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
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 20/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 04:16:59 UTC
OP is sad to hear that tomorrow would be the end of this AWESOME story D: (I hope ending will end up being really long lol) but like HOLY CRAP ALMOST SMUT IS INCREDIBLY HOT (my imagination ran with it) Luck is with Ivan right now poor Liet, it seems every time he finds hope again he gets slam right back down. I do wonder how this'll end. Will Liet get to be a hero and kick ass? xD
Red Fall: 21/?
anonymous
June 30 2009, 01:44:49 UTC
Please check the Author's Notes at the bottom after reading. Please pardon any errors and enjoy. :)
A month.
To the personified countries, most of whom had lived hundreds, if not thousands, of years, this period was merely a drop in the ocean of time.
Arthur stared at the steaming cup of Earl Grey, the vapors twisting and curling into the air.
Then why had it felt like eternity?
Even in the darkest periods in his history, never had it felt so long; minutes ticked by as if they were hours and the sun and the moon no longer seemed to want to meet. It had been like this ever since-
The Englishman buried his face in his hands, threading his hair through his fingers.
AlfredNumbly, he realized that the meeting would be starting soon. Tossing a few creased and rumpled bills onto the table, Arthur drew his coat tight around him and exited the small coffee shop, his teacup untouched
( ... )
Red Fall: 23/?
anonymous
June 30 2009, 01:53:34 UTC
Deafening silence descended upon the room, all attention on the three broken countries before them.
Laughter.
“Hehe…Aha-Ahahaha,” the Lithuanian chuckled, the sounds forced and sick; he met the gaze of the crowd, his eyes blank and his smile crooked, “I-I knew an America once; he was a HERO and HEROES never lose. HEROES save people; they save everyone and everything; all except themselves. Haha…isn’t that funny?”
The crowd watched in shock as Toris laughed, the sounds so unnatural and vile; his eyes misty, Latvia took one of his brother’s arms, Eduard the other. The youngest looked to England, his eyes full of unshed tears.
“Arthur; please let us pass,” the voice was tired and quiet, the tone saturated with pain.
“B-but America-”
“America is dead,” Estonia whispered harshly, his throat thick with emotion, “Now move.”
Numbly, England stepped aside, watching as the brothers sat Toris in his chair and began to comfort him, whispering in low, muted tones.
D-dead“Well, um,” Arthur began, his voice shaking, “I-If everyone is
( ... )
Red Fall: 24/25
anonymous
June 30 2009, 01:58:18 UTC
Eyebrows furrowed; extensive illness? America was sick? The blonde turned towards Ivan, a faint blush blooming on his cheeks.
“However, I have been lucky that Moth-I mean, Ivan, has been there to help me through my recovery. Without him I wouldn’t have been able to regain my memory, and for that, I am very grateful.”
Jaws fell slack around the table. America was grateful to Ivan? Were they not in the middle of a now five-year conflict? Regain what memory? What on earth-
“What the fuck did you do to him, Braginski?” Arthur began slowly, slamming his fist against the table, “You sonofabitch! What the fuck did you do?!”
England’s tone startled America, causing the sky-eyed man to retreat to comfort in his captor’s hold. France, while as upset as England, held the other country back.
“Angleterre, calm down!” Francis said harshly, jerking Arthur back in his grasp. Ivan mentally laughed at the spectacle before him; he had expected a similar response, though the death-glares from around the table were an unexpected, but cute,
( ... )
Red Fall: 25/25
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:03:30 UTC
It had taken almost twenty years, but the United Soviet- American People’s Republic had conquered all of the world’s major powers. It had taken great sacrifices and ingenious military skill, but they had triumphed, and the beginnings of a new world lay at their feet.
Alfred served as Ivan’s right-hand man, his closest confident and friend, his lover even, the blonde would sometimes bashfully admit. Everything had come together for them; at the top of the world, the view was beautiful, and Ivan was his sun amongst the clouds.
The bespectacled man smiled as he made his way down the hallway, his perfectly shined black boots clicking on the floor beneath him. He sighed blissfully.
One couldn’t help but wonder how everything came together so perfectlyHe opened the storage room door; he was looking for a vase to put the new batch of sunflowers in. Ivan had instructed him to only look in the main storage area, but he just couldn’t find the right vase, so he strayed into the older rooms
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 25/25
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:09:13 UTC
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A-Anon! Why ;_; You have completely and utterly broken my heart and--guh.
I loved reading it. But at the same time... T_T
For a first time poster and a fledging writer, you did extraordinarily well. And, well, this anon would fucking love a sequel. You left it at the perfect spot for a sequel and this...it's just so sad. Please...it's just so heart breaking as is T___T
OP IS SPEECHLESS
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:33:09 UTC
HOLY FUCKING SHIT WORLD DOMINATION HAS NEVER BEEN SEXIER i totally didn't expect this lol even though it's so heart breaking (omg poor Liet) but Alfred seems so happy especially when Russia called him Alfred for the first time. To think Russia and America against the rest of the world is ... kinda scary/awesome.
A-Anon ILU for this and THANKYOUTHANKYOU FOR FILLING MY REQUEST >.< you surpassed my expectations and blown me away every time you update. And you updated everyday. HOW DO YOU DO THIS?
and I would LOVE LOVE LOVEEE that sequel!! Cause that ending is ... soo cruel D: WHAT DOES THIS DOGTAG IT MEAN!?!?! What happen to Liet's eye?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALFRED?
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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...which means I can't wait for the next chapters. Thank you for writing this... this is such an emotional piece!
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but like HOLY CRAP
ALMOST SMUT IS INCREDIBLY HOT (my imagination ran with it)
Luck is with Ivan right now
poor Liet, it seems every time he finds hope again he gets slam right back down. I do wonder how this'll end. Will Liet get to be a hero and kick ass? xD
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A month.
To the personified countries, most of whom had lived hundreds, if not thousands, of years, this period was merely a drop in the ocean of time.
Arthur stared at the steaming cup of Earl Grey, the vapors twisting and curling into the air.
Then why had it felt like eternity?
Even in the darkest periods in his history, never had it felt so long; minutes ticked by as if they were hours and the sun and the moon no longer seemed to want to meet. It had been like this ever since-
The Englishman buried his face in his hands, threading his hair through his fingers.
AlfredNumbly, he realized that the meeting would be starting soon. Tossing a few creased and rumpled bills onto the table, Arthur drew his coat tight around him and exited the small coffee shop, his teacup untouched ( ... )
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Laughter.
“Hehe…Aha-Ahahaha,” the Lithuanian chuckled, the sounds forced and sick; he met the gaze of the crowd, his eyes blank and his smile crooked, “I-I knew an America once; he was a HERO and HEROES never lose. HEROES save people; they save everyone and everything; all except themselves. Haha…isn’t that funny?”
The crowd watched in shock as Toris laughed, the sounds so unnatural and vile; his eyes misty, Latvia took one of his brother’s arms, Eduard the other. The youngest looked to England, his eyes full of unshed tears.
“Arthur; please let us pass,” the voice was tired and quiet, the tone saturated with pain.
“B-but America-”
“America is dead,” Estonia whispered harshly, his throat thick with emotion, “Now move.”
Numbly, England stepped aside, watching as the brothers sat Toris in his chair and began to comfort him, whispering in low, muted tones.
D-dead“Well, um,” Arthur began, his voice shaking, “I-If everyone is ( ... )
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“However, I have been lucky that Moth-I mean, Ivan, has been there to help me through my recovery. Without him I wouldn’t have been able to regain my memory, and for that, I am very grateful.”
Jaws fell slack around the table. America was grateful to Ivan? Were they not in the middle of a now five-year conflict? Regain what memory? What on earth-
“What the fuck did you do to him, Braginski?” Arthur began slowly, slamming his fist against the table, “You sonofabitch! What the fuck did you do?!”
England’s tone startled America, causing the sky-eyed man to retreat to comfort in his captor’s hold. France, while as upset as England, held the other country back.
“Angleterre, calm down!” Francis said harshly, jerking Arthur back in his grasp. Ivan mentally laughed at the spectacle before him; he had expected a similar response, though the death-glares from around the table were an unexpected, but cute, ( ... )
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Alfred served as Ivan’s right-hand man, his closest confident and friend, his lover even, the blonde would sometimes bashfully admit. Everything had come together for them; at the top of the world, the view was beautiful, and Ivan was his sun amongst the clouds.
The bespectacled man smiled as he made his way down the hallway, his perfectly shined black boots clicking on the floor beneath him. He sighed blissfully.
One couldn’t help but wonder how everything came together so perfectlyHe opened the storage room door; he was looking for a vase to put the new batch of sunflowers in. Ivan had instructed him to only look in the main storage area, but he just couldn’t find the right vase, so he strayed into the older rooms ( ... )
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A-Anon! Why ;_; You have completely and utterly broken my heart and--guh.
I loved reading it. But at the same time... T_T
For a first time poster and a fledging writer, you did extraordinarily well. And, well, this anon would fucking love a sequel. You left it at the perfect spot for a sequel and this...it's just so sad. Please...it's just so heart breaking as is T___T
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I have a question...why was it that dog tag that brought the memories back? Who's Smith? Did I miss something? :-/
Still would love a sequel *nag nag* ♥
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OMG THIS! HERE! AHHHHHH! OH God this needs a sequel. This needs a sequel like burning!!!
F5's forever!
Recaptcha: Absolute Meteque? Strangely appropriate.
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WORLD DOMINATION HAS NEVER BEEN SEXIER i totally didn't expect this lol
even though it's so heart breaking (omg poor Liet) but Alfred seems so happy especially when Russia called him Alfred for the first time. To think Russia and America against the rest of the world is ... kinda scary/awesome.
A-Anon ILU for this and THANKYOUTHANKYOU FOR FILLING MY REQUEST >.< you surpassed my expectations and blown me away every time you update. And you updated everyday. HOW DO YOU DO THIS?
and I would LOVE LOVE LOVEEE that sequel!! Cause that ending is ... soo cruel D: WHAT DOES THIS DOGTAG IT MEAN!?!?! What happen to Liet's eye?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ALFRED?
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I just realized ... of all the things that would get Alfred to remember is a dogtag of one of his people. DAMN THAT IS GENIUS
btw OP is interested in drawing this whole story out AND the sequel too if you do plan on writing it!! Drawing as in a comic :D
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