Gami's Little Fangasm Corner

A place for me to mostly go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH over developments in fanfiction plots, fanart and other nerdling duties

Basically 'cause no one is online while I'm looking at these things plus no one likes to hear me go AAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAT JUST HAPPENED OH MY GOD WAIT DOES THAT MEAN HOLY CRAP THIS STORY IS JUST HNNG etc for ten minutes every hour or so XD

Also fangasming is one of the few times I allow myself to swear 'cause I'm usually very incoherent so
Yeah expect some of that

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“Wait.” Estonia placed a hand on one particular drawing that caught his attention.

The person in it looked strangely familiar.

“Which are you—” Cuba began, but then he, too, froze upon looking at the image. “Oh. You’ve seen this one before? This guy… he's the one I was asking about. Was wondering if maybe he was the one who attacked Seychelles.”

“No, I don't think so. The description is off a little. But... he looks like someone I know. It’s almost uncanny,” Estonia explained, fingers tracing the outline of the drawing. “… I’m sorry. It just took me off guard for a second there.”

Cuba studied the other’s face quietly.


The picture Estonia fixated on appeared to be the newest of the bunch—the others were dog-eared and slightly worn, but this one was perfectly smooth and free of blemishes. Featured was a tall young man around the age of 18 or 19 with shoulder-length wavy blond hair and glasses. He was wearing a red sweatshirt and blue jeans, and he was smiling—gently, wearily.

Who are you? Estonia asked the picture mentally, making his way back to his hotel room with the manila folder safely tucked away in his briefcase. He knew the boy in the picture would not answer, could not answer, but if Estonia tried really hard—

He could imagine just what kind of voice the boy would have.

Who are you?

I am...

I am...

JESUS TITTY FUCKING CHRIST CANADA
WAIT YOU'RE A VAMPIRE?!?!?!
WAIT WHAT ABOUT THAT DREAM
IS FRANCE YOUR DAD
BUT THEN DID FRANCE TURN YOU OR
OH JESUS GET IN THE STORY ALREADY
YOU ENIGMA

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The cellphone continued to buzz and buzz, unread text message after text message filling up the inbox steadily.

It was an irritating noise.

Dexterous fingers toyed with the buttons on the small device, hitting delete delete delete. There was no point in allowing its intended recipient to burden himself with external issues, not when there was so much to deal with on his own end.

Just seconds away from hitting the 'off' button, the cellphone rang to life. An actual call was coming in.

"America? America, tell me where you are at this very moment. I haven't heard from you at all!"

Smile. "He is busy now, England."

The stretch of silence was just as expected. "... you," came the snarl, which didn't suit the Briton, but it was an entirely understandable response.

Russia couldn't help but continue to smile. "I am also busy. Your timing is bad!"

"Don't you even dare think about—"

"Oh, I am not thinking that way. It is the opposite of you, it seems." At that, he could hear the sounds of grinding teeth on the other end of the line.

"Consider this a warning..."

"No," Russia whispered, his expression having gone grim. "We are past warnings, I am afraid. Good night to you."

"Russia? Russia!"

But it was too late. The older vampire had already hung up and switched the phone off.

On the floor, America slept.

He slept through the dull pain of his broken arm, the aching throb of his head—


And he slept through the stinging of the puncture wounds on the side of his neck.

ENGLAAAAAAAAAAAAAND
AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
;-;
IS AMERICA A VAMPIRE NOW
RUSSIA WHY DID YOU TURN HIM
FREAKING EVERYONE IS BECOMING VAMPIRES NOW
WHERE THE HECK IS LATVIA AND LITHUANIA STILL
POLAND GO FIND THEM
FREAKING
FUCK EVERYTHING
AMERICA YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE PISSIEST OF ALL TIME
EXPECT A FIGHT
WITH YOUR FREAKING BROKEN ARM AND NEW VAMPIRE SKILLS I GUESS
ENGLAND BUT WILL YOU BE HAPPY?!?!?!?!
YOU WANTED HIM TO TURN BUT NOW HE'S BEEN TURNED BY
/RUSSIA/
ALSO I HOPE THIS DOESN'T GO ON TO MORE FRUK AND RUSSIAMERICA 'CAUSE I WANT SOME USUK DAMN IT
THIS STORY
BETTER UPDATE
SOON
;-;

Oh look I forgot about this topic

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He heard Arthur laugh from the other side of the tree. "What for? It has nothing to do with you."

Alfred shrugged even though Arthur couldn't see it. "You had a hard time," he said. Even though Arthur planned to kill him, Alfred couldn't help feeling bad when he heard what Arthur had lived through up until now. That was why he was so ruthless – he must have had a job of staying on top of the kingdom when his family hated him, both his parents were gone, and all his people knew he was an illegitimate child despite having royal blood. A bastard kid and in such a high position couldn't be easy.

He felt something touch his hand and when he looked down, he saw that Arthur had shifted over to sit adjacent to him and had put his hand over Alfred's. Even though Arthur's hands were smaller and his fingers were slimmer than Alfred's, his hands were also rougher and more callused.

Alfred sat still and let Arthur slip his hand into Alfred's own in a loose grip.

OH MY GOD SO CUTE
YES FEEL FEELINGS
DO THAT
AAAAAAAH ARTHUR YOUR LIFE AS A KID SUCKED D:
WHY DOES THIS FANFICTION ONLY HAVE FIVE CHAPTERS RIGHT NOW
THIS IS JUST TOO CUTE FOR ME TO HANDRE ;-;

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"Arthur!" Alfred shouted, reaching for him as the knife flashed.

He caught a glimpse of Arthur's startled eyes as Alfred shoved him out of range of the girl's knife, and then there was a stabbing pain in his right shoulder blade.

Alfred turned to see the girl wrenching the knife out of the back of his shoulder, glistening with his own blood. Her blades flashed again and Alfred knew he couldn't afford to draw the fight out any longer. If he didn't do something, either he would get killed, or Arthur would kill this girl, and even if she was an assassin, Alfred didn't feel right about having a complete stranger die because of him.

So he punched her.

Even though Alfred tried to control his strength, he was tired and injured, and he must not have gauged it very well, because that one punch sent the girl flying down the corridor. She hit the wall at the opposite end of the hallway and crumpled like a doll, her knives clattering to the ground as the first of the guards came running up the stairs.

Alfred turned, still out of breath, as he looked at Arthur. "Are you… are you okay?" he asked.

He had just won his first fight, Alfred realized. He didn't feel quite as victorious about it as he'd imagined he might. Mostly, he just felt like his heart was beating a little too fast, and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears, and he was sweating.

Arthur was still wide-eyed and stunned as he looked back at Alfred. "You—you—"

He seemed unable to decide what to say so Alfred supplied a few of his own. "Saved your life? Am a hero? Are going to be an awesome king?" he said, giving Arthur a tentative smile. His shoulder didn't hurt yet, but it was probably going to feel like hell later. He also hoped that the girl was okay even if she had tried to kill him. It seemed by the shouts of the guards behind them, though, that she was at least still alive, because they were quickly handcuffing her arms, and discussing whether to bring her down to the dungeon cells, or to take her to the infirmary first.

"You're an idiot!" Arthur finally burst out. "And you're injured, you stupid arse—I can't believe you—"

And much to Alfred's surprise, Arthur leaned forward, putting his arms around Alfred's waist, and promptly buried his face in Alfred's uninjured shoulder.

Alfred felt a wave of relief at that, and it seemed like the adrenaline was finally beginning settle down, because Alfred could feel his shoulder beginning to throb, and he was also getting a bit light-headed and weak. The knee to the gut had left him feeling nauseous and ill, and combined with adrenaline overdose, he was seriously going to hurt tomorrow morning. In fact, the dizziness was getting worse and his vision was going spotted around the edges.

"Arthur," Alfred said.

"Hm?" He felt Arthur's warm breath through his shirt.

"I think I'm going to faint," Alfred said.

As he collapsed forward and his vision went dark, he felt Arthur's arms wrap more securely around him. "Go to sleep. I won't let anyone hurt you," he heard Arthur say.

And then he passed out.

AAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
THIS IS SUCH AN AMAZING STORY
YES HE PUNCHED BELARUS SO HARD
SUPER STRENGTH YEAH
FUCKIN EVERYONE BE AFRAID OF THIS BAD ASS SOON TO BE KING RIGHT HERE