own bloody fault, bastard!” He yelled back, his face red from anger now.
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My fills have a tendency to start with one idea in mind then morph into something completely different from what I was planning D:
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“Look, it was only a small fire,” Arthur said in a misguided attempt to comfort the crying Marianne. “Porridge usually doesn’t destroy the kitchen.”
“Mon cher Arthur,” Marianne started quietly, trying to keep her emotions under control. “You were only boiling water. There shouldn’t have been a fire. Ever. From boiling water.”
“But-“
“Leave. Maintenant. Go…wake the boys and I’ll try to…salvage…something for breakfast.” And, without letting Arthur get a word in edge-wise, she pushed him out of the kitchen ( ... )
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“Oh yeah!” Alfred yelled before reaching up and pulling the plugs out of his own ears. “Sorry father. What were you saying?”
Arthur stared at the boys in shock, not having expected them to be wearing ear plugs. “Why-what-Why are you guys using ear plugs?” The boys turned bright red and turned away, refusing to look Arthur in the eye. “Answer me,” He said sternly, “Or else no breakfast.”
“We were wearing them because, um,” Matthew bravely started, but his face only grew redder and he used his polar bear to hide it. “On second thought, I’ll just miss breakfast.”
“You and maman are too loud!” Alfred shouted before joining his brother in hiding his face.
Arthur continued staring at them. Too loud? What were they too loud doing-Oh. At night. Oh. Arthur turned away from the boys, his ( ... )
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With Arthur away from the table with the dirty dishes, Marianne got a devilish smile on her face and leaned forward so that she was closer to the boys. “So, mes fils, your father told me something très intéressant. He said ( ... )
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After a few minutes of nearly hugging the life out of Alfred, Marianne pulled away and ran a hand through the boy’s hair. “I think you need a haircut. You haven’t been taking care of your hair like Matthew has been, have you? You’re starting to resemble a golden caterpillar. Come.” Before anyone could protest, Marianne had grabbed the poor boy’s hand and dragged him to her bathroom for an impromptu haircut. Matthew looked at Arthur curiously, before quietly asking, “Why are you blushing, father?” The embarrassed Nation shrugged off the question and childhood memories and quickly leaving the dining room full of tinkling laughter behind. Why did the fairies find enjoyment in his embarrassment, anyway? Considering he was the only one who could see them and interact with them, surely they would be nicer?
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Startled, Arthur stilled the needle and glanced at the boy. “What, Alfred? You know I don’t like being interrupted while embroidering.” Alfred shifted his weight from one leg to the other, looking oddly nervous. Why was he shifting so? Alfred didn’t shift…he was always confident and never nervous. What changed? And why was his hair still long? Wasn’t Francis-Marianne, different name, remember that-supposed to have cut it? She even missed a really…long…curly…oh. This was Matthew, not Alfred.
As if he had heard his father’s thoughts, Matthew said quietly, “It’s Matthew, not Alfred. Um, maman wanted me to tell you that, um, she needs help because, ah, Alfred is being…unruly?” Before Arthur could question ( ... )
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French translations:
Désolée: Sorry
Mon petit chou: A term of endearment. Literally translates to "My little cabbage"
le lapin: The rabbit
The character limit. Such a pain in the butt XD
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