[FANFICTION]- Nightmares and Daydreams
Oh sweet god...By this time tomorrow morning, I will be a senior in high school. D: I WILL BE GOING TO COLLEGE IN ONE YEAR HOLY SHITSICLES.
Ok, Rea, breathe...it's gonna be ok...you don't have to take the SAT's again, anyway...
Ah well.
Here. Have the results of stress induced writing, the next bit of Hetalia War Z. Starring Alfred Jones! :D
Title: Nightmares and Daydreams
Author/Artist: Rea, or geogirl15
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, with guest appearances by the states, and mentions of Canada.
Rating: PG-13, for blood and death (albeit in the past.)
Warnings: real name usage, violence, angst, OCs, potential OOCness, flashbacks of the emo kind, zombies, the usual.
Summary: Even heroes have nightmares sometimes.
Notes: The next bit in H War Z, focusing a bit on Alfred Jones post-zombie war. This one is a bit more disjointed, and I don't like it as much as Canada's bit, because there's a lot to cram in here before their meeting. Ah well.
The ficlet gets its title from an episode of 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' (though if you've seen that particular episode, this fic is not as drug induced or cracky as that.)
He can hear the screams and gunshots through the radio static, the gunshots and swearing, as Poppy's voice cuts through that, calling for her father, begging him to get there as soon as he can, before the line goes dead. He sees her body, lying face down in blood, with so many others, a few days later.
He can hear a gunshot, but he cannot see who fires it, where it is, who is killed. He can read a note, stained in blood splatters, Karl's body lying in the background.
He cannot hear the death cries of Warren, Lynda, Burl, and so many others, but he can see it, flashing in his mind over and over again, until the images fade, the sound returns, the endless screaming for help, the agonizing sound of teeth ripping at flesh, the terrifying sound of silence...
Alfred Jones wakes up with a sweat.
It was the 3rd time this week he'd had this nightmare, and he shakes his head a bit, trying to banish it from his thoughts. It seemed whenever he slept now, the nightmares got to him. He wondered if any of the others had the same problem.
He glances at the clock quickly, before doubletaking and swearing a bit. He'd overslept.
Shit. First time that's happened in a while.
Lani was supposed to wake him up, but maybe she forgot.
Maybe she was still sleeping, or was doing some work, or something.
It was a lot of responsibility having the capitol in her state now, and the work kept her busier than she'd ever been before or during the war.
The war...
The war had been over for about ten years now.
And yet, it still haunted the world, leaving deep, gaping scars that would probably never heal completely.
Alfred had seen a lot of wars in his relatively short life. He'd seen lots of devastation and death, the highest and lowest points of humanity...but none of that prepared him for this war.
It haunted him. It haunted the world. It probably always would.
The humans were devastated beyond all reason, their environment decimated ‘for the greater good’, species eradicated, and the dead still walked the earth.
They, too, would probably become a permanent part of the new world.
Everybody had been forced to adapt to survive, and that included the Nations. But not all of them had an easy time doing so...those who could not change, or those who tried to change too late, were lost.
Alfred got up, shaking his head a bit, the nightmare still with him, mixing together with unpleasant thoughts about the zombie war that had seemed into his brain. He had to get dressed, check up with Lani and Nikolai and Herbie, grab some food, and catch his flight to Canada.
He'd been planning to visit Matt for a while, but things kept getting in the way. And maybe he was a bit afraid to face his brother.
Heh. The great hero afraid to look his brother in the eye.
Alfred had always gone on about being a hero, being the savior and protector of everybody because he was brave and strong…but when the zombies attacked, he’d failed to stop them, he led his people into massive panic, and he’d run to Canada for help.
Sure, he’d rebuilt and revitalized his military, he’d led the Battle of Hope (As well as Yonkers, but he’ll never say that out loud again, even if everybody already knows), he’d helped rebuild and fight off Zack’s in other countries, including Matt’s, but in the beginning, he’d been completely helpless.
Alfred still had a hard time admitting that.
But he loved his brother, and he probably owed him his life. The least he could do was visit.
Besides, he misses Mattie. He misses his nephew, Fyodor, too.
Thinking of seeing both of them again brought a smile to Alfred's face, and motivated him to get a move on, as he got dressed quickly, putting on a basic suit and his bomber jacket, before going to check on the three states that lived with him.
Alaska and Oregon shared a room, as Nikolai's insistence. Both of them were still sleeping, and neither woke up as he went in to check up on them. Nikolai had kicked all of his covers off and was curled up slightly, hugging onto his pillow. Herbie was sucking on his thumb in his sleep, something he was far too old to do, and Al snorts a bit at the sight, before looking into the corner of the room.
Herbie's wheelchair and prosthetic leg were resting near the closet, waiting for him when he woke up.
And it's my fault he has to use that goddamn chair...
At least he was alive, anyway. Nikolai and Herbie had been lucky...Alfred had lost a lot during the war. He’d lost everything west of the Rockies; His people, his states, his children…
He can’t think about how they’d died, how California had cried for her father to come help her over her radio, before it went dead, how he found her body beginning to rot in a field.
How Nevada just knew that help wouldn’t show up and he’d just ended it himself, his blood staining the note he left for his father.
How Arizona had clung onto her brothers and sisters as the zombies came and sobbed, knowing no help was coming to save them.
How Oregon and Alaska had barely survived, forced to abandon their homes and their people, devastated physically and mentally...no.
Too many painful memories.
The children he lost wouldn’t want him to be sad.
He needs to tell himself that.
Alfred picks up Nikolai's blankets and tucks him back in again, adjusts Herbie's pillows slightly, and leaves the room to check on Lani before getting ready to leave.
Lani's room was empty. She was probably up and active by now...She'd really stepped up since they'd moved the capital to her state, and in a twisted way, he was proud of her.
He smiled slightly and headed off to grab some food before he left. It would probably be a long flight.
NOTES
-During the Zombie War, the capital of the US was moved to Honolulu, Hawaii, and it remained there following the war.
-Alfred led the disastrous Battle of Yonkers, and, years later, the highly successful Battle of Hope.
-All the states west of the Rocky Mountains were 'lost', meaning that they were completely overrun by zombies, and are still being cleared out.
-Alaska and Oregon were the only two Rocky Mountain states to survive. However, Oregon lost one of his legs escaping with his younger brother, but that'll be explored in more detail later.
-Poppy= California, Karl= Nevada, Warren= Utah, Lynda= Arizona, and Burl= Washington.
-Nevada committed suicide, before his state was completely overwhelmed.
-Arizona, Washington, Utah, and others, took refuge in New Mexico's house, which was overrun by zombies, and they were completely devoured.
-California led a small troop of soldiers across her state, working on liberating cities. She and her troop were attacked by a band of rouges, who murdered them and robbed them of their supplies, weapons, and communications devices.
-I actually drew a picture of Alfred discovering the body of California, which I may put up here when I'm done with it.
-I hope you enjoyed this bit of the fic. Then next part will have Matt and Alfred, together!
Ok, Rea, breathe...it's gonna be ok...you don't have to take the SAT's again, anyway...
Ah well.
Here. Have the results of stress induced writing, the next bit of Hetalia War Z. Starring Alfred Jones! :D
Title: Nightmares and Daydreams
Author/Artist: Rea, or geogirl15
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, with guest appearances by the states, and mentions of Canada.
Rating: PG-13, for blood and death (albeit in the past.)
Warnings: real name usage, violence, angst, OCs, potential OOCness, flashbacks of the emo kind, zombies, the usual.
Summary: Even heroes have nightmares sometimes.
Notes: The next bit in H War Z, focusing a bit on Alfred Jones post-zombie war. This one is a bit more disjointed, and I don't like it as much as Canada's bit, because there's a lot to cram in here before their meeting. Ah well.
The ficlet gets its title from an episode of 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' (though if you've seen that particular episode, this fic is not as drug induced or cracky as that.)
He can hear the screams and gunshots through the radio static, the gunshots and swearing, as Poppy's voice cuts through that, calling for her father, begging him to get there as soon as he can, before the line goes dead. He sees her body, lying face down in blood, with so many others, a few days later.
He can hear a gunshot, but he cannot see who fires it, where it is, who is killed. He can read a note, stained in blood splatters, Karl's body lying in the background.
He cannot hear the death cries of Warren, Lynda, Burl, and so many others, but he can see it, flashing in his mind over and over again, until the images fade, the sound returns, the endless screaming for help, the agonizing sound of teeth ripping at flesh, the terrifying sound of silence...
Alfred Jones wakes up with a sweat.
It was the 3rd time this week he'd had this nightmare, and he shakes his head a bit, trying to banish it from his thoughts. It seemed whenever he slept now, the nightmares got to him. He wondered if any of the others had the same problem.
He glances at the clock quickly, before doubletaking and swearing a bit. He'd overslept.
Shit. First time that's happened in a while.
Lani was supposed to wake him up, but maybe she forgot.
Maybe she was still sleeping, or was doing some work, or something.
It was a lot of responsibility having the capitol in her state now, and the work kept her busier than she'd ever been before or during the war.
The war...
The war had been over for about ten years now.
And yet, it still haunted the world, leaving deep, gaping scars that would probably never heal completely.
Alfred had seen a lot of wars in his relatively short life. He'd seen lots of devastation and death, the highest and lowest points of humanity...but none of that prepared him for this war.
It haunted him. It haunted the world. It probably always would.
The humans were devastated beyond all reason, their environment decimated ‘for the greater good’, species eradicated, and the dead still walked the earth.
They, too, would probably become a permanent part of the new world.
Everybody had been forced to adapt to survive, and that included the Nations. But not all of them had an easy time doing so...those who could not change, or those who tried to change too late, were lost.
Alfred got up, shaking his head a bit, the nightmare still with him, mixing together with unpleasant thoughts about the zombie war that had seemed into his brain. He had to get dressed, check up with Lani and Nikolai and Herbie, grab some food, and catch his flight to Canada.
He'd been planning to visit Matt for a while, but things kept getting in the way. And maybe he was a bit afraid to face his brother.
Heh. The great hero afraid to look his brother in the eye.
Alfred had always gone on about being a hero, being the savior and protector of everybody because he was brave and strong…but when the zombies attacked, he’d failed to stop them, he led his people into massive panic, and he’d run to Canada for help.
Sure, he’d rebuilt and revitalized his military, he’d led the Battle of Hope (As well as Yonkers, but he’ll never say that out loud again, even if everybody already knows), he’d helped rebuild and fight off Zack’s in other countries, including Matt’s, but in the beginning, he’d been completely helpless.
Alfred still had a hard time admitting that.
But he loved his brother, and he probably owed him his life. The least he could do was visit.
Besides, he misses Mattie. He misses his nephew, Fyodor, too.
Thinking of seeing both of them again brought a smile to Alfred's face, and motivated him to get a move on, as he got dressed quickly, putting on a basic suit and his bomber jacket, before going to check on the three states that lived with him.
Alaska and Oregon shared a room, as Nikolai's insistence. Both of them were still sleeping, and neither woke up as he went in to check up on them. Nikolai had kicked all of his covers off and was curled up slightly, hugging onto his pillow. Herbie was sucking on his thumb in his sleep, something he was far too old to do, and Al snorts a bit at the sight, before looking into the corner of the room.
Herbie's wheelchair and prosthetic leg were resting near the closet, waiting for him when he woke up.
And it's my fault he has to use that goddamn chair...
At least he was alive, anyway. Nikolai and Herbie had been lucky...Alfred had lost a lot during the war. He’d lost everything west of the Rockies; His people, his states, his children…
He can’t think about how they’d died, how California had cried for her father to come help her over her radio, before it went dead, how he found her body beginning to rot in a field.
How Nevada just knew that help wouldn’t show up and he’d just ended it himself, his blood staining the note he left for his father.
How Arizona had clung onto her brothers and sisters as the zombies came and sobbed, knowing no help was coming to save them.
How Oregon and Alaska had barely survived, forced to abandon their homes and their people, devastated physically and mentally...no.
Too many painful memories.
The children he lost wouldn’t want him to be sad.
He needs to tell himself that.
Alfred picks up Nikolai's blankets and tucks him back in again, adjusts Herbie's pillows slightly, and leaves the room to check on Lani before getting ready to leave.
Lani's room was empty. She was probably up and active by now...She'd really stepped up since they'd moved the capital to her state, and in a twisted way, he was proud of her.
He smiled slightly and headed off to grab some food before he left. It would probably be a long flight.
NOTES
-During the Zombie War, the capital of the US was moved to Honolulu, Hawaii, and it remained there following the war.
-Alfred led the disastrous Battle of Yonkers, and, years later, the highly successful Battle of Hope.
-All the states west of the Rocky Mountains were 'lost', meaning that they were completely overrun by zombies, and are still being cleared out.
-Alaska and Oregon were the only two Rocky Mountain states to survive. However, Oregon lost one of his legs escaping with his younger brother, but that'll be explored in more detail later.
-Poppy= California, Karl= Nevada, Warren= Utah, Lynda= Arizona, and Burl= Washington.
-Nevada committed suicide, before his state was completely overwhelmed.
-Arizona, Washington, Utah, and others, took refuge in New Mexico's house, which was overrun by zombies, and they were completely devoured.
-California led a small troop of soldiers across her state, working on liberating cities. She and her troop were attacked by a band of rouges, who murdered them and robbed them of their supplies, weapons, and communications devices.
-I actually drew a picture of Alfred discovering the body of California, which I may put up here when I'm done with it.
-I hope you enjoyed this bit of the fic. Then next part will have Matt and Alfred, together!