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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How it all comes together (4a/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 04:17 am (UTC)(link)First Contact
It wasn't until Alfred had gotten into his car--not even bothering to grab his bookbag full of ungraded essays he'd promised to return to his students the next day--driven straight home and walked through his door that he realized he had no clue what he was doing. After all, this was a ghost he was dealing with here. And despite being completely, totally unafraid even the teeny tiny slightest bit of them (Honestly), it hardly meant he had any idea how to get rid of one--besides calling Bill Murray and the Ecto-1. But he couldn't retreat now. He was standing in the main foyer of his home. His home, not some ghost's. Not anymore. And while he could easily turn and walk back through the door, perhaps returning with an actual battle strategy--he was only a few steps in past the doorframe and, surprising as he currently had a hundred and one different horror movie scenarios running through his brain, the door had yet to mysteriously and ominously slam shut behind him--Alfred refused to back down.
He wasn't losing to a ghost.
"Hey! Kirkland! I know it's you, so just come out!" Alfred heard his words echo through the empty mansion. He hadn't even realized he had shouted them, but there was no taking them back now. And hadn't that been what he'd wanted to say anyway? The entire drive back from Brikinson, the only thoughts he'd had on his mind had been how much he wanted to give this pirate-guy a piece of it. Driving him insane, hiding behind salt water and broken bottles instead of facing him fair and square, and making Alfred dig around his backyard and freak out all his friends just to get a clear answer to what was going on. If he was honest with himself, it wasn't just Kirkland he was frustrated with, but damn if the man wasn't the focus of Alfred's current aggravation.
His hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides, hiding their slight shaking as he braced himself, wondering what would come next now that he had just called the ghost out. And how he would, or even could, respond to it.
A chill suddenly ran up his spine. It was a cold, unwelcome feeling. Alfred spun around, reacting almost instantly. Whatever horrible sight he was going to see when he looked behind him, he was not having his back turned towards the danger. No matter what it was.
Which he would discover as soon as he opened his eyes.
Another feeling of cold hit him. This time to his front, along with something else that made a light smack against his glasses before dropping. Slowly cracking his eyes open, Alfred looked down to see what had just assaulted his face.
It was a leaf. The front door was still open and the frigid winter weather was gusting its way in, blowing onto Alfred's inadequacy dressed frame. (Oh yeah, he'd forgotten to grab his jacket and scarf before leaving too, hadn't he?) Alfred felt his face darken in both annoyance and embarrassment. The door finally slammed shut, although it was closed by his own hand, not some specter's who hadn't even acknowledged his presence.
Did the world hate him or something? Even the dead guy wasn't being straight with him!
And just like on the night with the channel-flipping TV, Alfred decided he'd had enough. Temporarily throwing common sense and his not!fear out the window, he started shouting out anything he could think of to get the pirate captain to make himself known.
He began with name-calling. Labeling the ghost a coward who wouldn't even face him, saying he was the worst pirate ever, and snidely remarking even his own ancestors were ashamed of him, hiding the man's existence from the world, were just some of the taunts he threw out. "Look at how long it took me before anyone even bothered to give me your name!"
That proving unsuccessful, he moved on to declaring himself the official owner of the house by default, since Kirkland obviously didn't care enough to come out and stake his own claim. So he had better be leaving Alfred's stuff alone or start paying rent!
This ended up being equally ineffective
How it all comes together (4b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)Problem was, he had only one last, desperate idea left. And he would have preferred that it didn't have to come to this.
"Fine! If you're not really here, then I guess you won't mind me getting rid of this, will you?" He stomped over to the fireplace, reaching for the bottled ship still sitting undisturbed atop the mantel. Pirate captains always had a thing for their ships, right? This would have to get a rise out of the guy.
His hand found the rounded glass, gripping and lifting the model from the safety of its stand. Letting actions speak louder than words, Alfred made to drop it; let it crash to the floor. But then something happened.
Maybe it was because he didn't want to see any more of Vash's beautiful models broken and ruined, maybe he didn't want another mess to clean up, or maybe it was because Alfred knew, in a part deep inside himself that he'd never been consciously aware of, that he didn't want to see Arthur Kirkland's ship destroyed any more than the pirate captain did. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that he didn't immediately cast it towards the ground. The bottle remained in his hand, held high above Alfred's head, for some moments as the American internally debated within his mind whether or not he was going to follow through with his threat.
Eventually, almost reluctantly, Alfred let it fall. He wasn't going to show weakness or uncertainty in front of his unseen rival.
"Looks like you don't care if your precious ship gets smashed to pieces!" he said, the bravado in his words sounding more forced than he would have liked. He hoped the regret he was feeling didn't show in his voice. "Don't think I'm going to replace this one!" he continued shouting. "It's just going to get swept up and..."
It occurred to Alfred he had yet to hear the crash of breaking glass he'd been expecting.
That definitely should have happened by now.
"Yeah. Swept up and..." his words became softer as he slowly lowered his gaze to the ground where, if gravity was still working correctly, the ship was supposedly lying in fragments. "...dumped in the garbage to..." It landed on the model.
As if someone had caught it before it hit and genteelly placed it there, the bottle sat by his feet; still in one piece, perfectly fine. It wasn't even rolling, despite lacking its display stand.
That shut Alfred up.
"Finally." a voice said from behind him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Alfred turned around. This time, he was sure, he was going to see more than just an open door.
................................................
It wasn't as though he'd had a clear picture in his mind of what the pirate captain might look like, but nonetheless Arthur Kirkland was everything Alfred had expected him to be. Which was strange, actually. If you asked Alfred before what came to mind when one said the word 'pirate', he'd have given you a vague description of a dirty peg-legged man with a long, dark beard. Maybe thrown in a parrot, eye patch and silly hat for good measure. With a skull and crossbones of course!
But the man--no, ghost--before him was none of these things. Well, the hat was a little extravagant....but besides that he was like no pirate that Alfred had ever seen or imagined. And yet Alfred found himself easily accepting--even anticipating--what he saw.
How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 04:24 am (UTC)(link)He was shorter than Alfred, and young too! In life, he couldn't have been much older than the professor was now; maybe even younger. Fitting with his clean-cut appearance, the ghost's face was clean-shaven, no trace of a beard in sight--although Alfred figured the guy's eyebrows more than made up for that. Wow, were they big.
He would have also noted how the dark green shade of the man's ornate coat complimented his eyes, had the specter any color to his form. But since the figure before him appeared only in shadowed grays--like something out of an old-time photograph or black and white movie--Alfred couldn't have known that.
Something, that same something that tried to keep him from dropping the bottle, told him it did though. Even if he himself couldn't actually see the color to confirm it.
"Well? I assume you have something you wish to say to me, what with all that ruckus you were causing." The ghost--Kirkland--gave him an expectant look. Although it would probably have been better classified as a glare.
Alfred opened his mouth, but no sound emerged.
Since it seemed verbal communication was a no-go at that present time, he responded in the second-best way he knew how, when taking all aspects of the situation into consideration.
.................................................
Asked what happened afterwards, Alfred would forever deny he had fainted.
Arthur would say that at least the boy had the manners to wait until he'd finished his question before doing so.
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Oops, put this in the wrong place. Oh well, it looks okay.
Awkward chapter is awkward. Writing Alfred pretty much talking to himself--and balancing his fear and frustration--was hard. But Arthur appears! Sorry this part was a little shorter than the others. Originally this and the next part were going to be posted as one, but I thought this was a nice place to split it up and get you guys a quicker update--I've sadly been falling behind in regards to how far along I wanted to be into this fill by now. Thank you for sticking with me!
And thank you also for all your wonderful comments, anons! Please continue to enjoy! <3
Re: How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 11:30 am (UTC)(link)I've been waiting for this moment since the beginning of your fill! Eeee! xDD
The last two lines were giggletastic, and I love your colour-scheme for Arthur's outfit (though Alfred can't see them yet ^^;)
Keep it up, anon! o^__^o
Re: How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)I seriously want to know what's up with him... I mean, he's the one who technically tried to get Alfred's attention first, what with the salt water, broken bottles, TV stations... it's not like Al had no reason to call him out, heh.
Keep going, authornon! I wait with bated breath.
OP :-)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)And that oh so brief but larger then life glimpse at Kirkland's attitude in the brief moment that we saw him. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. And the last two lines. Even more LOVE.
Seriously this fic is going to be such a fun ride. I can't wait to see where it heads next!
Re: How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-10 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)I can't wait for them to actually start speaking and interact with one another from now on.
Re: How it all comes together (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-14 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)