Family Ties [Part 94]
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hellzabethTitle: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Latvia, England, France, Diaspora!Israel, Scotland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Moar fillerrrrrrrr, and exposition.
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Estonia opened his eyes as he felt something heavy on his chest.
His head was heavily bandaged, but he could still move his neck, and so he looked down at the offending weight. It seemed that Latvia had fallen asleep on him, slouching forward off his seat, resting his head on his arms at the side of the bed, but had shifted in his sleep so now one of his arms was draped across Estonia's chest. Which would be fine by him if he didn't have a broken rib, so it was mildly uncomfortable. He was light, though, so for a while the older Baltic simply watched the younger sleep.
A face that young shouldn't look so stressed when asleep. But at least he wasn't trembling like he did when he was awake.
"Mmm..." mumbled Latvia, lavender eyes fluttering open, gazing sleepily at Estonia's amused smile. He blinked twice, then abruptly sat up, eyes wide. "Estonia! You're awake!"
"So are you..." Estonia said, voice a little croaky but still stable. Latvia's hands hovered carefully over him.
"You wouldn't wake up for ages, I was w-worried!" he stammered, tears collecting in his eyes. "I- I thought you might d-d-die!"
To be honest, so had Estonia. "What happened?" He could vaguely remember the sound of his door being kicked in, and there were funny lights and tiny people and he'd decided his brain was hallucinating from sleep-deprivation and smoke inhalation. Someone had said his name too. But after that, nothing.
"F-Finland, Sweden and Norway came and saved you!" Latvia rubbed at his eyes. "Th-they brought you to hospital a-and then S-Sweden had to go home b-because he wasn't meant to b-be in the w-war and he had to watch S-Sealand so he wouldn't get into any more trouble. N-N-Norway went to M-Moscow to help Denmark - he drove you here - and th-they both ended up f-finding Poland and L-Lithuania, so n-now they're all back home." he took a deep breath in, trying to quell his shaking. "Finland's gone to get some food." He held up a small, black and white checkered box. "He left you these."
Estonia half-smiled, half-grimaced. "I wonder when he'll get that I don't like salmiakki..." he sighed, squinting at the label without his glasses on. "But it was nice of him to come, when he's technically closed his borders with Russia and is on the defensive front."
"He's h-had to keep quiet about it." Latvia admitted, putting the box of salted liquorish away. "Even his b-boss doesn't know." He gestured at the flowers. "Lithuania sent these. He's coming to see you again tomorrow..." His eyes widened. "A-ah, I should tell him you woke up! He was worried too! I'll be right back!" He jumped up from his seat and stumbled out of the door, pulling a mobile phone from his pocket as he went.
Estonia took a moment to examine his situation. Still no feeling in his legs, though they were both in casts. His wrist was bandaged on one side and whole hand in plaster on the other. He was breathing a lot easier now than before, but restrained by the bandages a little so he wouldn't hurt himself. Over all, he still felt like he'd been run over by a truck, but much better.
There were worse fates in the world.
---
England tried not to grumble too loudly as his wheelchair went over a small bump on the pathway outside the hospital. There was a number of reasons for his grumbling, and one reason to keep quiet.
Firstly, he didn't need a wheelchair. He was getting the ability to stand back pretty fast, though it did hurt quite a bit. Well, that was a little white lie. It hurt a lot and he couldn't maintain it for more than a few seconds but if he was walking he'd be alternating between legs, right?
Secondly, his aforementioned issue with being coddled was coming up in full force, because now France was pushing him around the hospital gardens. He claimed he had nothing better to do because James was in physio and he didn't like Francis making all those worried-but-pretending-not-to-be faces at him. Also, he added, England's arm was still hurt, so he'd probably end up going round in circles because he could only push the wheels properly on one side.
Finally, he was keeping quiet because Sarah was still looming and chatting amiably with France while keeping a stern eye on him.
He wondered if he could make a break for it.
... the gates seemed an awfully long way off.
He sighed.
"I want to go home." He grumbled. France paused in whatever he was saying, and looked down at England like he'd forgotten he was there.
"Angleterre, you can't walk more than three meters without collapsing." God, he hated it when the bloody frog was actually being reasonable.
"I know, alright? But I still want to go home." He sounded like a sulky child and didn't give a damn. "I miss my house. I miss my bed. I miss my faeries and my tea and my marmalade on toast in the morning." After a moment, he looked up at the silent Nations. "I miss my people. I should be with them. Not here."
A long moment of quiet ensued, before Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose in a stressed manner and sighed. "Has he always been like this?"
"Since birth." France confirmed.
"Care to tell me what you're talking about?" England raised an unimpressed eyebrow at them. Silent conversations, really. Like he was some kind of invalid.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." Sarah explained. "You wouldn't leave during the Blitz either."
England stuck his nose in the air and puffed out his chest. "Of course not! I needed to stay and help."
"From what I saw, ye were a useless wreck half the time." said Scotland's voice. The trio looked round, finding the red haired Nation hopping towards them, crutch under one arm to steady himself. "I had to carry yer twitchin' corpse to the shelter the one night they got St Paul's."
England glared at him, but the Scot just grinned. "You can stick that crutch right up your-"
"But I agree with ye." Scotland cut over him. "I don't think we should be so far away from our people at a time like this. We need to be there."
The youngest brother's lips thinned. "Even Aine?"
Scotland nodded gravely. "Especially Aine. She needs to see her people are alive, that she has hope."
Notes:
- There was going to be more here but I have a con to go to so see you all later! If you're going to the London Anime Expo, I'll see you there! (Maybe) I'll be the England cosplayer with the little England flag (the St George one, not the Union one)
- Salmiakki, if you haven't heard of it, is a Finnish "sweet" that actually isn't very sweet. Tuulensisko gave me some to try and.... I think it might be an acquired taste... or maybe one must be Finnish to like it.
Part 95
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Latvia, England, France, Diaspora!Israel, Scotland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Moar fillerrrrrrrr, and exposition.
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Estonia opened his eyes as he felt something heavy on his chest.
His head was heavily bandaged, but he could still move his neck, and so he looked down at the offending weight. It seemed that Latvia had fallen asleep on him, slouching forward off his seat, resting his head on his arms at the side of the bed, but had shifted in his sleep so now one of his arms was draped across Estonia's chest. Which would be fine by him if he didn't have a broken rib, so it was mildly uncomfortable. He was light, though, so for a while the older Baltic simply watched the younger sleep.
A face that young shouldn't look so stressed when asleep. But at least he wasn't trembling like he did when he was awake.
"Mmm..." mumbled Latvia, lavender eyes fluttering open, gazing sleepily at Estonia's amused smile. He blinked twice, then abruptly sat up, eyes wide. "Estonia! You're awake!"
"So are you..." Estonia said, voice a little croaky but still stable. Latvia's hands hovered carefully over him.
"You wouldn't wake up for ages, I was w-worried!" he stammered, tears collecting in his eyes. "I- I thought you might d-d-die!"
To be honest, so had Estonia. "What happened?" He could vaguely remember the sound of his door being kicked in, and there were funny lights and tiny people and he'd decided his brain was hallucinating from sleep-deprivation and smoke inhalation. Someone had said his name too. But after that, nothing.
"F-Finland, Sweden and Norway came and saved you!" Latvia rubbed at his eyes. "Th-they brought you to hospital a-and then S-Sweden had to go home b-because he wasn't meant to b-be in the w-war and he had to watch S-Sealand so he wouldn't get into any more trouble. N-N-Norway went to M-Moscow to help Denmark - he drove you here - and th-they both ended up f-finding Poland and L-Lithuania, so n-now they're all back home." he took a deep breath in, trying to quell his shaking. "Finland's gone to get some food." He held up a small, black and white checkered box. "He left you these."
Estonia half-smiled, half-grimaced. "I wonder when he'll get that I don't like salmiakki..." he sighed, squinting at the label without his glasses on. "But it was nice of him to come, when he's technically closed his borders with Russia and is on the defensive front."
"He's h-had to keep quiet about it." Latvia admitted, putting the box of salted liquorish away. "Even his b-boss doesn't know." He gestured at the flowers. "Lithuania sent these. He's coming to see you again tomorrow..." His eyes widened. "A-ah, I should tell him you woke up! He was worried too! I'll be right back!" He jumped up from his seat and stumbled out of the door, pulling a mobile phone from his pocket as he went.
Estonia took a moment to examine his situation. Still no feeling in his legs, though they were both in casts. His wrist was bandaged on one side and whole hand in plaster on the other. He was breathing a lot easier now than before, but restrained by the bandages a little so he wouldn't hurt himself. Over all, he still felt like he'd been run over by a truck, but much better.
There were worse fates in the world.
---
England tried not to grumble too loudly as his wheelchair went over a small bump on the pathway outside the hospital. There was a number of reasons for his grumbling, and one reason to keep quiet.
Firstly, he didn't need a wheelchair. He was getting the ability to stand back pretty fast, though it did hurt quite a bit. Well, that was a little white lie. It hurt a lot and he couldn't maintain it for more than a few seconds but if he was walking he'd be alternating between legs, right?
Secondly, his aforementioned issue with being coddled was coming up in full force, because now France was pushing him around the hospital gardens. He claimed he had nothing better to do because James was in physio and he didn't like Francis making all those worried-but-pretending-not-to-be faces at him. Also, he added, England's arm was still hurt, so he'd probably end up going round in circles because he could only push the wheels properly on one side.
Finally, he was keeping quiet because Sarah was still looming and chatting amiably with France while keeping a stern eye on him.
He wondered if he could make a break for it.
... the gates seemed an awfully long way off.
He sighed.
"I want to go home." He grumbled. France paused in whatever he was saying, and looked down at England like he'd forgotten he was there.
"Angleterre, you can't walk more than three meters without collapsing." God, he hated it when the bloody frog was actually being reasonable.
"I know, alright? But I still want to go home." He sounded like a sulky child and didn't give a damn. "I miss my house. I miss my bed. I miss my faeries and my tea and my marmalade on toast in the morning." After a moment, he looked up at the silent Nations. "I miss my people. I should be with them. Not here."
A long moment of quiet ensued, before Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose in a stressed manner and sighed. "Has he always been like this?"
"Since birth." France confirmed.
"Care to tell me what you're talking about?" England raised an unimpressed eyebrow at them. Silent conversations, really. Like he was some kind of invalid.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." Sarah explained. "You wouldn't leave during the Blitz either."
England stuck his nose in the air and puffed out his chest. "Of course not! I needed to stay and help."
"From what I saw, ye were a useless wreck half the time." said Scotland's voice. The trio looked round, finding the red haired Nation hopping towards them, crutch under one arm to steady himself. "I had to carry yer twitchin' corpse to the shelter the one night they got St Paul's."
England glared at him, but the Scot just grinned. "You can stick that crutch right up your-"
"But I agree with ye." Scotland cut over him. "I don't think we should be so far away from our people at a time like this. We need to be there."
The youngest brother's lips thinned. "Even Aine?"
Scotland nodded gravely. "Especially Aine. She needs to see her people are alive, that she has hope."
Notes:
- There was going to be more here but I have a con to go to so see you all later! If you're going to the London Anime Expo, I'll see you there! (Maybe) I'll be the England cosplayer with the little England flag (the St George one, not the Union one)
- Salmiakki, if you haven't heard of it, is a Finnish "sweet" that actually isn't very sweet. Tuulensisko gave me some to try and.... I think it might be an acquired taste... or maybe one must be Finnish to like it.
Part 95
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:56 am (UTC)*snigger* Ooh, I see I gave you an idea there. 8D
"Salty liquorice is popular in the Nordic countries, as well as Northern Germany, the Netherlands and the Baltic states. The following are the names used for this snack in various countries" -Wikipedia
^I think Estonia does like it too. xD Although fair enough, I don't think anyone likes it like Finland does... Y-yeah, I guess it is an acquired taste. (lol, you should try it again and see if you'll actually learn to like it! 0:D) And btw, it's liquorice, not liquorish. orz;; (There I go again....)
*brb loving the second scene, especially the bit about France's "worried-but-pretending-not-to-be faces"* Oh France, I keep saying you're really a tsundere too, especially when it comes to England... And baww, poor England during Blitz. ._.
A long moment of quiet ensued, before Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose in a stressed manner and sighed. "Has he always been like this?"
"Since birth." France confirmed.
Indeed. xD
... Oh yeah, I'm back! \o/ Not that I wouldn't have liked to stay for a longer while. =3= Four days is too shooooort damnit.
Thanks again so much for coming to see me~♥ I had great time and you're fun company. 8D
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Date: 2010-11-01 01:16 pm (UTC)Yes, you did indeed give me an idea there <3
Aha, yeah I guess so, but I thought it would be a little more comedic if Finland kept giving him these sweets that he didn't really like very much. XD A-and I'll politely decline on trying them again... orz
France pretends he's above it all, but he's nooooot, he's as bad as the rest of them. And bawww Blitz!England. It's like in that flashback all those chapters ago...
Ahh, glad you got home safely! I hope you had a good time!
I had fun too! We'll probably never get to do it again, but it was great while it lasted. <3
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Date: 2010-11-01 03:04 pm (UTC)Haha, it's kinda true, actually. It's like our own inside joke to give salmiakki to all the foreigners and then watch them squirm. And then eat like a whole packet of them in front of their horrified faces. The one I gave you isn't even the strongest tasting kind but if I gave you one of the stronger ones your taste buds would have taken a day off, I think... Although I do love the strong ones best myself. x) (I love these. I love how they're PINK and so they make you think they'll taste like a fruit or berry candy but no, it's a strong salty salmiakki drop. Okay, the fact that it's called "Dracula" might tip you off. I kinda think it's called that because if you eat too many of them it tends to tear your tongue open and then you'll just taste blood in your mouth for the rest of the day. The brown ones are great too. They at least look like salmiakki. xD Oh and my absolute favourite: Just a hint, the flames are there for a reason.)
I know right. :''D I keep telling people he's just as tsundere as the rest of them. He just hides it better. I secretly think he's incredibly weak to sadface!England.
I did. \o/ And I kinda want to leave again right away. xD Well not really, my feet are still a bit achy. Dad did suggest we go to Estonia again some time soon, though... And mum and him are going to Stockholm in a few weeks too. And my brother's gf just told me about these ridiculously cheap boat trips to St. Petersburg... *waaaaants* Damnit, somebody tell me to stop traveling everywhere all the time... Or not.
And btw, I still wanna go to France. *kicked*
Baww, maybe not. But yeah, it was nice. :3
Gah!
Date: 2010-10-30 03:58 am (UTC)I'm just repeating myself now.
(I am not a good commenter at all...)
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Date: 2010-11-01 01:17 pm (UTC)New reader
Date: 2010-10-31 04:50 pm (UTC)This is one of the first serious and long Hetalia fanfiction I have read, and I really enjoy the mix of real politics and ficton I cans see in this one.
One quistion keeps bugging me, I can understand the motivation for the character of Russia wanting the war, but why would the russian people want it? Maybe that kind of you shall not think to hard about while reading hetalia fanfiction?
Aaaah, all me english skills left me, sorry if i made no sense at all...
Re: New reader
Date: 2010-11-01 01:18 pm (UTC)The motivation for Russia as a country is kind of something I handwaved as a political shift. I'm not proud of it; it's one of the weaker points of this story, but yeah.
You make sense, don't worry!
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Date: 2010-10-31 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 02:42 pm (UTC)Seriously, Pidge, I know you might not trust my taste after the salmiakki but tar candy is honestly not as bad. xD The taste is way milder and sweeter. It kinda tastes fresh too and it makes your breath smell fresh, which is weird, considering what it's made of...
We have tar ice cream too, btw. It tastes kinda strange but it's good. xD
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Date: 2010-11-01 01:02 am (UTC)I really liked the character interaction in this one. Oh, France. <3 <3 <3 Filler is nice
, but I wanna see the plot moving again (it's not like we didn't get enough action in the last few chapters... orz shut up self stop demanding weird things).no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 01:23 pm (UTC)Character interaction is like what I live for. XD
orz I know but I'm trying to give it a sense of time passing, because if people just suddenly turn up places... yeah.no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 07:09 am (UTC)I am so glad to see him back and coherent, even if he's been beaten up quite a bit.
Are you really going to move the UK family? But they're badly injured. D:
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Date: 2010-11-01 01:24 pm (UTC)Russia is scary, huh...
Even so, they want to go home...
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Date: 2010-11-01 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 07:29 pm (UTC)And England being stubborn...Well, you can understand him if he doesn´t want to stay away from his home...
I hope you had fun at the con!^^
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Date: 2010-11-05 03:07 am (UTC)I feel kind of weird intruding like this since overwhelming odds are that you have no clue who I am. I was referred here by the TvTropes fanfic recommendations page for Axis Powers quite a while ago and power-read this story over the course of ... Oh, I don't know, a couple of days? And then promptly forgot to comment until I saw there was a new chapter out.
This was a really, really great story, though, from beginning to end. It's amazing how a simple family feud could escalate so much, but you pulled it off really well, considering the exponential scaling-up the conflict had to go through. And I'm amazed how well you've kept track of all the cast members. Even though you apparently have forgotten from time to time, you still manage to integrate everybody back in without too much hassle or jarring of the mood. (That was a horrible sentence; sorry.)
Have to point out America's epic breakdown last chapter, partly because it was read more recently so clearer in my memory, but I especially enjoyed his character motivations and how Canada seemed to be one of the few things keeping him from going completely off the deep end. Poor guy. I'm eagerly awaiting the time when he finally gets to see Canada again! :)
Also, thanks for more of the Baltics in this chapter. I love them ... Even though they're comparatively minor characters in this story.
All in all, great read and thank you so much for not only writing but continuing through ninety-odd chapters. :)
Alison
New reader alert
Date: 2010-11-07 02:55 pm (UTC)I have known of the TvTropes site for a while, but was not aware of the existence of a fanfic recommendations page. Which explains a lot.
God, I hate being new to fandoms.
Anyway, I've gotta say that I'm seriously loving your story. I managed to read everything in about a day, and its awesomeness, unparalleled to Prussia's (/shot), is still sinking in. I like your style of writing. It's very clean, though I do spot a few typos from time to time.
You've got total talent. I would give you a standing ovation, but my mom is typing away into her own laptop behind me, so I might be sent to an asylum.
*retreats to the shadows to await the next update
Oh yeah, this is incredibly random: I like that you mentioned the Philippines in a chapter lightyears ago. It's much more than we get normally. For serious.