Hnghh- My phone is at 3% and I'm just crying because this is so romantic but ughhhh

Wow, so, I was just reading your profile, and, what a fic you are, to insult every reader of your most popular fic.

You might not be as enthused as you were with it years ago, but it is your most popular fic, better then all this depressing hentalia drudge that you must be so proud of, and you are going o insult every reader or your most popular fic, by saying they all like clunky purple prose and their taste is immature for liking it?

(Which even if you did not say that outright is basically what you are saying, dickhead.)

You should be thanking all of them for liking it so much, and reviewing and favouriting and making it one of the best liked fics in DN. And thanking your stars for writing a fic so young that brings so much joy to instead you insult them and shit on it. What a fucking dick you are.

Oh, and, for this fic, you insulted Meas an asexual, if you even know what that is, with this, and, America was a horny dick who cared nothing for England if he pressured him into giving up something so beautiful just for sex, when people can have beautiful relationships without sex, both asexuals obviously, and non asexuals for various reasons, and if America was better persen, and England was not so weak with no self respect or Love for himself, he, England, could have both, the best of both worlds.

Sex is not everything, is is not even something, to some people, to give up friends that have been their for you forever, for sex, when you could have had love without it, (And masturbation is just as good as sex, even if you sexual people never seem to be able to get that, sex starved as you are. And especially if you wanted to spare your boyfriend losing something, and people, so precious to him.) I think most people, asexual sexual or otherwise, would admit, is a pretty pathetic thing to do. It usually takes more then one bad fic to ruin a pairing for Me, usually it takes a hundred rape fics in a fandom or pairing like that fucking omega/alpha rape/sexism trope that to many rape and sexism loving people get of on, but, I think you might have done the impossible, with this fic of yours, and even if you did not, it will take Me a long time to ever read a hentalia fic without wanting to vomit for this pairing, and I will never read another of your fic;s again. Good day. Or night, or whatever it is wherever you are.

Okay, let's just say that the descriptions here are probably some of the best in your works, alongside the rawness of Shatter and the dreamlike quality of Pangaea.
I love how all of the scenes are interspersed between moments of the scene with lightning bugs and the Mississippi River, making the entirety of the fic feel like a memory. ...I don't know if that makes any sense, but that's what the format conveyed to me.
Also, I picked up on some underlying themes of clinging to the past even as the future reaches out to you. Arthur (I'm going to call him that, since this fic doesn't focus as much on USUK as countries as USUK as flawed human beings) seems to really care about Alfred, and he expresses his love repeatedly, but he's hesitant to let go of the history that he's relied on for so long. Alfred tries to give Arthur what he wants, but he's having difficulty understanding, as a monster whose heart beats on the smoke of Industrialism, why Arthur can't just let go of the past. Both of these personal issues seem to mix in a strange way, making this fic dance in an ethereal storm of love, misunderstanding, and nostalgia for what has already passed by.
Ack, I can't express how beautiful this is - Arthur and Alfred's relationship, uneasy as it is at this point, is so sweet and tender that I felt the fuzzies closing in on my heart. ...However you'd describe the feeling of fluff.
Arthur made some insightful observations, though. He muses to himself about the crown jewels of Industrial America, those self-important nobles of society who pretend that they won't pass in the wind like any other ordinary person. He also notes that it is not in his nature to forget about the magic that flows through his veins just because he can't see it anymore. I feel like Arthur's drawing on his rich history of language here a lot, which adds to the feel of this story all the more.
I feel like there's so much else to be said here, but I think that the beauty of this fic speaks for itself. Also, the one segment told from Alfred's perspective really does flesh out the conflict here, as Alfred feels like he's being blamed by Arthur for his "impurity" when that is not Arthur's intention at all. Instead of sounding bratty, impudent; Alfred's perspective is more understandable.
To sum up, if I could sum up this fic with one word, I'd choose Emotion. Emotion, sparkling, rich, dream-like, beautiful.
(I accidentally submitted my previous review prematurely, so I logged out to finish my review. So this is Diurnal Days, fyi.)

Okay, let's just say that the descriptions here are probably some of the best in your works, alongside the rawness of Shatter and the dreamlike quality of Pangaea.
I love how all of the scenes are interspersed between moments of the scene with lightning bugs and the Mississippi River, making the entirety of the fic feel like a memory. ...I don't know if that makes any sense, but that's what the format conveyed to me.
Also, I picked up on some underlying themes of clinging to the past even as the future reaches out to you. Arthur (I'm going to call him that, since this fic doesn't focus as much on USUK as countries as USUK as flawed human beings) seems to really care about Alfred, and he expresses his love repeatedly, but he's hesitant to let go of the history that he's relied on for so long. Alfred tries to give Arthur what he wants, but he's having difficulty understanding, as a monster whose heart beats on the smoke of Industrialism, why Arthur can

wow...I never actually gave the whole seeing faeries coz Arthur's a virgin much thought...cos of his being a pirate and a punk, i always just went with "he sees them coz he IS the land"...this story however, gave me new insight...im glad I didn't cry (God knows ive done enough of that over this pair), but it certainly left me...melancholic and/or contemplative...just a little bit sad mixed with happy (what's that emotion called anyway?)...wonderful story over all though I got a little confused with the timeline everytime u skip in an out of the past and present, and I honestly expected more smutty scenes from ur rating. Definitely gonna be a favorite.

Oh, my god. I was supposed to be sleeping, but then I started reading this and couldn't fall asleep. This was beautifully executed; I loved your descriptions and the reasoning behind everything: why Arthur was so hesitant, why Alfred was so irritated. I liked how Alfred wasn't gentle with it and how he was so frustrated with Arthur, but at the same time, /that/ was what made his commitment so much more truthful. He was willing to show Arthur everything and let him know just how much it affected him. And even so, Alfred didn't leave. That was the most beautiful thing about this story, to me, at least. The part that broke my heart wasn't when Arthur lost his ability to see the fantastical beings, but when Alfred was arguing with him about how Arthur was pushing him away. The dialogue and scene itself was short, but that was the most painful to read just because that was when Alfred changed from anger and irritation to hurt and helpless. To me, it illustrated just how much he loved Arthur: no matter how much it hurt to be convinced that Arthur was "pretending to love him," Alfred was not going to leave him.

Thank you for this story, and I'm off to scour through your stories for more.

omg, wonderful story, just wonderful. one of my favirotes actually. nice job.

Mmmm! I loved this really!

Omg, this is so sweet but sad at the same time. It's like Arthur made a big leap of faith right there. Alfred, you better not leave him!

Stunning. Painful, raw, and absolutely beautiful.

This was really good! But now I kinda want to cry...

Wow.

(Again, this is all I can say?)

I think my favorite aspect of this fic was Arthur's feelings on everything. How he is built on the past and always looking to the past. How the fairies and the unicorns are a constant for him. It's so sad. The entire story was bittersweet, and I didn't feel overly romantic because in my opinion Alfrsd was being a wee bit of a dick. I realize he's been waiting for awhile...but still. It's a big part for Arthur to suddenly let go of.

God, America is such an asshole in this. No freaking respect for England, thinking everything needs to be confirmed with sex. Selfish prick.

What's England going to when they break up? Then he'd have wasted that for nothing.

Sorry, don't take that as a jab at your story. I love it, it just makes me think about things. I think it's an excelent idea...I just wish that Alfred wouldn't just think with his dick, it's like him at times.

The Great Gatsby was a nice touch, by the way.

THAT LAST LINE.

Broke my heart and made me smile and cry and *SOB*

So beautiful. So sad. I love the alternating POV, how Arthur is wistful and scared. For me Arthur consciously saying goodbye to the faeries feels a bit like leaving yaoi fandom behind. One day I might have to do it but I don't want to, right now. I have the chance to depart bit by bit and not experience a jarring absence, but still, for Alfred the frustration and pressure must be very huge. Even though he doesn't believe, he still feels it. Like a poor man who fell in love with a princess and asked her to leave the luxury of her castle, her old life, to be with him. Somehow the knowledge of how WW2 will play out (and post war events) breaks my heart. America being unable to help England until 1941. The Cold War (and the fic you wrote 'O America', about America telling England he's boring and Russia was more interesting and Vietnam-), broke my heart. Alfred, you're a jerk and the lowest of the low if you take the faeries away from Arthur and still leave him.

*Sigh* Will re-read and re-read this again and comment more when I'm not so incoherent...I love this so much, thanks for sharing.

This is a wonderful story!