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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 7a/10
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Iceland leans into the embrace with a soft sigh. His frigid cheek is resting against Norway’s chest. Norway is certain that he must be able hear his heartbeat, because he can hear it himself, pounding in his ears and thundering through his veins.
Sometimes Norway can’t believe that anything could be as dear to him as Ice is. It’s like a fire that burns in his blood. He wants to fight, to rage against any and every the evil in the world that may be out to get his little brother. He wants to stand over him with clenched teeth and a good sharp sword when he’s threatened. He wants to pull him up when he’s down.
And yet Norway can’t even protect him from that bad-tempered drugged-up pervert friend of Denmark’s who lives across the sea.
The frustration makes Norway want to hit someone. But instead he strokes his thumb across the back of Iceland’s hand and mutters, “It’ll be okay, Ice.”
“I know,” Iceland sighs. Norway can feel the warm breath against his sweater. “It was okay for centuries. It’ll be okay again.”
“It’ll be better than it was before,” Norway assures him. “I promise.”
I just wish I knew how to keep that promise.
The helplessness is agonizing.
Norway’s felt like this before. Recently, even. He felt like this when he saw Iceland out of his mind with fever just weeks ago. And when Laki erupted back in 1783 and Iceland could barely stand because a quarter of his population was starving to death. And he has a vivid memory of little Iceland in the 1200s, scrawny and troubled and crying in his sleep because his clans wouldn’t stop killing each other.
Norway feels especially bad about that last one, since it was his king that triggered all the bloodshed. And he feels even worse as he suddenly realizes that that young, vulnerable Iceland he remembers was about 200 years older than the Iceland that Netherlands had taken advantage of.
The thought makes him absolutely sick.
The room dissolves in a haze of red rage. “Iceland,” he says, suddenly livid, “why can’t I kill Netherlands?”
Iceland pulls away slightly. He gives Norway a pained look, and for a moment Norway is full of guilt, but Ice’s answer is smooth and pointed. “I think the Dutch government might take a bit of issue with that.”
Norway frowns. “I’m serious. I… I don’t want to upset you, Ice. I’m sorry if I did earlier. But what he did was wrong. So wrong. It makes my blood boil. It’s been hundreds of years, Iceland. Hundreds. And still, it hurts you. Take that as a measure of the sheer wrongness of what he did. If I killed him, he’d deserve it.”
“He wouldn’t.”
Norway raises a blunt eyebrow. “What?”
Iceland isn’t meeting his eye. He looks naïve and bewildered, and Norway feels the fire in his blood again. “He wouldn’t deserve it. Not any more than any of the rest of us.”
Norway can’t believe it. “Ice, he—”
“I know what he did.”
“Well, of course you do, but—”
“I know what he did better than you do, and I think, if I’m entitled to one thing, it’s to be able to pass judgment on him myself!” Iceland’s voice rises, both in volume and pitch. He wrenches himself away from Norway’s embrace, leaning back so that he can look him in the eye.
Norway is baffled. “Ice… of course you are. But please, can you listen to me?”
Iceland bites his lip. “Okay. What?”
“Netherlands did a horrible thing. He’s gotten off without any consequences. That’s not right, is it? He deserves whatever consequences we give him.”
Iceland shakes his head emphatically. “No. He deserves whatever consequences I give him. Just me. Not anybody else.”
Norway opens his mouth to point out how ridiculous that is, but Iceland cuts him off.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7c/10
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 07:26 am (UTC)(link)“I can think of a hundred things that I’ve done that still make me cringe with shame. Everyone else in the world has forgotten them or moved on, but I still remember. Sometimes, they’re things that everyone else never even knew. Apparently, the ash from Laki killed over six million people worldwide in 1783. Nobody knew it at the time. I didn’t know. By the time scientists figured it out, it was so far in the past that nobody else cared. But I cared. And... and in a few decades, everybody else will forget about my banks. But I won’t forget.
“My point is… even if everybody else leaves us alone, we can’t leave ourselves alone. We’re always punished by regret. I think that that’s the only justice I need.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“I didn’t know you were such an orator,” Norway says flatly.
Iceland scowls.
“I’m glad you told me. You do have a point. There… are things I regret too.” And so there are. Dark shadows of the past that dance around the edge of Norway’s consciousness, cackling and looming as he acknowledges their presence. He pushes them away resolutely. “But Ice, how do you know Netherlands feels bad about what he did?”
Iceland shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I can tell by the way he tries not to look at me, and the look he gives me when he can’t stand not to look at me any longer. And I know he must because we all change and get over the past. I’ve never been able to think about him as anyone other than the person I met a thousand years ago. I think it’s time I try to look again.”
Norway shakes his head. He feels a sense of apprehension building in his stomach. “Ice… you’re not blaming yourself for what’s gone on, are you?”
Iceland shakes his head. “No, no. I’m blaming… I don’t know. I don’t want to blame anyone. I just want to get over it. I want to let it go and move on.”
He looks up at Norway, eyes wide, and once again Norway is struck by how much he cares for his brother. “That’s why I don’t want you guys to make a big deal about it. The bigger a deal it becomes, the harder it is to just put in the past. I’m sick of it. I just want it to be over. Can you understand that?”
Norway frowns. “I just want to make things better for you.”
“They’ll be better for me once it's all over.”
“You’re sure? You’re not confused? I don’t want you to make a choice, and later—”
“Norway, I’m not a child anymore.” Iceland gives him a pointed look. “I’m old. Maybe not as old as you, but old nonetheless. I know what I want. I know what I’m talking about.”
Norway looks at him. His little brother. He has a fierce, sharp look about him, a sort of disapproving, self-assured strength. Norway can almost recognize himself in that look. There’s something else too, something opposite. A deep, desperate fear. An ill-disguised insecurity.
“I’m not a kid,” Iceland is saying. “I may be your little brother, but I’m your equal. Can’t you respect me as such?”
Norway can hear a forlorn, pleading little unspoken voice add a word to the end of the sentence.
…please?
“I trust you,” says Norway. “I know you can take care of yourself. I’m sorry if I’m overbearing sometimes… I just worry about you, even when I know you’re okay on your own.”
Iceland gives him a guarded look. “So you’ll let me take care of this myself?”
“As long as you tell me if you do need help. Until then, I’ll just be here to cheer you up and… and give you hugs.” He extends an arm, inviting Ice back into his embrace.
Iceland doesn’t smile—he rarely does—but his eyes say everything. He cuddles up against Norway, sighing softly. “Thanks, Nor.”
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 07:29 am (UTC)(link)“Ice, do you want to know something?”
“Hmm?”
“When you get hurt, the rest of us hurt too. It kills us to see you so unhappy. Netherlands caused more misery than you know. So… can you really blame us for being furious with him? Wouldn’t you rather have us angry than not caring at all?”
Iceland is silent for a moment.
“Ice, this has nothing to do with you being my little brother. I’d want to kill Netherlands if he laid a hand on, say, Finland. Or Sweden. Maybe even Denmark.”
Iceland lets out a snort of laughter. “You’re right,” he admits. “I… I’m actually glad that you’re angry with him. It’s nice to… to know you guys care about me.”
Norway smiles and pulls Iceland closer.
His little brother is safe in his arms.
He thinks he can keep his promise. Things will be better than before.
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The second 7a up there should be 7b. :P This is why updating at midnight is a bad idea.
Anyways, thanks as always for the comments! I've replied to some of the ones on the last part that I had been meaning to earlier. See you in hopefully-less-than-a-month! *knocks on wood* :P
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 10:22 am (UTC)(link)Ice is so mature. My reaction towards people who've messed me up (although nothing like this) is very much a desire to punch them in the face. I am honestly impressed with the way you've made him so mature about this. At least in comparison to me.
Iceland and Netherlands need to have a long talk, me thinks. Even though it'll be awkward as fuck. Ho hum. *pitches new winter tent*
author anon
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)Heh, I hope his maturity doesn't seem out of place. My reasoning was that since so much time had passed, he'd sort of come to terms with it but hadn't realized that yet. (Plus, I thought, in serious fics at least, nations have to be rather mature because if they weren't, they all would've killed each other by now. :P)
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)And, Ice is so mature about this. Though I suppose, one goes through stages when someone hurts you this badly. I used to hate the one who did it to me, but now I've moved past hating him because I know now that he deeply regrets what he did. And with Ice having centuries to think it over, I guess he would have gotten to that stage by now.
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 02:16 am (UTC)(link)I was more than a little concerned about this chapter, because I worried that I'd made Ice too mature about it. :/ So... I'm glad it seems to make sense to you.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 02:15 am (UTC)(link)Oh god I love this so much I don't even --
skladja;sdjas'daglkfsa.
Okay, I really love traumatized!Iceland, and wow, I really admire how mature he is about the situation now (well, he did have centuries to. . . think about it). And I am seriously enjoying this Nordic brotherly fluff a loooot.
And I love the idea of Denmark and Netherlands being BFFs. Their argument scene totally reminded me of that one. . . in Clannad -- which is a good thing. (Why am I referencing random stuff, aha. . . )
Yes, I'm liking a lot.
I look forward to Iceland and Netherlands finally talking. . . 8 A 8
Awesome job so far! <33333
/bookmarks.
//CAMPS OUT.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-05-21 03:32 am (UTC)(link)I really love this fic and all the characterizations. Iceland is just so mature and strong in this
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2011-05-21 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)I like the way of thinking in this, the fact that they are nations, hundreds years old, I think it was well done.
Re: And Such Are The Consequences 7d/10
(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)But. Let me say this.
This fic was beautiful and heartbreaking. I read it all in one sitting because I was fucking entranced. You are a truly gifted writer, and I hope you've gone on to do more fandom writing somewhere out there. My heart fucking aches for all of them, especially Ice. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried. Just...I don't even know what else to say, but on the off chance you see this just know that it's one of my all time favorite fics in any fandom, and this thread will forever be in my bookmarks.