#image of Arthur at 15 (freshly a pirate and trying everything now hes 'independent' of his goverment)

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I like just, making parallels between Alfred and Arthur -not current Arthur, no that's too obvious, but like, the younger Arthurs, that Alfred never knew ( If he ever knew his father to begin with; I mean really, who does?) That he's already surpassed. - and then I feel emotions about it.

Like that quote; boys spend their whole lives trying and failing to be the men they though their fathers were but girls can't avoid becoming their mothers.

Or sm like that

Anyway

#hetalia #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #like #the idea of alfred at 15 and freshly indipendent (trying everyrhing to not be his father) being the spitting #if only taller #tanner and better fed and cared for #image of Arthur at 15 (freshly a pirate and trying everything now hes 'independent' of his goverment) #or-or like how Alfred looks up at the infinite blue-black of space and feels its whole weight beat down on him #and making him small in its face and says to himself 'welp. no better place to start then the bottom' and he trys regardless. #and how Arthur (at the same 19 or so) looked forward towards the infanite blue-black of the oceans and felt all its weight beat down on him #making him small in its face and says to himself 'welp. no better place to start then the bottom' and he trys regardless. #just jsut think of Alfred #young blonde dumb and alone with *politicians* gifting himself the title of 'hero' after old; comforting storys to reasure his young self #still far to young he *knows* he his #*saving people* that its okay because he's the *hero* even if its a lie just so his young; still uncaloused hands can still in sleep #the sleep he *needs* so he can hit all the groth spurts he still hasnt claimed - and their are so-too many left. #and then think of Arthur #young blonde dumb and alone with *Nobels* gifting himself the title of 'Knight' after old; comforting storys to reasure his young self #to reasure hes doing the okay thing that the wars he start that the land he takes. *the lives* he takes -in both name and by hand- that hes #the sleep he *needed* to hit all the groth spurts he still hasnt claimed - all those he never will #but never think about obvious they two are in their simelaritys #how the brothers-the unkles - that saw all- from the seafoamed dip in the water to the spraying crash across the tide to the seafoame- #or how they may have taken the revolation that history really is a record player even for the larges rings #or how the men once boys that spent so long wethering the great oak that dropped its conker straight down and formed a vaster #redwood right in its roots #but forget how Arthur feels. seeing his boy- his s*n burn so bright the way he used to. be so much like *him* in the ways he used to befor-