The panic, the fury, and finally the grief lose their edge. Life returns to normal, leaving only a gaping hole none of them speak of.
*
“You miss them, don’t you?”
Iceland whips his head around. “Grandpa?”
Germania steps over the ocean, through the spray of sea churning against rocks, to stand beside him. “I asked you a question.”
“Even if I do, they don’t miss me.”
Germania shakes his head. “You should see the state they’re in.” He turns Iceland to face him; glares straight into the younger nation’s eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Iceland tears his gaze away. “Why are you here?”
“I don’t like to see my descendents suffering.” Germania gestures around him. “It’s a nice world you’ve built here. But you’ll always be alone.”
“I’ll always—”
“Be alone anyway?” Germania’s lip curls slightly when Iceland doesn’t answer. “Less alone than you’d be like this.” He lets the words sink in, through the relentless crashing of wave after wave upon rocks.
“They miss you, you know.” With that Germania fades away, as suddenly as he came. Iceland stands alone on the shore of his world, the beautiful, desolate world he created, and does not know what to say.
*
“Why are you in my house?”
Denmark drops the duster he’s been using, mouth open but for once with nothing to say.
*
“You mean…you left us because the four of us were paired and you weren’t.” It’s not a question.
Iceland nods.
Norway studies him levelly for a moment, expressionless as always.
And then slaps him.
And then Iceland finds himself in the tightest embrace he’s ever received.
“Idiot,” Norway hisses. “Idiot! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.” There are tears running down his face now. Iceland can’t even remember the last time he’s seen Norway cry. “Don’t ever leave us again.”
“I won’t,” Iceland says, hesitantly raising his arms to return the hug. “Brother.” And he means it.
I really like how you wrote this. Individually, the little vignettes are lovely little gems, with a lot of depth in so few words, and they fit together so well. I was going to pick out the ones I like the best, but then I realized there were too many. Honestly, I was just going to list them all. Suffice it to say that you start off strong and evocative and stay that way for the entire fill.
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Re: Have a third fill~ (pt 2)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-21 06:46 am (UTC)(link)--
Time passes.
The panic, the fury, and finally the grief lose their edge. Life returns to normal, leaving only a gaping hole none of them speak of.
*
“You miss them, don’t you?”
Iceland whips his head around. “Grandpa?”
Germania steps over the ocean, through the spray of sea churning against rocks, to stand beside him. “I asked you a question.”
“Even if I do, they don’t miss me.”
Germania shakes his head. “You should see the state they’re in.” He turns Iceland to face him; glares straight into the younger nation’s eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Iceland tears his gaze away. “Why are you here?”
“I don’t like to see my descendents suffering.” Germania gestures around him. “It’s a nice world you’ve built here. But you’ll always be alone.”
“I’ll always—”
“Be alone anyway?” Germania’s lip curls slightly when Iceland doesn’t answer. “Less alone than you’d be like this.” He lets the words sink in, through the relentless crashing of wave after wave upon rocks.
“They miss you, you know.” With that Germania fades away, as suddenly as he came. Iceland stands alone on the shore of his world, the beautiful, desolate world he created, and does not know what to say.
*
“Why are you in my house?”
Denmark drops the duster he’s been using, mouth open but for once with nothing to say.
*
“You mean…you left us because the four of us were paired and you weren’t.” It’s not a question.
Iceland nods.
Norway studies him levelly for a moment, expressionless as always.
And then slaps him.
And then Iceland finds himself in the tightest embrace he’s ever received.
“Idiot,” Norway hisses. “Idiot! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.” There are tears running down his face now. Iceland can’t even remember the last time he’s seen Norway cry. “Don’t ever leave us again.”
“I won’t,” Iceland says, hesitantly raising his arms to return the hug. “Brother.” And he means it.
Re: Have a third fill~ (pt 2)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 05:12 am (UTC)(link)I really like how you wrote this. Individually, the little vignettes are lovely little gems, with a lot of depth in so few words, and they fit together so well. I was going to pick out the ones I like the best, but then I realized there were too many. Honestly, I was just going to list them all. Suffice it to say that you start off strong and evocative and stay that way for the entire fill.
tl;dr I really, really like this. Well done.
a!a
(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 09:57 am (UTC)(link)