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Pairings: one sided PruCan, mildly implied FrUK
Warning: Gender Bending, Implied Slash
Summary: Canada has a hard time adjusting to a recent change in his life.
It was his boss's fault. He had been the one to come up with the idea and he'd approached Canada about it as casually as one asking for an opinion on the weather. For him it wasn't a big deal, because from one day to the next it wouldn't affect him anymore than a pebble being tossed in a river would affect the flow of the stream. For Canada, however, it was a big deal, a very big deal and he just didn't understand how his boss couldn't see that.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror he sighed, knowing that in many ways this was also his own fault, because he hadn't tried to explain why such a suggestion wasn't exactly appealing to him. Canada had never wanted to change. He liked himself just fine, despite how unremarkable others might find him. He liked his nose, his
The Waiting Game - Part 4Arthur didn't sleep at all that night. Even knowing that he would not have to be at work the next morning, or the next few weeks, didn't help him to find any rest. He merely laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling and listening to Francis's own even breaths coming from his side of the bed. He envied Francis, and the last Unisom capsules he had wrestled out of Arthur's grasp, because he was the only one who had been able to get any sleep these past few nights.
He supposed it was the fact that parenthood was lurking just around the corner and the thought that his children would be born the next morning that was keeping his eyes wide open and making his skin tingle. He honestly couldn't think of anything more nerve wracking than the idea that he was going to be in charge of the well being of two defenseless little babies and his stomach felt jittery just from that thought alone.
Arthur tried to get himself to relax by thinking about soothing things, but everything from counting s
The Waiting Game - Part 3Arthur couldn't recall ever feeling more knotted up and jittery. His legs hadn't stopped shaking since they had sat down in the stiff wooden chairs occupying the dark oaky room held within the county courthouse and he was certain that if he tried to stand, he would only end up tipping over and collapsing onto the polished table in front of him. To his right he saw that Francis didn't look much better. His face seemed pale and flushed all at once and his hands, placed firmly in his lap, were wringing his fingers so tightly that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.
They had waited for this day for so long that it hardly felt possible to actually be here and even now the idea that something could still go wrong weighed heavily on Arthur's minds.
What if Alberta doesn't show up? What if the Joneses changed their minds and pulled out at the last minute? What if...?
"Thank you for coming at such short notice, Ludwig," Francis managed to say as he turned towards
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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