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t3nsa1.livejournal.com) wrote in hetalia2008-11-29 12:47 am
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Fanfic and Fanart colored
If this Lj-Cut doesn't work I swear to god I'm sorry! I tried really hard but the preview keeps not showing a cut but the edit page shows one and I just really really hope it cuts. Hope you like It's my first^.^... (If you can't tell)
Title: Buring of Washington
Author/Artist: ... Me?
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America(Alfred) Britain(Arthur) and mentions of Canada(Matthew) and Francis(France)
Rating: PG-13 I guess? Alfred curses once
Warnings: Nothing really I don't think Alfred does curse
Summary: Tensions mount as Arthur continues to fight Alfred, over Matthew and blockades
Title: Elections and Oh Snap
Author/Artist: Originally Melted Peep! I jsut colored it.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Canada, America, France...
Rating: PG-13 for kinda naked France but the iamge cutes over his hips more of for the idea that he is naked.
Warnings: France is swooning over Canada. If that erks your boss avoid!
Summary: Originals are here! http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/165817.html#cutid1
It was obvious to all that Alfred wanted Matthew to join him in his house. Arthur, however, still hurting from Alfred’s revolt against his rule and subsequent independence, refused to all this young new nation to claim any more of his dignity, or colonies. Arthur continued to insist upon Matthew joining him. Things didn’t fall out of hand until Arthur, also fighting Francis, set up one to many blockades…
“What do you mean you won’t let me through?!” Alfred demanded. “It is my full right to trade with Francis, this has nothing to do with Matthew and you know it!” Arthur, however, stood his ground.
“You will not trade with him I know full well he is helping you.” Arthur argued.
“As if that matters!” Alfred said indignantly, “Your taking my men anyway! How dare you enlist my men with out my permission! I do not belong to you anymore! You can’t do this!”
“Well what do you say about Matthew! He doesn’t belong to you either! Yet you seem to think that you can walk right in and take him from me!”
“As if you are paying him any attention. You ignored him just as much as you ignored me. He deserves to be with someone who will listen to him and actually come around every once and awhile!” Arthur stood staring at Alfred as he continued to glare, then turned and walked away. “I will stop you! You can’t continue to blockade me like this!”
After the final defeat of Napoleon in 1814, the British were able to send veteran armies to the U.S., but by then the Americans had learned how to mobilize and fight. At sea, the powerful Royal Navy blockaded much of the coastline, though allowing substantial exports from New England, which was trading with Britain and Canada in defiance of American laws. The blockade devastated American agricultural exports but helped stimulate local factories that replaced goods previously imported. The American strategy of using small gunboats to defend ports was a fiasco, as the British raided the coast at will.
Alfred sat in his home, fuming over a pile of maps. Bastard! Just because he has naval might doesn’t mean he has the right to blockade me. Getting up, Alfred passed through the room, listening to several officials he had invited over running over battle plans. Suddenly from outside the sound of the fire brigade could be heard running down the streets. Alfred ran outside to see what could be happening now. Flames rose from four buildings near by, three he recognized as the houses of his Senate and House of Representatives and the Library of Congress. Alfred quickly broke into a run trying to help put out the fires.
Heavy rains set in saving the buildings exteriors but the same could not be said about the interiors. Alfred looked about his Library and the damage and ruin and wept.
On August 24, 1814, the advance guard of British troops made a march to Capitol Hill; they were too few in number to occupy the city, so General Robert Ross intended to eliminate as much of it as possible. He sent a party under a flag of truce to agree to terms, but they were attacked by partisans from a house at the corner of Maryland Avenue, Constitution Avenue, and Second Street NE. This was to be the only resistance the soldiers met. The house was burned, and the Union Flag was raised above Washington.The buildings housing the Senate and House of Representatives — construction on the trademark central rotunda of the Capitol had not yet begun — were set ablaze not long after. The interiors of both buildings, including the Library of Congress, were destroyed, although the thick walls and a torrential rainfall preserved their exteriors.
Alfred limped tiredly back to his house. The building’s structure had been saved and the fires were not allowed to spread to other buildings. Sadly, during the chaos, several officials and his boss’s wife’s bodyguard had fled the city. Tired from his efforts to fight the flames and find the culprits Alfred fell into a deep sleep.
The nest day an anxious official awakened him. “British troops have are to blame.” The official told him. “they are at the National Intelligencer now!” Alfred rose quickly an ran to try and stop the men. It was obvious that they were going to try and burn the building down like the others. A group of women were begging them to stop screaming that the fire would spread to their homes. Alfred waded into the chaos and spotted Arthur.
“So this is what you’ve come to is it?” Alfred asked quietly. Arthur had the dignity to look away ashamed. He turned to Admiral Cockburn and whispered in his ear.
“Tear the building down brick by brick!” The call arose. “Let’s see the Yankees call me a ‘Ruffian’ again! Be sure to destroy every “c” type! They will never be able to write about me again.” Admiral Cockburn continued. Arthur refused to look back at Alfred as he oversaw the men’s work.
The next day Admiral Cockburn entered the building of the D.C newspaper, National Intelligencer, intending to burn it down; however, a group of neighborhood women persuaded him not to because they were afraid the fire would spread to their neighboring houses. Cockburn wanted to destroy the newspaper because they had written so many negative items about him, branding him as "The Ruffian." Instead he ordered his troops to tear the building down brick by brick making sure that they destroyed all the "C" type so that no more pieces mentioning his name could be printed.
Alfred ran from the building’s destructions, racing down Pennsylvania Avenue, toward the White House. “Mrs. Madison!” He exclaimed when he reached the building “you must get out!” Alfred was certain the British would not stop at a mere newspaper building.
“I know, my dear.” She replied. “Just help me finish gathering these documents and then we can leave. We can’t let them take this too!”
Alfred nodded and helped the woman pack the documents, valuables, and other things of importance. When everything was loaded safely he turned to help her into her into her carriage only to become face to face with the painted portrait of his old boss George Washington. “Well dear are you going to help me or just stand their gapping?” Dolley Madison said with a chuckle. With a sad grin Alfred helped her load the Landsdowne Portrait and herself before watching her ride to safety.
The troops then turned north down Pennsylvania Avenue toward the White House. First Lady Dolley Madison remained there after many of the government officials — and her own bodyguard — had already fled, gathering valuables, documents and other items of importance, notably the Lansdowne Portrait, a full-length painting of George Washington by Gilbert Stuart. She was finally persuaded to leave moments before British soldiers entered the building.
Alfred turned to reenter the building, already full of British soldiers. The table had been set and food prepared, for other’s Alfred was sure, but the soldiers sat and ate it all as Alfred watched. He sat sadly in an old chair in the corner and watched as the men pillaged through everything taking what every they saw fit, even his boss’s hat. Arthur stood aside, avoiding eye contact. Once everything of value was taken, the men began to set fire to the rooms. Alfred tried in vain to stop the burning but was forced to evacuate for his own safety.
Alfred stood on the hill watching the fires blaze. His beautiful White House burned to ruin. Other buildings were set ablaze during the night, including the Treasury building and the Washington Navy Yard, and all Alfred could do was watch. A loan tear rolling down his cheek, but a vow in his heart that he would not let this act go unavenged.
Once inside, the soldiers found the dining hall set for a dinner for 40 people. After eating all the food, they took souvenirs (e.g., one of the president's hats) and then set the building on fire.
Fuel was added to the fires that night to ensure they would continue burning into the next day; the flames were reportedly visible as far away as Baltimore and the Patuxent River.
The British also burned the United States Treasury building and other public buildings. The historic Washington Navy Yard, founded by Thomas Jefferson and the first federal installation in the United States, was burned by the Americans to prevent capture of stores and ammunition, as well as the 44-gun frigate Columbia which was then being built. The United States Patent Office building was saved by the efforts of William Thornton—architect of the Capitol and then superintendent of patents—who convinced the British of the importance of its preservation. Also spared were the Marine Barracks, which some attribute as a gesture of respect for their conduct at Bladensburg.
Less than a day after the attack began, a hurricane which included a tornado passed through, damaging the invaders and putting out the fires. This forced the British troops to return to their ships, many of which were badly damaged by the storm, and so the actual occupation of Washington lasted about 26 hours. President Madison and the rest of the government quickly returned to the city.
The thick sandstone walls of the White House survived, although scarred with smoke and scorch marks. Reconstruction of the White House began in early 1815 and was finished in time for President James Monroe's inauguration 1817. Madison resided in The Octagon House for the remainder of his term. Reconstruction of the Capitol did not begin until 1815, and it was completed in 1864.
Of Britain's four objectives in its multiple invasion of the United States—Lake Champlain, New Orleans, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C.—this was the only successful attack. The British had successfully diverted the attention of Washington away from the war and prevented further American incursions into Canada, and had landed a humiliating blow to the Americans. The attack was not as demoralizing as Cockburn intended, for it caused outrage among many previously neutral Americans, and diverted forces the British needed in Canada.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Original line art at http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/165817.html#cutid1 by Melted Peep
Same here!
Please don't hurt me^.^ I'm new to this.
Title: Buring of Washington
Author/Artist: ... Me?
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America(Alfred) Britain(Arthur) and mentions of Canada(Matthew) and Francis(France)
Rating: PG-13 I guess? Alfred curses once
Warnings: Nothing really I don't think Alfred does curse
Summary: Tensions mount as Arthur continues to fight Alfred, over Matthew and blockades
Title: Elections and Oh Snap
Author/Artist: Originally Melted Peep! I jsut colored it.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Canada, America, France...
Rating: PG-13 for kinda naked France but the iamge cutes over his hips more of for the idea that he is naked.
Warnings: France is swooning over Canada. If that erks your boss avoid!
Summary: Originals are here! http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/165817.html#cutid1
It was obvious to all that Alfred wanted Matthew to join him in his house. Arthur, however, still hurting from Alfred’s revolt against his rule and subsequent independence, refused to all this young new nation to claim any more of his dignity, or colonies. Arthur continued to insist upon Matthew joining him. Things didn’t fall out of hand until Arthur, also fighting Francis, set up one to many blockades…
“What do you mean you won’t let me through?!” Alfred demanded. “It is my full right to trade with Francis, this has nothing to do with Matthew and you know it!” Arthur, however, stood his ground.
“You will not trade with him I know full well he is helping you.” Arthur argued.
“As if that matters!” Alfred said indignantly, “Your taking my men anyway! How dare you enlist my men with out my permission! I do not belong to you anymore! You can’t do this!”
“Well what do you say about Matthew! He doesn’t belong to you either! Yet you seem to think that you can walk right in and take him from me!”
“As if you are paying him any attention. You ignored him just as much as you ignored me. He deserves to be with someone who will listen to him and actually come around every once and awhile!” Arthur stood staring at Alfred as he continued to glare, then turned and walked away. “I will stop you! You can’t continue to blockade me like this!”
After the final defeat of Napoleon in 1814, the British were able to send veteran armies to the U.S., but by then the Americans had learned how to mobilize and fight. At sea, the powerful Royal Navy blockaded much of the coastline, though allowing substantial exports from New England, which was trading with Britain and Canada in defiance of American laws. The blockade devastated American agricultural exports but helped stimulate local factories that replaced goods previously imported. The American strategy of using small gunboats to defend ports was a fiasco, as the British raided the coast at will.
Alfred sat in his home, fuming over a pile of maps. Bastard! Just because he has naval might doesn’t mean he has the right to blockade me. Getting up, Alfred passed through the room, listening to several officials he had invited over running over battle plans. Suddenly from outside the sound of the fire brigade could be heard running down the streets. Alfred ran outside to see what could be happening now. Flames rose from four buildings near by, three he recognized as the houses of his Senate and House of Representatives and the Library of Congress. Alfred quickly broke into a run trying to help put out the fires.
Heavy rains set in saving the buildings exteriors but the same could not be said about the interiors. Alfred looked about his Library and the damage and ruin and wept.
On August 24, 1814, the advance guard of British troops made a march to Capitol Hill; they were too few in number to occupy the city, so General Robert Ross intended to eliminate as much of it as possible. He sent a party under a flag of truce to agree to terms, but they were attacked by partisans from a house at the corner of Maryland Avenue, Constitution Avenue, and Second Street NE. This was to be the only resistance the soldiers met. The house was burned, and the Union Flag was raised above Washington.The buildings housing the Senate and House of Representatives — construction on the trademark central rotunda of the Capitol had not yet begun — were set ablaze not long after. The interiors of both buildings, including the Library of Congress, were destroyed, although the thick walls and a torrential rainfall preserved their exteriors.
Alfred limped tiredly back to his house. The building’s structure had been saved and the fires were not allowed to spread to other buildings. Sadly, during the chaos, several officials and his boss’s wife’s bodyguard had fled the city. Tired from his efforts to fight the flames and find the culprits Alfred fell into a deep sleep.
The nest day an anxious official awakened him. “British troops have are to blame.” The official told him. “they are at the National Intelligencer now!” Alfred rose quickly an ran to try and stop the men. It was obvious that they were going to try and burn the building down like the others. A group of women were begging them to stop screaming that the fire would spread to their homes. Alfred waded into the chaos and spotted Arthur.
“So this is what you’ve come to is it?” Alfred asked quietly. Arthur had the dignity to look away ashamed. He turned to Admiral Cockburn and whispered in his ear.
“Tear the building down brick by brick!” The call arose. “Let’s see the Yankees call me a ‘Ruffian’ again! Be sure to destroy every “c” type! They will never be able to write about me again.” Admiral Cockburn continued. Arthur refused to look back at Alfred as he oversaw the men’s work.
The next day Admiral Cockburn entered the building of the D.C newspaper, National Intelligencer, intending to burn it down; however, a group of neighborhood women persuaded him not to because they were afraid the fire would spread to their neighboring houses. Cockburn wanted to destroy the newspaper because they had written so many negative items about him, branding him as "The Ruffian." Instead he ordered his troops to tear the building down brick by brick making sure that they destroyed all the "C" type so that no more pieces mentioning his name could be printed.
Alfred ran from the building’s destructions, racing down Pennsylvania Avenue, toward the White House. “Mrs. Madison!” He exclaimed when he reached the building “you must get out!” Alfred was certain the British would not stop at a mere newspaper building.
“I know, my dear.” She replied. “Just help me finish gathering these documents and then we can leave. We can’t let them take this too!”
Alfred nodded and helped the woman pack the documents, valuables, and other things of importance. When everything was loaded safely he turned to help her into her into her carriage only to become face to face with the painted portrait of his old boss George Washington. “Well dear are you going to help me or just stand their gapping?” Dolley Madison said with a chuckle. With a sad grin Alfred helped her load the Landsdowne Portrait and herself before watching her ride to safety.
The troops then turned north down Pennsylvania Avenue toward the White House. First Lady Dolley Madison remained there after many of the government officials — and her own bodyguard — had already fled, gathering valuables, documents and other items of importance, notably the Lansdowne Portrait, a full-length painting of George Washington by Gilbert Stuart. She was finally persuaded to leave moments before British soldiers entered the building.
Alfred turned to reenter the building, already full of British soldiers. The table had been set and food prepared, for other’s Alfred was sure, but the soldiers sat and ate it all as Alfred watched. He sat sadly in an old chair in the corner and watched as the men pillaged through everything taking what every they saw fit, even his boss’s hat. Arthur stood aside, avoiding eye contact. Once everything of value was taken, the men began to set fire to the rooms. Alfred tried in vain to stop the burning but was forced to evacuate for his own safety.
Alfred stood on the hill watching the fires blaze. His beautiful White House burned to ruin. Other buildings were set ablaze during the night, including the Treasury building and the Washington Navy Yard, and all Alfred could do was watch. A loan tear rolling down his cheek, but a vow in his heart that he would not let this act go unavenged.
Once inside, the soldiers found the dining hall set for a dinner for 40 people. After eating all the food, they took souvenirs (e.g., one of the president's hats) and then set the building on fire.
Fuel was added to the fires that night to ensure they would continue burning into the next day; the flames were reportedly visible as far away as Baltimore and the Patuxent River.
The British also burned the United States Treasury building and other public buildings. The historic Washington Navy Yard, founded by Thomas Jefferson and the first federal installation in the United States, was burned by the Americans to prevent capture of stores and ammunition, as well as the 44-gun frigate Columbia which was then being built. The United States Patent Office building was saved by the efforts of William Thornton—architect of the Capitol and then superintendent of patents—who convinced the British of the importance of its preservation. Also spared were the Marine Barracks, which some attribute as a gesture of respect for their conduct at Bladensburg.
Less than a day after the attack began, a hurricane which included a tornado passed through, damaging the invaders and putting out the fires. This forced the British troops to return to their ships, many of which were badly damaged by the storm, and so the actual occupation of Washington lasted about 26 hours. President Madison and the rest of the government quickly returned to the city.
The thick sandstone walls of the White House survived, although scarred with smoke and scorch marks. Reconstruction of the White House began in early 1815 and was finished in time for President James Monroe's inauguration 1817. Madison resided in The Octagon House for the remainder of his term. Reconstruction of the Capitol did not begin until 1815, and it was completed in 1864.
Of Britain's four objectives in its multiple invasion of the United States—Lake Champlain, New Orleans, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C.—this was the only successful attack. The British had successfully diverted the attention of Washington away from the war and prevented further American incursions into Canada, and had landed a humiliating blow to the Americans. The attack was not as demoralizing as Cockburn intended, for it caused outrage among many previously neutral Americans, and diverted forces the British needed in Canada.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Original line art at http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/165817.html#cutid1 by Melted Peep
Same here!
Please don't hurt me^.^ I'm new to this.
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In the War of 1812!
I lol'd at the fanarts.
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not" Canadians take pride in it, what can I say? XD.... the election art is sadly true.
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"I sincerely hope you're not upset over this. We've seen what you do to countries you're upset with."
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Hetalia needs more War of 1812 fic, if only because "Real Admiral Cockburn" is like the most hilarious thing ever (since I am twelve, apparently).
Your coloring is fab, by the way. I'm flattered. XD;
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