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USUK - I Wish - ProloguePrologue
America's Point of View (POV)
It all started with those stories England used to tell me.
I don't even remember the plots or titles of the stories; it's been far too long. However, I do recall one basic feature about nearly all of them. They were, in some form or another, about love. I guess you could call them fairytales. They were just like all those other classic damsel-in-distress stories the handsome hero falls in love with the beautiful princess, but they cannot be together for some reason. Sometimes it was rank, sometimes the king, something was always in the way. It didn't really matter; I adored them all the same. I learned something from them, though: I never wanted to fall in love.
Sure, in the stories the princess and the main character always ended up together, but I learned pretty quickly from my history lessons that reality wasn't like that. Things didn't work out perfectly like in those fables. I'd heard plenty of real-life stories to know
The World Once Without You 5I woke up in a place that was painfully familiar. I had been here a million times before so what was one more time? Everything was exactly the same down to the people who passed me by, the color of the cars on the street, and little patches of snow and ice building up as the flurries fell. I inwardly sighed. Just another night of reliving the nightmare that was once my reality. The Starbucks coffee I had warmed my right hand through the glove. My left hand, however, which was usually kept warm by Arthur's hand felt chilled despite the fact it was covered. My fingertips felt vaguely numb and I furrowed my brows in confusion. I opened and closed my fingers and was surprised to find myself grasping nothing but air. I glanced sideways and found now bushy-browed Briton next to me and instead found more empty air. Where was Arthur? He was always there.
I stopped walking. The projections of my dream didn't seem to notice or care. They all just carried about their imaginary business without so
The World Once without You 6I was a genius, wasn't I? I built, completed, and successfully used the world's first time machine. I was the very definition of genius. If you opened the dictionary and looked up the word my picture would be right next to it. So if I was supposed to be a genius why was I so bad at this? What was I bad exactly? Well I was embarrassed to admit it, but I was trying to think of way to win Arthur's heart back. God Christ, why'd I keep saying 'back' when I never even had it in this time stream? Details, details I guess, but whatever. I really had to focus right now.
Okay, so I knew Arthur better than anyone. Hell, I probably knew Arthur better than that Greg dude. If there was a game show on Arthur I would probably win it. The only problem with that was I think I would be perceived as totally creepy in this time stream. Arthur and I hadn't known each other very long in this time stream so if I went around bringing him cups of Twinning's brand Earl Grey with no sugar or cream (Be
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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