The Anon Questions And Other Anon Things Meme

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The Anon Questions And Other Anon Things Meme

In this meme, the muns can post anon questions, anon fanmail, and many other things.

[The Rules]

1. Post as your characters, and write down the name, canon, preferences, etc.

2. Go around and find another character, go anon, and send them IC anon questions or anything else from the list of prompts. Making up your own anon thing is fine, too.

3. The anon muns can de-anon any time they want in the thread. Staying anon until the end is fine, too. Tag away, and be excellent to each other! No wank, please.

[The List Of Anon Things]

1. IC Anon Questions - They can be as ridiculous, serious or random as you want.

2. IC Anon Fanmail - The fanmail can be as sincere or insincere as you wish.

3. IC Anon Secret Messages

4. IC Anon Unwritten Letters - Unwritten letters are letters and messages people write to other people, alive or deceased, just to get things off their chest, without ever meaning to actually send them. However, the anon unwritten letters in this meme somehow manage to end up being sent to the character theyre're directed at, despite the fact that they were never meant to be sent in the first place.

5. IC Anon Glomping / Hugging.

6. Anything Else / Wildcard / Make up your own prompt!

Comments

I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!

[statesunited]

[Alfred just grips the jacket and pants over his head as he falls to his knees. It hurt. It hurt so much. They may both be speaking English, but they might as well be speaking Russian and Polish. He really really hated that they hated each other so much back them, but time marched on.]

I'm not a cute child anymore, but I still love you.

[Alfred coughs, choking on his own tears.]

I've always loved you, but ... I just can't be that little kid anymore. I ... don't want to be him anymore. I want to be so much more...

<3

[knackered]

... [It's never a good thing when America cries. Certainly, it practically breaks England's heart and, for the most part, douses the fires of his anger. He sighs and tugs the trousers off America's head.]

I didn't love you because you were a cute child, you git. [His tone is soft.] That certainly helped, of course, but that's not why; not the real reason.

I never stopped loving you but--I always thought you gave up on me.

... Now please, put your trousers back on. I fixed them. And dry your eyes. You're a grown man, chin up.

[statesunited]

[Alfred takes the pants and jacket off his head to show off his red eyes.]

I need a tissue.

[Because no american would EVER cary a girly handkerchief, kay?]

and some water.

[You know, so you'll LEAVE WHILE HE GETS DRESSED? He's still blushing here.]

[knackered]

[Carrying a handkerchief isn't girly, and if it was, there's nothing wrong with girls anyway. England produces a handkerchief covered in blood.]

You can put your trousers on while I'm here. If you don't want to be a child, stop acting like one.