Hetalia kink meme (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Re: And Such Are The Consequences 4d/10
(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:35 am (UTC)(link)Iceland shook his head. How could he enjoy himself when he didn’t even know where he ended and Netherlands began? He was too close, much too close. Iceland felt trapped, smothered by this unwanted attention, and he couldn’t pull away.
Netherlands hand moved on from Iceland’s sides, reaching around to caress his stomach. Iceland’s body shook with sobs once again, but he forced himself to keep them quiet, if only because he didn’t want Netherlands to brush his tears away.
His mind slipped into a sort of lockdown mode, curling into the fetal position that his body couldn’t manage. Netherlands’ caresses felt detached. They were happened, yes—but they couldn’t be happening. Not to Iceland.
Then, suddenly, Netherland’s hand plunged downwards and—
They sprang apart with all the suddenness and horror of a lightning strike.
Released from his nightmare, Iceland slid bonelessly to the floor of the ship. He curled into a miserable ball, too stunned to do anything else, and prayed that Netherlands didn’t drag him up again.
“You’re a boy?!” Netherlands voice was full of shock, terror, and revulsion.
Iceland nodded, unable to get a word out past his tears.
There’s a moment of silence.
“…My God. What did I just…?” The voice sounded lost and fearful, nothing like the self-assured purr of just minutes before. “I…I really… oh God….”
Iceland heard a splash. The boat rocked gently, and Netherlands was gone.
Norway and Denmark didn’t return for two more hours. By that time, Iceland had cried out everything he had. He was sitting, numb with shock, in the bottom of the boat, shivering and feeling sick to his stomach.
“Ice? Are you alright?” Norway reached out to touch his hand, and Iceland nearly jumped out of his skin.
“D-Don’t come near me,” he whispered “Please. Please… just leave me alone.”
Norway took a step back, frowning.
“What’s going on over there?” Denmark shouted. “Hi Ice, how’s it going?” He grabbed Iceland like he often did, ready to swing him up over his shoulder.
The moment Denmark’s hands touched his waist, Iceland let out a strangled cry. His mind flashed back. “L-Let go! Let go of me! Please, let go!”
Denmark let go instantly. He stared, troubled, as Iceland sank to the floor at his feet, whimpering. “What happened to him, Nor?”
“I don’t know,” said Norway tersely. He bent down. His fingers brushed against Iceland’s shoulder, and Iceland stiffened with a terrified squeak. “Ice? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
There was no reply, just heavy breathing and a few soft sniffles.
“Did something happen? Are you hurt? Are you sick?”
Still, Iceland said nothing.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Iceland knew. He knew that Norway could make everything better, just like he always did. But the thought of repeating what had happened made him want to throw up.
And so he didn’t respond. He didn’t correct Norway when he concluded that Iceland had caught the flu. He didn’t object when he was told to go lay down in the back of the ship and get some sleep. He didn’t let Norway and Denmark know that he spent that night staring sleeplessly up at the dark sky.
Damn character limits ><
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 4e/10
(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:45 am (UTC)(link)But it never quite vanished completely. Whenever he saw Netherlands—at world meetings, out with Denmark, smoking on the corner of the street—an overwhelming, sickening fear would wash over him, and the world would seem to contract.
Iceland tried to ignore his presence, by focusing on his fingernail or the grain of the table. But Netherlands never seemed to have forgotten their little encounter either.
It’s exceedingly hard to ignore someone who stares directly at you.
Iceland finishes his story and looks blankly up at his audience. He feels oddly calm. He had expected the revelation of this centuries’ old secret to upset him—to be worth a few tears, at the very least. But no. He feels like he’s just recited a grocery list, or shared something he read on the news that morning taking place the other side of the globe.
The other Nordics stare at him, their expressions a mixture of horror, sympathy, shock, and disgust. Iceland almost wants to laugh, they look so funny.
Then all of the sudden Finland is at his side, wrapping him in the sweetest and warmest and most loving hug he’s ever had. “Ice,” he’s saying, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe we never knew. You kept that a secret for so long. Oh, Ice, I’m so sorry.”
It’s not until Iceland breathes in the familiar smells of trees and snow and licorice and realizes—it’s really Finland, Finland knows now, Finland knows now and he’s here and he believes me—that he begins to cry.
A big, strong arm snakes itself awkwardly around his shoulders and squeezes. “M’sorry, Ice.” Sweden’s voice is gruff but sincere. “T’think… him, of all people!”
It’s going to be all right. The secret’s out now. After so long festering in the darkness, it’s out. Netherlands can’t hurt him—can never hurt him again. The memories can’t hurt him, as long as his brothers are adding their strength to his—as long as it’s the five of them, together, like the poles of a lavvu which gain their strength from each other.
Finland is hugging him from one side and Sweden is hugging him from the other. There is a wall of love around him and it’s going to be all right.
Norway speaks.
“Iceland….” His voice is flat. “Are we… are we the first ones you’ve ever told this?”
A wave of shame colors Iceland’s cheeks. “…Yes…”
“Why didn’t you tell us before? Why did you keep it a secret for so long?”
Iceland’s eyes fill with fresh tears, which he smears away impatiently. “I don’t know. The thought of saying those words… it was always a… a horrible thought. It was embarrassing. And—” he wonders if he should even be saying this, oh well, not like he has anything to lose now “—I always worried that… maybe you wouldn’t believe me. Or that it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like… like I was actually raped.” He stares at the floor.
“Ice…” Norway’s voice is actually pained. Iceland looks up at him and sees that his cheeks are red, his eyes trained on the ground. “I would never have brushed you off like that. I… I can’t believe you had to hold that secret, alone, for centuries. I can’t believe that I never noticed. I can’t believe....”
And suddenly, Norway explodes. “I can’t believe that he could do that! That bastard! That sick and twisted drug-addled excuse for a country!”
Iceland is shocked. He’s only seen Norway this angry a handful of times, and none of them ended well. “Norway, calm down, it’s not worth getting angry over.”
“Not worth getting angry over! Ice, do you not value yourself at all? I’m going to give him hell! He’s gotten off scot-free after having done this to you—for decades upon decades! It’s disgusting!”
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(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 04:53 am (UTC)(link)“Norway, please calm down!” cries Finland. “Ice… shh, don’t speak, we’ll take care of him.”
Should he have told everybody? It was a mistake, wasn’t it? It was a mistake, because now Norway’s upset even though Norway's never upset and now there’s going to be hell.
“Why should I calm down, Finland?” Norway demands. “So that Netherlands can keep up his mass delusion for another day? So that other small helpless countries that he may have molested have to keep suffering like Ice? I will not—”
“Nor. Stop.” Sweden stands, and his towering presence fills the room. He glares down at Norway. “You’re upsettin’ him.”
Norway blinks. He stands, frozen, breath heaving in his chest, and looks at Iceland. Iceland can’t look back at him. He buries his face in his hands.
“I…” Norway swallows. “I’m sorry. I lost myself. I lost my head. Ice… Ice, I’m sorry.” He takes a step towards Iceland, reaching out a hand, but not before a voice breaks in.
Denmark has been silent this whole time. Everyone’s head turns towards him as he speaks.
“I—I can’t believe it,” he stammers. “Netherlands? He would do that?” He stares around the room, his face like that of a child trying to understand why his dog is lying motionless on the side of the road. “We’ve been friends for ages… and I never would’ve guessed that… that he…..”
Less like rubble, more like shattered bits of broken concrete. “You don’t believe me?” Iceland asks flatly.
“It’s not… it’s not, no, no, I’m not saying…” Denmark stands unsteadily, still staring wildly about as though hoping the answer will pop out and smack him in the face. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. “I’m sorry Ice. I’m really sorry. I… I love you. I need to leave.”
“Denmark!” Finland’s horrified gasp can’t keep Denmark in the room. Out of sight, the front door bangs. He’s gone.
The room is silent.
“I need to leave too,” says Iceland tightly. “Don’t follow me. Please. I’ll come back. I’ll come back, don’t worry.”
And he wrenches away from Finland’s embrace, and walks calmly out of the house, and once he’s out, he breaks into a run, not caring that night is falling, not caring that it’s cold, because he needs to be alone—alone, where he can shed as many tears as he wants and nobody will ever know or care.
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Wow, that ended up being a really long chapter. Holy crap. SO MUCH ANGST.
Hygge: an untranslatable Danish word. It's like... coziness, calmness, peace, the presence of loved ones. Basically a very happy feeling.
Lavvu: It's like a teepee, except Nordic. And you don't need rope to tie the poles together, they lean on each other to support the structure. WHAT A PERFECT METAPHOR.
Just a note—if any of you have any constructive criticism for me, I would greatly appreciate it. This is the first time I’ve written such dramatic stuff, and I dunno if I’m overdoing it. xD Any input is appreciated! Thanks!
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(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 06:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: And Such Are The Consequences 4f/10
(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)I would give you my heart if it wasn't broken. Poor Ice!
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(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)Wow really, I'm at a loss for words, this fic is just so beautifully written ;u;
Aaaaaaaah poor Iceland, I hope things'll get better for him now that he's told the others his secret.
And I feel so sorry for Denmark, he must feel so betrayed--like when you think you know someone to their core but then it turns out that etc etc etc well you get the point.
Anyway I can't wait for the next part; I'm so curious what will happen. Keep up the awesome work :3
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 4f/10
(Anonymous) 2010-11-28 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)author!anon here
(Anonymous) 2010-11-29 08:43 am (UTC)(link)Just wanted to let you know, I have definitely not forgotten about this fic. I've just had college app deadlines coming up + writers' block on how the next chapter should go, which has caused it to take a stupidly long amount of time to write. xP But I've worked it out and the next part should be up soon!
random!reader-anon here
(Anonymous) 2010-11-30 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: author!anon here
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)for more torture. :D