APH Fic Dreams Aren't Real chapter 14
Title: Dreams aren't real
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Canada, Japan, Greece, China, Hong Kong, S. Korea, Taiwan, France, Seychelles
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Matthew still wasn’t sure of what to make of the situation. Taken to Canada, against his will might he add, and then abandoned. He was barely able to comprehend that the president of Canada was the one he had been talking to before he was alone.
The house he was staying at was comfortable, and too big for one person, however it was very strange.
And that is what drove him to going into the forest behind the house in the freezing weather in a coat he had found in one of the closets.
He exhaled and amused himself for a few seconds with making his breath appear in the air like a child. Smiling he shook his head and started walking forward slowly.
Truth be told he had never felt more alive than at this moment, not even that time he skied down a triple black diamond nonstop compared to the feeling he had at this moment.
All of his senses were alive. The brightness of the very land, the crisp, clear, clean small of the air, the feel of the rough bark of the tree under his hand, he could almost taste the air he breathed in.
The sound of a bear roaring clear in his ears.
Matthews eyes snapped open and he slowly turned his head to the side.
Where a giant polar bear, whose head reached his shoulder, was standing and staring at him suspiciously, with his mouth curled back to show its teeth.
Matthew felt his stomach drop not only to the ground but through it and coming up on the other side of the world.
He slowly took a step back however he froze when the bear growled again.
The bear sniffed the air once before it made its way to Matthew. He closed his eyes and prayed for at least a quick death.
The bear bumped its nose against Matthews hand. When he didn’t move the bear bumped it again.
Matthew slowly opened his eyes to stare at the bear who, if imagination was serving him right, was giving him an annoyed look accompanied by a whine.
Cautiously Matthew raised his hand and slowly started to pet the bear, who closed its eyes and pushed its head harder against his hand.
After a few minutes of him petting the bear it opened its eyes and stepped forward to lick Matthews cheek. The rough and wet tongue was slightly harsh against his skin an brought an odd sense of comfort as well as familiarity.
Now that his heart rate was starting to go down his head slowly cleared and he was able to think again. That being said.
What the hell was a polar bear doing this far down south!?
The bear took Matthews hand with his teeth gently and began to pull him in the direction of the house. Together they walked; the only sound was coming from the gravel Matthew was stepping on.
When they reached the door Matthew looked at the bear dubiously.
“I don’t think you’ll fit in there.” he said.
Almost as if in a response the bear snorted and disappeared in a white flash.
And in his place was a small white polar bear cub.
Matthew felt his jaw drop as he fell backwards. When the cub started to crawl towards him he quickly backed away.
“What the hell was that?” he screeched.
The bear, the cub, gave another small whine and lifted its paws towards Matthew who felt his heart melt at the sight of its pitiful look.
Swallowing his fear and curiosity Matthew stood and took the bear into his arms. After glancing around to make sure no one saw him he quickly entered the house with the polar bear cub in his arms.
Pressing him firmly into his chest he savored the warmth coming from the fur as he walked through the house until he reached the living room.
He placed the cub on the couch before he started a fire in the fire place and kneeling in front of the bear who was staring at him.
“I really don’t think I’ll be able to keep you.” he murmured as he reached out to pet the cub who nuzzled into his hand. “But for now I don’t think it’ll be that big of a deal. It’s only temporarily anyway.”
He chuckled lightly. “Now what to name you?”
“Kumajirou.”
Matthew froze for the second time that day. He glanced at the bear who was looking up at him from under his hand with his heart beating sharply in his chest.
“What…what just happened?” he whispered.
“Kumajirou.” the voice said. The voice that seemed to be coming from the cub. “My name is Kumajirou.”
Matthew fell onto his knees in shock before he was crawling back wards as fast as he was able to.
“What the hell?” he screeched. “What the hell are you? Who are you?”
“That’s my line.” the cub, Kumajirou, said as he crawled off the couch towards Matthew. “Why don’t you remember me? Why did you leave me for so long?”
“Remember you?” Matthew repeated weakly. “What the hell are you talking about? Oh dear god I am talking to a talking bear!”
“You always called me one of your closest friends.” Kumajirou said, hurt clear in his voice. “Did you leave me because I could never remember you? I do now.”
“You…remember me?” Matthew asked weakly.
Kumajirou nodded as he reached a paw out towards Matthews cheek. “You are Canada.”
The ground was quick to meet Matthew as the room started to dim and he fell towards it.
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One of Kikus problems, that his parents had constantly berated him and scolded him for, was his rudeness. As a Japanese man he was to be polite and considerable of others. Something he could never bring himself to being.
And judging on the look of the man in front of him face he wasn’t used to it as well.
“Please leave this home.” Kiku said firmly. “I have no desire for visitors at the moment.”
The man tilted his head to the side in confusion as he continued to stare at Kiku. Kiku shifted slightly on his feet as he felt four eyes staring at him. The mans eyes and the cat sitting on the mans head eyes.
“Leave.” Kiku repeated this time in Japanese, although the man looked far from Japanese.
“I understood you the first time.” the man said slowly. “I just don’t believe it.”
“You don’t believe what?” Kiku asked.
“You had once told me that the door to your house would always be open to me.” the man said as he petted the head of a kitten that had popped out slightly from his pocket. “And you never were once rude to me like you are now.”
“This is the first time that I have ever met you.” Kiku snapped. “I have gone through a lot in the past two days and I am in no mood to entertain any guests. Now leave before I call the police.”
The man didn’t move, actually he moved closer to Kiku who in turn stepped back.
“I am warning you.” Kiku said his voice trembling. “I will call the police if you do not leave at this moment.”
The man reached for Kikus hand and gently pressed his own hands against his.
“You’re gone for so long.” the man said. “You even forget about me and our relationship.”
“Our relationship?” Kiku said sarcasm clear in his voice. “What is our relationship exactly?”
“We are, were…best friends.” the man said.
“You hesitated.” Kiku pointed out. “That alone brings me to doubt you.”
The man shrugged. “Based on your reactions so far I didn’t really want to push you and say lovers.”
Kiku felt his body freeze and his jaw drop.
“Lovers?” he screeched.
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Yao pushed the chairs, table, and closet in front of the door before he leaned against it and glanced around the room in search of something else that he would be able to use to block the door.
Kidnapped and taken to China of all places. China! One of the biggest, and one of the few, communist countries where they could take you away, kill you, and no one would ever ask a single thing! If he was going to be kidnapped and sent somewhere he would have preferred Japan or some other country like that. At least it would be a democratic country!
And it wasn’t enough being in China where he was sure he was in mortal danger by just breathing there was a small gang of people outside his door calling him ‘Aniki’ and demanding to be let in.
He pushed the furniture more against the door and prayed it would hold as he looked for an escape route.
The people behind the door pounded on it once more.
“Aniki! Open up! We need to see you!” a voice called out from it.
“Go away, go away, go away.” Yao murmured under his breath. He ran across the room to look out the window. Nothing safe to jump through there.
He could hear whispers coming from the other side of the door and he glanced at it suspiciously.
Suddenly there was a bang and a flash of light, something similar to a smaller version of fireworks.
“Nicely done Hong.” the eldest boy said. He was wearing white robes and was nodding to the boy wearing a strange combination of modern and past clothes while the lone girl was wearing a pink and white dress.
“Aniki!” she exclaimed running towards him.
Yao looked around the room desperately for a weapon however the girl had reached him and was hugging him tightly.
“Your back.” she whispered.
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Francis usually didn’t mind when very cute girls would rub themselves against him and sit on his lap. However…
It didn’t exactly feel right when it was a girl that looked to be about twelve years old.
“So you are saying that I am a personification of France.” Francis said looking down to the dark skinned girl sitting on his lap.
The girl nodded, the red ribbons in her brown hair swaying slightly.
“And you are…?” he asked.
“The personification of the nation of Seychelles.” the girl said proudly. “You had once colonized me.”
Francis nodded, choosing not to mention that he had never even heard of a Seychelles.
“And you are here because?”
“Well I, and the rest of the nations really, have heard that you were all back, but you didn’t remember anything.” the girl said. “So instead of placing you guys directly into the spotlight we decided to allow the nations that had been closest to the ones that had disappeared talk with them and get used to idea before bringing you to the others.”
“And you and I were close?”
The girl, Seychelles, nodded. “Like father and daughter.”
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Canada, Japan, Greece, China, Hong Kong, S. Korea, Taiwan, France, Seychelles
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Matthew still wasn’t sure of what to make of the situation. Taken to Canada, against his will might he add, and then abandoned. He was barely able to comprehend that the president of Canada was the one he had been talking to before he was alone.
The house he was staying at was comfortable, and too big for one person, however it was very strange.
And that is what drove him to going into the forest behind the house in the freezing weather in a coat he had found in one of the closets.
He exhaled and amused himself for a few seconds with making his breath appear in the air like a child. Smiling he shook his head and started walking forward slowly.
Truth be told he had never felt more alive than at this moment, not even that time he skied down a triple black diamond nonstop compared to the feeling he had at this moment.
All of his senses were alive. The brightness of the very land, the crisp, clear, clean small of the air, the feel of the rough bark of the tree under his hand, he could almost taste the air he breathed in.
The sound of a bear roaring clear in his ears.
Matthews eyes snapped open and he slowly turned his head to the side.
Where a giant polar bear, whose head reached his shoulder, was standing and staring at him suspiciously, with his mouth curled back to show its teeth.
Matthew felt his stomach drop not only to the ground but through it and coming up on the other side of the world.
He slowly took a step back however he froze when the bear growled again.
The bear sniffed the air once before it made its way to Matthew. He closed his eyes and prayed for at least a quick death.
The bear bumped its nose against Matthews hand. When he didn’t move the bear bumped it again.
Matthew slowly opened his eyes to stare at the bear who, if imagination was serving him right, was giving him an annoyed look accompanied by a whine.
Cautiously Matthew raised his hand and slowly started to pet the bear, who closed its eyes and pushed its head harder against his hand.
After a few minutes of him petting the bear it opened its eyes and stepped forward to lick Matthews cheek. The rough and wet tongue was slightly harsh against his skin an brought an odd sense of comfort as well as familiarity.
Now that his heart rate was starting to go down his head slowly cleared and he was able to think again. That being said.
What the hell was a polar bear doing this far down south!?
The bear took Matthews hand with his teeth gently and began to pull him in the direction of the house. Together they walked; the only sound was coming from the gravel Matthew was stepping on.
When they reached the door Matthew looked at the bear dubiously.
“I don’t think you’ll fit in there.” he said.
Almost as if in a response the bear snorted and disappeared in a white flash.
And in his place was a small white polar bear cub.
Matthew felt his jaw drop as he fell backwards. When the cub started to crawl towards him he quickly backed away.
“What the hell was that?” he screeched.
The bear, the cub, gave another small whine and lifted its paws towards Matthew who felt his heart melt at the sight of its pitiful look.
Swallowing his fear and curiosity Matthew stood and took the bear into his arms. After glancing around to make sure no one saw him he quickly entered the house with the polar bear cub in his arms.
Pressing him firmly into his chest he savored the warmth coming from the fur as he walked through the house until he reached the living room.
He placed the cub on the couch before he started a fire in the fire place and kneeling in front of the bear who was staring at him.
“I really don’t think I’ll be able to keep you.” he murmured as he reached out to pet the cub who nuzzled into his hand. “But for now I don’t think it’ll be that big of a deal. It’s only temporarily anyway.”
He chuckled lightly. “Now what to name you?”
“Kumajirou.”
Matthew froze for the second time that day. He glanced at the bear who was looking up at him from under his hand with his heart beating sharply in his chest.
“What…what just happened?” he whispered.
“Kumajirou.” the voice said. The voice that seemed to be coming from the cub. “My name is Kumajirou.”
Matthew fell onto his knees in shock before he was crawling back wards as fast as he was able to.
“What the hell?” he screeched. “What the hell are you? Who are you?”
“That’s my line.” the cub, Kumajirou, said as he crawled off the couch towards Matthew. “Why don’t you remember me? Why did you leave me for so long?”
“Remember you?” Matthew repeated weakly. “What the hell are you talking about? Oh dear god I am talking to a talking bear!”
“You always called me one of your closest friends.” Kumajirou said, hurt clear in his voice. “Did you leave me because I could never remember you? I do now.”
“You…remember me?” Matthew asked weakly.
Kumajirou nodded as he reached a paw out towards Matthews cheek. “You are Canada.”
The ground was quick to meet Matthew as the room started to dim and he fell towards it.
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One of Kikus problems, that his parents had constantly berated him and scolded him for, was his rudeness. As a Japanese man he was to be polite and considerable of others. Something he could never bring himself to being.
And judging on the look of the man in front of him face he wasn’t used to it as well.
“Please leave this home.” Kiku said firmly. “I have no desire for visitors at the moment.”
The man tilted his head to the side in confusion as he continued to stare at Kiku. Kiku shifted slightly on his feet as he felt four eyes staring at him. The mans eyes and the cat sitting on the mans head eyes.
“Leave.” Kiku repeated this time in Japanese, although the man looked far from Japanese.
“I understood you the first time.” the man said slowly. “I just don’t believe it.”
“You don’t believe what?” Kiku asked.
“You had once told me that the door to your house would always be open to me.” the man said as he petted the head of a kitten that had popped out slightly from his pocket. “And you never were once rude to me like you are now.”
“This is the first time that I have ever met you.” Kiku snapped. “I have gone through a lot in the past two days and I am in no mood to entertain any guests. Now leave before I call the police.”
The man didn’t move, actually he moved closer to Kiku who in turn stepped back.
“I am warning you.” Kiku said his voice trembling. “I will call the police if you do not leave at this moment.”
The man reached for Kikus hand and gently pressed his own hands against his.
“You’re gone for so long.” the man said. “You even forget about me and our relationship.”
“Our relationship?” Kiku said sarcasm clear in his voice. “What is our relationship exactly?”
“We are, were…best friends.” the man said.
“You hesitated.” Kiku pointed out. “That alone brings me to doubt you.”
The man shrugged. “Based on your reactions so far I didn’t really want to push you and say lovers.”
Kiku felt his body freeze and his jaw drop.
“Lovers?” he screeched.
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Yao pushed the chairs, table, and closet in front of the door before he leaned against it and glanced around the room in search of something else that he would be able to use to block the door.
Kidnapped and taken to China of all places. China! One of the biggest, and one of the few, communist countries where they could take you away, kill you, and no one would ever ask a single thing! If he was going to be kidnapped and sent somewhere he would have preferred Japan or some other country like that. At least it would be a democratic country!
And it wasn’t enough being in China where he was sure he was in mortal danger by just breathing there was a small gang of people outside his door calling him ‘Aniki’ and demanding to be let in.
He pushed the furniture more against the door and prayed it would hold as he looked for an escape route.
The people behind the door pounded on it once more.
“Aniki! Open up! We need to see you!” a voice called out from it.
“Go away, go away, go away.” Yao murmured under his breath. He ran across the room to look out the window. Nothing safe to jump through there.
He could hear whispers coming from the other side of the door and he glanced at it suspiciously.
Suddenly there was a bang and a flash of light, something similar to a smaller version of fireworks.
“Nicely done Hong.” the eldest boy said. He was wearing white robes and was nodding to the boy wearing a strange combination of modern and past clothes while the lone girl was wearing a pink and white dress.
“Aniki!” she exclaimed running towards him.
Yao looked around the room desperately for a weapon however the girl had reached him and was hugging him tightly.
“Your back.” she whispered.
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Francis usually didn’t mind when very cute girls would rub themselves against him and sit on his lap. However…
It didn’t exactly feel right when it was a girl that looked to be about twelve years old.
“So you are saying that I am a personification of France.” Francis said looking down to the dark skinned girl sitting on his lap.
The girl nodded, the red ribbons in her brown hair swaying slightly.
“And you are…?” he asked.
“The personification of the nation of Seychelles.” the girl said proudly. “You had once colonized me.”
Francis nodded, choosing not to mention that he had never even heard of a Seychelles.
“And you are here because?”
“Well I, and the rest of the nations really, have heard that you were all back, but you didn’t remember anything.” the girl said. “So instead of placing you guys directly into the spotlight we decided to allow the nations that had been closest to the ones that had disappeared talk with them and get used to idea before bringing you to the others.”
“And you and I were close?”
The girl, Seychelles, nodded. “Like father and daughter.”