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
( ... )
Mmmmm Kotmis Satsivi sounds delicious after I googled it. I could ... almost make it! Missing a chicken lol BASHFUL AMERICA IS ADORABLE DAMMIT SO CLOSE LIET! SO CLOSE!
I love how Ivan is struggling to keep things his way because of Liet. At the moment, I have no idea how things will turn out for America and that's what makes this exciting for me. Especially since I didn't specify how I wanted it to end. Will there be a happy ending for Russia, or will America get it? OR BOTH? I DUNNO ¯\(°_0)/¯ (I don't mind any ending) Although at the moment I don't want this end anytime soon. I LOVE THIS AND YOU A-ANON!!!! *throws you internets*
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 07:45:39 UTC
I'M NOT SURE HOW TO EXPRESS MY JOY...SO I DECIDED TO ABUSE CAPSLOCK, EVEN THOUGH IT PALES IN COMPARISON TO MY TRUE LOVE OF THIS. YES. TIMID!ALFRED IS JUST TOO ADORABLE~
YOUR RUSSIA IS GREAT. TWISTED, BUT STILL...AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING, IF THAT MAKES SENSE.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS WILL END, WHICH MAKES IT AWESOMELY SUSPENSEFUL/EXCITING...AND KINDA CRAZY CUZ IT'S SO GOOD SOMETIMES ID ON'T WANT IT TO END...BUT I WANNA KNOW HOW IT DOES D8
I also am now curious to see how other nations would react to this broken!America
Re: Red Fall: 16/?
anonymous
June 28 2009, 08:30:49 UTC
I AM UTTERLY OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC NOW.
I'm too sleepy to coheriently write why I love this fanfiction to the extent that I do, but nonetheless, I adore this fic and I look forward to it's updates throughout the day. Like everyone else said, I LOVE how long this is, and how slowly manipulative you've made Ivan. It's wonderful.
Red Fall: 18/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 02:47:50 UTC
A-Anon is currently recovering from spasms after reading the comments for the last section; she squealed herself into fainting, but should be back soon (and accepts your internets, broken heart pieces, and pets the abused Caps Lock). Please pardon any errors you find and enjoy! :) Consciousness ebbed in cautiously, testing the mind’s waters for safety; eyes opened to an orange bathed room, the sky aflame with deep reds and pinks as the sun traded places with the moon. Ivan’s arms were draped around the American's now slight frame, loosely locked to hold Alfred in place. The tall Russian’s body was pressed against his own, spooning in a position usually reserved for the closest of lovers. The straw-blonde felt heat prickle across his cheeks
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Red Fall: 19/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 02:56:00 UTC
A beat of silence; the Russian had to be very careful now. This was his chance, the moment to cement all of his work in place; however, it would only work if the brat was willing…
Counting to five, Ivan turned the handle, making a show of leaving.
“Wait! I-I-Mother, I’m sorry! Please don’t leave!” a voice said, the tone choked with tears. Ivan smirked; this was going well. Wiping the smile from his face, he turned, facade composed into the most hurt expression he could muster.
“My patriot, you must be fully aware of what you say,” the Ivan said, slowly returning to the bed. He wiped the unshed drops from Alfred’s eyes, cupping the side of his face, “When you say you love Mother, Mother will give you his love in return; all of it.”
Alfred’s mind raced, his heart pumping loudly in his ears. He loved Mother; he was sure of it. Then why-why did he hesitate? It was that little voice, the one that told him he had to remember something…Well-well, what did it know?! It was wrong! Mother cared about him! Loved him!
Red Fall: 20/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 03:07:44 UTC
Toris compulsively kneaded his hands, his mind flickering back to dinner. It had taken both of his brothers to calm him, and even then it had taken nearly half-an-hour.
He didn’t used to be like this.
He used to be able to handle life with Ivan; the constant mental barrage, the violent beatings paired with gentle touches, complete isolation for weeks at a time; he’d made it through it all, his tears having run dry after only a few days. Then why-why was this any different?
Because it was America.
The ‘Land of the Free’ and ‘The Home of the Brave,’ the country that always leant a helping hand, that built up its own enemies so they could be free too. The Lithuanian felt his hands involuntary clench.
Weren’t he and his brothers enough to push around? No; he was never satisfied, not until he got exactly what he wanted, not a breath less
( ... )
Re: Red Fall: 20/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 03:25:14 UTC
*faints with Liet... for completely different reasons.* This... This is just. Words can't describe it. Or they can, but there's a reason I don't fill these things XD
Also Recaptcha: Speckled Heatfelt... *cries while hugging Alfred*
Re: Red Fall: 20/?
anonymous
June 29 2009, 03:32:44 UTC
OH SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT---- THIS HAS BECOME MY CURRENT MOST FAVORITE FANFIC ON THIS WHOLE KINK THREAD. CAPS CANNOT EXPRESS MY REACTION TO THIS. I-I-I'M SOOO INCOHERENT RIGHT NOW ;W; HERE! HAVE MY SOUL!
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
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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
( ... )
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BASHFUL AMERICA IS ADORABLE DAMMIT
SO CLOSE LIET! SO CLOSE!
I love how Ivan is struggling to keep things his way because of Liet. At the moment, I have no idea how things will turn out for America and that's what makes this exciting for me. Especially since I didn't specify how I wanted it to end. Will there be a happy ending for Russia, or will America get it? OR BOTH? I DUNNO ¯\(°_0)/¯ (I don't mind any ending) Although at the moment I don't want this end anytime soon. I LOVE THIS AND YOU A-ANON!!!! *throws you internets*
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YOUR RUSSIA IS GREAT. TWISTED, BUT STILL...AWARE OF WHAT HE'S DOING, IF THAT MAKES SENSE.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS WILL END, WHICH MAKES IT AWESOMELY SUSPENSEFUL/EXCITING...AND KINDA CRAZY CUZ IT'S SO GOOD SOMETIMES ID ON'T WANT IT TO END...BUT I WANNA KNOW HOW IT DOES D8
I also am now curious to see how other nations would react to this broken!America
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Liet, fight on, please. PLEASE.
...Alfred is really adorable though. This anon is also a horrible patriot.
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I'm too sleepy to coheriently write why I love this fanfiction to the extent that I do, but nonetheless, I adore this fic and I look forward to it's updates throughout the day. Like everyone else said, I LOVE how long this is, and how slowly manipulative you've made Ivan. It's wonderful.
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Counting to five, Ivan turned the handle, making a show of leaving.
“Wait! I-I-Mother, I’m sorry! Please don’t leave!” a voice said, the tone choked with tears. Ivan smirked; this was going well. Wiping the smile from his face, he turned, facade composed into the most hurt expression he could muster.
“My patriot, you must be fully aware of what you say,” the Ivan said, slowly returning to the bed. He wiped the unshed drops from Alfred’s eyes, cupping the side of his face, “When you say you love Mother, Mother will give you his love in return; all of it.”
Alfred’s mind raced, his heart pumping loudly in his ears. He loved Mother; he was sure of it. Then why-why did he hesitate? It was that little voice, the one that told him he had to remember something…Well-well, what did it know?! It was wrong! Mother cared about him! Loved him!
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He didn’t used to be like this.
He used to be able to handle life with Ivan; the constant mental barrage, the violent beatings paired with gentle touches, complete isolation for weeks at a time; he’d made it through it all, his tears having run dry after only a few days. Then why-why was this any different?
Because it was America.
The ‘Land of the Free’ and ‘The Home of the Brave,’ the country that always leant a helping hand, that built up its own enemies so they could be free too. The Lithuanian felt his hands involuntary clench.
Weren’t he and his brothers enough to push around? No; he was never satisfied, not until he got exactly what he wanted, not a breath less ( ... )
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This...
This is just. Words can't describe it. Or they can, but there's a reason I don't fill these things XD
Also Recaptcha: Speckled Heatfelt... *cries while hugging Alfred*
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THIS HAS BECOME MY CURRENT MOST FAVORITE FANFIC ON THIS WHOLE KINK THREAD.
CAPS CANNOT EXPRESS MY REACTION TO THIS. I-I-I'M SOOO INCOHERENT RIGHT NOW ;W;
HERE!
HAVE MY SOUL!
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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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