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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:09 pm
[[This is a private rp between me and Nidachu~~ USUK ftw! Cause Arthur is a spoilt Princess or at least tries to be... Took me a while to find a decent picture and forgive me while I still try and get America's personality together -_-]]  The rain was falling hard and so were the troops. Thick mud and grey skies seemed to represent the emotions of the day perfectly.
To think that after all Arthur had done for Alfred it would end up so bloody. If it wasn’t for France, he probably wouldn’t have gotten this far, but now he had to finish this alone.
The American nation cocked back the rifle to take aim once more.
He was sick of being seen as a kid! He was sick of Arthur holding him back! He could do so much more without him!
Like a bird trapped in a cage.
He wanted to start anew and become a great nation. A nation of hope and freedom!
Come on Arthur, can’t you see I’ve already out grown that cage?
It was a day of sorrow and a day of joy.
“England, it’s over, give up.”It was a day of Independence.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:33 am
You want to be free,
But in the end...  Oh, what a grand display of pathetic fallacy. The rain beating down hard on the beaten soldiers, the darkness, the mud, the blood. Proud England stood before his fallen troops, facing to finish the already lost battle. Bayonet in arms, doubled over slightly, tears facaded as rain pouring down his cheeks, staining his uniform. Heavy breaths escaped his lips.
That b*****d... How can he even stand to see me like this?! After so much...
He tensed, glaring a watery glare into America's eyes. Lifting his bayonet, ready to charge the spear, he straightened up as much as he could, stumbling backwards.
I... won't... lose...
Staring his oppressor stern in the face, he faltered, his chest wavering. F*** it. He stampeded forward, letting out a cry as he did, the blade of his bayonet eager to pierce. His heart raced a thousand miles in the mere second it took him to come within no more than a few inches in front of America.
He stopped, panting.
"You... idiot..."
was all he staggered out before throwing his weapon to the side and falling to his knees in front of America. Goddamnit, he knew he couldn't attack, not him...
"You... absolute b*****d!" He cried out, sorrow, frustration, anger running wild in his voice. Sobbing quietly, it turned into something of a husky laugh, bitter.
"You don't need me anymore... You win."... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:31 am
If only the rain was enough to hide the tears that streamed down Arthur's face.
He isn't... Don't cry...
It wasn't enough for him to ignore it and a terrible guilt hit America hard in the guts. But he was ready to fight till the end no matter the sacrifice because the victory was sure to be so much sweeter.
As England charged he braced himself, ready to deflect the hit, ready to-
He'd stopped. Why did he stop?!
England's weapon hit the mud hard, splattering his already blood and mud covered boots.
The sound of England's anger ringing in his ears... he had never heard him speak so bitterly to him like that before.
He'd never had Arthur direct his anger to him. He always used to smile when they were together...
Please don't cry...
America dropped his rifle.
He took his flag to hand. The Stars and Stripes. Now it would symbolise something so much more glorious.
A smile came to Alfred's lips.
"I declare this a day of Independence! The day which the United States of America won against the British!"Was he finally free?
The smile didn't last.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 2:15 pm
You want to be free,
But in the end...  Arthur woke in a cold sweat. His memory had been hassling him again. Memories of that day, that day when he lost, when he accepted fate, when he gave Alfred what he wanted. Freedom.Ahh, bugger, his head hurt. Not to mention the horrible groggy feeling that ran through his body thanks to the cold sweat. His chest heaved slowly and his fists gripped the moist sheets. Sighing a wavered sigh and wiping the tears that had trickled down the side of his face, he peeled himself from the bed, sitting up but burying his face in his hands. He always hated that dream, that memory, but it continued to haunt him and every so often he'd wind up like this. He let out a groan as he flung his legs over the bed, rubbing his forehead. Cupping the glass of water on his bedside-table in his palm and taking a sip, he peered at the calendar. July 3rd. Tomorrow...This time, he really didn't feel like going over to America's to celebrate. It was the middle of summer, but the outside didn't look promising for good weather, as was the norm for England. He sat staring at the calendar for a while, the following day marked with a giant circle and happy face, courtesy of Alfred's last visit. A little sprite flew beside Arthur, kissing him on the cheek in good morning and fluttered by the calendar.
I wonder... I wonder if he'll come here, if I don't show... ... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:16 pm
 America sighed, his brother's birthday was a couple of days ago but he couldn't find him! He even went to all the trouble of making him a card! Well, it didn't matter cause tommorow was the day that mattered! I mean, Canada who? He didn't fight for independence! He just asked quietly... No wonder no one remembered him.
The louder, more agressive brother, looked in the mirror, his mouth stuffed with a Big Mac with sesame seeds on his cheek and that damn bit of hair that always stuck up...
America lifted up his shirt.
No, not getting fat, good!
Arthur had told him to look after himself last time they spoke. As if Mcdonald's was bad for you!
Hey, England better be coming tommorow!
The Englishman was never reliable when it came to celebrating Alfred's birthday. He didn't understand why he had to be so miserable and lonely all the time and not enjoy the party.
America adjusted texas before reaching for the phone and he began to dial Arthur's number in.'beep beep. Beep beep.'He heard a response on the other end but seemed to have lost the ability to talk.
"MmmhmmphhghMmmm!"Swallow."Yo, England! You coming tommorow, right?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:46 pm
You want to be free,
But in the end... Arthur stretched his arms up as he yawned and got to his feet. A few brightly coloured sprites and faeries flew from the window and made the bed, sensing England's eagerness to get into the shower. He was grateful for having his magical little pals about. They were usually so helpful.
"Thanks guys" He half-mumbled to them as he made his way to the bathroom, the creatures sort of squeaking in reply. Leaning over the bathroom sink he stared at the mirror, the image before him not a tasteful one. His eyes and cheeks were red, hair more messed than usual, his features glistening with sweat. Geez... He splashed a few handfuls of water on his face, the cool sensation a sweet relief, and ran the bath. He ran his hands along the smooth, cool tiles, before lowering himself into the tub.
Moments later, the phone rang.
Oh fu--
He got out angrily and sprinted over to the impatient ringing and grabbed it.
"... Alfred? Ah, geez, what're you doing calling me so bloody early? Just cos it's evening at your house..." He sighed and tightedned the towel around his waist as he waited for Alfred to swallow, before he was asked' "Yo, England! You coming tommorow, right?"
England faltered.
Oh, great timing, idiot.
"I, ah, I don't know... I've had a lot of work assigned to me lately, y'know, France has been in a bit of trouble..." He stopped as he heard a whine emit from the other end. He leant against his bed, scratching the back of his head. All he was really doing was trying to make up some sorry excuse for not attending. Still, it felt nice to be pined for...
"Stop being a baby. ... I'll think about it..."
Not that you'd notice how upset I am.... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 8:56 am
"Huh? What's there to think about, Artie? It's gonna be awesome! You better show up and I wanna see an awesome present too!"If only England could see America's cheesy grin when he mentioned 'an awesome present'.
Alfred wondered around his home, slurping from his coke and came across a DVD lying on the floor.
I should probably tidy up a bit before tommorow...
Clothes and old burger boxes seemed to be littered in different kinds of places."Besides, I got this cool new DVD from Japan! And... I don' wanna watch it on my own."America picked up the DVD on the floor. Just looking at the cover of the DVD gave Alfred the creeps. -But as a true Hero...!- He knew there would obviously be others he could watch the DVD with but Arthur never seemed to be scared by those films."Hey, when was the last time we watched a movie together? C'mon, Arthur!"The question was retorical, the answer was aaages ago. The idea of sleeping alone after watching a scary movie wasn't very inviting either.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 12:45 pm
You want to be free,
But in the end... Arthur twisted his face as a little wave of guilt ran through him. Okay, so it seems he was wanted. But still, this was meant to be a celebration... of his defeat, his loss. Certainly not something a proud nation such as England would want to honour.
But of course, this was Alfred.
The sprites and faeries had gathered and increased in number, buzzing and fluttering excitedly around him. An annoyed hand waved them away. Well, they clearly wanted him to go, and they knew as well as he did that he wanted to go, too. It had been a while since they saw each other...
But... I don't want to have to see you on the day that reminds me you're no longer mine.
He let out a somewhat defeated sigh and fell onto his bed, pressing the phone between head and pillow. A present... eeeh, what was he meant to get him? Over the years he never really bothered. But... alright, I suppose he deserved it. Maybe. A little.
"Mmmm, stop pressuring me..." was the fairly incoherent mumble that came out.
"Besides, I got this cool new DVD from Japan! And... I don' wanna watch it on my own."
A slight, rather involuntary laugh ran past England's lips. Oh, he really was an idiot.
"And why can't you get any other of the nations to watch it with you?"
Ouch. That came out harsher than intended.
Bugger. Go on then... Let's see if you notice that I'm not being myself. Idiot. You never do.
He couldn't lie to himself though, not about this anyway; the idea of half-cradling America, holding him so that he wasn't scared... It appealed to the Englishman.
... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 3:51 pm
"Eh? It's just more fun watching scary movies with you. It'd be funny watching you freakout when the scary monster comes!"America knew all too well that he would be the one freaking out, but the idea of seeing Arthur crying from fear... Ha! That would make it all worth while!
The two countries made it a habbit to try and scare eachother at halloween but why restrict it to just then, huh? Not that he's ever won, though.
Who was he kidding? It wasn't cause he wanted to see Arthur scared but Arthur's kill-joy-attitude kinda helped kill the fear too. Alfred couldn't explain it but it was comforting."Anyways, just come or I might think you chickened out. I gotta go get ready for the awesome party, ya know. And isn't it some stupid time in the morning over there, Artie? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"Despite the fact it was Alfred who called him in the first place. But you should be congratulating the American for recognising that there are different time zones and that England's was quite far from the ones he was used to.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 10:29 am
You want to be free,
But in the end... Arthur closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, listening to the pathetic reasonings America gave for wanting to watch a movie with him.
Why can't you just say you want to be with me? Just... tell me you want to see me.
But he knew he wouldn't and Arthur knew he just had to content with this explanation. But this morning and last night hadn't been kind to the Englishman and so he couldn't help but harbour bitterness.
"You bloody well know that it's not me who's gonna be scared." he sighed again "... Jesus, alright, I'll come and watch with you..." he conceded, a heavy tone of reluctance in his voice. The sprites and faeries buzzed and squeaked happily around Arthur, and he couldn't help but smile. Okay, so he was a little glad that he was going. He really wanted to see America again, it had been quite a while.
And besides, Aflred had called him up... That must means he cares, at least a bit, right?
He rolled over as the conversation seemed to be dying out.
"....And isn't it some stupid time in the morning over there, Artie? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"... It's 4:30 in the morning, idiot. But I'm always up this early, but no-one in the right mind calls me at this time. But oh, I suppose you're not in the right mind, now are you Alfred?" He joked, a chuckle escaping his lips. Rubbing his eyes with his free hand, he snuggled into the bed a bit more, getting comfortable. It had been a while since they had spoken, England forgot how much he missed that familiar cheerful voice.
He paused.
"... You never usually call to ask if I'm coming..."
Did you even notice the times I didn't come?
... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 12:00 pm
"Hey! No way! I'm better than you! You're the one who talks to 'fairies'."Alfred laughed as he just pictured the drunken Arthur talking to himself but addressing the other part with a strange name he would have heard from a fairytale. He still remembered the stories Arthur told him, back in his early days, but they weren't real stories, right?
Must be the old age getting to him...
"... You never usually call to ask if I'm coming..." America began playing with the frays at the hem of his jeans."Ha, sure I do!"I really don't, do I?
Alfred began to question himself why he had even bothered ringing Arthur in the first place.
Because if I didn't call, he wouldn't show up... but why does that bother me so much?
'Cause...
"'Cause I've missed you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:40 am
You want to be free,
But in the end... Arthur tensed a little.
"'Cause I've missed you."
He hadn't heard him say that since he was a little kid... Back when he would wait months before visiting America again. Arthur couldn't help but let his smile grow into a shy grin. Hey, so long as Alfred couldn't see him, it was fine. Sparks of heat found their way up onto his cheeks, staining them a light pink as he wriggled on is bed a little, playing with the sheets. He tried to keep his composure...
"Yeah... I guess I've missed you too."
So much.
There was no mistaking the genuineness of what he said, despite however monotonic. A quiet, almost relieved sigh escaped his lips. For a moment he could pretend that this Alfred wasn't the oblivious nation he always was. Instead, he could see he cared and... noticed. It really had been a while since they last saw each other. Alfred was meant to be there at Canada Day but he never showed. Arthur assumed he forgot, stupid idiot.
Noticing that this silence was growing awkward and more prolonged than he wanted, Arthur broke in with another cynical comment.
"So, uh, hey, it's half 8 in the evening there, haven't you got things sorted for tomorrow? You lazy dingbat."
It dawned on him as he said that that America was eight hours behind, meaning Alfred was still in yesterday, so would still have a whole day to prepare... Whoops. It was too late to retract his comment, though.
... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 1:13 pm
But it's not till the day after tommorow, right?
Somehow Arthur managed to fool him that he had the days wrong. His birthday of all days! Alfred looked at his callender, staring blankly at the 4th July which was illuminated with several colours and doodles and numerous exclamtion marks.
"But it's the 2nd today, Arthur."America grinned from relief, not that he was planning on doing much to prepare for his birthday even though the floors of his house were barely visible.
"Ha ha, Arthur! Is your old age getting you confused?"Tony turned on the TV and began flicking through the movie channels. America's alien friend frowned at him, he could tell that he was talking to that wierd nation, England. He stopped on the film 'Independence Day' starring Will Smith and obviously had nothing to do with the original day but was an action-packed-apocalyptic film with aliens invading earth.
"Uwa, England I gotta go. Tony just found an awesome film! So I'll see ya the day after tommorow, yeah?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 2:47 pm
You want to be free,
But in the end... "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, I know, I realised that you still had a day when I said it. Shut up, I'm tired. And I am not old! Just because you're still a kid doesn't mean I'm old."
Brilliant. That ought to mask his massive grin. Arthur lifted his arm and extended his fingers out for one of the faeries to land upon. He watched it flutter gently, emitting a bright blue glow from its wings. Sounds of the TV and interference penetrated the phoneline, interrupting their conversation. Arthur frowned.
"Uwa, England I gotta go. Tony just found an awesome film! So I'll see ya the day after tommorow, yeah?"
Stupid alien.
"And you say I'm crazy, you with your pet 'alien'. Hah. Fine. I'll see you tomorrow-- day after... Whenever. I'll see you then."
He held the phone in place for a little while, waiting for a proper goodbye. Once the response came, he hung up, rolled onto his back, outstretching his arms out to the side. He sighed.
Love you.
His hands balled into fists as he started to thump the sides of his bed in a sort of tantrum, wriggling a little.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Yeah, see you tomorrow. Arrh...
He couldn't explain it, but his was frustrated somewhat. Afred was as oblivious and unaware as he ever was and Arthur knew that, but still, it annoyed him every time.
He looked across to his bathroom and then to his clock. Screw it. He was going back to bed. Flailing a little, he wrapped himself in the covers, leaving his magical friends to turn off the lights. ... You can't go anywhere.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 7:05 pm
"Bye!"America replied in such a happy manner.
Once he had hung up Tony gave him a disaproving look, though Alfred did to not latch on to it. America's grin was broader than usual.
Now Arthur has no excuse!
For some reason America was more excited for the idea of Arthur coming than his actual birthday. Wait, no! My birthday is so much more awesome!
He stuffed his mouth full of popcorn staring at the screen but his mind was elsewhere.
~~ The alarm bleeped manically but America was already awake and already smiling.
4th July"Alright! Let's do this! Tony, you gotta help me clean up this mess..."Alfred lept out of bed striking a dramatic pose and cheesy grin. Tony wasn't fooled.
America stared at the floor around his place, his smile barely clinging on. He should have listened to England and done it th- Pssh, what does he know?
"Seriously, how'd it get like this?"America went back to his bed cuddling his duvet and closing his eyes."You'll do it for me, Tony, right? It is my birthday after all~"The doorbell rang.
America opened his eyes.
Crap! I must have fallen asleep!
Luckily the Alien had made some sort of an attempt at shoving the pizzaboxes to one side.
Alfred ran to the door fast and opened it to find Matthew and Francis.
The Canadian seemed to be mumbling something about forgetting his birthday.
"Hey France, hey Matty!"Guests were here but of course he didn't have anything ready... [[OOC| You can do a time skip again if you want~]]
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