[Mod!Post] HetaChristmas Advent Lightning Challenge!

Dec 24, 2011 15:02

For the next few days at least, we're all going to be busy with holidays and with the Hetalia Christmas Event and as a way to pass the time I have come up with this challenge.


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Silent Communication velted December 31 2011, 10:25:05 UTC
Author's Note: Note that this is an AU and that Romania's human name is Gavril. It's no problem at all~ Writing is something I enjoy. I hope you like this... despite it being very weird xD

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On a certain narrow path in the park that bore no colours other than white, there laid an imaginary line that separated the both of them.

The bench was covered in snow today, like it had been for the past few years. He walked towards the piece of wooden furniture and with a swipe of his gloved hand, swept off all the snow that had gathered overnight. It was a habit; to be sitting on this bench at about two in the afternoon. He would sit on this exact spot on the bench and watched as people come and go for thirty minutes before leaving and going on with the rest of his daily business. It began when he was ten, shortly after both his parents died in an unfortunate car accident and he was taken under the care of his relative that lived in another country. He had been lonely then; for even in the house full of people, he didn't feel like he was part of the family. If anything, his cousins made fun of him and called him names like dracula and vampire. It didn't bother him as much now but he had been childish then and took it hard.

But what kept him coming to this place wasn't the loneliness that he hid under a grinning mask, but his inner romantic and the boy that always sat on the other bench across the path he was so familiar with.

He didn't know who he is but since day one, he had been there. From his appearance, he guessed that he was around the same age as he is. He had been bothered by his presence at first but gradually grew used to it. He had tried approaching him numerous times but failed just as many, always kept at bay by this unknown nervousness he had around him. It was almost like fear but not quite. That feeling brought fascination and turned into an unhealthy obsession... almost like bloodlust but Gavril shoved that thought off. He had threw the purple-eyed boy many grins just to be friendly or as a hello but many times, he was only responded with the same smile that never seemed to change.

And so, for seven years, the imaginary line drawn down the path kept them each to their sides, as if neither parties wanted to give in and join the other.

Was he lonely too?

Thirty minutes was up. It felt way too fast but Gavril stuck to his tradition. And like he had for the past two thousand plus days, he stood up and walked away, the knowledge that the boy would be there to tomorrow to greet him a silent hello.

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The next day, the two benches were gone.

Gavril had at first told himself that perhaps he was on the wrong part of the long part but after about fifteen minutes of pacing to and fro, he was certain it was no mistake. He walked onto the now empty spot and kicked at the snow and sure enough, the metal that held the bench for so many years was there.

It was gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone. And a large part of him felt missing, mainly because it was such a habit that to have this happening all of the sudden felt surreal. But the two benches were not the only things that were missing.

He was too.

Gavril supposes it was silly, to feel such an attachment but he can't help it. He was only human (not a vampire, mind you) and it was a habit and just... argh--!!!

A flash of white interrupted his field of vision and at the next moment, a thick and warm material was wrapped around his neck. Surprised, Gavril turned around and there he was, smiling the same smile for the past so many years and holding on to the ends of the scarf he had just put around Gavril and himself.

"Здравствуй," he said and Gavril's eyes widened. It almost felt like a dream, to finally hear his voice after all this time. But what shocked him most was that it hardly felt like they were strangers. "Why don't we move to a new park?"

Gavril nodded. The other boy smiled, took his hand in his and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze.

What's your name?

"Gavril."

"Ivan."

And the imaginary line that separated them, that muted their communication, was gone along with the old park.

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Re: Silent Communication toilinthefields December 31 2011, 10:32:11 UTC
AU's are perfectly fine and so is the name! ( ^J^)b

Aw! This was awesome! I absolutely loved it. It was so heartwarming and had just the right level of creepiness. Thank you so much! <3

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