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hetalia2009-03-12 07:25 pm
[Fanfic] 7/7
Title: 7/7
Rating: PG (Mentions of terrorism, plus bucketloads of angst)
Summary: Arthur mourns over the 7th July bombings in London. Alfred comforts him. [angst, hurt/comfort and some fluff]
Characters: England and America.
"They... they died!" he sobs. "It hurts so much..."
Alfred is sitting there with him, hugging him from behind. He can remember doing this for Alfred when he was tiny, after a bad dream or when he'd been sad.
"Don't worry. It'll be okay. You've been through worse, right?"
"It still hurts. I can hardly remember the last time anything hurt this bad..."
It was true. Deep within his chest, his heart actually ached. Of course, it had been so many times worse back when...
Well, it had been worse. But at least then, some of them had died for a reason, protecting their country, the last fortress agains a lunatic.
This time was different.
"They didn't even have to die!" he croaks.
"I know." Alfred murmurs, hugging him a little tighter.
"It's so unfair..." Arthur wipes a few tears away, but they're quickly replaced by new ones.
"I know..." Alfred croaks, as if in pain.
"Those bastards, I'll kill them! I'll kill whoever did this!" he cries, half-screaming and half-weeping.
"No. You can't."
"I will! I have to! They've got to die! How could they do this?!" Arthur is screaming now, his judgement clouded by pain and tears.
Alfred holds him even tighter. Damn! How'd he get to be so stong?! Arthur can't do anything but writhe and kick out at thin air.
"No." he breathes, into Arthur's ear. "You can't."
"I..." Arthur begins. "I miss them. I miss them so much... Why'd they have to die like this?"
"I don't know. It was meaningless. Cruel. Disgusting. It was evil."
Arthur lets more pained howls rip their way out of his throat. It was so unfair! It was disgusting! It was horrifying! How could Alfred just sit there?! The ones who did this had to die!
"They died..." He cried.
"You've been through worse. You'll get through it." Alfred rested his head upon Arthur's shoulder.
"I know, but it still hurts..."
"It'll be okay. Forgive them, and forget them."
"How can I?! When they're dead, when the people who did this are still alive and well?!"
"You can get throught this. I'm behind you all the way."
Arthur suddenly remembers. Oh, God. Here he'd been, moaning about how sad his life was, and yet here was America, having been through something far, far worse, acting as if he, England, was the one who mattered.
"You..." The tears came faster than they had earlier now. "I'm so sorry..."
"You only just remembered?" Alfred smiles, an expression full of pain. "God, you call me stupid?"
He laughed, bitterly.
"You helped me out, remember?"
"Yeah..."
"But you couldn't stop me from taking my revenge, could you? Noone could have stopped that amount of rage... You know what happened, don't you?"
"Yeah..." It came out as a tiny, childish whimper.
"And now, thanks to me forcing you into this stupid war, you're in pain."
Arthur felt the tears rise up, yet again.
"Hnngh..."
"I thought so. Look, let's try to get through this together. You don't want to end up like me, do you? Locked in some battle I don't even want to fight anymore..."
"You're right." Arthur takes a deep breath. Alfred smiles, and presses his face against Arthur's .
"Good." Alfred rewards Arthur with a tiny peck on the cheek. "Now, let's get on with our lives. I know it hurts, but you've still got all those millions of people who need you to be strong for them. They've all lost something, too."
Alfred stands, and helps Arthur up.
"Thanks..." Arthur mumbles.
Alfred beams.
"No problem! Just remember, I'm behind you all the way on this."
Arthur smiles, bitterly.
"Thanks."
Yes, this was another meme... (I can't help it! I love writing!!)
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*has sudden urge to write about 9/11*
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*goes off to write some more about 9/11*
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I think if anything, he'd have a quiet, angry cry. But you know, even though it's very old and archaic now there still is this 'stiff upper lip', 'don't get excitable, chaps' mentality running through this country. And although the 7/7 bombings came as a terrible shock, don't forget that we suffered numerous IRA terrorist attacks too. Arthur's dealt with terror at home. It hurts like a bitch and throws his security into question, but he can deal with it. That and Arthur's a stoic little bugger who has an issue with showing his emotions anyway.
Not to put a downer on your writing. I applaud you addressing this moment in history. I'm just trying to suggest on how you can improve characterisation.
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