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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Blast From The Future (2a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-02 09:27 am (UTC)(link)Chapter 2
Alfred just couldn’t believe it.
He was stranded in the middle of a forest clearing, clearly nowhere in London, and totally lost.
The lush, green grasses on his feet, softly touching his sneakers, and extending their distance further made his stomach flip. The thick trunks of the trees that seemed to crowd around him gave no comfort to his growing panic. He gazed above, to the sky and clearly noticed the dark clouds hovering around him.
He swallowed his rising anxiety, closed his eyes and counted up to ten to calm him down.
Great, he thought with pure sarcasm, and now I’m not anywhere near Arthur’s house, obviously. But I guess I’m still in England, judging the dark clouds above me.
He fluttered his eyes open and pondered on his current predicament. From look of things, he was stuck in some God-knows-where, definitely un-London and it was going to rain. How wonderful.
Wearing only his sneakers, jeans, a thick, blue sweatshirt and Texas, he walked cautiously, trying to conceal his movements, but failing to do so. He glanced around him, scanning anything that might give him a clue to where the heck he was.
The only thing he knew was the area reminded him a great deal of his childhood. The vast plains of his former playground, where he would play with his favorite bunny, way before Arthur found him.
Yet, the feel of the place was much fresher, like the whole world was just born.
Which was a ridiculous idea to think about.
Deciding to scout the area to learn more of the terrain, he checked on his pockets to see what he had brought with him. His wallet, an extra cheeseburger (he smirked at his own preparedness), and a pocketknife.
He smiled despite his current situation. He never knew the impulse of bringing a pocketknife would come handy in this occasion.
He sauntered cautiously, observing the clearing and the surroundings. He marked every tree he passed, making sure that he wouldn’t be walking in circles. He raised his head to look at the sky again.
Gray. Dark. Looming over him. The blue-eyed blonde decided to find a decent shelter before the pouring starts, if he’d find any.
Just as he concluded to begin shelter-hunting, he heard a faint shuffling in the grass on his left. He turned slowly, confident that he could fight off any ferocious animal, or escape using his awesome super-hero powers (he laughed cockily at the thought). The sounds continued, softer this time, and he was sure that it wasn’t a beast of some sort.
Somehow, he instinctively knew what it was. It was so familiar, buried deep in his consciousness, and the tension from his body immediately dispersed.
Blast From The Future (2b/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-02 09:30 am (UTC)(link)He parted the grasses, and he was right, a pinkish-white bunny was lying on the ground, curious with the newcomer. He crouched and reached out his hand, hoping the little creature would hop on his palm. He couldn’t help but chuckle, it felt so nostalgic!
The pink bunny, as the American would call it, stuck its nose on his fingers, sniffing his hands, assessing whether it should trust him or not. Still chuckling, he moved to pet the little thing. He missed his old days when he didn’t care about the world or have rifts with his teenage father figure.
Remembering the last heated exchange, he sighed, feeling his chest go heavy. He took Pink Bunny in his arms and began to pat its head absently. How he wished he could have normal conversations with the Briton. He just wanted to see Arthur. Why did he have to be an ass and complain on every little thing he did?
Well, maybe he was at fault too. Maybe the downfall started during that Revolutionary War, and it never recovered. Blue eyes narrowed. The past is the past. Nothing can be done to change it.
He slowly got up, still petting Pink Bunny on the head. He missed doing this to his favorite playmate in the 17th century. He did love bunnies after all. They were his first friends. He raised the cuddly animal to eye level, and nuzzled its nose. They still bring comfort to him, after all those centuries had passed.
As he began again his search for shelter, he noticed another faint sound coming from the left. He stopped to feel the environment. He couldn’t smell any threat. He continued his quest, still being on guard on his surroundings, and still petting Pink Bunny on the head, which seemed to like the treatment. He walked further the clearing, hoping to find a cave to rest for the night. The sky was really ominous, threatening to spill rain soon.
America hurried his steps, focusing more on the task at hand rather than his environment. He failed to hear the rustle of the trees. He failed to notice the glint at the corner of his peripheral vision. He failed to snap his senses back to alert mode.
A sound of something flying towards him was the only notice Alfred got before he winced in pain as something struck on his left arm. An arrow was sticking neatly on the left deltoid muscle, and he snapped his attention to the source of the weapon, Pink Bunny still on his chest, trying to climb away from his grasp. It was jerked from its comfortable position.
He heard a bow being pulled back and he heightened his senses, ready to catch anything that the attacker will throw at him. At the sound of the bow being released, Alfred’s reflex caught the bow a second before it would hit his chest. A startled gasp was evident from the trees, and he detected something familiar from the sound. Yet he couldn’t recall what it was.
Directing his thoughts back into the situation, he gave little warning to his aggressor before he made a dash to the forest, and heard a panic-filled scamper, and he had to grin because he knew it’s time for a cat and mouse chase. Pink Bunny was still safe in his arms. He wouldn’t let it go for reasons unknown to him.
He did his best to silence his race, but the leaves are everywhere and they crunch every time he stepped on them, so to hell with it, he knew he would be the champion anyway. No one escaped from the hero. He followed the trail of his prey, and judging from the tracks it made; it was small, too small for an actual threat. But he wouldn’t let go of the injustice that happened to him, and he was curious after all. The prey was small yet it gave an accurate shot. America had to grin. This was becoming interesting.
Re: Blast From The Future (2c/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-02 09:32 am (UTC)(link)They were lying on the ground, the earth’s heavy scent flooded Alfred’s senses, calming him in a different way. He had to catch his breath as the bundle in his arms squirmed aggressively, trying to break free from his grasp. He put the little rabbit down, confident that it wouldn’t run away, seized the restless creature and moved it at arm’s length.
He removed the hood covering the head, and he almost dropped the object in astonishment at what he saw.
Sandy, messy blonde hair was first to greet him, and the angry eyes, oh those utterly familiar emerald eyes, with big, fat tears gathering at the corners, and the unmistakable pout on its mouth, clearly due to being caught by a stranger, and the small, frail body of a young six-year old English boy.
It was clearly evident.
England.
Re: Blast From The Future (2c/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-12-22 04:59 am (UTC)(link)Am I a bad person for giggling every time America gets shot with an arrow? Probably, eh? But it amuses me so much.
And did you post this on the fills list?
I might have just missed it.Re: Blast From The Future (2c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)