So it's sort of loosely Hetalia/Fallout 3, but nothing too super obvious I think. I actually wrote this beforehand, but I remembered this prompt and I thought some other people might enjoy it.
I'm tickled pink That things are rosy And skies are blue once again--
The boy continued to rummage through the cans, humming as he did. He looked carefully at an unopened one, appraising it. The label had long since peeled off, leaving only the dull aluminium. Turning the can over in his hands, he saw no punctures or even major dents. He set it aside. He’d have to open it later, back at camp.
The song had changed. That was too bad, he’d liked the last one. He didn’t like this one as much. Because he’d never been back home maybe? Well, no one had been nowadays.
Sighing, the boy sat back on his haunches. Maybe more food was elsewhere in the camp? He’d checked the tables already. All these raiders had was alcohol. How long could you live on that, anyways? He could live a while, probably. He didn’t eat much. He stood up and kicked the cans, pleased with the way they scattered. One knocked into a decrepit building hard enough to send a bit of dust fluttering. The can was flattened. The boy smiled.
Boy was, perhaps, something of an understatement. He looked anywhere from fourteen to sixteen. Or, so people said. He shoved long, greasy blonde hair out of his face, taking in the landscape. He didn’t see anything moving among the bombed-out buildings. Dog hadn’t made any noises, either. Dog could hear a lot better than he could.
A dull glint caught his eye. All the ammo he could salvage had already been taken off the raiders, but maybe-- yes, there they were. Two ammo boxes and a grenade box shoved beneath a bit of wood. Striding over, the boy tossed the wood off. Dog was by his side now, wholly uninterested in the wood. That was just as well, it was too big for dog to catch, or even drag.
The first box yielded quite a few eight millimeter bullets. Grinning, the boy tucked them away into some unseen, safe place. It was too bad that the other boxes had nothing especially useful. He took a frag grenade anyway, just in case.
The camp was decimated. The raiders had already trashed it, and even he would admit that he hadn’t helped its state. One table had been knocked over, and one of the mattresses, already filthy, was now soaked with gore. He was glad he had his own camp. He used to just sleep wherever there was a mattress.
But, there was nothing useful left to take. The boy rolled his shoulders and started back to camp. The rest could go to the scavengers. Dog turned and growled. The boy’s hand went to the sub-machine gun at his hip, and he crouched slightly. Voices rang in the distance. More raiders?
He could see them now, one tall enough to see his whole head. It peeked above the ruined walls, looking down at his companion. The man didn’t look like a raider. His face wasn’t raider-y enough.
The two walked past the broken wall. They looked woefully underdressed for the wasteland, with only pre-war clothes. They both carried pistols at their hip. They didn’t even have bags. The boy’s chest began to buzz, not a bad buzz, but odd. He didn’t feel nervous, or even scared. Dog seemed less scared, too. He barked anyways.
The two looked up sharply, the smaller drawing his weapon. He was small, with lighter hair than the boy. He wore green. It might have been a uniform once, but it had been scrapped and mended so many times it was hard to tell. The man looked weary, but not desperate. That was good. Desperate people shot first and true.
It was the second man that worried the boy. He was big. One of the biggest humans the boy had seen. He wore a long coat. It was impossible to tell just how wide the man really was. He could have anything in that coat. Why else would he be wearing it (and a scarf!) in the hot wasteland sun? The man simply felt dangerous. Like a Yao Guai.
Dog didn’t seem worried, though. That was good. Dog was better at reading people than the boy. In fact, Dog had sat down.
The smaller of the two was staring at him. He had lowered his gun, and was now gaping, seemingly unable to form words. The larger stepped forward. “Excuse me.”
Cautiously straightening, the boy relaxed his arm. “Yeah?”
The man was smiling, his companion now staring at the boy. “We’re looking for someone. About yey tall,” He gestured about six inches above the boy’s head, “looks a lot like you?”
The boy shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen anyone like that. You could ask the Brotherhood.” Looked like him? It had been a while since he had seen his own reflection. Not since Rivet City, at least.
The man nodded. “I see. Where would they be?” How long had the two been in the capital, that they hadn’t encountered the Brotherhood?
The boy shrugged and pointed north. “That way. Ish.”
The tall man stared for a moment, still smiling. “...Thank you.” The boy nodded. Gesturing to his companion, the tall man turned, carefully stepping over the headless body of one of the raiders as he went.
It was a moment before the smaller man turned. But as he went, he stopped, looking back. “...You’re sure?” He asked hoarsely.
The boy nodded. “If it’s anyone really important, the Brotherhood will know.” The man continued to stare. He looked hollow. Finally, he turned and left.
The boy watched them go, feeling the buzz in his chest fade. Two silhouettes disappeared into the bombed-out city.
The Capital Wasteland turned and walked back to camp, idly kicking a can as he went. Dog followed.
A Yao Guai, for those who don't know, is a mutated bear. As for the buzzing mentioned, it's a personal headcanon of mine that nations can sense eachother, which manifests as the buzzing.
OP is getting so much fills. OP is undeserving of these fills.
And OP is addicted to all of these.
Including this one.
How should I say it? I'm not sure, but this... It's wistful. Peaceful. Serene.
Yes, that's the word. Serene. It puts the mind and soul at rest, and the wording and writing style is almost languid and content. Brief and matter-of-fact. Tranquil. Clear cut. I loved the simple words you wrote with, the simplistic sentence structure- It was so poetic.
My favorite phrase, by the way, was "Desperate people shot first and true." I could relate to it, somehow.
The whole fic's also hopeful. It stirs up something in my chest that I can't put words on.
I think the best way I can really explain it is via metaphor- this whole thing just feels like that moment when you're awake before everybody else and you're just watching the sun rise on the balcony by yourself with a cup of coffee. Or the lapping of the sea. I just felt something well up inside me and I had a small smile at the end.
It just gives me those vibes, like this whole fic was heading towards that bright future-to-be. Another day trying to survive but still having that everyday-routine thing vibe. Yeah.
I really don't know how to say it but.
I know I love it. Thank you so much for sharing it.
-OP
(But oh, does A!Anon mind OP asking who the other nations were?)
A!Anon (probably should have had a longer author's note)
I'm so glad you liked it! The two nations were Russia (who came over via the bering strait) and England (who tagged along because Canada and America). I wanted to describe them better to give the reader a better picture of who they were, but I couldn't find a way to do it without breaking the mood of the prose. Canada might have been there too. You can decide.
They are all looking for America, and figured that DC would be the most likely place. I'm considering writing a companion fic from their point of view, but I'm undecided on that.
I suppose it should be noted here that (spoiler? This probably won't ever be a series, so I don't think so)America is alive. Unfortunately for Russia and England, he's on the other side of the country. Specifically, he is now the personification of New Vegas, seeing as its the most pre-war area seen in the game. So there's that tidbit. I think that Canada, if he's not with England and Russia, is probably somewhere in Quebec. Why? I dunno. I always just imagine that Quebec probably had limited survivors that would rebuild.
But anyways I could probably write you a whole essay on where everyone is and all their motivations but I don't want to bore you. So, thank you so much for the praise, and I'm glad you liked the story!
Re: A!Anon (probably should have had a longer author's note)
Ah-hah! So OP's assumptions were right! (I just didn't post it in case I was wrong and I had no idea why England would be with Russia. O_o xD) You have wonderful characterization.
You can write me a whole essay- This OP would read it through, that's for sure. Poor England and Russia (And possibly Canada) though- Trekking across that vast land. They must be tired. I wish I can see them all reuniting.
Ha ha, I can see Quebec doing that; This OP happens to be from Canada. I can imagine Canada helping rebuild his own country, hidden as his own citizen. Mysterious new comer that popped up suddenly, much? Funny because Quebec must have been that one province that caused him the most headaches. Along with Ontario. They would have been at each other's throats, if Province-tans existed.
I don't mind if you don't write the companion fic or not; it's so poignant as a oneshot. If you do write it, however, I'm sure that it'll be wonderful. (And interesting; I quite like your writing style and this universe.)
-OP
A!Anon (will now write a mini essay on headcanons)
When I was writing this, I sort of knew that Russia would be there, as he had the most direct access-- the Bering Strait. As for why he's looking for America, it's mostly because while Russia didn't like America, he acknowledges that he's a strong kid. Mostly, he's curious about how North America turned out. England had a similar idea with the Bering Strait, and met up with russia on the border of what used to be Russia.
I'm not sure exactly who survived the bombs falling, but it's for sure Russia, Germany, France, Spain, North Italy, Poland, Estonia, South Korea, Australia, New Zealand, and Hungary. Probably surviving would be Austria, Liechtenstein, Prussia, Belarus, Japan, Lithuania, Taiwan, Tibet, and the Nordics. Nation's I'm really iffy about surviving are Ukraine, Sealand (most of the micronations really), Greece, South Italy, and Turkey. Nations I'm sure are dead are Latvia, Cuba, Switzerland.
I don't have many I'm absolutely sure are dead, mostly because I'm paranoid that I'll realize that I meant for a dead character to live and I'll need to bend another character. Feel free to ask about anyone I didn't list.
In Europe, mostly in central to western, nations have congregated and are rebuilding. They didn't get bombed as much, so they are in a state similar to the Mojave-- they are just about at 1920's level of civilization, with established law and even agriculture. They've also had 200 years to build, but with the loss of nearly all major technology, disease and starvation keep their numbers down. They also have the issue of mutated wildlife. While they don't have deathclaws or supermutants, they have creatures similar to the mutated geckos and bugs of the Mojave.
Over in East Asia, China has been devastated. No one is really sure if he lives or not. South Korea has been searching recently, joined by (possibly) Japan and Taiwan. Russia has been to both the New Europe are and the northern border of China, where he met South Korea (and Japan and Taiwan). He has informed them of the goings on in New Europe. However, South Korea has been busy looking for any other asian survivors, particularly China.
China may or may not be alive, by the way. My decision fluctuates every time I think about it. I'm leaning towards alive, and possibly a ghoul.
Tibet's off doing his own thing in the Himalayas. He's rebuilding quite well. India's there too (maybe).
When England and Russia Set out, they both agreed that DC was the most likely place to find America. They went pretty much as the crow flies-- being nations, they didn't need much food or medicine. Neither of them even considered the Mojave as being livable. They might have encountered Canada on the way.
However, the Mojave is teeming with life. Mainly, the New California Republic and Caesar's Legion. NCR looks quite a lot like America, and he acts like him too. He only knows America as New Vegas. Legion, on the other hand, suspects that New Vegas is older than he tells.
Legion looks surprisingly like South Italy, though there's no true relation. His hair is shorter and darker, along with being slicked back. He's pretty no-nonsense, and has an unfortunate cruel streak. He and NCR are always at one another's throats.
(spoilers? If I did make a complete story, this would be the outline.)
After the encounter in Intersection, Russia and America do meet up with the Brotherhood of Steel. They haven't heard from America, either. In fact, they've never heard of nations, period. Capital Wasteland is an unknown entity. They will, however, direct the two to the West Coast Brotherhood, and the NCR. The leader of the NCR do know of nations, and NCR himself is quartered with the other soldiers.
Russia and England head west, and end up meeting Legion first. They are not impressed. However, Legion does direct them to New Vegas. This seeming promising to Russia and England, they set off, meeting NCR along the way. He also directs them to New Vegas, and England requests that he tag along, mostly because of how much he acts like America. Russia politely does not comment. The trio make it to New Vegas, and England and Russia both make a beeline to a nearby casino. Dealing for one of the blackjack tables is an extremely familiar man who is somehow managing to wear an eyepatch and a pair of glasses at the same time.
England almost tackles America. America is happy to reciprocate. A joyous/ awkward reunion is had between all. After explaining the situation of the rest of the world, America is happy to hear that so many survived. HE's also pretty interested in the Capital Wasteland, whom he's never met. However, he can't leave New Vegas, right now at least. NCR and Caesar's legion are on the brink of war, and New Vegas may have to be protected.
Agreements are made that after everything settles down, America will come visit. NCR is also pretty interested in visiting New Europe, seeing as he's only met four other countries in his life. Maybe they can even bring the Capital Wasteland too-- it's not like he has a government to attend to.
...That's where the story would end. Except maybe a bonus scene with CW bringing over to New Europe a very pregnant Dog. He never actually checked Dog's sex, as it turns out. So then everyone gets puppies. Especially Germany.
Haa, that was long. And not as well written as I'd like it to be. But there is an essay just for OP, so that they may see what I think Hetalia/fallout would be like.
OP is back from Life and would like to say thank you for the essay if Anon is still around. I read the whole thing through and wow.
You should write this.
I can imagine the reunion Dealing for one of the blackjack tables is an extremely familiar man who is somehow managing to wear an eyepatch and a pair of glasses at the same time. and wow. Just imagining it gives me the feeling of content happiness.
(That's so America, by the way.)
If Anon is still around, just a few questions I had but never got to really post because I didn't have time on the day I read your comment (Thank you for taking the time to write it!)- But I am in love with your world. (Crossover. Fusion. Whatever this is.) If I like the above fill for it's action and plot (And the rest for heartbreakers), I like yours because of the little details and nostalgic feelings it brings.
Oh, right- How is renovation in the Americas and Asia coming along? I know China is devastated but is Korea and Co. doing some building while the look through the heaps? How are the Nordics?
You should write a series of interconnected drabbles, if you have the time and muse to do it. You certainly have the world building to go with it.
A!Anon is glad that OP likes the fill and the essay! You really flatter me~
As for your questions, the Americas are like they are in the games: civilization is closer to the wild west than anything else. There are a few local governments, but there isn't really a unified government until you get to the NCR, and even that is loose. There are quite a few shanties made from scraps, but no real buildings, mostly because there is very little plant life. All that grows is hardy, tough plants, some of which are even edible.
Asia is much the same, though most of China is more like The Capital Wasteland: anarchy. Korea and the other east asian are faring a little better. The exception is Japan. There have massive issues rebuilding, mostly because there's so much to rebuild. The land is covered in rubble.
Korea is helping with what he can as he searches, but the land is very heavily irradiated. It may be a while before anything grows in mainland China.
The Nordics are freezing. Literally. While they may not have been hit as heavily, the bombs had a huge effect on the climate for them. A few hardy people live up there, hunting what they can, but most have moved to warmer climates.
Once life in general and school in particular release their hold, I probably will do a few more drabbles. I think about this "universe" a lot, as you can probably tell... But if/when I do write more, I'll probably post them here for easy access for the tremendously kind OP.
Thank you, OP, for taking the time to read through my clumsily written headcanons!
Derp, you probably meant the nordic countries themselves. Denmark is okay, but reeling form the loss of Norway. Finland and Sweden are unknown, but there are a few alleged sightings. The fate of Iceland is entirely unknown, as no one has been able to get there.
Not A!Anon, but IMO the really tall guy with the scarf is most likely Russia, and the smaller guy with the green maybe-uniform is probably England, not only because of the clothes but also he seems more obviously upset by the Capital Wasteland's response. A great fill!
xD Thank you very much for the comment, Anon! I assumed so but I was unsure on England. (Russia I got because well, hey, SCARF. xD) (Russia ain't Russia without his scarf.)
I appreciate your taking time to reply; thanks a lot!
I'D ALWAYS HOPED FOR THIS CROSSOVER BUT I'D GIVEN UP WISHING FOR IT, OH MY GOD, AUTHOR!ANON THIS IS SO SO GREAT - I'll admit before reading the comments I wondered if America himself had split into the various surviving regions and didn't even recognize his own identity? But reading your headcanons provided such a good alternative to that, too. ^_^ I'd love reading all that fleshed out in a longer story. (Especially ghoul China.)
Your idea is probably much more interesting than mine, and would probably be more interesting if stretched out. As for my own headcanon, if I had more work ethic, I'd totally flesh it out. But I'm lazy, and I really don't trust myself to write something that long and still maintain the quality. Ghoul China does sound like so much fun to write, though...
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Intersection [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)I'm tickled pink
That things are rosy
And skies are blue once again--
The boy continued to rummage through the cans, humming as he did. He looked carefully at an unopened one, appraising it. The label had long since peeled off, leaving only the dull aluminium. Turning the can over in his hands, he saw no punctures or even major dents. He set it aside. He’d have to open it later, back at camp.
The song had changed. That was too bad, he’d liked the last one. He didn’t like this one as much. Because he’d never been back home maybe? Well, no one had been nowadays.
Sighing, the boy sat back on his haunches. Maybe more food was elsewhere in the camp? He’d checked the tables already. All these raiders had was alcohol. How long could you live on that, anyways? He could live a while, probably. He didn’t eat much. He stood up and kicked the cans, pleased with the way they scattered. One knocked into a decrepit building hard enough to send a bit of dust fluttering. The can was flattened. The boy smiled.
Boy was, perhaps, something of an understatement. He looked anywhere from fourteen to sixteen. Or, so people said. He shoved long, greasy blonde hair out of his face, taking in the landscape. He didn’t see anything moving among the bombed-out buildings. Dog hadn’t made any noises, either. Dog could hear a lot better than he could.
A dull glint caught his eye. All the ammo he could salvage had already been taken off the raiders, but maybe-- yes, there they were. Two ammo boxes and a grenade box shoved beneath a bit of wood. Striding over, the boy tossed the wood off. Dog was by his side now, wholly uninterested in the wood. That was just as well, it was too big for dog to catch, or even drag.
The first box yielded quite a few eight millimeter bullets. Grinning, the boy tucked them away into some unseen, safe place. It was too bad that the other boxes had nothing especially useful. He took a frag grenade anyway, just in case.
The camp was decimated. The raiders had already trashed it, and even he would admit that he hadn’t helped its state. One table had been knocked over, and one of the mattresses, already filthy, was now soaked with gore. He was glad he had his own camp. He used to just sleep wherever there was a mattress.
But, there was nothing useful left to take. The boy rolled his shoulders and started back to camp. The rest could go to the scavengers.
Dog turned and growled. The boy’s hand went to the sub-machine gun at his hip, and he crouched slightly. Voices rang in the distance. More raiders?
He could see them now, one tall enough to see his whole head. It peeked above the ruined walls, looking down at his companion. The man didn’t look like a raider. His face wasn’t raider-y enough.
The two walked past the broken wall. They looked woefully underdressed for the wasteland, with only pre-war clothes. They both carried pistols at their hip. They didn’t even have bags. The boy’s chest began to buzz, not a bad buzz, but odd. He didn’t feel nervous, or even scared. Dog seemed less scared, too. He barked anyways.
The two looked up sharply, the smaller drawing his weapon. He was small, with lighter hair than the boy. He wore green. It might have been a uniform once, but it had been scrapped and mended so many times it was hard to tell. The man looked weary, but not desperate. That was good. Desperate people shot first and true.
It was the second man that worried the boy. He was big. One of the biggest humans the boy had seen. He wore a long coat. It was impossible to tell just how wide the man really was. He could have anything in that coat. Why else would he be wearing it (and a scarf!) in the hot wasteland sun? The man simply felt dangerous. Like a Yao Guai.
Dog didn’t seem worried, though. That was good. Dog was better at reading people than the boy. In fact, Dog had sat down.
The smaller of the two was staring at him. He had lowered his gun, and was now gaping, seemingly unable to form words. The larger stepped forward. “Excuse me.”
Cautiously straightening, the boy relaxed his arm. “Yeah?”
The man was smiling, his companion now staring at the boy. “We’re looking for someone. About yey tall,” He gestured about six inches above the boy’s head, “looks a lot like you?”
The boy shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen anyone like that. You could ask the Brotherhood.” Looked like him? It had been a while since he had seen his own reflection. Not since Rivet City, at least.
The man nodded. “I see. Where would they be?” How long had the two been in the capital, that they hadn’t encountered the Brotherhood?
The boy shrugged and pointed north. “That way. Ish.”
The tall man stared for a moment, still smiling. “...Thank you.” The boy nodded. Gesturing to his companion, the tall man turned, carefully stepping over the headless body of one of the raiders as he went.
It was a moment before the smaller man turned. But as he went, he stopped, looking back. “...You’re sure?” He asked hoarsely.
The boy nodded. “If it’s anyone really important, the Brotherhood will know.” The man continued to stare. He looked hollow. Finally, he turned and left.
The boy watched them go, feeling the buzz in his chest fade. Two silhouettes disappeared into the bombed-out city.
The Capital Wasteland turned and walked back to camp, idly kicking a can as he went. Dog followed.
A Yao Guai, for those who don't know, is a mutated bear. As for the buzzing mentioned, it's a personal headcanon of mine that nations can sense eachother, which manifests as the buzzing.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)And OP is addicted to all of these.
Including this one.
How should I say it? I'm not sure, but this... It's wistful. Peaceful. Serene.
Yes, that's the word. Serene. It puts the mind and soul at rest, and the wording and writing style is almost languid and content. Brief and matter-of-fact. Tranquil. Clear cut. I loved the simple words you wrote with, the simplistic sentence structure- It was so poetic.
My favorite phrase, by the way, was "Desperate people shot first and true." I could relate to it, somehow.
The whole fic's also hopeful. It stirs up something in my chest that I can't put words on.
I think the best way I can really explain it is via metaphor- this whole thing just feels like that moment when you're awake before everybody else and you're just watching the sun rise on the balcony by yourself with a cup of coffee. Or the lapping of the sea. I just felt something well up inside me and I had a small smile at the end.
It just gives me those vibes, like this whole fic was heading towards that bright future-to-be. Another day trying to survive but still having that everyday-routine thing vibe. Yeah.
I really don't know how to say it but.
I know I love it. Thank you so much for sharing it.
-OP
(But oh, does A!Anon mind OP asking who the other nations were?)
A!Anon (probably should have had a longer author's note)
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)They are all looking for America, and figured that DC would be the most likely place. I'm considering writing a companion fic from their point of view, but I'm undecided on that.
I suppose it should be noted here that (spoiler? This probably won't ever be a series, so I don't think so)America is alive. Unfortunately for Russia and England, he's on the other side of the country. Specifically, he is now the personification of New Vegas, seeing as its the most pre-war area seen in the game. So there's that tidbit. I think that Canada, if he's not with England and Russia, is probably somewhere in Quebec. Why? I dunno. I always just imagine that Quebec probably had limited survivors that would rebuild.
But anyways I could probably write you a whole essay on where everyone is and all their motivations but I don't want to bore you. So, thank you so much for the praise, and I'm glad you liked the story!
Re: A!Anon (probably should have had a longer author's note)
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)You can write me a whole essay- This OP would read it through, that's for sure. Poor England and Russia (And possibly Canada) though- Trekking across that vast land. They must be tired. I wish I can see them all reuniting.
Ha ha, I can see Quebec doing that; This OP happens to be from Canada. I can imagine Canada helping rebuild his own country, hidden as his own citizen. Mysterious new comer that popped up suddenly, much? Funny because Quebec must have been that one province that caused him the most headaches. Along with Ontario. They would have been at each other's throats, if Province-tans existed.
I don't mind if you don't write the companion fic or not; it's so poignant as a oneshot. If you do write it, however, I'm sure that it'll be wonderful. (And interesting; I quite like your writing style and this universe.)
-OP
A!Anon (will now write a mini essay on headcanons)
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 12:21 am (UTC)(link)I'm not sure exactly who survived the bombs falling, but it's for sure Russia, Germany, France, Spain, North Italy, Poland, Estonia, South Korea, Australia, New Zealand, and Hungary. Probably surviving would be Austria, Liechtenstein, Prussia, Belarus, Japan, Lithuania, Taiwan, Tibet, and the Nordics. Nation's I'm really iffy about surviving are Ukraine, Sealand (most of the micronations really), Greece, South Italy, and Turkey. Nations I'm sure are dead are Latvia, Cuba, Switzerland.
I don't have many I'm absolutely sure are dead, mostly because I'm paranoid that I'll realize that I meant for a dead character to live and I'll need to bend another character. Feel free to ask about anyone I didn't list.
In Europe, mostly in central to western, nations have congregated and are rebuilding. They didn't get bombed as much, so they are in a state similar to the Mojave-- they are just about at 1920's level of civilization, with established law and even agriculture. They've also had 200 years to build, but with the loss of nearly all major technology, disease and starvation keep their numbers down. They also have the issue of mutated wildlife. While they don't have deathclaws or supermutants, they have creatures similar to the mutated geckos and bugs of the Mojave.
Over in East Asia, China has been devastated. No one is really sure if he lives or not. South Korea has been searching recently, joined by (possibly) Japan and Taiwan. Russia has been to both the New Europe are and the northern border of China, where he met South Korea (and Japan and Taiwan). He has informed them of the goings on in New Europe. However, South Korea has been busy looking for any other asian survivors, particularly China.
China may or may not be alive, by the way. My decision fluctuates every time I think about it. I'm leaning towards alive, and possibly a ghoul.
Tibet's off doing his own thing in the Himalayas. He's rebuilding quite well. India's there too (maybe).
When England and Russia Set out, they both agreed that DC was the most likely place to find America. They went pretty much as the crow flies-- being nations, they didn't need much food or medicine. Neither of them even considered the Mojave as being livable. They might have encountered Canada on the way.
However, the Mojave is teeming with life. Mainly, the New California Republic and Caesar's Legion. NCR looks quite a lot like America, and he acts like him too. He only knows America as New Vegas. Legion, on the other hand, suspects that New Vegas is older than he tells.
Legion looks surprisingly like South Italy, though there's no true relation. His hair is shorter and darker, along with being slicked back. He's pretty no-nonsense, and has an unfortunate cruel streak. He and NCR are always at one another's throats.
(spoilers? If I did make a complete story, this would be the outline.)
After the encounter in Intersection, Russia and America do meet up with the Brotherhood of Steel. They haven't heard from America, either. In fact, they've never heard of nations, period. Capital Wasteland is an unknown entity. They will, however, direct the two to the West Coast Brotherhood, and the NCR. The leader of the NCR do know of nations, and NCR himself is quartered with the other soldiers.
Russia and England head west, and end up meeting Legion first. They are not impressed. However, Legion does direct them to New Vegas. This seeming promising to Russia and England, they set off, meeting NCR along the way. He also directs them to New Vegas, and England requests that he tag along, mostly because of how much he acts like America. Russia politely does not comment. The trio make it to New Vegas, and England and Russia both make a beeline to a nearby casino. Dealing for one of the blackjack tables is an extremely familiar man who is somehow managing to wear an eyepatch and a pair of glasses at the same time.
England almost tackles America. America is happy to reciprocate. A joyous/ awkward reunion is had between all. After explaining the situation of the rest of the world, America is happy to hear that so many survived. HE's also pretty interested in the Capital Wasteland, whom he's never met. However, he can't leave New Vegas, right now at least. NCR and Caesar's legion are on the brink of war, and New Vegas may have to be protected.
Agreements are made that after everything settles down, America will come visit. NCR is also pretty interested in visiting New Europe, seeing as he's only met four other countries in his life. Maybe they can even bring the Capital Wasteland too-- it's not like he has a government to attend to.
...That's where the story would end. Except maybe a bonus scene with CW bringing over to New Europe a very pregnant Dog. He never actually checked Dog's sex, as it turns out. So then everyone gets puppies. Especially Germany.
Haa, that was long. And not as well written as I'd like it to be. But there is an essay just for OP, so that they may see what I think Hetalia/fallout would be like.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-11-07 04:38 am (UTC)(link)You should write this.
I can imagine the reunion Dealing for one of the blackjack tables is an extremely familiar man who is somehow managing to wear an eyepatch and a pair of glasses at the same time. and wow. Just imagining it gives me the feeling of content happiness.
(That's so America, by the way.)
If Anon is still around, just a few questions I had but never got to really post because I didn't have time on the day I read your comment (Thank you for taking the time to write it!)- But I am in love with your world. (Crossover. Fusion. Whatever this is.) If I like the above fill for it's action and plot (And the rest for heartbreakers), I like yours because of the little details and nostalgic feelings it brings.
Oh, right- How is renovation in the Americas and Asia coming along? I know China is devastated but is Korea and Co. doing some building while the look through the heaps? How are the Nordics?
You should write a series of interconnected drabbles, if you have the time and muse to do it. You certainly have the world building to go with it.
Thank you again for the fill!
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-11-08 03:35 am (UTC)(link)As for your questions, the Americas are like they are in the games: civilization is closer to the wild west than anything else. There are a few local governments, but there isn't really a unified government until you get to the NCR, and even that is loose. There are quite a few shanties made from scraps, but no real buildings, mostly because there is very little plant life. All that grows is hardy, tough plants, some of which are even edible.
Asia is much the same, though most of China is more like The Capital Wasteland: anarchy. Korea and the other east asian are faring a little better. The exception is Japan. There have massive issues rebuilding, mostly because there's so much to rebuild. The land is covered in rubble.
Korea is helping with what he can as he searches, but the land is very heavily irradiated. It may be a while before anything grows in mainland China.
The Nordics are freezing. Literally. While they may not have been hit as heavily, the bombs had a huge effect on the climate for them. A few hardy people live up there, hunting what they can, but most have moved to warmer climates.
Once life in general and school in particular release their hold, I probably will do a few more drabbles. I think about this "universe" a lot, as you can probably tell... But if/when I do write more, I'll probably post them here for easy access for the tremendously kind OP.
Thank you, OP, for taking the time to read through my clumsily written headcanons!
A!Anon forgot some stuff
(Anonymous) 2013-11-08 03:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-09-27 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)I appreciate your taking time to reply; thanks a lot!
-OP
A!Anon says that you are a smart cookie
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 12:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: Intersection [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)A!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-09-28 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)Your idea is probably much more interesting than mine, and would probably be more interesting if stretched out. As for my own headcanon, if I had more work ethic, I'd totally flesh it out. But I'm lazy, and I really don't trust myself to write something that long and still maintain the quality. Ghoul China does sound like so much fun to write, though...