Red Fall: 8/?
anonymous
June 25 2009, 00:46:04 UTC
It was almost six days before Ivan came again, not that Alfred knew; lost in pain and his constant mantra, which repeated like a broken record (the hero-the hero-the hero), it had felt like eternity. Alfred didn’t even look up as the door was opened; he thought it must have been another fragment of his mind, spurred by gnawing hunger and hurt. Still blindfolded, it was the smell that caught his attention.
The smellHe could feel his mouth whet from the aroma, the mild fragrance of flaky bread and melted butter. His ribs shifted painfully at the thought of swallowing, but he was almost too hungry to care
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Red Fall: 9/?
anonymous
June 25 2009, 00:50:22 UTC
“You promised, Ivan…Ivan, you promised you’d leave him alone and wouldn’t hurt him if I took my punishment and I did! I-Ivan, why…? It’s all I asked for…” Toris sobbed angrily, tears streaking down his face at the thought that his pain had been worth nothing.
“Ah, but it is because of that I couldn’t give it to you, my Liet; you were being selfish. I left Alfred alone, for almost a week, da? I thought it was too cruel,” Ivan said with a smile, “But that is another matter; the little patriot burns with his twisted ideals; it is the first step in the right direction, to get rid of all the bad. Make some broth while I take him upstairs, da?”
The Russian left the room with a smile, the mass in his arms mumbling, ‘Toris? Is he okay? TorisThe Lithuanian sank to his knees, tears clouding his vision as he pounded the floor; the broken bits of china bit into his hand, drawing red
( ... )
Red Fall: 10/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 01:59:48 UTC
(Again, A-Anon is still new at this, but she tried. Please pardon any grammar errors.)
The sheets felt cool against his flushed frame; a light washcloth had been laid across his forehead. The icy water trickled along his temple, quickly warming from the temperature of the flesh. America’s eyelids barely fluttered, the lashes brushing against his cheeks; his fever had yet to break, even though it had been two days since he was released from there. He had barely slept at all due to the pain he was in, both from his fever and the marks that Ivan had so lovingly given him; he would nod off for a few minutes only jerk back to reality.
But there was another reason; he didn’t want to fall asleep with the Russian so close. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself if he drifted off. He still clung to a few tattered banners of logic; he knew he needed to stay alert.
But it was so hardThough his bandages had been replaced, his ribs constantly ached and sent pulses of pain throughout his now weak body. He feebly cursed. Was this the fate
( ... )
Red Fall: 11/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 02:02:50 UTC
“Now, I have some soup for you; you are hungry, da?” Alfred gave the slightest of nods; he hadn’t eaten in so long the idea seemed almost foreign to him. Nevertheless, he reached out a gauze-draped hand towards the spoon resting in the cooling bowl. A light smack hit his hand and Alfred cried out pitifully, withdrawing into himself
( ... )
Red Fall: 12/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 02:05:59 UTC
“Perhaps this is enough for now; the little rebel seems tired,” Ivan said, returning the spoon to the bowl. Alfred made small noises of protest and pushed feebly against his chest; the Russian chuckled as he leaned into the man, trailing his lips along his ear
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 12/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 04:43:09 UTC
As an Amerinon, I really shouldn't enjoy seeing my country so beaten upon but...gah, you're just soo good at writing it! You turn me traitorous, writer-anon!
You handle the delicate ways of Russia's manipulation of America very well, though <3 The slow, careful way he breaks his resistance is just incredible and creepy, but it's Russia, so twistedly creepy methods are expected~
I'm waiting for some attempted Baltic rescue, lol. Maybe seeing America so broken will work odd reverse-psychology, and push Toris into the knight that's totally still at his core? XD
Re: Red Fall: 12/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 05:39:03 UTC
Oh A-Anon, You spoil us so much with your constant updates♥ but I think we all love you for that. This gets better everytime; and don't apologize for its length, the longer the better; it makes the writing more deep. Oh and I forgot to comment before, but I'm so glad you included Estonia in the previous parts; I'm really hoping to see more of the Baltics... Keep the good work A-Anon! This is one of the best fills I've seen for this pairing~
Re: Red Fall: 12/?
anonymous
June 26 2009, 06:33:39 UTC
Wahhhh this fic is so damn sexy ;w; I don't even like Russia/America that much but this caught my eye. Why do I enjoy seeing my own country being beaten down like this? Who knows. I love how you write Alfred's inward struggles. Like how he keeps telling himself not to give in, but Russia is just slowly draining out any resistance. And the Baltics~~~ I <3 their role in this. So in character too.
Red Fall: 14/?
anonymous
June 27 2009, 03:40:27 UTC
“I can’t-I don’t-w-who am I? Why c-can’t I r-remember?” the straw-haired man finally choked out, his eyes glazed with tears. Ivan gathered Alfred in his arms, whispering nothings into the sobbing man’s hair as he rubbed circles on his shuddering frame. Raising his chin with two fingers, violet eyes met azure as tears were wiped away. Suddenly, lips touched, and Alfred pressed into the contact, salty streaks still damp on his cheeks.
Flash; unbearable heat, his mind filled with cobwebs, warmth spreading across his mouth as he fell into unconsciousness-
They withdrew from each other, a light pink dusting on the American’s face. His still sleepy eyes regarded the Russian in a different light.
“Ah-I-Ivan…?” Ivan turned his smile as high as possible as he hugged Alfred tightly.
“Yes, Мой любимый; you haven’t forgotten me after all. I-I’m so grateful,” the elder country said, misty eyes the final touch on his act. Alfred rested on the other, his hands holding the coat in a slackened grip.
The smellHe could feel his mouth whet from the aroma, the mild fragrance of flaky bread and melted butter. His ribs shifted painfully at the thought of swallowing, but he was almost too hungry to care ( ... )
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“Ah, but it is because of that I couldn’t give it to you, my Liet; you were being selfish. I left Alfred alone, for almost a week, da? I thought it was too cruel,” Ivan said with a smile, “But that is another matter; the little patriot burns with his twisted ideals; it is the first step in the right direction, to get rid of all the bad. Make some broth while I take him upstairs, da?”
The Russian left the room with a smile, the mass in his arms mumbling, ‘Toris? Is he okay? TorisThe Lithuanian sank to his knees, tears clouding his vision as he pounded the floor; the broken bits of china bit into his hand, drawing red ( ... )
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I don't even LIKE America that much, but this fic omfg please update soon anon. I'm begging you.
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VERY good for your first fill! ;o; I am the worst kind of American for loving how Mother Russia is taking care of anon's country. XD;;
Anon can't wait to read the rest<3
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The sheets felt cool against his flushed frame; a light washcloth had been laid across his forehead. The icy water trickled along his temple, quickly warming from the temperature of the flesh. America’s eyelids barely fluttered, the lashes brushing against his cheeks; his fever had yet to break, even though it had been two days since he was released from there. He had barely slept at all due to the pain he was in, both from his fever and the marks that Ivan had so lovingly given him; he would nod off for a few minutes only jerk back to reality.
But there was another reason; he didn’t want to fall asleep with the Russian so close. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself if he drifted off. He still clung to a few tattered banners of logic; he knew he needed to stay alert.
But it was so hardThough his bandages had been replaced, his ribs constantly ached and sent pulses of pain throughout his now weak body. He feebly cursed. Was this the fate ( ... )
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nnng, Don't give up Alfred!
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the beating, and now spoon feeding?
OP is turned on already
I can't wait for tomorrow to be here for the next parts!
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You handle the delicate ways of Russia's manipulation of America very well, though <3 The slow, careful way he breaks his resistance is just incredible and creepy, but it's Russia, so twistedly creepy methods are expected~
I'm waiting for some attempted Baltic rescue, lol. Maybe seeing America so broken will work odd reverse-psychology, and push Toris into the knight that's totally still at his core? XD
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This gets better everytime; and don't apologize for its length, the longer the better; it makes the writing more deep. Oh and I forgot to comment before, but I'm so glad you included Estonia in the previous parts;
I'm really hoping to see more of the Baltics...
Keep the good work A-Anon! This is one of the best fills I've seen for this pairing~
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Why do I enjoy seeing my own country being beaten down like this? Who knows. I love how you write Alfred's inward struggles. Like how he keeps telling himself not to give in, but Russia is just slowly draining out any resistance. And the Baltics~~~ I <3 their role in this. So in character too.
This anon cannot wait for more ;AAA;
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Flash; unbearable heat, his mind filled with cobwebs, warmth spreading across his mouth as he fell into unconsciousness-
They withdrew from each other, a light pink dusting on the American’s face. His still sleepy eyes regarded the Russian in a different light.
“Ah-I-Ivan…?” Ivan turned his smile as high as possible as he hugged Alfred tightly.
“Yes, Мой любимый; you haven’t forgotten me after all. I-I’m so grateful,” the elder country said, misty eyes the final touch on his act. Alfred rested on the other, his hands holding the coat in a slackened grip.
Something felt…wrong. But Ivan ( ... )
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Can't wait for the next chapter!
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can't wait to see the Baltics reaction to his memory loss
tomorrow needs to come faster!
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