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Spirit and Soul [0c/?] - Prologue
(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)………………………
“Ve~”
Italy danced around the grass of the camp, bringing the flowers to the human that was accompanying him. Brown eyes looking up, he smiled back at the smile he received, feeling his little heart swelling in happiness.
Back in Europe, Italy had been afraid; things were not going that well with him, after Grandpa died, so instead of allowing things to make him sad, he took refuge with his humans, surprised and happy to see they would travel through the sea and to the new world he’d heard about so much.
Revealing his identity as a non–human had been easy, done to the right people, and then he’d followed them to the giant ocean, travelling to the New world, to look for himself if things would get better by then.
So that he wouldn’t be afraid to come back, and not missing his grandpa so much after that.
And it was beautiful there –he could run and run and smile and draw all he wanted, and the animals were all cute and even though the food was not that tasty, he was happy and he didn’t miss his grandpa that much anymore.
“Feliciano” the human cradled the flowers in his hand and looked down at him, trying to keep Italy’s attention from wavering. “Flowers are good, of course, but why don’t you go see if there’s… other things?”
“Other things?” he asked, confused. “Butterflies?”
“Uh, no. Shiny things… like coins, Feliciano… like the gems on my knife, ok?”
Italy sighed. He didn’t really like how his humans kept thinking he was a baby who needed to be spoken to with simple words, and yet they’d let him wander around with no protection at all, but that was how it was, in the end.
His people wanted him to seek gold.
He really wanted to say no, but Italy also really wanted to do his share of things. Like big brother France and Big Brother Spain did. Like all the other people!
Maybe if he found something worthier than gold… maybe it would make things better.
“Sì!” he chirped, smiling up at the human.
Bouncing away from the camp, ignoring how Fratello Spagna was being pummelled to the ground by Holland, Italy started singing a cheery song about the sun and the moon, glancing around for something shiny.
Soon enough, he forgot all about his purpose, and started giggling at the rabbits and other small animals he could see in the woods, and that didn’t run from him.
“Sei così carino~” Italy patted the side of a young deer, then stopped when he heard rustling.
In a second, his eyes filled with tears and he tried to hide behind the deer, scared. “W–who’s there?!” he sniffled, all kind of fears piling up together.
What if it was a bear? A giant, scary bear? What if it was a scary person again? What if–
The rustling intensified.
“Kyaaaa~ don’t hurt me~ I’m sorry~”
“Hum?”
Italy completely froze, daring to look from behind the deer, and saw a person, as little as he was, peering from behind the bush. Italy blinked, feeling tears dry in his eyes the moment he met the dark ones of the other.
Italy had barely enough strength to face wars on his own territory, but he wasn’t stupid.
“You’re like me~”
And of course, if this was a Nation–wannabe, so small and chubby like he was, surely he wouldn’t mean anything bad.
Italy smiled brightly, moving out from behind the deer, and waved at the other. With eyes wide open, he realised they were kind of different –the stranger was dressed in maroon clothes, and his skin was so dark~
“You look like the seeds Brother Spain found yesterday~” he giggled, bouncing forwards.
The other’s eyes widened for a moment, then a pout appeared on his face “your skin is white like the milk of the bison that live here” he replied, still hiding behind the bush.
Italy looked at his hands, then giggled and shrugged.
Spirit and Soul [0d/?] - Prologue
(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)“I’m America” was the slow reply the other mumbled. “Why are you so many here?”
Italy blinked, and titled his head to the side, putting one finger to his mouth. “I came here to see things, ve~ Brother Spain and Brother France and the strange guy with the huge eyebrows want to get shiny things”.
America scratched his chin, cheeks flushing a bit at the cute girl in front of him.
“Not here to hurt me?”
“No~ if you don’t wanna hurt me either… because you don’t, right?” his eyes filled with tears.
“N–no! Of course not!” without hesitation, America’s frown vanished, such in a hurry he was to reassure the girl he wasn’t about to hurt her. She was cute and so different, with that beautiful pale skin, and fluffy clothes… “D–do you want to play?” he flushed a bit more, fidgeting.
“I was supposed to find something but…” Italy quickly smiled again “yeah!”
America smiled too, and the two started chasing each other in the woods.
………………………
England sighed, rolling up his sleeves and taking a good look at his surroundings. He’d left the camp on his own, muttering on how much he needed to practice some magic, but in the end, he’d done nothing.
The territories were humming with foreign power, of a different type than his own, and whilst England had his hands itching to try it, he really didn’t feel this kind of magic was compatible with his own.
There were too many plants that he’d never seen before, like that one with brown seeds Spain kept trying to brew into a tea, and so far he’d only seen a few magical creatures, and they had kept away from him, not knowing who he was.
And yet…
The humming of his magic made England wonder about whether he would find a personification there; somewhere, did one of them exist? What could turn into a nation, if offered enough time and effort? Maybe a colony, like England wanted –it would be enough.
England felt his heart ache when he thought back about the young native he’d met in the woods. He had not paid enough attention to him, too busy thinking about things, but it was clear there were no white people in the surrounding territories. Only people with that darkened skin, of a reddish tinge.
He could feel it inside, how the people of his that were now scouting around, thought about them –they were different, they were scary –like tribes from the past, they weren’t trusted.
England didn’t even want to think about what that would mean with his people back in his house; and it was the same all around the world, he guessed… he didn’t want it to be alike things in Africa.
Clenching his hands into fists, England for a moment thought about ignoring his needs of growing bigger and just let the new territories go, but he just couldn’t.
New territory, new colonies, new sources… the only thought made his mouth water.
But there were also the new populations to think about –different people. Would his own be so afraid to even start a hatred campaign?
Would it matter, in the end?
Wouldn’t it be better, if this new land had a representative that looked like an European? So then, even if his children were still tribes and populations with darker skin, at least in the future there could be hope to have them integrated, if their personification was similar to them…
He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t realise the magic around him was humming, and even when he stood up, hands waving into familiar motions, calling in enough power to perform a ritual, he didn’t notice the threads of new magic trying to connect with his own.
He’d yet to meet any personification for this new land, and he knew there was nothing he could truly do, but maybe he could attempt a summoning ritual –it would call forth and attract the personification, if there was one, and England could go from there.
Maybe.
Or maybe he should just forget it all, and just return to the camp…
Spirit and Soul [0e/?] - Prologue
(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)England steered it under his control, and tried to figure how would the personification look –not a white skinned man, with clear eyes, maybe even blue, who knows… but maybe someone more like that kid he’d seen before.
Dark eyes, dark hair, dark skin.
The two figures –the one of his hopes, the one of the native– melted together into one, and England, worry and confusion rubbing at his concentration, tried to steer the first one away.
‘I truly wish he’d be like us…’
The magic hummed around him, rumbling and bright and powerful.
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this is the end of the prologue. Things about what follows this will appear later on, explanations will be given, and such.
Italy – yes, Italians went to the new world. :D of course. I thought Italy would go there too. If he seems less stupid, well, this is an interpretation. ^^ and yes, all those countries think Italy is a girl, so sue me :D
Holland – he had a good part into this.
Native America and Canada – well, let the story continue.
Fratellone Francia, Fratello Spagna (Italian) – Big brother France, Brother Spain
Sì (Italian) – Yes.
Oui (French) – Yes.
Sei così carino (Italian) – You’re so cute.
OP I hope this sounds a bit like you wanted. :)
Please comment, thank you!
OP
(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)*ahem*
Up aside, I can't believe this is getting filled! Ahh so cute so cute ;3; The image of pre-anglo Alfred is a very cute one. Also I want to cuddle Italy~
I'm excited, author anon!
Re: Spirit and Soul [0e/?] - Prologue
(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)http://chibi-kai-chan.deviantart.com/art/Before-England-Came-130569429
I love it so far!! Keep going writer anon!