Canada-US relationship pre-confederation
Crossfrown: canada was fucking TERRIFIED of america
Crossfrown: america was outside canada's window with a boombox
Crossfrown: but instead of sappy love songs it's playing death metal
Crossfrown: and the lyrics are "YOU'RE MINE ONE WITH ME ONE WITH ME ONE WITH ME"
The Art of Selfishness
Alfred had loved him for a long time; and most of that love was unrequited and unreturned. Matthew had Gilbert and even though Alfred had no clue what the soft-spoken blond saw in that loud-mouth Prussian, he was his friend. And friends respected other friends’ boyfriends. (despite the pain the hurt the longing) So he kept his distance and watched from that distance as they laughed and...
Alfred F. Jones could never have guessed that his brother got so much attention. At first, he didn’t think much of it — he shrugged it off as Matthew finally getting some friends — until he saw Gilbert Beilschmidt and Lars van Rijn enter his northern neighbor’s room. Twice. On consecutive days. And in the mornings afterward, Matthew would have a funny gait and winced...
Matthew loves Arthur and Arthur loves Matthew. Yes, in that order, Matthew thinks — because sometimes, it seems that he loves just a little bit more than Arthur does. “I love you,” the younger of the couple would say. “I love you too,” Arthur would reply, but Matthew gets the feeling that he means it less and less everytime. There are times that he catches his...
The sun catches his hair from just the right angle and suddenly he’s an angel on the sidewalk, chin raised to the sky, smile soft. A breeze floats by and causes tufts of golden hair to sway slightly. Behind rimmed glasses, indigo eyes are half-lidded in an expression of euphoria. Arthur stands in the doorway of the conference building, watching the younger with something akin to fondness in...