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hellzabethEven hotter today than yesterday. Boiled alive in long sleeved shirt at work. Had to stand next to oven while serving customers. Literally went and sat in the milk fridge when there was nobody in the shop.
Now I'm sitting here in a stringy top at 9:30 and still not cold. All windows open. Visualising cold things.
Antarctica in the snow, Antarctica in the snow...
Ah, there we go.
Shortish fic to go with it:
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The world called him many things; Jack Frost, General Winter, Boreas. To Antarctica, he was Father.
Before the explorers, before he had anyone but penguins and killer whales and seals for company, there had been Father. Always there, often not saying a word, sometimes invisible, but always there. Although sometimes he went away, and the days became a little warmer, Antarctica knew he was there, watching, from the snowy drifts or the magnificent glaciers.
Antactica never worried about the cold when he was small. There wasn't a thought to hypothermia or snow-blindness. When the people came, they wrapped him in clothes and blankets and told him to keep warm, and he abrubtly became aware of the chill on the wind and the pain of frostbite. They gave him glasses to help his vision, and suddenly he could see the cracks in the ice and the shrinking of his glaciers. They gave him languages, several of them, and he realised he couldn't communicate with the penguins or the other animals at all, and that they made no sense to him either.
And even with this whole new-old world shown before him, even when he was taken up north, all the way up north, to the very top of the world where he had once been at the very bottom, he could still find Father.
Father had other children.
"I don't know how you manage." said Canada, smiling at him. It was an expression Antarctica hadn't quite gotten the hang of yet, though he'd practiced. His face remained frozen in a blank stare. "You don't even have any warmer regions for your people to take refuge in, eh?"
He did, he had the long stretch of islands that crept towards South America like encroaching frost. Lots of the smaller penguins lived there. They were hard and stony and not as pretty as the snow and glaciers that covered the majority of his land. He didn't see what was so great about being warm.
"Are you going to eat?" Norway asked, expressive as Antarctica was but much friendlier than he appeared. He'd made this dinner especially. It wasn't fish, but Antarctica would eat it anyway. The rest of the Nordics watched him with eager expressions to see how he liked it. Maybe it was eating snow that had killed his taste buds, but he couldn't taste any of the things wrong with it that America had warned him of.
"You are lucky." commented Russia, walking through the snow and ice with him one day. It was warmer here than in his home, but Antarctica far preferred it to staying at England or France's places. There, it was so hot that there wasn't a single snowflake in sight. "Your people do not complain about the winter. For them, it is what they are there for."
Russia was an interesting one. He seemed to be one of the ones that detested Father. And yet, Father favored him, in a way he did for few others. It made Antarctica curious, but they were so far from each other that they rarely got to talk.
The ones he talked to more often were sometimes hard to deal with, if only because of the heat.
He always tried to stand as far away from Argentina and Australia as possible. They both exuded waves of heat so intense that sometimes Antarctica couldn't bare it unless Father stood in between them, or nearby, sending drafts of cold air, and then the conversations would end quickly because Australia would turn a funny blue colour or Argentina would start shaking and they would both have to leave. They barely knew Father, not in the same way Antarctica and Russia and Norway and Canada and the others knew him.
New Zealand was a little better. The peaks of her mountains gave her knowledge of the cold, and she had much harsher winters than her brother. She didn't tremble or go blue near him, though she did wear an extra layer when hugging him. She did that a lot. Said he was cute like a little lamb.
But none of them ever truly understood Father. They all raged against him when he came around, even those that should be used to him by now. It seemed as though Antarctica was the only one that welcomed his father with open arms.
And maybe, that was fine by him.
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And now I'm gonna go get some fish'n'chips. *zoom*
Now I'm sitting here in a stringy top at 9:30 and still not cold. All windows open. Visualising cold things.
Antarctica in the snow, Antarctica in the snow...
Ah, there we go.
Shortish fic to go with it:
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The world called him many things; Jack Frost, General Winter, Boreas. To Antarctica, he was Father.
Before the explorers, before he had anyone but penguins and killer whales and seals for company, there had been Father. Always there, often not saying a word, sometimes invisible, but always there. Although sometimes he went away, and the days became a little warmer, Antarctica knew he was there, watching, from the snowy drifts or the magnificent glaciers.
Antactica never worried about the cold when he was small. There wasn't a thought to hypothermia or snow-blindness. When the people came, they wrapped him in clothes and blankets and told him to keep warm, and he abrubtly became aware of the chill on the wind and the pain of frostbite. They gave him glasses to help his vision, and suddenly he could see the cracks in the ice and the shrinking of his glaciers. They gave him languages, several of them, and he realised he couldn't communicate with the penguins or the other animals at all, and that they made no sense to him either.
And even with this whole new-old world shown before him, even when he was taken up north, all the way up north, to the very top of the world where he had once been at the very bottom, he could still find Father.
Father had other children.
"I don't know how you manage." said Canada, smiling at him. It was an expression Antarctica hadn't quite gotten the hang of yet, though he'd practiced. His face remained frozen in a blank stare. "You don't even have any warmer regions for your people to take refuge in, eh?"
He did, he had the long stretch of islands that crept towards South America like encroaching frost. Lots of the smaller penguins lived there. They were hard and stony and not as pretty as the snow and glaciers that covered the majority of his land. He didn't see what was so great about being warm.
"Are you going to eat?" Norway asked, expressive as Antarctica was but much friendlier than he appeared. He'd made this dinner especially. It wasn't fish, but Antarctica would eat it anyway. The rest of the Nordics watched him with eager expressions to see how he liked it. Maybe it was eating snow that had killed his taste buds, but he couldn't taste any of the things wrong with it that America had warned him of.
"You are lucky." commented Russia, walking through the snow and ice with him one day. It was warmer here than in his home, but Antarctica far preferred it to staying at England or France's places. There, it was so hot that there wasn't a single snowflake in sight. "Your people do not complain about the winter. For them, it is what they are there for."
Russia was an interesting one. He seemed to be one of the ones that detested Father. And yet, Father favored him, in a way he did for few others. It made Antarctica curious, but they were so far from each other that they rarely got to talk.
The ones he talked to more often were sometimes hard to deal with, if only because of the heat.
He always tried to stand as far away from Argentina and Australia as possible. They both exuded waves of heat so intense that sometimes Antarctica couldn't bare it unless Father stood in between them, or nearby, sending drafts of cold air, and then the conversations would end quickly because Australia would turn a funny blue colour or Argentina would start shaking and they would both have to leave. They barely knew Father, not in the same way Antarctica and Russia and Norway and Canada and the others knew him.
New Zealand was a little better. The peaks of her mountains gave her knowledge of the cold, and she had much harsher winters than her brother. She didn't tremble or go blue near him, though she did wear an extra layer when hugging him. She did that a lot. Said he was cute like a little lamb.
But none of them ever truly understood Father. They all raged against him when he came around, even those that should be used to him by now. It seemed as though Antarctica was the only one that welcomed his father with open arms.
And maybe, that was fine by him.
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And now I'm gonna go get some fish'n'chips. *zoom*
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we get our temperatures in extremes orz
Date: 2010-05-24 01:48 pm (UTC)HE WAS FROZEN OUT OF THE SEA? I can't even imagine him talking or smiling or making any expressions at all what are you saying lol. He'd probably be the kind of guy I call "sir" orz. Man Alaska is the weirdest thing ever lol...so I guess America is Winter's adopted child in that sense. XD
I'll bet he had some hand in their upbringing though orz.
He probably thinks all that ice is kinky ffff. Blue balls in the most literal sense haha.lol England's headcold is Argentina's sore feet, I mean. Wow that's weird...but wouldn't England's head be where Scotland's feet are too? ...Actually I don't even know where England's head is so orz. We have manry deserts okay. Sunburn is nothing! /sizzles fff yes squishy hugs with adorable fluffy sheep plz. ;A; /hugsOh Aussie, never doing anything by halves eh?
Date: 2010-05-24 02:01 pm (UTC)Actually there is land underneath all that ice but YEAH FROZEN OUT OF THE SEA. I can imagine him talking, voice all deep and gravely and like a rumbling avalanche on a hillside. /poetic He'd be a kind of distant dad. America kind of regards Winter with the same look he regards Russia with; "Bring it on you frosty bastard."
Yeah, but only a few months of the year. *looming* XD
oh god cannot unseeEh, in my headcanon it's not so much geography but rather importance that indicates where things are on Nation's bodies. Your deserts are insane too, just going... and going... and going... forever. >> *flying tackle-hugs NZ*Of course not we're hardcore like that
Date: 2010-05-24 02:14 pm (UTC)HE'S ATLANTIS. SEEKRITLY. No one talks about his birth because it's General Winter so that's just awkward orz. If Winter ever talked... I imagined he'd sound like a howling icy wind. And only Russia would be able to interpret him half the time haha. Oh America always the rebel child no matter who your parent is. |D
Aaaah that's scary stop that. DDD:
Speaking of which I really want to do something with Scotland and France in the line of this movie...forget that Gerry Butler is more or less my RL Scotland look-alike orz XDThe most I've figured out is where their hearts are because the rest is so aaaaah complicated. But even the birthmark on Port's cheek is relevant on a map so. XD It means we're just really warm and great to hug when you're cold. BDb *bawww our bro* ;3;So hardcore I'm blinded by your awesome.
Date: 2010-05-24 02:24 pm (UTC)IT'S A CONSPIRICY! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE WANTS HIM. THAT IS TOTALLY WHY. You'd need one of the Nordics or Russia or Canada to translate. Antarctica would be crap at translating because he doesn't talk ever. America is so rebellious he's battling SEASONS. FUCK YEAH.
Winter: *looms some more because are you going to stop him? hm? are you, punk?*
Oh bloody hell THAT MOVIE. I cannot unsee now you've said it.Heart = capital, and important cities with high populations are other vital organs. Other than that idk. XD What does the birthmark represent btw? ... orz I bet England would love to give Aussie a hug during the winter months but he can't because he's England so he just stands close and soaks up the radiation./puts on sunglasses BDb
Date: 2010-05-24 02:41 pm (UTC)WITH ATLANTIS, AUSTRALIA COULD CONTROL THE WORLD. I MEAN. If they can stop their teeth chattering or their blood freezing long enough to translate in that galestorm then yes. Totall yes. Awww Antarctica talk to us. ;3; Only a HERO can take on the SEASONS AND
TRY TOWIN.Australia: *......retreats back into his desert. No sir.* D:
But isn't it just so perfect? ISN'T IT? The teasing and the manriness and fff. It's like it was made to enable me. Us. It's too late for you now. >DAhaha yes that's so true. But idek what they did before their capital became their capital orz. The birthmark represents Olivenza. It's their only border dispute. Without it Port would look even more like his brother than he already does orz. ffff oh England I can just see him shuffling closer and Aussie is just glowing and SUNNY and maybe he'd give you a hug if you're nice to him Pommie. XDb/melts like that guy from Raiders of the Lost Ark
Date: 2010-05-24 02:53 pm (UTC)OH GOD IT'S ALL IN HIS PLAN, ISN'T IT. ISN'T IT?!
new end to Family Ties, getYeah, once they get over that it's plain sailing. 8D Antarctica: *muffled sounds from behind scarf* YES, BECAUSE ONLY A HERO ISSTUPIDBRAVE ENOUGH!Winter: *wins. again.* >|
I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER SAW IT BEFORE Oh god you're right as well why do you do this to meeeeeeMost densely populated tribe, I guess? Tribe of the highest importance? Idk. Ohhh I see, that's pretty cool ^^ so it belongs to Port now? England shuffles his chair closer and closer and eventually Aussie's like "Uh, Pom, what are you doing?" And England's like. "Nothing. Say, do you notice it's warmer over here?" "It is? Huh, I never noticed."/aaah puts you in a bucket
Date: 2010-05-24 03:15 pm (UTC)dishwater and will come to take pictures. \o/WOULD YOU SUSPECT THIS FACE? OF COURSE NOT MWAHAHA.
The "Australian Empire" does have a fantastic ring to it...Australia: .... D: *hugs Antarctica forever aaah so cute* WELL THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY THE ICECAPS ARE MELTING orz.Australia: *Yeah, well. You stay there. Where it's cold and miserable.* ;A;
IT ONLY JUST OCCURED TO ME BUT IT'S GLORIOUS. Oh Scotland the things you do to yourself where France is involved orz. <3 I do it because I care and love and I know what you like <3Ahaha tribes. I love tribes. Awesome and savage awww kids. XD l-lol idek I think it belongs to Spain, but Port is still claiming it. IT'S CONFUSING orz. ......and now I'm imagining my country being surrounded by countries that would be in the dead of winter at the same time he's having his summer. XDDD/sloshes around
Date: 2010-05-24 04:01 pm (UTC)YOU SLY THING YOU IGGY TAUGHT YOU WELL.
In a frightening way, yes. Would he conquer NZ first or second?Antarctica: o_o *blinks. You know how if you lick a lamp post in winter you get stuck, Aussie?* OH DAMN IT AMERICA QUICK APOLOGISE TO WINTER FOR KICKING HIS ASS.Winter: *it's always cold and miserable wherever he goes he's the personification of winter. :|*
I'm watching it again now and my god it's like if Scotland was perpetually drunk and France had a stick shoved up his ass.Can you imagine little savage Iggy giving a severed head to little savage Port? Awwww <3 <3 So they both claim to have it? Lol what if some days it shows up on Spain randomly and then it's back on Port the next? XDDDDD Oh god he would become the local radiator for everyone in the Northern Hemisphere./pops in the freezer
Date: 2010-05-24 04:15 pm (UTC)IT'S ALL IN THE EYEBROWS.
He would definitely make NZ one with him first. Just like old times.Australia: o__O *wait so does that mean he's now stuck to the kid? Oh geez.* BEFORE THE OCEAN LEVELS RISE AND WE ALL DIE IN OUR BEDS.Australia: *You ought to be jolly, like Frosty the Snowman, I mean*
I like to think the roles would be somehow reversed because damn, it's like Scotland took on France's perversion.....that or France just dates men of good breeding and so then this would make sense orz. They would have the most amazing makeout scenes.Port would wibble and hug it close and have stars in his eyes even though they were both covered in blood orz. So deredere. <333 ......lol I actually thought of that, how it transferred to Spain during the Napoleonic War and for a while Port just had this burn on the side of his face, like it had come off that way. |D I-It would get him a lot of hugs? orz World meetings in winter are a-okay so long as Australia is there! XDb/freezes solid again phew
Date: 2010-05-24 04:39 pm (UTC)... SHOULD WE START FEARING HONG KONG?
I'm almost liking this idea in a weird and twisted way. Like I wanna write it. Some weird, funky AU.Antarctica: ;~; *uhuh, stuck. Have fun with that Oz*Winter: Ho ho ho. B|
Unf. Actually the further I watch into it the worse it gets because I CANNOT UNSEE and now she has curly hair and... aaaaaahhh ><That's... morbidly adorable. Meanwhile their mamas would squee over them. Iberia invents "buhyooooo~!" like in that random fic I did. Oh god Spain was on France's side in that war? Another reason for England to BRING THE PAIN. Australia abruptly gains a lot of friends in January.no subject
Date: 2010-05-24 04:53 pm (UTC)...HONESTLY I FEAR MACAU MORE BECAUSE HE INHERITED PORT'S YANDERE, BUT YES. I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD FEAR THEM BOTH orz.
He would be the most irresponsibly world power ever... initially. Once he gets organized that's it orz. You'll all become one with him. It would be a brilliant AU. XDAustralia: ......fuck. *ahhh crap so cold why does his luck suck orz*Australia: Smile like you mean it! :DDD
YOU DON'T WANT TO UNSEE. Because it's that fab. O-Oh god she'd make the prettiest France. And Scotland is such a MAN it makes me aaaaah.Pfft oh Iberia, she'd have her face in her hands hopping up and down and going "buhyoooo" A LOT. It eventually became one of Spain's first words haha. Spain was on France's side because France promised him he could have Portugal, but then Spain did something stupid and let France into his country so he could actually GET to Portugal... and then France turned against him too. Cue the Peninsular War and Spain, England and Port all having to work together to kick French arse. BRING THE PAIN ENGLAND. BRING IT. ...lol it's so true. Oh my country. |D;;;no subject
Date: 2010-05-24 05:32 pm (UTC)... WHAT IF THEY COMBINED TOGETHER?! D8
The world ruled from down under... huh, it's like that map that Nena has, the world upside down, like if Australia had been the one to go pioneering. What's the top is just perspective after all.Antarctica: *wibbles* fatherrrr.... heeeelp.... *sob oh great now he's crying good job Oz*Winter: B] *oh god it's terrifying*
MANLY MAN all he needs is a Scottish accent and we're good.Meanwhile Ierna roles her eyes at her cousin and silently squees on the inside. They're so like their parents orz. Spain needs to stop letting France march through his territory to get to Portugal. Oh wait, he just did. XDno subject
Date: 2010-05-25 05:49 am (UTC)THEN EVERYONE WOULD BE DOOMED. STARTING WITH CHINA orz. England and Port raised the best kids. ;u;
Oh if only. IF ONLY. What a twist that would have been oh god. I want it.Australia: Shit, shit...ah, come on little guy don't cry, we can solve this, it's easy...it's... *oh crap his fingers are going numb ahhh*Australia: Er...maybe a little more 8D and less a little B] "I'm going to murder your family with an icepick"...maybe? *oh god it is aaah*
I WISH. America stop ruining him so he can be perfect and manry and himself and then he and France can get back to snogging behind the set.Aww ahaha yes they are totally like their parents. Totally orz. Though Port is so much more zen than Spain is... that being said, stop invading your brother! Just because he's strategically placed on the Atlantic! orz