The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 6The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 62 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Six: Destroying Freedom
The fact was, Alfred loved war.
He loved fighting and watching things blow up. It gave him a sort of harsh, deadly thrill.
But this time was different. This war wasn't fun or thrilling or satisfying in any way.
No, this war was absolute torture.
Alfred spun the wheel of the large ship sharply to the left.
Cannons boomed, followed by a sickening crackling sound.
"Dammit!" Alfred swore, quickly spinning the wheel in the opposite direction again.
He got caught in another naval battle as he was patrolling the coastline.
Though, it wasn't a surprise.
It seemed like nine out of ten times you sent a ship out, they would be caught up in a fight with an enemy ship.
The only difference was that this time, Alfred was captain of the ship and he had never been captain before.
He was getting desperate. The British ship they were against were the same size as Alfred's and matched them with gun count and crewmen.
At this point, the British ship was following him so clos
The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 5The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 52 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Five: America's Sanity
Battle after battle, fight after fight, skirmish after skirmish.
The suffering, for both sides, it just didn't end.
Alfred charged through the pouring rain, panting and growling against his tired, resisting bones that seemed to be begging him to stop and rest.
However, Alfred couldn't allow it. He had to keep fighting. His brothers may have abandoned him, but he just couldn't abandon himself.
His clothes were drenched with rain water and his hair cascaded down over his face, making it hard for him to see.
Around him, shots were being fired, cannons were blowing up, and men were dropping dead where they stood all across the open field.
Blood stained the entire battlefield. It came from both the red coats and blue coats, flowing together like a running crimson stream.
Alfred approached the nearest British soldier.
Without even a twinge of restraint, he took the back of his musket and bashed it against the other man's head.
The British man gave out a cry of
The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch.2The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch.22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Two: Little Belt
Alfred strolled down the short pathway leading down from his small farmhouse in Virginia.
It was a relatively new house, recently built by Alfred himself since he has been having to go to meetings in the capitol building more frequently quite a long while now.
This was because the British Empire had only become more hostile.
It was 1807 when the United States sent out the Embargo Act of 1807 to stop trade with Britain.
Now, it was the spring of 1811, and Great Britain was far from cheerful.
Alfred thought about these things as he reached the end of his driveway to pick up the daily post.
Alfred flipped open the newspaper to the large, bold printed headline.
It read "The British Are At Large." No surprise there.
"How despicable" he said out loud.
He continued reading down the article. It was all about the British impressment of American sailors. This still was nothing Alfred hadn't already known.
Basically, as an act of revenge and desperation, the Royal Navy st
A Convention 9Arthur stared curiously at his friend, seemingly transfixed by his beverage. He decided to break the awkward morning silence. "So d'you know what we're doing when we get down to the convention today?" he asked.A Convention 94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred jumped. "Oh right. Um " he started. "How 'bout we just look around and see what's going on?"
"Really? Is there nothing remotely special happening?" Arthur sighed.
"There probably is, I just don't know what." Again with the staring into the coffee.
"Check the book."
"Okay." He didn't move, though.
Arthur sighed. He downed the remainder of his tea in a single gulp and stood up. Alfred didn't move. Arthur took the mug out of Alfred's hands and whacked him across the face.
"OW!" Alfred put a hand on his abused cheek. "What was that for?"
"Wake up, idiot," Arthur hissed. "Quit moping abo
The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 8The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch. 82 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Eight: New Orleans and the Furious Brit
Alfred sat on his porch sipping a hot cup of tea and munching on some hamburgers as he watched the sun rise over the trees on a surprisingly warm winter's morning.
He set his tea cup down and stretched back to lie on the smooth wooden boards.
He was calm and happy. Everything was absolutely spectacular and right with the world.
...Alfred wished that were true. Honestly, he still wasn't peaceful and the world felt like it was still shaking under his feet even though the war was supposed to be over.
There was one last thing that was bugging him. One thing he couldn't quite shake off.
His free hand slowly traveled up towards his shoulder, touching the clean bandages gently with his fingers.
He then slowly sat up again to reach under his shirt, around to the bandages that wrapped around his stomach and back.
One feeling he couldn't shake, it was eating him up behind his apparent calm atmosphere.
He sighed, pulling his hand out of his shirt an
A Convention 3"You loved that, didn't you?" Alfred said, teasing.A Convention 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The duo had returned inside the building after the song was done. Alfred suggested going to the dealer's room. Arthur, completely clueless about conventions, agreed.
"What do we find in this room?" he said.
"It's where all the dealers sell their stuff, obviously," Alfred replied, giving him a funny look.
"So I see." Arthur felt stupid.
There was quite a crowd heading into the room. The security guys at the front of the crowd were asking people to flip their tags over.
Arthur was starting to get impatient. Is everything here going to be crowded? He wondered to himself.
Eventually they got in. The space was - to their surprise - not very crowded. Most people were huddled around tables full of boxes of manga and anime, shelves of pillows and dolls, and racks of every kind of random trinket of every single anime fandom imagina
A Convention 1Alfred and Arthur are friends who attend a rather multicultural high school. Recently they had a bet on whose home country made the better movies. The winner would get the loser to do whatever the winner wanted (within reason, of course). And as expected, Alfred won. To Arthur, it seemed like a small deal, and agreed that what Alfred had suggested was 'within reason'. Arthur didn't ever guess how far such a simple bet could be takenA Convention 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I cannot believe you managed to talk me into this," Arthur said, gripping the pole on the bus and leaning his head tiredly against it. He stared at the clouds drifting slowly across the summer afternoon sky. Ugh. Alfred was dragging him to an anime convention that was hours away from either of their houses. Anime.
During the past few months, Alfred had started talking with a Japanese kid named Kiku i
A Convention 10Arthur suddenly recalled a scene from a movie he and Alfred had watched together at some point. There had been a guy staring into a gaping hole and saying "I've got a bad feeling about this " and that's just what Arthur felt like saying at the moment. "Glomping," he said, feeling the word roll awkwardly off his tongue.A Convention 104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred snickered. "I'm sure you'll love it," he said. They kept walking around the building until they got to a parking lot full of cosplayers and empty of cars. "Allow me to demonstrate." He looked around at the mob of people, seemingly searching for someone.
Arthur knew the exact moment when Alfred had found them. His blue eyes brightened as they locked on to something. Arthur turned around to see who or what it was. He followed the American's gaze to a rather short person (Arthur couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl) dressed completely in green. Alfred
A Convention 14Arthur yawned and grabbed Alfred's wrist, looking at his watch. 11:03, it read. He sighed.A Convention 144 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Christ, time moves slowly here " he said.
Alfred nodded in agreement. "Yeah no kidding."
They were still on their way to the dealer's room, progressing slowly through the sea of con patrons, which, both of them noticed, was much bigger than Friday's crowd.
Alfred continued. "Not that it's a bad thing, though. It gives you way more time to just be here, be awesome and geek out and make friends and stuff."
"Very true." Arthur smiled. "I could get used to this."
Alfred raised his eyebrows and snickered. "Really?" he said, almost disbelievingly.
"Yes, actually what makes you say that?"
Alfred paused to show the staff their badges, and they entered the crowded aisles of dealers. Even though he had now seen it once before, it was, to Arthur, still quite a sight to behold.
The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch.1The Unforgivable Truth ~ (AmericaXEngland) ~ Ch.12 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter One: Unsettling Circumstances
They year was 1807.
The United States of America was just beginning to grow and live on it's own now.
It was definitely not an easy task, learning what it took to become a strong and happy nation while trying to maintain peace with yourself and your surrounding nations.
Again, America was still learning.
The cruel grip of reality still had the nation gripped tightly around the throat, and for the time being, refused to let go.
If only there was a way to break free....
Horse hooves pounded against the dirt road with great force and speed as it raced up a steep hill.
The chestnut-brown horse started to pant, whinnying in complaint for having to rush up this steep hill so quickly.
"Come on, Libby! Come on, just a bit faster, please!" the rider, encouraging his horse.
The horse gave a low whinny and began to speed up, almost as if she had heard and understood her rider's words.
"Good girl, Liberty! That's it, alm
A Convention 15The name of the place was Ginko Japanese. When the pair of them had walked close enough to actually see it clearly, they noticed a bit of a line of con-goers outside the door.A Convention 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur groaned. "More waiting " he commented.
"We can deal with it," Alfred said.
"Normally our stances on this matter would be reversed," Arthur said, stomach growling again.
"It's a con, dude. Everything is reversed." He said this as if Arthur should have known it.
"And what do you mean by that?"
Alfred giggled. "Well, for one, normally you'd be doin' all the explaining instead of me "
"Fair point "
"And on any other day this year, if a guy walked into that Starbucks-" he pointed to a Starbucks across the street "-with pink hair and fairy wings, he'd get stared at as if he were the strangest thing in the world. Now, this weekend, if a guy walked in with a suit and a briefcase, well, unless they were Sven fro
A Convention 13"So now what?" Alfred said, leaning on Arthur and breaking their contented silence.A Convention 134 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur spun them around to face the convention building. "Now we go find a load of that Pocky stuff." He started to walk off.
Alfred chuckled, took his arm away from Arthur's shoulders, and followed behind.
Looking around, Alfred realized there was nothing more awesome than where he was now. Not even Prussia. He chuckled at his overused joke, making Arthur turn around out of curiosity.
"What is it?" he said.
Alfred shook his head. "Just look around."
Arthur looked around, still confused. "I see grass covered in cosplayers, cosplayers covered in grass and a whole lot of animal ears."
"I know, right? Isn't it perfect?" he said, smiling.
Arthur snickered to himself. "Since when were you the sentimental type?" he muttered, thinking it was quiet enough so that Alfred wo
A Convention 11Alfred and Arthur weaved their way through the crowd, which was getting thicker as the morning wore on bringing with it the scalding hot of a summer afternoon.A Convention 114 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ew, dude, I'm sweating!" Alfred said, undoing the top button of the military jacket, which was under his other jacket.
Arthur just nodded, feeling the heat as well. There was moisture starting to build up around his neck, under the soles of his feet, and between his and Alfred's hands. "Alfred," he said. "I d-"
"America," Alfred said.
" What about him?"
"Rule number one of cosplay: never use the cosplayer's real name. Call me America."
Arthur frowned. "Alright, America," he corrected himself, feeling awkward saying it that way. "I was just going to say, I don't know much about cosplay, but I'm sure that rule number two is not to complain about your costume and therefore, the heat." He wanted to complain about th