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Lost Time - Placeholder

(Anonymous)

2011-02-23 06:14 am (UTC) (Link)

First chunk and request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13943.html?thread=37461111#t37461111
Scone chunk: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=65824569

Appologies for vanishing suddenly. Stuff happened and now I have a massive cold. DX I hope to be back soon.
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Re: Lost Time - Placeholder

(Anonymous)

2011-02-24 02:15 am (UTC) (Link)

YAY, you're still alive! :D
And we got colds at the same time D:
lol, "Scone chunk"? XD


*pitches tent*
*waits*
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Re: Lost Time - Placeholder

(Anonymous)

2011-02-25 10:17 am (UTC) (Link)

You-you're still around! ::cries with joy::

Please take care of yourself and get lots of rest. I can wait, now that I know you haven't forgotten us!

::feeds you chicken soup and lots of vitamin C & zinc::

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Re: Lost Time - Placeholder

(Anonymous)

2011-02-26 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you for feeding my addiction! Here's some virtual cold meds for you. Feel better soon! (Why is everyone is getting sick at the same time?)
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Re: Lost Time - Placeholder

(Anonymous)

2011-02-26 03:30 pm (UTC) (Link)

Yeah, everyone in my house is sick except for me. It must just be that time on year. Thank you for stopping in to let us know whats up.
I eagerly await your next update, however until then, I will occupy myself by googling baby names (Ah, for my characters that is ;^^).
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Lost Time - [11a/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 09:14 am (UTC) (Link)

*apologizes forever for the wait*This should have been up, like, a week ago, but the computer was in use and yadda yadda Murphy’s Law. There’s something about this chapter that just… bugs me. I don’t even know what it is. Graaah. And uh, suggested song to go with the first segment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jR7Ab7fZuw

The force of Arthur’s punch sends Great Britain tumbling to the floor. He lands awkwardly on top of his cane and shoots Arthur a glare that quickly morphs into shock and confusion. He recovers himself quickly, however, and resumes his glaring. England glares right back.

“Who exactly do you think you are?” Great Britain snarls, pulling his cane free and staggering upright.

“Who do I look like?” England spits back. “I am you, Arthur Kirkland, United Kingdom of Great Britain and North Ireland; dropped into this world by a blundered spell.”

“And why, exactly, did you feel the need to punch me in the face? What have I done to make you so angry?”

“You murdered America.” England accuses, his voice hard and flat. A myriad of emotions flash across Great Britain’s face –sorrow, regret, something like shame- before he settles on anger, pure boiling rage.

“I did no such thing.” He snaps, shifting his weight to the right and slowly raising his cane horizontally in front of him, like a weapon.

“Really now?” Arthur challenges, feeling the air around him become magically charged and the temperature drop several degrees. “You didn’t shatter him along with his rebellion? You didn’t shoot him down when you tried to murder his brother?”

“You’ve been talking to Colombia.”

“So that’s not true? You didn’t make Alfred watch when you hung Washington?” Great Britain doesn’t react, doesn’t even look ashamed this time. “The man was like a father to him!” England explodes. “What in the Queen’s name where you thinking?!”

“He needed to see that those kidnappers wouldn’t be able to manipulate him anymore. He needed to see that he was free again.” Great Britain replies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

England stares. Kidnappers? The Founding Fathers were never anything like kidnappers. Bad influences, yes. And Arthur had assumed that the rebellion was only a spat of teenage stubbornness, and thought it would pass. Obviously, it hadn’t, and even though the loss had and still sometimes did sting, England had to admit that America succeeded in standing up as his own, independent Nation. It makes Arthur sick all over again to imagine Alfred the way Matthew had described him after the executions. The image of Alfred nervous and jumpy, always terrified he’d done something wrong, is so very ay odds with the America that England knows, and something about it seems fundamentally wrong.

“You don’t know him at all, do you? Those men, his Founding Fathers, the ones you call kidnappers? He sought them out. He was growing up, and they believed in the same thing he dreamed of. He loves them! Did Matthew ever tell you about the nightmares Alfred had? The ones about losing to you? About watching his men hang?” Obviously not, given that Great Britain looks like he’s just had a bucket of glacial runoff thrown in his face. “You should have just let him go, Britain.”

Without warning, Great Britain lunges forward, swinging his cane at England’s face. He misses his mark by centimeters, and England is both alarmed and impressed when he sees the latch concealing a blade in the cane’s handle. Before his other self can use said blade, England grabs the cane and turn with the swing, yanking the weapon away from Great Britain and sending him tumbling out the door and very nearly into France. He’d actually forgotten the frog was even there.

“You have no right to say that!” Great Britain seethes, struggling to stand up. Without the aid of the cane, his left leg can’t properly support his weight.

“My America is still alive! I let him go and he made his mistakes, yes , but he’s still doing just fine on his own!” Arthur yells, rapidly coming to understand why his other self seems to make everyone furious just by being mentioned.

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Lost Time - [11b/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 09:16 am (UTC) (Link)

“So Colombia died instead?”

Canada” England stresses the difference. “is perfectly fine, though probably rather worried right now, as his twin brother just vanished.”

“What?” That gets Great Britain’s attention. England can see the pieces as they fall into place. “America, Alfred, he’s here?”

“And dying. Because of what you did.” The part of him that was a pirate and an empire revels in the metaphorical blood those words draw. “Which brings me to why I’m here. I need to figure out how to get him home before he dies.” Great Britain doesn’t respond. “If you refuse to help me, he’ll die. And you’ll have killed him again.”

“You’re lying. You have to be lying. There is no way that Alfred is…”

“Oh for- I’m not- I’m here. Why is it so hard for you to accept that Alfred is, too?!” Arthur is losing hope, fast. He just doesn’t know how in the world he’s supposed to convince someone who won’t even believe himself.

“It is true, Britain.” Says a quiet voice. From the bushes, a cluster of little fae emerge.

They’ve been watching this whole time. England realizes. They followed me here.

“He speaks truly, Britain. The boy is here, in this world, and his life is fading. Unless you offer your assistance, he is likely doomed.”

Great Britain stares furiously at the ground, torn between automatically rejecting the idea and the undeniable fact that the fae cannot lie. “Alright.” He spits the word as if it were poison. “I will help you.” The fae chirp and dance happily.

“We had hoped so.” One of them says in a sing-song voice. Arthur carefully offers Great Britain his cane back. He snatches it and motions sharply for England, France and the fae to follow him inside.
= =

“Is it normal for him to sleep this much?” Matthew asks Gilbert after Alfred falls asleep on the couch for the fourth time.

“Mm?” Gilbert looks up from the comic section of the newspaper. “Oh, yeah. Completely. It’s the migraine. When you’ve got a really bad one, all you want to do is sleep. Anything else hurts too much.” Matthew sighs.

“And it’s only going to get worse.” Already, less than a day after learning that America is dying, again, Colombia feels defeated, feels like going to pieces. He desperately wants to believe that England will find a way to get Alfred home, but at the same time, he can’t convince himself that there’s any chance at all. “How much worse?”

“A lot.” Prussia’s crimson eyes are haunted. “Everything just… stops working. Motor skills, senses. Everything.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Matthew asks. “You’ve got that look that you get when the past is haunting you.”

“I think so.” Gilbert replies after a long pause. “Facing your fears, or something like that. Besides,” he adds with his signature feral grin. “if you’re both gonna hang out here, someone has to get the groceries.”

Matthew smiles back, knowing that Gilbert is trying to cheer him up.

“Thanks.” He whispers, hoping Gilbert knows it’s for more than just the groceries. Gilbert keeps on grinning and goes back to reading the comics.
= =

Alfred wakes up again a few hours later. His migraine has finally cleared up and for the first time in forty eight odd hours, he actually feels almost normal. Aside from the dull ache of his missing population. To his surprise, most of the day is gone. When he wanders out of the living room , into the kitchen and sees the time he actually does a double take. And then looks again for good measure.

“Feeling better?” Colombia asks from behind him. America grins sheepishly and points at the clock.

“Is that thing right?” He asks.

“Yeah. You’ve been falling asleep for hours at a time all day. Gil says it’s normal to sleep like that with… you know. What’s happening. And migraines.”
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Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 09:18 am (UTC) (Link)

Alfred sighs and looks away. “I’ve… been trying not to think about it.” He mumbles. Behind him, Matthew flinches.

“I’m sorry. For… Well… I’m sorry.”

“You do it too.” America grins wryly. “Apologizing for things you can’t control. Just like Canada, back home.” Belatedly it occurs to him that Colombia may not appreciate being compared to his other self. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Is that good or bad?” He asks suspiciously.

“Normally, it’s annoying. But right now… It’s kinda comforting, you know?”

Colombia gives a small half-smile. “’Some things never change’?”

After a long pause where neither of them have anything to say, Alfred decides to take the plunge and ask the question that’s been lurking at the back of his mind for the last two days.

“Matt, why’d you attack Arthur the other night?”

Matthew freezes.

“We… Uh, we don’t get along well.” He mumbles awkwardly. “A long time ago he… did something that ended up driving a wedge between him and the rest of the world, eventually.”

“O…kay… But I don’t see how that’d cause you to go after him like that. “ Alfred watches curiously as Matthew’s face becomes hard and expressionless. His brother is silent for so long that Alfred starts to feel nervous, and worried he won’t get an answer at all, he prods gently at the edge of Matthew’s mind.

Immediately, Matthew throws a sheer, towering wall of ice up around his mind. The force of it sends Alfred staggering backwards, both in the real world and his mind.

As abruptly as it went up, the icy barrier dissolves and Colombia starts apologizing. A good chunk of what he says goes right over America’s head. His brain seems to have stopped working all together from the shock of being blocked so violently. In their entire history, America can only think of three times Canada had blocked him out so entirely. And two of those times America had been invading him. Colombia is still apologizing when America’s brain restarts.

“Sorry.” He says again. “It’s… What he did effected me most directly.”

Something in Matthew’s voice, in the way he stands and the scraps of emotion and thought drifting from his mind sets off a quiet but persistent alarm bell in the back of Alfred’s head. He frowns, listening as close as he can to his twin’s thoughts without actually touching his consciousness.

-can’t believe-
Grief
-never realized-
Rage
-he mer--


A sudden torrent of violent German expletives from the general direction of the front door breaks Alfred’s concentration and the understanding he had almost grasped drifts away with the fragments of Matthew’s consciousness.

“Matthew Williams, if you don’t get this bear thing of yours off my leg in the next thirty seconds I am going to lock it in the shed and eat the key! See if I don’t!” Prussia appears in the door of the kitchen, holding two giant, overflowing brown paper bags. Matthew’s bear is trying to climb his leg. Alfred dissolves into helpless fits of giggles as Gilbert tries and fails to detach Kumajirou by flailing his leg wildly. Matthew makes an exasperated noise and pries the white ball of fuzz off his friend’s leg. The bear makes a high pitched, sad sound.

“Food!” He whines pitifully. Colombia stares at his bear sternly. America laughs even harder.

“Kuma, you know better.” Matthew lectures. “The food gets unpacked, then you can eat it. “

“Which means no leg-climbing!” Gilbert adds.

In response, Kumajirou grows until Matthew can’t hold him up anymore. As soon as all four of his feet are on the ground, he goes to the counter where Gilbert deposited the grocery bags and starts searching them for his dinner.
= =

I hate dialog. Really, I do. It makes the paragraphs so short.

Jeez. Again, sorry for the wait. I didn’t mean to vanish like that. About half of this was written very shortly after the previous chapter went up, but alas, life. -_-ll

On a completely unrelated note, is anyone else here playing OkamiDen? I swear Kurow is Poland. ._.;;

Aaaand it’s three a.m. Time to sleep. x.x
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-19 10:53 am (UTC) (Link)

<3
So happy to see an update.:)

(And a Prussia for you, if you haven't already seen it! http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/053/d/1/prussia_by_jazzchyk-d3a66ag.jpg )
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-20 03:59 am (UTC) (Link)

Your faithful YGO!non here! EEEEEEE UPDATE!!

Man, I wish England had full on kicked GB's butt.

Aww, guys. :( Don't be sadcakes!
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-20 05:32 am (UTC) (Link)

Yay! Thanks for the long-awaited update, authornon! Not saying that you should rush anything, of course. I'm just glad that you updated. :D

Great to see that things are progressing and things seem to be a lot more positive now... Great Britain actually agreed to cooperate, and you've got the humour at the end of this. Lovely stuff.

I hope GB hasn't got anything up his sleeves, though. I'm thinking he's definitely neurotic enough to pull something at the last minute, but I'm hoping he won't. O_O

Thanks again for the awesome update and keep up the good work! I'll be eagerly waiting for more. :D
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-20 10:09 am (UTC) (Link)

Just happy you're back, anon. :)

Overall, good chapter! I love your Kumajirou, and Columbia's habit of hiding information from Alfred is going to get him into trouble at some point, isn't it? XD

Crit in white, feel free to ignore - this is your story!: Great Britain going from denial-of-his-actions to capitulation seemed a little rushed - after two hundred years of being a bitter old man, I feel like he should either a) have had a bit of a clue bat taken to him pre-story (so less certain of his actions, though convinced of his intentions), and/or b) taken longer to agree to help Arthur (maybe he'd stall until he gets a promise to see Alfred "again," or been more surprised when the good fae reappeared to him). Not to say that he can't be a stubborn old coot, or that he wouldn't still be blind to many of the consequences of his actions, but the scene was pretty, hm, mercurial. If you decide to change it in de-anon - which is totally up to you! - it would be pretty easy to add a few more lines, space it out a bit. Since you don't like dialog, maybe add more body language, or descriptions of France grinning at Great Britain being laid out on the floor?

It looks long, but it's not a big issue. Still loving this, and can't wait for the next chapter! ♥

My copy of the game's in the mail, so I'll have to get back to you on Kurow. XD
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-03-20 10:49 am (UTC) (Link)

YAY, UPDATE! \o/

England & GB together! Can't wait to see what happens next!

God, I love how you write the interaction between America & Columbia and their telepathic link.


..Sorry if this is a dumb question but what was the third time Canada blocked out his brother? ^^;
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Authornon

(Anonymous)

2011-03-20 10:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Doh, I ment to put that in the notes. >_> The third time was during the FLQ Crisis.
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Re: Authornon

(Anonymous)

2011-04-03 12:45 am (UTC) (Link)

What is the FLQ crisis?

Please update soon because your story is sending chills down my spine!
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-04-27 09:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

-subtle poke- Sorry to be pushy but you keep leaving us at the good parts...
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-05-26 09:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

I'm so sorry! Life has thrown me a ton of curveballs recently and my muse appears to have run off. *hides face in shame* Hopefully things will calm down soon. -_____-
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-06-25 03:32 am (UTC) (Link)

Well feel free to bounce ideas off the wall as a note or something. And I hope life stops messing with you :)
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New Reader in <3

(Anonymous)

2011-05-07 04:50 am (UTC) (Link)

.....Hot damn. *slack jawed & open eyed awe*

I just found this story yesterday/early today (2am) and well, I just finished reading this whole thing and well....

*Gets on knees* I'm not worthy, but THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! *tears of joy*.

I just cant get over this. I did read the original verse by Gemini Star a while ago but I didn't know about this until this morning. Man am I glad of my habit of not going to sleep until very, very late. I might have never found you then and I'd be missing out on an epic story.

I must now keep this on an open tab and refresh every few hours.
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Great Britain opens his front door and--and England punches Great Britain square in the jaw. I hope Alt!France saw that. See England is different from GB.

England is both alarmed and impressed when he sees the latch concealing a blade in the cane’s handle. what an interesting idea and thing to note. I kinda wonder if GB has ever used the cane's blade for anything, then I get the Feel that GB is twisted and well, I'd kinda worried on the answer.

Arthur had assumed...a spat of teenage stubbornness...though the loss had and still sometimes did sting, England had to admit that America succeeded in standing up as his own, independent Nation. So Arthur can accept the reality that Al doesn't need him to stand on his own. GB on the other hand probably cant even get a shadow of a clue.

Those men, his Founding Fathers, the ones you call kidnappers? He sought them out. He was growing up, and they believed in the same thing he dreamed of. He loves them! THIS. This very sentence explain why America had these people as his Founding Fathers and why he loves them. He chose them and that makes their mark on him so very very deep and so very very very strong. Having GB kill them, and force him to watch, was just CRUEL beyond words and it's now understandable how their deaths broke Alfred.

Alfred’s concentration and the understanding he had almost grasped drifts away and the whole keeping the truth from Al is going to kick them all in the ass later on.

I also worry on how GB will latch on to the idea of an alive Alfed. I kinda want him to see Al and go 'I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm sorry. I love you!' and willing to do anything (while doting and adoring) to help Alfred out. But then I get the suspicion that eventually the good will to help them go home will twist and he'd get the idea that 'Alfred can't leave me again.' train of thought will rule him.

I'd keep on going and telling you what I love and comment on all past parts but it seems kinda redundant so I'll just tell you that I <3 you for this and will faithfully follow and review your next segmants.
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New Reader again

(Anonymous)

2011-05-07 06:05 am (UTC) (Link)

Sorry just noticed that I forgot to add something on earlier.

So Alfred is suffering because there are no Americans and everyone who should/would be his people are Colombia!Matts. But:

Alfred is the United States of America
Matt is the United States of New Colombia.

Can't Alfed just focus on the fact that the United States survived an have that help him alittle to relieave his pain? Obvoiusly not much but some. Or is that too out there?
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-06-08 03:15 am (UTC) (Link)

...did you die or are finals killing you?
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-10-02 10:08 pm (UTC) (Link)

-starts campfire- anybody want smores while we wait?
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-10-07 01:41 am (UTC) (Link)

Hand some over.
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-10-09 04:18 pm (UTC) (Link)

-passes a stack- Cheers.
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Re: Lost Time - [11c/?]

(Anonymous)

2011-10-11 03:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Only if there are campfire songs involved.
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