So I got some pretty awesome shit for my birthday.
But I can say that, without a doubt, this is the awesomest shit of all.
God, I don't even know where to start
"I'm so bloody sick of children."
Jesus, England. How can someone suck so badly at parenting and still be allowed to raise two of their own? And of course, of course the first thing the imperialistic bastard asks poor Antarctica is if penguins can be eaten.
And oh, Norway being sweet to Antarctica...Honestly, I was so thrilled to see that, because I wouldn't trust him with any of these other nations. At all.
"--And my spies are not incompetent! --Not that I'm spying!"
Ah, Cold War-era bitching. It's like a cherry on top of a perfect sundae of a fic. (Yeah, so that metaphor sounded way better in my head.)
I could probably just quote this whole thing back at you, fangirling over every other line, but I really want to say that I adored this fic, not just because of the lolhistory-ness, or the adorable, geeky perfection that is Antarctica, but because of how fucking sinister it was. Like. Antarctica being introduced to murder, courtesy of the other nations, ignored during discussions concerning his own continent, and slowly but surely being surrounded by, well, everyone. And the worst thing about it is that the nations' desire to cut out a piece of the pie is nothing more than a huge, international pissing contest. There's really no resources to go after, and scientists from all countries have a free pass already. They don't want anything except to stomp all over this poor kid, just to prove that they can.
But all that goes on in subtext. Because you're brilliant. ILU. For serious. ♥♥♥
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But I can say that, without a doubt, this is the awesomest shit of all.
God, I don't even know where to start
"I'm so bloody sick of children."
Jesus, England. How can someone suck so badly at parenting and still be allowed to raise two of their own? And of course, of course the first thing the imperialistic bastard asks poor Antarctica is if penguins can be eaten.
And oh, Norway being sweet to Antarctica...Honestly, I was so thrilled to see that, because I wouldn't trust him with any of these other nations. At all.
"--And my spies are not incompetent! --Not that I'm spying!"
Ah, Cold War-era bitching. It's like a cherry on top of a perfect sundae of a fic. (Yeah, so that metaphor sounded way better in my head.)
I could probably just quote this whole thing back at you, fangirling over every other line, but I really want to say that I adored this fic, not just because of the lolhistory-ness, or the adorable, geeky perfection that is Antarctica, but because of how fucking sinister it was. Like. Antarctica being introduced to murder, courtesy of the other nations, ignored during discussions concerning his own continent, and slowly but surely being surrounded by, well, everyone. And the worst thing about it is that the nations' desire to cut out a piece of the pie is nothing more than a huge, international pissing contest. There's really no resources to go after, and scientists from all countries have a free pass already. They don't want anything except to stomp all over this poor kid, just to prove that they can.
But all that goes on in subtext. Because you're brilliant. ILU. For serious. ♥♥♥