At The End Of All Things [20/?]
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blood_wingedTitle: At The End Of All Things
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance/Humour(in places)
Pairing/s: (in this chapter) USxUK.
Characters: (in this chapter) UK, US, Poland, France, Iceland, Switzerland, Canada, Belarus, Russia.
Rating/Warnings: Overall NC-17. This chapter T.
Summary: The year is 2438. A little over one hundred years ago, Russia finally cracked and nuclear warheads were sent flying to every corner of the world. No one had time to react. Some countries were wounded, some lost forever. The smaller nations suffered the most. Russia disappeared, never to be heard of again. Finally, the world is beginning to piece itself back together, and there is movement in the irradiated lands of Old Russia. Something is stirring, and only the rag-tag group of remaining nations can discover what it is. Ivan Braginski, or something far worse...
‘I think... that when you are in such a situation as we are, drama becomes a part of life. Tempers are bound to flare and it is not just a simple matter of being able to walk away and avoid the source of your displeasure. We had to learn to live with each other, to put our differences – cultural, religious, and personal – aside. It was easier than we might have thought, without politics, and without the ability to throw threats. We had nothing to threaten each other with anymore.
The underground complex that we grew to call home was sometimes hell, sometimes a paradise of cultural diversity. We learned much from each other that we would have never have even thought to learn before.
For some of us, the ‘culture shock’ was immense. Although, over the years, many of our boundaries had been dropped there were still some things that had remained isolated. Vash was the one who seemed to suffer most from this, and it was not unheard of for him to be angered by the strangest things. He got better, slowly, but some things never change.’
***
For a long moment Ivan was locked in place, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he stared at the person, the being in front of him that could not be Arthur. All the weariness and the patient kindness born from years of fighting to survive had been wiped from his face and all that remained was sheer, unholy fury.
A normal person would have backed down, tried to negotiate, or perhaps simply fainted from terror, but Ivan was not a normal person, and he did what only the insane would dare to try. He attacked.
Arthur dodged, a blur as he moved and Ivan stumbled, whipping ‘round with a dark expression on his face. He gestured, a sharp sound cracking through the air, but the strike didn’t hit as Arthur raised a hand calmly to deflect it, vaporising the cracking ball of power as if it were nothing. The return attack sent the Russian flying backwards, and the hissing whisper from the pit barely inches beneath Arthur’s feet rose to a high shrieking that had Matthew, Alfred and Natalia clapping their hands over their ears.
“What is he doing?!” Matthew shouted, quite sure that he could feel his teeth rattling in his jaw as the sound continued to rise in volume. The faint smell of sulphur was beginning to itch at his nose, and he shook his head vigorously, looking over to his brother.
“If I knew, I’d tell you,” he replied. “I’ve never seen him like this before!”
“I’m scared...” Natalia whispered, but neither of them heard her, and she hid her face in Alfred’s shoulder as the battle raged on.
The two fighting nations were lost within curling shadows and flashes of light. Ivan was clearly the more powerful of the two, but Arthur had the finesse, the ability to swiftly dodge attacks and return fire with an almost delicate efficiency. It wasn’t long before Ivan was a mess of cuts and his clothes were stained dark with blood, but he was still fighting, relentlessly, and Arthur was tiring. He had taken a few heavy blows, enough to daze him and make it difficult to concentrate, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had kept a portal to the Inferno open for so long. The creatures were becoming restless, and finally, when Ivan staggered to his feet after yet another barrage, Arthur squeezed a single drop of blood into the rift, and shouted a single word.
“Oborī́re!”
“N'yet!”
Nothing that Ivan could do could stop the incantation, and the ground shook, and something, something large and black dragged itself out of the pit. The Russian picked up a shard of glass, meaning to kill the man by hand, but it was too late. The creature took hold of him, hit him hard against the floor, and Ivan let out a strangled, gurgling sound. Alfred clutched his shoulder, a sudden, sharp pain radiating from it in nauseating waves, and in a last, desperate attempt, Ivan managed to prise himself free and launch the glass shard forcefully towards Arthur. His aim was off, but it caught the man in a glancing blow across his cheek, distracting him for long enough that Ivan could get in another series of blows that knocked him to the ground. Arthur spat out a word in a low, guttural dialect, and the creature grabbed Ivan again, wrapping dark tendrils around his body, squeezing until several dull snapping sounds were heard. Yet, Arthur didn’t stop. His breathing was heavy, eyes dark as the creature continued to constrict around the Russian’s body.
“Arthur...” Alfred crawled over to his husband – or the creature, the glowing, winged being that looked a lot like his husband, and touched his hand. “Arthur... You can stop now...”
Arthur didn’t seem to hear him, or he simply wasn’t listening. The American flicked a somewhat panicked look between Arthur, the thing that he had summoned, and the Russian in its grip, and did the first thing that came into his head. He turned Arthur’s face towards him, and kissed him.
It was like nothing he could remember experiencing. The power contained in the small body of his lover was intense, and he felt all of it, his blue eyes fixed on the still open green ones in front of him. Then, as if somebody had turned off a switch, his eyes slid closed and he fainted, sagging against the American. With Arthur unconscious and the mental connection severed, the creature disappeared in a wisp of smoke and sulphur, the rift in the ground closing. Alfred was left with Arthur in his arms, his shirt and jacket in tatters and a pair of white feathered wings spread limply over the ground. In the meantime, Natalia had made her way, tentatively, over to Ivan, and upon realising that he was no longer of any threat to her, had dissolved into tears, mourning the man that he no longer was, the brother that she had lost decades ago.
Matthew walked over to her, and crouched beside her as she cried, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. A hand grasped his ankle, and he yelped, crashing to the ground and scrambling backwards. Ivan was still alive, still breathing, and his eyes were filled with hatred as they found Matthew’s face.
“What the fuck?!” the Canadian blurted out, grabbing for the gun at his hip and getting to his feet, aiming it at the Russian’s head. Ivan was weak, and he could only hope this would work, his fingers trembling as he pulled back the safety.
“Wait,” Natalia stood, and put her hand over his. “Don’t.”
“Natalia, he-!”
“Let me.” She took the gun from him as he stared at her, and looked down at Ivan sadly. “Dasvidaniya,” she whispered, and with more confidence than Matthew had been able to muster, pulled the trigger.
At the close range, the impact of the shot made Ivan’s head bounce. Natalia fired again, then again, until Ivan’s head was a bloody mess of bone shards and half-liquidated flesh. Then, her face completely impassive, she handed the gun back to Matthew and turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.
“Uh... Natalia...”
Something was happening. The air around Ivan was shifting, disturbing the dust on the ground. In Alfred’s arms, Arthur came to, and blinked several times before sitting up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the Russian’s body.
“Get on the ground!” he rasped, and they all hit the floor moments before a low rumbling akin to a sonic boom rolled through the room, pushing all of them a little way across the floor. The building shuddered, and Matthew looked up warily.
“We have to get out of here, this place isn’t safe,” Alfred said, scooping Arthur up despite his protests and heading for the door, breaking into a heavy, limping run as a metal beam crashed down from the ceiling. “Come on, Matt!” he shouted. The Canadian followed as quickly as he could, almost at the door when he heard Natalia cry out behind him. He turned, finding her fallen, the chain around her ankle forgotten in their attempt to escape. Matthew ran back, dropping to his knees beside her and taking her hand.
“Go,” she told him. When he opened his mouth to protest, she shoved him and screamed. “Go!”
“Come on, Matthew!”
Torn, Matthew took a last look at Natalia, and fled, though he didn’t get far before his conscience got the better of him and he made sure that Alfred could no longer see him, before he turned around. Alfred had left the building before he realised what his brother had done, and he set Arthur on his feet while the others stared at the Englishman in shock. The wings promptly dematerialised, and Arthur cleared his throat, turning to look for Matthew.
“Where is he?” Alfred said, taking a step towards the creaking, groaning building and seeming set on going back in until Arthur grabbed hold of his arm. “What is he doing?”
“He’s trying to be a sodding hero!” Arthur replied as he pulled Alfred back, waving one hand to gesture to the others to back away quickly. “Remind you of anyone?”
Alfred stared at him, but he didn’t resist as he was drawn away from the tower. The structure shuddered, creaked, and with a screech of twisting, protesting metal, toppled to one side. It was, from the ground, like watching something in slow motion, and there was nothing that any of them could do as the building crashed down, the impact shuddering through the ground and almost knocking the group from their feet. A cloud of dust billowed over them, and when it settled, Alfred let out a soft, weak sound of disbelief and fell to his knees.
“Matt...” he whispered.
They stood in silence, none of them able to believe what had just happened. Alfred’s shoulders trembled, but he didn’t, couldn’t, cry. He squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated on the sounds of the collapsed building settling.
“I didn’t want this,” he said, quietly. Arthur placed a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off violently. “I didn’t want this!” He got to his feet, caught a sob in his throat and swallowed it, letting out a slow, shaky breath.
“When I told him to save his anger for when he needed it, this was not what I had in mind.” Óskar murmured, dropping his head to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Alfred,” Feliks said, stepping forwards. The American glared at him, and he faltered, snapping his mouth shut and simply pointing to the still-standing doorway of the tower, where a bloody, dirt-smudged hand was grasping at the door frame. Alfred simply stared, and Francis ran past him, grasping the hand and pulling it, along with the rest of a very battered Canadian, out of the door. Behind him, holding tightly to his arm, a broken chain still attached to her ankle, was Natalia.
“Matt!” Alfred snapped out of his disbelief and rushed to his brother’s side, and Matthew flashed a grin his way. “What-”
“What can I say? I have a weak spot for a damsel in distress,” Matthew responded. An awkward, appreciative chuckle worked its way around the group, and then a faint click was heard, and Vash was pointing a gun. “Woah, Vash, what are you-”
“What did you bring her out here for? Why did you go back for her? She could still be working for him.”
“What does it matter if she is? Ivan is dead.”
“Leave her here.”
“What? No!” Matthew put an arm around Natalia, and Vash aimed at him, his hand wavering. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Vash, just calm down... You hit your head, you are confused.”
“Shut up, Francis!”
Carefully, Arthur moved towards him, noting the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the unsteady way that he held the gun. He held up both hands peacefully.
“Vash... Give me the gun.” He extended one hand, slowly, keeping his eyes on Vash’s face. “It’s alright... just... give me the gun.” His fingers touched Vash’s hand, the Swiss man flinched, and the gun went off.
Arthur stumbled back, one hand clutching his shoulder. He pulled it away, looking with morbid fascination at the blood covering his palm. Natalia, shielded behind him, let out a soft cry and moved closer as he dropped abruptly to his knees. Vash raised his arm again, and Alfred snarled, reaching for his gun. A shot rang out, and the American’s fingers halted just short of drawing his weapon, unable to do anything but watch as Vash made an odd, almost winded sound and fell to the ground, crimson spreading over the front of his shirt.
Shaking, all colour drained from his face and something like terror in his wide violet eyes, Matthew stood with one arm extended, his finger still held over the trigger.
“Matthew...” Óskar whispered. “What have you done..?”
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<| Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty One |>
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance/Humour(in places)
Pairing/s: (in this chapter) USxUK.
Characters: (in this chapter) UK, US, Poland, France, Iceland, Switzerland, Canada, Belarus, Russia.
Rating/Warnings: Overall NC-17. This chapter T.
Summary: The year is 2438. A little over one hundred years ago, Russia finally cracked and nuclear warheads were sent flying to every corner of the world. No one had time to react. Some countries were wounded, some lost forever. The smaller nations suffered the most. Russia disappeared, never to be heard of again. Finally, the world is beginning to piece itself back together, and there is movement in the irradiated lands of Old Russia. Something is stirring, and only the rag-tag group of remaining nations can discover what it is. Ivan Braginski, or something far worse...
~ There is nothing good in war, except its ending. ~
****
‘I think... that when you are in such a situation as we are, drama becomes a part of life. Tempers are bound to flare and it is not just a simple matter of being able to walk away and avoid the source of your displeasure. We had to learn to live with each other, to put our differences – cultural, religious, and personal – aside. It was easier than we might have thought, without politics, and without the ability to throw threats. We had nothing to threaten each other with anymore.
The underground complex that we grew to call home was sometimes hell, sometimes a paradise of cultural diversity. We learned much from each other that we would have never have even thought to learn before.
For some of us, the ‘culture shock’ was immense. Although, over the years, many of our boundaries had been dropped there were still some things that had remained isolated. Vash was the one who seemed to suffer most from this, and it was not unheard of for him to be angered by the strangest things. He got better, slowly, but some things never change.’
***
For a long moment Ivan was locked in place, his eyes wide and disbelieving as he stared at the person, the being in front of him that could not be Arthur. All the weariness and the patient kindness born from years of fighting to survive had been wiped from his face and all that remained was sheer, unholy fury.
A normal person would have backed down, tried to negotiate, or perhaps simply fainted from terror, but Ivan was not a normal person, and he did what only the insane would dare to try. He attacked.
Arthur dodged, a blur as he moved and Ivan stumbled, whipping ‘round with a dark expression on his face. He gestured, a sharp sound cracking through the air, but the strike didn’t hit as Arthur raised a hand calmly to deflect it, vaporising the cracking ball of power as if it were nothing. The return attack sent the Russian flying backwards, and the hissing whisper from the pit barely inches beneath Arthur’s feet rose to a high shrieking that had Matthew, Alfred and Natalia clapping their hands over their ears.
“What is he doing?!” Matthew shouted, quite sure that he could feel his teeth rattling in his jaw as the sound continued to rise in volume. The faint smell of sulphur was beginning to itch at his nose, and he shook his head vigorously, looking over to his brother.
“If I knew, I’d tell you,” he replied. “I’ve never seen him like this before!”
“I’m scared...” Natalia whispered, but neither of them heard her, and she hid her face in Alfred’s shoulder as the battle raged on.
The two fighting nations were lost within curling shadows and flashes of light. Ivan was clearly the more powerful of the two, but Arthur had the finesse, the ability to swiftly dodge attacks and return fire with an almost delicate efficiency. It wasn’t long before Ivan was a mess of cuts and his clothes were stained dark with blood, but he was still fighting, relentlessly, and Arthur was tiring. He had taken a few heavy blows, enough to daze him and make it difficult to concentrate, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had kept a portal to the Inferno open for so long. The creatures were becoming restless, and finally, when Ivan staggered to his feet after yet another barrage, Arthur squeezed a single drop of blood into the rift, and shouted a single word.
“Oborī́re!”
“N'yet!”
Nothing that Ivan could do could stop the incantation, and the ground shook, and something, something large and black dragged itself out of the pit. The Russian picked up a shard of glass, meaning to kill the man by hand, but it was too late. The creature took hold of him, hit him hard against the floor, and Ivan let out a strangled, gurgling sound. Alfred clutched his shoulder, a sudden, sharp pain radiating from it in nauseating waves, and in a last, desperate attempt, Ivan managed to prise himself free and launch the glass shard forcefully towards Arthur. His aim was off, but it caught the man in a glancing blow across his cheek, distracting him for long enough that Ivan could get in another series of blows that knocked him to the ground. Arthur spat out a word in a low, guttural dialect, and the creature grabbed Ivan again, wrapping dark tendrils around his body, squeezing until several dull snapping sounds were heard. Yet, Arthur didn’t stop. His breathing was heavy, eyes dark as the creature continued to constrict around the Russian’s body.
“Arthur...” Alfred crawled over to his husband – or the creature, the glowing, winged being that looked a lot like his husband, and touched his hand. “Arthur... You can stop now...”
Arthur didn’t seem to hear him, or he simply wasn’t listening. The American flicked a somewhat panicked look between Arthur, the thing that he had summoned, and the Russian in its grip, and did the first thing that came into his head. He turned Arthur’s face towards him, and kissed him.
It was like nothing he could remember experiencing. The power contained in the small body of his lover was intense, and he felt all of it, his blue eyes fixed on the still open green ones in front of him. Then, as if somebody had turned off a switch, his eyes slid closed and he fainted, sagging against the American. With Arthur unconscious and the mental connection severed, the creature disappeared in a wisp of smoke and sulphur, the rift in the ground closing. Alfred was left with Arthur in his arms, his shirt and jacket in tatters and a pair of white feathered wings spread limply over the ground. In the meantime, Natalia had made her way, tentatively, over to Ivan, and upon realising that he was no longer of any threat to her, had dissolved into tears, mourning the man that he no longer was, the brother that she had lost decades ago.
Matthew walked over to her, and crouched beside her as she cried, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. A hand grasped his ankle, and he yelped, crashing to the ground and scrambling backwards. Ivan was still alive, still breathing, and his eyes were filled with hatred as they found Matthew’s face.
“What the fuck?!” the Canadian blurted out, grabbing for the gun at his hip and getting to his feet, aiming it at the Russian’s head. Ivan was weak, and he could only hope this would work, his fingers trembling as he pulled back the safety.
“Wait,” Natalia stood, and put her hand over his. “Don’t.”
“Natalia, he-!”
“Let me.” She took the gun from him as he stared at her, and looked down at Ivan sadly. “Dasvidaniya,” she whispered, and with more confidence than Matthew had been able to muster, pulled the trigger.
At the close range, the impact of the shot made Ivan’s head bounce. Natalia fired again, then again, until Ivan’s head was a bloody mess of bone shards and half-liquidated flesh. Then, her face completely impassive, she handed the gun back to Matthew and turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.
“Uh... Natalia...”
Something was happening. The air around Ivan was shifting, disturbing the dust on the ground. In Alfred’s arms, Arthur came to, and blinked several times before sitting up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the Russian’s body.
“Get on the ground!” he rasped, and they all hit the floor moments before a low rumbling akin to a sonic boom rolled through the room, pushing all of them a little way across the floor. The building shuddered, and Matthew looked up warily.
“We have to get out of here, this place isn’t safe,” Alfred said, scooping Arthur up despite his protests and heading for the door, breaking into a heavy, limping run as a metal beam crashed down from the ceiling. “Come on, Matt!” he shouted. The Canadian followed as quickly as he could, almost at the door when he heard Natalia cry out behind him. He turned, finding her fallen, the chain around her ankle forgotten in their attempt to escape. Matthew ran back, dropping to his knees beside her and taking her hand.
“Go,” she told him. When he opened his mouth to protest, she shoved him and screamed. “Go!”
“Come on, Matthew!”
Torn, Matthew took a last look at Natalia, and fled, though he didn’t get far before his conscience got the better of him and he made sure that Alfred could no longer see him, before he turned around. Alfred had left the building before he realised what his brother had done, and he set Arthur on his feet while the others stared at the Englishman in shock. The wings promptly dematerialised, and Arthur cleared his throat, turning to look for Matthew.
“Where is he?” Alfred said, taking a step towards the creaking, groaning building and seeming set on going back in until Arthur grabbed hold of his arm. “What is he doing?”
“He’s trying to be a sodding hero!” Arthur replied as he pulled Alfred back, waving one hand to gesture to the others to back away quickly. “Remind you of anyone?”
Alfred stared at him, but he didn’t resist as he was drawn away from the tower. The structure shuddered, creaked, and with a screech of twisting, protesting metal, toppled to one side. It was, from the ground, like watching something in slow motion, and there was nothing that any of them could do as the building crashed down, the impact shuddering through the ground and almost knocking the group from their feet. A cloud of dust billowed over them, and when it settled, Alfred let out a soft, weak sound of disbelief and fell to his knees.
“Matt...” he whispered.
They stood in silence, none of them able to believe what had just happened. Alfred’s shoulders trembled, but he didn’t, couldn’t, cry. He squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated on the sounds of the collapsed building settling.
“I didn’t want this,” he said, quietly. Arthur placed a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off violently. “I didn’t want this!” He got to his feet, caught a sob in his throat and swallowed it, letting out a slow, shaky breath.
“When I told him to save his anger for when he needed it, this was not what I had in mind.” Óskar murmured, dropping his head to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Alfred,” Feliks said, stepping forwards. The American glared at him, and he faltered, snapping his mouth shut and simply pointing to the still-standing doorway of the tower, where a bloody, dirt-smudged hand was grasping at the door frame. Alfred simply stared, and Francis ran past him, grasping the hand and pulling it, along with the rest of a very battered Canadian, out of the door. Behind him, holding tightly to his arm, a broken chain still attached to her ankle, was Natalia.
“Matt!” Alfred snapped out of his disbelief and rushed to his brother’s side, and Matthew flashed a grin his way. “What-”
“What can I say? I have a weak spot for a damsel in distress,” Matthew responded. An awkward, appreciative chuckle worked its way around the group, and then a faint click was heard, and Vash was pointing a gun. “Woah, Vash, what are you-”
“What did you bring her out here for? Why did you go back for her? She could still be working for him.”
“What does it matter if she is? Ivan is dead.”
“Leave her here.”
“What? No!” Matthew put an arm around Natalia, and Vash aimed at him, his hand wavering. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Vash, just calm down... You hit your head, you are confused.”
“Shut up, Francis!”
Carefully, Arthur moved towards him, noting the slightly glazed look in his eyes and the unsteady way that he held the gun. He held up both hands peacefully.
“Vash... Give me the gun.” He extended one hand, slowly, keeping his eyes on Vash’s face. “It’s alright... just... give me the gun.” His fingers touched Vash’s hand, the Swiss man flinched, and the gun went off.
Arthur stumbled back, one hand clutching his shoulder. He pulled it away, looking with morbid fascination at the blood covering his palm. Natalia, shielded behind him, let out a soft cry and moved closer as he dropped abruptly to his knees. Vash raised his arm again, and Alfred snarled, reaching for his gun. A shot rang out, and the American’s fingers halted just short of drawing his weapon, unable to do anything but watch as Vash made an odd, almost winded sound and fell to the ground, crimson spreading over the front of his shirt.
Shaking, all colour drained from his face and something like terror in his wide violet eyes, Matthew stood with one arm extended, his finger still held over the trigger.
“Matthew...” Óskar whispered. “What have you done..?”
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<| Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty One |>
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:16 pm (UTC)cuz he's awesomeOh gosh I've been waiting for this for the past 24 hours. >83 I'm, like, totally excited that its finally here. Freakin' England vs. Russia >83
HUR BD do I sense Natalia x Alfred here?
And awwwwwwwwwwww, I love the scene with Alfred breaking Arthur out of his stupor for lack of a better word with a kiss. It's like something out of a fairy tale.
I also loved Natalia's goodbye to Ivan. It was sweet.....in some way.
YOU! MADE ME WORRY. Mattie's ok ;A;
what. the. heck. just. happened.
Freakin' fee. You still know how to surprise a girl
Another cliffhanger....why am I not surprised?
I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter....so you betta hurry, foo. ;D
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-09 09:19 pm (UTC)D8< you betta get writing. I ish waiting and can't wait.
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-09 09:28 pm (UTC)-JUDGE-
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-09 09:54 pm (UTC)You always manage to take me by surprise. First I was freaking out over the fight, then about Natalia being chained up, then about Matthew staying behind to help her, and finally about Vash (which I did not see coming).
Ah, cliffhangers >_
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:55 pm (UTC)Also, I added you on AIM. Hope that's coo'~
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:03 pm (UTC)And yeah, that's totally fine :D
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:05 pm (UTC)(and if you're not, then perhaps you need to add me as well xD)
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:42 pm (UTC)Damn you, Vash! What with you?! DAMN VASH!! >____
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-09 11:43 pm (UTC)I loved the kissing ;3; I wonder if Ivan's really gone? Dx And I'm glad Natalia was saved, but...
WTF, Matt?!
AAAH CLIFFHANGER /dies
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Date: 2010-03-09 11:45 pm (UTC)Are you coming online soon :|
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Date: 2010-03-10 09:09 am (UTC)-Is wishing that Arthur get hurt more -coughcough-- Um... Another awesome chapter. =3 -Hugs you and everyone in this chapter including Ivan-
At The End Of All Things [20/?]
Date: 2010-03-10 11:26 am (UTC)Re: At The End Of All Things [20/?]
Date: 2010-03-11 10:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-10 04:22 pm (UTC)D'aw, Mattie being a hero.. ♥ Okay, well, everything = ♥
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Date: 2010-03-10 04:23 pm (UTC)<3<3
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Date: 2010-03-10 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-10 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-11 03:50 am (UTC)First off, lemme say that the magic battle was an epic win. I mean, Hetalia canon aside, I can't imagine an altercation between countries that doesn't involve some kind of powers, they are nations for god sake they should have powers. lol
So Britannia Angel for the win.
Poor Ivan, i know my character bias is showing but still, poor Ivan.
lol and Poor Natalyia, I really like her character so Its always nice to see her be something other than her 2-d canon psycho.
Canada being a bad ass hero is just too awesome, he out-heroed the hero.
And oh no Vash, are you going crazy?
The suspense is killing me, woman!
p.s. what happened to ukraine? she died in the bombings?
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Date: 2010-03-11 03:52 am (UTC)Next chapter should be up very soon.
Yes, Ukraine died. Sadly ._.
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Date: 2010-03-11 05:10 am (UTC)Heroic Mattew. Yay. <3
The magic was totally awesome by the way. I keep thinking Bayonetta and when I apply that to Arthur I have to stop myself from laughing out loud. Britannia Final Climax Edtion. *snickers*
Why Vash? Why?! And oh god, he got shot. Don't die. Then Athur will be the only Tsundere left, and who is France going to molest? D8
I am curious about a few things, like the reason Alfred's injury seems to act up from time to time, but I have a feeling I'll have to keep reading to find out.
Anyway, keep up the great work and can't wait to see the next chapter.
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Date: 2010-03-11 05:12 am (UTC)Well, 21 is going up like... NOW so there we go 8D
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:55 pm (UTC)I have to reply because this is so very true <3