kage31

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:53:42 GMT

Does any one else find it hysterical that I bought porn for the kink meme? I cracked up loling forever.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In August I set autumnestuary's puppy on fire (-66 points). Last Tuesday I ruled Iran as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In October I bought porn for hetalia_kink (-10 points). Last Sunday I punched hollyrose_hime in the arm (-10 points). In March I broke sono_blac's X-Box (-12 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-798 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!

Sincerely,
kage31

Whoo fanfic!

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 04:08:47 GMT

Title: Untitled
Pairing: France X England, France X Vietnam
Warning: T for some sex
Summary: Arthur catches France cheating on him. Angst ensues.

     Arthur walked around the corner, humming softly to himself as he entered the conference building in London. It was only a short walk from his house, so he walked whenever it wasn't raining. He had a date with Francis for lunch, during which he intended to talk to the other nation about how the sex had started turning into dates where they kissed goodnight instead of fucking, and how if Francis wanted more of that, he, Arthur would be more than glad to oblige.

     As he navigated the maze of corridors to the conference room he heard noises coming from one of the usually empty side rooms, and decided that it was his duty to inform the nation or nations of the correct meeting place. He knocked politely on the door before opening it. "Ah, the meeting room is actu-" And that was as far as he got. Vietnam was sitting on the edge of the table, flushed red and moaning, breathing heavily, one strap of her dress falling off her shoulder. But that wasn't what Arthur was staring at. Standing between Vietnam's open legs, hands on her hips, sucking gently on the breast exposed by the fallen strap, was Francis. Arthur's heart stopped. France's sultry gaze turned upward to see who had interrupted them, only for his eyes to fly open as he recognized Arthur's stunned face. Francis let out a shocked "Merde!" before Arthur turned and fled the room.

     He tore through the hallways of the conference center, his only feeling a sorrow too deep, a loss so great that he didn't have the words for it. His tears dripped down his face and he bolted through the doors of the building into the streets, where it was now pouring rain. He dashed through the slowly growing puddles towards his house, not caring that he was getting soaking wet, only glad that the rain disguised his tear-stained face. He heard Francis' faint call of "Arthur! Wait! Angleterre!” This only spurred the Englishman to race faster down the empty streets toward his house, desperate to shut himself inside away from the world.

     When he finally reached his house he hears the panting of Francis' breath as the other nation chases him, to try to offer false comforts and explanations that would sound so pretty that they could only be lies. Arthur takes the front steps three at a time and upon reaching the landing turns around to face the Frenchman he used to love. Arthur stands there, tears silently streaming down his face, while Francis tries to catch his breath. “Arthur-” Francis begins, but he gets no further as the man in question slaps him hard across the face. “I don't want to hear it!” Arthur chokes out around the sobs that are beginning to wrack his body. With that, he quickly slips inside the house, slamming the door behind him; immediately he collapses to the floor crying. France is left outside, kneeling, begging Arthur to hear him out, knowing that there is no reason the other man should listen, and knowing that there is no way to fix the pain he's caused.

Watching Him- APH Fanfic

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:40:57 GMT

I think this might be my longest work to date! It’s certainly the longest recent fic and longest Hetalia fic. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are love! Criticism is welcomed and flames will be saved to heat my room during the winter.

I don’t own Hetalia. If I did, Canada would be more than an afterthought and it’d be much slashier. Anyway, don’t sue.
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Matthew was walking to the grocery store, in a bit of a hurry because it was late and he wasn’t sure what time it closed. His father, Arthur, had asked him to pick the next day’s breakfast on his way back from his cousins house. Matthew jogs up the street, seeing the store just up ahead on the other side of the street. Further up the side walk he sees a familiar silvery-blonde head towering above the few other pedestrians.

Matthew calls out to the slowly approaching figure of his friend, “Hey Ivan!” The man looks up. “I’m just running across the street to the store for a second, then maybe you could walk me home and we could talk about what you asked me earlier?” With this Matt shoots a shy smile at the other man.

Ivan smiles back, “Da.”

Matthew spares a second to check the street for cars before starting to cross the street.

Suddenly a car careens around the corner, faster than it should be going; blaring loud music; and swerving erratically.

Ba-dump

Matthew stares at the car, stiff with horror, time seemingly frozen. He looks back, searching for Ivan’s face, maybe to apologize for missed chances, only to find that it isn’t where he expected it to be.

Ba-dump

While time froze for Matthew, Ivan springs into action, diving into the street to try and knock his friend away from the oncoming car.

Ba-dump

He nearly succeeds. His frantic shove is enough to get most of Matthew’s body out of the path of the drunk driver.
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Ambulances rush to the scene, alerted by a girl too in shock to panic.

As Matthew is loaded into the ambulance he dimly hears the EMTs saying that he is so lucky, to escape with just his legs broken. He is too busy staring at Ivan’s face, which is paralyzed in shock. Matt has just enough time to think that Ivan looks surprised before the pain takes over and he fades into unconsciousness.
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Arthur rushes into the hospital, having received a phone call saying that his son was in the emergency room about to go into surgery. He frantically questions the nurse on duty, only to find that Matthew is still in surgery. It’s pretty bad, but he would survive; a drunk driver had hit him, breaking his legs.

Arthur is sitting in the waiting room wondering how the surgery is going, when he feels like someone is watching him. He glances around the waiting room and meets the eyes of a quiet blonde man. Arthur gives him a friendly nod, but the man turns to watch the doors to the surgery open. Arthur recognizes the surgeon working on Matthew, immediately jumping out of his chair to greet the man.

The doctor is smiling, “Good news Mr. Kirkland, your son will be fine. He was a bit sensitive to the anesthetic we used so he might be under for a while, a week at most.

Arthur looks over to see the blonde man’s mouth twitch into a brief smile, before frowning and turning to the surgery doors just as a covered body is wheeled out. Arthur turns to the doctor, who answers Arthur’s unspoken question “That wasn’t Matthew. That young man wasn’t as lucky. Anyway, you can come back at anytime to visit Matthew, but he’ll be unconscious for at least the next few days.

Arthur sits with Matthew a few hours, wondering the what ifs, what if he hadn’t sent him to the store, what if he’d left Alfred’s earlier, what if he’d stopped for groceries on his way back from work? He goes to get a drink of water and when he returns the blonde man from earlier is sitting in the corner. Arthur can see now that the man is about Matthew’s age, perhaps a bit older. “Are you one of Matthew’s friends?” The young man nods a brief affirmative, and then leaves the room.
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As the next few days pass Arthur continues to visit Matthew, and no matter when he visits the blond man is there, sitting quietly, watching Matthew. After the nod on the first day Arthur isn’t able to coax any form of communication out of the man. They sit together silently, waiting for Matthew to wake up.

Four days after the operation Ivan finally speaks. “I have to go.”

“I understand,” Arthur replies. “Your family must be worrying about you, I’ll have him call you if you aren’t back when he wakes up.”

“I’m not coming back.”

“What!?”

“Can you give him a message for me?”

“Uhh, sure, I guess.”

“Can you tell him that I love him and I hope to see him again sometime?”

Arthur softens. “Of course. I’ll have him call you.”

The young man walks over to Matthew and kisses his forehead, whispering something in an unfamiliar language. “Я тебя люблю.”

Arthur watches the young man walk out, watches him turn around and look at Matthew one last time before he leaves.

Less than an hour later, Matthew begins to wake up. Groggily, he notices Arthur, who smiles.

“Hey, welcome back to the land of the living.”

“What happened?”

“You were in a car accident—“

“I remember that part, why am I so tired?”

“You were sensitive to the anesthetic they used during the surgery. By the way, your friend visited you; he practically lived here the four days you were under.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know his name, but he asked me to tell you that he loves you and hopes to see you again sometimes. I got the impression he wanted to be a bit more than friends.”

“What did he look like?”

“He was tall, sturdy, blonde, wore a long tan coat and a light colored scarf.”

The effect of the words was immediate. Matthew bursts into tears. Matthew sobs and says something unintelligible. Eventually Matthew calms down to the point where Arthur can understand him.

“He was my friend Ivan, Ivan Braginsky. He had asked me out the day of the accident. I spotted him right before the accident, told him that I was running into the store and that he could walk me home, I all but told him I’d say yes. Then I walked into the street and the car came flying at me. He pushed me out of the way, Arthur. He practically tackled me out of the way. He shoved me out of the way and took my place. I saw his face when I was being put in the ambulance, he was dead Arthur, he was dead before we even got to the hospital.”

Later on when Matthew has cried himself to sleep, Arthur walks down to the nurse’s station, deep in thought. “Did you have a patient here, named Ivan Braginsky?” he asks the nurse on duty.

The nurse checks the record before replying, “Yes, he came in on the same call as your son, Mr. Kirkland, I’m sorry to tell you this, but he died before the ambulance reached the hospital.”

Arthur thanks the nurse absentmindedly and wanders back to Matthew’s room, where he sits totally quiet, watching Matthew, and feeling like someone is watching him.

Я тебя люблю – I love you (in Russian)

Thank you for reading, and please review!

In other news, I had 3 periods of nothingness today, Calc, and Physics. Study, VHS, and Photo (non-lab, study day) were my nothing classes despite that I actually got work done, especially on my World Religion VHS course. I laughed so hard because the first real assignment of World Religions was to write our own creation myth, which was the same first assignment as Comparitive Mythology from last year. Anyway, no I wrote a totally new myth, but my last years English teacher did laugh and ask if I was going to re-use since I had done so well on my other one.

Love- APH Fanfic

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:33:09 GMT

2. Love

Based off of a deviantart 100 prompts challenge I’m doing.

I don’t own anything you recognize, and have nothing personal against Sarah Palin. I own NOTHING. So don’t sue.

As they wait for the other members of the G8 summit to arrive, Arthur and Matt are talking.

“I really don’t think you should be dating him.”

“Yes, Arthur, I know.”

“I mean, really, the man is insane.”

“I’m perfectly safe.”

“But just look at what he does to Latvia! He wants to take over the world, Mattie!”

“So did you. In fact, you did. I let you date my brother despite your proven conquering tendencies. At least he only conquers in his own area of the world.”

“But that’s not the point! He could hurt you! And need I remind you that you are in his area of the world? You guys fight over the North Pole, you’re both arctic nations, the only thing separating you is the arctic ice mass and Alaska!”

“Who, I remind you, belongs to Alfred.”

“Alaska’s more like you anyway. And wasn’t there that one Alaskan politician that said she could see Russia from her house?”

“Yes, you can see Russia from Alaska, without height, on a clear day,--“

“Exactly!”

“— from a small island, with no population, that is two and half miles from another tiny island, with no population, that technically belongs to Russia.”

Arthur waved that aside and continued. “That doesn’t really matter anyway. My point is that I’m worried about you Mattie, even if you aren’t. What’s to stop him from coming in and taking over you?”

Mattie blushed and muttered under his breath.

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“Nevermind. You, Alfred, Alaska, our bosses.”

At that moment Ivan walks into the room, smiling gently. He comes over and briefly kisses Matthew on the mouth, before crossing the room to his chair.

Matthew and Ivan begin to talk about the upcoming Olympics, quickly joined by Alfred, Kiku, and Wang Yao.

Once the remaining members have arrived, Alfred begins to talk about the global economic crisis and how he and his boss plan to solve it by making a giant hero made of dollar bills, and how that will make the rest of the world’s economy get back to normal. As the meeting draws to a close and the countries are filing out of the meeting room, Ivan calls “Matthew, I will see you for dinner, da?”

An enthusiastic nod to Ivan, then Mattie whispers to Arthur, “When you asked me what was stopping him from taking over me I said: He loves me.”

Frozen- APH Fanfic

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:18:10 GMT

70. Frozen

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do. If you've seen this on deviantart or fanfiction.net I made a few changes.

Disclaimer: If I owned Axis Powers Hetalia, it’d be a lot slashier, Canada would be more than an afterthought and I’d know Japanese. As none of these things are true, I don’t own, so don’t sue.

Russia was frozen. No matter what time of year or how much vodka he drank, he could never seem to get warm. But he had a choice. He could be warm or he could have the most brilliant military commander in the history of the world. General Winter.

In 1223 the Mongol Empire invaded, and conquered. Most of Russia was under their rule. When he finally escaped the Mongol conquerors he was shaken. So many nations and people wanted to rip Russia apart and take pieces for themselves that he couldn’t handle it himself. So he made a deal with the devil. “Make it so no one will ever take my land from me again,” that was what he had asked for. And in saving his land from the power and land hungry nations of the world, he gave his body and soul to General Winter. Winter took command of his land most of the year, and he kept his promise. No one had ever taken Russia’s lands again.

Sometimes Russia regretted giving his soul to the General. He had become cold and cruel, unapproachable and unstable. But then, it didn’t matter. One day everyone would be one with him. And then he would be safe, no longer needing General Winter, and he could be warm again.

For anyone who cares, this was the original.

Russia was frozen. No matter what time of year or how much vodka he drank, he was never warm. But he had a choice. He could be warm or he could have the most brilliant military commander in the history of the world. General Winter. So many people wanted pieces and parts and all of him that Russia made a deal. A deal with the devil. “Make it so no one will ever take my land from me,” that was what he had asked for. And in saving his land from the power and land hungry nations of the world, he froze. General Winter took command of his land most of the year, no enemy had ever breached his defenses, no one had taken Russia’s land. Sometimes he regretted being so frozen, so desolate, unapproachable. But then, it didn’t matter. One day all would be under his control, and Ivan was sure that he could move somewhere in the world warmer than Russia.

Sport- APH Fanfic

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:01:54 GMT

51. Sport

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do.

It’s a sport, or America called it one anyway. To Russia and Canada though, it isn’t merely a sport. It’s The Sport. “It” is ice hockey.

Canada is well known for his passion for hockey; he supposedly invented it. A Canadian city isn’t really Canadian if it doesn’t have a hockey team, but with all the different levels this is never really a problem. Canada produces the greatest stars, like Gretzky, stars of the future, like Crosby, and the greatest families, like the Staals and the Sutters.

Russia is known for the goal-scoring forwards and stunning goalies he produces, that areNHL stars if they decide to leave the Kontinental Hockey League. Despite the controversy between the two leagues and the way they steal players from each other, both leagues and their players are well respected in Russia.

Both countries generally love hockey from the casual fan to the religiously fanatic.

England finds Alfred sitting in front of his TV, from the shouts and scrapes of metal on ice America is watching hockey. On closer inspection he is being forced to watch the Canadian National team dominate his team, tied to the chair duct tape over his mouth, hands handcuffed behind his back. England smiles, “You know, it was a bad idea to call it ‘that dumb game’ in front of your brother.”

Stripes- APH Fanfic

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:50:03 GMT

49. Stripes

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do.

The American Flag has 13 stripes. Each represents one of the thirteen original colonies that rebelled against England for their independence. Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New Hampshire, New York, Delaware, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland, the Carolinas, and Georgia. And though not every person agreed with rebelling against England, and those that did, may not all have had the same reasons, but they had banded together despite their differences to fight a war that the numbers said they had no chance of winning. And they fought it anyway, and against all odds they won. And that was what had created a union, a country that valued freedom and independence above all else, out of a block of divided, individual, autonomous states.

Drive - APH Fanfic

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:49:22 GMT

9. Drive

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do.

There was nothing quite like zooming down the highway at 80 miles an hour, knowing that the car wasn’t even stressed and would easily do double that if you asked it to, America decided. He made lots of fine cars, a lot of very good cars, even a couple of great cars. But the wonders of mass production left quite a few things out. Such as the power of a v12 engine that screamed in delight as you gave it the fuel to faster and faster, inspected with a microscope for the tiniest of imperfections. Nothing like the smooth shifting of a manual transmission that was worthy of a race car. Nothing like the symbolic red paint that for anyone in the know signified absolute perfection and dedication to the automobile. And for this, America had beg one of his fellow nations. There was nothing like a finely crafted Italian sports car among America’s many achievements, and absolutely nothing that came close to a Ferrari.

Dark - APH Fanfic

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:48:38 GMT

4. Dark

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do.

No one had believed the rumors. Sure he might not like them, they might be fleeing the country, and he might want them away from his other citizens; it wasn’t the best of situations for a nation to hate a part of his people, and he was taking over land too, but not even Germany would enslave and kill people on the basis of religion, right? It would have been a crime on the grandest of scales, against everything right and good. Italy and Japan would have never put up with that.

So the allies had gone on treating the stories as wild rumors, using them as propaganda to sell the war against the ‘inhumane’ Germans. It wasn’t until the Russians began to stumble across abandoned camps and the Americans liberated the camp at Bergen-Belsen that the nations realized with horror that the caricature of the inhumane Germany they had been painting turned out to be a fairly accurate portrait. America and England barely believing the horror they’d encountered vowed that Germany would pay for this. All of Germany. The blissfully unaware citizens had to work in hospitals for the concentration camp survivors. But Ludwig and his bosses would pay dearly too. Even if they had to create a whole new section of laws, devoted to detailing the atrocities Germany had committed on its citizens, their crimes against humanity.

Introduction- APH Fanfic

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:47:29 GMT

1. Introduction

Based on a prompt from a 100 Themes Challenge I’m trying to do.

The Vikings loved exploring and whenever Iceland got the chance to join them he did so. It wasn’t as if his country was structured enough to really need the nation, and the only fighting going on were the raids his people made. This particular trip Leif Ericsson found more than he bargained for when he landed at what he called Vinland. From the ships Iceland had spotted a young boy, and immediately recognized him as a brother nation. When they eventually landed Iceland tried to find the boy, as rather unsuccessfully. Iceland wondered curiously who the boy was, he didn’t think that England or France had made it this far yet, but the boy was blonde, totally unlike the native peoples. After a few hours of searching, right as he was about to give up, Iceland found him. Or rather the boy found Iceland.

“Aah, hello, I’m Iceland, who are you?”

The boy obviously recognizing another that was like him, even if he didn’t know about nations, or even that there were other parts of the world, responded: “My people call me Kanata.”

It was only the first meeting between the two nations but Iceland had a feeling that they wouldn’t see each other again for a long time.

Hellos!

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:45:33 GMT

Hi. Introducing my self to my journal. Weird. But for the sake whatever random people stumble onto my journal, and for some unknown reason decide to read it: I'm Kage31, more often called Kagerou8 or Kurai8. I'm a senior in high school in Massachusetts, and I love Hetalia. I also love Fullmetal Alchemist, Lord of the Rings, Sherlock Holmes, yaoi/slash/shounen-ai, Prince of Tennis, Yu Yu Hakusho, mythology, and various other stuffs. I'm a girl, complete with boobs. I've only dated guys but I swing both ways. I like greasy fake Italian pizza, dunkin donuts iced coffee, fake Chinese food, and French fries, I'm American, can you tell? Anyway, umm. Hopefully this journal will be stress relief and be a place to double post my fanfics. Not that I write many, or well. May not be updated too often as I have college-y type stuff to do but comments and friends are loved. I love drawing and photography, I'm found under Kurai8 on deviantart. I'm taking a photo class this year so I'll probably have some new pictures to put up.

Happy thursday!
Kage31