yes, i have come out of lurking to just say that this was the most beautifully written and historically accurate APH fanfiction i have ever read... i didnt even like west/east pairing but you can bet your bottom i do now ;-;

"In his head, there’s a recent memory of cocky smirk beneath fearless red eyes as Gilbert sketches an ironic bow. For he is not really leaving, now is he? No, East is closer than he ever was before, and so the pale memory of a once great nation bows out from the world stage as the curtain of history prepares to drop."

*sobs* that imagery just... i cant even describe it... so many emotions and how you portray the world as a stage is just brilliant... because really, especially with APH, thats all it is.

wonderful wonderful wonderful