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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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Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5b/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 08:54 am (UTC)(link)But no. There was no misunderstanding. It’s true. The sick creep is his best friend.
Yes, Denmark feels like he’s been punched in the stomach by the truth. Two seconds later, the truth’s been punched in the stomach by Denmark. Netherlands lets out a sort of choking sound and stumbles backwards, falling against the wall.
In an instant, Denmark is absolutely furious. He doesn’t care that Netherlands is his best friend. He doesn’t care that yesterday, he would’ve taken a bullet for him in a second. He doesn’t care about the betrayal. All he cares about is an old memory, one that he now recalls with perfect clarity—Iceland, small and young and helpless, huddled at the bottom of their ship, his shoulders hunched against the world.
“You bastard!” he snarls. “How could you do that? How could you do that to Ice? Ice, of all people!”
Netherlands’ eyes widen as Denmark’s fist closes around his collar. He tries to twist away, but Denmark won’t let him. “He’s my little brother! My goddamn little brother!” Denmark realizes he’s hit Netherlands again, but he can’t remember doing it, all he can remember is yelling but Netherlands is wincing and reeling so it must have happened somewhere and ow!
As Denmark lurches backwards, Netherlands tries to scramble away. Denmark grabs his arm and yanks and Netherlands tackles him and they fall to the ground in a struggling tangle.
Netherlands is hitting back. Denmark knew he would, and is glad that he is, because as long as Netherlands hits back, it’s a fight and not revenge. He knows it’s a sick feeling, to want to fight Netherlands simply to make him hurt. But each time he feels his own body sting with the impact of a fist, the pain makes Iceland’s image clearer in his mind, and he hits back with twice the strength and with the cruelest words he can think of.
“Do you realize what you did to him?” he spits between gasps of breath. “Do you realize how long he’s had to deal with what you did, all by himself? No wonder he always been so unhealthily serious! No wonder he’s spent his life trying to distance himself from the rest of us! You fucked him up!”
Netherlands grunts and punches him in the face. Denmark shakes the stars out of his eyes and punches right back.
“How many other young countries have you destroyed, you damn perverted maniac? How many others know what you actually are? Who else have you molested, creep? Is that why your sister declared independence from you?”
Denmark gets no reply. Netherlands doesn’t even hit him this time, just tries with all his strength to twist away.
“Answer me, you fucking bastard,” Denmark growls, tightening his grip.
No reply. Netherlands’ eyes spit fire.
“Answer me!” Denmark grabs Netherlands’ shoulders and digs his fingers into the flesh. “Why won’t you say anything, dammit?!”
Suddenly, Netherlands relaxes. He slides out of Denmark’s grip and onto the floor. And there he lies, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry, Denmark,” he says breathlessly. “There’s nothing I can say, is there?”
“Are you giving up?” The idea fills Denmark with even more disgust. “Get up! Get up and fight me like the country you pretend you are!”
There’s a moment of silence. Then Netherlands laughs humorlessly and turns his head to look at Denmark. “I don’t want to fight you, man. I never wanted to fight you. I’ve never wanted to fight you, ever in my life.”
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5c/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 09:02 am (UTC)(link)“Why’d you do it, man?” he asks. “What the fuck could’ve possessed you to do something like that?”
Netherlands sighs and sits up. He and Denmark are face to face. “I don’t know,” he mutters bitterly. “When I think back to that moment… I have no fucking clue.”
“None at all? He didn’t like… turn you on, or something?”
Netherlands’ cheeks flush deep red and he squeezes his eyes shut as though in pain.
Denmark is honestly surprised. He’s seen Netherlands talk about what surely must be the most depraved things in existence with a completely straight face. “You’re blushing,” he points out flatly.
“Of course I am, stupid!” Netherlands hisses. “I’m ashamed! You understand that?” He scrubs his hands over his face, glaring at nothing. “Did you think I was proud of it? Did you think I never noticed what my five minutes of demented teenage stupidity did to Iceland? How he freezes up and instantly becomes miserable whenever we’re in the same room?”
Denmark shrugs. “I dunno what goes through your mind. Not anymore.”
Netherlands groans. “Denmark, don’t say—” He interrupts himself with a shake of his head. “Forget it. Say whatever the hell you want. Whatever you think of me now… I can’t blame you for it.”
“Playing the noble card, are ya?” It’s a cruel thing to say. Denmark’s inner sadist can’t seem to decide what it wants.
Netherlands sighs. “Yeah. I am.”
The air is rancid with resent.
“If you’re gonna do that, so am I,” says Denmark. “I could refuse to listen to anything you say right now. I could leave and never speak to you again. But we’re too old for that, aren’t we? I’ve already heard one set of memories. Tell me yours.”
Netherlands glares at him. “Why? So you can be angrier at me? What d’you want out of this?”
“I dunno. Something.” Denmark shakes his head. He feels bewildered again. “Maybe just to reassure myself that the brain in your head is the one I’ve always thought you had.”
Netherlands stares at him for a moment. “Fine,” he sighs. “Whatever you want.”
Netherlands was angry.
It seemed like he spent most of his time being angry these days. But whose fault was that? It was hard not to be angry, sitting there watching empires slap themselves together and crumble just as quickly, like so many dried and ill-constructed sand castles. France and Germany’s constant squabbling was giving him a headache. He hated just about everybody and wished they’d all leave so he didn’t have to look at their stupid ugly faces.
And then there were these damned Vikings, who so happened to be the cause of his current foul mood. They were back. Again. In fact, he’d just been knocked around by them yet another time as they raided yet another of his cities. Two hundred years he’s had to put up with them. Two hundred long, frustrating years.
Netherlands kicked the sand sullenly. He’d figured that maybe a nice walk along the coast would cool his nerves. Clear his mind. Get the anger out of his system.
Oh look. The Vikings’ ship. Well, forget that.
Netherlands stared at the boat, wondering how difficult it would be to set on fire. Probably not worth the trouble. But perhaps he could at least damage it. Make it leak. It would serve them right for leaving their ship unguarded.
Hang on.
Netherlands narrowed his eyes. The ship wasn’t empty. A small figure was hunched over inside, focusing intently on something in its hands.
Netherlands had never seen such a small Viking before. It had to be that young northern island, the one he’d heard about but never seen.
Curious, he crept closer. The little Viking, absorbed in its work, did not so much as look up.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5d/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 09:13 am (UTC)(link)His heart skipped.
The Vikings had a little sister, and she was beautiful.
“You thought he was a girl?” Denmark lets a disbelieving bark of laughter, even as he gags on disgust.
Netherlands glowers. “He looked like a chick when he was a kid,” he mutters. “You gotta admit.”
“Whatever. S’not important. What’s important is that you saw Iceland, and that was your first impulse. I mean… I knew you had that kind of tendency. But I thought you could control it.”
Denmark can’t help but think that it’s a good thing Netherlands doesn’t have laser vision. The floor would’ve burst into flame by now. “I can, Denmark. Now. We’re talking about centuries ago. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was young. I was frustrated. I hated you all. Apparently all of that overrules the possession of a brain.”
Denmark’s anger flares up again with absolutely no warning. “Are you trying to make excuses for yourself?”
Netherlands’ head jerks up indignantly. “Excuses? Do I sound like I’m trying to make excuses?!”
“Are you trying to say it’s my fault, my and Norway’s fault, that you did what you did? Because we made you angry?”
“No! You stupid, did you listen to anything I said?!”
They’ve both jumped to their feet. The air fills with electricity. Denmark can practically smell the ozone.
“You wanted me to explain what I remember, and so I did!” Netherlands growls. “Did you get what you wanted from that? You wanted to understand why? Well, good luck with that. Good damn luck with that, when even I don't understand!”
“You keep saying that,” snarls Denmark. “And fine, maybe we could talk about why you did it till kingdom come and ever get anywhere. What’s done is done. Now, I want to know what you’re gonna do about it.”
“Oh, so now you don’t care why I did it.”
“You’ve got a lot of smirk for someone who deserves a punch in the face.”
“Maybe I deserve one, but you need one. Your face would be a little more bearable if it were knocked into line, bastard.”
“You’re just asking for it today, aren’t you, bitch?”
“Yeah, maybe I am, Lego face.”
“You better be careful, windmill boy. You know I’ll give it to you.”
“Yeah? I dare you!”
There’s a colossal bang. The entire kitchen shudders.
Netherlands is sprawled on the floor. His eyes are wide. A trickle of bright blood drips from his nose.
Denmark stands over him, breathing heavily. “I told you I’d do it.”
Netherlands sits up, wiping away the blood. His face is all hard, squinting, sullen angles. One of his eyes is slowly turning black. He’s wearing a bitter smirk. And he’s crying.
Denmark’s anger vanishes again. He groans. He’s moodswinging like a caffeine-deprived Norway, on PMS. “I… I didn’t really hurt you, did I?” Denmark reaches out to touch Netherlands’ shoulder, but the other nation lifts a hand.
“Don’t touch me. I’m fine.” Netherlands scowls and looks away. “Don’t you turn into a girl on me.”
“Excuse me for trying to be decent,” Denmark snaps. “You’re the one who’s crying.”
“I know,” says Netherlands dryly. “I don’t want you to wuss out on me because I already have.”
He stands. A fresh dribble of blood slithers down his face. “M’gonna go outside and smoke,” he says bluntly.
Denmark just glares in response—glares as Netherlands' heavy footsteps recede down the hallway, glares as the front door slams.
Then he sinks to the floor with a broken sigh and buries his face in his hands.
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…Things will get better. At some point. xD
As always, thanks for reading! The next update should NOT take as long as this one did! *knocks fervently on wood*
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5d/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)No, really. If it was one of my siblings . . .
Let's just Netherlands would no longer be able to enjoy his little girls.
-applauds- Brilliant as always, Anon!
OP!
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Denmark. So conflicted - that perverted son of a bitch is your BFF! xD
&hearts this fill so so so much!
*did not sleep last night*Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5d/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)ajjag;af
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NOTHING COHERENT RIGHT NOW
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 5d/10
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much author!anon, this made my day-
I thought I'd feel conflicted because it's my country being the 'badguy', but I'm just really excited to see what happens!
And I will try and be patient for new chapters, I'll have to try really hard- because I'm already checking up several times a day for any new updates <3
DON'T GIVE UP ON THIS ANON
I will give praises and awards if you complete this, jaaa