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I bring you kink_meme fic! Prt 2!
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Title: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross
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whak_hat
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, Canada
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Violence to inanimate objects and lots of swearing.
Summary:Russia is trying to get at America and will use any means necessary to do so.
Other chapters: Chp 1: and so it begins
Within hours Alfred was already on the move; calls had been made, the secret service had been put on notification, and even now he had people trying to trace the orgin of the letter and looking for his brother. There was only one thing standing in his way, and they would not be easy to deal with...
A meeting was called for the (trusted) Allied nations soon after. There was a large and quite loud conversation about what should be done next and no one seemed to agree with the other.
"Are you saying we should just let Canada get cut to bits by that maniac!?" Francis shouted at Arthur. The French man was nearly red in the face from his argument with the sandy blond. They'd been at it for hours now just shouting insults back and forth with no one else getting a word in edgewise.
"No of course not but we can't give into his demands!" Arthur shouted back just as loud and frustrated. "We can't just hand America over to that maniac!" and they wouldn't, even for Matthew.
"I agree with England-san," Honda said quietly calm as always, finally being heard over the two old allies shouts. "all we'll be doing is giving Russia-san another hostage."
"But he'll cut off Mathieu’s hands!!!" Francis shouted turning his attention to the smaller Japanese man but his anger deflated and despair filled it's place. He sat down heavily in his seat cradling his head in his hands. "My poor Mathieu...he's probably scared half to death, kept in some dirty dungeon by that savage..."
Feeling as though he was watching at some sort of show on a television, with well rehearsed lines and typical sorts of drama, Al sat in his chair.
His brother was in the hands on that lunatic, which was his fault. He hadn't protected Matt as he'd always claimed he would. He knew that bastard didn't even want Matthew, just wanted to use him as leverage in order to get at Al.
He'd been so sure of his strength...so sure he could always protect what was precious to him. He'd built such strong wall but...what good was his all impressive strength if it failed to protect what he loved?
"Alfred-san?" Honda said quietly looking at the him with worried eyes.
"Hm?" He looked about the occupants of the room that all seemed to be staring at him. Startled, because they had stopped shouting and he really should have noticed, he asked, "Oh was there...did someone come up with something?"
"Alfred..." Arthur said his voice filled with concern. He tentatively pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to his American friend.
Looking at the offered item curiously Al took it, wondering why he'd been given this. A drop of water fell onto his hand, startling him as he stared at the wetness on his hand. He tentatively lifted his hand and touched his face, "Oh, oh shit!" he cursed at himself, quickly wiping at the tears that were streaming from his eyes.
"America-san if you need a moment..." Honda said trailing off unsure of what to say.
"I-" Al tried but was unable to continue. He stood and all but raced from the room to the nearest bathroom. "CHRIST!!!!" he swore as soon as he entered. He turned on the nearest sink tap splashing his face with cool water. "God damned mother-fucking son of a bitch!!!" he coughed trying to regain his breath and cool his temper. It worked for a moment before he was swearing again, kicking the fixtures and punching the wall. "Who the hell does he think he is! Fucking kidnapping Matthew!! I'll skin the bastard alive!!!"
He continued to scream, punch and kick at everything letting his tantrum seep up his energy until he was spent. With a final punch to the wall that made it crack he slid to the floor tears flowing from his eyes as pure misery took the place of his anger. "God damn it...god damn..." he swore, "Christ please help me...please help Matthew..."
And all he could do was sit and wait for the tears to stop.
Twenty minutes later, and using a lot of sheer will, he managed to make his way back to the room. He was still a mess but at least his tears had stopped and his urge to beat and/or kill everything in sight had mostly dissipated.
Listening to the others talking in the room, he didn't make his presence known. Honda was attempting to make a plan with the England but Francis was being a nuisance and shooting all their plans down by pointing out their flaws.
"Oh, America-san," Honda greeted trying not to notice or call Al on his state, "if you're...able to discuss it...did your men find the location from your phone call?"
"No, Ivan was prepared and was long gone before we even left." Alfred replied with an aggravated and tired sigh. That bastard had all of this planned all along.
"Ah...I'm sorry to hear," Honda said with restrained sympathy, truly typical of the japanese man, "then we have no idea of the location?"
"No...we don't know where he is or where he's holding Matt..." Al sighed miserably again.
"Alfred," Arthur said, concerned for his 'son's' mental health, "we'll find him and we'll rip that miserable wankers tongue out for even daring to harm a hair on Matthew's head." he finished with a confident smile knowing that right now anger is what would keep Al steady.
"Thank you." Alfred said with a half-managed smile.
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Well hopefully I'm still getting it right <3
I'm back
Title: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross
Author/Artist:
whak_hat Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, Canada
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Violence to inanimate objects and lots of swearing.
Summary:Russia is trying to get at America and will use any means necessary to do so.
Other chapters: Chp 1: and so it begins
Within hours Alfred was already on the move; calls had been made, the secret service had been put on notification, and even now he had people trying to trace the orgin of the letter and looking for his brother. There was only one thing standing in his way, and they would not be easy to deal with...
A meeting was called for the (trusted) Allied nations soon after. There was a large and quite loud conversation about what should be done next and no one seemed to agree with the other.
"Are you saying we should just let Canada get cut to bits by that maniac!?" Francis shouted at Arthur. The French man was nearly red in the face from his argument with the sandy blond. They'd been at it for hours now just shouting insults back and forth with no one else getting a word in edgewise.
"No of course not but we can't give into his demands!" Arthur shouted back just as loud and frustrated. "We can't just hand America over to that maniac!" and they wouldn't, even for Matthew.
"I agree with England-san," Honda said quietly calm as always, finally being heard over the two old allies shouts. "all we'll be doing is giving Russia-san another hostage."
"But he'll cut off Mathieu’s hands!!!" Francis shouted turning his attention to the smaller Japanese man but his anger deflated and despair filled it's place. He sat down heavily in his seat cradling his head in his hands. "My poor Mathieu...he's probably scared half to death, kept in some dirty dungeon by that savage..."
Feeling as though he was watching at some sort of show on a television, with well rehearsed lines and typical sorts of drama, Al sat in his chair.
His brother was in the hands on that lunatic, which was his fault. He hadn't protected Matt as he'd always claimed he would. He knew that bastard didn't even want Matthew, just wanted to use him as leverage in order to get at Al.
He'd been so sure of his strength...so sure he could always protect what was precious to him. He'd built such strong wall but...what good was his all impressive strength if it failed to protect what he loved?
"Alfred-san?" Honda said quietly looking at the him with worried eyes.
"Hm?" He looked about the occupants of the room that all seemed to be staring at him. Startled, because they had stopped shouting and he really should have noticed, he asked, "Oh was there...did someone come up with something?"
"Alfred..." Arthur said his voice filled with concern. He tentatively pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to his American friend.
Looking at the offered item curiously Al took it, wondering why he'd been given this. A drop of water fell onto his hand, startling him as he stared at the wetness on his hand. He tentatively lifted his hand and touched his face, "Oh, oh shit!" he cursed at himself, quickly wiping at the tears that were streaming from his eyes.
"America-san if you need a moment..." Honda said trailing off unsure of what to say.
"I-" Al tried but was unable to continue. He stood and all but raced from the room to the nearest bathroom. "CHRIST!!!!" he swore as soon as he entered. He turned on the nearest sink tap splashing his face with cool water. "God damned mother-fucking son of a bitch!!!" he coughed trying to regain his breath and cool his temper. It worked for a moment before he was swearing again, kicking the fixtures and punching the wall. "Who the hell does he think he is! Fucking kidnapping Matthew!! I'll skin the bastard alive!!!"
He continued to scream, punch and kick at everything letting his tantrum seep up his energy until he was spent. With a final punch to the wall that made it crack he slid to the floor tears flowing from his eyes as pure misery took the place of his anger. "God damn it...god damn..." he swore, "Christ please help me...please help Matthew..."
And all he could do was sit and wait for the tears to stop.
Twenty minutes later, and using a lot of sheer will, he managed to make his way back to the room. He was still a mess but at least his tears had stopped and his urge to beat and/or kill everything in sight had mostly dissipated.
Listening to the others talking in the room, he didn't make his presence known. Honda was attempting to make a plan with the England but Francis was being a nuisance and shooting all their plans down by pointing out their flaws.
"Oh, America-san," Honda greeted trying not to notice or call Al on his state, "if you're...able to discuss it...did your men find the location from your phone call?"
"No, Ivan was prepared and was long gone before we even left." Alfred replied with an aggravated and tired sigh. That bastard had all of this planned all along.
"Ah...I'm sorry to hear," Honda said with restrained sympathy, truly typical of the japanese man, "then we have no idea of the location?"
"No...we don't know where he is or where he's holding Matt..." Al sighed miserably again.
"Alfred," Arthur said, concerned for his 'son's' mental health, "we'll find him and we'll rip that miserable wankers tongue out for even daring to harm a hair on Matthew's head." he finished with a confident smile knowing that right now anger is what would keep Al steady.
"Thank you." Alfred said with a half-managed smile.
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Well hopefully I'm still getting it right <3
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I hope you'll enjoy the parts coming up too <3
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Oh dear, poor Alfred... I liked how you wrote his outburst, really IC for him, and so sad... *wants to huggle him*
And Francis and Arthur being all parental? MUCH LOVE!!!
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I thought it was very American...lol?
Yes I love the parental love <3
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I'm not that good at writing but I try <3
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I love how parently France and England are acting towards this and that Japan is being sweet as usual. Its great Alfred has them to count on!
Also, Alfred freaking out in the bathroom seemed like something he would do and yell those things! It made me so sad...darn Russia for doing this! DX<
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I'm glad that it's legible and stuff <3
i thought it suited his personality.
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Japan is such a sweet guy <3
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