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a-writing-bear · 5 years

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[PruCan] Chapter 11: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/48552656

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ - Ao3 version is formatted, tumblr version is not. Ao3 is recommended.

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions a lot of Weed. Unwanted touching (just mentions but slightly uncomfortable)

10 pm was a good time to arrive at a party, they decided. Vanilla milkshakes always made Matthew feel better- however maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have one after that coffee from earlier, and especially considering he was about to jacked up. Oh well. That’s something I'll deal with tomorrow. The Dutchman and himself had been on their way to Matthias & Lukas’ house, music-making his head pound already and feeling antsy over the prospect of more socialising. They had made very little conversation as the Mattie drove- only vaguely keeping attention to Tim’s random commentary and occasional directions. The Nordic couple had been renting out some house in the suburbs with 3 other students- very obviously avoiding living anywhere near the student dorms or the student housing as they liked to prevent interaction with the rest of Himaruya Academy; when you were hosting smoke outs and various amounts of overzealous drinkers and gambling, you tend to want to avoid the loud crowds. These events were closed doors, invite-only per se. Nothing like Alfred’s big bash parties that turned the university dorms into the likes of open summer festivals. They had only just touched the gravel of the house pavement when Matthew was hit with the familiar whistle of a certain Cuban man who had recognised their red car.

“EYYY LUKAS, TIM AND MATTIE ARE HERE.” the Cuban accent used to make Matthew shiver but was meaningless once he learnt Carlos was very straight, and if evidence needed planting then Carlos already on the porch with some girls he didn’t recognise and was flagged to go in after a friendly wave as he was too busy flirting to give Matt and actual hello. Tim had followed behind, loosening his tie as they sauntered up the door, only to have it ripped open by an unimpressed looking face of the shorter man known by Lukas.

The Norwegian seemed to raise his eyebrows to see that they both arrived together, usually, it would always be Tim first before Matthew came coming in. “Hej. Earlier than usual. Matthias is already down in the den with Jack.”

Tim had disappeared into the kitchen, making haste to avoid the heavy drinkers that surrounded the living room and especially avoid that Russian dude that seems to be pouring what looked like half a bottle of vodka into his cup. Meanwhile, Lukas had offered to stash away Matthew’s precious hoodie in the closet as he made their way down to the basement. The hypnotising dragging voice of Tame Impala's Kevin Parker grew louder as Matthew's sneakers hit the staircase floorboards down into the dreary but comfortable den. Jack must have picked the music, but I can dig it. Already he could smell the stink of imported kush, the haziness of what seemed like a spiked stream flowing around- only placated and diluted due to the small basement hopper window that let the smoke out. Matthew kicked off his sneakers at the bottom, already enjoying the vibe- or perhaps already being affected by secondhand smoke. Matthias had opened the basement bathroom to double steam the first few sessions of weed but it proved worthless as there seems to be a continuous stream of smokers mingling in and out of the den. Matthias was a tall blonde mess, a big optimist who wore long shirts under brightly coloured tees- a stark contrast to the bland wardrobe that Lukas wore (Opposites do attract I suppose) and the Danish guy was laying belly up on some very tacky shag carpet, at the feet of Jack who was lazed around on some beanbag, bong in his lap haphazardly.

“Oi Mate- bout time you showed up, I was getting bored. Where’s Timtam?” Matthew shrugged and sat cross-legged right near the dazed Dane’s face.

“Don’t call him that, he’ll throw a fit. What’s this? Yours or Tim’s?”

Jack snickered, the Australian clearly buzzed on something, “Buddy if this was Tim’s hooch I wouldn’t be sharing with goldie over here” he pointed and laughed as he listened to Matthias whine in offence. To be fair, the guy did go through more weed than Jack and Matthew combined so it was a fair enough statement. Matthew leant back, arms behind him as he dug his hands into the soft and a bit scruffy faux fur of the carpet- Matthias was giggling high about something and had pushed his head into Matthew’s lap.

“Hold kæft! I’m not that shit! Fuck Mattttt where’s Tim?”

“Upstairs I think- please pass the bong Jack” Matthew carefully stroked the hair that weaselled its way into his lap, he didn’t mind touchy stoners, he was the same whenever he got a hit- he just wished the big couch wasn’t full of clothes so he wouldn't have to sit on the floor. Just as he had the glass bulb in his hand Tim had marched in from upstairs, throwing a bag of chips and lots of biscuits into the beanbag next to Jack. Matthew tutted as Matthias apologised about not having those maple cookies he liked, whereas the Australian was more pleased to see some recognisable red liquorice. The green-eyed man had pulled out a pipe and dragged the spare beanbag to be behind Matthew, and it was not long before all four of the boys had taken a few hits and became a bunch of giggling messes.

“So whattya been up to mate?”

“Maybe he finally went back to Canada or something right Mattttt?

“Ahaha yea seen any geese or something mate?? Shit, we should have gone- BC bud hol-y” the conversation seemed disjointed and Matthew was already too far gone to think about going back to Canada. He notes that yeah, it’s been a bit since he’d come for a smoke out, and he didn't answer as he was too preoccupied with the stem of his bong and the noise of shouting celebrations of poker players upstairs.

“Schatje has a new uh...gig” Tim snorted, he, however, was definitely less jacked than the 3 who seemed to light up at the sentence.

“Oooooooo who be it?? Who is it, Mattie?” Matthew let out a wail of disapproval at the conversation, Tim was supposed to be his friend yet he’s pushed him into a corner of answers.

“Some dude..guy...fucking cute- uh Gil..red eyes oof real red...shiny eyes.” his mind wandered as he let himself lean on the edge of Tim’s beanbag, Matthias had already stumbled off the floor, excited and eager to hear like some high school girl. Jack had his eyebrows raised and the singlet wearing man moved closer from his position to meet Matthew’s rosy expression.

“Wow, Matties got the giggles for someone huh? Hah Timtam good luck mate.” Tim avoided any eye contact and instead focused on his pipe and refilled it with some mary jane from the communal bag nearby. An indignant noise came out of Tim as he growled at the stupid nickname.

“Wait- Gil? Gilbert? The band shirt guy? Isn’t he the one who got wasted at Francis’ big blowout last time” Matthias mentioned, arms waving and dismissed as he continued to squirm along the floor.

“Oh Gilllly boy, mates with uh Antonio or something, that bitch?”

“Fuck I don’t know...he listens to uh...mom jeans too ya know- fuck me.” the two laughed at Matthew’s comment but didn’t push for more- it’s been too long since Matthew had shown interest in someone, who were they to question. Especially not while they were all getting smoked. Tim looked disinterested in the topic anyway and was more concerned with tangling his fingers in Matthew’s strawberry blonde hair as the Canadian had sat between his legs. God fuck cuddles were nice. Matthew's voice broke out into more wailing as he sung along to Snowy Dunes. The music was soothing. He hoped there was more.

The music melted out into something he didn't quite recognise: “Who the FUCK put Queens of stone age on the queue?” Jack complained. ah fuck. he agreed over the change in the artist. shame, he quite liked Snowy Dunes more than Queens of Stone age At some point, Lukas had dragged his very giggly boyfriend upstairs and Jack had been huddled in a corner snacking by himself. Matthew didn’t know what time it was but he’d wiggled his way from his scarf-wearing friend and clambered up the staircase, laughing at the terrible decor on the walls- he could paint better graffiti than the shitty art pieces the house owners had displayed. He didn’t realise how he’d find himself on the couch near Ivan and some other foreign sounding students. Ivan was cool. Weird. Haha, I V A N. fuck ‘ee van.’ who names their kid Ivan anyway? Doesn't get more Russian than that. Shit ice hockey. Russian players are always so grabby. Man, I’d kill for some Cheetos right now.

There were about 10 people in the room- and some Matthew only recognised by name. Everyone here barely attempted to talk outside of this safe house. What happened on Saturday nights never got passed the lawn, it was an unspoken law. Matthew always wondered was that because of the copious amount of shagging that happened? The excessive card games or maybe the fact that all these people were just kids who can’t bear to go to the bigger parties. Matthew couldn’t decide. He couldn’t even figure out why he was here. Why was anyone here? Why are we still here? Just to suffer? He laughed at his inner joke.

The teen’s mind wandered in circles and had been offered a drink by some Finnish kid he recognised as Lukas’ housemate. The music up here was incessantly blasting rock- something that he’d love if it wasn’t so dizzy. He melted further into the couch, barely turning to watch the poker match of some guys a few meters away. Matthew liked this house. Even with people here, it wasn’t suffocating. He could feel someone touching his hair again. Hosers. Why always my hair. The fingers started roaming his shoulders...and his thigh. Suddenly Matthew felt more sobered as he shuffled away and tried to find a pillow to hide behind. He felt woozy and extremely giddy despite his anxiousness to escape anymore touching. He stood up throwing the pillow outside and went hunting for some water. He didn’t want to feel this light anymore. Not now. Matthew couldn’t remember feeling this light and heavy all at the same time. And suddenly, he just couldn’t remember a lot of things. There was a lot of loud singing. He laughed.

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Alfred had been dropped off at his dorm building at around 9:20 pm, and by 9:30 he’d launched his discord chat and set up his microphone so that he could huddle on his bed without having to jostle his laptop so much later. The blue-eyed American had only one reason to not be out partying like he usually did with his cousin Francis, only one other reason why he was studying with his brother and one other reason why he hadn’t been chasing up local girls and guys

“Hey, Keeks!”

His voice rattled with poorly disguised joy as his Japanese friend had picked up. Alfred and Kiku had hit it off foundation year, and while it was upsetting that eventually, the black-haired beauty had to transfer back to the other campus, Alfred had made it his job to stay in contact. Kiku was a genius. On par if not smarter than Alfred and that was considered high praise. The two shared stories, For the Asian man it was only just the start of the day so Alfred accompanied him through his breakfast as they shared concepts for different additions to each other’s current project. Robotics has always intrigued Alfred but there was no secret that his wonder had not been merely just been present because of the technological prowess that his crush displayed.

“Alfred-kun. I thought you said you had something with your Brother tonight.” Kiku’s soft voice filtered through the screen, he knew all about Alfred’s personal life and was under the impression the call was cancelled for some family bonding.

“Nah, dude. He’s out with his not-boyfriend. I don’t know what he’s up to. Probably exchanging spit or reading together again.” Alfred Sighed. Knowing his boring brother, he was just watching some movie with Tim again. He’s probably just sleeping.

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kikithedeceiver · 5 years

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WIP Challenge

Tagged by @fortune-maiden

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

How...do we do this? That is not a very clear instruction? ...I’ll try to post the title with my comments and one paragraph or plan I guess?

This might be a long post!

And tagging @jujywrites (or @jujyfru1t), @mricg! and @summertime-children (or @detalesz)

Too Damn Hot

Comments: Oh okay a planned KanoKido smut fic based on Seek at Mekakucity on the first go! Whooooa!

They were locked in here for hours. The clues on how to escape this room was too complicated for them to the point they were just too frustrated and gave up. Now accepting the fact they were trapped, with no windows available even, they were starting to feel on the edge. The tight formal clothes they were wearing were just too stiff and stuffy – screw getting use to the heat, they were sweating too much.

Forget me. Forgive me.

Comments: An idea I had of Kido erasing Kano’s memories of her once everything is over before she left. Looks like I planned to collab this with nekuasakuraba101 where they write Kido erasing her memories of Kano.

If Kano could describe the emotion he was feeling, it was emptiness. No matter how hard he tried to recall what he forgot, he couldn’t get remember it. He knew something was supposed to be here and he should never lose it, yet he did.

Kagepro x Persona

Comments: Well this is definately back from when my friend made me play her Persona 4 Golden on her Vita!

Mekakushi-Dan – Fool > Judgement

Kisaragi Shintaro – Hermit > Justice

Enomoto Takane – Tower

Kokonose Haruka – Emperor > Devil

Kido Tsubomi – Priestess

Kano Shuuya – Moon, Hanged Man

Seto Kousuke – Strength

Kozakura Mary – Empress

Kisaragi Momo – Sun

Amamiya Hibiya – Fortune

Tateyama Ayano – Star

Asahina Hiyori – Lovers

Tateyama Kenjirou – Hierophant

Tateyama Ayaka – Chariot

Kisaragi Mama – Temperance

Tono - Magician

Azami – Death

Shion – Empress

RomaHeta (ideas)

Comments: Ever since my hard drive broke, I lost a lot of WIP for my Hetalia fangame novellas, RomaHeta and HetaOni. The only thing I could salvage was ideas on the names for the countries and what Class they’re in. Also a list of skills and combo skills suggested when asked...one of them...

Power Ranger Allied Forces by wyhe

Allies combo skill Has to be in the Power Ranger Outfits Alfred – Red; Arthur – Yellow; Francis – Blue; Yao – Pink; Ivan – Black Alfred has to be in the combo 2x – weakest (Allied Punch Kick) 3x – second weakest (Allied Magic) 4x – second strongest (Allied Beam) 5x – strongest (Allied Phoenix)

Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch Echo

Comments: Back when I was super into the Mermaid Melody and their songs and this idea had been sitting in my folder since i was 17 because I was scared of how Mary Sue my OC was!

Too much grammar error. Won’t share.

Family

Comments: A Nirvana oneshot I wanted to write to explore the dynamics of Yachiyo and her group. How her life is more lively now that she is with a group of people that can be like her family.

Not much written. Won’t share.

Hesitation

Comments: More Nirvana! This time on the Rats Annie and Tony after they fought with Yachiyo against Kagome! This was during the hiatus when we didn’t know about Kagome’s backstory.

Baltelsoh was still just as worn down after her and the Wappen’s twins battle with Kagome. Everyone prepared countermeasures for Blaus entering their country, but no one ever prepared one for a Vicar. They still couldn’t believe they were all deceived by the one who created the security to protect Baltelsoh for 15 years, the same person who created Blaus from corpses deep below their great country. To be honest, Kagome really was like a rat, a lying rat hiding behind a fake smile and persona. And they were going to make him the Rat of the Twelve.

Faraway Story (Novella)

Comments: Never gonna happen! I am not writing another novella! No KiKi! NO! ...So yeah, self indulgence?

There’s no one to seek help from here.

A small, miniature girl ran down the dark, stone corridor that was only lit up by small specs of floating light. There were unique, beautiful crystals scatters around the place, but she paid them no mind,

Because there’s no here at all…except for one person.

She clutched the book she found tightly to her chest. Her unnaturally stiff, tiny body was screaming for her to stop running already, yet she pressed on, as she needed to get out of this place. She tried to resist, but as her feet dashed passed a large puddle of water, sending sparkling droplets into the air before they fell back into the shallow pool, she slipped and fell on to the cold, hard ground. Panting, she tried to get up, but she couldn’t find the strength to do it.

Slight Technical Difficulties

Comments: Eva and Neil swap bodies due to an error in the machine. Planned for years. Here’s the first paragraph.

“And this goes here and…Booyah!” Neil did a backflip in the empty-space of the Overworld, ignoring Eva rolling her eyes at his stupid antics. With the last mementos linked, the path connecting all the different stages of Marie Forest’s life lit up, with the system now ready to restart and rewrite her life to how she wanted. Landing on their own platform, Neil and Eva changed back into their normal form. “This case is the easiest by far!”

Where Are You?

Comments: Still writing! Here’s a peek?

"You hate me. You just want to me to suffer. You never cared about me. I don't want your fake pity."

...bleep

#kiki's writing #kanokido #rosawatts #romaheta #hetaoni #hetalia #to the moon #finding paradise #kagepro #kagerou project

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scarlettlillies · 6 years

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Hetalia Moon AU- The Dimensional Door: Act 3

Previous Chapter: II Next Chapter: IV Beginning: I

What better way to start off the new year than with a new chapter!

I’m sorry that this took so long! Work was not very forgiving in 2017. This chapter was finished almost two weeks ago but I was always finding stuff to change or update. I took some inspiration from the second Sailor Moon movie for this chapter’s monster. I always loved the Snow Dancers and thought they were really pretty when I first saw the film as a kid!

A lot of stuff takes place in this chapter. Most importantly, a mysterious figure arrives to help with the battle and Raivis learns to accept his new duty as a guardian.

I do want to take a moment to thank everyone who has been leaving nice comments about the story these last few months. I know this story caters to a niche group but your words have been a huge help in pushing me to keep going. I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

Also, a special thanks goes out to @melveres, @irenesart, and @castleoflight who helped me with Estonian and Latvian translations needed for this fic! Much appreciated to all three of you! <3

Name Legend: APH Estonia: Eduard APH Latvia: Raivis APH Lithuania: Tolys APH Poland: Feliks APH Finland: Timo APH Sweden: Björn

Just as he predicted, Tolys was already gone by the time he had gotten up.

He overslept quite a bit. He normally didn't sleep in till ten-thirty but last night's events were justifiable. He stayed up late, chatting up a storm with Timo on the other end. Aside from his anxious worrying over Eduard's “disappearance”, he and Björn had a nice night together and mused over their lives through dinner and a movie. Eduard too talked about his night with the others; how Tolys cooked them up a meal and how he championed over Feliks through video games.

But at no point did he ever bring up that event. He didn't know how Timo would handle it, and it certainly wasn't appropriate to say so casually over the phone. Therefore he left the topic off the table.

Dressed in yesterday's clothes, his glasses were slightly slanted as he walked down the stairs and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He could hear Feliks chatting up a storm about the adorable dogs at Tolys's placement. When he had made his way into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Raivis at the table eating a bowl of cereal—who also wore yesterday's clothes, had droopy eyes, and a bad case of bed hair.

“You're up.”

Raivis looked up at him for a brief moment before turning away and looking rather gloomy. “Yeah...” he replied in a soft and unenthusiastic tone. It was obvious that Raivis was still distraught from last night. When Eduard spoke with Timo the previous night, they had agreed to meet for lunch. He thought extending the offer to Raivis seemed wise and he knew that Timo wouldn't mind. The two knew each other on a familiar level and Timo had a knack for looking out for him as a brotherly figure. The decision seemed so obvious to him.

“Listen, I'm going to meet Timo for lunch at that new restaurant that opened up around where we live. You should join us.”

“No thanks,” Raivis replied flatly. Eduard's expression quickly went sour.

“Raivis, you can't stay inside all weekend and not do anything.”

“Who said I don't have stuff to do? I doubt Timo would want me there anyway.”

“That isn't true and you know that.”

Eduard was quickly getting tired of Raivis's excuses. He was quick to fold his arms and turned to his friend across the table. He was determined to get this boy out of the house. “Feliks? A little help?”

Feliks was unusually quiet as the conversation unfolded but he appeared in a daze. He wasn't too sure what Eduard really wanted him to say or add. “Raivis, you should go with him. Lunch with Timo sounds like a lot of fun. I wish I could go too. I'm so jealous!”

Raivis continued to ignore the two men as he swirled his spoon in what little was left of his cereal. He had made up his mind—he was not interested in being social; he'd rather sleep the day away. He wanted to escape and forget the events of yesterday. It does not exist. The monster? A bad dream. The brooch? He bought it at a flea market downtown. It did nothing and merely a piece of jewelry. End of story.

Eduard and Feliks exchanged worried glances. Even after his parents had passed away, Raivis was visibly upset but he never acted in the manner than he was now: lifeless and detached. To their surprise, he got up and ran out of the room and could hear him emitting some quiet sobs. Their calls went unanswered; the sounds of stomping feet and a slamming door were all what the two men heard. The room went quiet and neither of them spoke for some time.

“You should probably go,” Feliks said as he finally broke the silence.

“I understand,” he replied. He quickly retreated upstairs to grab his stuff. As he passed Raivis's room on his way out, he was tempted to knock on his door but as his fist hung close to the wooden entrance, Eduard grew hesitant and merely sighed and walked away. Feliks was cleaning up in the kitchen and joined him in the main entry way when he heard Eduard getting ready to leave.

“Here,” Feliks said as he handed him a medium-sized blueberry muffin. “You're probably starving.”

Eduard chuckled as he kindly took it, “Just a little. Thanks,” he said before taking a large bite.

“I'll have a chat with Raivis when he's calmed down. I'll totally keep ya in the loop about everything.”

Eduard was quick to scoff the muffin down within only a few seconds as Feliks spoke. “Thanks. I appreciate that. I'll let Timo know you said hi.” Eduard replied with a stuffed mouth.

“Please! And tell him I miss him a lot and that he needs to pick up his damn phone and call me!!” Feliks pouted. Eduard got a kick out of Feliks's comment and give the man a friendly wave. He had already dashed out the door and was almost off the property.

“I'll do that! Take care!” Eduard replied before he took his leave towards home. Though the air was crisp, the sun was warm against his skin and it made the walk back pleasant. His hands were a little cool so he left them inside his coat pockets. Things appeared to be quiet in the neighbourhood as there were few kids out; mostly joggers and dog walkers taking in the nice weather. Despite what happened yesterday, Eduard chose to cross through the park. If he was lucky, he could make it back to the main road and grab a quick bus leading to his apartment. He was cautious as he walked around and the place appeared deserted. But further up ahead, parts of the park were taped off to the public as police officers were on the scene surveying the damage done to the area. A small news crew and their van were present as well and the reporter was interviewing one of the officers.

Eduard took a moment to watch the officers work. It felt awkward knowing the police would never be able to solve the mystery of what took place that evening. It was a secret he was now forced to carry with him for the rest of his days. No one but their own can know. Thinking about it made Eduard uncomfortable so he chose to keep on moving towards home.

In the end, he didn't make the bus as he hoped, thus creating a longer walk back, but he had music to keep him company—and to help him escape reality for just a little bit.

Timo wasn't at the apartment when Eduard had arrived. He remembered that he was taking Björn home and that they were going to meet at the restaurant for noon. Eduard was cutting it close after grabbing a quick glance of the time on the stove. He had no time for a shower and instead grabbed a fresh set of clothes and sprayed a tiny bit of cologne on both sides of his neck. His outfit wasn't much different as before, only he had lacked a tie underneath his grey v-neck sweater and sported dark blue jeans. He made sure to grab the essentials: his wallet, his phone, but mostly importantly his brooch. He was a little hesitant taking it with him but he could no longer be too careful and needed to be prepared at every moment. From his balcony window, he could see the skies were quickly greying over as if a storm were about to brew.

Better grab that coat and umbrella too, he thought to himself.

“That's odd, we weren't supposed to get rain today. So much for that sunny weekend that weather guy was chanting about.”

He was quick to leave the apartment complex and something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. A young boy was leaning against the concrete walls next to the glass doors, dressed in a burgundy hoodie designed with a school logo, baggy blue pants, and red and white sneakers. The boy looked up at him and Eduard appeared surprised.

“Raivis?”

For the first time in what Eduard felt like an eternity, Raivis gave him one of his little trademark shy smiles. “Is the offer still on?”

Eduard's expression quickly changed as he gave Raivis a warm grin. “Of course, let's go.”

The two men walked together closely as they headed closer towards the city's main core. Eduard felt his phone buzzing in his coat pocket. Feliks had sent him a distressing text message asking him if he had seen or heard from Raivis. Eduard shot him a disappointed glare but kept quiet as he responded with a quick message.

He's fine. He's walking with me to the restaurant. I'm guessing he snuck out without you knowing? I'll have a talk with him later.

“Who are you texting?”

“Timo,” he lied. “Just letting him know that we're on our way.”

The downtown core was busy and buzzing with people. Despite the bad weather approaching, everyone seemed to be in a cheerful mood. They turned the corner and up ahead, Eduard had spotted Timo in the distance. Eduard unknowingly startled some of the people walking past them as he shouted out to him. Timo returned it with a wave and began running towards them.

“And here I was thinking I'd be late. It's good to see you,” Eduard said cheerfully.

“Sorry, I didn't think it'd take this long to get here,” Timo laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Björn was showing me some of his new design projects and I lost track of time.”

“Projects?” Raivis questioned.

“Björn attends at the local art school west of the city.” Eduard explained. “He designs all sorts of things: furniture, clothing, crafts—you name it. Whatever you have in mind, he can make it happen. Right Timo?”

Timo nodded in agreement and his attention quickly diverted to Raivis. With big and bright violet eyes, he couldn't contain his excitement at the sight of the younger boy.

“Ah! You even brought Raivis along too! I'm so glad you could join us!”

“It's nice to see you again Timo,” he replied nervously, but with a smile. “But did you not know I was coming? Eduard told me he just texted you.”

Eduard went wide-eyed as he felt anxiety pool into his stomach. He was caught within his own lie.

“A text?” Timo blinked. “I didn't get any text messages from Eduard today.”

Timo looked towards Eduard and it appeared he was trying to send a signal to go along with it; mouthing words 'Go along with it'. It took him a moment but he got the message loud and clear and quickly changed his tune.

“Oh!! You know what? I did hear from Eduard earlier. I was in such a rush that I just completely forgot!”

Raivis stared at Timo oddly with a raised brow. He wasn't buying the charade and it left the two men feeling awkward about the situation.

“Err... how about we head inside? Raivis, you first.”

Timo generously held the door open for them to enter. Raivis walked inside first and just as Eduard was about to follow, Timo grabbed his arm gently and tugged him back.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Trust me, it's a long story.”

The three men were lucky to get a window seat with a nice view of the downtown. To their surprise, the restaurant served a lunch buffet and they decided to ignore the menus and eat their hearts out on whatever they could grab. It offered a massive variety of pizzas, pastas, salads, and meat dishes. By the time they had returned, their soft drinks had been delivered and their plates were overflowing with food.

None of the men hid their delight as they openly praised the food. Timo was in love as he happily munched on his meal, even stealing food off the plates of his friends, while Eduard was a slow eater and took his time enjoying the flavours. Raivis however was eating so fast that they were worried he would choke on something.

“Raivis slow down!” Timo said. “The food's not going anywhere. Gosh, you must have been hungry.”

“He wasn't feeling that great yesterday so he skipped out on dinner.”

“Oh! Speaking of yesterday, did you guys hear the news about what took place in the park?”

Eduard and Raivis froze for a moment but carried on as they knew nothing about the incident, “Yeah, I walked passed the scene on my way back home. The whole area was cordoned off to the public. There were lots of officers there on the scene with a news crew and everything. I wonder what happened?”

“I don't know but I was hearing online that a monster showed up and destroyed the place! Some people claimed they took pictures and videos on their phones but when they tried to retrieve them, the files were supposedly corrupted,” Timo explained before pausing to grab a sip of his soda. “I'm not sure if I believe that or not. But regardless, I'm glad no one was killed.”

Eduard felt some relief knowing that there wasn't any evidence taken from the battle. It was one thing to grabs shots of the monster but knowing if someone caught them transforming was an unsettling thought. He looked over to Raivis and he appeared uncomfortable with the topic at hand. He was notiblaly losing the colour in his face.

“Raivis,” Eduard called out and the younger man looked up towards him, “Timo wanted to know how you were doing.”

Raivis stared at him with a confused expression. Timo was next to chime in.

“Yes! It's been ages since I last saw you so he updated me on how you were last night when we were chatting. You're a senior now aren't you?”

“Oh... yeah, that's right. It's my last year of high school.” he replied shyly. He colour returned to his face and his cheeks turned to a light shade of pink. He had a hard time looking at Timo as his eyes darted everywhere but him. “I'm in the highest levels of all my classes. Oh! And I'm a tutor for some of the students in the younger grades! It's so much fun!”

The conversation change did wonders for Raivis as he quickly became a chatter box and was back to cheerful self. Eduard enjoyed watching the two of them chat as loud laughter erupted and smiles were all around. Raivis was happy to tell him everything about his life and Timo was happy to listen. Eduard had only hoped Raivis would not slip and tell him about their new identities.

The group had gone back for seconds. And then thirds. And fourths. Well, Timo and Raivis did. Eduard was done by his third plate and had barely placed anything on it. He was comfortably enjoying his black coffee while the other two were slouching in their seats.

“That was so good...”

“We are definitely coming back here.” Timo said as he rubbed his belly. The waitress was quick to arrive at their table to collect their plates and offer the dessert menu. Raivis groaned while Timo politely declined as they made it obvious that they were overstuffed. “Just a coffee for me, no milk, cream, or sugar.”

“I'll take a coffee too. Just a little bit of milk in mine.”

The waitress grabbed their plates and left with a smile and they patiently waited for their drinks. Eduard's attention was more focused on the outside. He watched the people and vehicles passed. Even one bus had stopped to drop off passengers. He eventually found himself getting lost within the dark and ominous clouds above. He was surprised that the storm hadn't started in the time since they had gotten here. They had been at the restaurant for nearly an hour and a half.

“Hey look! It's snowing!” Timo said.

His voice snapped Eduard out of his thoughts and noticed that Timo was right; a gentle snow was falling on the city. As much as Timo and Raivis enjoyed the sight, this didn't sit well with him, “But it's not cold enough to snow... not even close.”

Suddenly something massive flew passed them on the other side of the glass and startled Eduard enough that he stood up in his seat. The people outside stopped in their tracks as they struggled to understand what was taking place. Up in the skies, a hole opened in the sky and a feminine figure with long curly hair came forth and danced amongst the clouds. Their whole body and clothing was pure white; their hair went down to their feet and was dressed in a royal gown dating back to the early 1800s. They appeared human in nearly every aspect. It quickly descended downwards and using its arms, large patches of snow fell and anything it landed on turned to ice. Several patches landed on cars, streetlights, and worst of all, people. Loud screams were heard as people panicked and struggled to find safety. The mood inside the restaurant was largely divided. Some customers were frightened, others were bewildered, while a few daredevils were getting close to the windows or heading outside to grab shots of the turmoil taking place in the streets.

“What's happening?!” Timo cried in terror. The monster suddenly morphed in front of the restaurant window were the three of them were standing. Using its arms, it threw a mixture of snow and ice and shattered all the windows. Eduard was quick to push Raivis away as they jumped back. Timo did the same but slipped and landed on his back. Eduard was desperate to reach out and help him but a massive ice wall formed in front of Timo and blocked Eduard off. He was nearly hit and was startled enough that he lost balance and fell off his feet.

“Timo!!” he shouted as he struggled to get up. Eduard couldn't see him on the other side, only his own reflection. His hands could barely touch it and getting too close was enough to make him shiver. His frantic calls to him proved to be futile as they went unanswered. Quiet sobs were all that Eduard could hear from behind him and his attention quickly turned to Raivis. He was lying on the floor, crying into his arm. Eduard reached out to help him but his gestures were met with resistance as Raivis pushed him away with such fury.

“Don't touch me!!”

Eduard was surprised by Raivis's sudden outburst, “What is your problem?!”

Raivis ignored the question. Instead he went into hysteria as tears flowed down his face.“I shouldn't have come. I tricked myself into believing everything would be alright. But nothing is fine, people are dying and Timo is probably one of them too—”

Eduard cut him off as he pulled Raivis into a hug and rubbed his back, “Shh... don't say that,” he whispered. “Timo is not dead. He's just stuck behind a frozen wall. I'm sure he's fine.”

He bit his lip. He wasn't so sure if that was true or not, especially since he never responded to his constant calls; but anything to relax an anxious Raivis.

“Raivis, I know you're scared but we're the only ones who can fix this. We don't have a choice in this anymore.”

“But I'm not strong enough,” Raivis hiccuped. A wet spot from where Raivis's tears were landing was growing in size on Eduard's shoulder.

“That's not true and you know that.”

Eduard sighed heavily. There was no use getting through him and he was losing precious time. He broke the hug and placed his hands on Raivis's shoulders.

“Raivis,” he said calmly, “I won't force you to fight. But someone has to go and stop them.”

“Raivis's eyes went wide, “You're not suggesting—?”

Eduard nodded.

“You can't do that! If you go alone, you'll die.”

Raivis's eyes swelled up with tears once more but Eduard used his fingers and brushed them away off his cheek.

“More people will die if neither of us step in. I'll only be alone for a little while. I don't know if Tolys can come to our aid but Feliks for sure will come. Try to get in contact with them if you can.”

Eduard stood up to his feet and looked out to the chaos unfolding in the streets. The whole city had turned into a frozen wasteland. People, buildings, the flora, the vehicles—nothing was off limits from the mercy of the ice monster flying high in the skies. With a determined expression, he knew what he had to do. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his brooch. Lifting it into the air, he called out a phrase in his native Estonian:

“Eesti kristalli jõud, transformeeri mind!”

A bright light full of magical power surrounded him and seconds later, the light faded, revealing a new but familiar face. He was no longer Eduard Tamm but the mysterious guardian, Sailor Estonia.

“Please be careful Eduard.”

He clutched his metal staff tightly. He can't promise him he will, but for Raivis's comfort, he turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile.

“I will.”

Eduard took off into the streets. He was careful wherever he stepped as any wrong move would cause him to slip and injure himself. He didn't need that going into an important battle like this. Passing the frozen figures gave him a drive that he had never felt before. A sense of duty came upon him; the fate of the city rested in his hands.

The snow creature was busy trying to find its next batch of targets when Eduard had arrived on the scene. It was quickly alerted to his presence and wasted no time in forming an attack. It flew closer towards Eduard and used its arms to launch a barrage of snow and ice but he was quick to dodge. The spot he was formally in quickly turned into ice. Eduard was ready to attack back but further in the distance, he caught a small glimpse of a frightened young child, possibly no more than five, peeking from behind a frozen car. He held back; if his attack missed, it was likely he could harm or kill the child. He could never live with himself had something like that happened.

But Eduard was quick to come up with a plan and chose to lure it away from the area. The creature took the bait and followed him, while launching a consistent attack of snow. Eduard came close several times to being hit but survived every time. He lurked the creature back to near where the restaurant was (though still far enough that Raivis was in no danger in being injured) and he was ready to fight. After dodging another attack, he launched himself into the air and used his height and speed to physically assault the creature with his staff. It cried in pain as the force was strong enough to throw it into the ground. When Eduard landed back onto the ground, he used his staff to launch his own attack. The amber on top of his staff glowed and began changing colour from orange to blue as it charged power. He pointed the staff towards the creature and shouted, “Estonia Binary Beam!” A beam of light shot out of the orb towards the creature, but flew away as the beam hit an abandoned building and caused an explosion. Eduard growled in frustration but continued onward. The two battled it out as they appeared to be equally matched. Each time an attack was launched, the other would dodge.

Eduard thought he was gaining the upper-hand when the monster abruptly pulled back and retreated. It performed an elegant dance in the air and twirled gracefully when suddenly there were two, and then three and four. Before Eduard had knew it, there were dozens of copies of the snow creature and he was completely out-numbered. The nerves had returned and he was beginning to lose hope for himself but continued to trek through with another attack. He wishfully hoped that reinforcements were arriving soon.

Feliks... Tolys... Raivis... anyone! I need help. I can't do this alone!

Raivis watched the battle unfold as he hid behind the edge of the wall and was looking out through the shattered window. His brooch was in his hands and he clutched it close to his chest. Raivis felt so helpless as he waited for Feliks to arrive on the scene. What could he do? He wasn't strong like they were. They were brave with powerful attacks. He was easily frightened and attacked with feathers. He believed he would only be in the way if he were to go out to fight.

But an explosion coming from the nearby wall of ice Raivis startled him as a cloud of smoke covered the room. A cloaked figure emerged from the smoke with the sound of heels clicking against the title floor and became louder with each step. As the figure grew closer, Raivis trembled as he scooted back.

The figure had stopped. Their face was covered by the cloak and it was impossible for Raivis to see who the mysterious individual was.

“There's no need to be frighten,” the figure said in a masculine voice. The person bore a thick accent that felt familiar to him but Raivis couldn't pinpoint where he recognized the voice from. Staring at the brooch from under Raivis's hand, the figure spoke in a rather soft and gentle tone, as if they were parental guardian to the young man.

“How come you're not fighting with Eduard? He can't face this battle alone.”

Raivis was surprised to know that the figure knew about him and Eduard's alter-egos.

“H-how did you know—?” Did they see them earlier arguing? Or when Eduard had transformed? Either way, the truth was out. Raivis turned his head and looked on into the frozen city landscape. He appeared gloomy as he watched Eduard beginning to struggle. The monster had made so many copies of itself that it became impossible for Eduard to fend for himself. He was doing his best to dodge the attacks but it was becoming obvious that he was running out of steam. His own attacks proved to be useless; each attack would simply bring forth a new copy to replace the old one. Eduard was stuck in a never-ending cycle. He needed help and he needed it immediately.

Despite the dire situation, Raivis would not budge.

“He needs your help,” the figure said.

“There's nothing I can do for him. Eduard is a thousand times stronger than I am. I'd only get in the way.”

“Is that really what you believe of yourself?”

There was no response.

“Raivis, I know a lot about about you. I know who you are, and what happened to your family. You are so lucky to have friends like Eduard, Tolys, and Feliks—friends that come to your aid in dire times of need. I know you're scared and your fears of losing them are legitimate. But you can't run away forever.”

A quiet sniffle was heard.

“You've come a long way and you can only go up from here. I want to see you reach your potential, both in battle and as a person.”

“Who are you?” Raivis asked in between sobs. He slowly turned back to face the cloaked individual. His eyes were red and puffy and used his fingers to wipe away the wetness off his face. He felt nervous to be around them and was uncomfortable at the fact all he could see was their lips underneath the hood.

“A friend,” they said with a smile. They held out their hand to Raivis, to which there was some hesitation but he grabbed a hold and the boy was lifted up to his feet. He noticed their hand was covered in a white glove, one that looked and felt like the ones he and his friends wore as guardians. Raivis wondered if the cloaked figure was just like them.

That's... no, they couldn't be? Could they?

“I'm here to help but I can't do this alone. I need your help too.”

Raivis nodded nervously.

“You are so much stronger than you think you are. I will help you fight and I will always be there for you and everyone else for future battles.”

Using both of their hands, the figure took the hand of which Raivis was using to hold his brooch. One hand rested underneath while the other rested on top and covered the brooch. The figure's hands felt warm and comforting against his cold and shaky ones. He felt strangely calm as his body slowly relaxed. His mind felt a little more clearer and the tears had ceased.

“Let's go and help Eduard. He needs us. It's okay to transform in front of me but I will turn away if you want me to.”

Raivis pulled his hand away and wiped away the wetness on his eyes and cheeks. He's done crying and he's ready to fight. The figure was delighted to see Raivis bursting with strength and eagerness.

“It's okay. You don't have to look away.”

Raivis took his brooch and raised it in the air. “Latvijas kristāl, pārvērt mani!” he called out as light formed around him. In mere seconds, he had transformed into the guardian, Sailor Latvia. He looked out towards the battle still ensuing. To say he was nervous was an understatement. But he knew he had to be strong; not only for himself but to Eduard and for everyone else. A hand was felt on his shoulder, coming from the mysterious figure behind him. “Let's go. I'll be right behind you.”

Raivis nodded in agreement and the two ran jumped from one of the shattered windows and into the streets. Eduard was growing exhausted from the battle and took a wrong step, slipping on a patch of ice and falling on his back. He hit the back of his head against the ground and yelped from the sheer amount of pain. He was so focused on the pain that he never heard his staff hit the ground or Raivis's alarming calls.

“Eduard! It's okay, I'm here now!”

Raivis did his best to stand tall with confidence but his shivers were visible to everyone around him, and it wasn't just because the temperature was below freezing. True to their word, the figure had followed him into battle and it did its best to keep Raivis's morale up.

“Don't be scared Latvia! I'm right here next to you.”

Raivis turned to his left and sure enough, the figure was right by his side. He was comforted by its presence, despite not knowing just who this individual was. One of the clones came charging down from the sky and Raivis received the go-ahead to attack.

“Go for it!” the figure yelled.

Raivis got into position and two white feathers came forth in his hands. They glowed a bright light and he shouted “Latvia Feather Strike!” before launching them straight at the monster. They flew like boomerangs but it proved to be ineffective when the feathers froze when they came into contact of the creature's icy attack. It quickly left Raivis troubled and fumbling. “That was my only attack!”

Eduard's head was still throbbing but he pulled all of his energy into pushing himself up. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and was met face to face with the cloaked figure who helped him by giving him a boost.

“Thank you, but who are you?” Eduard asked in a rough voice.

“A friend,” they smiled before turning back to Raivis. “You need to use a stronger attack!”

“I don't have any other attacks!!” he cried out. He felt like crying once again as fear overtook him. “I can't do this! I really can't!”

“Concentrate! Pool all of your strength into your chest. You'll understand once you do it.”

Raivis didn't fully understand what this was supposed to accomplish but he did as he was told. He shut his eyes and relaxed his body and mind. He had reached a point where all sound seemed to vanish.

And then he felt it—a growing spot of warmth in his chest. He could then feel and hear the wind pick up around him. Even Eduard and the figure noticed it as well and on in admiration. No longer was Raivis going to cry and run away anymore. Yes, he can do it. He always could, just as they said. The words became clearer in his mind and knew just what to do. Using his arms, he controlled the wind around him. His eyes flew open and commanded his attack straight towards one of the clones.

“Latvia Ace Hurricane!”

From the palm of his hands, large and powerful gusts of wind came flying towards the monster and destroyed it on impact. The force was so strong that it took out several other clones in the process and the original lost control of its balance in the air, crashing into a brick building and onto the ground. Raivis had no time to celebrate his victory when he suddenly felt light-headed and collapsed.

“Latvia!” They both cried out. The cloaked figure was faster than Eduard was when they rushed over the smaller man. They were relived that he was just fine and merely exhausted from using that much power.

“I did it, didn't I?” Raivis smiled weakly. The two nodded with big smiles.

“Yes you did,” the figure said. Eduard was quick to chime in. “We knew you could do it.”

He turned his head up towards the rest of the clones in the sky. They quietly faded away, leaving only the original left. It was still alive and used what energy it had left to fly back up in the air. It tried to intimate them with a loud shriek that forced the three to cover their ears.

The figure growled and rose to its feet, surprising both Eduard and Raivis.

“That's enough!”

In a flash, the cloak was ripped off and tossed into the air. Their identity was revealed to both Eduard and Raivis and they two men gasped at the sight. Dressed in a sailor uniform that was just like theirs, most of the costume including the collar and shorts was white while the front and back bows were a light blue. They donned a brooch that was shaped and designed like the Finnish flag. Their boots and gloves were white with light blue trims. With the short blond hair, violet eyes, and round face, Eduard had a strong feeling that he knew them from somewhere but couldn't place it no matter how hard he tried.

“I-I knew it...” Raivis replied as he thought back to that moment they held hands back at the restaurant. He knew the gloves could have only belong to another guardian like them.

“I am the Guardian of the Arctic, Nation of a Thousand Lakes: Sailor Finland! I thrive in these conditions and you're no match for me. You're finished.”

From thin air, Finland grabbed a rifle that looked fairly standard looking but the handle was beautifully designed with the symbol of the Nordic Cross. He pointed the gun with precise aim and yelled, “Frigid Assault!” and a loud explosion erupted from the gun. A massive ball of snow and ice flew at rapid speed. It had no time to react and another explosion took place upon impact. The monster was completely destroyed and the battle was over.

“You did it! That was amazing!” Raivis cheered. Finland turned back to the group and gave them both a big smile while flashing a victory sign. The scenery was slowing returning to normal as the ice disappeared in batches. Finland urged them to retreat so they wouldn't be seen. Eduard and Raivis agreed and the three of them headed back to the restaurant, only this time they took advantage of their high jumping abilities and took refuge on the rooftop, hiding behind the giant restaurant logo. Everything had returned to what it once was and while the masses were baffled for a brief moment, they continued on as if nothing had ever occurred.

“It seems no one remembers what happened,” Raivis said.

“Good. It's better that way,” Eduard replied. Finland nodded in agreement. Raivis sheepishly walked over to the man and called Finland's name to grab their attention. “Um, thank you for earlier,” Raivis blushed. “Because of you, I was able to help Eduard and believe in myself a little more.”

Finland gave Raivis a warm smile, “No need to thank me, you did all the work. Always remember: there's no such thing as a “weak guardian”. You're stronger than you look and you're never alone, even when it feels like it.”

Finland gave him a wink and Raivis nodded with a silly grin. His cheeks remained red as he admired Finland internally. He was ecstatic that the mysterious figure who gave him a confidence booster was a guardian just like them; and a strong one too!

“Thank you for all you've done for him. I'm truly grateful. Without you two, I would have been done for!” Eduard said.

“Anything for a friend. I'm just glad we got to you just in time!”

There was that word again: 'friend'. That was twice now that he heard them say that. It bothered Eduard deeply that this guardian seemed to act on a familiar level with the two of them yet he knew nothing about them or where they came from. He didn't want to be rude but asking would be the only way to comfort his mind.

“Forgive me for asking, and please don't take this the wrong way, but you seem to know more about us than we do of you. Have we met before?”

Finland looked at Eduard rather perplexed by the question, as if he had asked them whether or not water was wet. However, they broke into soft laughter soon after.

“I always wondered if others could recognize us through our transformations but I guess you just answered that for me!”

Finland affectionately took Eduard's hands and squeezed them tightly with a warm stare.

“Eduard, it's me, Timo.”

#APH Estonia #APH Latvia #APH Finland #APH Poland #hetalia #Hetalia Moon!AU #Lilly's Writings #sailor moon

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fishandchipsandvinegar · 7 years

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I was tagged by @mysunfreckle to post the first lines of my published fics and WIPs, up to 20.

I actually have twenty published fics if we go into my dark past... Before I discovered the Les Mis fandom, I wrote a LOT of Hetalia fic (and while that should stay in the past, I am proud of some of them). Also, anyone who likes how I write Montparnasse has my years of practice writing mafia!Romano from Hetalia to thank, so...

To save those of you who are just here for some Les Mis content the trouble, I’ll sort them by fandom and ship.

So brace yourself for some ships (and fandoms) that may change how you think of me forever (blame Freckle):

LES MISERABLES

JEHANPARNASSE

1) Montparnasse and Jehan strolled down the rainy street, watching their fuzzy reflections in the shop window glass.

- Of Poets and Pickpockets, Jehan/Montparnasse, 3.5k

2) He didn’t notice it at first. - Mon Démon, Mon Ange, Jehan/Montparnasse, 1.5k

3) When pressed to explain how he became such an excellent pickpocket, Montparnasse had a variety of answers. - A Kind of Magic, Jehan/Montparnasse, 1k

ENJOLTAIRE

4) “Hey!” Grantaire called from the entrance as the door clicked shut behind him. - Porcelain, Enjolras/Grantaire, 1.4k

5) Grantaire stepped up and slid Enjolras a large Manilla yellow envelope, and Enjolras looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. - Love, Yours is the Future, Enjolras/Grantaire, 2.8k

6) “Anyone can paint,” Grantaire said to his canvas. “There’s just something deeply human about it. The freedom of the canvas, the unlimited range of expression… Something instinctual in us calls us to create, calls to us to paint.” - Paint With Me, Enjolras/Grantaire, 4.9k

7) Grantaire was late. - Dionysus for the Evening, Enjolras/Grantaire, 5.2k

8) Grantaire was running. - Avenger, Enjolras/Grantaire, 1.3k

(is anyone else noticing a trend, here? I always seem to start with Grantaire...)

COURFEYRAC/JEHAN PROUVAIRE

9) The Musain was quiet for a weeknight. - With Reverence to the Moonlight, Courfeyrac/Jehan, 3.4k

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE

CECILOS

10) Carlos walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth. - Have No Fear, Cecil Palmer/Carlos, 6.3k

11) “And now, the weather,” Cecil drawled, dragging out the suspense of his listeners. - A Second Date, Cecil Palmer/Carlos, 3.6k

HETALIA

FINLAND/RUSSIA

12) “Winter Wonderland to shuttle, do you copy!?” Ivan shouted into what he hoped was a still functioning com set, trying to hear over Alfred’s screams. “Do you COPY!?” - Someone Waiting, Finland/Russia, 3k

AMERICA/ENGLAND

13) It began on Alfred’s first visit to London. - Hero Complex, America/England, 10.5k

GER-ITA

14) Germany was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed, a book perched open on his lap and a worn stone being worried between his fingers. - I Want You to Know, Germany/North Italy, 1k

SPAMANO

15) When the news came through the telegraph, the operator knew better than to leave it to the next morning’s papers. - Children of God, Spain/South Italy, 4k

16) Romano fixed his tie, and lowered the brim of his fedora over his eyes before making to leave, his hand on the doorknob, when a gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him. - Tossing Coins for the Boatman’s Fares, Spain/South Italy, 6.1k

PRU-HUN

17) A young Prussia sits in a meadow next to a shallow pool, his white uniform dirty and grass-stained as usual. - Be Careful What You Wish For, Hungary/Prussia, 9.5k

18) She ran. - Scared and Reckless, Hungary/Prussia, 5.2k

AUS-HUN

19) Hungary rushed to Austria's side as he stumbled, bloody and dirty through the door, leaning heavily on the wall as he ungracefully kicked off his boots. - It Can Wait Until Morning, Austria/Hungary, 5.6k

MYSTERY

No one is allowed to find this fic, ever:

20) So... here I was standing in front of the gym doors at our new school wearing the cutest clothes I could possibly mash together from my beat up wardrobe. - ?????, ??/??, 9.9k

As you can see from the above data, I have clearly never learned how to start anything with any sort of finesse. I’m blunt as a baseball bat.

If they want to do it, I’ll tag: @kvothes, @samyazaz, and @mardisoir.

#tag meme #first lines of fic #gdi freckle #now everyone knows about hetalia #ah well #some of you have made it that far back in my blog #it's a dark place #I am still really really proud of Children of God though #and Hero Complex

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hipsofsteel · 7 years

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Find Out For Yourself

A RusCan fic written during FemSlash February 2015 (FrUk and eventual AmeBel as well)

Prompt: Person A goes by an alias, to the annoyance of B. The only way B will learn A’s name is to “find that out for yourself.”

Anya Braginsky has been using an underground social site for years to speak to other members of the LGBTQ community. Her best friend is a user named MapleBabe, who was her first friend online. Two years after their first online meeting, they both agree to go to Hetalia University, and MapleBabe challenges Anya to discover who she really is. While trying to figure out the mystery, Anya meets Madeline Bonnefoy, a fellow member of the school's women hockey team, and develops a close friendship, all while still trying to discover and meet MapleBabe. She might be a bit closer than she thinks.

PS This work features Trans Girl America

[Chapter Masterpost Here]

Chapter Three: Fear

I should have just swallowed a grenade.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, TO STOP LOOKING?” Maddie shouted when I called her.

“She contacted me. She won’t come home until she knows how your parents are acting. She told me she’s at a safe place with a friend.”

“And why did she call you when she could have called me?!”

“She didn’t call me, used a profile on the site, and then she deleted it! I have no way of contacting her again!”

Well, that was a lie. Kiku’s profile had two friends on it, and one of them was definitely not Amelia, because last time I checked, Amelia was not Chinese. But I had to help her out.

“I’m gonna call my dad. And don’t think you’re getting off the hook. Go to my house and you’re going to be the one explaining this to my dads.”

I did not look forward to that at all. I could see Arthur ripping out my throat in extremely vivid details. I sighed and drove to the house.

Francis came running out. “Anya, Maddie said you were helping her? Any luck?”

I shook my head. “Maddie’s going to be coming back here soon, Mr. Bonnefoy. Let’s get inside and wait.”

When the wet angry Englishman and I will snap your neck after you explain this hockey player entered the house, I once again regretted not swallowing a grenade.

I began by taking a deep breath, and then spoke. “Alfred contacted me.”

Dead silence. Air could have been cut with a butter knife.

“He said that he was in a safe location, and wasn’t going to come home until he knew it was safe to come home.”

Arthur stood. “What is that supposed to mean?! Are you implying we’re abusive?!!”

“No, that was simply what he said.”

Francis looked up, and I could tell he was deeply hurt. “Why wouldn’t Alfred think it was safe to be here?”

I paused, and looked at Maddie. “Should I explain?” I asked, trying to imply my desperate wish not to out Alfred.

She paused, and then shook her head. “I need to go grab something.” She stood and went upstairs.

We all sat at the table, Francis ready to burst into tears, Arthur practically breathing fire, and me silently contemplating my death.

Maddie returned and handed something over to her parents. “He told me to keep it hidden.” A cardboard box. They opened it, and hundreds of papers spilled out. I saw a lot of articles.

Transgender Protestors Not Accepted…

Costs of Gender Reassignment…

How to Act Like A Woman Before Reassignment…

Switch Your Gender! See yourself as you really are!

At the bottom sat a small stack of drawings.

It started with self portraits, obviously a very male Alfred, but slowly it morphed, until we were staring at a drawing of a young woman with an obvious cowlick, bright blue eyes tucked behind glasses, a WWII bomber jacket, and shoulder length hair.

Francis turned it over, and there it was written clearly.

Won’t it be fun to be Amelia? Yes it will, because she’s the real me! I’ll finally be free as Amelia, and then I can go to protests, be a spokeswoman, and maybe even be a hero for all genders! Three cheers for AMELIA FREEDOM JONES!!!

They sat in shock. I looked at Maddie, hoping for some guidance, but she seemed as lost as I was.

Finally Arthur leaned into the wall. “Shit…” Then he turned and punched the wall. “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

“Dad…” Maddie started.

“Don’t dad me! My son is going to throw his life away for some stupid dream, wreck his body, and probably end his life in some ditch somewhere doing drugs! No, that is not going to happen!”

I stood. “Mr. Kirkland, I disagree.”

“You aren’t part of this family, Anya Braginsky.”

“No, but I want to ask you a question. When did you first realize you were gay?”

He turned, and snarled. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

Francis stood. “It was a different time, dear. One couldn’t tell their family or friends about these things.”

I shook my head. “You say it’s a different time, but it’s not. You couldn’t tell your parents about your friends, or your lovers. You’d never say it to them. You spend years hiding it, pretending to be someone you’re not. You have kids, try to start families, when in fact, you’re just miserable. What’s changed? Nothing. Amelia is Amelia. She’s the same child that she was the day she was born. Perhaps you’ve just been thinking of her the wrong way.”

Arthur started towards me. “You act like you know things, but you don’t!”

“Alright, let me tell this one to you. My sister was kicked out of the house when she was seventeen because she wasn’t a virgin. Didn’t matter to my parents that it was rape, she was gone. And they still invited the rapist over for dinner afterwards, because my sister had been ‘lying about it all’. I went out and bought a crowbar and throwing knives. My little sister learned to aim to kill, and I learned how to crack skulls open. I still haven’t even told my parents that I’m a lesbian, because I’m afraid they’ll beat my little sister! You say times have changed, but they haven’t!”

I didn’t realize I was crying until my shouting was done. Maddie was crying too. I’d told her about all of it when I just knew her as a girl named MapleBabe.

Arthur looked deflated, Francis concerned.

I turned and spoke. “I’m going to head back to the campus now. I’ll tell you when Amelia reaches out again.”

Maddie followed me, and when I reached the door, she spoke. “Anya, I’m sorry about earlier on the phone, I’m just…”

“Don’t fret, I know you just want her home and safe.”

She nodded, and then plucked at her sleeve. It was a nervous habit she’d told be about before. I paused, waiting.

“Take care, AnyaBee.”

“Stay safe, MapleBabe.”

LifeNLiberty is online.

LifeNLiberty: How did it go?

AnyaBee: I should have just eaten some explosives.

LifeNLiberty: That bad, huh?

AnyaBee: I don’t know about Francis. He seemed shocked, and worried, but part of that could just be because of your dad, and also the fact that they still don’t know where you are.

LifeNLiberty: In the city still, but it’s a big place, and they can’t search every inch.

AnyaBee: Your dad kept saying ‘son’. He’s gonna be the worst of the two.

LifeNLiberty: Gee, couldn’t see that one coming.

AnyaBee: Maddie’s been trying to work on them, but I don’t think it’s going that well.

LifeNLiberty: How’s she holding up?

AnyaBee: She wants you back home. And she was also going to destroy me for not telling her how to find you.

LifeNLiberty: Yeah, that’s my big sister all right.

LifeNLiberty: But how are you doing?

AnyaBee: I’m okay.

LifeNLiberty: You don’t seem okay.

AnyaBee: I said some very personal stuff in front of your dads and then I kinda ended up sitting in my car and sobbing so I feel like I’ve been run over with a truck.

LifeNLiberty: May I ask what it was about?

AnyaBee: My family life and my sisters.

LifeNLiberty: Are your parents assholes too?

AnyaBee: Assholes is too nice of a word for them. They ruined my older sister’s whole life, and my little sister is still living with them. I don’t even know if she’s safe.

LifeNLiberty: I’m sorry.

AnyaBee: It’s okay. She’ll get away from them soon enough.

LifeNLiberty: I gotta go. Honda’s parents are calling us down to dinner. He says hello, by the way.

AnyaBee: Hello back, and also goodbye.

On Sunday night I was just leaving a bad movie with Odeta (we did it once a month so she could have something else to talk about) when I got a phone call.

I picked it up, not recognizing the number. “Hello?”

“Anya, it’s me.”

I knew that voice. “Natalia?”

“I need you to come and get me as soon as you can. Sofia won’t pick up her phone.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at a payphone next to the old bus stop. I’ve barricaded myself inside. Someone was in the house, Anya! Mom and dad are gone, but someone was in the house, and they were in my room!”

I nodded, and took a deep breath. “I’ll be right there, okay. You have your knives, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Stay calm. I’ll be there soon.”

The phone clicked and I turned to Odeta. “Slight change in plans. We’ve got to head out to the old neighborhood.”

Natalia practically ran out of the phone booth to come embrace me. She was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, not her usual clothes. And her hair was wet too.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Odeta drove us back to the campus while Natalia clung to me and told me everything. “I was in the shower, the door was locked, but I heard it rattle. I snuck over to the door, but it wasn’t mom or dad. I heard footsteps moving down the hall, and the screeching noise of my door opening. I’d left the water on, so I dried off, grabbed what I could find in the laundry basket, and climbed out the window. I saw the lights on in my room, and I ran away so fast.”

I stroked her hair, and eventually we reached the campus. “Do you want to stay in our room tonight?”

She nodded.

The next morning I was woken up by a thundering knock.

“Oi, Braginsky!”

I ran to the door and opened it. “Yes Coach Baudin?”

She looked pissed. “I don’t mean to pry, dear, but you know our campus takes matters of dorm rooms remaining segregated very seriously, correct?”

“Yes. That’s why girl’s dorms are over here, boys dorms are one the other side of campus, and unsexed dorms are carefully policed.”

Baudin nodded. “I got a report from the night monitor that three people entered this room last night, and I want to know right now who you brought in. And don’t deny it.”

At that moment Natalia came out of the bathroom. “Anya, you’re out of soap… um, hello?”

“Coach Baudin, this is my younger sister Natalia.”

Coach Baudin paused for a moment, looking my sister up and down. She was still wearing sweatpants from last night, and looked secretly terrified. The coach finally spoke. “You’re Anya’s sister, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Which number was she on her old hockey team?”

“She was number 4, on the girl’s varsity team. The team name was the Red Sickle, and Anya was awesome.”

Apparently only my sister would know this, because Baudin visibly relaxed. “Alright. Anya, may I speak with you outside for a moment?”

I stepped out, shutting the door behind me. “Yes?”

“Why is she here?”

“Someone broke into the house last night. She came right here.”

“She should have called the police.”

I wanted to laugh. Instead I shook my head. “Where we live, it isn’t an option. The police wouldn’t even bother to drive down the street, much less come inside. And besides, my parents would have just accused her of stirring up trouble when they got home.”

The coach sighed. “I’m not going to report you today, but she cannot stay here. I’ll give you until tomorrow, and then if she’s still here, it’s been reported.”

I nodded. “Thanks coach.”

“Don’t make me regret putting my ass on the line, alright?”

MapleBabe: Coach seemed pissed off today, didn’t she?

AnyaBee: I’m in trouble.

MapleBabe: What happened?

AnyaBee: My little sis spent last night in my dorm room. Someone broke into the house. Mom and dad are on a trip, and she had nowhere else to go. And if she’s not somewhere else by tomorrow, Baudin’s gonna report me.

MapleBabe: Is she okay?

AnyaBee: Yeah, but I don’t know where she’s gonna go. She can’t go back home, it’s too risky.

MapleBabe: I have an idea.

AnyaBee: What is it?

MapleBabe: Come over to my house. Nat can stay here.

AnyaBee: You really think your dads will be cool with that?

MapleBabe: They’d better be, or else I’ll make them.

AnyaBee: Guess it’s worth a shot.

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