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I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE ;___;
and this is how i write fanfic
I’M NOT ALONE?! 8’DDD
I am not the only one *.*
Anytime my mind isn’t occupied with other things, but especially at night. I like to go to bed early just to do that.
And then I have to get back out of bed and find something to scrawl ideas down on so I don’t forget it. XD;;
Fencing, or as England had first learned it as the Arte of Defense with Henry the VIII, was not something he ever expected to become modernized. Or well, at least not modernized to this degree. It was an archaic sport, and as much as France might claim to be the one who started it, the methods dated long before he ever touched them.
Though, that bloody frog still laid claim to the terms used in the sport, blast him.
But despite the fact that they’d developed rudimentary electronic foils back in the earlier part of the 20th century, England had downright refused to use one. He’d learned the foil itself (blasted French invention) to duel in the 18th century and he wasn’t about to go modern with something that was such a part of his history.
Then along came America, who absolutely loved the thrill of electronic fencing, always letting out a very ungentlemanly ‘whoop’ whenever he lit up the light on the board by striking his opponent successfully.
And, like far too many things in his life, if anything was going to get England to try something new- it was America.
Story of my life.
Story of my life.
And as soon as you got no time, the ideas come back again….
Exactly. Blasted muses need to take a time management course.
“Sunflower Highball, heavy on the vodka,” Katya said with a southern twinge never present in her normal voice.
The bartender acknowledged her with a nod and set about mixing up her order, never once suspecting that the black-haired woman before him was not what she seemed to be.
Irena Vinlinski, a businesswoman from Georgia in town for a conference, had checked into the hotel that afternoon and was now at the bar enjoying a few drinks with some of her fellow conference members. It was a solid cover and one that Katya couldn’t help but wonder if the White Russian was also hiding under a similar one.
They’d made agreements to have the data drop point at the Hotel Valquez where a large business conference was housing all their attendees. It was easy to blend in a crowd of over three thousand guests, and Katya had tempted the foreign agent with quite an interesting tidbit.
Information on a top secret project between the American and British agencies that had been moved to a new compound after the whereabouts of the first was compromised.
If the KGB had indeed planned to take Project Allies, they would be highly interested in knowing where it was now. In return, Katya had asked for them to drop intel about codename POND. That had been the codename Project Allies had supposedly leaked under, according to a deep hack that Eduard had uncovered. No one knew this but her, Eduard and whoever was behind the plan to steal it. If the agent tonight had any intel on POND, it was intel they should have never had.
So there Katya was, laughing it up in a bawdy voice at the bar with a few businessmen and waiting for the right time to make the drop. Her drink order had been the discussed code to notify the agent she was there, and she was to not leave the hotel bar until eight at the night.
Down the bar from her, a businessman named Aldrich shot her a wink then pointed to a drink the bartender was delivering to her.
With a smile, she waved down the bar at him and toasted up the drink. No one noticed, but as she did Katya shot a coy look directly into the hotel camera in the corner, followed by a slight shrug.
“Sorry Eduard. I’m popular with the boys again tonight. Don’t be too jealous, okay?” she thought to herself, hoping he got the message.
As the drink touched her taste buds, Katya paused. It was a Sunflower Highball, heavy on the vodka. Meaning either this man was very observant on what she’d ordered earlier or…
— Codename, Chapter 6 teaser
Hello~! I started this fic back during the Secret Santa event last year and it’s been several months since I’ve been able to work on it. For those new to the story, I hope you check it out! For those familiar with it, please enjoy!
Title: Codename Chapter 6/?, Alfred versus the First Date 3/? [FF.net Link]
Characters/Pairing: America/England, Estonia/Ukraine, Prussia/Switzerland, Poland/Lithuania, most characters at some point or another.
Summary: When computer geek Alfred inadvertently downloads government secrets into his brain, the two countries behind the secrets send agents to keep a watch on him. One of them is MI-6 agent Arthur Kirkland, who is about to turn Alfred’s life upside down in more ways than one.
Previous Chapters:     
( Chapter 6: Arthur Kirkland, whether we are dating for cover or not, you need to know one very important thing about me. )
I know it’s been terribly long since I’ve written, let alone on this fic. Hopefully now that I’ve gotten some of my health problems a bit sorted out, I can keep writing. Thank you all for your patience on waiting for my updates on this! I’m hoping to have the next chapter finished sometime in July (I’ll be on vacation soon or I’d work on it right away). :)
Title: Alfred Jones and the Lost City of Gold 9/? [FF.Net Link] [Previous Chapters]
Word Count: 2,817
Summary: Sequel to Alfred Jones and the Curse of the Pharaoh. America and England are back again on yet another adventure when they head to South America to search for the legendary Incan Lost City of Gold. But they’re going to need more than luck, and perhaps a little help from some friends, to get through the strange magic that has hidden the mysterious city for centuries.
( All these wonderful, probably not seen in hundreds of years, details and you’re looking at me? )
You know the “I can’t hold all these feels!” statement? Imagine trying to hold those feels that are just everywhere and to get them to pour into a small glass without spilling a drop.
That’s what writing fanfic is like. You’re trying to get your feels out but it’s so hard to get them all into that small little glass without losing something in the process. So you have to do it very meticulously if you want to convey your feels right.
This thing is more important than you think it is.
Sometimes I write totally self-indulgent AUs in my head. With hilariously based-of-real-life elements or over-the-top soap opera drama. It’s how I get through the day sometimes, just plotting out this ridiculousness in my mind.
Lately it’s been this AU where Calhoun is a Disney Store manager who is all terse smiles and sunshine when out front, but in back she’s full on army-mode. Ralph’s the shipment guy that Calhoun is constantly butting heads with (though they both really respect one another), Vanellope’s a homeless kid that Ralph and later Calhoun end up smuggling into the mall so she doesn’t have to sleep outside overnight. And Felix is the sweet (ha ha, pun intended) employee at the cookie shop across the hall from the Disney Store. And of course, because the whole thing is cliche like whoa, it’s set during Christmas season.
It’s my own little me-story. And I’m telling you guys because I like you and figure you’ll find it amusing.