Are You Sleeping, Brother John? [1/3?]
anonymous
June 16 2009, 23:00:31 UTC
I’m not the original anon who offered to fill this, but the plot intrigued me. So I hope you enjoy this, nonetheless. God, France, why are you such an easy puppy to kick? ___
Arthur finally finds the great git in the nursery, of all places.
Then again, he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s Francis. He thinks himself suave, attractive, and smooth. He’s regarded as a country of culture and elegance.
He’s a man fast asleep on the floor of the children’s room, snoring loud and long as he presses his face into a doll’s dress. The candlelight casts thin highlights in his hair and shadows on his face. And Arthur almost thinks he’s beautiful when he realizes that the daft bastard is asleep on the floor of the children’s roomArthur huffs out a sigh and puts a foot in the room, opening his mouth to tell the poncy twit off
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As the other commentors have said, I love how you portrayed France's affection towards the children because it makes it all the more tragic when they all end up dying, being taken away or turning into "a power-guzzling, arrogant, pompous bastards".
I loved what England says to comfort France and that ending line is so heartbreaking... A perfect way to end a perfect fic. Thank you so much for the great fill!
Re: Are You Sleeping, Brother John? [4/4]
anonymous
June 22 2009, 12:05:27 UTC
“They - they said he was fine with Monsieur Simon,” he said. “They - they never told anyone of how they made him rut with whores. They never told anyone of the humiliation - the fear - they never told anyone of how he cursed and swore on his parents’ names.”
YES. OH GOD YES.
This fic hurts in more ways than one. *tears* Brilliant anon!
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Arthur finally finds the great git in the nursery, of all places.
Then again, he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s Francis. He thinks himself suave, attractive, and smooth. He’s regarded as a country of culture and elegance.
He’s a man fast asleep on the floor of the children’s room, snoring loud and long as he presses his face into a doll’s dress. The candlelight casts thin highlights in his hair and shadows on his face. And Arthur almost thinks he’s beautiful when he realizes that the daft bastard is asleep on the floor of the children’s roomArthur huffs out a sigh and puts a foot in the room, opening his mouth to tell the poncy twit off ( ... )
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As the other commentors have said, I love how you portrayed France's affection towards the children because it makes it all the more tragic when they all end up dying, being taken away or turning into "a power-guzzling, arrogant, pompous bastards".
I loved what England says to comfort France and that ending line is so heartbreaking... A perfect way to end a perfect fic. Thank you so much for the great fill!
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YES. OH GOD YES.
This fic hurts in more ways than one. *tears* Brilliant anon!
I've always fancied Francis a royalist.
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