hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Do you know? They say that once, a long time ago when our grandfathers were but babes in their mothers’ arms, that the old castle in the north was not overrun with the forest, as it is now. For once, long ago, the castle was in its prime, for those who lived in it were at their prime. Yes, bloodthirsty and vicious folk one and all, they lived for fighting, and when they had expanded their territory all across these three close islands they reached across the seas and took what they could there. Storms hampered them not, nor disaster or hurt or even death. They would not back down unless there was no other way. They were nigh unstoppable, for even the women of this race stood proud and tall, for who gave birth to warriors if not them? For constant warring with others had its benefits as well, for those who returned home had no wish to fight amongst themselves, and these three islands were unusually peaceful even though the people’s blood ran hot and thick with fighting and bloodlust.

Perhaps their reach grew too far, their grip unstable. Perhaps there were those who no longer wished to fight, whose hearts were far too broken when saddles returned empty and shields returned broken. Perhaps there was a battle between themselves. No one fully knows, for everyone involved was killed, murdered, their bodies destroyed and no trace left of themselves. All anyone knows is that the sky turned black, the sound of the god’s hammer resounded and terrible light-fires raced down from the sky and burned all they touched.

But there is a rumour, as there always is. For you see, even this terrible warrior-race had royalty. And they say that the prince was beautiful. They say that his hair was like snow-dawn, and his eyes like snow-sky. And they say that this prince was terrible, the finest fighter in the entire land with a heart entirely frozen by the ice that encircles these three islands. They say that on the dawning day of the tragedy, a prince from the land across the sea rode through a village near the castle. They say that this prince had eyes of green-spring, and hair of clouded-noon. But far more importantly, they say that this prince was a witch, and that his ties with the Otherworld were deeper and more terrible than anything that our three islands produced. And they say that the prince returned as the sky turned black, riding like a demon-possessed, light-fires closing his path behind him. And they say that his eyes were … Not. Not human, not Otherworld just … Not.

And they say that when the villagers finally ventured forth, the castle stands as we see it now. And there was nothing, no people, no bodies, just nothing, as though everyone had gone mere minutes beforehand.

But they say that some saw movements from those that should not be moving, that the things of the palace moved with a new life when no one was looking, and that the roar of a terrible, unseen Thing echoed throughout the palace.

Did you know? That is what they say.

Yeah, this might take a while…. BTW, not the anon who offered. Vaguely Viking world, I apologize for everything that I have gotten terribly wrong. Listening repeatedly to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wh8OL_4B3sE&feature=related Also, lol, Sweden’s colouring reflects his flag.

Please Anon likes to prove that she's a natural blonde... Part 1/god only knows.

And that should be because, not please. :facepalms: Truely, blonde.

This... this is awesome and needs more. I'm on a phone and can't leave a long comment right now, but I will be back to do so!

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This sounds epic, anon. Can wait for moar! :D

omgomgomg this is looking so amazing. I cant wait for more :D
so excited

FINALLY someone who will write this crossover of awesome. This is going instantly to my stalked fics list.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING THIS FOR SO LONG! This sounds so good and epic and... oh gosh, I just can't wait to read more! And my beloved Russia as Gaston? Can I just die from happiness? Author anon, I am your humble fan from now on.

Oooh, interesting beginning! I can't wait to read more /o/

Apologies for the shortness, reasons given at the bottom.

Eduard hadn’t always lived in this too-small village of the edge of the World and the Wild. Once upon a time, he had been born in a oft-forgotten, war-stricken country to the south, but as soon as his eldest brother had gathered the money, they had fled north, taking everything they owned, and far more importantly, everything they knew, with them to the cold, sea-besieged North. Toris, broken hearted for reasons he refused to share, had gotten sick. Far, far sicker than he or Raivis had even seen him, or anyone in fact, get. No one had been able to do anything, and it was with complete desperation that they finally tracked down the local witch healer, and destroyed their future to save their brother. He still has nightmares about the journey, for the tiny, cosy cottage lay beyond the safe borders of the village. This would not be an issue anywhere else, but here the Wild was constantly encroaching on the World. So they had made the walk through the snow and freezing ice-rain, their brother’s fever-boiling body a dead weight between them, the Wild pressing down on their bodies the entire time. When they’d finally reached the cottage Raivis had actually cried from relief, and Eduard had never quite appreciated being able to take deep breathes before then.

Then the witch had appeared, all sympathetic sweetness veiling a core of no-nonsense steal. He hadn’t been anything like what Eduard had thought, he was not the half wild madman that religion taught, but rather a mild mannered, slightly washed out young man who frowned at them when they pulled his door open, Wild stealing inside and taking away the warmth. He’d spoken to them, gently rebuking, pulling them inside and shutting the door behind them in an entirely too smooth movement, and then – then Eduard had unwrapped his shivering/burning brother’s arm from around his neck and looked up and seen his eyes and suddenly he knew, he just knew why everyone said what they did because the man’s eyes were violet, not the gentle, almost blue colour of Raivis’, but real-honest-to-god violet, and suddenly he knew that Toris would be okay.

Notes: in this AU, Denmark, Sweden and Finland (the countries, not the personifications) are three closely situated islands (ie, completely water-locked). England is a slowly-regaining-power-ful country to the west, and Russia is a medium strength country to the east, Baltics are three different countries in a very Europe like continent, located to the immediate south of the three island nations. Basically, Sweden is the prince of the Vikings (….yeah, technically I believe that that place should belong to Denmark, but whatever [the Viking age was also during Denmark’s ‘golden age’, if I remember correctly] but Swedes whooped English arse ((and French and German etc)) as well. They make good fighting buddies. Actually all the Nordic countries make pretty good fighting buddies, there needs to be like a Tekken-style tournament to decide the strongest that ends with a tie between the Nordics. Haha, America, when it comes to fighting you just haven’t got the experience of the European countries! Don’t worry tho, Australia has even less, for all he’d probs get through the first few rounds get by throwing the ~~drop bear~~ koala at his opponents.)
BIG NOTICE this won’t be updated until at least midway through January at the most. I’m moving and likely won’t have access to a computer long enough to type up these chapters till then. Sorry OP, but I’ll come through.

NoT!OP waits patiently! (Also, loves the heck out of this, you have no idea. Srsly)

Title suggestion? I always liked "The Lion of the North" because, you know, originally the Beast was a Lion and that's also the nickname for Sweden? but that's just random!anon's two cents.

This fill looks promising... I do hope you continue this author anon :)

Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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