I'm going to have beautiful nightmares tonight

Damn. Either I'm easily emotional (I am) or DAMN you write those emotions so eloquently well. Simply marvelous. The laughing is what caught me off guard-That's seeing anyone, I mean anyone, completely break down and lose any semblence of sanity. Harshly intimate, and despairingly tragic, all wrapped up in a blanket of bittersweet irony. Your writing is brilliant, by the way.

Oh my god. I know this is a little late, but damn. This is the best fucking 1814 fic I've had the pleasure to read. It was...quite amazing, actually. Almost made me cry, and that, my dear author, is very, very impressive.

I know the ending was supposed to be mysterious and kind of 'let the reader decide what happens'-y, but can you please, please, tell me what happens? At least, in your opinion?

Burning the white house drove america insane, didn't it?

Really great story!

*shivers*

The White House was never called the White House. It had many names I forgot them but until like bout 1910 it never got the official name "white house" but overall awesome story

Ok. So America faded?

Wait, what?! America isn't dead?! I'M SO CONFUSED!

XD I loved it!

This made my tear falling down involutary. Especially for the part that Athur just want to laugh to Alfred's face, not want his son death.

Holy shit.

That was dark. Really dark.

I loved it.

Absolutely beautiful writing. Quite twisted, but in a very... interesting way. Brilliant, really.

Thanks for writing.

Umm soo what exactly happened to the body? Great story by the way!

That was really dark... I like it. I really do. Good job!