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hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-26 01:33 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-26 01:33 pm
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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!