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aphanon_meme) wrote2009-05-25 08:07 pm
aphanon_meme) wrote2009-05-25 08:07 pm
Part 12 is the loneliest number you could ever do
Woah, did Part 11 seem to end without warning, or was it just me?
The challenge is extended until Part 14 maxes, then a poll will be going up! Thanks for being patient, people who have already entered! :)
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And, I guess this needs to be said again:
This is a place where you can post and say whatever you feel that you cannot say openly in this fandom and its communities. You want to fangirl someone, bash a fic/art/pairing or talk about how much something pisses you off? Go ahead. Wank and vent and fangirl to your hearts content, no holds barred, no rules. Say what you want, when you want.
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*No image bombing.
Da Notes:
*If you're feeling down, make sure to get help, and refer to links on previous parts if you need them.
*If you don't know how to post images while anon, refer to this comment. Make sure to follow the directions on that comment as well!
And also:
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The challenge is extended until Part 14 maxes, then a poll will be going up! Thanks for being patient, people who have already entered! :)
edit, 5/28:
The journal has been marked for possible adult content.
edit, 5/27:
And, I guess this needs to be said again:
This is a place where you can post and say whatever you feel that you cannot say openly in this fandom and its communities. You want to fangirl someone, bash a fic/art/pairing or talk about how much something pisses you off? Go ahead. Wank and vent and fangirl to your hearts content, no holds barred, no rules. Say what you want, when you want.
--
Da Rules:
*No image bombing.
Da Notes:
*If you're feeling down, make sure to get help, and refer to links on previous parts if you need them.
*If you don't know how to post images while anon, refer to this comment. Make sure to follow the directions on that comment as well!
And also:
*Posting on this meme, logged in or not, is opening you up and taking the risk for positive and negative comments. If you can't handle that response to your logged in comments, I'd suggest posting anon and not drawing attention to yourself.
*What you say is what you say, so please make sure you want to say it. Except for special cases (that hopefully will not come up) I won't be deleting or screening comments.
*This is a NSFW space. Warnings are not required.
-Feel free to comment or message me with any questions/concerns.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 05:09 am (UTC)(link)http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5861335
(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 04:47 am (UTC)(link)That's all I got, though.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 04:54 am (UTC)(link)Thank you anon!
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 05:27 am (UTC)(link)http://delicious.com/vol_au_vent/char||germany+char||u.s.
... and I don't think I have any art. ):
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 06:27 am (UTC)(link)How about something dealing with Cold War Germany? Being essentially split between two superpowers and their competing ideologies is something I'd love to read from Ludwig's point of view. (Sorry for throwing Russia in there too! Haha.)
1/2
There were still holes in the roof when he first made the move to Bonn, so of course Germany took one of the apartments on the top floor as his own; but that was over a decade ago and now he has as much roof over his head as the family below him, even if the carpet does show spots here and there where rain once slipped through the tarp. What matters is that he has a ceiling now, and a couch, and even a bookcase in the corner that looks a little less empty each time he revisits it. Presently there is a hole on one of the shelves, somewhere between Mann and Tieck. Germany fills the couch uneasily and sets out to reacquaint himself with an old, old friend in the absence of a more productive occupation this afternoon.
Occupation, and there is a knock at the door. Even now there is something eerie about that timing.
"Come in, America," says Germany around the book cover, knowing full well that the knob is already halfway turned. America does not quite slam the door behind him and makes a beeline for the couch while he tugs at his tie to loosen it.
"--Came as soon as I could get away," he mutters. Germany shifts wordlessly to grant him a seat on the far end next to his knees and feels the cushion dip where America collapses on it. "Had to deal with everyone still flipping out about Cuba, you know, that whole thing, which by the way would have totally turned out differently if more of the guys not kissing Castro's rear had just...aahhh, forget it." He shakes his head ruefully, then slips impressively into an easy smile. "So how're you holding up?"
Germany tilts his book to glance up over its edge. "The fence is a wall now."
Quickly, America swipes his glasses off and starts dabbing at the lenses with the bottom of his shirt. "I know, I know." He shakes his head again while Germany despairs inwardly at the least efficient spectacles-cleaning in history. "God, I mean, okay, so it's definitely not like I would have put it past that psycho to do it, but I still kinda can't believe he went ahead and did it, you know?" His breath fogs up one of the lenses when he breathes on it. "More screws missing there than you could count right? I swear, guy might as well be even crazier without Stalin nowadays."
"That is a distressing thought," says Germany vaguely. He turns his attention back to the book and searches for the point where he left off reading. Some line of dialogue, he recalls; Franz? Or Karl? He cannot seem to recall.
America scoffs and returns his glasses to his face. "You're telling me. I spent about an hour looking for you at the office, by the way," he chides, shoving playfully at Germany's shins. "Why the sudden interest in learning to relax?"
"It was recommended to me that I take the rest of the day off today," Germany replies. Several times, he does not add, and in various instances by different people. Under ordinary circumstances he would value such astuteness in the workplace very highly. Under ordinary circumstances.
...He has read this sentence before, two or three times by now. Where is his concentration? Perhaps it would be better if he had something to work on instead.
"Seriously?" The worry on America's face is completely genuine and therefore all the more exhausting. "Geez, you're not still pulling stitches when you move, are you?" He moves suddenly; one hand hovers imminently close to a mostly-healed ribcage. "'Cause I'll get someone to take a look if you think--"
Germany stiffens and brandishes the book like a shield until America backs down, nonplussed. "My physical well-being is not a matter of concern at present, thank you." His tone remains blessedly even. With great care, he turns a page. "Though I appreciate your concern, as always."
2/2
"Die Räuber," mutters Germany, flipping the front cover up briefly. "The Robbers. Schiller."
"Huh. What's it about?"
"Brothers."
It is a gross oversimplification. Really it does not at all mean what Germany imagines America is imagining it means (Germany knows how America looks for parallels in nearly-but-not everything), but he is in no mood to explain the actual plot, and anyway the effect of the word itself is excuse for a long enough silence that Germany at last finds his place again. Act Three, of course, how careless of him.
America coughs once into his hand. "So Russia's completely full of crap. Everyone knows that wall's more about keeping people in than out," he says, and because it means exactly what Germany imagines it means it is of no help whatsoever.
"Of course," Germany says, giving up. He shuts the book and lays it carefully across his chest, eyes the ceiling with exaggerated interest. "I am perfectly aware."
"--But it's gonna be okay, seriously," America promises. "This definitely isn't over yet, not by a long shot. And I'm not going to let him do the same thing to you, I promise. I'd like to see him try."
"You've mentioned. America, there are two of me."
Another cough. It is less than becoming. "Yeah, that sucks. I'm, uh, I'm sorry about that." Further and further, his voice keeps fading, it seems. When did he last sleep? Does anybody sleep anymore? "But that's exactly why we gotta stick together, right?"
Together, together, together. It would almost certainly be in everyone's best interest if he left that one well alone. West Germany sighs and nestles into the couch as best he can without shoving anyone unceremoniously off. "Of course we do, America. I am on your side, after all."
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In retrospect, this turned out a lot more depressing than I intended.
not OP, but
(Anonymous) 2009-05-27 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: 2/2
You've made my day. This was great! "America looks for parallels in nearly-but-not everything" made me chuckle at myself, because here I was doing the exact same thing, haha. I especially love the last paragraph and the sudden switch to West Germany; now I'm imagining how a similar scenario between the East half and Russia would play out.
So yes, thank you very much for writing this! I really enjoyed it.
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