Destiny - 2/2
anonymous
November 22 2009, 07:47:27 UTC
They stood there like figures from a dream. The moonlight bathed their silhouettes, dark shadows, under the anonymity of the velvet nighttime.
And it was with the rising feeling of awe and frightening wonder, that the girl realised they were from a dream. Her dreams.
Revolution had finally found her.
Her stomach sank, her dark eyes grew wide, but her feet stayed rooted in spot, unable to wake herself before the vision completed its final course.
She watched on as the two figures stepped forward until the glow of the streetlamp caught their features.
One was tall and had the purest blonde hair she had ever seen- it was cut even shorter than her own straight black style. The pale strands were efficient and neat in a way that was somehow still beautiful. The woman gave off an aura of great strength and purpose, so much so that the slight Asian did not hold her gaze for very long.
The brunette companion stood shorter in comparison, her long waving hair pulled back in a high ponytail, long bangs framing her softly rounded face, one prominent curl flying out to the side.
The Japanese girl could not help but think of the many cute comic books where the mysterious heroine’s hair was a funny style or colour. The other girl’s hair was normal, though, when the Shinto priestess glanced down, she noticed there was, strangely… a plate of spaghetti and meatballs held in the foreigner’s hands.
She… stared oddly.
The tall blonde woman caught the source of her stare and immediately grabbed the brunette in a headlock.
“Where did you get that!?”
“Uwaah!” The brunette struggled wildly.
“I can’t believe you-!” The blonde growled.
“Ve~! But, Soldier Germany!” The brunette snivelled loudly as her plate of pasta was tossed away. “So mean…”
“Don’t whine, Italia.”
The Japanese girl’s mouth opened in muted shock. Never before had her visions shown her this…
All too soon, the figures stopped their small quarrel, and came closer.
“We’ve been searching for you.” The brunette said in a sincere whisper.
“G-gomen nasai.” The girl replied quietly. “I… I don’t-”
“I know it’s difficult to believe…” The tall, serious looking blond woman sighed and turned icy blue eyes on the short priestess. “But you must believe us. It all depends on that. A thousand years ago, there were a group of us… fierce soldiers, who existed in the world of Ancient Rome.”
“Ve~ it’s true. My grandfather sent our hearts here, to the future…” The brunette said earnestly, and then her smile wavered as if remembering something sad. “He sent us to be protect the world from being taken over by the wrong forces.”
“Forgive me, but I don’t understand…” The Japanese girl forced herself to speak, a small frown worrying her brow. What they said could in no way be real…
But deep inside… past the doubts and the fear, her heart cried out, this is the truth! These words felt so much like old memories rushing back to the surface.
This is the truth…
“You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” The woman’s deep, German accented voice questioned. She eyed her with a knowing expression on her sharp-angled face. “The calling to make a change in the world. What was it for you? Was it in the water? The air?”
There was something in the fire.
“Fire…” The dark-haired girl whispered in reply, her eyes shimmering in revelation.
“Mine was in the pasta~” Italia added in a bubbly tone. “Please. You have to join us. We need your help…” The brunette slowly held out a hand in beckoning. Her normally closed brown eyes opened mistily, and she smiled. “Don’t you see? It’s destiny.”
The priestess felt a tug, and her hand seemed to rise out of its own accord, drifting to close the space. Flustered, she hastened to introduce herself-
“My… my name. It’s-”
Her hand touched the stranger’s… and the world turned to fire. It all became clear.
She is Japan.
She is a nation of simple girls, who aren’t actually so simple, but have the power to change everything.
Re: Destiny - 2/2
anonymous
November 22 2009, 21:26:25 UTC
I thought this might be one of those hilarious parodies, but I was really surprised by the tone of this. I really like the idea of the Nation-tans as normal girls who become their countries. Great piece of writing, anon!
Re: Destiny - 2/2
anonymous
November 23 2009, 01:11:02 UTC
Wow.... o__o That was... surprising. Wow. So intensive and... beautiful too. Idk, somehow the mood of the fic just sucked me in. I didn't expect it at all but this fill is so going to be favourited.
And it was with the rising feeling of awe and frightening wonder, that the girl realised they were from a dream. Her dreams.
Revolution had finally found her.
Her stomach sank, her dark eyes grew wide, but her feet stayed rooted in spot, unable to wake herself before the vision completed its final course.
She watched on as the two figures stepped forward until the glow of the streetlamp caught their features.
One was tall and had the purest blonde hair she had ever seen- it was cut even shorter than her own straight black style. The pale strands were efficient and neat in a way that was somehow still beautiful. The woman gave off an aura of great strength and purpose, so much so that the slight Asian did not hold her gaze for very long.
The brunette companion stood shorter in comparison, her long waving hair pulled back in a high ponytail, long bangs framing her softly rounded face, one prominent curl flying out to the side.
The Japanese girl could not help but think of the many cute comic books where the mysterious heroine’s hair was a funny style or colour. The other girl’s hair was normal, though, when the Shinto priestess glanced down, she noticed there was, strangely… a plate of spaghetti and meatballs held in the foreigner’s hands.
She… stared oddly.
The tall blonde woman caught the source of her stare and immediately grabbed the brunette in a headlock.
“Where did you get that!?”
“Uwaah!” The brunette struggled wildly.
“I can’t believe you-!” The blonde growled.
“Ve~! But, Soldier Germany!” The brunette snivelled loudly as her plate of pasta was tossed away. “So mean…”
“Don’t whine, Italia.”
The Japanese girl’s mouth opened in muted shock. Never before had her visions shown her this…
All too soon, the figures stopped their small quarrel, and came closer.
“We’ve been searching for you.” The brunette said in a sincere whisper.
“G-gomen nasai.” The girl replied quietly. “I… I don’t-”
“I know it’s difficult to believe…” The tall, serious looking blond woman sighed and turned icy blue eyes on the short priestess. “But you must believe us. It all depends on that. A thousand years ago, there were a group of us… fierce soldiers, who existed in the world of Ancient Rome.”
“Ve~ it’s true. My grandfather sent our hearts here, to the future…” The brunette said earnestly, and then her smile wavered as if remembering something sad. “He sent us to be protect the world from being taken over by the wrong forces.”
“Forgive me, but I don’t understand…” The Japanese girl forced herself to speak, a small frown worrying her brow. What they said could in no way be real…
But deep inside… past the doubts and the fear, her heart cried out, this is the truth! These words felt so much like old memories rushing back to the surface.
This is the truth…
“You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” The woman’s deep, German accented voice questioned. She eyed her with a knowing expression on her sharp-angled face. “The calling to make a change in the world. What was it for you? Was it in the water? The air?”
There was something in the fire.
“Fire…” The dark-haired girl whispered in reply, her eyes shimmering in revelation.
“Mine was in the pasta~” Italia added in a bubbly tone. “Please. You have to join us. We need your help…” The brunette slowly held out a hand in beckoning. Her normally closed brown eyes opened mistily, and she smiled. “Don’t you see? It’s destiny.”
The priestess felt a tug, and her hand seemed to rise out of its own accord, drifting to close the space. Flustered, she hastened to introduce herself-
“My… my name. It’s-”
Her hand touched the stranger’s… and the world turned to fire. It all became clear.
She is Japan.
She is a nation of simple girls, who aren’t actually so simple, but have the power to change everything.
This is war.
These are her allies.
And this is destiny.
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And I will love to read any continuation or sidestory or anything to do with this universe... (Hint, hint)
Oh, and I love fic just as well as fanarts, really - I should have worded the request better, I think. Sorry about that!
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Great fill Anon~
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Approving el oh el for Greece being "Luna". xDb
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