Five weeks without Lily of the Lamplight, six weeks without Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, twelve weeks without La Patisserie de la Rose, Sixteen weeks without Bésame Mucho, ten weeks without American Dreams in an English Village…
HOW AM I SUPOSSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS?
George DeValier and Butterfish… I don’t want to pressure you two or anything. You have no idea how much I admire the both of you and your stories. I believe that if it’s taking so long for you to update there must be a reason, and I hope everything is okay and all. But hell, I’m getting sick because of abstinence here. I mean, if you keep updating each fanfic from three to three months, we’ll have what, four chapters per year?
I DON’T KNOW IF MY HEART CAN TAKE THIS WAIT OKAY ASDFGHJKLÇ;ASDFGHJKLÇ;
Where did all those years go?” I asked again, this time in a whisper, and I reached up to pull off his glasses. He let me and watched as I placed them on my stomach before grabbing him by the cheeks, pulling him down close to me.
“A lot has happened since then, hah?” he mumbled, his breath slipping across my lips.
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“Moving houses, changing schools.”
“New friends, strange parties,” I added. I slowly opened my eyes again and blinked at the sun.
Alfred smiled down at me. “But the same guy.”
I felt a warmth spread in my body at the sight of his grin, and I laughed, “Yes. The same guy.
LAST chapter of ‘American Dreams’ is up now - go read it!
yeah i remember that time i read american dreams in an english village and i practically couldn’t even sleep because i was too excited to looking forward to reading the next chapter
i ended up reading them anyway when i couldn’t fall asleep
always ended up reading until 4-5AM
and i was so damn tired but happy
As the title says, this list has fanfictions where APH England is the main character. If you are here searching for fics with that characteristic (APH England as the protagonist), I hope it will be useful. This one only has USUK and UKUS fanfictions.
If you are a writer and see your fic here, and don’t want it to be here, please, tell me and I will remove it. Also if you want me to add another link on it.
If some of the links don’t work, please, tell me so I could fix it.
I like to read angst, drama and hurt… (I’m a weirdo, I know) so some of them are on those lines, I warn you. Not all of them, there are fluff and things like that too. If you are very conscious or sensible to some topics, please, check the warnings and disclaimers of the fics, if they have.
I love long things C: and I love long fics too, so the stories posted here are at least 10,000 words count.
All the stories are COMPLETE.
The numeration of the lists doesn’t mean anything about the quality of the fics (all of them are great!). Is beacuse is more easy for me to have a control of the fics posted, no other reason. So just ignore it.
If you want to read the second part of this USUK list, click here.
OH OH I’m sorry I’d reply privately but I forgot to post that I have an official ficrecs page (/w\) where I list in every fanfic thoroughly enjoyed. I still have yet to organize that under a list and add a ton more, but hey, hope that’s sufficient enough! ouo
(i know u asked for a fic rec but i kinda got out of control /sWEATS)
Forever been recommending PennyLane, and will never stop doing so, because her fics are amazing. Personal favourites of hers..
Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall (in which Arthur is a bookstore owner with an abusive boyfriend, and Alfred happens to pass by during a rainy day, and ohmygod it’s brilliant.)
and Cuckoo in the Nest (in which Arthur is a famous novelist running away from the media because of a scandal, and Alfred co-runs a company accommodating people(?), do read it.)
There’s also Parapo, who wrote Temporarily Yours. (in which Alfred is a rich boy pressured by his parents to marry a distasteful girl, which he narrowly swerves by kissing his waiter- Arthur- in front of his parents and declaring he’s gay. Their relationship ensues into a paid, fake courtmanship, and it’s pure entertainment, pure gold.)
(i really, really want a movie based on american dreams in an english village. or on the invitational + sophomore year. definitely on we’ll meet again too. perhaps maybe definitely on cuckoo in the nest, or—or on flowers never bend with the rainfall, or on hidden verse, hidden heart, or highway cloudbusting, or—)
You heard-” I started stuttering, but Stuart was so into speaking that I didn’t even have to finish my sentence to spark a reply in him.
“About you being kicked out, yeah.” He licked his lips, looked towards the field, and then turned to me again. The crowd was slowly getting louder; Alfred was heading towards the goal with the ball, and the closer he got, the happier everyone seemed. No one was paying us any attention. We were as if invisible. Perhaps that was why Stuart dared to add, “And about you.”
“No, you. The two of you. You and Alfred.”
“You heard about-” This time Stuart didn’t interrupt me, I just stopped myself before speaking the words. My mouth was wide open, and I was staring at him, but he didn’t look at me in disgust. He was viewing the field with a smile on his lips, and the look in his eyes calm. “You…”
“I knew already, man,” Stuart said. “Most of us did, I mean… You can’t hide something like that.
Chapter 30 of ‘American Dreams in an English Village’ is up..
I have just finished an AMAZING fan fiction called American Dreams in an English Village and I have to say it is one of THE BEST FAN FICTIONS EVER AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT. Its by the wonderful writer, Butterfish. His tumblr:Buttermyfish And ff.net:Butterfish AND OF COURSE THE FF:American Dreams in an Englsih Village
It is a long fan fiction of 31 chapters, if you’re looking for a nice read, and it can be a bit sexual at times but it isn’t bad at all. Even if it seems a bit long for your tastes I must say I believe it is worth it!
“Who’s that?” she asked, and he straightened up and lazily saluted at her.
“Evan, ma'am.” I could see my mom’s gaze flickering when she caught a glimpse of the big military boots he was wearing, and somehow I felt a bit sorry for her. One thing was me looking odd, but to have odd friends walking around her home was probably pushing it a bit, so I tried to block the doorway to prevent him from talking any more to her. So far I had succeeded in only having him over whenever my parents weren’t, and the only friends from school mom had seen were Toris and Heracles. She knew I hung out with others as well, but I think she could accept it as long as she didn’t have to be confronted with them. But now she was getting dangerously closed to something she couldn’t quite handle. She cleared her throat.
“Are you going out, Arthur?” she asked me, but before I got around answering her, Evan popped his head in under my arm and slipped into the kitchen.
“We’re not until tonight,” he answered, and Mom took a step away from him and started to look very concentrated as she pulled out teabags and biscuits from her bag.
“I believe I asked my son,” she said, and the politeness in her voice was forced. I gave Evan’s shoulder a slap, but he just grinned and leaned against the kitchen table while he watched her.
“I believe I answered anyway,” he said provokingly. I bit my lower lip and watched Mom’s brows knit together, but she took in a deep breath and started to put away the empty bags, hiding them underneath the sink.
“So you’re a friend of Arthur?” she asked, and Evan nodded without looking at me.
“Yeah, a very good friend.”
“Do you look out for him?”
“Of course,” he said and looked back at me with raised brows. He was amused. I wasn’t. My stomach was hurting. I couldn’t figure out what Mom wanted to accomplish from this conversation.
“I think Evan is heading home,” I said and gave him a stern look, but he just turned his back to me again.
“You don’t do drugs, do you?” Evan whistled. Mom looked up at him. He hesitated, but then he shook his head.
“No, I don’t. And Arthur doesn’t either.” She straightened up and ran her fingers through her messy locks. She looked tired.
“And you don’t do anything illegal?”
“We don’t even steal a condom.”
“Do you use them?”
“What?” Mom leaned against the table and looked at him.
“Do you use condoms when with the girls?” A grin slowly spread across Evan’s face. My heart skipped a beat, and I reached over and grabbed him by the jacket before he got around answering her. I dragged him out into the hallway.
“That’ll be all, Mom,” I said and opened the front door.
From chapter 11 of “American Dreams in an English Village”. Going down memory lane!